Guest Suicide King Report post Posted January 13, 2004 SWF Smarkdown January 12, 2004 LIVE from the SOLD-OUT Conseco Fieldhouse in Indianapolis, Indiana Tag Team Match Michael Craven & Stryke v. Crowe & Linchpin Just days after Craven and Styke beat the daylights out of each other, they have to team to take on the formidible team of the Anti-Christ Superstar and the mysterious Linchpin. Is this a chance for one of these teams to step up and make a run at the gold or just another excuse for the Commissioner to punish one of his least favorite workers, the estimable King of Nightmares? I'm sure Craven will have something to say about this... Tag Team Tables Match Mike Van Siclin & WildChild v. Thugg & Judge Mental WC has already proven he is one hell of a tag competitor with his nrmal partner, Johnny Dangerous. Now he gets to show his flexibility in a brutal match with the newly returned MVS against the Incredible Thugg and one half of the Tag Champs, the dreaded Judge Mental. Pain will be the order of the night, and maybe some issues will be settled. (Yeah, I kinda doubt it too. Oh well, maybe they'll dislike each other even more now.) Singles Match "The Superior One" Tom Flesher v. Va'aiga On Lockdown, Va'aiga demanded that he be taken seriously, and challenged Danny Williams, with or without the belt, to a match. Well, Commissioner Stevens has other plans for Mr. Williams, so he will let Va'aiga prove himself against possibly the greatest World Champion in recent memory, Tom Flesher. For his part, the Superior one is looking to get back into the title mix and a win over the Maori Badass would be very impressive. Tag Team Match The Unholy Trinity (Dace Night & Terrance "Janus" Bailey) v. The Unnamed (John "The Notorious One" Duran & Charlie "The Grappler" Matthews) The Unnamed and the Trinity appear to be on a collision course. With their leaders embroiled in a tense feud, the other four in this small war will stare across the ring at each other. What's on the line? Well, pride and glory and money and all of that, but also a measure of respect. Oh yeah, and a nice spot on the Tag Team depth chart... MAIN EVENT Singles Match for the Smartmarks Wrestling Federation World Heavyweight Title "Deathwish" Danny Williams© v. Ejiro Fasaki Do I really have to explain why this will be a great match? Is there anything I can say that will hype this more than it already is? No? I didn't think so. Revel in the greatness people... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Suicide King Report post Posted January 13, 2004 Ladies and gentlemen, behold, as we return fro commercial break to a sold-out arena somewhere in America filled wth crazed fans, all foaming at the mouth in anticipation of some hardcore, amazing wrestling tonight. And we haven’t even had a match yet. Riley: Welcome back to SWF Smarkdown! We are LIVE from the SOLD-OUT Conseco Fieldhouse in Indianapolis, Indiana! I’m Bobby Riley, joined as always by- Comet: CYCLOOOOOOOOOONE COMET! Riley: And now that that’s out of the way, on to our next match, random tag action with Stryke and Michael Craven facing off against Linchpin and Crowe. Just days after Craven and Styke beat the daylights out of each other, they have to team to take on the formidible team of the Anti-Christ Superstar and the mysterious Linchpin. Is this a chance for one of these teams to step up and make a run at the gold or just another excuse for the Commissioner to punish one of his least favorite workers, the estimable King of Nightmares? I'm sure Craven will have something to say about this... and it will not be pretty... As Riley trails off, the lights dim as Slayer's "South of Heaven" slowly growls into life, fading more and more until the arena is cloaked in darkness, before a massive wall of blue and silver pyrotechnics erupts all across the stage. The sparks and smoke clears, revealing a spotlight shining down on the former Hardcore, Tag and ICTV champion Stryke! The crowd roars to life in boos, but Stryke wastes little time bothering with them, moving down the ramp towards the ring, Funyon commencing the introductions. Funyon: The following match is a tag team match scheduled for one-fall! Introducing first; from Sydney, Australia, weighing in at 235 pounds... STRYYYYYYYYKE!! Stryke reaches the ring and slides in, popping to his feet and heading for the nearest turnbuckle, drawing a fresh wave of boos as he raises his right arm to the crowd. Stryke then quickly drops back into the ring, concentrating on the match at hand. Comet: Stryke may have lost to Craven, but can these two work together after their hellacious match? Suddenly, the lights cut out, the crowd going silent for a second. Then, strobe lights pulse to the beat of the guitar and drums in the background as Saliva’s “King of My World” kicks in, the crowd beginning to boo as they realize who it is. As the first words kick in, the strobes cut out, a pale blue light covering the arena, illuminating the figure of Michael Craven as he walks out onto the stage, no expression visible on his shadowed face. Continuing his walk down to the ring, he turns around at the top of the ramp, walking backwards while stretching his arms out wide, soaking in the crowd’s jeers. Halfway down the ramp, though, he abruptly spins back around, swinging his right arm in a straight path across the top of the stage. “BOOM!” A huge blast of bright white pyro kicks up, the smoke lingering on stage for quite some time as Craven finishes the spin, continuing his walk to ringside without interruption. Funyon: And his tag team partner; from Tampa, Florida, weighing in at 280 pounds... “THE KING OF NIGHTMARES” MICHAEL CRAAAAAAAAVENNNNNNNNNN!!! Entering casually through the middle and top ropes, Craven quickly scales the turnbuckle closest to him, opening his arms wide and soaking in the crowd’s response, a chorus of heavy boos, a white spotlight shining down upon him, casting shadows across his face. Mike remains up top, staring back at the entryway before he hops down and begins stretching on the ropes. Riley: Yay, it’s Craven, put in another senseless match. Will Mark Stevens ever give this guy a break? As Craven finishes stretching, “The Way You Like It" by Adema begins to play as the lights begin to pulse, flaring up with the beat. As the intro concludes, Linchpin walks out, nodding his head to be beat, only a slight hint of a smile as he looks around the arena, adjusting his gloves and moving his head from side to side. Riley: And here’s the former US Champion. Needless to say, he’s pissed. How will that affect this match? Climbing the stairs to get into the ring, Linchpin casually removes his jacket, placing it neatly on top of the ring post. He then climbs through the ropes and moves into the ring... Funyon: And their opponents: Introducing first... from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 245 pounds... LIIIIIIIIIINCHPIIIIIIIN!!! Suddenly, Linchpin’s theme ends, and a small collection of screams is heard as the lights fall and darkness overtakes the arena. Machine Head’s “Imperium” begins to play with its mellow strumming of the guitar. The intensity picks up progressively until it reaches boiling point... “HHEEEAAAARRRR ME NNNNOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW!!!!!” The lights flicker in a brooding red light as screens at homes around the world become distorted with picture noise. The lights and noise stop as the darkness goes black again, and a spotlight appears in the middle of the stage. Standing amidst the light is Crow, the Antichrist Superstar with his wings spread and head cocked back. The crowd cheers wildly for their beloved superstar. “Hear me now! Words I vow! No fucking regrets!” Crow drops his arms and turns around to face the crowd. A cigarette is as always present, the BUTT resting gently between his lips. He reaches into his pocket, pulls out his zippo and smiles as he slashes the zippo back and forward across his pants. ”Fuck these chains! No god damn slave! I will be different!” The Antichristian Phenomenon lights the cigarette in his mouth and proceeds to stride forward. After his second stride he throws the still lit zippo behind him onto the stage and an eruption of fire goes off! The crowd cheers wildly as the flames rise up to two metres in height! ”I'll stand here defiantly! My middle finger raised! Fuck your prejudice!” Crow strides up the steel steps and enters the ring, butting the cigarette out on the ringpost. Funyon: And from Anchorage, Alaska, weighing in at 231 pounds, The Antichrist Superstar... CROOOOOOOWWWWWWWW! Comet: And now, here’s Citizen Crow! Perhaps he may want revenge for Craven’s win over him at ‘Twas The Fight Before Christmas? Referee Timmy Thompson orders two men to leave the ring, Stryke and Crow obliging. With everything now set, Thompson turns, signaling to the timekeeper... DING DING DING! Riley: And here we go... Linchpin and Craven slowly move towards the middle of the ring, the two men quickly throwing their arms out and entangling up in a tie-up. From there, Craven takes control, dropping to his knees while he slides Linchpin onto his shoulders, flipping him off them into a fireman’s carry. Linchpin lands on his back, slowly rising to his feet, but a rising Craven smashes him back to the mat with a rising clothesline. Both men drop to the mat, slowly rising to their feet, but Craven fires off two right hands, then grabs Linchpin by the wrist and whips him to the ropes! Across the ring flies Linchpin, hitting the ropes before he bounces back, but in doing so he is able to jump into the air, slamming his leg into Craven’s face with a flying leg lariat! Craven drops to the ground and rises, shaking off the last move, only to eat a face full of boot following a Linchpin dropkick! Again Craven falls, and again he rises, Linchpin geting to his feet, the crowd roaring behind him. Comet: Wowzer! What an explosion of offense from Linchpin to counter Craven’s offensive explosion! Riley: A leg lariat and a dropkick? Excuse me, that’s not offense. Even Zach Gowen could do that. Shaking off the effects of the dropkick, Craven rises to his feet, only to run into Linchpin. Linchpin pulling his right arm around and back before swinging it forward, chopping Craven square in the chest! “SLAP!” Crowd: WOOOOOO! Craven staggers back, but Linchpin unleashes another thundering chop across the chest of Craven! “SLAP!” Crowd: WOOOOOO! Craven again staggers back, but not before Linchpin grabs him by the wrist and whips him to the ropes! Craven bounces off the ropes, flying back at Linchpin, who leaps into the air, lands on Craven’s shoulders, and flips back, flipping Craven into a hurracanrana! Comet: Massive hurracanrana from Citizen Linchpin on Craven! Riley: Oh come on. It wasn’t that big! As Craven lands on the mat, Linchpin reaches back, and catching a leg, holds on, pinning Craven’s shoulders to the mat! The crowd pops meekly for the fan favorite as Thompson drops to count... One! Craven kicks out! The crowd quiets down while Linchpin falls forward, but he begins to get to his feet, staggering over to his corner... “SLAP!” Where he tags in Crow! Comet: And in comes Citizen Crow off the tag! He looks fired up, doesn’t he, Bobby? Riley: I can’t tell if he’s fired up or going nuts... Crow steps through the ropes and makes a bee-line for the rising Craven, sending him back to the mat with a hard stomp to the head! Craven falls, but Crow grabs him by the head and pulls him to his feet, nailing him with left handed blows as he gets to his feet. Once there, Crow boots him in the gut, then grabs him around the head, stomps the mat, and flips Craven back into a snap suplex! Crow, though, holds on, rolling over onto his belly, and pushing himself up onto his feet, stomps the mat again before flipping Craven into a second snap suplex! Craven lands on his back, Crow releasing him as he grabs his back, instead grabbing him and pulling him to his feet again. This time, though, Craven changes the plan, bending down and grabbing Crow at the ankles. Leaning back up, Craven falls back, sending Crow crashing straight down into the mat! “THUD!” The flapjack from Craven slams Crow’s chest into the canvas, causing him to emit a cry of pain from his chest, rolling onto his back while Craven crawls forward towards Crow. Riley: And a flapjack by Craven, face-planting Crow into the mat! But wait! Craven’s got Crow pinned! Here’s a count from Thompson! One! Kickout by Crow! Craven sits up, slowly rising to his feet before he staggers to his corner... “SLAP!” And nails the outstrecthed hand of Stryke. The crowd boos as the tag is made, the Aussie stepping through the ropes to confront Crow. Riley: Tag-in made by Craven to his partner Stryke, and for the first time in this match, the Aussies will collide! Crow slowly begins to rise to his feet, but as he does, Stryke charges at him and leaps up into the air at the Antichrist Superstar, thrusting his legs into Crow’s face! The dropkick knocks Crow onto his back, and as he rises, Stryke grabs him around the head, side headlocking him before he takes off across the ring, then drops Crow on his face with a bulldog to a chorus of boos! Riley: A bulldog from Stryke to Crow! Man, this guy is just gettig his face slammed onto the mat! First, that flapjack, now the dropkick and bulldog! So unrelenting! As Crow rises to his feet, though, slightly bent over forward, a rising Stryke catches Mike up into a fireman’s carry, but instead of flipping him over, he rises up just quickly enough to drop back to a knee, slamming the face of Crow on the said knee with a facebuster! Comet: Lo! Stryke’s fireman’s carry into facebuster combo! Citizen Crow just got a mouth-full! Riley: And again with the face slamming into the mat! I sure hope Crow has a good dentist! Crow grabs his face while Stryke crawls on top of Crow covering him for the pinfall attempt... One! Two! Kickout by Crow right after two! Stryke doesn’t looked that stunned as he grabs Crow pulling him to his feet. Riley: Just barely two for Stryke! Crow may be a little tougher than I expected... Comet: Then again, this is the same Crow who survived a good part of the Away In A Manger match! Riley: He lost that match, Comet. That’s not something to be proud of. Comet: But that moonsault onto the glass? Ouch! That, Robert, is the mark of a man with super-human toughness! Riley: then what about Craven? He was the frickin’ winner of the match, and he survived that spot, too! As he gets to his feet, Stryke nails Crow with a hard punch to the face then another one, but as he swings out for a third one, Crow lifts him arm up and barely blocks the punch! Stryke looks a little stunned, leaving the door wide open as Crow chops him across the chest! “SLAP!” Crowd: WOOOOOO! Stryke staggers back, but Crow unleashes yet another thundering chop across the chest of Stryke! “SLAP!” Crowd: WOOOOOO! Stryke stagger-steps, giving Crow the opportunity he needs to connect with a third chop to the chest! “SLAP!” Crowd: WOOOOOO! The Antichristian Phenomenon has Stryke reeling against the ropes, before taking him by the arm and whipping him across the ring. Stryke rebounds back, Crow right there as he ducks down and lifts his fellow Australian high with a BIIIIIIIG Back Body Drop, Stryke getting HUGE air before crashing hard to the canvas! Stryke lies in a heap on the mat, and Crow moves to his corner, tagging Linchpin back into the match! Craven can do nothing but watch as Linchpin moves towards his own partner, taking Crow by the arm and sending him to the ropes. Crow springs back and Linchpin plants his feet, catching Crow by the arm and Hip Tossing him over, Linchpin slamming Crow down on the prone body of Stryke! Crow rolls off and Linchpin drops on top for the cover, the fans cheering their teamwork at Thompson makes the count! One!! Two!! THR-Stryke rolls his shoulders off the mat just before the three! Comet: Crow and Linchpin working like a well-oiled machine so far, quick tags and an innovative double-team move have Stryke in trouble! Riley: Bah. It’ll take more than Crow & Linchpin using each other as a weapon to impress me. Both Stryke and Craven are far too good to go down that easily. Crow steps out through the ropes, leaving Linchpin to bring Stryke up to his feet. As soon as he’s up Stryke’s nearly sent right back down again, Linchpin BLASTING Stryke with a hard punch that sends Stryke stumbling back. With Stryke seeing stars Linchpin immediately looks to capitalise, taking the Australian’s wrist and whipping him towards the nearest turnbuckle with all the force he can muster! Stryke violently collides with the thick pads, Stryke’s back arching in pain as he staggers forward, right into Linchpin’s grasp as he sets Stryke in a Rock Bottom position, only instead he sweeps Stryke’s legs out from under him, driving him into the canvas with an STO, Linchpin swiftly hooking the hurting Stryke’s leg for the cover!! ONE… TWO… THREEEEEE… Craven breaks the pinfall!!! Referee Thompson gives Craven a warning as he moves back out to the apron, but the King of Nightmares pays no attention, yelling at Stryke to get up. Riley: I told you they wouldn’t go down easily. Stryke’s a former Tag Champion so you know he knows what he’s doing, and Craven is one of the smartest men in the SWF as he just showed there, as long as he’s conscious nobody’s getting a pin on Stryke and vice-versa. Linchpin gives a less-than-friendly glare towards Craven, before standing up, allowing Stryke to expend energy rising under his own power. Stryke gets to his feet and Linchpin makes his move, running in and jumping off the bag of Stryke’s knee/thigh as he leaps into a spin, looking to take Stryke’s head off with a Step Up Enzui Heelkick!! The crowd cheers, but at the very last moment Stryke drops down to his knees, Linchpin’s leg connecting with nothing but air! Linchpin manages to land back on his feet, but he’s slightly off-balance and that’s all that Stryke needs, snatching Linchpin’s arm and snapping him across the ring with an Irish Whip, sending him right to the corner where Craven is standing! With that Stryke rises and charges towards the corner, but not towards Linchpin, instead darting at Crow and knocking him off the apron with a hard forearm shot! Comet: Well, it’s clear the holiday break’s done nothing to change Stryke’s attitude, a totally unprovoked attack on the Antichrist Superstar! The Referee immediately heads to Stryke and starts warning him for his actions, but that’s exactly what Stryke wanted, with the referee’s back turned Craven grabs hold of Linchpin, choking the life out of him with the tag rope!! The fans boo vehemently but like all SWF referee’s Timmy Thompson doesn’t see a thing, Linchpin left coughing and spluttering as he drops down to the canvas, Craven releasing the hold just as Thompson turns around. Riley: They’re not a regular team, hell, they probably don’t even like each other, but Stryke and Craven worked that beautifully. Stryke takes out Crow and distracts the referee, while Craven stops any momentum Linchpin had with that choke, I tell you it brings a tear to my eye. Comet: And of course you have no problem with using the tag rope to choke your opponent half-unconscious. Riley: Hey, blame Grand Slam, if he didn’t want people using the tag ropes as weapons he shouldn’t have brought them back at all. With Linchpin down Stryke moves and tags Craven into the match, both men reaching down and pulling Linchpin up off the canvas. Thompson tells Stryke to leave the ring, but as usual they ignore the ref, Stryke and Craven each taking an arm as they send Linchpin to the ropes! Linchpin rebounds back, and both Craven and Stryke are right there to press him up into the air, Linchpin getting HUGE air before crashing chest-first back to the mat! Linchpin clutches at his chest in obvious pain, Craven dropping on top for the cover! ONE… TWO… THREE… Linchpin gets his shoulder up! The crowd cheers as Linchpin refuses to say die, but Craven doesn’t give him a seconds rest, pulling him up with a headlock, Craven’s bicep squeezing Linchpin’s head until it pops, Linchpin reaching his arm out towards Crow who starts to get