Storming the Losers Thread

[Guest ErekT2k3]

Comments and criticism are welcome from everyone. Trying as hard as I can to get rid of the rust.

 

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The Garrett Coliseum in Montgomery, Alabama rumbles as the sound level inside crosses the century mark in decibels. It's nearly the end of the night, and yet the excitement is greater than when the bell first rung tonight. Only one thing can explain this: The Smarkstron glitters on, displaying in its fancy graphics and text the next match, the main event. A silhoulette of Erek Taylor on the right, and a silhoulette of Tom Flesher on the left. The glistening gold that is the Championship Belt is displayed under the two fighters, and the fans are absolutely ready.

 

"Well the end is near, my crazy Superhero sidekick!" Riley quips. "At last, I can finally go home and come up with another defense mechanism to shield me from your stupidity on the next show. That is, after I get to see Tom Flesher get his ass kicked by the Wonder Kid!"

 

"Oh Robert, so naive. It's as if you have your head in the sky."

 

"Naive is the only thing that gets through to your knucklehead."

 

"Come now Robert, show that enthusiasm again. It's the Main Event! Tom Flesher, the World Champion, takes on the arrogant and cocky loser we now know as Erek Taylor! It's going to be exciting!"

 

"Any day I get to see Tom Flesher become someone's bitch is an ex-"

 

::CRACK!!!::

 

That familiar sound, so enticing, so electrifying! It sparks off a never ending chorus of cheers as "Go Home" begins to play over the speakers!!

 

"What an honor. It seems the great Commissioner Mark Stevens has decided to come down for this very match! I'm delighted!" Comet says. "This is what people must feel when they shake hands with the President."

 

"Ladies and gentlemen, making his way down the ramp, the Commissioner of the SWF, "GRAND SLAM" MARK STEVENS!!!" Funyon yells. Grand Slam walks down the ramp, achknowledging the fans of Alabama as he passes them by. He makes his way around the ring before taking a seat next to Bobby Riley as a chant of "Grand Slam! Grand Slam!" begins to kick up.

 

"What happens to bring my old bitch down to the ring?" Riley asks. "You miss me, don't you?"

 

"As much as I miss the dirt under my shoes. Hello Comet."

 

"Commissioner."

 

"Well Bobby, if you must know, I'm down here to be a guest. I'm sure you won't mind if I take over the play by play."

 

"I don't mind. But I thought Comet was play by play."

 

"No, I thought you were."

 

"Please, gentlemen, the match is about to start. Let's see how long Tom Flesher can keep his lies up. He hasn't changed his ways, he's still the same."

 

"I respectably beg to differ, Citizen Commissioner."

 

Grand Slam's theme music fades out and a spotlight focuses in on Funyon, who stands at the center of the ring with referee Eddy Long by his side. Funyon shuffles his notecards to the very end, making sure the information is correct as the bell sounds.

 

Ding ding ding!

 

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the SWF Woooorld Heavyweight Championship!! Introducing first, the challenger...." Funyon lets his sentence hang as the arena completely fades into darkness. The opening beats of Linkin Park's "Numb" begins to play. The soft beat immediately angers the fans. They hate him. They hate him alot and they're going to show it. Infinite boos and glares begin to head towards the entrance way, where smoke has already completely covered the entire area. The suction clears it away, and there stands the Wonder Kid, staring at his feet, arms hanging from his side and his feet spread apart.

 

"From Anaheim, California! He weighs in at 180 pounds, the Wonder Kid....Erek! TAAAYLLLLOOOORRRR!!!" Funyon announces.

 

Erek Taylor heads down the ramp. His eyes burn as he slides into the ring and begins to shake off the cobwebs, pulling on the ropes and stretching out his muscles. The boos can still be heard, but they quickly turn into cheers as the Smarkstron becomes a ghostly white. A few seconds pass....they know what's coming....the song is playing.....

 

 

BOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!

