SWF Smarkdown!

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It’s outside the arena, the crowd is expectant and lively, the great SWF fans lining the way into the arena as a LOOOOOOOOONG black limousine pulls up. The chauffer, immaculately dressed, doffs his peaked cap to his charges after opening the door as the six characters of dubious virtue step out.

 

Leading the way is the sharply dressed and briefcase wielding James Matheson, his glasses perched on his nose, his tie straight, his suit pressed. The consummate legal professional leads his well advised stable out.

 

The leg comes next. It’s long. It’s smooth. It’s sexy. The leg is followed by the body, a figure to make the hearts of any red blooded male (and maybe a red blooded Annie) beat a little faster. The perfectly cute face, the blonde hair… The SWF’s Unnamed Diva Meagan Skye steps out.

 

Book in hand, the bandana clad and permagrin wearing Landon Maddix pops out next. He gives the crowd a little hop as he leaps out of the NINE seater limousine and stands beside Meagan. Somehow the bandana just DOESN’T set off Maddix’s suit, but then… it’s Landon Maddix and he’s happy enough.

 

Next out comes the man, the myth, the overwhelming presence of the SWF’s most charismatic dickwad Todd Royal. Landon flicks through the tome he’s wielding and whispers something to Meagan and the pair sort of half bow a little, then stop, then start again, then stop again and Todd imperiously waves them to stop. Royal smiles as he looks into the fans, who by now have started to boo a little, but Todd takes time out to sign an autograph for a young fan with a “Todd Bless You” shirt on.

 

Penultimately, the massive figure of The Notorious One, John Duran strides out onto the asphalt. Duran sniffs the air disapprovingly and runs his hand back through his hair, his face contorting into a half sneer, disgusted by the crowd. Duran stand clear of the vehicle and soaks in the boos of the crowd, throwing a brief look of “WHAT?” out to them. Suit Clad, Duran looks more like a bouncer or mafia heavy than a wrestler, but a scary scary man either way.

 

Last and by NO means least, filling the screen as he steps out of the vehicle is the 300lb plus, tattoo covered, mask wearing and set fair to bust free from his tailored suit, Va’aiga. The Maori takes the lead as his five suited (and one DAMN sexy dress wearing) compadres walk slowly towards the arena, only to be greeted by something that makes The Maori snort with disgust.

 

Grand Slam: You can hold it RIGHT there Va’aiga.

 

Grand Slam Mark Stevens stands, baseball bat held loosely over one shoulder. Flanking him is a whoel squadron of the US’s finest boys in blue and the officers all stand ready to restrain if needed.

 

Grand Slam: Mr Tu’ipolotu. Would you mind stepping back into that limousine and getting yourself the hell out of my arena?

 

Matheson: What on EARTH is this Mr. Stevens?

 

Royal: Get your ass out of our way Grand Slam, otherwise we’re gonna give you a beating approved by Todd.

 

Meagan: You tell him Todd!

 

Maddix: Yeah!

 

Grand Slam: What this is, Mr. Matheson, is that Va’aiga put in a request not to be booked tonight, and given the state of his injuries I agreed. Now I don’t know if his nose is going to heal properly before his match with Charlie Matthews at the Pay Per View, and to be honest I don’t care. In fact I’d prefer that it didn’t heal and that the Grappler kicked his sorry…

 

Grand Slam stares RIGHT into Va’aiga’s eyes…

 

Grand Slam: …Maori…

 

…and gives him a glare that’s the visual equivalent of a big old gob of spit…

 

Grand Slam: …ass ALL over the arena. One fall, two straight falls, seventeen straight falls, whatever. But as far as I’m concerned Va’aiga is without a match tonight. And that means he has no right to be here unless he has a ticket. Mr. Matheson, I think you’ll find I’m right on this.

 

The Unnamed confer and Matheson nods solemnly.

 

Va’aiga: Damn you Stevens. This isn’t the last you’ll hear of this…

 

 

 

…Va’aiga turns and takes a slow walk away from the arena, turning back to add a brief…

 

 

 

Va’aiga: BOO-YAH!

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Card:

 

Singles Match

Toxxic v. Jimmy "The Demon" Liston

Toxxic won the Hardcore Gamers #1 Contendership last week on Lockdown in impressive fasion. So far, the newest SWFer has impressed the hell out of the front office. But Liston sees a chance to make an impression of his own, a chance to show that he has what it takes to be a contender, to be the top man in the business...

Rules: Standard singles match

 

Hardcore Match

Dace Night v. "Coyote" Coy West

Two competing interests collide in this one. After Lockdown, Dace requested someone, anyone, in a classic Hardcore brawl to get the kinks out for From the Fire. Mere moments later, West was in the commisioner's office with a few complaints of his own about his ICTV match with Grappler. What better way to make both men happy than to let them vent all of their frustrations on each other?

Rules: Hardcore match

 

SWF Legends Match (non-title)

Sacred v. Jay Dawg

Who needs an explaination for this classic duel? Fine... Sacred is the reigning USJL champion and will defend his title at From the Fire. JD is a returning legend who wants to test his mettle against the best and brightest in the business. Years of expierience collide in the ring on Smarkdown!!

Rules: Standard singles match, but the ref will give both men plenty of latitude in the match

 

Singles Match for the SWF Cruiserweight Title

WildChild © v. Alan Clark

Clark is the number one contender to the title, but he has match with Thugg at From the Fire. But that's fine, as WildChild and his partner Johnny Dangerous will defend the Tag Titles against the House of Todd the same night. Neither man wanted to wait until mid-March to decide this, so the match is on, and it is on Smarkdown!!

Rules: Standard singles match

 

Tag Team Match

Terrance "Janus" Bailey & Charlie "The Grappler" Matthews v. The Unnamed (John "Notorious One" Duran and Landon "La Cucaracha" Maddix)

Janus and Duran will throw down at FtF. Matthews will try and take away the Unnamed leader's World Title at the same show. Anything else need to be said about the tension in this match? Could there be any more quotation marks? No, I didn't think so either.

Rules: Standard tag match

 

Fatal Four Way Match for the #1 Contender to the SWF Intercontinental-Television Championship

Ann "Ichiban" Onita v. "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins v. Mike Van Siclen v. Insane Luchador

At From the Fire, The Grappler will have to pull double duty. Before he has the chance to go up against the monster Va'aiga for the World Title, he must defeat the winner of this match to retain his hopes of being a double champion. His opponent will have the chance to go after one of the best technical wrestlers in the Fed in a state where he can't expend too much energy... now that's a prize worth fighting for!

Rules: No DQ, first pinfall or submission wins

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“This... is... SMARKDOWN~” Cyclone Comet bellows, “and this is the first match of the evening! Featuring the new Number One Contender to the Hardcore Gamer’s Championship against a very competent opponent, this will be Toxxic’s chance to loosen up prior to his match with Aecas at From The Fire whilst Jimmy Liston will be seeking to make his own mark in the SWF following his recent loss to Coy West.”

“Personally Comet, I just can’t wait,” Bobby Riley begins, causing his co-commentator to look at him in surprise. “Can’t wait to see The Demon destroy Toxxic, that is!” Riley continues. “Honestly, the fact that he’s challenging for the Hardcore Title is ludicrous - what happened to Duran’s rematch? The only consolation is that even if Toxxic survives Liston tonight, one or hopefully both of him and Aecas will suffer severe injuries at the Pay-Per-View.”

 

As Riley’s tirade comes to a close the lights in the arena suddenly cut out, plunging the Coleman Coliseum in Tuscaloosa, Alabama into darkness. A string orchestra can be heard playing a sweetly disturbing tune. The Smarktron comes to life, simply displaying a white ankh. Pyros flash as they climb the ramp, from ringside to entrance. The screen flashes as drums and guitar join in Cradle of Filth's "Born in a Burial Gown". A burst of flame announces the arrival of Liston as the crowd starts to boo and jeer; on the Smarktron, a collection of clips of The Demon’s previous matches starts up, culminating with a shot of Liston on the turnbuckle, jumping and landing a Demon Headbutt on Craig McLennan. Red lights accompany Liston as he walks down the ramp to ringside, his eyes seemingly focused on some invisible object floating in front of his face.

 

“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall,” Funyon booms over the pa system. “Introducing first, from Boston, Mass, he weighs 228lbs... JIMMMYYY... ‘THE DEMON’... LIIIIISSSTONNNN!!!”

 

“I tell you Comet, this man is the future of the SWF,” Riley proclaims. “He may have been cheated out of a win by that redneck Coy West but he’ll show his true nature tonight!”

 

Liston slides into the ring, climbs the near turnbuckle, and, just as the tempo picks up, he thrusts his fist into the air in time with the music. He jumps from the top turnbuckle, and walks to the far side of the ring as the house lights are brought up, and the music fades.

 

“I certainly respect Jimmy Liston’s abilities,” Comet begins, “but the man he’s facing tonight is on something of a roll at present-”

 

Comet is cut off by the brutal crunching guitars of Lostprophets’ “We Still Kill The Old Way”, and the crowd starts to cheer as the blacked-out Smarktron flashes up the words “Prepare To Be Proved Wrong” before cutting to a clip of Toxxic taking Mike Van Siclen off a balcony and through a table with the Toxxic Shock Syndrome, the devastating landing timed to coincide with...

 

GO!

 

...two red pyros going off either side of the entrance way and the straight-edger emerging from behind the curtain. Black shirt unbuttoned and hanging loosely Toxxic cracks his neck from side to side, limbering up for the match as he makes his way to the ring.

 

“And his opponent,” Funyon continues, “from Nottingham, England, weighing in at 218lbs... TOXXXIIIIIIC!!!”

 

Pausing for a moment to psyche himself up the British punk charges the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and across the canvas before scaling a ringpost and sweeping his arms wide, palms down as he acknowledges the Alabama crowd. Flashing his trademark lopsided grin Toxxic drops back to the canvas and turns to face The Demon, shrugging off his shirt.

 

“Well, Toxxic is here and showing no sign of that uncharacteristic fit of temper that ended his match against Jake Helmsley on Lockdown,” Comet notes. “Rumour has it that he was in low spirits during the week, but he seems OK now.”

“He’ll need everything he can muster to have a hope of beating Liston,” Riley responds, “and he’s lucky to be here. That sickening display of violence against Helmsley should have resulted in a suspension, hardcore rules or not.”

 

*DING! DING!*

 

Advancing confidently into the middle of the ring Liston motions Toxxic to approach him, red eyes locking with grey ones. Toxxic cautiously obliges, and the two wrestlers lock in a collar-and-elbow tie-up - only for Liston to demonstrate his phenomenal power by casually throwing Toxxic off, the rookie rolling backwards to end up against a turnbuckle. Toxxic nods thoughtfully and returns to the middle of the ring and the two wrestlers go to lock up once more, but this time the moment Liston’s right arm comes within range Toxxic grabs it, drops and spins, pulling the Demon over with a textbook armdrag and slapping on a cross armbreaker. Unwilling to give his opponent even a momentary advantage Liston pivots his body with all three free limbs and reaches the ropes in a matter of seconds, forcing the break. Toxxic rolls away from the hold, but the moment the British punk reaches his feet Liston barrels into him, driving the straight-edger back into the turnbuckle with a spear!

 

*WHAM!*

 

“The Demon’s on the Hunt, Comet!” Riley cries as Liston buries his shoulder deep into his opponent’s midsection.

“The Hunt certainly is a devastating move,” Comet agrees. “But Liston will need to stay on his man to maintain his advantage...”

 

Backing away to the centre of the ring, Liston raises his arms in search of adulation but gets only boos from the Alabama audience. Snarling in displeasure the Demon sets his red-eyed sights on Toxxic once more and charges - but simply runs into a foot to the face. Staggering in a circle Liston attempts to shake loose the cobwebs and then turns back to his opponent, but Toxxic manages to grab the Demon’s right wrist and locks in an arm-wringer. Liston’s face shows more discomfort than pain, but he is unable to reach his adversary in order to break the hold. Backing into the turnbuckle Toxxic climbs to the top and then simply drops to the floor outside! Liston’s captured arm whiplashes off the ropes, and now the Demon’s face does show pain as he clutches the wounded limb tightly to his chest. Seeing his opponent momentarily facing the other way Toxxic quickly climbs back up to the apron, then vaults to the top rope and comes off with a springboard spinning heelkick that catches the turning Liston square in the jaw. Diving atop his prone opponent, Toxxic hooks the leg for the first cover of the match...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TW-

 

...but Liston kicks out just after one with enough force to throw Toxxic a good three foot!

 

“Covering an opponent early in the match is usually a good way to get a psychological advantage, not to mention wearing them down through repeated kickouts,” Comet notes, “but Liston’s strength renders that tactic virtually useless!”

“And forget psychological advantages with this guy Comet,” Riley concurs, “because Liston is The Demon! He’ll take all you have to throw and then drop you with one shot!”

 

Despite the force of his opponent’s kickout Toxxic wastes no time in closing with Liston once again, this time grabbing the Demon’s right arm, clamping it across his chest and simply falling backwards in an armbreaker. The impact jars up Liston’s arm causing the Demon to grunt in pain, but Toxxic gets to his feet again, straddles the arm whilst facing away from Liston’s body and then simply rolls forward. The momentum and leverage means Liston’s body has to follow his arm - but not before wrenching the entire limb in an agonising manner. As the Demon comes to rest on his back he again finds himself locked in a cross armbreaker, and this time Toxxic has the time to lean back and really start applying pressure. With his elbow being hyper-extended Liston searches for the ropes again - and finds them just out reach. Again the Demon uses the phenomenal power in his three other limbs to simply muscle his way across the mat and manages to rest his left ankle on the bottom cable, but this time Toxxic seems less eager to release his grip...

 

“One!” referee Nick Soapdish begins the count.

 

“Two!” and Toxxic leans further back.

 

“Three!”

“Let go, dammit!” Bobby Riley shouts.

 

“FOUR!” Soapdish waves his fingers in Toxxic’s face

 

“FI-”

 

...but the straight-edger releases the hold just before the disqualification, again rolling backwards to put distance between himself and Liston. This time, however, Liston doesn’t close the gap with the Hunt because he’s too busy clutching his right arm.

 

“Toxxic showing a definite strategy here Robert,” Comet comments. “He’s really going after that right arm of Citizen Liston; not only to perhaps set up the Repeat To Fade, but also because it will counteract Liston’s significant strength advantage.”

“If Toxxic can maintain the pressure for long enough, yes,” Riley concedes. “But I strongly suspect The Demon will have the match wrapped up well before then.”

 

Shaking his arm Liston advances on his opponent, then lunges - only for the quicker Brit to slide out of the way and grab his right wrist again, twisting in another arm-wringer. However, this time Liston rolls with the move, releasing the tension on his arm - then reverses into an arm-wringer of his own!

 

“Brilliant!” Riley laughs. “Liston suckered Toxxic in and beat him at his own game! That’s the weakness of a single-minded attack, Comet!”

“Excellent ring sense by the Demon,” Comet concedes. “And he’s caught Toxxic off-balance - his feet are in the wrong position to roll out like Liston did, and Liston is keeping the pressure on!”

 

Circling slightly to keep Toxxic caught in the move, Liston finds himself in the centre of the ring. With one swift motion the man from Boston hauls on the captured limb, pulling Toxxic into his body, then locks him in a double underhook before taking him up and over with a devastating suplex!

 

“Underhook suplex!” Comet calls. “You won’t find one delivered with more power and pace anywhere in the SWF!”

 

The effort required to budge his opponent’s 218lbs has had its effect on Liston’s injured arm, and the Demon spends a moment clutching at his elbow before advancing on Toxxic and hoisting him to his feet. But that moment gives Toxxic just enough time to recover, and he locks his hands over the Demon’s head, places the top of his skull under Liston’s chin and sits out with a jawbreaker. Staggering backwards Liston automatically bends over in pain - and finds his face driven into Toxxic’s knee before being dropped on his head with a DDT!

 

“Sobering Thought!” Comet cries, “And Toxxic is back on the offensive here!”

 

With the Demon laid out on the mat Toxxic steps through the ropes to the ring apron and raises three finger above his head. Recognising the symbol from the match with Jacob Helmsley, the crowd starts to pop... and Toxxic jumps from the apron to the top rope...

 

“Mondo!” Comet shouts.

 

...to the turnbuckle...

 

“Akimbo!”

 

...MOONSAULT!

 

“A-GO-GO!” Comet finishes as Toxxic lands flush on his opponent. Hooking the leg, Toxxic leans into the cover...

 

 

 

 

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TH-

Kickout!

 

“What in hell were you just bawling about?” Riley asks his co-commentator incredulously.

“That’s the ‘Mondo Akimbo A-Go-Go’ triple-jump moonsault, Robert,” Comet responds innocently.

“Well, at least that abysmally-named move didn’t pin the Demon,” Riley mutters.

 

Seeing that his attempt at the direct approach failed, Toxxic grabs Liston’s right arm once more as the Demon pushes himself upright. Twisting it over his head Toxxic again climbs to the top turnbuckle, and then comes off with a huge flying legdrop that lands rights on the trapped limb. This time Jimmy Liston yells out in pain, and with his renewed assault on the right arm seemingly working Toxxic hauls the Demon back to his feet and sets off for another turnbuckle. However as captor and captured pass Nick Soapdish Liston reaches out and claws at the referee’s shirt, desperate to find any way out of his predicament. Soapdish slaps Liston’s hand away, and with Toxxic momentarily forgotten Liston uses his free left hand to shove the referee in the chest as hard as he can! Soapdish falls and rolls... and Liston’s tactic quickly becomes obvious as he uses that one moment to lash out with his right leg.

 

*CHING!*

 

“BOOOOOOO!!”

 

As Toxxic doubles over Liston grabs his opponent in a rear waistlock and heaves backwards, sending Toxxic flying through the air and flipping over completely in a release German suplex! The Brit crashes down on his face just as Soapdish gets to his feet and begins threatening Liston with disqualification if he reacts that violently to an official again.

 

“What despicable behaviour!” Comet shouts over the heckling of the crowd. “Jimmy Liston shamelessly assaulted the referee to get enough time to lowblow Toxxic!”

“But the beauty of it, Comet, is that he followed up so quickly,” Riley chortles. “Nick Soapdish can warn Liston all he wants - after the Demon hit that suplex the ref has no clue the lowblow ever took place!”

 

Ignoring Soapdish’s tirade Liston smirks his way over to the fallen Brit and rolls him over for the cover. Hooking the far leg, Liston seeks to put his opponent away and the ref stops his ranting to dive in and count...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THR-kickout!

 

“Not enough, Liston!” Comet shouts jubilantly. “It’ll take more than a lowblow and a German suplex to put that Citizen away!”

“He’s right, Jimmy,” Riley agrees morosely. “Ballshot him again and then hit him with the Descent, that should do it...”

 

Liston, however, has other ideas. Raising Toxxic to his feet the Demon stands behind the woozy Brit and grabs his head in both hands, then brings his own skull sharply forwards to connect with a devastating headbutt!

 

*CRACK!*

 

Toxxic stumbles forward but Liston keeps hold of one shoulder, pulling his opponent around and back to him before locking his arms under Toxxic’s and raining repeated blows into his opponent’s unprotected face!

