Dace59 0 Report post Posted October 15, 2003 The jam packet view of the Wheeling Civic Centre comes into view, with people still squeezed into every free space, waiting for the main event after a night of wall to wall action. Comet: “Welcome back Citizens, are you all ready for tonight’s awesome main event, which could very well chance the face of the SWF!” Riley: “By that I assume you mean changed Dace Night’s already messed up face into a big hole after Tom Flesher puts his boot through it!” Comet: “Silence Citizen Riley. Dace has come a long way to get his first shot at the World Title, defeating both Michael Craven and Silent. Even though Silent had to complain about losing the three way dance for the title shot.” Riley: “And we’ve already seen what happened between Silent and that no good Maori Va’aiga when they faced off earlier on. Please just don’t let Dace speak again when he gets out there. It was bad enough at the start of the show.” Comet: “It’s been an great, heroic even show. Too bad I wasn’t stopping the evil doers myself. Oh well, onwards Citizens, to justice, truth, the America way and the .. main event!” Riley: “Oh dear god someone let Comet near the sugar again.” Funyon: “Ladies and Gentlemen, the following one on one contest will be for one fall and will be for the … ESS DUBBA EFF HEAVY WEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP OF THE … WWWWWOOOORRRRRRLLLLDDDDDDD!” YYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Riley: “Listen to these people. They almost sound like they’re dumb enough to think Dace stands a chance!” Funyon: “Introducing firstly, from Birmingham England, weighing in at two hundred and fifty two pounds, he is …. DACE F’N’ NIGHT!” YYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHH Captor of Sin screams in life as the first finger shredding solo rips across the arena, through the smoke and continuous flashes of white pyro running from the stage all the way down the ramp. Striding out of the entrance way, Horrorcore looms through the smoke, head down and focused as he slowly marches down the ramp, sliding under the ropes and into the ring. Throwing his arm up, raising the horns to the fans, he soaks up their roar as he stares back up the ramp, waiting for Tom Flesher. DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! Funyon: “And his opponent, from Buffalo New York, weighing in at two hundred and thirteen pounds, he his ‘THE SUPERIOR ONE’ so you all better stand up and respect because the man in the ring is about to lose … the SWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION … TOM FLESHER!” A huge wall of blue pyro explodes as Kashmir kicks into life as the words “Main Event” “Superior One” “World Champion” and “Award Winning” flash across the Smarktron, as Tom Flesher strides out, gold clapping himself down the ramp, surrounded by machine gun blasts of pyro. BBBBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Stripping off his warm up suit, the Superior One slides into the ring, holding the World Title Belt high above his head to the jeering fans as he climbs the turnbuckle. Handing over the belt, he stretches himself on the ring ropes, while keeping a steady eye on Dace Night. Stepping into the middle of the ring, Flesher nods to referee Hebner as Dace steps towards him. Comet: “Citizens, it’s about to go down, and it’s just going to be a war. Everyone hold on!” DING, DING, DING! YYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! Surging forwards Horrorcore barrels into Flesher like a charging bull, trying to catch him off guard and strikes fast but the World Champion back paddles madly to avoid the blows. Leaping to the side and rolling along the match to stop himself from being trapped in the corner. Slamming a foot into the bottom turnbuckle to brace himself after the wild charge, Dace twists around, eyeing Flesher slowly as the Superior One pulls himself back to his feet and backs off, taunting Night to follow him. OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Riley: “Hah, Dace has lost already.” Comet: “Not true Citizen Riley, he just managed to scout out that one plan, I’m sure Citizen Night will have others he can use.” Riley: “Please, Dace way trying to take advantage of the Superior Ones great start slow game plan, but Tom knew he’d try that. So he’ll have a whole new game plan for us tonight Comet.” Circling each other slowly, the two men move around the ring, leaning forwards on their legs to get any each bit of spring over the other man that they can get. Edging their hands out inch by inch, locking up into what looks like a test of strength. As soon as he sees he’s in close enough, Flesher pops forwards. Slipping under Dace’s larger figure lashing a hand free and into his jaw with a Palm Strike. Throwing his body around Night’s into a Rear Waistlock and snaps the surprised Horrorcore backwards with a German Suplex. RRRRRAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! Comet: “Flesher out plays Dace up close and