 

 

The explosion rocks the stage but the fans never waiver, cheering their hearts out as "I am the Man" continues to play through the PA. The many words that describes the champion flashes before the giant screen, and the smoke that once covered Erek Taylor now plays as the blanket that reveals the Superior One himself. Flesher emerges from the mists, the World Title belt secured around his waist. He strikes his routine pose before heading down the ramp and entering the ring.

 

"And his opponent, from Buffalo, New York, he weighs in at 213 pounds....he is the SWF Champion of the WOOOORLLLDDD....The Superior One, TOM! FLESSSHHERRR!!!"

 

"There he is, Mark, the cause of all your stress," comments Riley. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you were jealous."

 

"Jealous? Of what? I'm a living legend!"

 

Flesher and Taylor are both in the ring. The Superior One and the Wonder Kid. The World Title belt is taken from Flesher's waist and held up for the world to see. Funyon exits the ring with the belt after Long has shown it to the challenger. With the ring cleared, Long delivers a chop to the air in between the two combatants...

 

Ding ding ding!!

 

...signaling for the bell to ring and the match to begin. Flesher and Erek begin to circle the ring, eyes locked, arms ready to lockup. Flesher makes the first move, attempting to go in for a lockup but Erek dodges under and drives a knee into the Superior One's midsection, phasing him. Flesher gets back into his stance, but before he can do anything, the Wonder Kid brings a hard hand across Tom's face!

 

"Right away, the Wonder Kid makes his prescence known with a cheap shot," says Stevens. "We will see if Flesher is really what he claims to be."

 

"I'm sorry Commissioner, but are you actually cheering for the evildoer?"

 

"Hey, he's finally doing something right for once!"

 

Flesher, enraged, lunges in for another attempt at the lockup, but once again, Erek uses his speed to dodge the attempt and turn around to slap Flesher in the face once more! The fans are booing, and it doesn't stop there. With Flesher's right hand to his face, Erek is quick to drop down to the canvas, bringing his foot across the floor, knocking Flesher off his feet with a sweeping kick. Flesher lands hard on his back, and Erek jumps on top, mounting himself and beginning to punch away. But Flesher is too smart, catching both of the Wonder Kid's fists before he gets hit. He twists them as hard as he can, and Erek wails. Flesher manages to get one leg free, and with it pressed up against Erek's chest, he pushes the high flyer away, giving him some breathing space as he rises to his feet. Erek races forward, attempting to floor Flesher with a clothesline but the champion takes that move away, letting Erek draw near before grabbing the high flyer's arm and taking him down with a hip toss. With Taylor's arm in his hands, Flesher immediately tries the wristlock. Erek gets up to his feet, and tries to fight out of the hold, but Flesher is too strong. Instead, the high flyer drops down to the canvas, rolls over, twists his body to get his wrist back into its right position before grabbing Flesher's arm and pulling it so hard that the champion falls over, landing flat on his back from the counter.

 

"Excellent counter by the Wonder Kid. That is exactly what I'm talking about!"

 

"That's got to frustrate Flesher..... Come on, he won't have me fooled." Grand Slam says. "I'm especially surprised that Erek is so focused during this early going. I thought he would be very distracted from the possibility of the Boston Strangler interfering."

 

"Come now, Commissioner, Citizen Albert is not such a man. He is the bigger man. He will do what is right."

 

"Comet, your common sense never ceases to amaze me."

 

"Thank you, Robert."

 

"Back to the action, folks!" Grand Slam exclaims as, inside the ring, Erek Taylor smoothly follows up his counter with a standing senton splash. He quickly crawls back over Flesher and hooks the leg for the cover...

 

 

ONE!!!!