 

*CRACK-CRACK-CRACK-CRACK-CRACK!*

 

“Bloodlust, Comet!” Riley shouts. “And it’s found its mark!”

 

Indeed, the last shot appears to have caught the straight-edger across the bridge of the nose and blood starts to gush across Toxxic’s upper lip, but the sight of his opponent’s injury only drives the Demon on. Picking the Brit up, struggling slightly from the pain in his right arm but still able to bring his fearsome strength to bear, Liston positions Toxxic’s body at chest height and at right-angles to his own and then simply falls backwards, driving his opponent over and back into the canvas.

 

“Fallaway slam!” Comet calls. “And that could be lights out for Toxxic!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THRE-

Kickout!

 

The Brit manages to get one shoulder off the canvas, much to Liston’s annoyance. Exchanging unpleasantries with Soapdish over the speed of the count the Demon brings Toxxic back to his feet, then whips him to the far corner. The action wrenches his right arm and causes Liston to wince, but he nevertheless follows Toxxic in - only to see the straight-edger vault to the top turnbuckle and come flying back at him with a diving clothesline!

 

“Role Reversal!” Comet cries as both men hit the mat, “and Toxxic has got himself some time to breathe, if nothing else!”

 

Wiping away blood from his face Toxxic wearily pushes himself to his feet only to find Liston rising at the same time. Stepping in, the Brit ducks a swing from his powerful adversary and places the Demon in a rear headlock before dropping to one knee and driving the other into the back of Liston’s neck. Popping straight back up again, Toxxic twists round and drives Liston’s head into the mat with a Diamond Cutter!

 

“Detoxx!” Comet shouts. “And now Toxxic has a chance to capitalise!”

 

Instead of going for the pin, however, Toxxic heads once more to the turnbuckle. Climbing to the top as quickly as he is able the man from Nottingham twirls his fingers over his head and then jumps off, somersaulting forwards in the Hangover legdrop...

 

...but Liston moves!

 

“TOX-XIC!”

“TOX-XIC!”

“TOX-XIC!”

 

The chants from the Alabama crowd drive Toxxic to his feet, but this time it is Liston who has risen first and it is Liston who traps Toxxic in a rear headlock. Grabbing the waist of his opponent’s trousers Liston attempts to bring the rookie up and over with an inverted suplex... but his injured right arm, attempting to lift his man up, can’t get the job done! Again Liston tries, and again Toxxic’s boots leave the floor... but only for a second, and as he touches down this time Toxxic swivels in the headlock and then bridges backwards, taking the Demon over with a Northern Lights suplex!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREEE-

Kickout!

 

“Citizen Liston JUST got a shoulder up there!” Comet calls, “but it’s still anybody’s match!”

“Stay on him, Demon!” Riley yells, personifying the impartial commentator.

 

Both men get up together and the Demon instinctively seeks to regain the advantage by swinging a wild right hand - but Toxxic raises both his forearms to block the shot, and Liston yells in pain as his own great strength drives his injured arm into his opponent’s. Clutching the limb again, Liston’s head is wide open for a...

 

RIGHT!

 

 

 

 

LEFT!

 

 

 

 

RIGHT!

 

 

 

 

LEFT!

 

 

 

 

windup...

 

 

 

 

DISCUS CLOTHESLINE... but Liston ducks! Grabbing his spinning opponent around the waist the Demon raises him high and then drives Toxxic down with a vicious high-angle backdrop. As the crowd start to boo once more the Demon yells aloud, sensing victory, grabs Toxxic... and places him in a vertical headscissors.

 

“Here we go, Comet,” Riley cackles, “it’s time for the Descent!”

 

Locking both arms around Toxxic’s waist Liston lifts his opponent high... but that right arm doesn’t quite give him the control he wants, and as he tries to steady the Brit, preparing to bring him down into the facecrusher finish, Toxxic starts to pepper the Demon’s face with right hands. Attempting to shield himself Liston breaks his grip and Toxxic flips backwards into a hurricanrana, taking Liston over with him for the pin!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREEEEEEEEEE-

Kickout!

 

Toxxic wastes no time pleading with the heavens or berating the referee; instead the man from Nottingham grabs the momentarily disorientated Liston and whips him into the ropes, then goes to ground with the sliding soccer tackle that should crush his opponent’s ankle...

 

...but Liston hurdles it.

 

Toxxic desperately tries to get back to his feet in time to rectify his mistake, but Liston sidesteps his charging opponent and hooks in another rear headlock. This time it is the right arm that holds the head, and the uninjured left that grabs Toxxic’s trousers, ready to hoist him over. Liston glares around at the crowd, red eyes sweeping his detractors... and lifts.

 

And Toxxic’s body goes up, up and over, comes down...

 

...and lands on it’s feet, with a rear headlock now applied to Liston. A rear headlock that quickly shifts and tightens into a Dragon Sleeper!

 

“Repeat To Fade!” Comet shouts, almost leaving his seat in excitement. “We could be about the see the Repeat To Fade here, Robert!”

“Come on, Liston, you can get out of this!” Riley shouts in reply.

 

But Liston’s body doesn’t seem to agree. Caught off balance, all his weight is pushing back into the hold. With his right arm Toxxic grabs the Demon’s right wrist and starts to push it up behind his opponent’s back. Normally Liston would overwhelm the weaker rookie in such a test of strength but the earlier arm work means Liston is unable to prevent his arm being bent into a hammerlock, and Toxxic’s left hand reaches back from the Dragon Sleeper to lock in around the Demon’s right wrist. Holding his adversary there for a moment, Toxxic takes a deep breath... and then falls back, wrapping his legs around Liston’s body and trapping the Demon’s left arm uselessly by his side.

 

“It’s locked in!” Comet screams. “There’s nowhere for Jimmy Liston to go!”

“That’s an illegal chokehold, Comet!” Riley replies... but his heart isn’t in it.

 

Arms trapped, Liston’s legs flail at the canvas, but to no avail. Without even the ability to tap out, the Demon has to force the words out through the Dragon Sleeper...

 

“I quit! I quit!”

 

*DING! DING!*

 

“Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner,” Funyon booms over the guitars of Lostprophets as the straight-edger releases the hold and salutes the Alabama crowd, “TOOOXXXXXIIIIIIIIC!”

 

“What a match-up!” Comet yells over the roar of the crowd, “and what a way to start off Smarkdown! The Demon gave it his all, but it was Toxxic who emerges triumphant. Now, can he capitalise on this winning streak when he faces Aecas at From The Fire? More top-notch action up next, after this commercial break.”

 

FADE OUT

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“This next match is scheduled for one fall and it shall be contested under hardcore rules to a finish,” begins the dapper Funyon as the crowd once again stirs at the prospect of some lovely carnage to come.

 

“This will indeed be a real clash of personal philosophies if I have ever seen one,” calls out The Cyclone Comet as a particular country song begins to play through the arena. “On one side of the ring we’re going to see a complete bible thumper take on the king of Satanists in what should only be called Passion II: God Gets Even.”

 

Bobby Riley adds on, “Or on the other hand it might be just be on eof those sequels that are just like the original. You know like the twenty-seven different versions of The Land before Time.”

 

“You’ve watched all those movies about the little dinosaurs?”

 

“… Littlefoot owns your face.”

 

As the sounds of Sara Evans continues to play away in the background, Coy West makes his way down the aisle with a different look then what we are accustomed to seeing on his face. Not smiling or waving to the populace, West simply walks down the aisle and into the ring as the crowd nonetheless gives the rampaging redneck a bit of a cheer. Sliding underneath the bottom rope, West stands tall in the center of the ring and allows his newest T-shirt to be seen by one and all. Emblazoned across the white shirt is none other than the simple phrase that ‘Jesus = Hardcore’ with a silhouette of the crucifixion on the back in black. Bounding into the ropes in order to warm himself up for the battle to come, West gets his mind together as he only barely hears his ring announcement.

 

“Introducing first, wrestler number one comes to us from the S. S. General Lee Jr. and weighs in tonight at 240 pounds. He is the ‘The Coyote’ COYYYYY WESSSSSSSSSST!”

 

Putting a hand in the air to acknowledge the cheers, Coy places his eyes firmly at the ring entrance as the sounds of “Hero” begin to play loudly over the speakers. Through the shredding metal charges the hard form of the man protected by Satan known as Dace Night. With white fireworks blasting into the air, Dace steps up to the ring apron and throws the Devil’s horns into the air much to the delight of the crowd and the annoyance of the Christian standing across from him on the other side of the ring. Parting the ropes with his shoulders, Night dips his head in between the ropes and enters the squared circle as the crowd starts to chant his name in appreciation.

 

“DACE F’N NIGHT! DACE F’N NIGHT! DACE F’N NIGHT!”

 

“Weighing in tonight at 252 pounds, he is the High Priest of Horrorcore! From Birmingham, England this is DACE EFFFFFFFFFFFFFF’NNNNNNNNN NIGHT!”

 

DING! DING!

 

With no pauses both men come walking into the center of the ring, Dace looks across at the fuming West with a raised eyebrow as the shaking redneck closes in on the Brummie warrior. Taking the first move, West tosses a right hand directly at Dace’s face only to have the hardcore veteran almost casually slide beneath the blow. Popping right back up to his full height, Night rocks West right down to the canvas with a hard elbow strike right across the face. But just as he hits the canvas, West springs right back up to his feet and tackles Night across the chest. Surprised by the ferocity of the move, Dace provides very little defense as West simply drives the Satanist back against a corner. Coming out of the tackle immediately West simply crushes Dace with a hard right hand across the jaw line. Stunned by the blow, Night does nothing to defend against the next two shots that come fast and furious from the obviously incensed redneck warrior. Finally a fourth shot across the face knocks the High Priest of Horrorcore down to the canvas.

 

“I don’t think I have ever seen Coy West this angry,” calls out the Cyclone Comet. “But I guess when you’re in a hardcore match that there is no reason to be try and be delicate about this sort of thing.”

 

Rolling all the way out of the ring, Dace Night stumbles into the ringside barrier as West steps between the ropes and to the outside. Not having to worry about a count out, West immediately goes on the chase and slides out of the ring. Grabbing Night by the back of his head, West hurls the member of the Unholy Trinity into the guardrail. Smashing his head into the top of the railing, Dace nearly topples to the arena floor yet again. Only by holding on tightly to the top of the railing does Night manage to keep his feet. This proves to not be much of a problem for the furious West though as he pulls Dace off the steel and once again hurls the master of Horrorcore across the ring towards the ringside steps!

 

CLANG!

 

RAAAAAAAAAAAR!

 

WHAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!

 

Whipping across the ringside area, Dace slams his back into the steps as well as the ring post. But rather than accept the pain like a normal mortal, Night explodes right back out of the metal corner and smashes West across the face with a Yakuza kick! Landing high on his shoulders, Coy flips over entirely onto his stomach before coming to a very still conclusion. Shaking his head free of the damage placed there by the shot against the guardrail, Dace almost instantly gets his hands on the body of the rampaging redneck and hauls him up to his feet. Taking West a few steps towards the crowd, Dace almost casually tosses Coy right over the railing and into the front row! Immediately stepping over the metal, Night steps into the roaring crowd as West only just barely uses a fan to pull himself vertical. Turning into Horrorcore, West once again feels the sting of a hard elbow to the side of the head and is knocked backward so that he ends up sitting in the lap of two very excited members of the crowd. Reaching out to another fan, Night plucks away a cup of beer. Proving that he isn’t one of those Strait Edge freaks, Night swallows a gulp of the sweet nectar of the gods before ramming the cup strait into the face of his opponent and sending beer splashing all over the crowds close to the battling pair.

 

“And $7.35 worth of refreshment is knocked into the air,” calls out The Cyclone Comet as Dace tosses the devil’s horns high into the air yet again.

 

Collecting West off the two screaming fans, Dace flings Coy over the top of the railing and allows ‘The Coyote’ to plunge off the metaphorical cliff and create the metaphorical BAMF that we all know and love. Rolling over the railing in order to return to the ringside area, Dace slowly stalks after his foe. Bending low as he moves, Night scoops up a handful of the cables used to power the electronic equipment about the ring and moves in behind the stunned Coy. Wrapping the wire around the red neck of … the redneck, Dace starts to thrash West back and forth with the cable. Cutting into the flesh of West’s windpipe, Dace wrangles Coy about before finally simply using it to send West spiraling into the side of the railing with a hard crash. Letting the wire loose from his grip, Dace starts to stalk about the ring for a moment as if he was looking for something while West uses this chance to pull himself free from the wire. But soon West will have much larger issues than a simple wire as Dace reaches underneath the ring skirting and pulls forth the most feared bingo staple in all the world.

 

“Here comes the folding table!” yells out Bobby Riley as Dace displays the implement to the populace to the joy of the entire arena.

 

“DACE F’N NIGHT! DACE F’N NIGHT! DACE F’N NIGHT!”

 

Pulling the table up perpendicular to the floor, Dace extends one set of the legs of the table and sticks them in between the bottom and middle ropes. Leaving the table as though it were a perverse doorway to pain, Night moves back over to the moonshine making machine and gives him a swift kick to the chest. Grabbing Coy by the mullet, Dace drags him over to the table and sets about using it just as nature intended. Pulling back on Coy’s head, Dace sends it flying right at the wood…

 

BLOCKED!

 

Sticking out his arms as strait as he can, Coy manages to avoid having his face bashed off the treated lumber. Tossing an elbow behind him, Coy manages to catch Dace in the ribs before turning the literal tables on him. Grabbing Night around the head and chin, Coy desperately jams the High Priest of Horrorcore into the wooden surface as hard as he can.

 

BAM!

 

His eyes crossed from the impact, Night staggers back a step or three as West leans against the apron in order to get bast the beating he took in the crowd a few moments ago. Moving back in on the still standing Brummie, West meets him with a strait kick to the chest before jamming the side of Night’s head into the table once again! Walking away from the table, Dace tries to get some distance but instead falls right down on his face on the cold arena floor. Kicking at the mat absently is the only sign that Dace still breathes as West continues to try and get his head back in order. Finally moving back after Dace, West pulls the Unholy Trinity member off the floor and tosses him back inside the squared circle for the first time since the start of the contest. Right into the ring after his opponent, West collects the stunned Dace off the canvas and lifts him up from around the waist. Carrying Night over to a corner, West drops the master of Horrorcore hard on the top turnbuckle as the crowd starts to buzz a bit in anticipation. Moving up after Night West immediately grabs his opponent around the head before finally getting his feet all the way up on the very top turnbuckle. Holding Dace in the facelock for a moment, West allows the moment to sink into Night’s head before finally flinging himself backward into the mat with a monstrous…

 

SUUUUUUUUUUUUUPERPLEX!

 

Hitting the mat back first, Dace groans in pain immediately as West floats right over the top and lands on Night’s battered body. Hooking up a leg, West holds on so that referee Matthew Kivell can make his presence known for the first pinning attempt of this hardcore battle…

 

ONNNNNNNNNNNNE!

 

TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

THRENOOOOOOOOOO!

 

Kicking right out of the high impact suplex, Night gets a shoulder up and off the canvas. But rather than immediately going back to the high impact, West simply stays on his knees and slams fist after fist right into the mouth of the stunned master of Horrorcore. Finally Dace pulls up his arms in order to block the attack only to have West step off him and head into the ropes. Springing into the air, West lands across his foe for the evening and crushes him underneath a hard legdrop that causes Night to once again spasm in the face of an overwhelming amount of damage. But West seemingly has no interest in going for another cover and instead picks Night off the canvas. Pressing Dace into ropes, Coy sends his opponent across the ring with a whip. Rebounding back at his foe, Dace feels his body being pulled up and off the canvas before having it jammed into the mat with a powerslam that manages to shake the very foundations of the ring. West however does not seem very interested in making a cover and once again pulls off Dace before the referee can even move into position to make a three count. Instead, West reaches down to his waist and pulls loose the belt that had been absently tied around his waist since the match began.

 

“I didn’t even notice West had a belt on tonight,” admits The Cyclone Comet. “We have obviously seen West in the ring wearing jeans in the past but this has been the first time they have actually come into place.”

 

“As long as those pants stay up,” shivers Bobby Riley. “Please god let those pants stay up.”

 

Holding the strap of leather loose in his hand, West still uses his arms to pull the stunned Night off the canvas and push him into the ropes with his back towards the center of the ring. Sticking his other hand into Night’s ‘Protected by Satan’ shirt, West pulls down on the T-shirt and tears it right off the already scarred back of the master of Horrorcore. I think we can all connect the dots in order to figure out just what exactly is next on The Coyote’s agenda.

 

Whip… SNNNNNNNNAP!

 

Raising an ugly red welt on the tattooed back of Dace Night, the leather strap cuts deep as Dace almost instinctively reaches for his own back as West simply cracks the strap against his flesh once again. The pain of the whipping drops Dace right down to a knee as West looks wildly about the arena as though he expected a much different reaction than the stunned silence that seems to be permeating the crowd. But no reaction would seemingly stop West this evening as he works the strap around his opponent’s throat and begins to pull backward with all of his weight. Cutting off all of Dace’s air West actually pulls his opponent up to his feet with the force of the choking. But Dace is not the kind of man to ever give up unless his life was in mortal peril and he immediately turns into West and starts to throw elbows into the midsection of his fanatical opponent. But being a fanatic seems to have given West a bit more strength than usual as he continues to throttle away. That is until Dace creates enough room to grab West around the waist and shuck him backward with a…

 

BACKDROPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

 

Crushing Coy against the mat neck first, Dace jars his opponent’s choking tactics loose and sends West shaking to the mat as though his head been actually removed from his shoulders. Both men ground into the canvas; Dace is the first to move as he coughs a stream of fresh air into his lungs after finally freeing himself from the leather belt of his opponent. Keeping a hand at what is obviously a damaged throat, Dace is still riding a wave of anger hot enough to burn just about all of the unbelievers as he starts to shake while rising up to his feet. Dace grabs Coy right as the redneck gets up to his feet and begins to jam elbow after elbow right into his opponent’s face as West just continues to waver back and forth as though out on his feet. Finally pushing West’s head loose, Dace Night leaves his opponent standing in the middle of the ring so addled that it seems that even a stiff breeze could knock him to the canvas. Of course, Night has more than a breeze up his sleeves as he pulls Coy up and onto his shoulders with a fireman’s carry. Roaring out in rage, Night quickly whips West right back to the canvas the same way that he came up with a reverse Death Valley driver slam! Immediately dropping onto West, Dace hooks the near leg as Kivell counts away once again…

 

ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNE!

 

 

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

 

THRENOSCOREONEFORJESUS!

 

Kicking loose hard and strong, West manages to get a shoulder off the canvas but no more as Night immediately pulls his opponent off the canvas. Controlling West’s head, Dace pulls it downward and starts to jam knees right into the face of his opponent as Coy struggles to even keep his feet as he drops down to a knee. Leaning back into the ropes, Dace gains a head of steam before cutting West off at the shoulders with a charging lariat that sends Coy right back down to the canvas in a heap of humanity. Testing his throat once again with a hand, Dace shakes his head at his downed opponent and heads out of the ring. Grabbing the end of the table that has been hanging vertical on the outside of the ring this entire time, Dace lifts the wooden appliance the rest of the way and slides it into the ring proper. But this was not the entire point of heading out of the ring as Night once again goes fishing underneath the ring skirting. And this time Night pulls out something a little more serious than even a wooden table.