the crowd into it, the bird desperate to get into the match. Craven stuns Linchpin and doubles him over with a knee to the gut, before moving to the ropes and bouncing back, looking for his Axe Kick! But right before it hits Linchpin rolls forward, avoiding the kick and ending up near his corner, where he TAGS CROW INTO THE MATCH! Comet: Stryke and Craven looked in control, but in a split second Crow’s in there, and he doesn’t look happy! Crow EXPLODES intothe ring, immediately clotheslining Craven down! Stryke runs in to stop him, Crow ducking a forearm before pivoting and NAILING Stryke with a Roundhouse Kick that just about knocks the Australian back to his corner, Stryke rolling back towards the apron as he holds his head in searing pain. Craven is back up, and tries to take Crow’s head off with a kick of his own, but Crow catches it!! Crow spins Craven around, grabbing him from behind in a waistlock before popping his hips, snapping Craven over with a BRUTAL German Supelx, bridging for the pinfall!! ONE… TWO… THREEE…NO!!! Craven just manages to roll his body over, escaping the pin! Despite the kickout Craven is seeing stars, and as Linchpin gets back to his corner Crow moves and tags him in once again, with Stryke’s head throbbing on the apron Crow and Linchpin look to exploit their 2-on-1 advantage! Comet: “Crow’s just wiped out both Craven and Stryke, and now he’s bringing Linchpin back in for some double-team action! Things aren’t looking pretty for the evil-do’ers right now! Crow and Linchpin drag Craven up, whipping him to the ropes and on the rebound going to decapitate him with a double-clothesline! Craven sees it coming though, managing to duck underneath! Crow is the first to spin back around, and Craven takes advantage, ducking and grabbing him around the waist and lifting him up, Craven falling back and dropping his lighter opponent hard to the canvas with a surprise Flapjack! Craven may have put Crow down, but unfortunately for him Linchpin is right there, the Mafia man unloading a barrage of rights and lefts on Craven, drilling his body, his kidneys, his head, the fans cheers increasing exponentially as Linchpin beats the stuffing out of MichaelCraven!! With Craven nearly out on his feet Linchpin doubles him over with a kick to the mid-section, applying a facelock and throwing Craven’s arm over his head, before letting out a grunt as he powers the much larger Craven up into the air!! Cameras flash as Linchpin holds the heavier Craven up for all to see, the crowd noise shaking the arena for Linchpin’s impressive display of strength, before Linchpin falls back and SPIKES Craven into the canvas with a Slow Release Brainbuster!! Comet: Citizen Linchpin just folded Craven up like an accordian with that brainbuster, that might be enough to keep him down for the count! But wait!! Stryke is back on the apron, and it looks like he’s climbing the turnbuckle! Cyclone Comet is correct, and as Linchpin rolls on top for the cover Stryke climbs the turnbuckle, reaching the top just as Thompson starts the count!! ONE… …Stryke flies off the top, looking to drive a dagger into Linchpin as he goes for a Top Rope Elbow Drop… TWO… …but at the last second Linchpin moves, the crowd exploding in huge cheers as Stryke drills his own partner with the Top Rope Elbow Drop!! Riley: NO!! Stryke, what have you done?! Comet: He just hit his own partner, that’s what. Linchpin was forced to break the pin, but Craven may be in even worse shape now! Stryke slowly gets to his feet, his hands on his head as he looks down at the big mistake he just made, but things only get worse as Crow pulls himself up as well, the Antichrist Superstar sprinting towards Stryke and putting his whole body behind a Clothesline that sends both men over the top rope to the floor outside!! Riley: This can’t be happening, it’s all falling apart! Get up Craven, you’ve got to! Craven in writhing in pain on the mat, Stryke’s elbow drop driving all the air out of him, but showing his resilience he slowly starts to push himself up off the mat. That may be a mistake however, as across the ring Linchpin is standing and lining Craven up! The King of Nightmares rises to his feet, but just as he does Linchpin charges, raising his boot and knocking Craven’s head 20 rows back into the stands with a huge Mafia Kick! Craven flops to the canvas like a dead fish, Linchpin falling on top for the cover!! ONE… TWO… THREEEEEEE… CRAVEN KICKS OUT!!! With no time to spare Craven gets a shoulder up, and the match continues! Riley: Look at that resilience. To take the full force of that Mafia Kick and keep on fighting, that’s the stuff future world champions are made of! Comet: Craven might have kicked out of that, but I don’t think he can take another big move, and his partner’s still out on the floor! Linchpin slaps the mat letting out a little frustration, but as Crow rolls back into the ring from the floor Linchpin gets a better idea, yelling something at Crow as he rises to his feet. It’s quickly apparent what Public Enemy Number One is planning, Crow pulling Craven onto one knee and holding him in place as Linchpin moves across the ring, lining the King of Nightmares up for his Shining Wizard, the Onerta!!! Comet: Things are looking real bad for Craven now, if he has anything left in his bag of tricks he needs it right now! The fans unanimously get to their feet in raucous cheers, and Linchpin doesn’t waste any time as he starts his run right at the prone Michael Craven! But just before the move Stryke reaches into the ring from the outside, grabbing the feet of Crow and pulling him off Craven! That’s just the assist Craven needs, and with nobody holding him back Craven draws on every bit of energy he has left to thrust himself forward, rearing back his arm and CRACKING Linchpin right across the jaw with a High-Power Forearm Smash, Linchpin crumpling to the canvas right before he can hit the Onerta!! Riley: See, I knew Craven had something up his sleeve, I wasn’t worried for a second. Comet: Suuuuure you weren’t. Craven knows he doesn’t have much time, and as Stryke holds onto Crow’s legs for all he’s worth Craven pushes himself up, grabbing a chunk of Linchpin’s hair as he pulls him up with him. Craven stands, and with boos raining down all around him he ducks down, lifting Linchpin up into a Fireman’s Carry, the prelude to the Gulf Coast Crunch!!! Craven twists his body clockwise as far as it will go, before uncoiling and launching Linchpin into the move, spinning him around before catching his head on the way down, and… “BAM!” …SLAMMING LINCHPIN’S HEAD ON HIS SHOULDER WITH THE GULF COAST CRUNCH!!! Riley: “There it is! The F5 to Neckbreaker wipes out Linchpin, Linchpin lies motionless on the canvas as Craven crawls on top, going for the cover as Stryke desperately holds onto Crow to prevent him breaking up the fall! ONE… TWO… …Crow manages to kick his way out of Stryke’s grasp, and he lunges to break up the pin… …but it’s too late… THREE!!! *DING!*DING!*DING!* Riley: “YES! YES! Craven does it again, no matter what crappy matches Grand Slam sticks him in he just keeps on winning! 2004 is the year of Michael Craven, I can feel it! Comet: Well whatever you think of the man you have to give him credit, Craven getting the pinfall over Linchpin with an assist from Stryke in keeping Crow at bay. And to think this is only the first match of the show, we’ve still got a huge card coming your way, starting with a Tag Team Tables match, coming up NEXT!” Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Suicide King Report post Posted January 13, 2004 “Grand Slam” Mark Stevens sits in his office, feet on the desk, whistling his own theme music and enjoying a brief moment of respite in the hectic schedule of a SWF Commissioner. A knock at the door brings life to the scene and the Heavy Hitter calls out Grand Slam: Come In! Through the door steps James Matheson, long time manager and friend of Charlie Matthews and Legal Advisor to the Unnamed. Matheson: You wanted to see my client? Grand Slam: Yes I did. And just where the hell IS Va’aiga today? Matheson: I am, as you are well aware, here on his behalf. My client Mr. Tu’ipolotu is of course preparing for the match against Tom Flesher, which he expects to win. Grand Slam: Damn… Matheson, when I call for a wrestler I expect to see him, not his hired flunky. Matheson: Rest assured Mr. Stevens, everything you say will be passed on if appropriate, and my client’s opinions are known to me. Grand Slam: If appropriate? Fine, but are Va’aiga’s ACTIONS known to you? More specifically what in the HELL was that big Maori psychopath doing smashing up my office last week? Those bats are going to cost a lot to replace. Matheson: Smash up your office? I beg your pardon Mr. Stevens, but that wasn’t Va’aiga. Grand Slam: WASN’T VA’AIGA? He left his calling card on my answering machine! Matheson: You may have noticed that Va’aiga could not have destroyed your office, seeing as at the time he was facing Xstasy in a fine professional match, which you may wish to note for future booking meetings – he won. Grand Slam: He only won thanks to cheap tactics and some late interference from Duran and Matthews, and I will keep that in mind at the next booking meeting. So, you wouldn’t happen to know where THEY were before that little run in, would you? Matheson: You may draw whatever inferences you wish about your office, but without solid facts I feel it would be unprofessional to comment. Grand Slam: Whatever… I can see we aren’t getting anywhere, but rest assured that I will find out who busted up my office, and I assure you that they will wish they never signed their contracts with the SWF. Matheson: That’s all as well but do you have any other business that I can deal with, above more rumours and speculations? Grand Slam: Yeah, in fact I do. Why don’t you turn around, open the door and get the HELL out!!! Matheson, briefcase in hand scoots quickly out of the office of the god damn annoyed Heavy Hitter, and the SWF Commissioner grunts to himself and maybe utters a swear word under his breath. Grand Slam: Damned Legal Agents… there should be a law… Fade to Commercials Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Suicide King Report post Posted January 13, 2004 “Welcome back to SWF Smarkdown,” calls Bobby Riley, as we fade in on the commentary table in the return from break. “And if you’re just tuning in, you missed a doozy of a match involving Michael Craven and… a few other guys.” “Michael Craven is one evil man,” Cyclone Comet, Riley’s partner, remarks. “I don’t like him, but my, did he carry that match!” “That he did, Comet,” Riley replies. “Anyway, coming up now we have an interesting tag encounter, as Mike Van Siclen teams up with the Wildchild to go two-on-two with Thugg and one-half of the SWF Tag Team champions, William Hearford.” “Hearford hasn’t defended those tag belts since winning them from Sinquizition,” Comet notes, “and even if he has, it wasn’t very memorable. Wild and Dangerous, meanwhile, was assuredly looking forward to meeting Justice and Rule for the tag belts – so the screwball thrown by Commissioner Stevens, teaming Mike Van Siclen with Wildchild and Thugg with Hearford, caused for several changes in plans.” “And you can bet that Hearford did some celebrating,” Riley says gleefully. “He gets the big black man as a partner, while Wildchild gets the most vanilla worker since Renegade as his partner! I think the Caribbean Cruiser would benefit a lot from having someone he’s familiar with as a partner, but he doesn’t even get that!” “How quickly you forget Catch-22, Bobby,” Comet says. Riley grins. “People remember Catch-22?” “Let’s Get Dirty” by Redman starts up, the fans simultaneously standing up throughout the arena and letting their cheers be heard as Wildchild enters through the curtain, the trademark bounce in his step as he walks down the ramp, followed closely by the ever-serious Mike Van Siclen and the nattily attired Johnny Dangerous, wearing a black suit with a red shirt underneath. Wildchild slides into the ring, posing a bit, and Van Siclen slides in behind him while Dangerous stands on the outside, applauding a bit as Van Siclen and Wildchild pose inside the ring. Funyon clears his throat, making the introduction. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a TAG TEAM contest scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, at a combined weight of four-hundred forty-five pounds, being accompanied by Johnny Dangerous – Mike Van Siclen, and the WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILD-CHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILD!” The fans pop once more, but the cheers turn to boos as the lights dim to a harsh red, and the drumbeats from the beginning of Rage Against the Machine's "Testify" softly, slowly crescendo up. The drumbeat gets louder and louder, and as stick hits cymbal there is a split second of silence before.... "NOW TESTIFY!" The song skips to midway through and continues on as three sets of red pyro shoot up all across the stage, and Judge Mental appears on the entrance ramp, Tag championship draped over his shoulder. He walks down to the ring in a very precise and deliberate step, stopping at the bottom of the ramp and grinning confidently at Van Siclen and Wildchild, in the ring. The lights come up to their usual brightness, but they quickly cut out, covering all crevices of the Canseco Fieldhouse with a cloud of complete and utter darkness. “MUWHAHAHAHA!” An electric guitar blares over the speakers, starting the introduction to DMX’s “Who We Be”, as the Fieldhouse’s booing, loud for Hearford, doubles their previous output. Beers are hurled at the curtain, despite the fact that nobody has stepped out from behind it. "They don't knoooow..." "Who we beeeeee." "They don't knoooow..." "Who we beeeeee." “What they don’t know is…” BOOM! A huge explosion on the stage leaves a wall of fire across the stage in its wake, leaving only a small path in the center, as the fans’ booing, if possible, intensifies even more, and the first verse of the song begins. “Look at the pyro extravaganza Hearford and Thugg get,” Riley notes with a smirk. “I’m sure Van Siclen and Wildchild are jealous of the spectacle Hearford and Thugg’s entrances are.” In the path left by the wall of fire, a dark figure creeps forward, a black towel over his head, and as the figure, obviously Thugg, walks down the ramp to meet Judge, Funyon makes his announcement. ”And their opponents, weighing in at a combined six-hundred and thirty-six pounds, THUGG and one-half of the SWF Tag Team Champions, Judge WIIIIIIIIIILLIAM HEEEEEEEEEARFORD!” The crowd boos as Hearford and Thugg pound fists at the bottom of the aisle, and then the two big men slide into the ring, standing up and glaring at Van Siclen and Wildchild, obviously trying to get into the two smaller wrestlers’ heads. One would think they were doing a good job, too, as the smaller duo backs up a little bit – but referee Nick Soapdish steps between the two teams, laying down some quick ground rules. Satisfied that both teams understand, Soapdish takes Hearford’s tag belt, handing it to the timekeeper and calling for the bell. *DING DING DING* Hearford leaves the ring, more than willing to let Thugg demolish both members of the opposite team. Wildchild and Van Siclen look at each other, however, unsure of who is to take first crack at Thugg. HVT stalks menacingly towards the pair, non-verbally threatening to make a decision for them, but Van Siclen and Wildchild quickly lock eyes and nod, the nonverbal cue sending Van Siclen charging at Thugg! The burst of momentum from MVS gets HVT’s blood flowing, and he charges right back at Van Siclen, his right arm outstretched and looking for a lariat – but Van Siclen wisely hits the mat, scissoring Thugg’s legs and dropping him with a drop toe hold. As Thugg falls, Wildchild moves closer, into the path of Thugg’s descent – and the big man’s face smashes into the knee of the Caribbean Cruiser! The fans erupt and Johnny Dangerous applauds on the outside, as Soapdish comes over to scold Van Siclen and Wildchild. “That is BLATANT cheating by Team Small,” protests Riley. “I demand a disqualification, as cheaters like Wildchild and Van Siclen DO NOT belong in an SWF ring!” “Oh, calm yourself, Citizen Riley,” Comet says breezily. “Van Siclen and Wildchild took advantage of the five-second rule, a rule that’s clearly stated in the rule book. They’re getting a chastising now, are you happy?” Indeed, Soapdish is yelling at Van Siclen and Wildchild (not endearing himself to the crowd in the process), but William Hearford, not appreciating the treatment of his partner (in addition to seeing an opportunity for a sneak attack) charges into the ring, firing off a lariat at Wildchild — but the Human Hurricane ducks, and the lariat catches Van Siclen square on the jaw! MVS hits the mat, clutching his jaw in pain and rolling out of the ring, and Hearford, seemingly satisfied that he has solved the dilemma of who is starting the match for each side, calmly walks back to his corner, clutching the tag rope. “Wildchild showing off his speed there,” Comet notes, “ducking the fast lariat from Judge Hearford!” “Yeah,” Riley snickers, “it’s too bad his partner couldn’t do the same!” Thugg gets to his feet, angry as any self-respecting big black man should be. He growls at Wildchild as he gets to his feet, brushing his dreadlocks out of his face and roaring like a locomotive at Wildchild, looking to steamroll the Bahama Bomber with a lariat – but Wildchild ducks it, and Thugg bounces off the ropes! WC leaps into the air, turning around in midair and anticipating Thugg’s momentum, halting it with a flying forearm to the face! Thugg goes down once more, but he’s quickly up and back on his feet, a look of sheer rage in his eyes as he stalks towards Wildchild. The smaller man backs up towards the ropes, where he is at home, but Thugg is so close to Wildchild that the Tropical Tumbler can feel HVT’s breath on his face – so close that Wildchild can’t hop onto the ropes without becoming a sitting target for Thugg. Looking to create space for himself, Wildchild stares Thugg dead in the eyes, almost capturing HVT in Latrell Sprewell-like hypnosis – before snapping his head to one side! Thugg looks in that direction as well, and the Bahama Bomber takes advantage, sliding between the suddenly vulnerable Thugg’s legs! The crowd roars for Wildchild’s ingenuity as the Caribbean gets to his feet, charging towards the ropes and bouncing off of them, coming back at Thugg with a full head of steam and looking for a flying forearm to the back of the head! – *CRACK!