 

 

 

The Champion bursts free. Erek grabs hold of Flesher's hair, and brings him up. He never gets a chance to implement an attack as Tom quickly grabs Erek by the waistline and sticks his leg through Erek's before tripping the flyer down. Flesher maintains his position again, now holding on to Erek's leg as he tries to bend it out of position. But Erek quickly frees himself, using his free leg to kick Flesher in the chest. Flesher staggers back, and Erek performs a kip up to get back up on his feet. The Champion re-analyzes his strategy, immediately going for Erek's legs with the tackle! But Erek jumps up just in the nick of time, allowing Flesher to slide under him before he lands on the champion's back! Erek hops off, just as Flesher rushes to his feet. Flesher moves forward and connects with a shotei. He grabs hold of Erek's wrist before hurling the Wonder Kid to the corner- No, Erek spins around and sends Flesher there instead and following up with a quick Yakuza kick! The kick knocks Flesher on to his bottom and Erek reaches down to his shoes and scrapes the dust off, immediately igniting a massive wave of boos!!

 

"Erek Taylor, using Tom Flesher's old boot scrape tactic! How can someone who has lost both his matches back be so arrogant? He's not even trying!" Comet yells. "I demand justice!"

 

"Come on Flesher, let's see who you really are," Grand Slam mumbles.

 

"Both of you are on drugs."

 

Flesher pulls himself up, and the cocky Erek Taylor backs up to the center of the ring, where he extends one hand out and motions it as if to say "Just Bring It." Flesher doesn't race out. He chooses to circle the ring, searching for a move that will take out Erek Taylor's legs, which is the key to his success, obviously. Being one of the fastest men to ever grace the ring, there are few who are faster and more acrobatic, and Flesher knows this. He lunges in, and Erek goes for the grapple, but Flesher has planned his attack out carefully and he ducks under to lock his arms around Erek's waists. The champion spins to Erek's back, where he drops down and pulls Erek's legs out from underneath him, causing Erek to fall flat on his face. The crowds cheer, and Flesher smoothly jumps over to Erek's front to lock in the front facelock. The champion starts to work his opponent, choking him as efficiently as he can while also driving knees upwards into Erek's face.

 

"As we've seen for so many times already, Tom Flesher is attempting to wear Erek Taylor down. Is that even possible? He went through that memorable Streetfight with the Strangler and still managed to climb to the top of the Smarkstron to deliver that aerial assault!" Riley says.

 

"Nothing is impossible, Robert. Citizen Flesher is a brilliant mat technician and can bring anyone down, including the fastest of the league."

 

"I agree with Comet. And if that doesn't work, Flesher will definetly resort to his cheating tactics, and that will reveal him to the world."

 

Erek struggles and tries to fight out of the hold. He starts flinging his fists around, hoping to drive it into some part of Flesher's body but the Champion again utilizes another weapon in his arsenal: his intelligence. He starts backing up, and Erek loses his balance. But the speed demon is quick to adapt. With Flesher's arm firmly grasped around his neck, Erek grabs hold of Flesher's legs before pulling it as hard as he can, taking out Flesher from underneath. The champion lands on his back, and Erek Taylor tears himself away from Flesher. The Wonder Kid starts panting, signaling that Flesher's strategy is working, once again. The crowds are grinning, and Erek knows he's going to fight a losing battle if he continues to get trapped in a fight of submission skills. Flesher rises to his feet, and in a desperate attempt to speed up the pace of the match, Erek races forward and immediately leaps into the air, hurling his legs forward! But Flesher's quick instincts kick in, and Flesher drops to the floor, allowing Taylor to fly over before shooting both his legs upwards, nailing Erek in the gut. Taylor is balanced on Flesher's legs, but the submission artist doesn't plan on performing a ballet move the entire time. He arches his legs before hurling Erek over, completing the delayed monkey toss. Both combatants rise to their feets, and Flesher moves in to grab a hold of Erek's wrist. He slings the high flyer's arm over his shoulder before hoisting him up into the air by the thighs and driving him into the canvas with a backdrop! Flesher drops over Erek.

 

 

 

ONE!!!

 

 

 

TW-OH! Erek pops his shoulder out.

 

"It doesn't seem that the villain is able to keep up with the hero," Comet points out. "It seems that Erek's memory has already faded him. He doesn't even remember that Tom Flesher was the one who rescued Strangler."

 

"I wouldn't count on that, Comet."

 

"Yeah, Comet, you freak. Erek remembers everything. He just doesn't show it."