 

“My god, it that a … toolbox?”

 

Holding the kit by the handle, Dace flicks open the door of the toolbox and allows the entire contents of the box to spill out onto the floor. Dropping down to a knee, Night fetches an object off the arena floor before rolling back into the ring with the item still in hand. Dace stalks West from behind and raises the object into the air, showing it to the crowd for the first time clearly.

 

“Pliers?”

 

“Pliers.”

 

“PLIERS!”

 

Taking the pliers in hand, Night jams them right into the forehead of the moonshine machine and sends Coy West retching to the canvas with a trickle of blood already starting to etch its way down his forehead. But West does not have long to worry about that before Dace is on top of his foe with the pliers pried wide open. Tearing into Coy with the makeshift weapon, Night tries to close the metal grip around the flesh around his eyebrow. Shredding into the skin in a moment, another cut is made wide as Night grins at the sight of the red fluid making its way into the face of The Coyote. Releasing the pliers, Dace stands in the middle of the ring while the pliers simply hang off the meat that used to be the face of Coy West.

 

“You know Bobby,” calls out The Cyclone Comet, “I don’t know what these two have against each other but they simply seem to be pulling out all the stops here for almost no reason.”

 

“Don’t be thick,” replies Bobby Riley, “One is a Christian and the other is a Satanist. Did you think that they would be sharing cookie recipes? Evidently both of these guys have some fundamentalist disagreements that have taken this match beyond even a hardcore contest.”

 

With Coy down and trying to remove the pliers from around his head, Dace collects the table off the canvas and sets it up fully on its legs. Grabbing at West, Dace squeezes the pliers yet again and uses them to pull the struggling West back up to his feet. With no defense apparent, West soon finds himself pulled into a standing head scissors right next to the table. But being next to a table is nothing compared to actually being lifted up into the air. It is nothing that compares to being held in the middle of a powerbomb position and knowing that it is only a moment away from impact. An impact that sends Coy screeching through the wooden table and cutting in half with his body!

 

CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!

 

“SWEET ZOMBIE JESUS!”

 

Apparently unconscious from the blow, West lies in between the tow halves of the table as Dace looks around the ring to the crowd that still hasn’t been able to decide what exactly is going on and who exactly they should be cheering in this contest. Although it seems clear that Dace has this match won as the bleeding West lies in the rubble. But it seems as though this match has gone beyond pin falls and nothing other than an admission of who the better man is will suffice as Dace grabs West by the legs and uses them to turn Coy over with a Boston crab! His face now deep in the wood of the table, a bleeding West simply shudders under the weight of his opponent. While on the other hand, Dace Night uses his weight to push down on Coy’s spine in order to force his opponent to quit, to admit just who is the better man, and to admit just who has the more faith.

 

“GRAHHHH DEAR GOD!” screams Coy West as he feels about with his hands for something that could get him to the ropes.

 

Scrambling across the ring on the points of his elbows, West drags his body over to the ropes and grabs a hold. Unfortunately however that means … nothing. In a hardcore match obviously, the rope break has no bearing on the actions of a competitor. And so with Dace still latched onto his legs, West can do nothing but continue to pull himself along in the hopes that he can pull his way out from under Night. But that seems completely unlikely as Dace walks out from the ropes and pulls West along back into the center of the ring where nothing can help the cause of the rampaging redneck. Unless, of course, you count the sick little plot that is no hatching in his mind. Reaching for his own forehead, West finally pulls the pliers loose from his forehead and holds them in his hands. Turning his back painfully into an angle reach he can make the appropriate contact, West clamps the pliers down across the calf of his opponent so hard that Dace immediately releases his grip on West’s legs. Calling out in pain, Dace turns quickly enough to pull his leg free from the pliers and immediately slams into West with a series of short forearms to the top of West’s head.

 

“These two are sinking mighty low to win this thing,” calls out The Cyclone Comet. “This has gotten pretty damn ugly.”

 

“And these two were pretty ugly to start with,” jibes Riley as he looks on completely unconcerned about the welfare of these two warriors.

 

Kicking away at Coy’s bloody head, Dace causes red specks of liquid to burst into the air with the force of the strikes. Battering West over onto his back, Dace drops a measured knee into his opponent’s forehead and causes him to spasm once more uncontrollably at the point of the impact. Struggling immediately to rise, West finds that his body will no longer allow him the movement that he requires as Dace simply kicks him across the chest once again so hard that it sends West rolling all the way out of the ring and to the hard arena floor below.

 

“That won’t save him in this match,” laments The Cyclone Comet. “I can’t believe these two great athletes would go so far to brutalize each other when … I don’t think they’ve ever even met before!”

 

“Yeah they are really mixing just like gay people and California state law,” adds the stoic Bobby Riley as he looks around for something to eat. “Do you think I could get a soda?”

 

Wandering out to the arena floor, Dace Night actually moves away from West to a section of the ringside padding not covered by tools or by West’s bloody body. Peeling the padding loose, Dace exposes the completely unforgiving concrete below. Pointing to the concrete Dace cuts a finger across his throat as if to say that there will be a sacrifice made right here in a few moments that will make The Passion look like Pokemon the Movie. Moving back over to the form of West that has been biting and scraping for inches as he heads around the other side of the ring. But he does not get all that much farther until Dace grabs him by the back of the jeans and uses them to pull West up to his feet. Pulling the redneck along, Dace makes his way back over to the spot of concrete he had exposed a moment later. Seeing the oncoming wreck, West falls down to his knees and becomes a complete piece of deadweight in order to buy himself maybe another second. But Dace will have none of it and he quickly responds by once more kicking West right in his blood soaked face.

 

“This will be a massacre,” says The Cyclone Comet.

 

“Yep,” replies Riley. “Soda would be so good right now.”

 

Motioning to the crowd that it is time to take this match home, Dace brings his arms up and down in order to telegraph that a piledriver on the concrete is only a few moments away. Grabbing West by the mullet, Dace pulls Coy’s face upward and shows him the horns about an inch away from his eyes. But as Dace holds his signal of the beast so close, it ignites the last little bit of energy still in the broken body of the rampaging redneck!

 

BAMMMMMMMMMMMM!

 

Taking a wild swing, West catching Dace right across the forehead with a punch that sends the High Priest of Horrorcore strait down to the concrete floor! Wobbling back on his heels, West falls forward onto Dace Night as a metal object glances off the concrete!

 

“He hit him with a hammer! While Night was exposing the concrete, West must have grabbed the hammer off the apron. And boy did he use it! I think Night might be unconscious!”

 

West barely moves an arm over his fallen opponent…

 

ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

 

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

“The winner of the match… COY WESSSSST!”

 

Having used the last of his energy to move onto Dace in the first place, Coy remains across his opponent as the referee checks in on both men. The blood seeping from West continues to flow across the body of Dace Night that has now developed a large red impression in the middle of Night’s forehead. And as the SWF takes a commercial break, we are left to ask just how far faith can drive two men willing to do damn near anything.

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...

 

 

The commercial break ends abruptly, as the television pictures begins to flutter, filling with static, and this continues while Andrew Blackwell’s voice is heard…

 

…

 

"There is nothing wrong with your television set.“

 

 

“Do not attempt to adjust the picture."

 

 

“I will control the horizontal.”

 

 

“I will control the vertical.”

 

 

“I am controlling transmission…."

 

 

...

 

The picture returns too normal shortly after. Before Andrew Blackwell makes his entrance, the lights recede, not into complete darkness, but very near to, as “Tainted” by Lycia begins to play, very softly, at the same time. Spotlights situated to the side of the ramp way, all along the side turn on Blackwell and follow him like he were the second coming of Christ as he walks slowly, glaring at the fans and shaking his head at their disrespectful boos that reign down, before he finally reaches the ringside area…

 

“And here he is…” Begins Bobby Riley, admiring the Australian from afar. “The SWF United States Junior League Champion, ready to do battle once again against an old friend, and foe.”

 

“Darn tootin’, Bobbo!” Comes Cyclone’s cheery reply. “Two of the longest serving wrestlers ever in this federation will square off not for titles, not for contendership, no no… only pride is at stake here tonight, and knowing these two men, we are set for a terrific fight!”

 

Unhooking his precious title from around his waist and handing it to the referee, Sacred begins his pre-match warm up, also preparing, or at least trying to prepare himself mentally as he gets ready to face his former friend in combat. Funyon suddenly snaps hi back to reality as he booms to the capacity crowd…

 

“The following match is a LEGENDS match!”

 

The crowd begin to cheer, liking the sound of the match at hand, but then their cheers slowly but surely turn to jeers as Sacred raises his arms, waving to them all and giving them a cheery smile.

 

“… And it is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first! From Adelaide, Australia. Standing six foot one inches tall and weighing in at approximately two hundred and sixteen pounds… he is the S W F United States Junior League Champion… he is… SSSSAAAACCCRREEEEDDDDDD!”

 

The Australian’s reception is less than cheery as the fans direct their utter contempt for the convict, booing him relentlessly.

 

“Hey! I’m supposed to call him a filthy convict! Who’s this narrator fellow anyway!?”

 

“… Who are you talking to man?”

 

The jeers, somehow, begin to recede as “Tainted” fades out and the lights return to their usual bright brilliance. Suddenly and without warning, “Creatures for a While” by 311 begins to play through the house speakers, giving the fans something to cheer about! Almost instantly, Jay Dawg makes his appearance, looking dead ahead at Sacred, not bothering to acknowledge the fans.

 

“Jamie Drazon…” Bobby Riley mutters under his breath. “A name I thought I’d never see again, at least, not this soon. But here he is, in only his second match since returning, and he has to face a man he used to be close with, who he used to put his trust in.”

 

“Ah, but there’s the key word there Robert, used to. Now, I sense its just business for Citizen Drazon, and Mr. Blackwell is simply another stepping stone on his way to climbing to the top once again!”

 

“It may very well be his night, Comet. He’s already trounced once established and experienced star in Mike Van Scilen, but can he overcome Sacred? I know this for sure though; Sacred has to be feeling the affects of last weeks brutal hardcore encounter with Aecas, and he’ll be hurting. I say that the SWF made this match for a reason. They’re purposely trying to make Sacred’s life a living hell in this federation, and I won’t stand for it!”

 

“Oh, sit back down Robert! What’s done is done, and this match is set in stone, and can’t be changed! Citizen Sacred will have to confront his long time adversary in that ring, and he better have his working boots on, because Drazon is not in a good mood, in fact, he wants to start already!”

 

Funyon quickly gets on the mic after a stone cold glare from Jay Dawg, who prepares himself for the encounter. “And… his opponent! From Vancouver, B.C. Standing six feet four inches tall, and weighing in at two hundred and forty three pounds… please welcome back to the SWF, the Hardcore Maniac… JAAAAMMMIIIIEEEEEEE DRRRRAAAAZZZZZZOOOOONNNN!”

 

As soon as his name is read out, and the fans begin to cheer much to Blackwell’s dismay, the bell is rung to start this match!

 

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

 

“Well, what can be said about these two that hasn’t been said a million times before?” Comet asks, watching both men’s reactions as they approach. “Size difference, weight difference, none of that matters. They know each other like the back of their hand, and have a roadmap of their tactics, of each move in their mind, and will be watching each other like hawk’s!”

 

Staring across the ring, Jay Dawg grins at his former Tag Team Partner, letting it known clearly to him in his eyes and his clenched fists that he can't expect him to hold back one bit.

 

This doesn’t phase Blackwell one iota. In fact, the Australian strides across the ring, brimming with intent, and simply rears back…

 

 

 

SLAP!

 

 

 

Nailing Drazon across the chest with a sharp knife-edge chop! The crowd cringes at the painful blow delivered by the Sacred One, but Drazon remains in one spot, hardly wavered by the blow, and remaining toe-to-toe with his foe!

 

“Drazon is simply a freak!” cries Cyclone. “Blackwell’s chops are amongst the stiffest, most painful chops in the business, and he hardly even flinched!”

 

“His tolerance for pain is extreme, Comet, I know as you do from personal experience. We’ve seen Blackwell be dominated by his opponents recently, but if he lets Drazon over power him and subdue him early, then it’s game over!”

 

Not stopping to chat, Blackwell goes down low as he nails Jamie with a knee to the midsection. He then pulls Drazon close, almost face-to-face as he delivers a few more rising knee strikes. With Dawg off-guard, at least for the moment, Blackwell sends him into the strands with an Irish Whip.

 

Giving his opponent little time to counter, Blackwell snaps Drazon over with an ankle scissors, sending him rolling across the mat, but he recovers and soon regains his footing. Depriving Drazon of any time to set himself, Sacred springs from the mat and plants two feet into Jamie's chest. Blackwell uses this to back flip and land back on two feet as Drazon stumbles into the ropes behind him. He comes stumbling back from the strands toward the centre of the ring where Sacred is waiting, as the Australian reaches down and lifts up Jaime's left leg, leaving him hoping on the other while he attempts to snap him over with a Dragon Screw!

 

Drazon, all too weary of being in this predicament, steps over Sacred's leg and nails him with a spinning kick to the jaw! Sacred is utterly surprised as he hits the canvas but rolls right back onto his feet, but he leaves himself wide open for Jamie, who traps him in his clutches, lifting him high into the air, completely vertical. Drazon lets Sacred slowly fall like a tree trunk, finally nailing him with a Suplex!

 

Kivell, ready to pounce on the cover like a tiger, slides over with his hand raised, but Jamie forgoes the cover, instead he rolls his hips and springs onto his feet, ready for another vertical Suplex! Drazon lifts his long-time friend up into a vertical base, but this time...

 

... Sacred floats over and lands behind Drazon! Regaining his footing quickly, Sacred attempts to lock his arms around Jamie's waist, and lift him into the air with a German Suplex! The Hardcore Maniac shakes his head and whispers "Predictable" to his former partner. He easily counters by rushing forward and grabbing onto the top rope, causing Blackwell to lose his grip and roll backwards across the mat!

 

“Such a hot and intense opening to this match!” Comet says, wiping sweat from his brow. “These two won’t want to give each other a single inch, a single opening to gather some momentum in this match. It’ll come down to who can control their emotions and who can keep a clear head long enough to prevail, and judging from citizen Drazon’s history, that isn’t too likely…”

 

Redoubling his efforts, Sacred charges once again, only to have Dawg lower his head and throw him over the top rope! The crowd are just about ready to let out a loud cheer, until Sacred somehow holds onto the top rope and lands on the apron! The fans sigh in disappointment, as Drazon turns around, also disappointed, and Sacred fires a forearm his way. The Aussie is only playing possum however, as he feigns the strike, and actually goes low, driving his knee into Jamie's rib cage!

 

Drazon is distracted for only a second, but that's long enough for Sacred to vault over the top rope and grab him around the waist, pulling him down in a Sunset Flip! Kivell is on the spot again, but groans as Jamie avoids the pinning predicament by rolling through and back onto his feet!

 

Blackwell meets him with a smile, swirling back to his feet in an instant to face Dawg. The Sacred One makes a simple mistake as he fires off a forearm shot, only to have Drazon catch his wrist and pull him into a knee strike! Drazon's patented combo is finished with a front face lock, but Sacred is ready for it, and he reverses, lifting Drazon off the mat and throwing him over his shoulder with a Northern Lights!

 

Kivell's attempts to count are again thwarted as Drazon lifts his shoulders off the mat, along with Sacred! The two remain bridged, locked together, before Drazon spins himself and Sacred around, putting him in a Standing Headscissors! The crowd pops for the cunning reversal as Jamie lifts Sacred off the mat and up onto his shoulders, ready to decimate him with a Powerbomb!

 

“Beautiful chain wrestling from these two, as we expected!” Notes Riley, pleased with what he sees in front of him. “But this maybe the first break in this match as Drazon hoists Sacred up for a Powerbomb!”

 

Jay Dawg suddenly loses his grip as Blackwell pounds into the top of his skull with deadly forearms, before arching his back and dragging Jamie down, rolling him up with a Hurricanrana!

 

“It’s countered! A quick rollup may just surprise Drazon enough to keep him down for the three!” shouts Cyclone.

 

 

O N E !

 

 

…But how wrong he is as Drazon pushes the Australian away effortlessly, breaking the count after only ONE! Blackwell is stunned, so much so that he lets Dawg slip away and climb back to his feet. Sacred spins around, trying to track his former partner...

 

 

 

WHAM!

 

 

 

... And pays the price for his mistake as Drazon surprises him with a Thai Roundhouse kick right to the jaw! The Aussie flies backward, thumping into the turnbuckles as Dawg approaches, a sadistic gleam in his eye that Sacred has rarely seen before. Drazon grins as he delivers headbutt after headbutt, hitting Sacred just above the eye and opening up a cut! The headbutts seem to leave Drazon unphased as he elbows Blackwell right in the face before taking him by the hand and sending him into the opposite corner with an Irish Whip.

 

The Hardcore Maniac sets his sights on his former friend, aiming to make him bleed even further. Sacred realizes the desperate situation, and as Drazon charges with a full head of steam, Sacred dives out of the way, and Dawg misses with his Yazuka Kick! Drazon cries out as his knee hyper extends and his dominant leg drapes across the top rope!

 

This time, Sacred is the one to smile with glee, watching Dawg hang precariously with one leg over the top rope, ripe for the picking. Blackwell sets himself to take full advantage of the situation, sending a high kick underneath Drazon's knee and knocking his leg off the top rope!

 

“OH MAN!” Both Riley and Comet shout, before Robert continues, cringing as Drazon cries out. “That did not look pretty! Drazon took a big risk, knowing Blackwell could easily counter, but he continued on anyway, and payed the price! That was a NASTY looking miss, and he may have done something to his leg…”

 

Jaime cries out again as he grabs at his leg, grimacing in pain. Sacred looks on, worried, knowing Jay Dawg is one of the only links to the past left in the entire federation. He takes his time as he sets Dawg up in the corner, straightening him up before sending Dawg across the ring with an Irish Whip...

 

But it's reversed! Dawg spins around whips Sacred in close, connecting with a rising knee lift! Drazon lowers his head; whispering in Sacred's ear, "Don't think I'll go easy on you. You're no friend of mine anymore."

 

The crowd clamour to hear the words exchanged, but Dawg puts a clamp on any more dialogue, and Sacred's neck! Drazon holds Sacred in a front face lock, tightening his grip and choking the life out of him!

 

“JD DDT!” Cyclone shouts. “This alone can totally decimate opponents, but surely that crude, callous and cunning Sacred knows what to do!”

 

Drazon attempts to pull his former partner down with a DDT, but Cyclone is correct, and Sacred holds on! Again, Jamie yanks on his neck and tries to drive his head into the canvas, but Sacred puts his front foot forward, halting Drazon's momentum! Dawg growls, angered by Sacred's stubborn refusal to be decapitated, sending a swift kick into Sacred's breadbasket to 'loosen' him up...

 

... But Sacred catches his leg! Drazon's eyes grow wide, ready to tear Sacred a new one, but before he can, Sacred drags him down with a Dragon Screw Leg Whip! Drazon cringes as Sacred takes the injured leg and spins around, looking for that Upright Figure four of his!

 

“As soon as Drazon injures his leg…” Riley begins. “Sacred sets to take advantage of it! And he’s attempting to lock on the DEPROGRAMMER early on tonight! Maybe he fears even with JD’s leg incapacitated, he still can’t keep up with him?”

