the.weej 0 Report post Posted March 8, 2004 (We go without proper intro because I didn't get anyone to write one. Oops. Oh well, this will do.) There is a murmur about the Staples center in Los Angeles, as spectators gad about as they get to their seats, concessions in hand. They are preparing for tonight's action, the SWF PPV event, From the Fire. Tonight, heroes will be made and legends indellibly etched into SWF history. But before all that... the lights dim, and silence overcomes the arena. A single spotlight beams down on the one and only Funyon, standing in the center of the ring, as a deep voice calls out, "Ladies and gentlemen! Would you please rise for our join national and PPV anthem..." Funyon clears his throat as the hum of a keyboard fills the Staples center, before being shredded by a cutting guitar riff! He raises the mic to his mouth, and... "She moves like a mystic Like a priestess tall and pale She lays down the mystery All her secrets are unveiled Wherever I look I see her there Wherever I go you know she's there And she takes posession she has control Next to you I can Touch The Fire And when the fever takes a hold Next to you I can Touch The Fire Her words fall in echos Ringing bells like gypsy rhymes She has the power No believer can explain Wherever I look I see her there Wherever I go you know she's there And she takes posession she has control Next to you I can Touch The Fire And when the fever takes a hold Next to you I can Touch The Fire I feel the heat pumping in my veins Next to you I can Touch The Fire I see myself going up in flames Next to you I can Touch The Fire Wherever I look I see her there Wherever I go you know she's there She takes posession She has control Next to you I can Touch The Fire And when the fever takes a hold Next to you I can touch the fire I feel the heat pumping in my veins Next to you I can Touch The Fire I see myself going up in flames Next to you I can Touch The Fire She takes posession Touch The Fire Touch The Fire I feel the heat pumping in my veins Next to you I can Touch The Fire I see myself going up in flames Next to you I can Touch The Fire!" The crowd lauds the beautiful rendition of the PPV's less-than-totally hard rockin' theme, as we fade to the card... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
the.weej 0 Report post Posted March 8, 2004 Card: MAIN EVENT TWO STRAIGHT FALLS MATCH, WORLD TITLE Charlie "Grappler" Matthews vs Va'aiga So it all comes down... to this. So it all comes down... to the fact I couldn't think of a better line. Ahem. For the last six weeks, Charlie Matthews and Va'aiga have been trading barbs, beatdowns, and dramatic, steely staredowns. It all comes to a head at From the Fire, as the 2004 SWF Clusterfuck winner faces off agains the world champion, and man who EJECTED him from his stable upon his victory. The stage is set. But just like so many times in the past, Va'aiga has one decided advantage... he's not wrestling in the opening match of the PPV as well. Rules: The first man to score two consecuitive falls over his opponent is declared the winner and SWF World Champion. Regular DQ, countout, pinfall and submission rules apply. (If I've stuffed any of this, please correct) Dace Night vs ??? And as is a pre-requisite for all PPVs, the ???-man makes his contractually obligated appearance. Dace is a bit confused about this one... he knew he wasn't sure what he'd be doing for From the Fire, but he didn't think it'd be a mystery match. Rules: Standard singles match. _-_WARNING_-_ It's a selection of hardcore brutality so serious, it needs its own section cordoned off on the card! Mothers, put the kids to bed and have Katie bar the door, because good god there is more barbed wire in this part of the PPV than between the Manginot and Siegfreid lines. GRUDGE MATCH STREET FIGHT HVille Thugg vs Alan Clark For three weeks, Alan Clark has been running his mouth, and when taking a pause, letting a sledgehammer do the talking for him. He's aggrivated the HVille Thugg, instiaged a match, and now faces high odds of getting discombobulated by the former, two-time SWF world champion. But it's not just any match: It's a street fight, where no rules apply... and there's nothing to stop Thugg from ripping Alan's head off and parading it up and down the streets of Los Angeles. It's entierly possible that he's being underestimated, after dethroning the incomprable Wildchild for the crusierweight title last show... but can Clark's ass still cash the cheques he's been writing with his mouth? Or