 

Flesher starts to take control of the matchup. He follows up the failed pin by trapping Erek with the front facelock once again. Dragging the high flyer to his feet, Flesher starts to choke Erek, wearing him down inch by inch. Flesher wrenches his opponent's chin and pushes Erek down to the canvas. Erek's on all fours, heavily gasping for more air as Flesher continues to implement his strategy. The Champion presses his 213 pounds to Erek, making the lock even more effective. Erek tries to push himself up, but he's not strong enough to carry both their weights. Instead, Erek uses his right middle and index fingers and with it, clamps down on Flesher's right nipple and twisting it! Flesher tries to suck up the pain, but the pinching is just too much! Flesher's eyes start to water, and his face starts to redden until finally, he has no choice but to release his hold and tear away! Flesher's right upper chest is noticeably bruised.

 

"Oh come on Comet, even you have to laugh at that," Riley chuckles. "Flesher got brought down by a purple nurple."

 

"There is nothing amusing about that cheap shot."

 

"I don't know Comet, I think Riley's got a point. That was pretty funny to me."

 

"The fans sure don't think so, Commissioner," Comet says, as the fans are booing at their loudest now. Flesher sucks up the pain and gets right back into the matchup. He lunges towards Erek with a shotei, but Erek blocks it and delivers a backhand to Flesher's right nipple. Flesher grimaces, letting his guard down just long enough for Erek to clock him with a spinning wheel kick. Erek drops down and goes for the pin.

 

 

ONE!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!

 

 

 

 

 

TH-and Flesher wisely puts his right foot on the bottom rope, obviously still hurt from the purple nurple. The Champion gets brought back up, and Erek decks him with a hard right that staggers him back. Erek moves in to deliver another punch, but Flesher catches it in the air and in one fluid motion, pulls Erek's body in before tripping him down. Both combatants are on the floor, but Flesher is the one that's moving. He starts to work on Erek's legs, exposing Erek's thigh before driving an elbow inwards. Flesher repeats the move, and rolls Erek over on to his front before sitting on Erek's back and trapping the flyer with a single crab. The fans applaud, yet some are still snickering seeing as Flesher still has a purple mark on his chest.

 

"Tom Flesher, so brilliant in exposing his opponent's weakness. He's trying to take out Erek's speed indefinitely," Grand Slam comments. "Of course, just because he's brilliant in the ring, doesn't mean he's a good person at all. Not at all. If that was the case, the Hville Thugg would be the nicest guy year in and year out."

 

"What cracks me up is that Flesher fell down to the almighty purple nurple. Fear the goddamn purple nurple, I say!"

 

Flesher pulls back even further as Eddy Long moves to Erek's front and asks if he wants to submit. The speed demon stubbornly refuses, shaking his head before trying to reach for the ropes. Erek extends his hand out but the ropes are still about half a foot away. The high flyer starts slamming his fist into the canvas, trying anything to relieve the pain. He starts to pull, and his hands draw nearer and nearer to the blue twine. But Flesher spots it and releases the hold. He hangs on to Erek's leg, exposing the thigh again and dropping another elbow into it before pulling the Wonder Kid to the center of the ring. Flesher tries to lock in the single crab again, but Erek uses his free leg and kicks away, nailing Flesher in the chin, sending the Champion staggering back. Erek staggers to his feet, and immediately gets knocked back by a palm strike. Flesher moves in, attempting to grab Erek's wrist but he tears it away and lunges his entire head forward, connecting with a ferocious headbutt that leaves Flesher momentarily stunned. Erek grabs hold of Flesher's wrist and whips him to the corner, no, Flesher counters with a whip of his own and quickly races after the Wonder Kid. The footsteps bang in his eardrums, and Erek knows what's coming. His instincts kick in, and he jumps to the top of the turnbuckle before launching himself into the air! Flesher runs right into the corner, and as Erek comes falling down, he delivers a dropkick to the backside of Flesher's head that sends him crashing into the corner yet again. Flesher staggers back from the collision, just as Erek sneaks up behind the champion and rolls him up into a cradle.