 

…Drazon counters the move! Recalling the training sessions the two had where Sacred showed him this exact move, Dawg plants his foot into Sacred's back and pushes him away, breaking the hold before Sacred can lock it on! Blackwell is shocked to say the very least, and even more so as Drazon basically no sells the pain shooting through his leg and climbs to his feet! Sacred runs forward, desperately trying to keep Dawg grounded on the canvas…

 

As he tries to clobber him in the face with a flying forearm, Drazon grabs his arm and spins around him with a standing switch! Sacred is suddenly caught in a Full Nelson, unable to escape no matter how hard he tries! Drazon lifts him up off one leg, taking him up and over…

 

 

 

WHAM!

 

 

 

“OH MY! A beautiful Dragon Suplex!” Comet must admit. “And he’s held on with a bridge! And look at poor, deprived Kivell snap into action!”

 

 

 

O N E!

 

 

T W O!

 

 

 

T

 

 

 

H

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

RRRRRRRRREEEEE…

 

 

… Sacred rolls his shoulder off the mat after a two count! Blackwell breaks JD’s hold of his arms and crawls towards the corner, recovering as best he can after being dropped on his head. Drazon favours his left leg as he climbs to his feet, but tries to block the pain as he sees Sacred propped up in the corner, ready to be set upon!

 

And set upon he is as Drazon attacks like a rabid wolf, rearing back slowly and…

 

CRACK!

 

… Rifling off a stiff Knife-Edge Chop across Sacred’s chest!

 

CRACK!

 

“Jay Dawg has been gone WAY too long I say!” Riley cries, cringing after every brutal chop. “He’s back, and he wants a clean slate, as he’s showing as he absolutely MURDERS Sacred with those chops!”

 

CRACK!

 

“I just don’t know how he does it!” Cyclone wonders in amazement. “Citizen Drazon is able to block out the pain in his mind, and continue on as if nothing has happened! And continue taking it to poor Mr. Blackwell, who can’t believe his eyes!”

 

Drazon takes hold of Sacred and sends him across the ring with an Irish Whip, slamming him into the turnbuckles so hard he hits and rebounds back into the centre of the ring! Just to add insult to injury, Dawg falls onto one knee and…

 

 

 

 

DING!

 

 

 

 

… Hits Sacred right in the crown jewels!

 

“Now come ON!” Riley shouts in an outrage. “I know I’ve missed the guy, and I’m glad he’s back representin’ us vets, but that was a blatant Low Blow! That’s just not cricket!”

 

“Holy Zombie Jesus!” Comet cries in reply. “Citizen Blackwell may very be missing his meat and two veg after that… that… blow for justice!”

 

“For justice!? JUSTICE? Surely you cannot support Drazon’s actions against that poor, defenceless Australian boy!”

 

Matty Kivell suddenly sparks to life, ready to call for the bell, but Drazon snaps his vengeful glare in his direction, climbing to his feet and stalking the young referee. Kivell backs away slowly, stuttering out his promise that he won’t call for the bell. Drazon cracks a smile, turning back to Sacred who remains frozen on the spot, clutching his nether regions with a pained, deeply pained expression.

 

Drazon greedily steps forth, directing a kick into Sacred’s midsection and doubling him over. The crowd suddenly rise from their seats, sensing something will happen. Drazon doesn’t disappoint as he shoves Blackwell between his legs and locks him in a cross-armed position!

 

“It’s time for JD’s REVENGE!” Shouts Cyclone over the thousands on thousands of screaming fans, totally marking out like little kids. “He’s dusting it off after to so long to FINISH Citizen Sacred off right here!”

 

But it’s not to be, because if anyone knows this move best, it’s Sacred! The Aussie unhooks his arms quickly and reaches underneath Drazon, taking his feet out under him with a double leg takedown.

 

Taking a tighter hold of Drazon’s legs, Blackwell positions himself accordingly, holding Jamie’s legs underneath his arms as he stands up tall. The Australian then suddenly rolls onto his back, catapulting JD into the turnbuckles face first! Instead of letting the Hardcore Maniac go however, Blackwell keeps hold of his legs, letting Jamie fall back into his original position.

 

The Aussie suddenly springs to his feet, taking Jamie’s injured leg and spinning around, taking hold of the second leg! Drazon knows what Blackwell is trying to do and will have none of it, simply fighting through the pain and shoving Blackwell into the turnbuckle with legs! Sacred loses his grip as he thumps into the turnbuckle pads, but is determined to keep Drazon down, and strides out towards Dawg once again.

 

But Dawg is ready for him, planting his hands on the canvas to lift himself up, and using his right leg to spin around and take Sacred down with a Leg Sweep! Sacred falls on the flat of his back, at Drazon’s will as the Hardcore Maniac backs into the ropes, limping back towards Blackwell and dropping his knee across Sacred’s eye to open up the cut even further!

 

“Drazon wants to see red, and he does!” Comet yells, watching blood trickle from the wound. “Seeing Sacred getting cut up and bleed like that can only spur him on further!”

 

Not satisfied the first time, Drazon drops the point of his knee on Sacred’s handsome features, causing the blood flow to steadily increase and roll down Sacred’s face. The Australian tries to escape JD’s fury, but the Hardcore Maniac catches him as he attempts to crawl away, bringing him to his feet to meet him face-to-face.

 

Drazon lowers his body to easily lift Sacred up onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry position. The crowd stand to attention, beginning to cheer Drazon on as he places his hands underneath Sacred’s waist and chest, audibly groaning and visibly straining as he attempts to lift Sacred into the air with a Military Press…

 

The Australian counters as Drazon’s leg begins to buckle! Sacred swings around, taking Drazon’s neck underneath his arm and spinning around, ready to drop him with a Tornado DDT!

 

The Hardcore Maniac is wise to Sacred’s highflying capabilities and shucks him away, forcing he Australian to land back on his feet! Sacred backs into the ropes to gather momentum and makes another pass at Drazon, leaping onto his shoulders, trying to flip him over with an Ankle Scissors!

 

… But Drazon somehow holds on! The Hardcore Maniac digs in and grabs hold of Blackwell, letting him dangle precariously towards the mat! Sacred tries to swing himself back up onto Drazon’s shoulders, but, sensing his leg beginning to buckle, Drazon takes hold of Andrew and falls onto his back, throwing Sacred across the top rope throat first!

 

The crowd pops wildly for Drazon’s stout resistance to the Australian menace, and pop even more when Drazon climbs to his feet and hooks Sacred in a front face lock, and tightens his grip around Sacred’s throat, choking him without mercy before pulling Sacred down…

 

“NO!” Shouts Riley, fearing the move about to be hit…

 

 

 

 

BAM!

 

 

 

 

… And flooring him with an EVENFLOW DDT, grounding him face first into the mat!

 

As blood trickles onto the mat from Sacred’s massive gash across his eye, JD crawls over and hooks him by the leg for the pin! Kivell is somewhat apprehensive about counting for Drazon, and takes his sweet time before dropping his hand on the canvas for the…

 

 

O N E!

 

 

T W O!

 

 

T

 

 

 

 

H

 

 

 

 

 

 

R

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

EEEEEEEEEEEEE…

 

 

... NNNNNNOOOOOOO! Sacred’s pushes Drazon off his chest and breaks the count just in the nick of time! Jamie’s looks up at the fans that shower their hate for the Australian down on the ring. Drazon’s eyes grow wider and wider as his expression grows ever more menacing, just as he turns his head towards the referee, tired of his games.

 

Getting to his feet, Drazon hobbles across the ring, towering over Kivell who looks left and right for support, but none is forthcoming. The attendants at ringside shake their heads furiously; leaving Kivell to try and calm Drazon down, but the Hardcore Maniac has been set off…

 

“RRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAA!”

 

The fans rise as one and cheer as Drazon puts his hands on the shifty Mr. Kivell, holding him up by his collar, his fist raised ready to strike the defenceless official!

 

Before he can cause any bodily harm, Sacred makes the diving save, mercilessly taking out Drazon’s leg with a chop block!

 

“What a downright dastardly and deplorable deed by Mr. Blackwell!” Comet cries foully. “He doesn’t care how much damage he causes to that leg, he’ll just take advantage of Dawg’s injury to steal a victory away!”

 

“Are you still upset by this? It’s a legitimate tactic! And maybe if Dawg had kept his rage in check, he wouldn’t even be in this predicament. He’s dug this hole for himself, and will pay the price!”

 

Waiting and watching like a greedy vulture circling it’s fallen prey, Sacred grins, head down, ready to strike. The fans are in an uproar, calling for Drazon to do anything to put the evil Australian in his place. They watch on helplessly though as Drazon climbs back to his feet, only to have Sacred swoop on him and take him down from behind with another chop block to the knee!

 

“It’s utterly reprehensible behaviour, Robert! Citizen Drazon, in only his second match since his return, is being taken advantage of like an altar boy in a…”

 

“I thought I told you not to mention my childhood!” Riley says, putting his hand over Comet’s mouth in a muzzle.

 

The fans boo louder and louder after every blow, angered by the Australians actions, but they can’t do anything about it, and he knows it. Grinning form ear to ear, Sacred sets himself for one final run, simply waiting for JD to climb onto his feet…

 

The Hardcore Maniac soldiers on, stamping his foot, trying to get some feeling back into his leg, some blood flowing. Finally, he crawls towards the turnbuckles and employs their aid to stand on two feet, and Sacred makes his charge…

 

 

 

 

… WHAM!

 

 

 

 

… That sound is not Drazon falling to the mat in a crumpled heap, but Sacred, ramming himself face first into the turnbuckles! The crowd are suddenly brought back to life as Sacred puts a hand over his eye, blood trickling into his eye and flowing down his face. The Australian stumbles about, losing sight of Drazon as he tries to wipes the crimson red from his eye…

 

Suddenly, as he trips forward unaware of his surroundings, JD lowers his head and lifts Blackwell onto his shoulders, bringing him into the air!

 

“It’s… it’s the GANJA FILES!” Comet suddenly and happily cries. “Tough I condone the use of drugs, I have never been happier to see Ganja brought out for the fans!”

 

“This could be it! Sacred didn’t know where the hell he was, and stumbled right into Drazon’s clutches! But this can’t be it! Blackwell can’t fall to another hardcore menace!”

 

The fans watch on in awe, seeing Drazon slide inward, bringing Sacred over his shoulder, and trying to flip him over…

 

Drazon tries to bear the pain attacking his leg, ripping it apart, but all his weight is placed on the injured leg, and it suddenly tweaks, buckling under immense pressure…

 

… Allowing Sacred to land back on his feet safely! The crowd gasp as they watch Drazon drop to one knee, keeping is pride intact and hiding the absolute gripping pain. Sacred takes the injured leg and lifts it into the air, dropping it across his own knee, prompting one single cry of pain from Drazon as he falls onto the canvas, at Sacred’s will as he takes the injured leg once again and spins around it, grabbing the second leg and…

 

“THE DEPROGRAMMER! Sacred has that devastating Figure Four locked on, but will Drazon tap!?”

 

“He HAS to!” Comes Riley’s cry in reply. “This move tore Mak Francis’ leg apart, and where is he NOW? Drazon can hide his pain all he wants, but Sacred knows that the damage has been done, and it’s only a matter of time before…”

 

 

 

…

 

 

 

“Before…”

 

 

 

…

 

 

 

… He taps…

 

 

 

…

 

 

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

 

The bell finally rings as Drazon’s hand taps the canvas, and Kivell calls for the bell! The fans CANNOT believe what they just witnessed, and cry out in protest! Funyon squashes those protests as he gets on the mic and announces…

 

“The winner of this match via submission… SACRED!”

 

The Australian doesn’t even give anyone time to ponder the outcome before escaping with his USJL title and scampering back up the ramp way, leaving Drazon in his wake, but only just...

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The crowd of the Coleman Coliseum is electric as Smarkdown returns from a commercial break, the camera’s immediately settling on Cyclone Comet and Bobby Riley.

 

“We have had a SUPER night so far and it’s looking to get that much more super as we head toward the main event Fatal Four Way match to determine who Charlie Matthews will have to face at From The Fire before even stepping into the ring with the World Champion…” Comet is going full force, but is suddenly cut off by Riley…

 

“It’s going to be great! Charlie Matthews will have to deal with some punk that’s going to take his title…then he is going to get DESTROYED by the Maori in the main event! It’s going to be simply spectacular!”

 

“Now now, Robert…I’m sure Citizen Matthews is well prepared to take on all comers at From the Fire, as he did recently defeat nineteen other men in the Clusterfudge match. And speaking of those nineteen other men…”

 

“Nineteen men! Where? Where?” Riley gets riled up, but Comet is quick to rain on his pride parade.

 

“I was just saying, Riley, that up next one of the men from that match, Alan Clark, is going to be getting another shot at the Cruiserweight Championship, that is currently being held by the Bahama Bomber, Wildchild. If you recall, Citizen Clark almost took home a victory two weeks ago in Washington DC, but Thugg’s music came from out of nowhere, distracting Alan into a Freefall from the champion that eventually led to his downfall.”

 

“So how come he is getting another shot tonight?”

 

“Commissioner Stevens felt that with Thugg on the horizon for Clark to deal with, at his request mind you, that maybe while he is in the hospital recuperating he might want to have some gold to stare at, and since the distraction left the ending of the match a little foggy, it felt it was only his duty as a fair and abiding Commissioner to put on a rematch here tonight for all these Alabama fans!” Comet goes for the cheap pop as a rainstorm erupts throughout the arena, the sounds of thunder meaning that only one man can be making his entrance.

 

The screen fades to black and white, and as the opening lyrics of Bon Jovi’s “Wanted Dead or Alive” pipe through the loudspeakers, Alan Clark steps out from behind the curtain, looking a bit more somber and determined than usual…but that smile is still present. Above him, on the SmarkTron, two dark figures watch down on the entrance, one cast in a deep red shadow…the other cast in white. The crowd cheers for Clark as Funyon makes the introduction…

 

“Ladies and Gentlemen…the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL and is for the SWF CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP…

 

…Introducing first…coming down the aisle…hailing from Long Beach, California…he is…

 

ALAN CLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARK~!”

 

“Citizen Clark has been on a bit of a downward spiral as of late, and with those ominous words the world heard on Lockdown, today just may be the day that Lady Luck shines down on him.” Comet says as Funyon wraps his entrance. Clark stops at the base of the entranceway and turns around for a moment, looking up at the two dark shadows on the SmarkTron. A close-up of his face shows a soft smirk and the images fade away. Alan turns and rolls into the ring, getting to his feet and looking back at the curtain as the color returns to the screen.

 

“He may need more than luck on Sunday when he steps into a street fight with the monster Thugg!” Riley speaks the obvious as the arena is suddenly overcome by light blue and gold lights strobing viciously, signaling the entrance of the champion as “Let’s Get Dirty” explodes over the crowd, causing them to cheer and chant wildly.

 

“DUB-CEE! DUB-CEE!

DUB-CEE! DUB-CEE!”

 

Wildchild steps out from behind the curtain and stands at beginning of the entranceway, looking toward Alan in the ring, who only smirks. Funyon notices Wildchild waiting…

 

“And his opponent…coming to the ring at this time…he hails from the Bahamas and is the SWF CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WOOOOOOOORLD…

 

WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILDCHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILD~!”

 

“Funyon’s got some pipes on him…” Comet casually mentions as Wildchild sprints toward the ring, a shining Caribbean Blur, and slides under the bottom rope…

 

 

…and all the way out the other side!”

 

“What a ride that was! He could have killed himself!” Riley chuckles, but Wildchild spins as he exits the ring and lands perfectly on his feet, spinning in circles as he rips the Cruiserweight Title from around his waist and raises it above his head. The champion stops after a moment and rolls back into the ring, getting to his feet and handing his title over to referee Nick Soapdish, who can only stare at the human whirling dervish in awe. Alan stands across from Wildchild as Soapdish raises the title above his head and shows it to both competitors, who no doubt know all too well what is at stake. Soapdish calls for the bell as Wildchild runs at the ropes full speed, leaping off…

 

 

*DING DING DING*

 

 

…and he curls up into a small Caribbean ball and fires himself toward Clark, who was barely paying attention as the bell rang. Wildchild crashes into Alan and the two men fall to the canvas, causing massive cheers throughout the arena.

 

“And the human pinball launches himself and gets a good 1000 point shot right into Alan Clark at the opening bell!” Comet exclaims as Alan gets back to his feet, looking somewhat confused and wondering if he can get the number of the truck that just hit him. As he turns around to look, Wildchild comes off the ropes once more and spins his body around, bringing his leg up into the air and taking Clark down to the mat once more with a spine-tingling leg lariat!

 

Wildchild wastes little time as he pops over the downed challenger and leaps off the ropes once more, springing up and flipping backwards through the air and comes crashing down on Alan Clark’s chest!

 

“Asai Moonsault from the Champion…and a COVER!”

 

ONE…

 

 

TWO…

 

 

Alan Clark quickly kicks out and rolls up to his feet, and the two men immediately go into a collar-and-elbow tie up. Alan goes for an irish whip, only for Wildchild to reverse, putting the challenger into the ropes. As Clark comes back, he aims for a clothesline….but the champ ducks, and Alan hits the ropes once more. As Alan comes back for a second time, Wildchild spins and whips his leg into the air…but Alan dodges the leg lariat with ease and once again hits the ropes.

 

As Clark comes back for a third shot at the champ, Wildchild ducks down and sends Alan up and over his head with an armdrag takedown! Alan bounces off the mat and pops back up to his feet before taking another run in, only to be armdragged down once more. Alan shows a bit of frustration and his bare feet almost burn across the canvas as he runs in once more…but Wildchild drops down and aims for another armdrag…

 

…but Alan Clark leaps up and over top of the champion, completing a perfect somersault and landing on his feet, spinning around and facing the champion, who also rolled up to his feet. The two men stare across the ring at each other, taking a moment to catch their breath after the acrobatic explosion that just occurred The crowd shows their love, applauding wildly, leaving Riley a bit puzzled…

 

“What the bloody hell are they cheering for…they didn’t even do anything!”

 

“These fans just love the competition Robert!”

 

“Sure…whatever you say…” Riley still doesn’t get the point, but Wildchild and Alan Clark don’t seem to notice as they lock-up once more, with Clark spinning around the champion and locking in a wristlock, wrenching it back and causing Wildchild to squirm a bit in the pain. But all the squirming causes Alan to loosen his grip enough for the champ to reverse the hold, putting his own wristlock on Clark. Alan reverses the hold once more, and heads toward the ropes with the lock held tight, but Wildchild is prepared, whipping his body around and putting Alan into the ropes…

 

 

 

…and he flips to the outside!

 

“Alan Clark thought he was in control there, only for the champion to turn the tables and put him on the outside!” Comet exclaims as Alan hits the floor, a little dazed and dizzy from the reversals. Alan holds himself up on the ring apron…

 

 

…and is suddenly struck square in the face with a Bahamian baseball slide! Alan flies back and into the entranceway and tries to steady himself on an outside barricade, shaking off the kick that just met his jaw.

 

YAAAAHHHHH!