* But Thugg whips around at the last possible instant, his tree trunk-like arm outstretched and slamming into Wildchild’s jaw with a vicious lariat! The crowd, deflated, sits back down in their seats, as Van Siclen on the outside gets on the ring apron, clutching the tag rope. In the ring, Thugg grins sadistically, grabbing Wildchild by the dreads and lifting him to his feet. “Wildchild showing his brainpower with that Tim Hardaway-style killer head fake,” says the slightly outdated Comet. “Yeah, and Thugg showed his instincts by nearly taking Wildchild’s head off!” Thugg grabs Wildchild between the legs, wrapping one huge arm around the Caribbean’s neck and lifting him up into powerslam position, before falling forward, slamming Wildchild hard into the mat and crushing him there with three-hundred eighty-six pounds of force. The crowd boos as Thugg, using his weak brain, makes the academic cover. “OOOOOONE!” “TWOOO – NO!” Van Siclen charges into the ring, catching Thugg with a low dropkick to the midsection that breaks up the count. Without prompting from Soapdish, Mike leaves the ring, as Thugg gets up, obviously a bit upset. He walks across the ring towards the Wild and Spectacular corner, looking to start something, but referee Soapdish get between HVT and Van Siclen. Begrudgingly, Thugg goes back to the middle of the ring, grabbing Wildchild by the dreads and helping him to his feet. “Look at the compassion Thugg is showing there,” Riley says. “He really is a nice guy at heart!” “Yes,” Comet says sarcastically, “much in the same way that you’re really a woman at heart.” Thugg grabs Wildchild by the arm, pushing him away and then whipping him hard into the heel corner! Wildchild hits the turnbuckle back first, sticking there, and Thugg walks away from him for a few moments – only to turn back and charge into the corner, leaping into the air and crushing Wildchild against the turnbuckle with ring-rattling force! “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!” Less than thrilled, the fans begin booing, as Thugg nods at Wildchild, obviously daring the Caribbean to try to take him out. Suddenly, Hearford reaches out from the corner, tagging Thugg out of the match and himself in! The crowd pops slightly, glad to be rid of HVT, as Judge Hearford steps into the ring and Soapdish forces Thugg out. “Hearford tags himself into the match,” Riley notes, “and Thugg is less than pleased with this development!” Hearford grabs Wildchild, pulling him out of the corner and into the middle of the ring, away from the heel corner. The Judge catches Wildchild with a swift knee to the gut, doubling the cruiser over. Taking his time, Judge slaps on a side headlock, grabbing Wildchild by the bottom of his singlet and lifting him up into suplex position, spinning around before falling backwards, dropping Wildchild to the mat with a corkscrew suplex! The crowd boos the maneuver as Judge floats over into the textbook cover. OOOOOONE! TWOOOOOO! “NO!” Wildchild kicks out, and Judge grabs him by the hair, lifting the Tropical Tumbler to his feet. Viciously, Hearford grabs Wildchild by the arm, whipping him into a neutral corner. The crowd boos as Hearford walks closer to Dub Cee, cupping the Caribbean’s chin in his hand! Hearford reaches way back, obviously looking to bring the pain as he delivers a STIFF knife-edged chop to Wildchild’s sternum! SMACK! “WHOOOOOOO!” “Knife-edged chop by Judge,” Riley points out, a bit giddy, “and Judge Hearford is channeling Ric Flair!” Judge cups Wildchild’s chin again, reaching way down deep before lashing forward with another huge knife-edged chop! SMACK! “WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Despite the whooing, the crowd is definitely booing, as Hearford backs up cockily, seemingly setting up for an avalanche – but Thugg uses his huge wingspan to tag Judge on the shoulder and enter the ring himself! Judge turns around, his eyes boiling with hatred for Thugg as the big black man enters the ring, and Soapdish helpfully escorts Hearford out. “Thugg with the blind tag on Hearford,” Comet points out dryly. “You know,” Riley says, “Thugg almost had to make the tag there, or we might have been slapped with an affirmative action lawsuit.” “You’re quite the closet racist, aren’t you?” “I’m in the closet about a lot of things, Comet.” The crowd begins chanting “H – VILLE!” at Thugg, trying to get under the big black man’s skin, but he is completely focused on Wildchild, who is slumped in the corner. Grinning, Thugg stands in a four-point stance in the middle of the ring, looking to charge the Wildchild and splash him viciously. And as he takes off, his shoulder outstretched and looking to make a killer blow, it looks like Wildchild might be broken in half… CRACK! … But the Caribbean again shows his ingenuity, putting his hands on the top rope and pushing himself into the air, extending both legs and catching the charging Thugg with a double kick to the top of the head! The fans ERUPT for the Bahama Bomber as Thugg backs out of the corner, clutching his face in pain. Wildchild, meanwhile, falls back to the mat, but quickly he pushes himself back onto the top rope, running halfway across it before leaping off towards Thugg, his right leg outstretched as he leaps off the rope… WHAM! … Dropping the leg across the back of Thugg’s neck, and driving his face into the canvas with a springboard Caribbean Cutter! “Cutter,” shouts Comet. “He pulled that out of nowhere!” HVT collapses to the mat, and Wildchild quickly rolls him over, looking for the pin: ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEE – NO! Judge Hearford dives into the ring, driving a fist into Wildchild’s back to break up the count! “Wildchild very nearly got a pinfall on HVT,” Comet says, “but Judge Hearford comes in to make the save!” “That’s why Judge is the de facto leader of this team,” says Riley. “He’s got great ring awareness; he knew when he had to come in and stop the pinfall, and took the initiative!” Wildchild scrambles to his feet, bickering with Judge for interfering as Soapdish struggles to keep them separate, while Thugg returns to his feet behind Wildchild, and grabs him from behind in the confusion, looping his massive arms underneath those of Wildchild’s, and cinching his hands together behind his neck… WHAM! … Lifting him into the air and slamming him back down to the canvas with a devastating Full-Nelson Slam! Thugg scowls menacingly as he looks down at the fallen Wildchild. “Thugg with a big Full-Nelson Slam on the Wildchild,” reports Comet, “and Wildchild is seeing stars right now!” “Serves him right,” adds Riley. “He never should have taken his eyes off of Thugg in the first place! If he weren’t so busy arguing with Judge Hearford, he probably wouldn’t have been caught like that, anyway!” Thugg bends down and grabs Wildchild by the hair, pulling him up to his feet as Johnny shouts words of encouragement from outside the ring. Snaring him in a side headlock, Thugg reaches down and grabs Wildchild by the bottom of his tights, before snatching him off the canvas, lifting him high into the air and suspending him upside-down. “Look at the power of HVT,” marvels Riley. “That’s a two hundred-twenty pounder, and Thugg’s holding him up there like he was a child!” HVT holds Wildchild aloft for what seems like an eternity, before leaning back as he prepares to drop Wildchild to the mat with a devastating suplex, but the Bahama Bomber wriggles free, landing on his feet behind Thugg, and immediately leaping into the air, blasting Thugg in the back with a dropkick that sends him stumbling forward into the ropes. As he bounces backwards towards the center of the ring, the quick-thinking Caribbean reaches over and hooks the inside of HVT’s thigh, then pulls him backwards, taking him off of his feet, and down onto his back with a rollup! ONE! TWO! At the count of two, Thugg kicks out forcefully, sending Wildchild stumbling backwards and through the ropes, but Wildchild grabs onto the middle rope at the last second, preventing him from falling off the apron. “Wildchild’s going to have to use a lot more of that quickness if he hopes to have a chance against Thugg,” notes Comet. Wildchild scrambles back to his feet quickly, beating Thugg off the mat. As the obsidian giant charges towards the edge of the ring, Wildchild ducks down and thrusts his shoulder between the top and middle ropes, stunning HVT with a blow to the midsection. Thugg leans over the top rope to catch his breath, giving the Human Hurricane the opening he needs to reach up, grabbing Thugg by the head with both hands… THWACK! … And leaping off the ring apron, clotheslining Thugg on the top rope! “Nice heads up move by the Wildchild,” exclaims Comet. “He’s got Thugg off balance!” Wildchild quickly climbs back onto the apron, and leaps onto the top rope, springing into the ring at HVT… WHAM! … But the Angry Black Man snatches him out of the air and quickly spins around on his heel, planting Wildchild into the canvas with a ferocious powerslam! Thugg remains atop Wildchild as Soapdish drops to the mat to count the pin: ONE! TWO! THREE— WHAM! Just before the third count falls, Van Siclen races into the ring and breaks up the pinfall with a running stomp to the back of Thugg’s head. Soapdish orders Van Siclen out of the ring, and Thugg gets back up, heading over to the face corner to confront his antagonist. He gets chest to chest with Van Siclen and angrily covers his face with a massive paw, shoving him through the ropes with a pie-face and down to the floor! “I have to tell you, Robert,” notes Comet, “this rivalry between Mike Van Siclen and HVT has come to a boil in a very short amount of time!” “I don’t have any idea what Van Siclen was thinking, crossing paths with Thugg in the first place,” say Riley. “The only thing he’s going to get out of this is his (bleep) wrecked!” Thugg seems to be of like mind, as he continues jawing with Van Siclen, who is just getting to his feet on the arena floor. Just before he begins to climb onto the apron, Mike notices Wildchild recovering in the middle of the ring, and decides to try and buy him a little more time. “Hey H-Ville,” shouts the Spectacular One, “don’t you ever brush your teeth? Your breath smells like Bo’s ass!” Enraged, Thugg lunges between the top and middle ropes, trying to get his hands on Van Siclen, but backs safely out of his reach. “I didn’t quite catch what Van Siclen said to HVT,” says Comet, “but I can only assume that he didn’t take it well.” Meanwhile, Hearford comes to life across the ring. “Thugg! Turn around, you imbecile! Keep your eye on…” WHAM! But Hizzoner’s warning comes too little, too late, as the Bahama Bomber gets his second wind, racing towards the edge of the ring and diving feet-first through the ropes, grabbing onto the top and middle ropes and using them to swing around, blasting Thugg in the face with a Chicklet Buster! “Chicklet Buster,” shouts Comet. “Wildchild dusted one of his classic moves off and caught Thugg napping!” WHAM! As HVT staggers backwards into the center of the ring, the Human Hurricane leaps onto the top rope and springs into the ring, flipping through the air before planting his feet into Thugg’s face with a breathtaking Shooting-Star Missile Dropkick that sends the Angry Black Man crashing to the canvas! “Shooting-Star Missile Dropkick,” cries Comet. “Fasten your seatbelts, ladies and gentlemen, this train is picking up speed!” Wildchild turns towards the heel corner, flashing a quick smile to Judge Hearford before racing towards the opposite edge of the ring and leaping onto the top rope. Springing backwards towards his fallen opponent, Wildchild tucks his knees to his chest, flipping in a counter-clockwise direction… SPLASH! … Before crashing into Thugg’s chest with his patented Falling Star Press! “FSP,” shouts Comet. “He could have Thugg here!” ONE! TWO! THREE! … But before Soapdish could slap his hand against the mat for the third time, Judge Mental runs into the ring and grabs Wildchild by the ankle, pulling him off of HVT to break up the count. “Damn that Judge,” growls Comet. “If it weren’t for his interference, this match would be over already!” Still holding onto Wildchild’s ankle, Judge pulls him back towards his corner. The Bahama Bomber pushes against the mat and gets himself back up on one leg. He hops off the canvas, twisting his body to deliver an enzugiri to Judge’s head, but the beleaguered barrister lowers his head, causing Wildchild’s foot to sail over it. WHAM! … But the Bahama Bomber springs back off the mat the second his foot touches down and kicks the unsuspecting Judge squarely in the chest, knocking him back into the corner! “Judge Mental thought that he had Wildchild under control,” shouts Comet, “but he demonstrates his incredible quickness, and catches Hearford off guard!” Wildchild runs over to the corner and leaps onto the middle turnbuckle, straddling Hearford as he begins to deliver a series of punches: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! WHAM! As he is punching Judge in the corner, Wildchild notices that Thugg has recovered from the FSP, and is slowly making his way to the corner, so he springs fearlessly off the turnbuckles and blasts the unsuspecting Thugg between the eyes with a flying elbow smash! Wildchild races towards the edge of the ring as HVT staggers backwards, leaping onto the top rope and curling into a ball as he springs off… BANG! … Knocking him backwards with a Pinball attack! “Wildchild has the big man reeling after that Pinball attack,” says Comet, “but he’s still on his feet!” Wildchild turns sharply to his left and runs to the ropes again, leaping into the air… BAM! … But the malevolent magistrate pushes the top rope away from the ring just as Wildchild’s feet make contact, causing him to lose his balance and fall into the ring! BAM! And before Wildchild can react, Thugg follows up on his partner’s assist by dropping a massive elbow onto the Bahaman’s sternum! Soapdish dives into position to count the pin: ONE! TWO! THREE— “No,” shouts Comet. “Wildchild got his foot on the ropes!” “He took the cheap way out,” scolds Riley. “He knew that he couldn’t kick out after that elbow by Thugg, and he took the cheap way out!” Thugg rolls onto his knees and stares at Soapdish with a look of barely-contained fury, but the official calmly points to Wildchild’s foot dangling on the bottom rope. Thugg gets to his feet and grabs Wildchild by a wrist, dragging him across the canvas to the center of the ring, where he drops back down to try and cover him again: ONE! TWO! THREE— KICKOUT! Wildchild barely gets his left shoulder up, and Thugg’s look of irritation slowly becomes one of pure anger. He gets to his feet and grabs Wildchild by the wrist once more, this time dragging him over to his corner, where he makes the tag to Judge Hearford. Judge shakes his head as he enters the ring. “It’s about time you came your senses,” grumbles Hearford. “Say what,” roars Thugg. “You heard me,” Judge replies. “If you weren’t so busy dicking around, we would have won by now!” Thugg rolls his eyes. “You can’t do any better, bitch!” Judge replies with a smirk. “Watch and learn, cretin.” With that, Hearford bends down and picks Wildchild up off the mat, lifting him onto his shoulder. He charges towards a neutral corner and slams Wildchild back-first into the top turnbuckle. “Vintage Judge Mental at work,” marvels Riley, “and it looks like he’s setting up for Capital Punishment!” Hearford repositions Wildchild on his shoulder and steps away from the corner, turning instead in the direction of the opposing corner. “Ooh,” Riley says gleefully, “he’s gonna do it again! Wildchild will definitely be ripe for the picking after this!” Judge rushes towards the opposite corner… CRASH! … But the Bahama Bomber slithers out of Hearford’s grasp and slips behind him, shoving him forcefully into the turnbuckle face first! Wildchild races towards the edge of the ring as Hizzoner staggers out of the corner, bounces off the ropes and leaps into the air as Judge turns back towards the middle of the ring… WHAM! … And snares his head with a side headlock while in mid-flight, driving the abused adjudicator’s face into the canvas with a picture-perfect bulldog! The Hoosier crowd begins to cheer excitedly, and their excitement builds to a fever pitch as Wildchild gets to his feet and dives towards his corner, making the tag to Van Siclen! “Tag is made,” shouts Comet, “and here comes the Spectacular One!” As Wildchild lay on the mat near his corner, Van Siclen jumps into the ring, rushes over Hearford and pulls him off the mat, grabbing him by the arm and whipping him to the ropes, tossing him over his shoulder as he rebounds with a big backdrop! “Van Siclen is on fire,” screams Comet. Thugg enters the ring and charges Van Siclen, but the Spectacular One sidesteps him, watching as he lumbers past to the opposite side of the ring, and taking a short hop off the mat to dropkick Thugg in the knee as he bounces off the ropes. CRACK! As Thugg is bent over on the mat in pain, Wildchild streaks across the ring, seemingly from out of nowhere, and thrusts his knee into Thugg’s unprotected face! “Shining Wizard,” shouts Comet, as Thugg rolls back out to the arena floor. Back across the ring, Van Siclen pulls Hearford to his feet and applies a standing headscissors. Mike lifts Judge’s lower body off the mat before lacing his legs underneath Hizzoner’s arms… WHAM! … And falling to his knees, crushing Hearford with the Riot Act! Mike rolls him into a pinning combination as Soapdish counts: ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! As soon as the bell sounds, Mike rolls off of Judge and slides out of the ring. “What a tremendous win by Van Siclen and Wildchild,” says Comet. “Stay with us, folks, for more exciting SWF action!” As we: FADE OUT Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Suicide King Report post Posted January 13, 2004 Comet: Coming up next we’ve got one DANDY of an encounter, as Va’aiga – the Maori Monster encounters “The Superior One” Tom Flesher in what could be the sleeper match of this card. Riley: Two of the finest wrestlers in the federation. Two Time, Two Time Former Heavyweight Champion Tom Flesher meets… well if he has his way the NEXT World Heavyweight Champion Va’aiga. Comet: I’m sure Deathwish Danny Williams and the Unholy Trinity might have something to say about that. The treacherous Va’aiga might be walking into the Lion’s Den when he faces Danny Williams. Revenge is a dish best served with a powerbomb! The SmarkTron glows bright white as the funk stylings that make up the bass riff to “I Am The Man” by the Philosopher Kings warm up the crowd throughout the arena. BOOM! Pyrotechnics fire, filling the entrance area with smoke. I am the man baby, that’s what I am, I’m a straight shooter, with a master plan… And through the gateway lights and the smoke steps the always confident, always smilling face of “The Superior One” Tom Flesher. As Flesher’s SmarkTron video shows some of his finest moments, cut with “SUPERIOR” “THE MAN”, “PERFECT” and other such things that Tom (and his legions of fans) consider himself. Flesher folds his arms halfway up the ramp and poses, the fans screeching and screaming their approval. Comet: The Superior One, a firm fan favourite and one of, if not THE greatest wrestler in this federation today. Riley: What about Ejiro? Comet: What about Ejiro? Riley: He’s been world champion, and he’s beaten Flesher. Funyon: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall. Introducing first, standing at five feet and ten inches tall and weighing in tonight at two hundred and thiiiiiiiiiiiirteeen pounds… “THE SUPERIOR ONE” TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM FLEEEEEEEEEEESHEEEEEEEERRRRRRR Flesher wipes his feet on the ring steps, making sure that his boots are clean and ready for wrestling before climbing into the ring. Flehser walks over to one of the turnbuckles and folds his arms again, earning another screech from the women and cry of support from the men who make up the great SWF audience. The audience and music drop to silence… WHAT’S MY NAME? Funyon: And his opponent hails from Rotorua on the North Island of Aotearoa, weighing in tonight at three hundred and eleven pounds… VAAAAAAA’AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIGAAAAAAAA TUUUUUUUU’IIIIIPOLOTUUUUUUUUUUUUUU Comet: What about Danny Williams then? Riley: Well he has THIS man hunting him, and that’s really not going to help anyone. Va’aiga steps out of the darkness, the hood of his coal black boxer’s robe covering his face from the audience as the pumping beats of Bring Da Pain and the ancient tribal chanting of the Haka fill up the arena. Va’aiga strides out and down to the ring always looking downwards as he walks, always hiding the face. Ka mate, Ka mate! Ka ora, Ka ora! Ka mate, Ka mate! Ka ora, Ka ora! Riley: No James Matheson. I find that mildly disappointing. Comet: I’m sure that if he’s needed he’ll show his face around here. Tenei te tangata puhuruhuru Nana i tiki mai whakawhiti te ra! Va’aiga slides under the bottom rope and into the ring, throwing off his robe and showing his heavily tattooed face to the booing and braying crowd, turning to Slesher and grimacing at the younger and more technically talented superstar. A hupane, kaupane A hupane, kaupane whiti te ra! HIII!! Va’aiga finally walks over tot the ring ropes and leans over, out towards the crowd, sticking out his tongue and screaming along with the final dramatic “HI!” of the Haka. Eddy Long checks out Va’aiga and Tom Flesher for foreign objects and signals for the