 

 

ONE!!!

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!!

 

 

 

 

THRE-OOOH!!! Flesher pops his shoulder forward.

 

"It seems that the evildoer Erek Taylor is suddenly discovering how hard it is to keep Tom Flesher down," Comet points out. "Even with a spectacular aerial move like that won't hold the Champion down."

 

"It's a fluke," both Riley and Stevens says in unison. Back in the ring, Erek starts to speed up the pace of the match, bringing Flesher up in a hurry and parading him with fierce rights that backs him to the corner. With each punch that Flesher takes, Erek's adrenaline grows. Flesher tries to counter at the fourth punch, but Erek just quickly alternates hands and punches him with his free hand. The Wonder Kid grabs hold of Flesher's wrist and hurls him to the opposite turnbuckle, hard. Flesher staggers forward, arching his back in pain while Erek revs up and speeds forward. He leaps into the air, thrusts his legs forward, and takes the champion down with a jumping calf kick! Erek gets right back into the action, covering Flesher for the pin.

 

 

ONE!!!

 

 

 

TWO!!!

 

 

 

THRE-and still, Flesher manages to kick out. Erek begins to grow frustrated, but he controls his temper as he brings the champion back up to his feet. With a quick punch to stun him, Erek leaps into the air, locking in both his legs around Flesher's head. He prepares to deliver the headscissors, but Flesher has other plans, grabbing a hold of Erek's waistline and hoisting him up into the air, doing something that is rarely seen by Tom Flesher. The champion prepares to deliver another ring shaking powerbomb, but Erek starts to wail away on Flesher's face, right hand after right hand. Erek loosens him up enough and tries to go for the hurricaranna, but Flesher pulls him back up once again. Erek delivers another right hand and smoothly rolls down Flesher's back and rolls him up from underneath into another pin!!

 

 

ONE!!!

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!

 

 

 

 

THRE-YES! Flesher kicks out! The crowds are rocking, and booing the hell out of Erek Taylor.

 

"Flesher continues to be resilient, kicking out of everything that Erek Taylor throws at him!" Comet exclaims.

 

"Erek Taylor is just doing the next best thing. If you've got momentum going up against Tom Flesher, it is stupid to go for a rollup, but in Erek's case, since Flesher took away the hurricaranna, Erek had no choice but to go for the rollup instead," Mark explains. "Just years of experience teaches you that."

 

"Either that or you just worked with one of the greatest in the business."

 

"No, Riley, no."

 

Flesher rises to his feet, leaning towards the ropes and using it as a balance beam while Erek Taylor pops up. He never gives Flesher a chance, darting across the ring before leaping in the air, delivering a forearm to the forehead as both fighters go over the top rope and to the outside! The moment the fighters hit the mat, it's almost as if a fire had been set on gas. The fans react the exact same way, each and every one of them standing up to get a glimpse of the action. The fans in the front row are extremely vicious, stretching their hands over the wall barricade in hopes they will get to touch a SWF superstar. Erek Taylor and Flesher never let go of each other, both of them struggling to get position over another. They roll around on the mat before finally Flesher is able to pin Erek's shoulders down, only to find Erek's legs pressed against his stomach. With all his strength, Erek pushes forward, using his legs to propel Flesher in the air! Flesher lands flat on his back and Erek performs a kip up to get back on his feet. Flesher rises to his feet as well, and immediately finds Erek racing towards him. Erek cocks his arm back and shoots it forward for a clothesline attempt, but Flesher grabs a hold of the arm and takes Erek down with a hip toss. Flesher never lets go of the arm, but Erek will not submit to a hold, extending his legs upwards and circling it around Flesher's head before pulling him down with a mini-hurricaranna.

 

"And that's how it's done!" Riley yells out. "Finally some high flying action!"

 

"Robert, the move was performed on the ground," Comet points out. "You are losing your mind."

 

"Let him be, Comet. He screams out the craziest things."