 

Alan Clark hears a yell from over his shoulder, and as he turns to look…Wildchild rushes up and walks on the barricade like a tightrope expert before diving off and toward the challenger, spinning through the air and almost decapitating Alan Clark with a HUGE leg lariat!

 

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

 

“Alan Clark could have been knocked out by that crazy move by Wildchild…and these fans are loving every second of it! What a bunch of freaks!” Riley yells as the champion pulls Alan off the mat and tosses him back in the ring, following quickly and going for a cover…

 

ONE…

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

KICKOUT!

 

“Alan Clark barely gets a shoulder up after that high-risk move on the outside from the champion!” Comet remarks as Clark gets to his feet with a bit of spring in his step and the two men go into another lock-up near the edge of the ring. Alan gets a slight advantage with his strength and goes for an irish whip…

 

 

REVERSED!

 

 

 

 

REVERSED AGAIN!

 

 

“Wildchild tries to reverse the whip attempt…but Alan reverses it right back and here we go!” Comet says as Wildchild hits the ropes and comes ricocheting off, gaining speed with every step….

 

LEG LARIAT!

 

 

BOOOOOOOOO!

 

“This crowd did NOT like that!” Riley chuckles as Alan Clark spins through the air and catches Wildchild with a leg lariat of his own, putting Wildchild down on his back in the center of the ring. Alan wastes no time in following up, coming in and flipping backwards through the air, coming down on the champion with a standing Shooter Star Press!

 

“Alan Clark hits Wildchild’s signature leg lariat and then follows up with the Rolling Stone and into a pin!”

 

ONE…

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

KICKOUT!

 

Alan does not screw around as the champion kicks out, pulling him up and whipping him into the corner. Wildchild hits the corner with a bit of force, looking a little dazed. Alan rushes in and tries for a spear, but as he does Wildchild hops up and somersaults over Alan’s back and goes down, hooking the challenger’s legs and rolling him into a pin with a perfect sunset flip… Soapdish is ready for the count…

 

ONE…

 

 

TWO…

 

 

THR-KICKOUT!

 

“Wildchild almost stole a win with that cheap pin!” Riley fumes at the announce table.

 

“Now now, Robert…there was nothing cheap about that! It was an impeccable counter!” Comet replies as Alan pops out of the pin and spins around, his face gleaming with frustration. Wildchild is ready as well, and quickly fires off a few swift kicks to Alan’s ribs. Clark steps back and drops down, spinning a full circle and trying for a Kombat-esque legsweep, but the champ is too quick on his feet, leaping up and flipping backwards, landing on his hands and springing up and back to his feet.

 

“By Zeus! What a sensational dodge that was!” Comet exclaims as Clark comes up from the sweet and is caught in the mush with another leg lariat from the champ, putting him down on the mat in the corner. Alan crawls back up and goes toward the center of the ring, trying to get back to his feet as Wildchild heads to the top rope…

 

“Wildchild is gonna fly!” Riley screams out as Alan gets to his feet and turns around just as Wildchild leaps from the top rope, spreading his arms and spinning a full 360 degrees in the air, crashing down on top of Alan in the middle of the ring!

 

“ANDROS DROP! COVER!”

 

ONE…

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

THREENOOOOOO!

 

“Clark barely got out of that! What amazing athleticism!” Comet continues as Clark rolls to the outside, trying to recover from the beating he has taken thus far in the match.

 

“If Clark can’t take this much pain from the Cruiserweight Champion…he may be royally screwed on Sunday when he has to step toe-to-toe with Thugg!”

 

“You may be right Riley…but LOOKOUT!!” Comet explodes out as Alan lays against the barricade recovering, only for Wildchild to rush across the top rope with acrobatic skill and perfection before diving off the top and heading to the floor…

 

 

…only for Alan Clark to MOVE OUT OF THE WAY!

 

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

 

The crowd chants as Wildchild lays on the floor after his body struck the barricade after a near 10-foot fall. In the ring, even Soapdish can’t help but cringe in between his counting…

 

…4…

 

Alan gets back to his feet slowly and moves over to the dazed champ, pulling him up and grabbing him near his left shoulder, whipping him out and toward the ring post before quickly turning direction and sending Wildchild back into the barricade. Wildchild’s back strikes the cold steel and a small yelp of Caribbean pain sounds out as he slumps over to the floor once more…

 

…6…

 

“That was sick! I like it!” Riley laughs as Alan pulls Wildchild off the mat and throws him back into the ring, following behind and shoving the champion down on his stomach before locking in a full nelson. Alan wrenches the hold back, causing Wildchild to scream out a little, as the pain in his neck from barricade shots has yet to go away. Before the torture can continue much further, the champ is able to reach his right foot out and catch it on the bottom rope, forcing the challenger to break the hold.

 

“Alan Clark seems to have zeroed in on the shoulders and neck of the champ after that high risk dive to the outside…” Comet mentions as Clark pulls Wildchild toward the center of the ring, keeping him down on his stomach. Alan leaps up and comes down hard onto Wildchild’s neck and shoulders with a knee drop, rolling through and coming up near the ropes.

 

With the champion still down, Alan hops up and bounces off the ropes and flips backward toward the center of the ring…

 

 

…and catches nothing but mat!

 

“Wildchild moved out of the way from the Asai Moonsault from Alan Clark…and he paid for it!” Riley exclaims as Alan holds his stomach in pain, as Wildchild gets up a head of steam and rushes in, looking for another leg lariat…but as he does, Alan grabs the outstretched leg and rolls his body down, sending Wildchild flailing wildly and striking the mat chest first. Alan releases the leg and quickly mounts the back of the champion, shoving his knee between Wildchild’s shoulderblades and pulls his wrists behind his back.

 

Alan pulls back, putting all of his weight into the center of Wildchild’s spine, forcing his arms to be bent in ways mother nature never intended them to be. The champion moans a bit in pain as his body is stretched out, and Soapdish stands over him asking for submission…

 

NO! NO! NO!

 

 

DUB-CEE! DUB-CEE!

DUB-CEE! DUB-CEE!

DUB-CEE! DUB-CEE!

 

“This crowd is really getting behind their champion now!” Comet yells out as Alan finally releases the hold and falls forward, turning his body and dropping an elbow into the same area where his knee just was. Wildchild slumps onto the mat and Alan rolls him over, going for a cover…

 

 

ONE…

 

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

 

KICKOUT!

 

 

“Wildchild almost lost his gold there…” Riley points out as Nick’s hand was only centimeters off the mat as the champion kicked out, much to the delight of the audience. Alan does not seem to pleased as he drags Wildchild up and spins him around, hooking in a waistlock. Clark pulls up with all his might and rolls his body backwards, sending the champion down onto his shoulders and neck with a hard German suplex.

 

WHAM!

 

Alan keeps his wrists locked and spins his body around, lifting Wildchild up and repeating the move, putting even more pressure onto the champ’s neck.

 

WHAM!

 

“By Zeus! Two hard Germans! And he’s going for a Third!” Comet exclaims as Alan repeats the suplex for a third time…

 

 

 

WHAM!

 

 

…and bridges into a pin!

 

ONE…

 

 

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

 

“WILDCHILD KICKS OUT!” Both announcers scream as Wildchild pops out of the bridge and rolls to his knees, then suddenly goes for a pin of his own!

 

 

ONE…

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

THREEKICKOUT!

 

“Alan Clark was almost surprised into defeat!” Riley exclaims as Alan kicks out and gets up to his feet, immediately throwing a kick into the gut of the champ and bringing a forearm down across his back, causing him to drop down to his knees. Alan rushes toward the ropes and springs off, coming back across the ring and leaping into the air, bringing his right foot smacking into the back of Wildchild’s head, causing him to slam face-first into the canvas.

 

“Running Enziguri! That could have knocked the champions lights out!” Comet yells as Wildchild rolls on his back, holding his neck in pain from the kick as Alan rushes toward the corner and leaps up, landing on the top turnbuckle and looking out toward the crowd.

 

With a good bounce, Alan pops off the top and spins like a top…a full 540 degrees, crouching his body into a ball before spreading out…and crashing down on top of Wildchild with a HUGE Frog Splash!

 

“JOY TO THE WORLD ON THE CHAMPION!” Both announcers are in unison once more as Alan stays on top for a cover…

 

ONE…

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREEEEEENOOOOOOOOOO!!!

 

 

“Alan Clark is STUNNED in the ring right now! He can’t believe it!” Comet comments as Alan looks at Soapdish, making sure it was really a two count. Soapdish confirms what the entire world knows…and the crowd starts up their chanting once more…

 

DUB-CEE! DUB-CEE!

DUB-CEE! DUB-CEE!

 

The chanting does little to help the champ however, as Alan pops to his feet and drops another knee down across Wildchild’s neck and shoulders, keeping all the pressure placed on those two areas any chance he can.

 

Alan drags Wildchild to his feet and shoves him into the corner, hitting a few stiff chops before backing away and leaping up, aiming for a rana out of the corner…

 

 

 

…BLOCKED!

 

 

 

THUD!

 

 

“BY MERCIFUL ZEUS! Wildchild just powerbombed Alan Clark straight into the mat!” Comet explodes as Wildchild stays on top of Alan, looking for a pin…

 

 

ONE…

 

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

 

 

THREE!!!

 

 

 

 

NOOOOOOOOOO!!!

 

 

“Alan Clark gets his foot on the ropes just before three count!” Riley comments as Wildchild looks a little stunned, still holding his head from the barrage of offense he has taken in the last few moments of the match. Clark’s foot falls off the ropes, and he rolls over to the them, using them as a makeshift ladder to get back to his feet.

 

Wildchild gets to his feet and pulls Alan up as well, flipping his body over and looking for a Inverted DDT. Alan tries to fight out, but the champion goes to the corner and climbs up to the second turnbuckle, keeping the inverted facelock hooked in as he leaps off and spins around, falling into a sitting position and driving Alan right into the canvas on the back of his head for the second time in about a minute and a half.

 

“Clark could be unconscious by the end of this match” Comet starts, and Riley interrupts…

 

“He could be unconscious now…if it wasn’t for the fact that he is moving…” Riley is right, Alan is moving a bit, but Wildchild quickly goes for another cover…

 

 

ONE….

 

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

THREENOOOO!!

 

 

Clark barely gets his shoulder up, leaving the crowd to continue their chants for the champion. Even Comet can see Alan’s reaction to the chants as he gets pulled back to his feet.

 

“Alan Clark…even dazed as he is…can’t be enjoying how much the crowd is staying behind Wildchild right now, especially since he feels he is doing the fans a great service this Sunday against Thugg.”

 

“He is doing them a service, Comet…he’s going into a war and getting DESTROYED! BWAHAHAHAHA…” Riley laughs maniacally as Wildchild whips Alan into the ropes, catching him with a stiff forearm as he comes back into the center of the ring. Alan’s head deflects of the forearm and he stumbles into the corner, his arms holding himself up on the top ropes.

 

Wildchild turns and faces Alan and sees a gold opportunity for mayhem as he rushes the other direction and builds up a good deal of steam before firing his body into the corner, leaping up and spinning a full 360 degrees and splashing down, sandwiching Alan between the turnbuckle and his chest.

 

“BLUE CRUSH!” Comet exclaims as Wildchild backs out of the corner and Alan stumbles foreward before falling flat on his face. The champion stays on the attack, dropping to the mat and driving his elbow into the back of the challenger’s head before going for another cover near the corner…

 

ONE…

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

THREEEEEEENOOOOO!!!

 

 

“Alan Clark is staying alive! And he doesn’t even like disco!” Riley quips as Alan rolls to the outside, trying to regain his bearings. Alan leans against the barricade for a moment and then turns to get back into the ring…

 

 

WHOOOOOOSH!

 

 

 

THUD!

 

 

…Only to be hit by a Caribbean Cruise Missile as Wildchild dives through the ropes and crashes down on top of Alan, sending both men into the barricade! Alan’s back strikes the steel and he falls down, and Wildchild seems hurt as well!

 

“The champion may have hurt himself with that suicide dive! He’s holding his head and just writhing in pain! This could be the turning point Alan needs right now!” Comet comments on the scene as Soapdish looks on in the ring, the only thing he can do is count…

 

 

…3…

 

The crowd begins their chants once more, but Alan is the quicker of the two making it up to a vertical base…

 

…4….

 

Alan gets to his feet and shakes his head, trying to release some of the cobwebs. Alan smirks toward the chanting crowd as he pulls Wildchild up to his feet and gives him a cold punch right in the mouth, causing a verbal warning from Soapdish, who stops the count just as Alan whips Wildchild into the ring. Clark pops up to the ring apron and grabs the top rope with both hands.

 

Alan waits until Wildchild is in perfect position before jumping up and springboarding off the top rope, somersaulting through the air and bringing his left leg down across the back of the champ’s neck with a crazy legdrop.

 

“Springboard Somersault Legdrop! What amazing agility from Alan!”

 

“Another amusing alitteration from the superhero simply known as Cyclone Comet” The joke runs its course half way through Riley’s spiel, but he finishes it because he’s a stubborn bastard as Alan makes the cover…

 

ONE…

 

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

 

THREEE!!!

 

 

 

NO!!!

 

 

“Wildchild barely gets his shoulder up and all this flying around seems to have taken something out of both men this late in the contest…” Comet remarks as Alan lifts Wildchild off the mat and tries for an irish whip…

 

 

 

REVERSED!

 

 

 

…Alan is sent into the ropes from the reversal and as he comes flying back across the ring, Wildchild leg lariats him down and then immediately fires off a standing moonsault, doing anything he can to pull out a win against the do-or-die Clark…

 

 

ONE…

 

 

 

 

 

TWOOOOOOO…

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

 

 

“Alan Clark won’t stay down!” Comet yells as Wildchild drags Alan up and tries for another irish whip, only for the challenger to reverse it mid-stream and send the Bahama Bomber into the ropes instead. The champ rushes back and Alan tries for a clothesline, but the speed of Wildchild isn’t diminished enough, and he ducks below, hitting the ropes once more.

 

Wildchild comes off the ropes and goes for a big cross body in the middle of the ring, but Alan catches the champion in mid-air! Wildchild fights to break free from the waistlock Clark has hooked on, but before he can he is draped over Alan’s shoulder and then whipped down, his body striking the mat with sheer brute force!

 

“SOUTHERN ROCK! Alan Clark could have just broken Wildchild’s back right in two!” Riley comments as Alan stands to his feet and rubs his head, waking himself up a bit.

 

“What is he going to do now?” Comet asks, but the answer comes quick as Alan heads to the corner and he climbs the turnbuckle slowly, trying to keep his balance nice and perfect. Alan gets to the top and perches himself, getting prepared to fly. He looks to his feet and makes sure they are in the correct position, his movements slow and deliberate as his head is pounding from the abuse it has taken.

 

DUB-CEE! DUB-CEE!

DUB-CEE! DUB-CEE!

 

Alan hears the chants and turns to acknowledge them, his face nothing more than a twisted smirk as he is in complete control. Alan turns back to face the ring and is suddenly met by the champion bounding up to the top rope, springing up and shoving his feet into Alan’s chest…looking for a Freefall…

 

 

“Wildchild is channeling himself from two weeks ago, when a distraction from Thugg put Alan down for a three count…but WAIT…” Comet says, and Riley yells out…

 

“BLOCKED!” He screams as Alan maintains his balance and grabs Wildchild by the ankles, causing the champion to flail and hang upside down, Alan using all of his strength to keep the champion from falling four feet head-first into the canvas.

 

“Alan Clark could have just saved Wildchild’s career right there after almost ending it…but what is he doing now?” Comet questions as Alan’s face is showing signs of his body struggling to pull Wildchild back up. Alan drapes Wildchild’s knees across his shoulders and brings his arms down, hooking his own arms around the waist of the champion…

 

“If he does what I think he is going to do…”

 

“By Zeus if he does!”

 

 

 

 

THUD!!!!!

 

 

 

The sound of Wildchild’s body being driven into the canvas echoes out through the arena, as Alan Clark pulled the champion into position and leaped off the top, using what strength he had left to spike Wildchild into the mat with a Super Powerbomb~!

 

“That was the craziest sight I may have ever seen! Alan Clark almost took another freefall off the top…only to block the move and then almost drop the champion into paralysis…but then Alan stopped that…only to THEN SLAM WILDCHILD OFF THE TOP WITH A POWERBOMB!”

 

“HOLY (BLEEP)” comes the call from Riley, which is censored from him, but not from the rest of the sold-out crowd, as they can be heard chanting over the count by Nick Soapdish…

 

 

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

 

 

ONEEEEEEE…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE…..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

*DING DING DING*

 

“Unbelievable!” Both Riley and Comet exclaim as “Wanted Dead or Alive” explodes over the PA System and Alan Clark rolls off of Wildchild, his body also in pain from the top rope powerbomb. The entire arena is stunned as Funyon makes the announcement…

 

“The winner of this bout…and NEEEEEEEW ESS DUUUUUUUBYA EFF CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON…

 

 

ALAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN CLAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRKKKKK~!”

 

Alan can’t even get to his feet as Soapdish raises his hand and gives him the Cruiserweight Title. Wildchild has not moved an inch since hitting the mat and the referee turns his attention back to him as Alan is able to roll out of the ring, clutching the belt in his hands.

 

“We just witnessed some of the most insane things I’ve ever seen in a regular match! Could this be a sign of things to come at From The Fire when Alan Clark squares off against Thugg in the big man’s final match of his career? Could we be seeing the dawn of the Clark Age in the cruiserweight division of the SWF! BY ZEUS WHAT A MATCH!”

 

“Damn, Comet…calm down…” is all Riley can say as Alan makes his way toward the back, giving out a few high-fives as he goes, and as Smarkdown heads to commercial, replays are shown of the match, ending with the gigantic super powerbomb that crowned a new champion…

[the.weej 0]

The logo for SWF Smarkdown flashes on the screen and then fades out to an aerial shot of the Coleman Coliseum in Tuscaloosa, Alabama. Fans are milling about…

 

…and then shrouded in darkness!

 

"We're back on Smarkdown," Bobby Riley announces, "and we're ready to continue tonight's action with an explosive tag match!"

 

The faces of John Duran, Va'aiga, Landon Maddix, and Todd Royal fill the SmarkTron to a steady round of boos, as a cloud of smoke fills the entrance area, illuminated only by the blue lights on the entranceway.

 

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAH!

 

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAH!

 

The boos only get louder as Sepultura's "Bullet The Blue Sky" kicks into gear and bursts of white pyro shoot off from either side of the entranceway. The lights come back on, and John Duran and Landon Maddix emerge from the smoke, Duran immediately raising his middle fingers in the air towards the Alabama fans, and Landon Maddix is accompanied by Megan Skye and James Matheson to the ring.

 

"And of course," Cyclone Comet begins, "the Unnamed are lining up for what will hopefully be their last appearance tonight."

 

"We can never get enough of the Unnamed," Bobby Riley counters, "the more we see them, the closer they are to getting their goal realized as the TRUE stars of the SWF!"

 

"Ladies and gentlemen," Funyon booms over the hard guitar riff, "this match is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, weighing in at a combined weight of 478 pounds…accompanied by Megan Skye and James Matheson and representing the Unnamed, they are Landon 'La Cucaracha' Maddix and THE NOTORIOUS JOHN DURAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!"