bell with one arm as he keeps half an eye out for the psychotic Maori with the other. DINGDINGDING Standing in the centre of the ring, Tom Flesher offers Va’aiga a lockup. Flesher plants his feet solidly down on the canvas and convinced he can outwrestle the Maori, the size advantage of Va’aiga shows no signs of fear in the ever-confident features of The Superior One. Va’aiga accepts and Flesher immediately switches down to a waistlock and a back waistlock, looking to take Va’aiga down amateur style. Comet: Fast start from Tom Flesher. Va’aiga throws a pair of back elbows to loosen up the grip of the Superior One and steps back, turning to face Flesher. Anticipating this, The Superior One already has a Doc Marten enhanced kick to the knee ready, and Va’aiga is forced to stumble backwards. Flesher immediately shoots for a single leg takedown and ties up Va’aiga in a grounded headlock. Riley: Against a lot of power wrestlers the best advice is to keep it fast and avoid them. Against Va’aiga the best advice is to keep it SLOW. Va’aiga crushes guys who try to avoid him, so you have to face him head on and beat him with the catch as catch can stuff. Tom Flesher is probably the best person in the federation to do this. Stuck tight in the headlock, Va’aiga is forced to wait out this move; Flesher is in a position more controlling than damaging after all. The Superior One kicks his legs out on the mat and throws himself over Va’aiga into a front chancery, at the same time working his knees under his own body to gain some leverage. With the positional advantage firmly his Flesher draws his hold in tighter forming a front face lock as he slowly brings himself to his feet, taking the Maori Badass with him. Comet: This is the sort of traditional wrestling that many federations are afraid to show nowadays. Riley: Not many wrestlers can chain moves together like the Superior One Finally dragging Va’aiga up to the position he wants, Flesher works the face lock a little more looking for a vertical Suplex, or maybe one of the famed Cement series. Va’aiga struggles against the cobra like lock on his neck and face, but can’t quite seem to power free. Flesher looks to drop Va’aiga down into the Cement Bomb, but the Maori Badass steadies himself by grabbing hold of Flesher’s waist. The Superior One tries to power forward, but the Maori levers Flesher over and sends the Buffalo native flying over his head!! Comet: SOUTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX! Riley: That was a pretty amazing counter by the Maori. Laying back and bridging through his Southern Lights Suplex, Va’aiga attempts to grab an early victory, but as the Maori tries to float over and position himself into a more powerful pin cover, Va’aiga finds himself stuck fast as even on the bottom of a reversal, Tom Flesher has kept the tight lock around Va’aiga’s head. Va’aiga kicks out his legs, sending a shockwave back through the Maori’s enormous frame, but Flesher uses the spare wiggle room to lock in a body scissors! Flesher grits his teeth and holds on for dear life as Va’aiga struggles to break free. Comet: Tom Flesher is REALLY exerting some genuine control on this match early on. Riley: Well as much as I didn’t expect this, seeing as Tom is using my prescribed strategy to the letter, I’m all for him keeping it up. With his legs wrapped tight round the ribcage of the Maori Badass, Tom Flesher has Va’aiga trapped in a severely disadvantageous position. Struggling to break free Va’aiga starts BUTT-scooting slowly across the ring, shuffling with his legs, looking possibly for a rope break, possibly for a break in a more dramatic fashion. The motion forces Flesher slightly higher up on Va’aiga’s back and the Maori gains enough lower body leverage to roll over Flesher by slamming his leg down on the mat. Finding his arms in a position more useful to his situation Va’aiga moves to a crouch and then springs backwards off the mat in an almost frog like manner crashing his back to the mat, and with Flesher attached to him, Va’aiga delivers a fine Maori-Flesher-Canvas sandwich. Riley: Well that’s a unique way to counter that move! Va’aiga dives on Flesher, looking for a cover, maybe even some manner of hold as his own, but flesher goes STRAGHT for the Maori’s knee, spinning on the mat and grabbing a loose grounded leg bar. Va’aiga reaches down and grabs for a leg of Flesher’s, but given the height distance the Maori gets a heel hold instead. Flesher rolls the pile trying to break Va’aiga’s hold on him, but the Maori goes with the motion, and the pair roll together across the ring and Flesher cedes the hold by grabbing the bottom rope, both men splitting quickly. Flesher and Va’aiga walk back towards the centre of the ring and the crowd goes BA-FUCKING-LLISTIC with a round of cheers while Va’aiga cracks his neck and Tom Flesher considers his options. Comet: What a hot start to this match. It’s been all move and counter move and that seems to have done more to the Maori than the Bostonian, but if Flesher can keep Va’aiga scrabbling on the mat the standard of wrestling should stay at “Breathtaking”. Hands raised, Flesher offers the lockup again but this time Va’aiga ducks low and grabs for a front waistlock. Flesher draws in his amateur experience again and uses his best takedown defense to avoid avoiding either on the mat or grabbed tight enough for a German or Overhead Suplex. Flesher staggers backwards and Va’aiga capitalizes on this by shunting a shoulder forwards into Flesher’s stomach, sending the two time former world champion into the ropes. Va’aiga readies himself for a shoulder block and spotting this Flesher quickly grabs hold of the ropes with both arms. Comet: Good counter from the Superior One. Riley: For two guys who’ve never wrestled before Tom Flesher sure does have Va’aiga scouted. Comet: That’s why he’s the Superior One. Seeing Flesher wrapped in the ropes, Va’aiga takes a pair of brief steps backwards, crouching a little, warming up for the charge but as the Maori gets up a head of steam Flesher’s lightning fast reflexes kick in and he takes the Maori down with a snap drop toe hold. Keeping the toehold on, Flesher flips backwards and grabs for Va’aiga’s neck, bridging into a Deathlock. Va’aiga grunts out a short pained growl, but the hold being applied FAR too close to the ropes Va’aiga easily shuffles within a Moko covered arm’s length. Comet: Tom Flesher going through every different skull warping hold in the book tonight. Riley: The advantage with his strategy is he’s using holds that primarily wear down the opponent. The flip side is of course there’s not a lot of lasting damage being done. Comet: But it’s all a set up for the Superior Stretch Beta. Riley: The Pacific Stretch you mean? Comet: No, the moves are similar but different. Each deadly in the hands of their own practitioner. Offering Va’aiga a clean break, Flesher resets in the middle of the ring and Va’aiga gladly takes the lockup for the third time in the match. Va’aiga powers Flesher quickly downwards, Va’aiga’s quick use of his massive leverage advantage being enough to stop Flesher pulling a quick amateur move on him. Va’aiga unlocks one set of knuckles and wrenches his arm out, looking to send the Superior One flying towards the ropes, but Flesher flattens his body out to the mat and belly flops, hooking a leg round Va’aiga and hitting the Maori with a combination arm drag/heel trip. Flesher floats quickly onto Va’aiga and AGAIN takes a headlock. Comet: Va’aiga is beginning to get a schooling out there. Riley: The big guy needs to stick to strikes! It’s like Ortiz vs Couture out there - Va’aiga needs to take this away from the mat and to where he excels - knocking guys’ heads off with the lariat. Collapsing his body into itself, Va’aiga tucks in tight and with a spring manages to get to a hunched position. The Superior One switches holds to a side headlock, not with any tactical thought other than hanging on in mind but Va’aiga powers his way to a position where he can shove Tom Flesher away and the Bostonian goes tearing towards the ropes. Half down on the mat anyway Va’aiga flattens his body so on the first rebound the out of control Flesher flies over the prone Maori. Va’aiga kips up, snapping to his feet with a quickness belying his size and as Flesher rebounds again, Va’aiga jacks him up with a massive bicep and Flesher flies out parallel to the ground before thudding down into the canvas! Comet: FLAPJACK! Va’aiga booms Tom Flesher down! Va’aiga rears back and poses… Va’aiga: BOO-Y …and Tom Flesher cuts him off from ground level, taking the Maori Badass down with a schoolboy cradle! Eddy Long drops to count… ONE! TWO! TH.. and Va’aiga powers through the roll, ending on top with a side on pin on an inverted Superior One, legs flaining in the air, shoulders pinned to the mat! ONE! TWO! TH… and Tom Flesher wraps his legs round Va’aiga’s head, and the Maori concentrating more on the pin than on what the rest of Tom Flesher was doing allows The Superior One to headscissor Va’aiga over, pinning the Maori’s shoulders to the mat between Flesher’s legs! ONE! TWO! TH.. and Va’aiga pops himself free before DIVING on Flesher, his back partially facing the Maori. Va’aiga locks his legs around Tom Flesher’s body and reaches an arm round Flesher’s neck… Comet: TWO COUNT! TWO COUNT! TWO COUNT! PACIFIC STRETCH! …but Flesher PASSES VA’AIGA’S BACK GUARD LIKE A UFC STAR AND GRABS A BODYSCISSORS OF HIS OWN! The Superior One reaches for Va’aiga’s neck and looks to lock in… Comet: NO! SUPERIOR STRETCH BETA! Riley: This is fast and furious! Flesher inches his arm round, closer, ever closer to locking in. The crowd goes PSYCHOTIC with their screams and wails and calls for FLESH-ER! FLESH-ER! Va’aiga groans as the hold gets juuuuuust locked in, but the Maori rolls his shoulders and tumbles the pile over, breaking the leg scissors and allowing him to power himself free. The crowd lets out a collective disappointed sigh. Riley: Wow this is tense action here. Comet: It’s as tense as the Carolina vs Rams game, but the question is - Who’s got that last killer play? Riley: Who do you support Comet? Comet: I merely want the team who plays the cleaner and more upstanding game to win. Va’aiga rolls away from Flesher and stands and the Superior One stands too, carefully watching the Maori Badass to see if his opponent has anything instant planned. With the answer coming, “Yes. Standing and breathing heavily,” the canny Flesher takes a crab like sidestep before charging in palm extended, blazing a shotei into Va’aiga’s immense chest. Va’aiga. Just. Stands. There. Riley: You REALLY don’t want to be throwing palm thrusts at the chest of Va’aiga. It’s sho tay be a bad idea. Reeling back from the shockwave of hitting a concrete wall, Tom Flesher takes a second to regain his composure before firing off a MASSIVE palm thrust flurry. The heel of Tom Flesher’s palm blasts into the Maori Badass’ chest, abdomen, chest, chest, face, chest, abdomen… Va’aiga is even forced backwards a pace or two before stemming the tide of shotei with a HUGE stunning head BUTT. Flesher’s momentum is stopped DEAD in its tracks and the Superior One just sort of stands there, momentarily dazed as Va’aiga fires a rapid rising knee into Flesher’s chest and spikes him down to the mat with a DDT. Va’aiga sits up and stares out into the crowd as Flesher lies on the mat drawing some much needed breath. Comet: Huge DDT from the Maori Badass there. Riley: That’s a momentum switcher if ever I saw one. Va’aiga takes a while standing, lining himself up with the Superior One. As Flesher stands he finds himself stunned by a right hand, the Maori sending his opponent reeling backwards. Lightning fast Va’aiga steps in again and grabs Flesher round the waist, gutwrenching the Superior One over and floating over to a cover. Eddy Long drops to count again… ONE! TWO! TH.. and Tom Flesher kicks out. Comet: Why does Va’aiga fire off those technically illegal punches. I just don’t agree with the tactics. Riley: Illegal but seldom called by modern referees, Comet. If Va’aiga can keep Tom Flesher off balance before Flesher can get the leverage to outwrestle him again, it’s all gravy from the Maori. Moving a little more sharply this time, the Maori Badass hops up to his feet, all the time stalking the slightly dazed Superior One. Flesher stands, still woozy and gets pegged with another right hand, Va’aiga allowing Flesher no time to regain his bearings. Diving in Va’aiga locks his arms tightly round the waist of Flesher, then floating round to a back waistlock, grasping tight and falling backwards throwing his two time former world champion opponent over his head with a truly awesome German Suplex! Riley: GERMAN SUPLEX! Keeping his arms locked tightly around the waist of Tom Flesher, the Maori Badass Va’aiga stands slowly, one leg at a time, dragging Flesher forcibly up with him. Va’aiga pops his hips, steadying his standing position before falling backwards again and again Germanning Tom Flesher over! Flesher thuds off the mat and Va’aiga keeps his arms locked again. Riley: MAKE THAT TWO! First up to one knee, then a knee and one leg standing, then standing but hunched over and finally back up to his vertical base, Va’aiga hoists Flesher up with him again. Grunting with the exertion, Va’aiga slides his arms into position from Tom Flesher’s waist up to underneath the Superior One’s armpits and leans backwards again. Riley: DRAGO… Comet: NO! …and Tom Flesher as he’s being Dragon Suplexed SOMEHOW manages to wrap his legs around Va’aiga’s waist, changing the momentum of the move and managing to hold on tight and roll Va’aiga forwards with a Body Scissor roll up! Eddy Long drops to count again! ONE! TWO! T.. and Va’aiga kicks out. Comet: Wow that was close again. Another two count for the Superior One. Riley: This has to be frustrating for the Maori Badass. He’s going to snap at any second, I can feel it. Visibly annoyed, Va’aiga stands and rushes at the Superior One, still half standing himself. Va’aiga powers his upper thigh area into the side of Flesher, bundling him over. Va’aiga fires a pair of frustrated stomps into the now prone form of Flesher before bundling off the ropes and flying headlong through the air, extending his body out parallel to the mat and dropping his head into the chest of Flesher. Flesher writhes in pain on the mat as Va’aiga stands and wipes his forehead clean of sweat. Riley: You say Tom Flesher fights the intelligent game? Well Va’aiga sure knows how to use his head too. Reaching down and grabbing Flesher by the back of his singlet, Va’aiga slams Flesher into a standing head scissors, looking out into the crowd and offering himself a little grin. Va’aiga hoists Flesher up onto his shoulders before SLAMMING the Bostonian down to the canvas WITH AUTHORITY! Riley: An almost Grappler-like powerbomb there! Va’aiga holds on with a matchbook pin, pressing Flesher down by the legs as Eddy Long counts again… ONE! TWO! TH… Comet: Almost, but not quite. If that HAD been a powerbomb from the Two Crown champion, I don’t think Tom Flesher would have got up, as Superior as he is. Va’aiga springs to his feet and offers the crowd a quick… Va’aiga: BOO-YAH! …before looking down at the Superior One, smiling again and beginning to adjust the wrist tape on his arm. The crowd boos, knowing what that generally signifies, and Va’aiga drops back a couple of steps, stalking Flesher again, waiting for the Superior One to stand. Va’aiga rears back and charges as Flesher stands and extends out his arm for the NASTY, DEADLY, YOU MAY BE THE SUPERIOR WRESTLER BUT THIS IS THE SUPERIOR STRIKE EVIL PSYCHOTIC… Riley: The lariat! ..AND MISSING AS FLESHER DUCKS LARIAAAAATOOOOOOOOH! Va’aiga hurtles headlong into the ropes again, but as Va’aiga rebounds, Flesher grabs hold of Va’aiga’s head and lcoks in a front facelock and drives Va’aiga down to the mat with the Cement Bomb! Va’aiga sits there, only to take a Doc Martin laced seated dropkick! Flesher rolls over and covers… ONE! TW.. and doesn’t even get a two count! Flesher dives on Va’aiga hoping that he’d expended enough energy powering out of the last pin attempt to go for another one quickly… ONE! TWO! T.. and a longer count thsis time from Eddy Long, but still no dice. Va’aiga reaches out for Flesher, but grabs nothing but air and the Superior One has time to slide an arm in underneath Va’aiga’s, forming a quick half nelson and rolling through to an Oklahoma Roll! ONE! TWO! TH… and Va’aiga kicks out. Comet: Tom Flesher close to finally putting the Maori down for the three count. Riley: It’s a hard task to do, and it takes a man with the skill of Flesher to do it. Cos hell you can’t out power or out muscle the Maori Badass. Holding his head in his hands, Flesher kneels over the recovering Va’aiga, working out what the hell he can do next. Va’aiga stirs and sits up, forcing Flesher to back away. Standing slowly, Va’aiga approaches Flesher carefully, now wary of the Superior technical skills, and Flesher responds with a…. BITCH SLAP! The crowd exhales, letting slip a collective “ooh!” Not a respectful “ooh!” but a he dared to do THAT “ooh!” Riley: OK that was a REALLY bad idea! Why would you want to piss off the Maori Badass? Va’aiga takes a step back and flashes a grimace of pure evil before charging FULL STEAM AHEAD at the Superior One, who fully expecting this ducks and Va’aiga massacres Eddy Long with a WILDLY THROWN, WILDLY POWERFUL AND WILDLY ANGRY C’MON FEEL THE NOISE OF THE WILD, WILD, WILD LAAAAAARIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAATOOOOOOOOO Comet: Well I think Flesher knew that Va’aiga was going to try something like that, so he drew the lariat knowing it would miss. I’m not sure he aimed to have Eddy Long flattened though. Grabbing hold of the ropes surrounding the turnbuckle, Va’aiga steadies himself and turns to face the, as far as he’s concerned, HIGHLY irritating Tom Flesher. Flesher however is waiting for the massive Maori and charges full steam himself, blasting Va’aiga firmly in the chest with the DOC MARTIN ASSISTED YAKUUUUUZA KIIIIIIICK! Comet: Va’aiga on the ropes there, literally! Could this be the chance Tom Flesher needs to topple the big man. Riley: It could well be. Tom Flesher turns to the crowd and TAKES DOWN THE STRAPS on his blue wrestling singlet! The crowd screams and another “FLESH-ER!” chant starts up. With Va’aiga draped back against the turnbuckles Tom Flesher wakes a slow metered walk over to the winded Maori and hops up onto the second turnbuckle, now standing behind the Maori. Flesher waves his arms in the air above him, and the crowd responds to his request for more noise by screaming and shouting their approval. Riley: This could be it. Ego Trip coming up! Comet: There’s a ton of people who’ve gone down to this move. People like the Boston Strangler. People as big and as scary as the Maori. Holding his knee solidly into the nape of the Maori Badass’ neck Tom Flesher stares out across the ring. Breathing in deeply, looking to exhale at the same time the move’s impact is delivered, like a key-ai in karate. Considering himself as ffocused as he’s ever going to get, Flesher springs off the turnbuckle, driving Va’aiga face first into the mat and his knee into the back of Va’aiga’s neck! Comet: THE EGO TRIP! THE EGO TRIP! THAT HAS TO BE IT! The Superior One drops and covers, counting along with the crowd! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR? FIVE? Flesher breaks the cover, and looks over at the sparked out form of Eddy Long, lying spread eagled on the mat, still suffering from the effects of the lariat. The Superior One curses again and tries to wake Eddy Long, but no dice. Flesher looks at Long. Then at Va’aiga. Then at Long. Then at the crowd. Flesher stands slowly and points at the corner! ONE MORE TIME! ONE MORE TIME! ONE MORE TIME! Flesher drags the Maori over towards the corner and hoists him up against the turnbuckles. A pair of shotei to the chest keeps the Maori Badass in place as Tom Flesher clambers slowly up the turnbuckles again and for the second time in the match, he places his knee against Va’aiga’s massive neck. Below him, the ring apron waves and rustles as a tall figure clad in black slides out. Tom Flesher raises the crowd again, and a look of moderate concern crosses his face as the boos mix with the cheers. Meanwhile crossing the back of his head is a massive swing of a leather briefcase! Flesher flies off the top turnbuckle as.. JOHN DURAN rolls into the ring, carrying James Matheson’s briefcase! Riley: It’s John Duran! John Duran has arrived here tonight… a little earlier than I’d expected him! Comet: INFAMY! John Duran just bailed out his stable mate Va’aiga, and with Eddy Long out there nothing ANYONE can do about it. This is the sort of low behavior I’m sure we can expect more of from the Unnamed. Holding the briefcase ready to swing, Duran absorbs the stadium wide “JOHN DU RAN SUCKS!” chant and smiles, maybe even enjoying the vilification a little. Duran takes a long slow look down at the Superior One and waits, checking briefly on Eddy Long to make sure he’s not going to get Va’aiga disqualified. Flesher raises slowly from the mat, dazed and confused, just in time to get the briefcase wrapped round the side of his head again! Tom Flesher’s neck snaps back with the force of the blow, as Duran turns to the crowd and opens the briefcase… revealing a pile of bricks loading up the inside of it! Riley: There’s no safer investment than bricks and mortar! JOHN DU-RAN SUCKS! JOHN DU-RAN SUCKS! JOHN DU-RAN SUCKS! As Va’aiga walks out of the corner, having now had plenty of time to recover fully and set up one last move for his former World champ opponent. The Maori Badass walks over to the downed Flesher and picks him up from behind, the Maori positioning his head under Flesher’s arm, set for a back Suplex. Meanwhile Duran is busy signaling for Flesher to be jacked up, at the same time egging on the crowd with their chorus of boos. Comet: This is just too much. With the referee out, what in the hell can Tom Flesher do against this two on one assault from the Unnamed? Riley: Well he can… LOSE! Ha! LOOOOOSER! Tom Flesher is a loooooooser! Positioning himself carefully, John Duran turns - now facing half away from Va’aiga and the stuck fast and stunned Tom Flesher. Duran prepares himself as Va’aiga falls back, dropping Flesher with a back Suplex, and as Flesher falls… DURAN GRABS HIS NECK AND DELIVERS A VICIOUS BLUNT FORCE TRAUMA STYLE NECKBREAKER! Tom Flesher CRASHES to the mat and Duran rolls away, slapping Eddy Long on the cheeks a couple of times as he rolls out of the ring. Long slowly regains his consciousness as Va’aiga lazily covers the sparked out Flesher with a back press. Comet: NO! ONE! Comet: Not like this! TWO! Comet: This is wrong! THREE!!!!!! DINGDINGDING!!! John Duran slides back into the ring as “Bullet The Blue Sky” fires up around the arena. Eddy Long raises Va’aiga’s arm briefly, before Duran shoves him away, allowing him to raise his stablemate’s arm personally. Duran kicks out at Flesher as the Superior One leaves the ring, still looking like the back end of a 60s party in San Francisco (though fortunately not like a 90s… no let’s skip that thought) The crowd boos vehemently as Duran willingly sucks up the abuse and Va’aiga gives the cold, blank stare of someone who maybe VAGUELY doesn’t know what’s going on yet. Riley: Let’s go back over the key moments of that match again. The picture in picture shows Va’aiga and Duran walking slowly towards the backstage area, discussing tactics for Duran and Grappler’s upcoming tag team match, Duran still clutching Matheson’s briefcase, while showing Tom Flesher getting the visual three count (and more) on the Maori Badass, following that Ego Trip. Comet: If Eddy Long hadn’t have been taken out by that erratic lariat, Tom Flesher had the match won, done and dusted at that stage. Riley: Yeah but look at this… This main picture shows first Tom Flesher being walloped with the loaded briefcase, then receiving a nasty case of Double Neck Trauma™, that vicious Backdrop Suplex/Reverse Neckbreaker combination, from three angles including a slow motion view! Finally the lazy back press pin cover is shown, along with Eddy Long dishing out the three count. Riley: That is one VICIOUS maneuver. Va’aiga, John Duran and Charlie Matthews have shown their willing to take those sort of shortcuts – any wrestler who faces any of the three guys could end up facing any combination, and could end up with THAT happening to them! Comet: It’s a frightening thought and one that Danny Williams should beware of. Let’s go to a commercial as we get to see John Duran for the first time officially on this show, as the Unnamed and the Unholy clash for the first time in tag team action. Stay tuned folks! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Suicide King Report post Posted January 13, 2004 Smarkdown returns to the air, the crowd still on their feet following the awesome battle between Tom Flesher and Va’aiga! The Indianapolis crowd is prepared for the big Tag match coming up next, but instead of The Unholy Trinity or The Unnamed making their way to the ring, the sounds of Slayer’s “South of Heaven” starts to echo around the Conseco Fieldhouse for the second time tonight, signalling that once again Stryke is making his way towards the ring! Stryke purposely walks out of the entrance amongst the jeers of the crowd, foregoing the fancy pyrotechnics as he heads directly to the ring. Comet: “Well, it seems Citizen Stryke isn’t satisfied just wrestling a tag match tonight, it looks like he’s got something to get off his chest as well.” Riley: “He probably just wants to double his appearance fee for the night, he must have blown all his money on hookers and throwback jerseys again.” Comet: “Something I’m sure you’re used to yourself.” Stryke moves around the ring and heads towards Funyon, snatching the microphone out of his hands before sliding into the ring, wasting little time as he rises and brings the mic to his mouth. Stryke: “October 28th, 2001. That’s the day I made my debut for this company. I’ve been looking back over what I’ve done in the SWF in the past, and I’ve come to realise the truth, something you fans who boo me already know, that I’m nothing more than a great, big, failure. I’ve been practically given everything on a silver platter, yet in two years, two months and change I’ve achieved somewhere between jack and shit.” Riley: “Now that’s not true, what about his Tag Title reign?” Comet: “Carried by Chris Wilson.” Riley: “Ok, how about his ICTV win over our current champ Danny Williams?” Comet: “Fluke win on a lucky reversal, and he lost the belt a week later.” Riley: “JL World Title?” Comet: “Needed a valet to give him one of the cheapest victories ever.” Riley: “His record number of no-shows and multiple absences from the fed?” Comet: “Those aren’t good things, Robert.” Riley: “Well, they’re still kind of impressive, in a way.” Comet: “A bad way.” Stryke: “It’s hard to believe I’ve been around this joint more than two years, it’s seems like only a couple of weeks ago I was just starting out in the JL, and now I’m considered one of the veteran’s on the roster. Hell, look at some of the people who have come after me. Tom Flesher, TNT, Danny Williams, all joined half a year after me, and all World Champions past and present. Ejiro Fasaki debuted nearly a year after me, and he’s been a World Champion. I’ve had over a year and a half start on Charlie Matthews, and he’s the US and ICTV Champ, and regarded by nearly everyone as a future World Champion. And little ol’ me? Why I’m nothing more than a footnote in a couple of title histories at best, and a massive disappointment who’s flushed all the talent and potential in the world down the toilet at worst.” Riley: “I think he’s being too hard on himself, those guys are the best of the best. And besides, that’s only like five people in over two years after he started, that ain’t bad.” Comet: “Well, you could add Frost to the list, he came after Stryke and he’s considered one of the best ever.” Riley: “Yeah, but…” Comet: “Don’t forget Tod deKindes. Or Annie Eclectic. Erek Taylor was bumped at the same time and has done more.” Riley: “Well…” Comet: “William Hearford main evented Genesis. Riley: “Wait…” Comet: “And Mak Francis. And Va’aiga. And Janus. And Dace Night. And…” Riley: “STOP! We get it!” Stryke: “Don’t think I’m out here for another ‘Oh woe is me, poor Stryke is so under-appreciated and is gonna prove you all wrong’ bitchfests, I know perfectly well all the blame for the joke that is my ‘career’ lands right at my feet. I’m not going to whine and moan about being held down like Michael Craven, like Ejiro Fasaki, like Va’aiga, for once in my life I’m going to do something about it. I’ve taken up enough time, so I’ll be brief. Frankly I’m tired of going around in circles in the midcard, at this point the only thing I’m interested in is the SWF World Heavyweight Title. How do I plan to get a shot? Simple, you all know the first Pay Per View of the year is SWF Clusterfuck, which of course means the fourth instalment of the annual Clusterfuck Battle Royale. What I plan to do is follow in the footsteps of Pimp Daddy Sarp, Mark Stevens and TNT, and that’s eliminate however many men it takes until I’m the last man standing and claim the World Title Shot for myself.” Comet: “While it’s good to see Stryke aiming high, there’s a big difference between saying you’ll win Clusterfuck and actually doing it. The Clusterfuck Battle Roayle would have to be the hardest match there is to win, everybody and their mother has their sights set on winning that one.” Stryke: “Now I know what your thinking, ‘Oh so what, any idiot can say they’re going to win, hell, Mike Van Siclen’s already crawled out of whatever hole he’s been hiding in these last few months and said he’s going to win’. And you know what, your absolutely right. Over the next few weeks every active wrestler, returning superstar and various hangers on of the SWF will come out and say they’re going to come out on top at Clusterfuck, but you know what, I’m going to up the ante on all of them right now and show just how serious I am.” Stryke pauses for a second, allowing the crowd to quieten down, before continuing. Stryke: “To prove to you all how serious my intentions are, to prove that it’s either the World Title or nothing, come the 1st of February I’m going to place my career on the line. Either I win the Clusterfuck Battle Royale or I leave the SWF for good. No loopholes, no new identities, no coming back under a mask in the JL, no being a manager, no hanging out backstage, no scalping tickets outside the arena, Stryke and the SWF cut ties PERMANENTLY. So you’d better get your fill of me these next 20 days, because if I can’t back up my promise these next few shows will be the Stryke Farewell Tour. I assure you I won’t be leaving any time soon though, 2004 is going to be MY year.” With that Stryke drops the mic and head to the ropes, climbing out to the floor and heading right back up the entrance ramp, leaving a crowd surprised at the developments they’ve just witnessed. Riley: “Well, we’ve just seen a man commit career suicide, I think it’s safe to say Stryke’s gone nuts. Putting his career on the line in perhaps the most unpredictable and difficult match in the SWF, he can’t be serious, can he?!” Comet: “He sounded serious to me, I’m sure there’ll be more developments on this in the upcoming weeks, but right now we’re going back to the matches. Next up the big tag match between the Unholy Trinity and the Unnamed, and after that the big one, Danny Williams and Ejiro Fasaki with the World Title on the line one last time, and it’s all coming up after this break!” Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Suicide King Report post Posted January 13, 2004 *BOOM!* The fans roar as SWF Smarkdown explodes back onto the air! After an exciting night of tag team action, the fans in the SOLD OUT~ Conseco Fieldhouse in Indianapolis, Indiana, are pumped for one more tag team clash, not to mention the World Title rematch between Danny Williams and Ejiro Fasaki! “Welcome back to SWF SMAAAAAAAAARKDOWN!” greets the superhero, “Bobbo, we’ve seen some great stuff already tonight, but we’re about to see one of the biggest – literally – tag team matches in recent memory!” “And so the war begins,” replies Riley, excitedly, “the Unholy Trinity got a big boost last week with Danny Williams winning the title. Meanwhile, the man who has defeated Danny on numerous occasions, Va’aiga, has kick started a great new group with John Duran and Charlie Matthews, two former enemies, united for the sake of breaking down the wall and making names for themselves.” “That is ridiculous in itself, Bobbo, because Charlie Matthews now holds both the ICTV and United States Championship belts. I’d say that’s making a name for yourself.” “LET FREEDOM RING WITH A SHOTGUN BLAST!” “Davidian” by Machinehead blasts out of the speakers in the Fieldhouse, and the fans ROAR as out of the smoke march two-thirds of the Unholy Trinity, Janus and Dace! “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN,” bellows Funyon from the ring, “the following tag team match is scheduled for ONE fall! Making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of 612 pounds, this is TERRENCE ‘JAAAAAAANUS’ BAAAAAAAIIIILEY and DAAAAAAAAAACE-“ “FUCKING!” “-NIGHT, the UNHOOOOOOOOOOLY TRIIIIIIIIINITYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!” The crowd roars again as the two men coolly walk to the ring, and climb onto the apron before entering the ring. They go to a corner and begin talking strategy as the lights go out again, and this time the arena lights go blue. “And their opponents-“ starts Funyon. BULLET THE BLUE SKY! Sepultra’s “Bullet the Blue Sky” kicks into full gear as the crowd’s cheering turns into merciless booing. Two more enormous figures enter the arena, followed closely by a shrimp of a man. As they walk down the path to the ring, random fans throw random pieces of trash and them. “-at a total combined weight of 569 pounds, accompanied by ‘Mister 2004’ James Matheson, this is ‘THE NOTOOOOOORIOUS ONE’ JOHN DURAN and the S – W – F ICTV and UNITED STATES CHAMPION CHAAAAAAAAARLIE ‘GRAPPLER’ MAAAAAAATTHEWSSS, THE UUUUUUUNNAAAAAAAMED!” “That’s a mouthful,” quips Riley. Duran and Matthews—the latter carrying both his belts--both climb onto the ring apron and into the ring, heading into the opposite corner of Dace and Janus. Matheson, meanwhile, takes his usual spot at ringside. Grappler removes both of his belts and hands them to Matheson for safekeeping, as Nick Soapdish stands in the middle of the ring between the two teams, and then calls for the bell! *DING DING DING* After mutual agreements on both sides, John Duran and Janus start for their teams, and meet in the center of the ring. It doesn’t take long for the two men to mouth off to each other, and as Bailey reels back for a punch, Duran strikes first, lifting his knee into Terrence’s abdomen! The bigger man shakes this off, but Duran continues his assault, lifting another knee into his midsection, and following this up by sending two hard punches right to his head. The force of these blows push Janus back into the ropes, and the Notorious One grabs him by the arm and whips him across the ring to the opposite ropes. However, Bailey is able to use his superior strength to spin around and reverse the momentum, sending John to the other side. As he comes back, Terrence bends down, and, using Duran’s momentum, stands up at just the right moment, flipping the Notorious One up over his head and crashing down to the mat as the fans let out an excited cheer! “And give the early advantage to the Trinity!” begins Comet, “Citizen Bailey was able to shake off the devastating, notorious blows of Duran and drop him from eight feet in the air!” “Comet, the early advantage means nothing,” replies Riley, “it’s what you do throughout the entire match that matters. I don’t think one back body drop is going to spell the end for the, uh…” “Unnamed?” “God, that’s awful.” John Duran gets up himself, but Terrence is waiting for him. Bailey uses his own head as a weapon, headbutting the Notorious One hard, causing him to stagger back. Janus stays in on him, though, grabbing John in a front facelock before holding onto his tights and hoisting him up into the air vertically and falling back, slamming him to the mat with a suplex. “TRIN – AH – TEE!” “TRIN – AH – TEE!” Janus lifts Duran up and grabs another front facelock, before walking over to Dace and slapping hands with him, tagging the High Priest of Horrorcore into the ring. ”Janus and Dace,” Comet begins, “working together as two Trinity members should.” The crowd roars as Dace enters, kicking Duran hard in the midsection as Janus releases the front facelock and goes back to the apron. Night sends two hard elbows to John’s face, and then shoves him into the corner. After two more elbows, Dace grabs Duran by the arm and whips him across the ring, to the opposite turnbuckle. As soon as he hits, Night charges across the ring, looking for an avalanche…but the Notorious One gets his boot up, smashing Dace in the face! The High Priest staggers backwards and Duran charges out of the corner with his shoulder lowered, crashing right into Night with a vicious spear tackle! As soon as they hit the mat, Duran lays in hard right hands before getting up off the mat. He brings Dace up and wraps his arm around his neck in a choke, before walking to his corner and tagging in Matthews. Grappler proceeds to ascend the turnbuckle, all the way to the very top rope! With one look the big man leaps, looking to drive a double axe handle smash into Dace’s head. *WHACK!