is this tender going to bounce higher than his head off the pavement? Rules: There aren't any. HARDCORE TITLE 200 LIGHT TUBES MATCH Aecas vs Toxxic Though Toxxic is an impressive rookie who's scored a few unlikely victories in his short tenure with the SWF, Aecas is a tenacious, frightening competitor, who just happens to be the hardcore champion, and is definitely his biggest challange yet. At From the Fire, they throw down in... in... well, shit, do I really need to describe this? The real question being posed here is "Will you respect me in the morning?" And the answer: Aye, lad... after I've picked up my limbs, anyway. Rules: There are 200 light tubes stacked outside the ring, and threaded through the ring ropes... which also happen to be wound around with barbed wire. Lovely. Two limb and/or major internal organ loss limit, please, and if there's a Va'aiga/Dace-esque swerve, the potential violence in this match will know no wrath like the death I will rain from the heavens. CAGE MATCH John Duran vs Janus Janus and Duran haven't exactly seen eye to eye... well... ever. 'Cept when Janus gives into his alternate personality, but that doesn't count. Either way, they've been notedly upset with each other since, after much hype and hoopla, Duran dethroned Janus as HGC champion. Tonight, retribution could well be at hand. Rules: Pinfall-only cage match rules. There will be weapons of Janus and Duran's choice inside the cage. Once both men are inside the cage, the door will be locked and there can be no escape. STAIRWAY TO HELL MATCH Ann "Ichiban" Onita vs Jamie "Jay Dawg" Drazon Some things just don't need long descriptions. This classic matchup, which is probably number IX in the series, has been one that's had no shortage of blood, kendo sticks and steel chairs. JD and Annie have fought for hardcore supremacy many times, and this time ain't no different, as they set the standard for the youngins' who follow. And what can I say? They're a cute couple! Rules: There is a roll of barbed wire hanging above the ring, in a kerosine soaked rag. There is a ladder at the entranceway, which can be used to retrieve the barbed wire. Using weapons besides the wire, the rag or the ladder is frowned upon, but is anyone REALLY going to enforce anything in a match like this? _-_WARNING_-_ USJL TITLE MATCH Sacred vs "Coyote" Coy West Coy, Blackwell, roud deux! I think. Either way, Sacred defends his USJL title for about the third time (Happy now?) against the Coyote, whose clubberin' ways have earned him a spot in the hearts of SWF fans the world over. And more than a few notches in the win column. A victory here for either man may indicate to things far beyond USJL gold... Rules: Standard singles match. TAG TEAM TITLES Wild and Dangerous vs The House of Todd Todd Royal and Landon Maddix have shown... shall we say... less than 'godliness' since their promotion to the SWF proper. Unless, of course, they've teamed up with each other. They get a chance to cash in on their shot at the tag titles, earned a few weeks ago, as they face off against defending champions Wildchild and Johnny Dangerous. This is the first time in a little while the champions have tagged up, so the match may be slightly in the House of Todd's favour... Rules: Standard tag match. ICTV TITLE MATCH Charlie "Grappler" Matthews vs Insane Luchador Charlie kicks off the PPV... in the opening match? Well, he needs all the time he can get to re-prepare himself for the main event. And the fact he's going to have to do double-duty is probably going to cloud his mindset, as well as the fact he faces off against the most unexpected challanger possible. The Insane Luchador Andrew Rickmen gets his BIG SWF break, shooting for the ICTV title on PPV. Whoda thunkit? Rules: Standard singles match. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
the.weej 0 Report post Posted March 8, 2004 (The screen remains blank but slowly flames rise up. The height of the fire continues to grow and soon it engulfs the whole screen and from the fire shoots out the words- “From the Fire.” The fans are heard in the arena as the SmarkTron is being focused in on. The words fade back into the fire and a familiar match is shown. ‘Twas the Fight Before Christmas -- The partridge goes nuts and Dace goes DOWN as Matthews drops the cage, proud of himself. Meanwhile, at ringside, Santa Matheson finally pulls himself up, clutching his arm tightly, just in time to see Matthews walk over to Dace’s legs and lift them up, turning around into a Boston Crab! “This