 

The shot cuts to a fan's sign reading, "I Believe in Todd," and then switches back to Duran and Maddix. Maddix leaps up to the apron as Duran steps up to it, and Landon turns around to offer Megan a helping hand, which she takes gratefully as Maddix holds the ropes for Megan, letting the lady go first and then going through the middle rope with Duran and Matheson once Megan goes to the center of the ring.

 

"This is the first time that Citizen Maddix and Citizen Duran have gone together as a team," Comet points out, "and I'm curious to see how they'll work together as a team! Mr. Maddix is used to working with Todd and Mr. Duran with the current SWF World Champion, no doubt. This is likely why Commissioner Stevens set the match like this! It will be a true test to see if these two will have the same chemistry separated from their usual partners!"

 

"The Unnamed, in any form, will definitely be able to fell their opponents," Riley speaks confidently on behalf of the Va'aiga-headed stable.

 

The lights dim as the crowd once again is buzzing, looking towards the entranceway.

 

The digital green words on the SmarkTron say it all.

 

[sTATUS: RELEASED]

 

The crowd explodes on those two words alone as "When Darkness Falls" by Killswitch Engage hits, and Janus walks through the curtain in his white trenchcoat. With a thrust of his arms--

 

BOOM

 

Black and white pyros shoot high into the air, the lights returning to full blast!

 

"And their opponents…introducing first, weighing in at 360 pounds and hailing from Sydney, Australia…he is the Anti-Heel Machine…TERRENCE 'JANUS' BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILEY!"

 

The crowd stretches their hands out to slap hands with the white-haired giant, and Terrence answers the prayers of a few die-hard Janus fans as the moves down the ramp. Duran's eyes are locked onto Bailey and John has an emotionless look as he watches Terrence move down the ramp.

 

"This could be a big showdown tonight," Comet hypes, "as both Citizen Bailey and Citizen Duran are scheduled to face off in less than a week at From The Fire!"

 

"I know Duran though, Comet," Riley boasts, "and he'll make sure that he doesn't get into any sticky situations with that freak of nature in the ring."

 

Once he reaches the foot of the ramp, Terrence whips his white trenchcoat off and throws it over to the ring steps. On that note, Duran, Maddix, Megan and Matheson all leave the ring and watch from the outside of the ring as Terrence rolls under the bottom rope. The Anti-Heel Machine rises to his feet and gives a thumb up to the crowd but then turns his attention to Duran, focusing on him as a flare seems to jump in Bailey's eyes.

 

The lights go out, once AGAIN, as the crowd is once again lost. However, the first riff of "Some Kind of Monster" plays and the crowds cheers surpass that of Terrence's and are explosive as a single spotlight shines down on the entranceway as Charlie Matthews makes his entrance!

 

"And his tag team partner, weighing in at 301 pounds, from Kansas City, Missouri... CHARLIE... GRAPPLER... MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTHHHHHH-

HHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWS!"

 

The ovation for Matthews is amazing as Duran and his tag partner Maddix can once again only glare at the 2004 Clusterfuck winner as he makes his way down the ramp, accompanied by the spotlight. Once he reaches the base of the ramp, the lights come back on and the spotlight fades away, the crowd generating a loud buzz as Charlie enters the ring, standing tall with Janus as they discuss how to go about starting the match while also keeping an eye on Duran and Maddix.

 

"This is a big tag match for both sides, Robert," Comet mentions in the idle time between Matthews' entrance and the beginning of the match.

 

"Most definitely, Comet, they'll both be looking for momentum going into the huge From The Fire PPV, especially Matthews! Grand Slam, in all his genius, has scheduled an Intercontinental Television Title match on the same night that Grappler will be wrestling for the World Heavyweight Title!"

 

Matthews and Terrence have seemed to reach an agreement as Matthews goes to his corner, leaving Bailey standing tall in the ring. Seeing that the Anti-Heel Machine will be starting this match, Duran immediately nominates Maddix to start off the match. The crowd doesn't like it, but Maddix enters the ring against the much taller Janus anyway as Duran cautiously steps up onto the apron, not wanting to awaken the beast inside of Janus--not yet, anyway. Once Maddix enters the ring, the referee for tonight’s tag contest turns to the timekeeper and calls for the bell.

 

*DING DING DING*

 

“And we’re underway here on Smarkdown!”

 

However, things don’t get off to a blistering start. Maddix sizes up Terrence, looking very formidable as Terrence has barely moved since entering the ring. La Cucaracha circles around the big man, Terrence remaining face to face with Landon and turning his body to keep up with the speedy Maddix. Finally, Landon gets a confident smile on his face and reaches his arms up to lock up with the big man.

 

“Ooh, big mistake,” Comet notes, stating the obvious.

 

Janus puts an end to the whole lockup idea with a hard push of Maddix into the nearest turnbuckle, as Landon hits with gusto and automatically arches up, holding his back in pain! Terrence slowly plods over to Maddix, bringing his right hand back and then crashing it into Landon’s skull as the Knuckle Bomb connects! The referee immediately goes to interfere, however, trying to get Terrence out of the corner before he destroys the Unnamed member any further.

 

“That’s right, ref!” Riley shouts, “Get in there before Terrence rips poor Landon’s head off!”

 

“Citizen Maddix is quite a bit smaller than Citizen Bailey, so it’s no surprise that he’s in trouble this early in the match.”

 

The referee is able to get between Bailey and Maddix as “Stripes” holds back the Anti-Heel Machine. Maddix holds his face and shakes out the cobwebs, suddenly seeing his opportunity and taking it immediately, running up and catching Terrence off guard with a flying forearm! Maddix is able to land on his feet, but Terrence doesn’t fall down. Landon quickly turns around and backs away from the Anti-Heel Machine.

 

“It’s going to take a lot more than that to take this big man down,” Comet points out, “especially from the much smaller Landon Maddix!”

 

“Will you quit focusing on the size of the competitors in the ring, Comet?”

 

“Why?”

 

“Because your girlfriend wasn’t complaining last night.”

 

“...I don’t have a girlfriend, Robert. That was probably just my sidekick wearing a wig.”

 

“...Oh. Well, he was still pretty good.”

 

“That’s pretty disgusting there, Robert, but back to the action!”

 

While Comet and Riley are chattering on the outside, Landon ducks down and comes up with a hard European uppercut, connecting against the chest and chin of Janus! Bailey is only staggered, however, and the crowd’s cheers for the Anti-Heel Machine as a frustrated La Cucaracha leaps into the air, getting some serious hang time as he extends his legs out and catches Terrence with a standing dropkick! Matthews is getting a bang out of it in the corner but Megan and Matheson are worried on the outside as the standing dropkick has no effect!

 

“Come on, Janus, you big bastard!” Riley yells at the big man, “go down!”

 

Maddix gets up to his feet and still sees the giant Terrence towering over him, but Janus does nothing as Maddix backs into the ropes and then comes charging at Terrence, once again leaping up into the air and rebounding of Terrence’s body, flipping himself over in a moonsault and landing on his stomach. There is a smattering of applause for the Dropsault, but Maddix once again gets up to find that the Anti-Heel Machine is still on his feet! However, Maddix doesn’t have time to get off another move, as Bailey latches on to La Cucaracha’s blonde hair!

 

“Uh-oh,” Comet warns of the impending offence from Terrence, “this could get really ugly for Citizen Maddix.”

 

And it does, as Terrence rears back and then comes forward with a crushing headbutt, sending Maddix right down to the mat as he once again holds onto his face in pain! Maddix immediately has the ring presence to go to the corner for a tag, as the crowd boos Maddix’s cowardly manoeuvres to get away from the huge Aussie. Terrence simply allows Maddix to go into the Unnamed corner, not wanting to impede his progress and simply staring a hole right through Duran--who is holding the tag rope.

 

“No, no Maddix!” Riley yells, trying to correct Landon, “you don’t want to tag Duran in, it’s not supposed to work that way!”

 

However, La Cucaracha reaches the corner and the referee is ready to make the call that the tag was made...but as Maddix lunges for the tag, Duran steps off the apron! The boos are even louder now for Duran’s refusal to get into the ring, and Megan is in shock as Landon’s manager glares at the Notorious One. However, Matheson defends Duran, calming John down.

 

“Phew,” Riley sighs out, likely needing some comfort himself, “Duran was almost stuck in the ring with that...monster!”

 

“But what a terrible thing to do to a fellow stablemate, Robert!”

 

“Those are the rigors of the job, Comet,” Riley explains in a simple tone, “Landon should’ve known that this would happen before he got into this match.”

 

The crowd has a nice little chant for Duran’s actions:

 

DURAN’S A PUS-SY! *clap clap clapclapclap*

DURAN’S A PUS-SY! *clap clap clapclapclap*

DURAN’S A PUS-SY! *clap clap clapclapclap*

 

Maddix’s mouth is agape as he looks at Duran, and Duran firmly stares back and then glances at Terrence. Landon doesn’t get time to do anything else, as Terrence comes up from behind Maddix and brings him up by his hair, dragging the last SJL champion to the other side of the ring where Matthews hand is firmly gripped around the tag rope, and he doesn’t back down from a tag by the Anti-Heel Machine as Terrence leaves the ring and Grappler enters to the roaring cheers of the fans!

 

“And here comes Citizen Grappler,” proclaims Comet.

 

“Oh shoot,” Riley curses, “I forgot my pillow!”

 

Maddix is defenceless to stop the Grappler, as the #1 contender to the SWF World Heavyweight Title goes on the offensive. Maddix remains on one knee as Matthews brings his meaty arm down and slams it against the back of Landon, keeping his opponent down on the mat. Maddix tries to find the power to lift himself back up, but Charlie smites him again with another clubbing blow to the back as the crowd roots the Grappler on.

 

“The funny thing about this, Robert,” Comet begins, “is that Duran probably doesn’t want a piece of Grappler either!”

 

“...That’s not funny! Look at poor Landon!” Riley whines.

 

Landon gets to his feet and stumbles backwards a bit, but Grappler keeps Maddix within range and grabs La Cucaracha by the arm, sending him into the far ropes! Maddix rebounds off the ropes, and Grappler lifts a big boot up, catching Maddix right in the face and sending him straight down to the mat, much to the delight of this Tuscaloosa crowd! With Maddix down on the mat, Grappler falls down into a lateral press on Landon and hooks the leg as the referee counts the pinfall!

 

ONE...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO-KICKOUT!

 

Landon is able to kick out just before the count of two. The crowd doesn’t like it, but Megan and Matheson applaud.

 

“Well, at least Landon was able to get that boring idiot off of him,” Riley says bitterly.

 

“He won’t last much longer against the strong style of Citizen Grappler, Robert.”

 

Grappler rises to his feet and brings Maddix up by his hair with him. The referee warns Grappler about pulling on the hair, but Grappler releases it soon enough and grabs La Cucaracha by the arm again, once again sending him into the ropes. On the rebound, Grappler goes for a clothesline...but Maddix ducks under it! Landon is able to stop his momentum and turn around, only to crouch down and charge forward, taking out the legs of Grappler!

 

“Yes!” Riley exclaims with joy, “finally, it’s time to see Landon actually get to wrestle!”

 

With Grappler on the ground, Landon turns him over onto his back and then stands tall over Matthews, for once. Charlie is prone on the ground as Landon leaps up into the air, falling backwards and spinning through the air as he lands with a standing shooting star press, right onto the hairy chest of his opponent! The referee hits the mat to count the pinfall, but Landon isn’t going for the pinfall.

 

“That might be a crucial mistake by Citizen Maddix,” Comet analyses, “he has to keep Citizen Matthews on the ground for as long as possible if he wants to keep on his feet in this match.”

 

“I think he’s finally going to go for the tag, Comet!”

 

Sure enough, Maddix heads over to the Unnamed corner, and with Grappler on his back in the ring, Duran is more than happy to latch onto the tag rope and extend his hand out to La Cucaracha. As the two slap hands, the referee acknowledges the tag and Duran enters the ring after receiving a few choice words from Maddix. Duran glares at Landon for a moment and then goes over to the Grappler, who is beginning to stir himself back to his feet as the crowd boos the tactics of the Unnamed team.

 

“Now the playing fields are evened, Comet!”

 

“I don’t know about that...”

 

Duran taunts the crowd for a moment with a middle finger or two, getting around 5,000 middle fingers back in return as he slams his right boot into the back of Grappler, putting him right back down on the mat as he delivers another stomp to the back of Duran’s most-hated enemy. Duran looks at the crowd with a smug grin on his face and then leaps into the air, extending his right leg out and draping it over the back of Grappler’s head as the legdrop connects with booming success!

 

“Woo woo! Go Duran go!”

 

John quickly works his way to his feet and lifts his arm into the air in a confident pose, walking around the ring as Matheson rants and raves about Duran while Megan only politely applauds the Notorious One. Duran’s line of vision turns to the Anti-Heel Machine in the corner, and his outstretched arms turn into middle fingers towards Terrence! The crowd boos harshly until Terrence tries to enter the ring! The referee runs over right away and restrains Bailey as the crowd’s boos only get louder!

 

“That’s right, referee,” Riley comments, “keep order in this match and keep that lunatic out of the ring!”

 

“Oh, come on, he was provoked, Robert!”

 

Duran turns his back on Bailey and laughs at his opponent for From The Fire, turning back to Grappler as he returns to his feet. Grappler is still doubled over, however, and Duran comes out of nowhere, bringing his right knee up and crushing it into the face of Matthews, sending the big man into the ropes. John is right there, however, grabbing Grappler’s arm and sending him into the opposite ropes with an Irish whip. Grappler rebounds off the ropes, and Duran lumbers towards the center of the ring and catches the big man, stopping Matthews’ momentum and lifting Grappler up in the air, slamming him right back down with a hard belly-to-belly suplex!

 

“Listen to that crowd, Comet, they are loving every bit of this action!” Riley proclaims, hard to hear over the rousing round of boos from the Alabama crowd.

 

“You must certainly be delusional.”

 

“It’s the drugs I must’ve been taking before I had sex with your girlfriend--”

 

“--sidekick--”

 

“--don’t remind me.”

 

Seeing the current Clusterfuck champion laid out in the middle of the ring, Duran backs off the ropes and drops a callous knee across the forehead of Matthews on his way back. Rather than capitalise on this, Duran decides to once again taunt Janus, holding out his arms in a 'come and get me' kind of motion. Unsurprisingly Janus responds by attempting to enter the ring, getting held back by the referee once more.

 

"Janus needs to realise this is a tag..team..match" Riley says in irritation. "Grappler's the legal man, so Janus should be keeping his 'Anti-Heel' ass on the apron where it belongs..."

 

Whilst Janus is being restrained, Grappler has gotten to his feet. Duran catches sight of the hairy chested one, charging quickly to tackle Matthews into the Unnamed corner...where Maddix quickly takes the tag rope, and begins to wrap it around Matthews' neck!

 

 

“BOOOOOOO!!!”

 

 

"This is two on one for crying out loud!" yells Cyclone over the jeering crowd.

 

"Landon's doing nothing wrong Comet. He's on the apron where he should be."

 

"He's choking Matthews with the tag rope!!! Last time I checked that's not in the rules of professional wrestling."

 

"If Janus stayed out of the ring, this wouldn't be happening. Blame him."

 

Resigned to defeat, Janus decides to go back to the apron...at which point Landon quickly unravels the tag rope, and puts on his best look of innocence. Duran meanwhile has Grappler right where he wants him, balling up his fists and driving a series of punches to the body of the number one contender. As each strike connects gusto, Grappler's face begins to contort in a mix of anger and pain. Eventually Duran backs off...turning back to Janus, and balling up his fist deliberately...Matthews unable to get out of the corner, due to Maddix grabbing a sneaky hold of his trunks. Duran nods to Janus before coming back...and nailing Grappler with a big right hand to the face!

 

"YEAH!" Riley beams. "A Knuckle Bomb by Duran!"

 

"Oh please Robert...Citizen Duran could NEVER hit a Knuckle Bomb like Janus."

 

"Ooh, mehmehemehme...shut up Comet."

 

Landon now extends his hand to his Unnamed tag partner, but The Notorious One ignores it...busy dragging Matthews out of the corner. With another impressive show of strength Duran scoops Charlie off his feet, and slams him down to the canvas. Now Duran tags out to Maddix, the kid coming in cockily as he sees Matthews in trouble.

 

"LANDON SUCKS!!!

LANDON SUCKS!!!

LANDON SUCKS!!!"

 

Undeterred by the chanting ringing out around him, Maddix begins to use some 'fancy footwork', waiting for Matthews to get up. Slowly the number one contender does, getting met by a right hand from Landon on his knees. Another jab connects, followed by a left cross...neither having any effect, as Matthews continues getting to his feet, to the upmost shock of Maddix! More out of desperation than anything, Landon swings with a right, catching Grappler well, but again not phasing him!

 

"Oh...god." mumbles Riley. "Landon! RUN!"

 

Rather than run, Landon hits another right hand, obviously not learning his lesson properly. Just as Matthews prepares to fight back, Duran manoeuvres around the apron towards Grappler...prompting him to turn around smartly, and knock Duran flying off the apron with a right hand!

 

"RAAAAAHHH!!!"

 

Matheson quickly runs over to check on the Notorious One, as Grappler turns around...

 

...and gets poked in the eye by Landon!

 

 

"BOOOOOOO!!!"

 

"A desperate move by a desperate man Bobbo!"

 

"Hey...you do what you have to do when you're in the SWF. If Matthews can't take a thumb in the eye maybe he should find another job...like selling beds."

 

"That was pathetic even for you."

 

With that one jab in the eye connecting, all the cockiness seems to flood back into Landon's body instantly. Landon gets the footwork back, and starts to mock the slightly lumbering Grappler...even giving the number one contender a cocky slap around the head! Quickly Maddix sprints away from the big man and into the ropes, coming back with an attempted leaping clothesline. However, Landon finds himself caught in the bear like grip of Grappler...and DRIVEN to the mat with a vicious STO!!!

 

"This is it for Grappler! His chance to make it to Janus!"

 

Matthews begins to crawl towards the corner, looking to tag in Janus. Duran is now up on the outside...but, as he looks into the ring to see the Anti Heel Machine ready to come in, and Maddix looking for a tag himself, Duran conveniently has a 'relapse', and falls back down! Maddix can only look on despairingly, as there's no-one to tag...

 

 

 

...AND JANUS...

 

...TAGS...

 

 

...IIIIINNN!!!

 

"Janus is in. And is Landon Maddix is trouble now!!!" yells Comet.

 

"This isn't good..."

 

"...too right it isn't good Robert. Maddix is in Janus's sights...and Janus is in no mood to play tonight!"

 

The Anti-Heel Machine strolls across the ring, in no unnecessary hurry. Landon pulls himself up in the corner, but subsequently finds himself trapped in it, with Janus blocking him in. Megan can't watch, as Janus reels back and hits a Knuckle Bomb, the force propelling Landon into the air, and causing him to land laying across the top rope. Quickly Janus scoops his hands under Landon's body, and with frightening ease lifts the two hundred and ten pounder off the ropes, and presses him HIGH into the air. There's no escape for Landon, as he gets press slammed to the mat, and hard. Janus drops to his knees, and pulls one of Landon's legs up to make a cover...

 

 

 

ONE...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO...