personal, slipping in a Palm Strike to the jaw before drilling him with a German Suplex. Dace has got to stay clear and hit his big moves if he wants to win this one.” Riley: “Comet, it doesn’t matter if he wants to win this one or not. He’s not going to do it. That’s twice now Flesher has outpaces him and we’re only getting started!” Rolling himself back to a vertical base, Tom Flesher looks towards Dace Night, to see him already back on his feet, showing no affect from the German Suplex. Reaching forwards once again, forcing the Champ into a lock up Dace lunges forwards with his knee, driving it into Tom’s gut before he can react and doubles him over. Quickly wrapping his arms around the World Champion’s mid section, Night shifts his weight backwards and takes Flesher over to the mat with a Gutwrench Suplex. Twisting over on the mat, Night loops his arm over into a Front Facelock, leaning backwards forcing Flesher up into a sitting position and clamping down on his airways and arteries. Frantically shifting his body from side to side, Tom tries to dislodge Night from his hold. Holding on with all his strength and bracing himself against Flesher’s own body, Dace slowly rises to his feet dragging the Champ up with him. Overpowering the Superior One’s efforts to stay on the mat, Dace reaches his feet and quickly shoots Flesher’s arm across his shoulders and grabs a handful of tights, hauling him up into the air with a Vertical Suplex. OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH! But like the veteran champ he is, the New York native kicks his legs, shifting his body weight a half term and drops towards the mat and safety. Trying to stay one step ahead of the World Champ, Night twits on his heel and turns with Flesher as he turns, but as he does so, Tom tights his arms up in a flash, reversing the Front Facelock from the Suplex into one of his own. As soon as his feet touch the mat, Tom shoots his left arm through under Night’s shoulder and throws himself sideways. Taking them both over with a spin, Flesher hits the mat first a roll, dragging Night along with him and forces him down to the mat, while the Superior One holds onto the Facelock and drops his bodyweight down across Horrorcore. BBBBBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! TOM SUCKS TOM SUCKS! TOM SUCKS! Hebner dives in beside the pair to count the first fall even as Dace tries to wriggle free. ……ONE! Kickout! OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH! Comet: “Cement Drop, the World Champion showing off his amateur background, which could well be his way to victory against a big power wrestler like Dace. ” Riley: “I hear Dace is an amateur wrestler as well. It’s no going to do him any good though. He’s down, he wont be getting back up.” Even as Night shoots his shoulder up from the mat, Tom redoubles his grasp holding onto the Front Facelock, wrenching from side to side on Horrorcore’s head and using Dace’s own move of bracing his leg against Night’s body to force himself up to his feet. Looking to keep control with the Facelock, Flesher snakes his leg out and hooks it behind Night’s leg, sweeping it away trying to drive him back for the Cement Job but the Hardcore Goth shifts his weight to his other leg and only drops to one knee. The change in position forces the World Champ to step in closer, exposing his sides in order to keep his grip on the Facelock. Lashing out wildly Dace hammers away into Flesher’s ribs with clubbing blows, trying to fight his way out. Bringing his hands together around the Superior One’s back, Night leaps to his feet, dragging Flesher into the air before snapping back down to his knee, dropping Flesher groin first onto it with an Inverted Atomic Drop. OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Gasping for breath, Dace sucks in huge lung-fuls of air after being choked by the Front Facelock, trying to strike back at Tom before he recovers from having his inner thigh muscles stretched out. Shooting himself forwards like a racer out of the starting blocks, Night swings his arm in a huge decapitating arch, aiming straight for Flesher’s neck, but the Champ ducks at the last moment, twisting on his heel launching his own arm forwards as he turns, sending it crashing into the back of Night’s head with an Enzui-Palm Strike. The Hardcore Goth buckles forwards under the force of the blow as Tom leaps to the advantage, driving his Doc Martin into the back of the Goth’s knee. Lacing his leg in between Night’s and trapping his arm in a Half Nelson, Flesher unlashes a rain of Enzui-Palm Strikes, hammering into the back of Dace’s skull like a jack hammer, knocking the sense and the fight out of him. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! BBBBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Comet: “Citizen Night fights back with an Inverted Atomic Drop, but it’s not enough.” Riley: “Tom is keeping on top of this on, no worries. He’s got Dace trapped and now he’s just laying into him. Working like a champion and not taking risks. It’ll all be over soon.” As Horrorcore’s head rolls back and forth like a ragdoll’s under the force of the blows. Seeing an opening, Flesher steps one leg onto Night’s out stretched knee and with a short leap, brings up his other leg around Dace’s throat, locking his legs tight and falling back stretching out the arm he had wrapped in the Half Nelson, clamping on the crippling Triangle Choke Hold. OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Already dazed and battered from the assault on the back of his head, Dace vainly struggles to pray Tom Flesher’s from around his neck, which are cutting of the flow of blow to his already foggy brain. Referee Hebner steps in along side, leaning down to check on Night, asking him if he wants to continue as Flesher sneers, shouting insults from his position, wrenching back on the Triangle Hold. Grabbing the Brummie’s free arm, Hebner lifts it up into air, hold it for a moment before releasing it, watching it fall straight back to the mat. ONE! Holding one finger clearly in the air, to show the count, Hebner grabs the arm again, lifting it up a second time, as the New York native arches his back, trying to drag out every last bit of pressure on the hold, hoping to choke Dace out here and now. Hebner releases the air and it falls again. TWO! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! FLESHER SUCKS! FLESHER SUCKS! FLESHER SUCKS! As Dace’s arm hits the mat a second time, the crowd bursts into a frenzy, willing Night to fight out with any strength he can dig up from deep within himself. For the third and final, Hebner raises Night’s arm, lifting it high and holding onto it for a moment, making sure that it’s steady, to check for the choke out. Almost smiling through his sneer, the Champ yells at him to drop it already, as Hebner steps back, letting go of Dace’s arm ….. BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! ……….. OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH….. ………. RRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! BREAK! With a final burst, Dace rolls over almost snapping his trapped arm out of it’s socket in the process, latching onto the rows with everything he has left, as Tom Flesher stares on in disbelief as the break is ordered. Riley: “No, damn it no! This should be over right now! Come on Tom, you’ve got him warn down, rip for the picking with anything you want.” Not wasting his energy or upper hand on rage, Flesher calmly steps back and like a vulture swooping at a dying meal, snatches Dace from the mat dragging him up in a Waistlock. Digging his heels into the mat, the Superior One leans backwards trying to drag Horrorcore over for a surely match ending Ego Buster. From sheer desperation and basic wrestling instincts Dace wraps his arms around Flesher’s legs and stands up in a flash, trying to launch the World Champ over his shoulders and shack free his grip. But like the wrestler he is, even as he feels himself being lifted through the air, Tom shifts his body weight, rolling forwards down Night’s back, grabbing his waist as he goes, dragging him head over heels and rolling him up with a Sunset Flip. Reaching out, Flesher hooks his arm around the ropes just to his side, clamping down tight for the extra leverage to put Dace away from the three count. BBBBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOO! The Ref dives in so fast he can’t see Flesher’s hand on the ropes as he counts the fall. …….ONE! ……TWO! ……TWO AND A QUARTER! …….TWO AND A HALF! ……TWO AND THREE QUARTERS! …….TTTHHHH-NNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Comet: “Even with Flesher’s vile and illegal use of the ring ropes, Citizen Dace still manages to kick out, with the power of justice and honour!” Riley: “My god, what does it take to put this limey sod down? Flesher’s playing his best game, he’s not underestimating Dace and he’s taking every advantage he can get, but it’s not working!” Almost throwing himself back to his feet with the aid of the ring ropes, the Superior One bounds forwards onto the Goth’s back, wrenching Dace off the mat at to his feet, while he still struggles to recover. Clamping on a Rear Waistlock and forcing one shoulder into Night’s back, the World Champ lets out a yell as he drives his body weight backwards, looking to spike Dace on his head with a Backdrop Driver, dragging him through the air….. CRACK! YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! CRACK! CRACK! With nothing but sheer guts, Dace smashes his elbow backwards into Flesher’s face in a wild effort to save himself and his hopes of winning the World Title. As the World Champ stumbles back in shock, Dace collapses forwards onto the ropes, gasping for air, trying to gain some sort of composure to fight back. OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH! Recovering before Night can, Flesher leaps forwards and clamps on the Rear Waistlock a second time, snapping his body backwards, trying to catch Dace by surprise and take