* Instead, Dace is able to send a hard kick into Matthews’ midsection as he comes down, bringing him right to his knees! Before Duran can react, Night grabs him by the arm and flips him over his shoulder in a judo-like throw! “Well, Duran and Matthews aren’t working too well together for a first time team, Bobbo.” “Does that really come as a surprise?” snipes Riley, “These two men tried to kill each other back in the SJL, I think they would be a little apprehensive.” Duran retreats, rolling to the outside as Dace brings the fallen Matthews to his feet. He quickly locks in a tight front facelock on the double champion, but before he can attempt the suplex, Grappler, taking a page out of Duran’s Notorious Tactics, lifts his knee into Dace’s abdomen once…twice…and the third time breaks the hold. As Night staggers back, Matthews grabs him by the arm and pulls forward, using his free one to swing around for a short arm clothesline…but Dace ducks! Once behind Charlie, Night sends a low kick right into the back of his knee, which immediately causes the bigger man to fall to a knee. Night then ducks under Matthews’ arm and, showcasing his amazing strength, hoists Charlie up into the air, head pointed at the mat, before falling back, dropping him right on the back of his neck! “A big backdrop driver by Dace Night,” Comet cries. “Hitting a move of such impact so early in the match can’t be good for the Unnamed, namely Charlie Matthews!” “Of course,” replies Riley, “it could just be attributed to Dace getting ahead of himself.” Night quickly floats into a cover, hooking a leg of the double champion as Nick Soapdish counts the first pin of the match. “ONE!” “TWO!” However, John Duran charges into the ring and stomps on Night’s head to break the pinfall. Soapdish admonishes the Notorious One, as Dace walks over to his corner, tagging in Janus, to the delight of the crowd. Bailey steps through and walks over, lifting Matthews up to his feet with relative ease, and sends three straight punches to the face of the Grappler. Charlie staggers for a moment, long enough for the Anti-Heel Machine to hoist him up onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. From there, Janus begins spinning around, sending Grappler on a merry-go-round from hell as he goes rotation after rotation. After five spins, Bailey spins Matthews’ legs around and drops down holding his neck, spiking him with a diamond cutter to complete the Thoughts in Chaos! Instead of covering, Janus walks towards his corner and tags in Dace, who enters the ring and drops to one knee. Terrence picks the body of Matthews up and wraps his arms around his midsection. He then lifts him up into the air in spinebuster position…before slamming him down across Night’s outstretched knee! The crowd roars as Charlie crumples, and Dace covers him, prompting Soapdish to count. “ONE!” “TWO!” “THR-HEY!” Once again, Duran enters the ring, stomping on Dace and breaking up the count, the crowd booing as Duran once again breaks the rules. This time Janus comes back into the ring to stop the Notorious One, but Soapdish will have none of it as he escorts Janus back to his corner. With the referee’s back turned to the action, Duran takes the body of Grappler and drags it towards his corner, before going back to the apron and grabbing the tag rope. As soon as Soapdish turns around, he sees Charlie look up, reach up, and tag up with Duran, letting the Notorious One into the ring as Soapdish acknowledges the tag. Like gangbusters, John charges at the High Priest, who is just returning to his feet, and plows over him with a running forearm shot! As Dace hits the mat, Duran immediately brings him back up and under-hooks both of his arms, before hoisting Night into the air at an angle and falling back, spiking his head on the mat with a double underhook DDT! “Citizen Duran is certainly taking a different approach this time around,” notes Comet, “as he quickly becomes the aggressor. He’s all OVER Citizen Night!” “It’s real simple, Comet. You piss off John Duran, you pay back big.” Duran flips Dace over and appears to be covering him, but once Soapdish gets a closer look, he actually has his shin across Dace’s throat, choking the life out of him! Soapdish admonishes Duran, and gives him a five count to break it up. “ONE!” “TWO!” “THREE!” ”FOUR!” “FIV-“ Duran releases the choke, getting to his feet to avoid disqualification. As soon as the Notorious One gets to his feet, he puts the boots to the fallen Night. Duran then lifts Dace up and grabs his arm, whipping him towards the opposite ropes. As he comes back, John charges forward looking for a shoulderblock…but Night drops down and rolls forward, out of harm’s way! He uses this momentum to carry him to the other ropes, and as he hits those he comes back towards Duran. Dace swings his elbow around for a big strike, but Duran anticipates this and catches his arm! Thinking quickly, John goes back to his Notorious Tactics™ and uses his fingers to rake across Dace’s eyes, blinding him! The crowd boos the illegal move and Soapdish attempts to jump in and give Duran a talking to, but he has to dodge out of the way as Duran holds onto the arm, pulling Dace in for a big short-arm clothesline! John covers Night, and Soapdish makes sure that it isn’t a choke this time before counting the pin. “ONE!” “TWO!” KICKOUT! Dace shoots his shoulder off the canvas as Duran simply glares at Soapdish. Staying on the neck area, John moves behind Dace and sits him up, before lacing his own arms under Dace’s and locking his fingers, executing a tight full nelson! “And the game plan of the Unnamed has been established,” adds Comet, “that being to focus on the smaller – but by no means small – man, Dace. By the books strategy, you can’t argue with that.” “Backstage before the show, I saw Grappler coaching Duran on some of these wear down holds. He said Duran was solid with them, but not great. They were really getting into it.” The Indiana crowd groans, but Matthews applauds the submission work of his partner while Matheson dances at ringside. Night struggles in the full nelson, as Soapdish gets on his knees and asks Dace if he wants to continue. The High Priest, of course, grunts with an emphatic “yes”. Terrence Bailey, from his corner, begins to rile up the crowd, pounding on the turnbuckle, which in turn gets the crowd clapping and stomping their feet to try and fuel Night with adrenaline. The crowd ignites something inside the master of Horrorcore, and he rises to a knee, Duran having to adjust his position to accommodate the movement of Dace and keep the full nelson locked in. Both Dace and Duran reach their feet with the submission held tightly, when- *SNAP!* -Duran arches backward, taking Dace up and over with a Dragon Suplex, dropping him onto his head! John then rises to his feet and walks over to Matthews, nonchalantly tagging him back into the ring. By this time, the super-resilient Night is already on all fours, recovering from the suplex. Grappler stops for a second and stares at him with malice, before charging forward and leaping onto his back, putting a leg on either side of the Horrorcore master! Matthews quickly wraps his arm around Dace’s neck and then stands up, bringing Dace with him as they both fall backward, and Grappler cinches in the rear naked choke! “Beautiful strategy!” commends Riley, “I mean, why bother entertaining the fans when you can just choke your opponent out and beat them easily?” “Well, Bobbo,” replies Comet, “there is always the fact that Citizen Bailey is on the apron, and would most likely not let Dace get beat.” As Night gasps for air, Charlie applies even more pressure by wrapping his legs around his midsection with a body scissors. “DACE F’N NIGHT!” “DACE F’N NIGHT!” The Indianapolis crowd wildly chants for the Trinity member, as he struggles to fight out the chokehold, flailing his arms slowly as Night appears to be visibly fading. Finally, almost in desperation, Dace is able to turn onto his side, giving him a bit of an out. Night reaches for the nearest rope, but it is still a good three feet away. However, despite the pressure and force exerted by Matthews, Night is able to slide, pulling himself on his side, closer and closer to the ropes. Grappler tries to pull Dace closer to the center of the ring, but with his legs applying the body scissors, he cannot. Soapdish keeps an eye on Dace, making sure that he can still continue. Dace gets closer and closer to the ropes, taking one last lunge…as his hand wraps around the bottom rope! The crowd ROARS as Soapdish immediately tells Grappler to release the hold, and he does. “This brings me to another point,” Comet begins again, making sure to take a short breath, “and that is that the crowd support here tonight for the Trinity is amazing! And it’s all because they’re at least entertaining! Grappler has something to learn from that.” “Well, they’re also loved because they don’t anger the crowd like Grappler and especially Duran do.” “That too, Bobbo.” Dace isn’t able to stand under his own power. Grappler picks Dace up off the mat and leaving him bent over. Dace attempts to reach a vertical base, but Matthews will have none of that as he begins to work on the back, bringing down his meaty right arm across the back of the High Priest of Horrorcore, attempting to keep him hurt and on the mat. “And Charlie is off to work on the back,” Riley comments, “no doubt weakening him up for that devastating powerbomb.” “You know, Bobbo, Charlie never did give a name to that powerbomb.” “Kind of like he never gave a name to the group he’s in with Va’aiga and Duran?” “You read my mind sometimes, Bobbo.” Dace is too resilient to stay on the mat, however, and begins to fight his way to his feet, throwing elbows at the abdomen of the Grappler and connecting, staggering Charlie back a few steps and giving Dace some breathing room. Dace continues to fight his way back, but finally Matthews has enough and blocks a right hand, countering it by bending down and hoisting Dace up onto his shoulder again, this time with his stomach resting along the shoulder of Matthews, and then dropping down to one knee! “OHHHH!” Dace straddles the knee of Charlie Matthews rather roughly, the inverted atomic drop hitting its mark on Dace F’n Night as he falls to the mat beside the Grappler. “Those of you at home who are wondering why Grappler went for the atomic drop,” Comet explains, “should know that when you land hard on your feet like that, the sensation of the sudden hit to the floor travels all the way up into that spine.” “Well, that and Grappler probably wanted to hit him in the nether regions, Comet.” “Maybe true.” With Dace prone on the mat, Matthews goes for the cover, draping his body over Night’s as Soapdish falls to the mat to count the pinfall. “ONE!” “TWO!” “THR-NOOO!” Janus doesn’t run in to break the pin, but Dace gets a shoulder up, much to the delight of the crowd. Grappler has no complaints for the referee, he simply rises to his feet and brings the master of Horrorcore with him, dragging him over to the Unnamed Corner and tagging in Duran, keeping a hold of Dace’s spiked black hair as Soapdish pleads with Matthews to not hold the hair. Duran enters and Grappler promptly leaves. The Notorious One picks up where Matthews left off, clubbing away at the back of Dace and bringing him back towards the center of the ring. “Things are not looking good for Citizen Night,” Comet says with a pang of worry in his voice. “If Dace is so resilient, now would be a good time to prove it,” Riley retorts. Now in the center of the ring, John grabs Dace’s arm and chucks him towards one of the ropes. Dace rebounds off the ropes and comes right back to Duran, who catches him in his arms and quickly does a spin with the High Priest of Horrorcore in his grasp, slamming Dace down back-first onto the mat with a picture-perfect powerslam. Duran remains on Night, pinning him as Soapdish once again works his way down to the mat to count the pinfall. “ONE!” “TWO!” “TH—NO! TWO!” Dace once again gets a shoulder up, not ready to give in just yet. Duran is not as patient with the ref as Grappler was, having some words with Soapdish as he brings Dace to his feet. Duran hugs Dace close to him, possibly looking for a belly-to-belly suplex— “Oh, this might be bad for Citizen Night, the last thing he needs is a two hundred and sixty pound plus man landing on him with a belly-to-belly!” --but as Duran tries to lift Dace up with the suplex, Dace gets a leg up and blocks Duran from performing such a move! Duran tries to put the leg back down, and succeeds, but Dace then buries an elbow in the face of the Notorious One, breaking the hold that Duran has on Dace! Now with some room to work with, Dace fires out knife-edge chops, slamming them against the chest of Duran. John reels back towards the ropes as Night continues to hit him with the razor-like chops! “Dace is on fire, Comet,” Riley remarks, “look at that Brummie go!” Finally, Duran is up against the ropes and isn’t looking too hot after receiving five chops or so from the High Priest of Horrorcore. Dace removes Duran from the ropes, whipping him hard to the other side. As Duran rebounds off the ropes, Dace gets a running start, lifting up his leg and— SMACK --hitting Duran right in the face with a hard Yakuza kick! Duran goes down, and Dace goes down as well to help heal the back and take a breath or two. “What a series of moves from Citizen Night,” Comet applauds, “but now he has to get to his corner and tag out to Bailey!” “If Duran and Grappler can keep focused on that back, Dace isn’t going anywhere, Comet.” Dace doesn’t bother to get up, just wanting to get to his corner to bring in Janus, crawling and pushing with his arms and legs to get to the corner, making progress as the crowd gets louder and louder, expecting the tag to come. Dace is almost within arm’s length of Janus, and then he gets there, trying for the tag— --but Duran drags him away at the last second, pulling him by the ankle! The crowd groans with disappointment as Dace returns to the center of the ring, but Matheson and Grappler both look pleased in the Unnamed corner. “Ohh, Citizen Night was oh so close to making that tag and bringing in the fresh man.” “Yes, Comet, so close and yet so far.” After that chopping comeback, Dace is now face down in the middle of the ring and trying to get back to his feet. Duran returns his focus to the back, stomping away at it, once again applying the strategy of keeping Dace on the ground, putting the boots to the lower back area of Night and no doubt softening him up with every attack of the big black boot that buries into Dace’s back. Duran finally brings Night to his feet, only to put him in a standing headscissors, bending down and wrapping his arms around the waist of Dace. “Could be a piledriver coming up here,” Riley notes. “Oh, this could certainly do some major damage to the back and spine of Citizen Night.” Duran tries to bring Dace up out of the standing headscissors, but almost in a flash Dace shifts his weight down to his legs and blocks the piledriver, quickly bringing his body up to a vertical position as Duran goes flying over the back of Night! Both Dace and Duran clutch their backs in pain, and Dace doesn’t make any forward progress towards the corner for a moment, once again trying to get that back into working shape. Dace begins to slowly work his way over to the corner, on his feet but barely with a hand clutching his back as he moves to the corner. Janus has his arm outstretched, practically begging for the tag as Duran is slow to get back to his feet. Grappler begins to show signs of being nervous, and Matheson is practically beside himself. Dace nears the corner and looks ready to tag as Grappler steps through the ropes and runs over to Dace, taking him down from behind with a BIG lariat! “Ohh no,” Comet almost screams, “he was that close to making the tag!” “Look at Grappler saving the day! Talk about sin to win!” The crowd seems ready to riot, not to mention the emotions going through Terrence. The Grappler drags Dace back towards the middle of the ring, where Duran is finally working his way back to his feet. Soapdish finally manages to return order to the match, shooing Grappler back to the corner where Matheson applauds his client’s efforts. The crowd continues to boo loudly as Duran makes it to his feet first, followed closely by Dace. However, Dace is out of it after taking a hard blow to the back of the head, and by the time he turns around, dazed— --he finds a hand around his throat! The choking wakes Dace up from his dazed state, but he seems helpless to do anything about it as Duran lifts Dace up into the air and quickly brings him back down to earth, almost chucking Dace down to the mat back-first with a wicked chokeslam that incites the crowd even further. “Listen to that crowd, Comet, they know what’s coming next!” “I’m afraid I know what is next too, Bobbo, it’s the next logical step.” Sure enough, Duran then calls for the Blunt Force Trauma as Dace writhes on the mat in pain. The Notorious One once again lifts Dace onto his feet and then quickly puts him into an inverted Fireman’s carry— But Dace gets out of it! Dace slips off of Duran and somehow land on his feet, shoving Duran into a neutral corner! Duran hits the turnbuckles hard and staggers backwards, barely remaining on his feet but remaining on long enough for Dace to put on a rear waistlock! Duran’s face recognizes the move far too late as Dace arches back, releasing the waistlock and sending Duran flying down to the mat, spiking his head onto the mat with a release German suplex as the crowd jumps out of their seats, roaring their approval. Both men are down on the mat, however, and Soapdish checks on both men and then starts the 10 count. “ONE!” Both Dace and Duran are beginning to show movement towards their respective corners. “This is the big chance for Dace, he can do it right here!” “Duran has to stop him!” “I think Duran is more concerned with getting the hell out of there and bringing Grappler in!” “TWO!” Dace seems closer to his corner than Duran is to his corner, the crowd building in intensity as they begin to chant: “TRIN – AH – TEE!” “TRIN – AH – TEE!” Duran holds his neck in pain but continues to work his way over to the corner, hoisting himself up on one arm to try and move faster, Terrence clutching the tag rope. “THREE!” Dace lunges for Terrence’s outstretched hand… …and makes it! “Here comes Janus,” Comet proclaims. The crowd goes berserk as Soapdish acknowledges the tag, turning to the other corner and acknowledging Duran tagging in Charlie. “And here comes the Grappler,” Riley returns. Bailey is already in the ring by the time Matthews enters and charges, getting a clothesline for his trouble. Duran staggers to his feet and comes after Bailey, but he gets a clothesline as well. Terrence is on fire as he takes down Charlie again, and then Duran again. Duran finally gives up and leaves the ring, as Matthews stays down after a third clothesline from Terrence. Janus brings Charlie to his feet, and then hefts Charlie up, running the Grappler across his chest, so that the two men form a cross with each other. Suddenly, Janus drops to one knee, slamming the side of the Grappler into the sharp knee of Janus. Bailey stands back up and then repeats this, bringing the knee into the ribs once again. The fans get behind Terrence as he stands up one more time and does it again, Duran and Matheson looking on with concern as Bailey finally releases Matthews and lets him fall to the mat. “The triple rib-breaker from Citizen Bailey,” Comet remarks, “and this might be all she wrote for Grappler’s team!” Bailey stands once again over the fallen Charlie and then leaps up into the air, extending his leg out and dropping it along the shoulders and neck, the ring thundering with the impact of the standing legdrop as Bailey finally pins Matthews, with Soapdish swinging around and watching the shoulders as he counts. “ONE!” “TWO!” “TH-HEY!” Soapdish yells at Duran as he steps through the ropes once again, and he leaps into the air as well, extending his leg out and looking to break the pinfall with a hard legdrop to Bailey! …But Terrence moves! Duran hits nothing but tag partner as the legdrop misses its mark, the crowd celebrating the mistake from the Notorious One. Duran doesn’t realize his folly until he sees that his leg is draped across the shoulders of his partner. The next thing John sees is Dace coming out of his corner, blindsiding Duran and bringing him to his feet before both men go to the outside, leaving the legal men in the ring! “Well, how about that! Citizen Duran tried to cheat and he just ended up giving his partner two legdrops instead of one!” “Just a simple miscommunication and it broke the pinfall, didn’t it?” Dace and Duran both land on their feet as they tumble to the outside, slugging it out in front of the fans, as Soapdish has to turn to the action in the ring, where Bailey is signaling for the ADF II, keeping the crowd on their feet and cheering as Terrence brings Matthews to his feet, perhaps for the last time in this match! Terrence attempts to scoop Grappler into position for the ADF II, but James Matheson leaps up onto the apron and yells at Soapdish. The ref responds by going over to the apron and asking Matheson to step down, but Bailey helps that situation by running over and clocking Matheson right in the face with a right hand! Matheson doesn’t see it coming and he falls to the apron, and then rolls to the floor on the outside! The crowd is insanely loud, cheering their heads off as Terrence turns around and gets a boot to the midsection from the Grappler! The crowd suddenly shifts to boos, jeering the Grappler as he puts Terrence in a standing headscissors, and then lifts Janus up, teasing the Powerbomb but instead holding Terrence with Bailey’s head pointing down and then dropping, spiking his head into the mat with a well-placed piledriver! “That’s what Terrence gets for letting this crowd get to him,” Riley blares into his headset, “he got his brains scrambled by Grappler!” Meanwhile on the outside of the ring, Dace attempts to whip Duran into the ringsteps, but Duran quickly reverses it and sends Night in that direction. CLANG Dace hits the ringsteps HARD, shifting the steps a little bit but still allowing Dace to sit up against the steps. “Oh, this cannot be good,” Comet warns. Sure enough, Duran gets a full head of steam and charges at Dace, letting his momentum stop at the ring steps as his knee buries into the face of Dace, smashing it between his knee cartilage and the hard, unforgiving steel of the ringsteps! The crowd groans in shock as they watch the High Priest of Horrorcore get his skull smashed by one of Duran’s Notorious Tactics™. “Are you kidding me, Comet, that was excellent!” In the ring, Grappler has opted not to go for the cover but instead to take a breather. Finally, Terrence is lifted to his feet by the Grappler and is quickly put in a Canadian Backbreaker, letting the back of Terrence rest on the right shoulder blade of Matthews. Soapdish makes sure that Terrence doesn’t give up right there from the pain of this submission, and suddenly Grappler calls to Duran, who is taunting some fans who didn’t like the knee to the face of Dace. “GET IN HERE!” “What the hell is Grappler doing,” Riley questions as Janus’ big frame continues to rest on the shoulder of Charlie. Duran complies with his tag partner, and Soapdish tries to remove the Notorious One from the ring to no avail as he goes up to Charlie, who directs traffic, instructing John of what to do. Duran turns his back to Charlie and suddenly wraps his arms around the neck of Janus. BOOM “OHHHHH!” In an instant, Charlie and Duran drop to their knees at the same time, with Janus’ back slamming against the shoulder of Charlie and his neck wrenching against the shoulder of Duran from the neckbreaker! “My God,” Comet proclaims, “Citizen Charlie just used the Spinal Division! That’s one of Citizen Bailey’s most famous moves!” “Oh well, it’s not like he invented it,” Riley retorts. Duran exits the ring in a hurry, making sure that Dace isn’t going to try and make a sudden recovery and break the pinfall as Grappler covers Terrence! With order restored and Matheson recovering, he begins to hear the pinfall count. “ONE!” “TWO!” “THREE!” “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” DING DING DING “Here are your winners,” Funyon begins, “The Notorious John Duran and Charlie…GRAPPLER…MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWS !” “Well, it figures that the winning tag team cheated to the very end of this match, Bobbo.” “Oh, it doesn’t matter, Comet, because up next is the match that everyone has been waiting for all night as it is!” “That’s right, Bobbo, it’s a rematch from our last show, Danny Williams and Ejiro Fasaki, meeting once again, it’s a SWF Championship Match, and it’s next on Smarkdown!” Fade to commercials. 