 

Erek pulls Flesher up, who immediately tries to slow the pace down again, grabbing a hold of Erek's waistline and spinning to his behind. Erek drives an elbow back, nailing Flesher in the face, but he doesn't let go. The champion's grip on his waist is still as strong and Erek tries another elbow, to no avail. One fan in the front row starts to taunt Erek, his hand holding a soda while he mocks the high flyer. Erek grins, and with Flesher holding on, he leaps up to the top of the wall barricade, kicks the soda out of the fan's hands before jumping into the stands! Flesher's grip is broken and Erek reaches upwards, grabbing Flesher by the neck before pulling him down and landing a neckbreaker! Give the assist to the wall barricade!

 

"Hopefully that fan won't sue." says Mark.

 

"Despicable. Erek Taylor doing that to a fan and using the wall to free himself from Flesher's grasps," Comet says. "Flesher better get back into the ring because the count's almost to ten!"

 

"No comment, Riley?"

 

Erek sees Eddy Long raising up eight fingers, and without thinking properly, Erek jumps back on the wall barricade before skipping on to Flesher's shoulders, using that as a middle platform to jump to the ring apron! He stops the count right then and there before leaping up on to the second rope and leaping into the air. Erek backflips over, and crashes right on Flesher's back, taking him down with the moonsault!! The fans absolutely quiet as Erek slowly gets to his feet. His fatigue has been completely replaced by the adrenaline as he rolls Flesher back into the ring before ascending to the apron once again. Erek's hands circle around the top rope, and the high flyer leaps up on to the top rope before slingshotting to the perpendicular top rope. With his legs on top of the rope, Erek's body falls down before his legs follow in a scene where it's as if the top rope caused the backflip! Erek lands right on top of Flesher with the body splash and Eddy Long drops down for the count.

 

 

 

ONE!!!

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!

 

 

 

THRE-OOOH! Flesher pops his shoulder forward!!

 

"What a magnificent move by Erek Taylor but once again, Tom Flesher kicks out!" Riley yells. "MADNESS!"

 

"Calm down, Robert."

 

"I'm sick of you trying to calm me down, Comet! Why don't you calm down yourself, you Pepsi drinking sex machine?!"

 

Erek is disappointed, slamming his fist into the canvas as if to say "I had it too!". He grabs Flesher by the hair and brings him up, but Flesher's legs collapse from underneath him and the Champion goes back down. He's phased by all the high risk moves and he's recollecting himself. Erek tries to bring Flesher up, or to put it better, holds Flesher up. He grabs hold of Flesher's wrist and sends him hurling to the ropes. Flesher rebounds and Erek quickly leaps into the air, placing his entire body on Flesher's chest. The 180 pound frame pushes Flesher down to the ground, and Erek's left hand finds its way to Flesher's neck. He takes out the champion's windpipe while raining away with fierce right hands. He starts punching and punching, but the referee counts the submission hold down and as soon as it ends, he drags Erek off, who is insistant on continuing the assault.

 

"Flying Morale, the first appearance of the move since Summer 2002. I'm surprised Erek Taylor's this focused," Mark enquires. "I thought he would be always looking to the top of the ramp to see if Strangler would interfere."

 

"Well, right about now, Strangler should be buying his bras now since he's changed into a complete SISSY!"

 

"Citizen Albert knows better than to sink to his opponent's level."

 

Flesher starts to pull himself up, using the ropes as a guide while the referee keeps Erek at bay. Erek sees his opponent rising, and quickly shoves Eddy Long away before racing in to engage the enemy, only to get knocked back from a shotei. Flesher swiftly traps Erek with the front facelock, but instead of trying to choke the high flyer, he drives a couple of knees upwards, dazing Erek just enough to allow him to underhook Erek's left arm. Flesher kicks his leg under Erek's chest, and in one fluid motion, he hoists Erek up, and falls to the side. Flesher rolls in the air and brings Erek into position to nail the Flying Cement Drop!! Flesher wrenches Erek's chin and Eddy Long counts the cover.

 

 

ONE!!!