 

 

 

 

...Duran finally jumps to the apron, which Janus reacts to...jumping off the cover, and charging towards his arch-rival. Quickly Duran jumps back from the apron to avoid the on-coming Janus, and flips him off again! The now angered big man starts to exit the ring, only to be jumped from behind by Maddix...still not looking too healthy. He manages to back Janus into the corner though, and stomp away at him as Megan is vocal in her support from the outside.

 

"It seems nothing will get Duran into the ring with Janus tonight..."

 

Grabbing the arm of Janus, Maddix un-successfully tries to irish whip the big man across the ring. Trying again, this time he surprisingly moves the three hundred plus pounder...but, it seems Janus has other ideas, reversing the whip and sending Landon across the ring. By now Grappler is up, and standing in Landon's way with a big boot to the jaw, which Maddix runs straight into! Now Janus walks over, as Maddix finds himself looking up at two angry three hundred pound men, both ready to tear his head off. The only thing Landon can think to do is drop to his knees and beg off...which doesn't work, as Matthews boots him hard in the chest.

 

"Poor Citizen Maddix...he looks like a child in there with Citizens Janus and Matthews."

 

"But he's not a child. He beat Annie Onita!"

 

"Yes...well, only because of a ridiculous stipulation."

 

Dragging 'La Cucaracha' up to his feet, Janus and Matthews pull him towards the centre of the ring. Matthews quickly drops down to one knee, leaving his other exposed...as Janus grabs a hold of poor, defenseless Landon by the throat. The crowd roar their approval, as Landon is hoisted seven feet in the air...and chokeslammed onto Grappler's knee!!!

 

 

"OOOOOOHHHHHH!!!"

 

The crowd gasp in shock, as Landon is left squealing out in pain in the middle of the ring. To pass the time Matthews quickly locks his legs around Maddix's waist with a body scissors, as Janus meanwhile implores Duran to get into the ring. It seems however the Notorious One has picked up a rather 'sudden' knee injury, and doesn't want to. Maddix is being checked for a submission in the meantime, which still doesn't bring Duran in.

 

"Citizen Duran would rather lose this match than face up to Janus!" Comet points out. "You can't tell me Robert that John Duran doesn't fear Janus!"

 

"I can and I will!"

 

"Then why doesn't he get into the ring to save his partner."

 

"His knee hurts. Can you not SEE that...he's standing right in front of you!"

 

Duran continues to favor the knee...so a frustrated Janus turns around, and tells Grappler to release the body scissors. Usually he wouldn't...but knowing Janus wants to deliver some pain, Matthews is more than happy to play his part. The helpless Maddix is effortlessly thrown into the corner, and nailed with a knee by Janus. One from Grappler follows, as Janus quickly backtracks across the ring, glaring down at the 'injured' Duran as he gets to the opposite corner. Just incase, Grappler holds Landon in place...as Janus charges across the ring...

 

...but Landon dives out of the way of an avalanche attempt, and Janus crashes up and over the top rope, hitting hard on the concrete floor! Matthews looks down on him in shock, as Maddix starts to fire away with right hand to the back. Just as Matthews begins to fight back, he's then suddenly joined by John Duran...his knee seemingly fine now!

 

"Oh...and NOW Duran comes into the ring!"

 

"What a model professional that man is! Fighting through the excruciating pain for the good of his tag team partner."

 

Grappler finds himself on the end of punches and knees from both Unnamed members, before being thrown across the ring with a double irish whip. Duran and Maddix join hands in preparation for Matthews' return, but Grappler sees the double clothesline attempt coming and ducks under...catching Duran in the gut with his arm as he goes. Maddix turns around and is immediately hoisted onto Grappler's shoulders, as Duran slowly starts to turn as well. Adjusting himself Matthews then starts to spin around with an airplane spin...his position perfect, as in mid-swing Maddix's legs catch the turning Duran flush in the face! The Notorious One stumbles backwards, and falls out of the ring as a result. Matthews drops Landon from the airplane spin moments after and pulls him in...

 

 

...TO THE BEARHUG~!

 

"BEARHUG!!!" Comet screams out. "This match is over!!!"

 

 

"BOOO - RIIING

 

BOOO - RIIING

 

BOOO - RIIING!!!"

 

The crowd start up their sarcastic chanting, as Matthews gradually tightens his grip around The Disciple's already weakened waist. Landon tries to reach out for some sort of escape, but it's a futile attempt as he's far, FAR away from the ropes. Grappler again tightens the grip he has on Landon, who is still being checked by the referee for signs of life...

 

...as in desperation, James Matheson jumps up to the apron. Matthews sees his former manager yelling abuse his way, and dumps Landon to the side to try and extract a little revenge on him. Freezing on the spot, Matheson suddenly is unable to move, as Matthews closes in, but luckily for him Megan Skye scuttles over, and pulls him out of harms way. Still, Grappler is momentarily distracted, allowing Duran to sneak back in and clobber Matthews from behind.

 

"This is ridiculous Bobbo. It's four on two!"

 

"No, that's where you wrong my spandex loving friend. It's four on one...Janus is still seeing stars on the outside."

 

Duran spins Matthews around and whips him into the ropes, waiting for the number one contender to come back before crouching down...lifting Matthews off the mat with a spinebuster attempt. However, he catches wind of a Maddix shout and holds Grappler in mid-move, whilst The Disciple runs off the ropes. He leaves his feet majestically, hooking his arm around Matthews' throat as Duran falls forward...the duo driving Matthews to the mat with the old 'Hart Attack'. Quickly Duran rolls over with a hook of the leg...

 

 

 

ONE...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

KICKOUT!!!

 

Angrily Duran slams his hands down on the mat, as Janus tries to pull himself back into the ring, but receives a baseball slide dropkick to the face from Landon. Behind him Duran pulls Matthews up off the mat...but Matthews shrugs away Duran's arms, and tackles Duran forward, sending both The Notorious One and himself crashing through the ropes to the outside.

 

“Woah…both men go crashing to the floor…and all manners of hell are breaking loose Robert.”

 

“Just the way it should be Comet…good, clean, chaotic fun!”

 

As Matthews and Duran exchange right hands on the outside, Maddix sprints towards Janus and goes for a cross-body…but the big man catches him, and hits a front powerslam! Janus quickly hooks the leg…

 

 

 

ONE...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

...DURAN NAILS JANUS!!!

 

 

"YEAH! Now who's scared Comet!?!"

 

"Well, Duran had to hit Janus from behind..."

 

"Ah, just meaningless details."

 

 

Duran cockily smiles down at Janus, until the bigman begins to angrily clamber to his feet. This causes Duran to bail from the ring, but Janus is in hot pursuit. Landon meanwhile is getting chance to recover in the ring, but not for long as Charlie Matthews is beginning to roll in.

 

Back on the outside, and Duran is still retreating from Janus, who looks ready to maim judging from the scathing look on his face. In an attempt to buy himself some time Duran unlocks the top half of the steel steps and throws them in Janus' way, but the big man just grunts and throws them aside.

 

Whilst this is going on, Matthews is now closing in on a clueless Maddix, who has just reached his feet. Breathing a sigh of seeming relief, Maddix brushes himself off and slowly turns around...and receives a big boot to the jaw, which flattens him in an instant. Now, with Landon down and Duran out of the way, Grappler calls for the end, to widespread cheers from the Alabamans.

 

"It seems the Grapmeister is ready to deliver Landon an abrupt Wake-Up Call!" Comet beams.

 

Suddenly, as if on cue, James Matheson jumps up onto the apron to distract Matthews. Quickly Landon tries to capitalize by charging at Matthews from behind, the wily veteran fails to fall for the trap…sidestepping the on-rushing Disciple, and pushing him on in Matheson's direction. Maddix JUST manages to put the brakes on before colliding with Matheson, but Matthews is already charging...

 

...Maddix moves...

 

 

...GRAPPLER WIPES OUT MATHESON!!!

 

 

"RRRAAAAAAHHH!!!"

 

The crowd explode as Matheson goes flying off apron and to the floor. Megan scuttles over to check on the fallen manager, as Duran stops nearby to check on his fallen manager too...which allows Janus close enough to grab a handful of Duran's hair!

 

 

"YYYYYEEEAAAAAHHH!!!"

 

The crowd erupt, as Janus finally gets his hands on a fearful Duran...The Notorious One left with no place to go. The bigman is relishing his chance, slowly curling his hand up into a very angry fist. Behind him in the ring, Landon Maddix is climbing up to the top rope looking to dive out on the big man. Janus turns to see him, but as Landon reaches the top strand, Matthews is back to pull Landon off and send him crashing to the canvas.

 

"Duran is caught...and there's nobody to help him Robert!"

 

"This isn't fair...this isn't right. They're supposed to fight at From The Fire...and...this isn't fair damn it!"

 

Now with no-one to bother him, Janus begins to reel back with his right hand...

 

 

...DURAN GOES LOW!!!

 

 

"BOOOOOOOO!!!"

 

 

"Yes...right in the J-hole!" shouts Riley.

 

"The what!?!"

 

"He's Janus...you know...like anus."

 

"That's not funny. That's almost as despicable as that lowblow Duran had to use to escape from Janus' clutches."

 

"Hey, if Janus can't cope with the Notorious Tactics, he should keep his nose out of the Notorious One's business!"

 

As Janus slowly crumples to the concrete floor holding his nether regions, Duran begins to get his breath back from the near-maiming experience. Back inside the ring, Matthews is busy firing right hands at Maddix in the corner. The weakened Disciple can find no answer to the blows...taking about five or six before Matthews finally allows him to stagger out from the turnbuckles. Charging forward Grappler tries to clothesline Landon out of his boots, but only succeeds in hitting thin air as Maddix ducks. Quick as a flash Landon hits a swift backhand blow to the back of Grappler's dodgy neck, before turning him around and booting the hairy chested one hard in the gut. A front facelock follows, but Matthews immediately spins out behind Landon and shoves him against the buckles again. Landon rebounds onto Matthews' waiting shoulders...and in one swift movement finds himself Judgment Slammed to the mat!

 

"Judgment Slam by Matthews, and Maddix has GOT to be on his last legs."

 

"Comet, I said earlier, don't count Landon out because he's o...WUH-UH!"

 

Grappler again signals for the Wake-Up Call, as he scoops Maddix up from the mat and locks in a quick front facelock. Maddix tries to squirm free, but the grip is too tight and a knee to the gut helps neutralize Landon. Quickly Grappler throws Landon’s arm over, and grabs a hold of the tights…giving a quick look towards the crowd before hoisting Maddix high in the air. Suddenly, Matthews stumbles slightly…as Duran has a grip of his foot from the outside! Matthews tries to kick away, but in the end Duran tugs his feet away causing Maddix to fall on top…The Disciple quickly placing all his weight on Matthews’ broad shoulders…

 

 

 

 

 

 

ONE…

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

 

…Matthews goes for a kickout…

 

 

 

…but Duran grabs the legs from the outside, holding them down…

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREEEEE!!!

 

“NO!” yells Comet in shock, as the final count is administered.

 

 

“BOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

 

 

“Here are your winners…the team of LANDON MADDIX…AND JOOOHHHN DUUURRRAAAN!!!”

 

The crowd are in total shock, as Maddix leaps off Grappler and gleefully jumps to his feet. Duran, Megan and Matthews are already scuttling up the ramp…and we soon see why, as Janus has rolled into the ring with a steel chair…

 

 

CRRRAAACCCK!!!

 

RRRAAAAAAAHHH!!!

 

Janus nails Maddix in the back with a VILE chair shot!

 

“The Anti-Heel Machine has snapped!” Comet shouts.

 

Maddix drops to the mat, as Janus stands pointing up at Duran threateningly as he retreats up the ramp. Janus is meanwhile left standing over the writhing Maddix, as Matthews is left complaining to the referee at the cheap nature of his shock defeat.

 

“The Unnamed have stolen the victory tonight…but Janus damn sure got the last laugh. Will it be the same story at From The Fire…when Janus and John Duran engage in war!”

 

Duran and the two Unnamed associates continue their retreat from the ring, leaving their fallen ally for fear of the vengeful Janus…as Smarkdown cuts to a commercial break.

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(The camera hums back to life revealing the Alabama fans all rallied up for the main event! The Coleman Coliseum is simply electric as the SWF’s Smarkdown is winding down. The camera pans down through the throngs of fans until it finally settles down right by ringside).

 

“Welcome back loyal SWF citizens! I am Cyclloonnne Comet and my side kick here is Bobby Riley-” Comet begins.

 

But Riley cuts him off quickly and says, “We’ve been over this. I’m not your side kick; I’m your partner…”

 

“…Partner in justice!” Comet cries out.

 

“No, just your partner in an announcing job that does not pay enough,” Riley quips back. “Anyway this is Smarkdown, we’ve had an eventful show and now it’s time for the main event.”

 

“That’s right we’re so close to From the Fire and such a big match here is definitely going to affect this federation! Citizen Charlie Matthews is going have to work double time, defending his ICTV title AND facing the Maori Badass. This four-way tonight will decide who he will defend that belt against. In a No DQ four-way first pin fall or submission wins match we have taken the Hardcore Queen, Ann Onita. Then we took the Insane Luchador, Andrew Rickmen. Next we added a little Hollywood with Spike Jenkins and finally we threw in a Spectacle- Mike Van Siclen! These four competitors will have to duke it out tonight for that chance to face Matthews!” Comet explains.

 

“I really don’t see how Spike and Insane Luchador weaved their way in there. I mean, how does IL still have such a fan base? Man, losers must get the most fans,” Riley concludes.

 

“That’s not true Robert, otherwise you’d have more fans than the ‘Fabulous Five’,” Comet quips back as the fans do a classic “OOohh.”

 

Funyon’s voice cuts in. “Ladies and gentlemen… it is time for your main event- it is a four way, no disqualification, and first submission or pin fall wins the shot at the ICTV Championship at From the Fire!”

 

A pleasing, melodic song begins to hit the speakers and fans all know it’s the entrance of Mike Van Siclen. But ten seconds into the song a guitar kicks in and two thunderous blasts of white pyro sets off! The third and longest blast starts. Mike walks through the pyro with a smug look on his face.

 

“Introducing first… from Harrison, Illinois- weighing in at 231 pounds… he is the Spectacle, MIKE VAAANNN SICCCLLEEENNNN!” A mixed reaction responds to Funyon’s announcement.

 

The blue eyed and long black haired Mike Van Siclen begins to walk down to the ring with his shirt off, black wristbands strapped on and long black tights that have maroon “MVS” interlocked. He slaps one fan’s hand before pausing at ringside, throwing up an arm, getting another mixed response. With that done he climbs up the steel steps and walks onto the apron before entering through the middle rope. He wanders off to the far corner and rolls his shoulder blades, ready for a fight.

 

“The noble Matthew Kivell will be your referee and I feel somewhat bad for such an outstanding citizen because this is likely to get ugly,” Comet predicts.

 

The fans don’t have to wait long before “Risky Gamble” begins to play and all attention is turned to the SmarkTron. Onita is sideways in her suit, arms out and making a “gun” out of her fingers. The angle whirls around as the song keeps going but finally the angle is straight on Ann. She “shoots” right as the song becomes harder and a dazzling blue pyro explodes on the entrance ramp. Within that second Onita and her sister step onto the entrance ramp. Ann’s black hair is down at her shoulder, the suit, the powder blue fedora, powder blue tie, and black button down tie make up her usual attire. Her sister is just a step behind her, wearing similar attire but with the suit being a dark blue with white pinstripes.

 

“Isn’t that the same colors you wore at the Christmas party?” Cyclone asks Riley in reference to Ann.

 

“No!” Riley looks, “Oh wait, yeah, that is pretty close…”

 

“Introducing next from Tokyo, Japan… weighing in at 175 pounds… accompanied by her sister Allison… ANNNN ONNIITTAAA!” The fans cheer wildly.

 

The two walk down as Ann holds up the cigar near her mouth with a smirk.

 

“Odd she has a cigar… I mean I usually associate those with…” Riley instantly stops as Comet elbows him and clears his throat.

 

The sisters hit ringside and Allison parts to one side as Ann turns around to the crowd, throwing her hat to the fans! She rolls into the ring and stands up, walking over to the far corner near Mike Van Siclen, and cautiously watches him.

 

Within seconds after a drumbeat explodes and the fans go wild! “The Gauntlet” by Dropkick Murphys kicks up and a pyro orgy with red, black, white, and green explodes on the close sides! The song continues to play on as the smoke from the pyro wisps into the air. Finally the main chorus is hit and Insane Luchador leaps onto the stage! With his orient colored eyes, black spiked hair with those dark green streaks, the baggy khaki cargoes, and the rather tight fit black and red “Zero or Die”, with those worn down black skate shoes make up IL’s attire.

 

“Next, hailing from Easton, Pennsylvania… weighing in at 201 pounds. INNNSSAAANNNEEE LLLUUCCHHHAADOOOOOR!" The fan’s cheers don’t cease as Insane Luchador sprints down the aisle, slapping fan’s hands!

 

He dives right into the ring, rolling up and choosing the corner diagonal from Mike Van Siclen with an intimidating, psycho grin. Matthew Kivell stands in middle of the ring and wonders why he does what he does for a living. Siclen just talks trash to Luchador from across the ring.

 

The lights dim down and tons of blue lights begin flashing all over the arena! “Not Today” by Hotwire explodes and Spike’s loyal fans scream with cheers. It is only a matter of seconds before Spike Jenkins steps onto the stage with his hood covering his face. White pyro explodes and he hops around getting every body part ready for this match. Well aware of everybody waiting he begins to walk down the entrance ramp, focusing his eyes on the ring.

 

“From Hollywood, California… weighing in at 225 pounds… SPIKE JEENNNKKKIINNNNSS!” The fans go insane for “Hollywood.”

 

Jenkins cuts his usual routine and quickly tugs down the hood and the jacket right at ringside. He tosses it to the side near the steel steps before he rolls into the ring. He stands up and leans against the corner diagonal from Onita.

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

The four wrestlers each charge towards the competitor diagonal towards them! Spike takes down Ann with a quick dropkick and Siclen throws out a clothesline! But Luchador is able to tuck under it and he hits a mini-spear, driving Mike back into the turnbuckle! Andrew quickly hops onto the second rope and he begins to drill Van Siclen with right hands! Ann and Spike both collide into a grapple which ends with Onita being whipped into the ropes.

 

“Quick way to start this one off,” Comet says.

 

Onita catches Spike off guard as she leaps into the air and tackles him with a Crossbody while Siclen clutches IL around the waist and walks out of the corner. He quickly takes Luchador down with a spinebuster and all four competitors find themselves scrambling back to their feet. Spike throws out a kick but Onita catches it, stepping over the raise leg, and leaping into the air with her own kick that nails him! Siclen and Insane Luchador exchange left and right hand punches in a flurry. Jenkins cripples to the mat and Ann quickly slides on her knees to Jenkins, hitting a textbook headlock. She tugs him up to his feet but Spike overpowers Ichiban, shoving her off and into the ropes!