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Guest Suicide King Report post Posted January 13, 2004 (edited) Knock, Knock "Come in." The door to what was once a very nice little office opens, and standing in the doorway is none other than Tom Flesher! He looks around, giving a little click of his tongue for the still untidy workplace. "You wanted to see me, Mark?" the Superior One says. The camera turns to reveal the Commish sitting on his desk, looking at the broken remnant of a baseball bat. Shaking his head he chucks the pieces over his shoulder. "Yes Tom, I did," Commissioner Stevens says. "Or perhaps more accurately, I wanted to see the both of you." Flesher follows Stevens' pointed gaze toward the loveseat, where the Bahama Bomber sits idly twirling a dreadlock. Flesher allows a momentary expression of confusion to cloud his features. "Have a seat, would you?" The Wildchild snickers. "It's ok man. De Wildchild don't bite." Tom shrugs and makes his way over to the loveseat. The Man pours himself a cup of coffee from the waiting pitcher as he waits for Mark's pitch. Stevens stands up. "Right. So you're both probably wondering why I have called you here today, particularly after you have both wrestled matches already." Tom throws out the first ball. "Well, I was hoping you were going to announce your endorsement for me for the Democratic Presidential Nomination." Wildchild bats cleanup. "No, I'm pretty sure it was goin' t'be his time to finally come out an' admit his overwhelming love for de Caribbean fashion. We all know he be wearing de Bermuda shorts under dat getup." Mark has the good form to glare at the two miscreants for a moment before continuing. "May I continue? Thank you. Anyway, I wanted to discuss a matter with you two gentlemen. Now I know each of you currently has your own agendas in the federation, whether they be the Tag or World Titles, but I would like you each to listen to this proposal with an open mind." "As you know, the SWF is home to some of the finest wrestlers and athletes in the world. We have big men who can actually wrestle, we have technicians who can actually entertain, and god help us we have bad guys that the fans really, REALLY want to hit in the face with a brick. But over the past year, through no fault of our own, there is one group of wrestlers who have consistently performed above and beyond the call of duty, routinely putting their careers on the line for the entertainment of the fans and no other reward. I am speaking of course of our cruiserweights, of which you two are arguably the finest." Wildchild gets a big grin on his face at this, hoping against hope that he knows where this is going. "Now since the unfortunate but necessary retiring of the Cruiserweight Title, we could have expected the smaller members of our roster to underperform. After all, what were they going to get out of it? The one belt that specifically catered to their styles and strengths was gone. Some members of the board thought the cruisers would start phoning in their matches. In fact, if anything the cruisers redoubled their efforts. They made the fed adapt to them rather than vice versa, and they put on their finest matches ever. You two of course know what I am talking about. Tom, your fantastic World Title reign took our fed into the next phase of its poularity. And Child, your legendary Hardcore Title run redefined what hardcore wrestling was all about. Well, under my administration at least, hard work like that gets rewarded." "Gentlemen, I am challenging the both of you to continue to perform at that level until Clusterfuck. If you do, I personally promise you that your efforts will be rewarded. You two, our finest cruiserweights among a division loaded with talent, will compete for a prize that will forever change the cruiserweight division of the SWF." Wildchild can't contain himself any longer. "You mean-" The Commissioner cuts him off. "No, Wildchild, sadly I don't. I can't promise you that the Cruiserweight Title will be reinstated. But I can promise you that if you and Tom wrestle like I know you can at Clusterfuck, I will have a lot more ammo to take to the board for its reinstatement. No, the prize you and Tom will be competing for will be unprecedented in our company. I wish I could tell you more, but frankly I have probably told you too much already. The one thing I do want to make clear is that if you accept this offer, vague as it is, you are forfeiting your place in the Clusterfuck and your potential shot at the World Title. But I promise you that what you may potentially gain will more than make up for that." "You don't have to answer me now. Just get back to me by the next show. I do hope you both consider it, because frankly the thought of my two top cruiserweights going at it at our second biggest show of the year makes me tingly in a way I haven't felt since I was in eight-grade, and no you may not ask why." Mark grins. "But for now gentlemen, you are dismissed. Talk it over with each other, with your friends and family, and let me know your answers. The one thing I will tell you is that the only way this will got forward is with the both of you, so no use for only one of you to agree." "Show 'em what you're made of boys," Mark closes. The camera turns to regard the thoughtful faces of the Wildchild and the Superior One... And fade. Edited January 14, 2004 by Suicide King Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Suicide King Report post Posted January 13, 2004 As we return to the SOLD-OUT Conseco Fieldhouse in Indianapolis, Indiana, we find the challenger, Ejiro Faskai, pacing back forth in the ring, anxiously awaiting the arrival of the World Champion. Comet: Welcome back to SWF ! It’s time for the Main Event, the not so long awaited rematch between Ejiro Fasaki and Danny Williams! Riley: Danny got lucky last week, and wrongfully stole the title from Ejiro! But if he wants to hang on to the title, he’s gonna have to prove his victory was no fluke, and beat Ejiro twice in as many weeks! Suddenly, the heroic guitar riffs of In Flames come blasting out of the loud speakers! The arena transforms into a madhouse as Danny Williams makes his usual low key entrance, despite being the new World Champion! Funyon: Making his way down to the aisle, weighing in at 243 pounds, and hailing from Louisville, Kentucky.........................DANNY WILLIAMSsssssss! Knowing that this won’t be no walk in the park, Williams is all business as he coldly climbs into the ring. Without taking his eyes off the challenger, Williams unbuckles his title, and hands it over to the official. Snarling like a hungry beast that’s just escaped it’s cage, Ejiro explodes across the ring at Williams! Not expecting to be attacked without mercy, Williams can only cower in the corner, while Ejiro mauls him like a rabid dog with a relentless assault of elbow smashes! Riley: Ejiro couldn’t wait for the bell, he wants Williams’ blood now! Knowing that he’s gonna be in for a wild night, Soapdish reluctantly calls for the bell! DING! DING! DING! Taking Williams by the wrist, Ejiro whips him out of the corner with authority! However, Williams hangs on, reversing the whip! Boom! Ejiro crashes into the unforgiven turnbuckles with bone crushing force! Finally getting a second to catch his breath, Williams twitches his head from side to side, attempting to shake off the effects of Ejiro’s bloody ambush! CRACK! Fasaki shockingly bursts out of the corner, liquefying Williams face with an incredibly hard elbow smash! Comet: Nothing fancy about Ejiro’s game plan tonight, he is taking the fight to the Champion plain and simple! Williams is seeing stars, given Ejiro the incentive to go for the cover! Riley: And he may have just gotten the flash knockout! Fearing what Riley just said might be true, the crowd gets a little nervous as Soapdish starts the count. One! Williams slams a hard knee into Ejiro’s head, breaking up the pin! With Ejiro momentarily stunned, Danny rolls out of the ring in blur! Comet: Williams wisely bailing to the outside in hopes of stopping Ejiro’s onslaught! Riley: If I was Danny I‘d be heading for the hills too, because Ejiro’s came out here looking for blood. Not letting the Champion get away, Fasaki hurries out after him! Danny attempts to get up and greet him, but he only gets to one knee, when Ejiro bashes the side of skull with a sharp knee! With the Champion now laid out on the floor, Ejiro eagerly peels up a section of the protective floor padding, exposing the cold, hard concrete. Comet: This doesn’t look good for the Champion! Riley: Ejiro is pulling out the stops, he will not be defeated by Danny Williams ever again! Guiding Williams to his feet, Ejiro drags him over to the danger zone, and stuffs his head down in a standing head scissors! Already wiled up from the hot opening, the fans jump out of their chairs with anticipation! Riley: It looks like we might see the Piledriver! Wrapping his arms around Williams’ bloated but rock hard abdomen, Ejiro dips his knees, and lifts! Fasaki gives it his all, but the much heavier, and stronger Williams easily tosses him off with a back body drop! Comet: Ejiro may gotten a little over excited, and went for too much, too soon. Still discombobulated from all the punishment he’s absorbed, Williams collapses to his knees, unable to gain an advantage. Up in a jiffy, Ejiro dusts himself off, and goes after the Champion! Helping the weary Champion to his feet, Ejiro pops him with a couple of elbows for good measure, and rolls him back into the ring for some more abuse. Ejiro attempts to climb in himself, but Danny springs to life, and grabs him by his hair! Still laying on his back, Danny brings up his leg, and whacks Fasaki up the side of the head with his boot! Wham! Stunned, Ejiro drops back to the floor, while Williams attempts to collect himself on the inside. When out of nowhere, Ejiro comes storming back into the ring, attacking Williams with another barrage of elbows! Fighting back, Williams slams his knee into Ejiro’s gut, knocking the wind out of him! Grabbing the deranged challenger by his tights and hair, Williams runs him across the ring, and tosses him back to the outside! Alone in the ring, Williams winces as he brings his hand to his battered temple, which is no doubt extremely sore. But the moment doesn’t last, as Ejiro comes diving right back in! Comet: Williams is trying to get a breather, but Ejiro just keeps coming, and coming! Riley: I’ve never seen anybody as hungry as Ejiro is tonight, he’s as mad as hell, and he isn’t gonna take it anymore! Not given Fasak a chance to reach his feet, Williams starts violently stomping and kicking at him! The beat down is unmerciful, but Ejiro takes it like a man, and somehow fights his way to a vertical base! Continuing the assault, Williams backs Faskai into the ropes with a series of bruising forearms! Crack! Crack! Crack! Pushing Ejiro into the ropes, Williams launches him across the ring with an Irish whip! Fasaki rebounds back with blinding speed, running right smack into a stiff drop kick! Smack! The impact blows Ejiro back the way he came, knocking him through the ropes, and down to the floor! Knowing where this going, the fans rise to their feet, and get their cameras ready. Running into the ropes, Williams sling shots across the ring like a human bullet! Comet: The Champion, preparing to take flight! Having been in this position before, Ejiro smartly dives out of Danny’s attacking range. Unfortunately, Williams sees him moving out of the way! Tucking his head in, Williams flips over the ropes, and lands on the ring apron in dazzling fashion! The Conseco Fieldhouse is left awe struck, as is Ejiro who is once again in harm’s way! Jumping head first from the ring apron, Williams thrusts his forearm out in front of him for the... Comet: ELBOW SUICIDAAAAAAAH! Holding his ground, Ejiro throws up his forearm! CRAAAAAAACK! Ejiro’s elbow connects squarely with Danny’s jaw, sending the Champion spiraling out of control like a crashing plane! Both men go down from the collision, quieting the crowd down. Riley: Ejiro isn’t just using raw determination to overwhelm Williams, he’s using his brain too! Rubbing the feeling back in his arm, Ejiro slowly gets to his feet, and briefly hops up on the ring apron, forcing Soapdish to restart the count. Making his way over the downed Champion, Ejiro grabs him by the arm, and attempts to pull him up. But to Ejiro’s surprise, Williams is 240 pounds of dead weight. Anxious to get the Champion in the ring, Fasaki struggles to get him up with a front facelock. After a great deal of effort, Ejiro manages to slide Williams’ carcass into the ring. Without a second to lose, Ejiro scrambles on top of the fallen Champion for the pin attempt! Comet: Here’s the cover! For the second time tonight, the fans are on their edge of their seats as Soapdish starts the count! One! Williams drapes his boot across the bottom rope, bringing the count to an abrupt halt! Determined to get the big W, Ejiro snatches the leg in question, and hooks it for another pin attempt! One! Tw-No! Williams kicks out of his own free will! Riley: If Ejiro could have gotten Williams into the ring a little sooner, we might have had a new champion! Getting between the Champion and the ropes, Ejiro quickly rolls Danny over on his back, holds his head down, and begins viciously dropping knees across the back of his head and neck! Momentarily releasing Williams, Ejiro jumps high into the air, and drives his knee into Danny’s vertebra one last time! Clinching the back of his neck in agony, Williams rolls away from his sadistic attacker, making his way to the center of the ring. Williams gingerly climbs to his feet, only to get tied up with a front facelock! Fasaki twists Williams head around, and drops to the mat, snapping the Champion’s head across his shoulder! Comet: Neckbreaker! Ejiro hastily secures Danny’s legs for the pin! One! Two! Again, Williams kicks out! Warming up, the crowd gives a small pop for the near fall. Keeping his focus, Ejiro tucks Danny’s head between his knees, and pulls him up by his tights. Comet: After softening up Williams’ neck, Ejiro is gonna try the Piledriver again! Riley: Yeah, screw that arm stuff, Ejiro is head hunting now! Fasaki wrenches Williams up, suspending him upside down! Jumping straight up into the air, Ejiro sits back, planting Danny’s skull into the mat! Crunch! Holding the top of his head, Williams spasms around on the mat in anguish! Comet: PILEDRIVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! For the fifth time tonight, Ejiro blankets Williams for the swift pin attempt! One! Two! ........ To Ejiro’s surprise, Williams manages another kick out! The first real near fall of the night earns a decent size pop from the sold out crowd! Comet: Ejiro is really keeping the heat on Williams, covering him every chance he gets. Riley: That’s because he wants to win, you can’t win if you don’t the go for the pin. Through with the pedestrian stuff, Ejiro yanks Williams up by his arm, and ducks his head under his arm pit for the Backdrop! The Conseco Fieldhouse comes alive with screams and howls, but Williams dives into the ropes, before Ejiro can dump him on his head! Pulling his head out from Danny’s arm pit, Ejiro vents his frustration with a couple of stiff forearms! Crack! Crack! Crack! Tucking the stunned Champion’s head down in a front facelock, Fasaki walks him from the ropes, and back to the center of the ring. Ejiro slowly twists Danny’s head around for another neckbreaker, but to the delight of the crowd, the Champion slips out of his clutches, and grabs a rear waistlock! Comet: German! Not given Danny the chance to toss him into oblivion, Ejiro swings backs his arm, stabbing the Champion in the side of the head with a couple of sharp reverse elbows! Crack! Crack! The Conseco Fieldhouse lets out a collective sigh as the challenger slips out of the waistlock! Jumping straight up, Ejiro acrobatically twists his body around, firing the Enzuigiri! Despite Ejiro’s neck work, Williams still has a good head on his shoulders, having enough wits about him to dodge Ejiro’s athletic kick! Comet: As crafty as that trick is, Williams isn’t gonna fall for it twice! Drifting back into the ropes behind Ejiro, Williams takes off for the other side of the ring! A bit shaking up, Ejiro is slow to his feet, when Danny comes speeding off the ropes at him! Leaping into the air, Williams hooks Ejiro around the throat, and drives him down to the mat! Comet: NECKBREAKAAAAAAAAAH DROP! Riley: He damn near tore Ejiro’s head off with that thing! Comet: Williams debuted the move against Judge Mental in his return match, so naturally Ejiro wasn’t expecting it. Slowly sitting up, Williams pops his neck a few times, before crawling on top of Ejiro for the pin. Getting hot, the capacity crowd shouts along with Soapdish’s count. “One!” “Two!” To the disappointment of the thousands in attendance, Ejiro forcefully kicks out! Yanking Ejiro up by his tights, Danny links his arms around him in a rear waistlock, prompting the crowd to make some noise! Comet: He’s going for the German again! Aware enough to repel the dangerous suplex, Ejiro bursts for the ropes, embracing them the way a lover would! Spinning Fasaki around, Williams busts him up with a couple elbows, and whips him off the ropes! Hanging on, Ejiro anchors his feet into the mat, and pulls Williams forward! CRAAAACK! Spinning clock wise, Ejiro slams clocks Williams’ temple with a brutal, short arm back elbow smash! Comet: SCREAMING ELBOOOOOOOOOOOW!!! Danny goes completely limp in route to the canvas, appearing for all intents and purposes to be as dead as a doornail! Riley: THE WORLD CHAMPION IS OUT COLD! All Ejiro has to do is make the cover, and the World Title is as good as