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREE!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

KICKOUT!!!! The fans can hardly believe it!! Erek tries to break free of the hold, but Flesher keeps it on as long as possible, utilizing the same tactic he used against Dace Night. Erek pulls in one of his legs and tries to roll over, but Flesher keeps him on his back. The hold gets counted out, and with Erek still lively, the referee restrains the Champion. Flesher lets go willingly, but as soon as Erek starts to move, Flesher goes right back in, bringing Erek up in another front facelock. He slings Erek's hand over his neck, and with a hand grabbing on to Erek's pants, he hoists the high flyer up to the vertical suplex.

 

"Let me just say that when Tom stalls for the brainbuster, it doesn't build the suspense. Nail the stupid move already!" Riley yells. "Jeesh!"

 

"Citizen Robert, Flesher is not trying to build the suspense. He's aiming his drop because when landed at the precise position, it could fin-"

 

"Did I ask you for information, Comet?"

 

"Well Robert, I tho-"

 

"You thought wrong."

 

"Come on guys, let's stay happy," Mark steps in to stop the bickering. Inside the ring, Flesher stalls but he never gets a chance to finish his move, as Erek Taylor spins up above, getting free of Flesher's hold before landing on his own two feet behind the World Champion. Right away, Erek shoves Flesher to the ropes before leaping up and trying for the dropkick. But Flesher gets himself tangled up at the ropes, and Erek lands flat on his back. Flesher turns, just as Erek hurries to his feet. Flesher meets the Wonder Kid with a shotei before grabbing a hold of Erek's wrist and hurling him into the corner. Erek crashes hard and Flesher follows up with a knee to the gut. Erek looks as if he's about to puke while Flesher starts pacing himself. The referee moves over and asks Erek on his condition. Erek doesn't respond, his eyes focused squarely on Flesher, who quickly races in at his top speed and lifts his boot to try for the Yakuza kick!! Erek knows the impact, and without thinking, he pulls Eddy Long in the way....

 

 

 

BAM!!!!

 

 

 

Eddy Long goes down!!!

 

"Eddy Long goes down! Erek pulls the referee to save himself! Another sneaky cheap shot that Erek has pulled so many of during his time back," Mark says.

 

"It's not sneaky. It's so smart! Flesher should have expected it."

 

Flesher is absolutely stunned as he tries to wake up Eddy Long, apologizing for his mistake as Erek staggers out from the corner. The Wonder Kid grabs hold of Flesher's hair and spins him around, delivering a kick that doubles him over before stepping forward and wrapping his arm around the Champ's head. He makes sharp fall backwards, and drives Flesher's head into the canvas with the DDT!!! The crowds are absolutely violent, snarling at Erek as he rolls out of the ring.

 

"DDT!!! Hell f*cking yeah!" Riley yells out. "Yeah, head over to the announcer's table Erek!"

 

"What's he doing?" Mark asks. "Flesher went to check on Eddy Long but that allowed Erek to sneak up and deliver the DDT. And now Erek's throwing the timekeeper out of the way, folding up the steel chair and taking it into the ring!!"

 

"Someone get another referee down here already!!" Comet yells. Right on time, a second referee starts racing down the ramp, Matthew Kivell, to be precise. Kivell slides into the ring and quickly tries to snatch the chair away from Erek's hands.... but Erek kicks Kivell in the gut, doubling him over before bringing the chair up high and swinging it downwards!!!

 

 

CLANG!!!!

 

 

 

Kivell goes down from the chair and he rolls out of the ring, hands holding his head in pain as Erek begins to stalk the World Champion himself. Tom Flesher is struggling to his feet, using the ropes to pull himself up as Erek starts taunting the Champion from behind. He hits the canvas a few times with the chair, prompting the fans to respond with chants of "Dick!". Flesher turns, and Erek moves forward to swing!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

YES!!! Flesher ducks under the chair just in time and delivers a kick that causes Erek to loose grip on the chair, which falls to the floor! Flesher pulls Erek in, and with hands firmly placed around Erek's waist, Flesher hoists Erek into the air, throwing him upwards before driving him into the canvas with a belly to belly suplex!!! The Coliseum erupts!!