him over with a Backdrop Driver and knock him out cold in the ring… CRACK! YYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Once again, the rain of wild Reverse Elbow Smashes saves Dace Night from certain defeat as the crowd explodes as he fights free a second time, once more toppling forwards onto the rope, holding onto the for support as he sucks in even more air, while Flesher staggers backwards, clutching at his battered face. LET’S GO DACE! LET’S GO DACE! LET’S GO DACE! SMACK! The fan roar is short lived as Flesher dives in a third time, this time with a yet another Enzui-Palm Strike become snapping on the Rear Waistlock, this time though, he ducks his head low as another desperation Reverse Elbow Smashes comes sailing backwards from a frantic Dace Night. Using the momentum to spin Night around on his feet, Tom clamps his arms shut around Dace’s waist and throws his body backwards, taking the Brummie Goth over head, flying through the air and crashing into the mat with a Railgun Belly to Belly Suplex. BBBBBBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! TOM SUCKS! TOM SUCKS! TOM SUCKS! TOM SUCKS! Comet: “Railgun Suplex! Citizen Night valiantly tries to battle his way free from Tom Flesher’s attacks, but he can’t do it and gets launched across the ring.” Riley: “See, he went to the well one to many times and the Superior One made him pay for it. This is why the World Champ is going to stay the Champ.” Scrambling across the mat and quickly floating over Dace’s body, Flesher grabs the legs and drops his weight down on Dace’s shoulders in an perfect Lateral Press, making what has to be the last cover of the match. ……ONE! ……TWO! ……TWO AND A QUARTER! ……TWO AND A HALF! ……TWO AND THREE QUARTERS! ……TTTTHHHHHRRRR-NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! YYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Comet: “YES! He kicks out again. Justice is still fighting in this one Citizen Riley. And if you say anything I’ll set the women on you!” Tom’s once confident sneer is now completely twisted into an angry frown. After all his slow planning and counter work, wearing Dace Night down, he still kicks out from the pin fall attempt. Going back to square one with, tactics he knows he can beat Dace at, Flesher hooks on a Front Facelock as he hauls Dace up from the mat. Snapping his leg up into Dace’s mid section and chest, Flesher quickly shoots his free arm up under Night’s shoulder and rolls him over the leg that’s driven into his chest. Spinning on the mat, Flesher rolls on top of him with a perfectly executed Flying Cement Drop. Instead of going for the cover, the Superior One braches his legs on the mat, either side of Dace’s hips, dragging him up into a sitting position. Not just to force mores pressure on the Facelock, shifting all his weight to one leg, the World Champ drives his other leg into Horrorcore’s mid section with rib crushing force. BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Slamming it home again and again, Flesher forces every last ounce of air out of Dace’s body before dragging him all the way back up to his feet. Half releasing the Front Facelock and twisting to his side, Flesher drops his shoulders under Night’s body before punching them back up, hauling Night across his shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry, still holding his head in a ready position for the Death Valley Driver. Even in his breathless state, Dace digs in deep, kicking his legs and swinging his body weight, shifting himself off Tom’s shoulders and dropping to the mat behind him. Wrapping his arms around the World Champ in a vice like Rear Waistlock, he drags Tom up from the mat and over his shoulder in a move Flesher himself couldn’t hit earlier on. Diving backwards to the mat, taking Tom in at such a high angle, he lands almost complete on the top of his head from a spine crippling BackDrop Driver. RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! Comet: “BACKDROP DRRIIIVVVAAAAAHHHHHHHH!” Riley: “Jesus no! Please Comet don’t do that! It’s not over yet either. Dace still has to try and pin Tom Flesher and that’s not going to happen like this. ” Rolling off the top of his skull, Tom Flesher collapses along side Dace. Both men are splayed out on the mat, not moving and hardly breathing. Dace from the sustained beating and Tom from the spine crushing Backdrop Driver that could well have broken his neck. Stepping in between the pair, Hebner puts his arms in the air and starts to count both men down. ONE! TWO! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! THREE! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! FOUR! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! FIVE! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! SIX! GET THE FUCK UP! GET THE FUCK UP! SEVEN! GET THE FUCK UP! GET THE FUCK UP! EIGHT! NINE! Comet: “Neither man is getting up Citizen Riley, we could see a No Contest!” TE…. At the last moment, Dace rolls over and flops an arm across Flesher’s chest. Hebner dives to the mat to count the fall. …….ONE! ……TWO! ……TWO AND A QUARTER! …….TWO AND A HALF! …KICKOUT! BBBBBBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Riley: “Please Comet, did you really believe that the World Champion Tom Flesher was going to go out like that!” Forcing himself back to his feet, eyes still glazed bur back with fire behind them after the break given by the ten count, Dace supports himself on his knees as Flesher rolls back to his feet. Throwing out a boot, Dace drills it into the Champ’s gut, driving the air out of his lunges in a gut reaction move. Looping his arms around Tom’s head and clamping on a Front Facelock, Dace grabs a handful of the Superior One’s tights, hauling him off the mat and through the air with a Suplex. Keeping the Facelock held on tight, Dace rolls back to his feet and takes Flesher through the air again with another Suplex. Rolling back to his feet, Dace snaps back with a third Suplex, driving Flesher’s back into the ring canvas one more time. Still keeping the Facelock clamped on like a pitbull holding onto a bone, Dace comes back to his feet one more time. Releasing the tights and slipping his arm between the Superior One’s legs and switching the Facelock around, to wrap his arm around Flesher’s throat, Dace snaps his body backwards like it’s a well oiled hinge, slamming him into the mat with back rattling force with an Exploder Suplex. RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Rolling with the Suplex, Dace grabs Flesher’s leg and pulls it over into a cover as Hebner dives into place. ……ONE! ……TWO! ……TWO AND A QUARTER! …….TWO AND A HALF! ……TWO AND THREE QUARTERS! KICKOUT! BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Scrambling back to his feet, trying to keep his attack going. Launching Flesher off into ropes across the ring, Dace takes the few needed moments to drag down more needed air before the Superior One comes barrelling back across the ring. Spreading his arms and sweeping Flesher from his feet, Night hauls him into the air before throwing him straight back down to the mat with a bone jarring Spinebuster Slam. Grabbing Flesher’s arm and dragging him straight back up to his feet, Horrorcore launches the World Champ straight back across the ring again. Spreading his arms wide his time and turning his body, Dace catches Tom between the legs and over his shoulder, spinning on his heel and driving him into the mat with a Powerslam. Instead of pinning Flesher, Horrorcore pushes himself back up to his feet, pausing for a moment before dropping forwards, knee first, landing all his body weight square into the centre of the World Champion’s chest. OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Comet: “Dace has the fire now Citizen Riley. He’s laying into Tom Flesher with everything his got while he’s got the chance. A series of Suplexes into an Exploder Suplex followed by a Spinebuster and a Powerslam. If ever he had a chance to win the World Title, it would be now.” Riley: “Yes, but look at him, he’s still tired and Tom is still kicking out. Dace can’t finish the job. He hasn’t got that champion’s will. He’s going to lose I tell you.” Throwing his first into the air, Dace signals to the crowd what’s going next as their response drowns out any other sound for miles. BOO-YAH! Riley: “Oh please god tell me he’s not going to do that!” With a smile on his face, Dace wrenches Flesher up from the mat, easily picking his two hundred thirteen pound frame up across his chest, in perfect position. Clamping in his grip, Dace breaks into a run, just as Flesher’s arm flashes up across his face, raking his eyes… BBBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Dropping Flesher in a cry of pain, Dace grabs at his face as the Superior One hits the mat on the move, throwing himself into Horrorcore’s legs, wrapping his arms shit around them, tripping the Goth backwards to the mat with a Double Leg Takedown. Crossing one of Night’s leg behind the back of his knee, Tom clamps his hands, looking to roll the challenger over into the Superior Stretch and make him tap out. Desperately struggling on his back, digging his elbows into the mat, Dace tries to keep himself from being flipped over into another of Flesher’s deadly submission holds. Comet: “NNNOOO! Flesher counters the Running Maori Drop with a vile rake of the eyes.” Riley: “See, that’s respect. He knows he’s got to break out all the dirty tricks if he wants to put Dace Night away in this one! And the Superior Stretch is about to do just that.” Digging his heels into that mat, Flesher leans his body forwards, digging in for leverage, trying to roll Dace over onto his front and clamp on the Superior Stretch for the tap out. In a last ditch effort to counter, Dace reaches up grabbing the top of Tom’s singlet tights and drags himself by them, swinging his free arm into the Superior One’s jaw with an Elbow Smash. CRACK! YYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH! The World Champion staggers backwards from