is! Stunned, the attendants of the Conseco Fieldhouse sit in stony silence as Ejiro crawls on top of Danny Williams’ corpse! One! Two! ......... Thre-No! Williams shoots a shoulder up, stopping in the count in the nick of time! Overwhelmed with joy, the fans leap out of their chairs, and run in place like their exercising! Infuriated by Williams continuous kick outs, Ejiro jumps to his feet, and growls at the screaming fans! Comet: Ejiro’s getting frustrated now. Riley: No he’s not, he’s getting angry! Moving with a sense of urgency, Fasaki yanks Williams up by his arm, and sets him up for the Backdrop! Without further delay, Ejiro snaps back, driving Danny’s upper back into the mat! Boom! As if he doesn’t know where’s at, a glassy eyed Danny Williams nervously jerks his head from side to side as he stumbles to his feet in a stupor! Rushing to his feet, Fasaki creeps up behind Williams, and Backdrops him again! Boom! Williams tries to get up again, but this time, his legs cave in, causing him to tumble back to the canvas! Unable to stand, Williams attempts to crawl away, but Fasaki catches him by his tights, and drags him back to his feet! Once again, Ejiro ducks his head under Williams’ arm, hooks his leg, and throws him back! CRUNCH! Williams lands right on his noggin, held in place by a beautiful arching bridge! Comet: BRIDGING BAAAAAAAAAAAAACKDROP! Riley: I THINK WE GOT A NEW CHAMPION, COMET! Unable to take the pressure, the fans rise to their feet, and watch on in worry! One! Two! ........... THREE! NO! Soapdish halts the count, citing that one of Williams’ legs is dangling over the second rope! The Conseco Fieldhouse explodes with a pop so loud and big that the rumble can be heard throughout the entire city of Indianapolis! Pouring sweat and out of breath, Ejiro shoots a bewildered look at Soapdish, and than collapses back to the canvas from exhaustion! Comet: What a heart breaker! Because Ejiro accidently executed the final Backdrop too close to the ropes, all of his hard work was for nothing! Riley: I wouldn’t say it was for nothing, Comet. I mean, Danny is legally brain dead right now, surely Ejiro can get him away from the ropes, and finish him off. With both men down, the molten hot crowd begins to frantically chant “DAN-E!” over and over again in hopes that their support can get the Champion through this dire situation! Tapping into his reserves, Ejiro finds the strength to get back on his feet. Looking like he got caught in rainstorm, the fatigued challenger rests with his hands on his knees for several lingering moments. Comet: After putting everything he had into the last offensive burst, one has to wander if Ejiro has anything left in the tank? Riley: Ejiro is a man possessed, a man on a mission! He won’t let something as petty as fatigue, prevent him from getting his much deserved victory over Danny Williams! After taking a brief break, Ejiro gingerly leans down, and snatches Williams by his tights. Fasaki attempts the pull the Champion up for some additional punishment, but Williams smartly grapevines his arms and legs around the bottom rope. Since Williams is one the ropes, Soapdish orders Ejiro to leave him alone. Never having any respect for authority, Fasaki pushes Soapdish aside, and ruthlessly punts Williams in his exposed back! Smack! Smack! Smack! The whelping kicks loosen Williams’ grip, allowing Ejiro to successfully pry him off the sanctuary off the ropes! Ejiro wearily positions Williams for another Backdrop, but when he goes to lift him, the Champion desperately blocks the suplex with a leg grapevine! Comet: Williams is hanging on for dear life! Riley: You got that right! If Ejiro hits the suplex where they stand, there will be no ropes to save the Champion! Refusing to admit defeat, Ejiro attempts to overcome Williams’ resistance with sheer will power! A violent struggle ensues, that is until Williams starts driving the point of his elbow into Ejiro’s neck! Unable to withstand the cannonade of elbows, Ejiro releases Williams, who in turn, spins around, and bashes his temple with a reverse elbow! Crack! Knocked into a trance, Ejiro turns his back to Williams, and aimlessly wanders away! Not letting the challenger escape that easily, Danny bursts forward, clubbing Ejiro in the back of the head with a nasty Lariat! Smack! Both men go down, and the crowd erupts with glee! Comet: To say that Ejiro went to the well one too many times would be a huge understatement. Riley: Well it would have worked if somebody didn’t put that damn rope in his way! Despite being in total shambles, Williams finds the strength to crawl to the ropes, and get on his feet. The crowd heat reaches a feverish pitch as a messed up, but still focused Danny Williams leans into the ropes, eyeing Ejiro up like a vulture eyeing a meal! Rubbing his creaky neck, Fasaki blindly stumbles to his feet, when Williams comes rocketing towards him like a runaway freight train! Ducking behind Ejiro, Williams wraps his strong arms around his head, latching on an air tight Sleeperhold! Riley: This isn’t a problem for Ejiro he knows how to get out this. Not worried, Ejiro calmly reaches behind Danny’s head, securing him in a 3/4 headlock! Kicking out his legs, Fasaki takes a seat on the mat! Seeing this coming a mile away, Williams smartly keeps his chin up, blocking the Stunner! Taking advantage of Ejiro’s new found predicament, Danny grabs an arm bar, while simultaneously clamping on a suffocating chinlock! Sensing the end is near, the crowd goes crazy! Comet: BUFFALO SLEEPAAAAAAAH! Remember, Ejiro has tasted defeat at the hands of this move before! Riley: Fasaki isn’t gonna quit, but there’s a strong possibility that he may pass out in the hold again! Losing air at an accelerated rate, Ejiro involuntarily stomps his feet up and down as his body spasms out of control! Purple faced and gasping for air, Ejiro spits at Soapdish when he asks him if he wants to quit! The hyper crowd is totally losing control, screaming their heads off like cheer leaders at a prep rally! Moving at an accelerated tempo, Ejiro fiercely scoots his way towards the ropes! Worried that Fasaki may actually make the ropes, Williams releases the hold, and snap mares him back into the center of the ring! From there, Danny tucks Ejiro’s forearm back under his armpit, and attempts to reapply the chinlock! Refusing to cooperate with his own demise, Ejiro grabs hold of Danny’s arm, stopping it from being brought across his throat! Riley: EJIRO’S BLOCKING IT! Comet: Williams may have made a critical mistake in releasing the hold, if only for just that one second! While holding Danny’s arm off, Ejiro fights his way to his feet! Releasing Ejiro’s other arm, Williams links his hands together, attempting to trap the challenger in another Sleeper! Having other plans, Ejiro spins out from underneath Williams’ arms, and bashes him with a cringe inducing elbow smash! Crack! Backing up, Williams winces, as if to say,”damn that really hurt!” However, the Champion steps back up to the plate, and rattles Ejiro’s brain with a sickening elbow smash! Crack! Faskai wobbles like he’s going to go down, however he regains his footing, and answers Danny’s elbow with one of his own! Crack! To the accompaniment of an intimidating roar, Williams drops Ejiro with three straight alarmingly stiff elbow smashes! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Disorientated by the brutal blows, Ejiro wobbles to his feet, while Danny takes aim, spins, and unloads! Comet: ROLLING ELBOW! However, Ejiro brings an arm up, stopping Williams’ elbow from colliding with his face! In the blink of an eye, the challenger spins Williams down into a double underhook, and flips him upside! With Danny’s head poking out between his legs, Ejiro sits back, driving the top of his skull into the canvas! CRUNCH! The horrified crowd gasps in terror as Williams bounces off his head like a basketball, and shoots straight up into the air reaching a peak height of about two feet, before crash landing beside Ejiro! Comet: EJIROCATION! EJIROCATION! EJIROCATION! Riley: That sonuvabitch is actually gonna do it, he’s gonna finally take Williams down! Comet: In his series with Williams, there has always been one move that eluded Ejiro, and that is the Ejirocation! And now that he’s finally hit it, he may have found the missing piece to the puzzle, the same puzzle he’s being trying to solve for over a year now! Suffering from a deadly combination of dehydration and head trauma, Ejiro lies paralyzed on his back, knowing full and well that all he has to do is roll over, and he can tie up the last lose in of his career! Knowing that this is one opportunity that he cannot afford to let slip through his fingers, Ejiro......ever.........so...........slowly..............rolls to the Champion’s carcass! With quivering hands, Fasaki just barely drapes his arm over Danny’s chest! Riley: HERE WE GO, WORLD TITLE ON THE LINE! All eyes are glued on Soapdish as the heart broken crowd quietly watches the death of Danny’s dream! One! Two! ............... THREE! NO! Williams’ arm shoots off the mat, stopping the count! Not even the strongest ear plugs in the world can save your hearing, as the crowd explodes with a sonic eruption the likes of which will never be heard again! Comet: DANNY GOT THE SHOULDER UP, UNBELIEVABLE! Riley: He certainly took his time in covering him! Emotionally crushed, Ejiro rolls over on his stomach, and buries his face in his hands. With a maniacal expression on his face, a very pissed off Ejiro slides to the outside, leaving a semi-awake Williams lying motionless in the ring. Rampaging about like a raving lunatic, Fasaki grabs a steel chair, and slides back in the ring! Attempting to defuse the situation, Soapdish rushes Ejiro as soon as he steps through the ropes, doing his best to hold the deranged challenger at bay! Not taking no guff from a scrawny official, Fasaki easily shoves Soapdish to the mat! “F.U. FASAKI! F.U. FASAKI! F.U. FASAKI!” Comet: This is madness, doesn’t Ejiro realize he’ll be disqualified! Riley: I’m sure he would if he hadn’t lost his mind. With a crazy look in his eyes, Ejiro raises the chair over his head, slowly stalks his way over to Williams! Still in a dreamy state of awareness, Williams is totally prone as he groggily crawls about on the mat! The situation is hopeless, that is until Soapdish stealthily snatches the chair out of Ejiro’s hands to a huge pop! Spinning around with a snarl, Ejiro gets all on Soapdish’s case, who holds his ground, and threatens to d.q. him if he keeps acting like an asshole! Comet: You really have to credit to Nick Soapdish! He could have easily d.q.ed Ejiro there, but instead he kept his cool, and did what he had to do to prevent the match from becoming a no contest. Riley: If really he wanted to prevent the d.q. he should have just let him hit Danny with the chair, than everyone could go home happy. Coming back to his senses, Ejiro forgets about the chair, and returns his hatred to Williams. Grabbing Danny by his long sweaty bangs, Ejiro strains to get him back on his feet. Crack! Once he succeeds, he’s got caught off guard by a desperation elbow! With limps flailing everywhere, Ejiro comically stumbles back into the ropes, while Danny drops back to his hands and knees. Instantly recovering, Ejiro stomps back over to Williams, and boots him in the gut as he tries to get up. Dripping so much sweat you could fill up a four foot pool with it, a flustered looking Ejiro secures Danny’s arms one at a time, trapping him in another double underhook. Comet: Ejiro, looking to put Danny away with a second EJIROCATION! Riley: If he can hit this, than there’s little doubt in my mind that the title is his, but than again, I’ve been saying that all night. Though his lungs feel like they are on fire, Fasaki takes several deep, long breaths, trying to find the energy to get Williams up one last time. Digging deep, deeper than ever before, Ejiro screams with strain as he elevates Williams into the air! Resisting, Williams kicks his legs back to the mat, and sand bags like his life depends on it! Comet: Ejiro doesn’t have the element of surprise on his side anymore, making it much more difficult to hit the move! Though his heart is heavy, Ejiro refuses to give up! Exposing all the muscles in his stocky frame, Ejiro vigorously pulls Williams back up to his feet. Before Williams can drop again, Fasaki tugs back on his arms with all his might, but he can only get the Champion on his tippy toes, nearly given the crowd a heart attack! With clinched teeth, Fasaki tries again.......but just as before, he cannot seem to get Danny off the mat! Comet: It doesn’t matter how hard Ejiro tries, he just doesn’t have the strength to execute his finisher! Instead of being discouraged, Ejiro only gets more motivated! Releasing Danny from the double underhook, Ejiro grabs his left arm, and spins to his side for the arm bar takedown! Riley: Yeah, but he can still use the Cobra Crossface! Unyielding to Ejiro’s effort, Williams slides to the mat, taking the challenger over with an arm drag! Despite being light headed, Danny scrambles to his feet, when Fasaki comes charging at him! Aiming to put Williams down for good, Ejiro channels all his frustration into a lethal running elbow! Swoooooooosh! Not getting laid out with the same running attack twice in one night, Williams ducks under Ejiro’s arm, and wraps his big meat hooks around his waist! Before Ejro has time to react, Williams dips his ass super low to the mat, and launches him into the stratosphere! CRUNCH! Coming down totally vertical, Fasaki lands dangerously close to the top of noggin, with his legs folded so far over that he’s actually standing on his boots! The first real head drop of the night, not to mention a really nasty one, sends the game crowd into a frenzy! Comet: HOLY ERASABLE PEN! That has to be one of the sickest German Suplexes I’ve ever witnessed! Riley: Yeah, Danny’s German continues to get more and more brutal with each passing match, but still, I miss his Backdrop Driver. Thinking he has all the time in the world, Williams pops his neck a few times, before calmly climbing to his feet, only to discover that Ejiro is getting up as well! Teeth clinched, fists curled, a crazy eyed Ejiro violently shakes as he rises to his full height! Like George Foreman throwing a right cross, Williams really steps into his swing as he demolishes Fasaki with a BIG elbow smash! CRAAACK! As expected, Fasaki instantaneously goes down , while Williams breaths a sigh of relief! But the sigh of relief quickly turns into a gasp of worry as Ejiro gets right back up! Just as before, Williams plants his pivot fire, and launches another brain scrambling elbow! Before it can connect, Ejiro crosses his arms in front of his face, blocking the would be knock out blow! BLAM! Ejiro counters with a right cross that knocks a huge sweat cloud off Danny’s head! Absorbing the blow, Williams spins in place, and knocks Ejiro out of his boots with a sudden Spinning Elbow! WHAM! Thinking that it’s finally over, Williams turns to walk away, when he hears Ejiro bellow out an inhuman howl, resembling the sound a dying wild animal would make! Spinning back around, Williams is stunned to find a rubber legged Ejiro wobble his way to a vertical base! Comet: I’ve never seen anybody get up after taking the Rolling Elbow! Riley: Ejiro is will not stay down, not after coming so close to victory! His feet not entirely underneath him, Ejiro sways back and forth, teetering as if the slightest breeze can knock him down. He get’s more than a breeze as Williams steam rolls forward, knocking him into next week with a hellish running elbow! KA-BLAM! As if he took a gun blast to the head, Ejiro lifelessly crumbles to the mat! Finally getting a break, Williams flops to the mat himself, while the crowd blows the roof off all the Conseco Fieldhouse! Riley: I think he finally knocked Ejiro out cold! Comet: This place is electric as it would appear that the momentum has finally swung back in the World Champion’s direction! As he lays on his back, Danny’s stomach rapidly pumps up and down from a lack of oxygen. After catching his breath, Williams pops the last couple of creaks out of his neck, and lazily crawls atop Ejiro for the pin! Overzealous, the crowd goes ballistic as Soapdish starts the count! “One!” “Two!” ............ “THRE-Ooooooooooh!”, groans the crowd as Ejiro weakly kicks out! Riley: Despite taking enough elbows to kill an elephant, Ejiro continues to fight on! Rolling off Ejiro, Williams sits up on knee with a look on his face that says,”Huh, I wasn’t expecting that.” Grabbing the challenger by his hair, Williams confidently pulls him to his feet, when Ejiro swipes his hands off, and drills him with a reverse elbow! Comet: SCREAMING ELBOW! Riley: I guess if Ejiro is gonna down, he’s gonna go down with guns blazing! But there’s nothing on it as Williams easily brushes it off, and knocks Ejiro silly with a one two elbow combo! Crack! Crack! The impact of the strikes spins Ejiro around, allowing Williams to grabs a rear waistlock! Danny casually snaps back with a high angle bridge, holding Ejiro in place with a picture perfect German Suplex Hold! The crowd is going bonkers as Soadpish slides down for another count! “One!” “Two!” ............ “THREE!” NO! Ejiro just barely wiggles his shoulder up! Confused, Williams asks Soapdish if he’s certain that it was just two. Soapdish holds up two fingers to make the call official, and Danny can’t believe it. Riley: There is no quit in Ejiro! If Danny wants to make it out of Indiana with his title, he’s gonna have to put Ejiro in a wheel chair! Extremely bitter about Ejiro’s defiance, Williams grabs the limp challenger up by his arm, and pulls him up to a seated position. Linking his hands around Ejiro’s stomach, Danny drags the challenger’s corpse upright, getting him position for yet another German. The crowd “ahs” in shock as they come to the realization that Fasaki is nothing more than a rubber legged corpse! Comet: Williams is so determined to solidify himself as the World Champion, he may do just that. Showing no mercy, Williams pops out his hips, and launches him across the ring like a human javelin! Flying the entire distance of the ring, Ejiro goes head first into the mat! CRUNCH! Bouncing off his dome, Ejiro flips over on his stomach, his legs lifelessly draping over the second rope! The grisly head drop is enough to send the blood thirsty crowd into hysterics! Comet: GERMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!! Riley: Damn, Williams threw Ejiro into another zip code! Getting back to his feet, Williams coldly makes his way across to the ring to view Ejiro’s remains! Grabbing Faskai by his arms, Danny pulls him off the ropes, and blankets him for the pin! On their feet, the fans anxiously watch the count like a ticking time bomb waiting to explode! “ONE!” “TWO!” .............. “THREE!” The fans unleash their pinned up emotions with an orgasmic explosion of cheers and screams! DING! DING! DING! Despite being having a sore neck, and appearing a little tired, Danny climbs to his feet with no trouble, making his win look deceptively easy. Grabbing Danny by the hand, Soapdish raises his arm in victory! Funyon: The winner of the match by pinfall at 15 minutes and 9 seconds..........AND STILL SWF WORLD CHAMPION..................DANNY WILLIAMS! The music hits, and the crowd begins their ritual chant of “DAN-E!” Politely accepting the title, Williams poses on the second turnbuckle, waving the belt high over his head in triumph! Comet: Ejiro gave a monster effort, but despite all his hard work, he couldn’t get defeat the new Champion. Riley: Life’s like that, no matter how good you are something, there is always somebody that has number. That’s why the god lord invented cheating. Comet: Well good doers, we are all out of time, so stay out of trouble, and we’ll see you next week! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Suicide King Report post Posted January 13, 2004 Wow. A rather good show. Do read it, and expect a card up later today. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