 

"So brilliant. That's all I can say about Tom Flesher," says Comet. "So brilliant."

 

"Look at Flesher's eyes, it's planted on the chair. I know what's coming! He's going to do it!" Mark yells out in a frenzy as Flesher goes over and picks the chair up.

 

"I knew it!!! Flesher had me fooled but now that's who he really is!!! He's going to cheat, just like Erek, and I can't believe all you fell for his good guy routine!" Mark exclaims. Flesher takes a look at the chair, at the blood that has been smeared against its steel. He lifts it up in the air....

 

 

 

 

 

....and throws it out of the ring!!

 

"What the?"

 

Mark is speechless as Flesher brings Erek up and delivers a palm strike that sends Erek into the corner. Flesher connects with a face thrust before picking Erek up and placing him on the top rope. Flesher delivers another palm strike, stunning Erek just enough as he climbs the rope with him. He slings Erek's arm over his neck, and climbs up another rope.

 

"Flesher's going for the Boilermaker!"

 

Flesher tries to hoist Erek up, but he struggles, putting up a fight. He rips himself away from Flesher's hands and connects with a fierce right. Flesher doesn't fall, retaliating with a just shotei. Erek has the pole behind him to push him back, and knowing that he can't win a fistfight in grounds that high, Erek pulls Flesher in, and clamps his teeth on Flesher's ear!!

 

"Did I just see what I thought I saw?!" Riley screams out. "Oh hell yeah, we've got Mike Tyson in the ring too!!"

 

"That was totally uncalled for!!" Comet replys as Mark Stevens continues to stay quiet. In the ring, Erek grabs a hold of Flesher's head. He pulls Flesher up with him until both fighters are standing atop the turnbuckle. Erek places Flesher's head under his arm, and with pain still searing through Flesher's head, he has no strength to fight back, allowing Erek to leap in the air, pulling Flesher along with him!! The two are in the air, and Erek spins both of them in the air until their backs are face to face before falling and snapping the back of Flesher's head with the help of the shoulder!!! FAME AND FURY!!!!! OFF THE TOP ROPE!!! The crowds are chanting "Holy shit! Holy shit!" as Erek slowly gets up to his knees. He sees the referee and he moves over and drags the referee over before going for the cover. Eddy Long slowly awakens, and he limply slaps the canvas as the fans count along.

 

 

 

 

 

ONE!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREE!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Kickout!!! Oh my god, Flesher kicks out of the Fame and Fury off the top rope!!!"

 

"You're the only one talking now, Comet."

 

Erek starts slamming his fist into the canvas, frustrated! The fans are in awe but they get their focus back on as Erek pulls Flesher up and delivers a kick to double him over. Arm wrapped around Flesher's head, Erek performs the spin again until their backs are face to face. He makes a sharp drop on to his bottom, and Flesher's head gets hit with the shoulder again!!! FAME AND FURY #2!!!! Erek goes for the cover.

 

 

ONE!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREE!!!

 

 

Ding ding ding!!!

 

"Your winner," Funyon bellows out. "And the NEW SWF Woooooorrrrrlllldd Champion....EREK!! TAYLOORRRR!!!!"

 

The belt remains outside as Eddy Long, Erek Taylor, and Tom Flesher are all panting inside. Erek rolls out of the ring and grabs the belt. His eyes sparkle but the sight of Tom Flesher inside startles him, and Erek heads towards the exit.

 

"Erek Taylor has done it!! It took not one, but TWO Fame and Furys to bring Tom Flesher down!!" Comet says. "Tom Flesher's going to be better next time. He's been worked so hard by Mark Stevens that he's been tired."

 

"In a match where we've seen purple nurples and Mike Tyson reruns, I can finally go to the restroom," Riley says. "Erek Taylor, finally a champion I can root for."

 

"Don't hold your breath, Robert. Tom Flesher will try to win the belt back. And it will be one damn good match as I say good night for me, Robert, and Mark Stevens!"