 

Andrew Rickmen misses a right hand punch and slips forwards, giving Siclen the chance to catch his wrist, tug him forward. He ends the attack with a clothesline that sends IL to the canvas. But he keeps the hold on the arm, violently jerking Luchador to his feet. Siclen wretches IL's arm into a hammerlock and Andrew throws back his free arm with an elbow! It connects and dazes Mike, allowing Luchador to follow through with an arm drag! Van Siclen hits the canvas but rolls forwards, springing to his feet-

 

“He gets up but only to get nailed by Jenkins with a huge axe kick! Jenkins follows through with the grapple as Insane Luchador has seemed to target Ann now,” Comet says.

 

Rickmen lunges out for the grapple but Onita ducks under it and comes up with a knee strike to IL’s gut! She quickly locks on a front headlock and falls for the DDT! It barely dazes Luchador who rebounds quickly and the two find themselves standing there again. Andrew throws a surprise karate kick to Ann’s ribs and then smacks her with a left hook on the opposite side to her cheek while she flinches from the kick! The force of the punch sends her teetering on one foot slightly bent over from the waist. He makes the best of this chance by lunging out and wrapping his arms around her petite waist- then hoists her up and over in a gutwrench suplex! He hooks the leg for a quick cover,

 

 

ONE! But Jenkins is already there with an elbow drop to Insane Luchador. He quickly grabs Andrew by the back of his head and tugs him up. He tries to grab at his opponent but Rickmen by instinct throws an elbow strike from behind! Spike gets nailed in the ribs and he takes a step back, allowing Luchador to turn around and leap out, hitting a reverse bulldog!

 

“Citizen IL seems very ‘on’ with his game today,” Comet says sounding impressed.

 

“Well after not having a single win it’s about time,” Riley retorts.

 

Siclen stalks over to Ann who’s on all fours. He grabs her and lifts her up to her feet, only to simply toss her across the ring towards the ropes! Ann hits and rolls right near to the ropes and to numerous boos Siclen follows. He charges and drops down, hitting a baseball slide to Onita’s back that sends the Hardcore Queen falling to the outside! Her sister is quick to stand over her, trying to pick Ann up. Mike grins cockily as he rolls out of the ring. He towers over the two sisters but only to get nailed with a kick to his chin by Allison!

 

Comet chuckles and reminds everybody. “Allison knows something about self defense also.”

 

Siclen reels back and Ann’s well enough and charge out and hit a dropkick! He smacks against the steel guardrail and hooks his arm over the other side, trying to pull himself up quickly.

 

In the ring Insane Luchador ducks under a high spinning kick attempt by Jenkins and he responds with a straight punch to Spike’s face! The momentum and the punch send Spike flat onto his BUTT on the mat, where he gets nailed with a swift kick to the face! Andrew grins as he grabs Spike Jenkins by the leg and forces him to flop over. He quickly leaps into the air and puts one knee right on the back of Spike’s knee, driving it down brutally into the mat! The fans wince and even a few jeers are heard as Luchador gets to his feet, watching Jenkins flop over and clutch his knee.

 

“It seems pretty extreme but Spike does rely on his speed with his legs to do a lot of his work, so maybe this is a smart move.” Comet throws out the idea.

 

“Or perhaps it’s just more prove that IL is sadistic,” Riley quips back.

 

But Spike is a trooper and rolls to his feet. The two collide into a grapple but Andrew Rickmen quickly locks in a front facelock before grabbing a handful of his pants then pulling him over in a snap suplex. The two get back to their feet, Jenkins getting up more slowly.

 

On the outside Annie grabs Siclen by his hair and rolls him back into the ring, sliding in also. Onita grabs Siclen and whips him into the ropes as Andrew does the same to Spike- both opponents heading parallel on the same side. IL gets an idea as he watches Siclen charge, making him hop onto the top rope and leap off, turning around mid-air and nailing a flying clothesline! On the other side Ann Onita is able knee him in the gut and brings him down with an elbow smash to the face! Jenkins reels back and Ichiban charges at him, she leaps into the air and gracefully wraps her legs around her neck. Within the blink of the eye Spike finds himself on the mat, a victim of hurricanarana. Ann’s quick on getting back to her feet. Instantly she drops and hits a leg drop. She glances over at Insane Luchador who’s getting nailed with wicked chops from Siclen! Onita nimbly rushes over from behind Siclen and locks in a full nelson, the fans busting into cheers as IL takes the chance. He hits a roundhouse kick that nails Siclen square in the jaw! The cheers get even louder as Onita gives Andrew a face and he nods.

 

“They freaking arranged to double team? That’s not fair!” Riley cries.

 

Comet sighs. “Silly Robert, no, it’s not arranged. But it’s a good idea to really wear down two competitors together than have to fight the ‘partner.’ This is all wrestling 101 really,” Comet adds.

 

Andrew grabs Mike’s torso as Ann lifts him from the full nelson lock and the two slam him down on the mat! The friendly alliance then turns their attention to Spike. He's clinging onto the middle rope, tugging himself up. Andrew gets there first and he tugs Spike up by his blonde hair. Jenkins throws punches and fends Rickmen away, but only to have Ann nail him in back of the head with an elbow strike! Spike reels around and the fans break into cheers with some jeers as Onita grabs the back of his head and leaps up- nailing him in the face with her knee! Jenkins simply reels back and Andrew stands there, slightly hunched over and waiting. Finally Spike is in reach which allows Rickmen to lunge out, wrapping his arm around Spike with the front headlock! He falls for the first DDT but holds on and tugs up for the second! He drops down again and tugs up, his one arm high into the air for cheers. Finally he points to the ropes at Onita who runs over, trusting Luchador as he falls, hitting a third DDT! Spike is just planted on the mat near the ropes and Ann has to hop over him straight onto the middle rope where she uses her aerial skills to hit the springboard lionsault! She quickly gets to her and points to the ropes again, making IL shrug with indifference. He kneels besides Spike and holds onto his head, lifting it into the air and then pounding it down! But right as IL glances over and notices Ann’s a bit off line to hit Spike-

 

“Oh! That alliance crumbles quickly as Andrew Rickmen gets nailed with a spin kick from Onita!” Comet cries.

 

Onita quickly covers Jenkins as Luchador grabs his head and rolls off to the side. Allison immediately grabs his ankles and tugs him out, making sure he won’t break the pin.

 

“ONE” Some fans chant while the others hiss at Onita.

 

 

“TWO” Siclen saves himself the match by charging over and tugging her off Spike by her wrestling boots. She quickly flops over to her back as Siclen’s still crouched down and he gets hit with a kick to the face! Onita gets to her feet quickly and charges at Siclen. But Siclen simply raises his feet up high and into Onita’s path, who smacks against the ground in pain from a desperate big boot!

 

Meanwhile across the ring Insane Luchador is to his feet while Spike is barely to his knees. Andrew grabs his hair and jerks him up, only to have Jenkins begin to angrily drill him with punches in the abs! Rickmen lets go of Spike’s hair and Jenkins shoves his opponent away then leaps into the air nailing him with a dropkick. Andrew falls to the mat but rolls up very quickly now pissed off. The two collide into a grapple and Spike nails a knee to IL’s gut! Andrew bends over and Spike slides his arms to wrap around Rickmen’s waist! He quickly pulls IL into the air, his legs slung over Jenkins’ shoulders.

 

“I smell powerbomb!” Riley proclaims with glee at the fact of Luchador potentially getting hurt.

 

Spike takes a step forward before dropping Luchador onto his neck! Then Jenkins stomps away at IL who almost giggles while rolling away, clutching his neck.

 

Near the turnbuckle and the ropes Onita locks in a front headlock and grabs a handful of Mike’s black tights, but Siclen grapevines his foot around Ann’s leg and blocks it. Ann frees her leg and suddenly tugs up causing MVS to be held vertical into the air. The fans suddenly break into cheers as they see Spike charging! Ann panics and doesn’t know what to do but suddenly sees Jenkins bend down and leap high into the air, soaring with a dropkick! He nails Siclen right near the upper chest and the sudden weight change causes Onita to topple over! Mike Van Siclen finds himself released and free-falling back first from the ring onto the cold, hard cement! Ann hits the ropes awkwardly and nearly bails out but she holds onto the rope.

 

“What an innovative way to deal with both competitors!” Comet proclaims with a complement. “He dropkicks Siclen in the chest and he goes flying to the outside and it sends Ann onto the ring apron!”

 

Small choruses of “HO-LY SHIT” chants break out but they die down quickly.

 

Spike gets to his feet and jumps forward, hitting the Hardcore Queen with an axe kick that sends her falling to the outside also! Jenkins spins around feeling good but only to be inches away from the Insane Luchador! He moves back into the ropes and throws a side kick! But his leg gets caught and Luchador tugs on it, Jenkins hopping on one foot. Spike throws out punches that IL expertly dodges and soon the two have switched places. Andrew shows a rare side of technical thinking as he rolls forwards while grasping the leg, tackling his opponent to the mat and ends it with a toehold!

 

“Rarely does Citizen IL actually focus on a body part- he must have it out for Citizen Spike, or wants to make sure to slow him down, or has more of a plan.” Comet thinks out loud.

 

“Or he just needs to be banned from the federation. That would work.” Riley claims and the fans audibly don’t agree.

 

During the submission on the outside Siclen knocks Allison to the ground with a high knee and tugs up her sister. Ann tries to throw a palm strike in defense but MVS is able to avoid it and he hits a spear! He continues to run with Annie with this shoulder barge and spear hybrid, smashing her violently against the stairs as they dislodge! Fans wince and jeer as Mike shows no mercy, pulling her up immediately. He pauses before lunging out which gives Ann the chance to hit a knee strike to the gut! She quickly locks in a headlock and points to the dislodged stairs, going for the bulldog! But Siclen plants his hands on her back and shoves her away and bit and when frees his head. Before Ann can react he has her in his clutches for the backdrop! But he does a spin just so he can fall out making Onita smash against the steel steps!

 

Meanwhile in the ring Jenkins finally clutches the ropes and IL takes his sweet time letting go. Spike grabs his leg before rolling to his feet and nearly wobbling while approaching Luchador. The Insane Luchador lunges out after Spike and comes crashing down with a headlock but Jenkins is too resilient for the DDT to be hit! He grabs Luchador around the waist and barely picks him into the air before turning around, smashing his back against the turnbuckle and then turning back around, sliding his head free then dropping him to the ground.

 

On the outside Onita and Allison both battle Siclen, who is dodging kicks and throwing strikes as they approach the announcer’s table.

 

“Oh Christ,” Riley says as Mike grabs a hold of Ann and simply chucks her over to the table where she hits and slides on the table, knocking over various items. The two commentators back away wearily as Ann in her rage rips up one of the monitors. Cords following the small television set like entrails. Allison occupies Siclen by throwing various kicks and elbow strike attempts, Siclen catching an arm and Irish Whipping Ann’s sister right into the turnbuckle post on the outside! Her head collides with the metal and she crumbles down as the sickening thud echoes. Even more pissed off Siclen turns his head to see Annie and flash-

 

Comet can’t help but to turn his head right as the monitor’s corner nails Mike right in the corner of his head! Siclen clutches his forehead and reels back in pain.

 

“Jesus! What a hit! What a bitch!” Riley yells in response.

 

Ann drops the monitor and hops onto the apron, charging towards Siclen-

 

“But the wily Citizen Spike Jenkins out of nowhere throws out his arm and just knocks her head off with a clothesline!” Comet yells as the action increases.

 

Kivell stares at the mess of the match and walks over towards the ropes, trying to convince them to get back into the ring. Siclen hits back first into the guardrail where it’s very clear where Ann hit- because the crimson blood gushes out of the gash in his head. He swoops down and to the disgust of the fans uses Allison’s tie to wipe off his blood! He then rolls into the ring where Andrew Rickmen is being thrown over in a belly-to-belly suplex! Rickmen nearly bounces off the mat and smacks against the turnbuckle diagonal from the competition. Mike takes advantage of the oblivious Spike by grabbing both his arms and crossing them then dropping to the mat in a sit-out, legs spread, and hitting the crossface halo!

 

“One of Mike’s signature moves! This could actually do it!” Comet yells as Spike makes a face of shock and agony.

 

Riley squints to the ring, unable to see without his monitor. “I hope so, being without a monitor sucks,” he whines.

 

Siclen attempts to apply more pressure as Spike can’t find a proper reversal.

 

“SPIKE! SPIKE! SPIKE!” The fans cry in a booming chant.

 

Kivell asks Jenkins if he taps and Spike refuses. Spike’s leg shoots out by the ropes and Siclen’s aware of his terrible ring placement. He quickly shifts the hold so his back is near the ropes and Jenkins is even more stranded. But from behind Mike is oblivious to Ann who’s climbing onto the apron…

 

“Uh-oh,” Comet simply says.

 

Onita springs off the top rope and shifts her body weight to the side, nailing Mike with a side kick to his already bleeding side! His hold goes lax and Jenkins breaks rolling out towards the center of the ring. Only to notice the Insane Luchador smirking as he’s soaring through the air! His legs connect with Spike first and he hits a hurricanarana with such force and momentum that Spike is thrown off to the side at an insane speed! Unable to stop himself he continues to roll before he plops onto the outside! Insane Luchador charges at Ann, who’s got a grasp on Siclen’s chin and nailing him in the battered side with a punch, blood on her knuckles.

 

“You know those bloodstains are a bitch to get out,” Riley advises.

 

Onita releases Mike, who rolls out of IL’s charge, and she tries to hop backwards onto the turnbuckle…

 

“But Citizen Luchador catches her with a rare gore that literally shakes the ring!” Comet proclaims. “He has been particularly brutal, but I guess it’s survival of the fittest.”

 

“Exactly… but not insane, so I still think Mike will take this one.”

 

Andrew backs away with his insane grin as he watches Onita just collapse to the mat. Rickmen turns around and sees Jenkins rolling back into the ring. He slowly paces up as the fans all anticipate. He puts his right leg slightly ahead and he lashes out before Spike can even look up! But his superkick attempt is ill fated as Jenkins ducks under! He then pops up and hits the right kick to Luchador, then he hits a quick left! Before Andrew can react he gets clobbered in the face with a kick and while stumbling back Spike completes his combination with a swinging sit-out neck breaker! The fans go insane as Spike makes the cover,

 

“ONE!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“TWO!” Siclen is on his feet, droplets of blood leaving a trail…

 

 

 

 

 

“THREE!” The fans cry but everybody groans as Siclen makes contact right before the hand hits the mat! Kivell calls for the two count and Spike rolls away, letting Mike nail IL with the second elbow drop that was intended for him!

 

On a roll Jenkins stands up and uses the bionic elbow to send Siclen off guard! He takes a big step forward before leaping off his feet and throwing his leg straight up for an axe kick! But Siclen catches his wrestling boot and holds his leg up too far to keep his balance. He tries to retaliate by throwing his free leg out in a kick but Siclen jerks the leg back with a twist- making Spike fall flat on his face! Quickly he finds himself in a bad position! Siclen puts his foot between Spike’s legs and tugs both legs back violently, hitting his signature move- the Rectal Stretch!

 

“It’s one of Siclen’s famous moves that Robert here’s no stranger to!” Comet snickers.

 

“Wait, what is it called? Damn it, Ann knocked all of my papers off the desk…” Riley searches for his notes.

 

Insane Luchador is at his knees, looking up at the blurred vision of what’s going on right in front of him. In fear of Spike tapping, as Kivell asks, Andrew scrambles to his feet, charging and nailing Siclen with a clothesline! Spike quickly crawls away and uses the corner to help get up. Rickmen pants as he stands in the corner watching Mike crawl towards center of the ring. Andrew runs up and nails a kick underneath into Siclen’s ribs that sends him flopping to the mat. To continue the streak he falls to his knees on his opponent’s chest and begins to pound him in the face! The blood splatters with each pound and flaking blood seemingly floats away as Jenkins simply watches in the corner. But his eyes catch Onita finally rolling into the ring and seeming refreshed diagonally.

 

“Wasn’t a bad idea for her to basically play possum, now she’s more refreshed,” Comet says, placing his words between the pattern of the thuds of IL’s punches.

 

But Siclen’s arm shoots out and clutch IL’s shoulders and forces him to flop over. Andrew rolls over onto all fours and MVS gets ready to hit his finisher! But Spike suddenly charges and hops onto IL’s back, using him as a springboard before he leaps out, nailing Ann with a flying leg lariat! Behind them Mike tries to get the move but IL quickly scrambles away. The two rush to their feet and charge with their last reserves of energy, colliding into a grapple like two elk. Back and forth it goes before Andrew hits a knee to the gut! The fans go insane as he tries for the headlock! But Mike slips away and nails him with a kick to the ribs! Luchador flinches and another kick makes him double over! The few dying cheers go into intense jeers as Siclen wraps his arms around Luchador!

 

“He could be going for the Riot Act!” Riley squeals.

 

Meanwhile Jenkins and Ann exchange blows and kicks until Onita dodges an overthrown punch. Spike reels towards the ropes and a powerful kick to the back of his head sends him tumbling to the outside! She then turns her attention to Siclen, knowing this could mean the win for him! She charges quickly and lunges out hitting a Crossbody that soars above Luchador! The two hit the mat and MVS rolls off to the side, his injured head nailing the canvas, leaving another bloodstain.

 

“It would really suck to be the cleaners of that mat. Icky,” Riley comments.

 

Andrew Rickmen stands tall, unaware of Jenkins charging after him behind him! But he glances back and sees Spike flying for the bulldog so Luchador ducks! Jenkins descends right at the feet of Rickmen, who delivers a vicious kick to Spike’s head! Luchador glances over at Ichiban who is sending stomps to MVS! Andrew slowly creeps behind Ann! He grabs her quickly with a full nelson hold and he forces her towards the turnbuckle! Fans everywhere go nuts as Luchador climbs up to the top turnbuckle and barely even lifts Onita before slamming her down with the Brink of Insanity! He rolls up and stumbles forward only facing Mike.

 

“Siclen seems to be the only one left after Luchador’s just snapped and used his spurt of energy and movitation. It’s as if he drank a Pepsi MAX!” Comet cries.

 

He watches Mike stumble to both knees, neck dumbly hung over the corner. But Andrew can even react; Allison grabs MVS’ neck from the outside and gets revenge by pulling his throat across the bottom rope! Luchador turns around again, seeing Spike standing there and throwing out a super kick! Andrew ducks under and tackles Spike with a spear! He quickly sees his shot and grabs Jenkins’ legs, twisting them over in a Boston crab! Jenkins’ face shows the pain instantly and Kivell lowers and asks if he wants to quit. Jenkins shakes his head no and Luchador laughs. He holds up the hold, elevating it before hopping into the air and tugging back, landing bottom first onto Spike’s back! Jenkins cries out loud in pain but still refuses. He’s completely stuck in the middle of the ring, the fans split in who they are rallying against. Slowly yet surely Van Siclen is desperately crawling, wiping the fresh blood away… he gets to his feet. He then staggers forward but Spike’s hand slaps against the mat!

 

 

DING! DING! DING! “AND NOW YOUR WINNER VIA SUBMISSION AND NUMBER ONE CONTENDERSHIP TO THE ICTV CHAMPIONSHIP… IIIINSSSAANNNNEEEE LLLUUUCCHHHHAADOOORR!” Funyon cries out to numerous cheers!

 

“Brutally done, but well done. Well faithful citizens, remain outstanding and we’ll see at From the Fire!”

 

-Screen fades revealing everybody’s disappointment except for IL’s happiness as he rolls out of the ring while “The Gauntlet” plays.-