the force of the blow as Dace struggles to scramble back to his feet. Bouncing backwards into the ropes and throwing himself forwards with all the force he can muster, Tom Flesher crashing into Dace foot first with a deadly Yakuza Kick. BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Riley: “YAKUZA KICK! This one is over right now!” Dropping on top of Dace and hooking every limp he can, Flesher makes a cover as Hebner slams into the mat as fast as he can to count the fall. ……ONE! ……TWO! ……TWO AND A QUARTER! ……TWO AND A HALF! …… TWO AND A THRE QUARTERS! ……KICKOUT! RRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Comet: “What did I tell you Citizen Riley, justice will prevail and evil will not put it down.” Riley: “Oh please shut up Comet. The end is nigh. One more move and this is going to be all over for Dace Night. I don’t care what hopes or dreams he has, they aren’t coming true tonight.” SLAP! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Riley: “Did you see that Comet? Flesher just bitch slapped Dace like the scum he is. This truly is a great night for him.” Snapping on a Front Facelock once more, though this time more for control than to get a submission, the Superior One drags the Hardcore Goth into the corner. Clinching up on the Facelock and Night’s tights, Flesher drags him up into the air, dumping him onto the top turnbuckle. Thrusting his palm into the air with a leaping Palm Strike, the World Champion drills his hand into Night’s jaw. Climbing upto the top rope along side Dace, Flesher clamps on yet another Front Facelock, the World Champ get s perfect balance on the top rope as be prepares to lift Dace up and send him to his doom. Riley: “What was that about justice going out on top Comet? Looks like we’re just one sweet Boilermaker away from another great Tom Flesher victory.” BBBBBBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! FUCK YOU FLESHER! FUCK YOU FLESHER! FUCK YOU FLESHER! Flesher lifts, but Dace stays on the top turnbuckle like a tree rooted into the ground. Flesher tugs again, but Dace clings on for dear life. Releasing his tights, Flesher swings a Haymaker for Night’s ribs, but at the very moment, Dace surges into life, using the shift of balance to haul Flesher up into the. Diving forwards before he’s even gotten the World Champion all the way up, Dace sits out, dumping Tom chest first into the mat, all the way up from the top rope. Tom practically bounces as he hits the mat, clutching at his chest like he just broke half his ribs. RRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Comet: “Sitout Reverse Superplex! Dace just turned the tied!” Riley: “Someone stop the match! Flesher could be hurt!” Both men are on the mat, clutching at various injured body parts, struggling for air, struggling to fight back to their feet as once more Referee Hebner stands over then and raises his arms into the air, ready to count both men down. ON E! TWO! CLAP! CLAP! DACE! CLAP! CLAP! THREE! CLAP! CLAP! DACE! CLAP! CLAP! FOUR! CLAP! CLAP! DACE! CLAP! CLAP! FIVE! CLAP! CLAP! DACE! CLAP! CLAP! SIX! GET THE FUCK UP DACE! SEVEN! GET THE FUCK UP DACE! EIGHT! GET THE FUCK UP DACE! Forcing himself up on his arms, Dace staggers to his feet, grabbing the ropes for support, unsteady but up right. RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! NINE! At the last moment, Flesher digs down and forces himself up, driven on by the will to be better and to beat the unworthy challenger to his title. Rolling to his feet, still fingering his chest, he swings around looking for Dace. BBBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Comet: “Both men are up! Even after this brutal match, they’re both still fighting.” Kicking himself off the ropes, Dace Night launches himself into the Superior One like a charging rhino, with every bit of steam he’s got, leg first slamming the sole of his foot into Flesher’s face like a rocket, with an SO HARD YOUR GRANDKIDS ARE GONNA BE BORN WITH THEIR TEETH KICKED DOWN THEIR THROATS, SO HARD THIS IS GONNA BREAK YOUR SKILL OPEN, EVERYONE HOLD ONTO YOUR SEATS, YAKUZA FUCKING KICK! RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Comet: “YAKUZA KICK!” DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! Flesher take a two seventy flip from the impact and lands on his chest, as Dace drops to his feet, flipping Flesher over and hooking his legs, as Hebner drops to the mat so fast you’d think he’d be shot to count the fall as the crowd roars along, almost taking the roof off. OOONNNNNNEEEEEEE! … … … … … TTTWWWWWWOOOOOOOO! … … … … … … … … … TTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! YYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Comet: “DACE WINS!” But then, everything stops and goes quite before the whole arena turns into a tidal wave of boos. BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT! Riley: “FLESHER KICKED OUT! Look, Hebner’s saying it loud and clear, it was a two count. It was damn close but that only counts with horse shoes and hand grenades. Dace hasn’t beat Tom Flesher. Dace CAN’T beat Tom Flesher!” Standing up, Dace gazes down at Tom Flesher, his left shoulder held defiantly off the mat, even though the mangle of bruises and pain on his face, the superior sneer still shines through. Showing that he’s the Superior One and the World Champion for a reason. Dace drags his hand across his throat, signalling that this is it. It ends now or he just can’t do it. Grabbing Tom Flesher and dragging him to his feet, pulling him into a Standing Headscissors. Locking his arms around Flesher’s waist and digging his heels into the mat, Dace lets out a single sigh of air before gritting his teeth shut, ready for the last ditch effort and shot he’s got and putting Flesher down and winning the World Title. Dragging him all the way up into the air, Dace dives forwards slamming the Superior One into the mat with full speed and every bit of power and rage he has with the biggest, full on Danny Williams Powerbomb he can do. Almost snapping Flesher in half, doubling him over. Dragging his legs over his head and pressing down, grabbing Tom’s wrists in a knuckle lock, dropping down every single bit of pressure he can find. Comet: “DEATHBOMB! DACE BRINGS THE SPIRIT OF DANNY WILLIAMS!” The crowd is silent as Hebner slides to the mat. A pin drop could be heard, as the only other sound in the whole arena is the sound of Referee Hebner’s hand slams into the mat. Once…… Twice……… Three times…. DING! DING! DING! The roof leaves the building as Hebner leaps into the air, waving three fingers, calling for the bell. Every single person leaves their seats with a roar that drowns itself out into sheer white noise. Riley almost passes out, Comet almost flies again he jumps so high. RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! Funyon: “Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner … and NEW SWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION … DDDAAAACCCCCEEEE NNNNNNIIIIGGGGGHHHHTTTTT!” DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! Comet: “DACE WINS! HE DOES IT! JUSTICE COMES THROUGH!” Riley: “NO! GOD NO!” The World Title Belt is draped across Dace’s chest, as both he and Flesher lay completely spent in the ring, hardly alive. The fans still roar on, as Dace moves his air to clutch the title to his chest, tears streaming from his eyes, covering the scars and bruising on his face. The camera pulls back, to show every single person still leaping out on their feet, cheering. As Tom Flesher lays beat in the ring and Dace Night lays besides him, victorious and a champion. Fade Out. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Rawknight 0 Report post Posted October 16, 2003 +ves It's well thought out and well planned form a wrestling standpoint. The psychology makes sense. If it was a real match I'd download it in a second. You used the finish to Va'aiga-Bastion, right down to the bullshit chants. I'll take the respect for THAT, whether you're giving it or not -ves You TOTALLY no sold Tom's face turn for big bits of the match. Typo in the FIRST sentance is a BIG killer of the match, dude. I also don't like the way you space your matches, but that's a personal style choice. I find that adding an extra blank line between commentary makes it more readable. Verdict. As ever it's a fuckin' rocking match with the odd readability problem. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Dace59 0 Report post Posted October 17, 2003 Ignorning the crapness of the match. When I saved Tom's states when the card went up, I could have sworn they still said he was heel. And because I rushed and didn't go back and check his promos, I got confused. Bah, I was wondering why he'd done all that face stuff and was still down as a heel. Oh well, at least it wasn't something I had a chance of winning anyway. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Suicide King Report post Posted October 17, 2003 Man, I hate it when writers say "I never had a chance." I usually get it from Muzz. Not only did you have a chance, you gave Tom a run for his money. You have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. In all respects a perfectly enjoyable match. So stop the kvetching. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Dace59 0 Report post Posted October 17, 2003 Sorry King. I didn't mean it in a bad whiny way. I had fun writing it. It's just I didn't think I was gonna take it this time. I wasn't thinking: I have no chance, so why write. It was more, I'm gonna get my ass kicked, but I'm still gonna have fun trying. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Suicide King Report post Posted October 17, 2003 Whew. Glad we got that cleaned up. Now can you explain the whole "Ginger" thing in your sig? Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Dace59 0 Report post Posted October 17, 2003 According to a genetics survey, the gene for Ginger hair is becoming massively dominant. So in a 1000 years or so, it will be the only hair colour left. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Suicide King Report post Posted October 17, 2003 You see, I completely misinterpreted that. I thought you meant that in 1000 all of our bodies would be converted to the spice ginger or such. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Xstasy Report post Posted October 17, 2003 Dude, no offense... but stop being so damn down on yourself. You are a good writer. I never thought I'd say this before, but I honestly believe there isn't anyone in this fed who doesn't have a chance at winning against anyone else. There was a time when we knew in no uncertain terms who would win every matchup. But those days are over. Have confidence, sir. You made it to the WF, and with all of the JL talent over the past year, that IS saying something. You won the number one contendership, you deserved that shot. Flesher was the better man, but don't keep shortchanging yourself. And that goes for the rest of you all as well. Everyone has as much chance as anybody else, it all comes down to the drive to win, and the confidence to believe you can. Granted, Tom is a good writer, and an awesome champ, but this fed has proven time and time again that anything can happen. Don't give up before the final bell. Okay, the motivational speaker mode is off now. I just think everyone who writes and writes well should congratulate themselves and continue to develop and build confidence in their skills. Not saying to get cocky, but just take each opportunity with a positive attitude. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Dace59 0 Report post Posted October 17, 2003 I'm not being down on myself X. Everything I've said has been pretty light hearted. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Rawknight 0 Report post Posted October 17, 2003 You have two problems Dace. The confidence thing, that'sll come when that big win comes somewhere down the road. And it's gonna happen SOON. Really soon. Like I used to think I can't beat anyone, but in the SWF I have legit double showing singles wins over Judge and Thugg, and me and you beat JnR. We beat JnR! I know on a good day I can beat anyone in the federation. Except maybe Crow The other problem. Loreal Black #3 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Dr. Tyler; Captain America 0 Report post Posted October 17, 2003 I'll echo Va'aiga's statement that confidence is EVERYTHING in e-wrestling. If you don't have inner confidence that you can beat anyone that comes up against you, you're gonna lose more often than if you give people no respect. You have to learn to pick out the flaws of your opponent and convince yourself that you're simply better than him. Wanna respect him? Fine, but don't give him any respect in your mind when you "step in the ring" with him, and I'm not just talking about in-character. It's a mindset, and it is more useful than you'll ever know. The match itself was great, even though the typos pissed me off I also noticed the lack of selling a face Flesher, which sounds like a misunderstanding. All-in-all, a very good match, but you've gotta get your head in the clouds, man. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Dace59 0 Report post Posted October 17, 2003 I still bah @ word's spell checker. I don't think about winning when I'm writing. That comes afterwards, when the effort has gone it. I'm not too worried. Win or lose, I'm having fun. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Xstasy Report post Posted October 17, 2003 Sorry, Dace man, I wasn't trying to single you out or anything. I just share King's reactions when someone shortchanges their chances. You're good enough, you're smart enough, and dammit... the commissioner likes you. At least you're not overconfident though... that's the worst thing... but you can ask Thugg how I feel about OOC cocky bastards! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Dace59 0 Report post Posted October 17, 2003 Maybe that's the problem. I'm not giving King enough back handers to help me along. And don't worry about it man. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
muzz 0 Report post Posted October 18, 2003 When do I say that King!? Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Crowe 0 Report post Posted October 18, 2003 I know on a good day I can beat anyone in the federation. Except maybe Crow Muahahaha! I'm sure you'll hand me my ass next time we meet. That match I look forward to, I love playing up the history between the two wrestlers, especially since it's quite emotional (in a way). Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Mr. S£im Citrus 0 Report post Posted October 18, 2003 ... I also noticed the lack of selling a face Flesher, which sounds like a misunderstanding... Meh; I still think that Flesher only turned face because he learned that I was becoming more over than he is. Admit it, Taamo! Your real name is 'Levesque,' isn't it? - Dub Cee (latest victim of the glass ceiling™) Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