is nuts!” screams Comet, “Chestnuts roasting on an open fire, actually, but just wacky and crazy! Matthews just used a partridge in a pear tree to take out Dace!” “And it’s about to get better!” replies Riley, cheerfully, “Because if Charlie’s going what I think he’s going for, it’s going to be curtains for the CURRENT ICTV Champion!” Matthews holds onto the Boston Crab for a second, but then cinches Dace up, until his head is dangling a few inches above the mat. With that, Matthews shouts, “MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO DACE…” as he SITS OUT, DRIVING THE TOP OF DACE’S HEAD DIRECTLY INTO THE CANVAS! “…a GOOD NIGHT!” “SILENT SHIT!” “HOLY SHIT!” “ON BROADWAY!” rejoices Riley, “That’s the move I was talking about! It’s a devastating piledriver that Grappler’s only used once before! Unbelievable!” Soapdish drops down to count as Grappler holds in a tight pin on Dace. “ONE!” “TWO!” “THREE!” *DING* BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! “Ladies and gentlemen, Charlie Matthews has pinned Dace Night!” James Matheson begins jumping for joy at ringside, despite the unbearable pain in his arm. Soapdish begins his count as the fans rally behind the champion. “ONE!” “TWO!” “DACE F’N NIGHT! DACE F’N NIGHT!” “THREE!” “FOUR!” Dace doesn’t budge, while Grappler slowly rises to his knees, and, using the ropes, he rises to his feet. “FIVE!” “DACE F’N NIGHT!” “SIX!” “DACE F’N NIGHT!” “SEVEN!” …and Dace rolls onto his stomach, and towards the ropes! The crowd EXPLODES as Night grabs onto the bottom rope, reaching up towards the middle rope! “EIGHT!” Grappler is in SHOCK as Dace grabs a hold of the middle rope… “NINE!” …and begins pulling himself up, until- *BOOM!* -James Matheson socks Dace with the loaded teddy bear from hell, which sends him right back down to the mat! … … “TEN!” The crowd, in absolute stupefaction, goes silent. The ring bell, on the other hand, doesn’t. *DING DING DING!* “LAAAAAAAADIES AND GENTLEMEN,” booms Funyon, “THE WINNER OF THIS CONTEST, AND NEWWWWWWWWWWWWWW S – W – F INTERCONTINENTAL TELEVISION CHAAAAAAMPION… CHAAAAAAAAAAAAARLIE ‘GRAPPLER’ MAAAAAAATTHEWSSSSSS!!!!!” BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Charlie Matthews drops to his knees, exulting in the glory of (tainted) victory. Soapdish retrieves the Championship belt, and hands it to the new Champion, as tears flow freely from his eyes. “This makes me sick!” screams Comet, “Dace was going to break the count, but James Matheson stopped him! This is a miscarriage of justice!” “We WISH you a Merry Christmas, we WISH you a Merry Christmas, we WISH you a Merry Christmas, and a HAPPY NEW CHAMPION!” sings Riley, enjoying this moment of victory. -- Comet’s voice is over the scene fading. “Since then Grappler has proved himself to be a fighting champion. But now tonight he has to show how fierce of a warrior he is, booked twice, defending his ICTV championship and getting a shot at the World title. The emotions run high and the stakes seem even higher.” Riley begins to say something but Cyclone swiftly cuts him off. “But before we can get to the World title match we have to see how Matthews can hold up against a veteran. Against a man who has taken more punishment in three years than most men take in their lifetimes.” But another scene kicks up. SWF Smarkdown, March 1st, 2004 -- 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!” (“Yes, it was an enduring four way match up to see who could be worthy enough to fight here tonight in this spot.”) 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. (“Blood was shed.”) The scene shot fades away to show a still frame of Siclen slightly bent down, blood dripping down from his chin coming from the gash in his forehead. 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! (“But in the end, it was the Insane Luchador who used his skill and experience with knowledge to work the legs of Spike, getting him to tap out at the most opportune moment.”) -- The SmarkTron fades to black on that scene but suddenly cuts to Grappler hitting hard right hands! Short clips of Matthews hitting various moves or nailing the sleeper holds is shown before wrapping up with him holding his belt high into the air. Funyon’s voice is prerecorded and booms, “Charlie ‘The Grappler’ Matthews.” More clips are shown as they get more intense, showing more recent moments while the crowd pops loudly for him. Finally it fades to black after showing him nail the running Death Valley Driver. It ends with him hitting the On Broadway in slow motion on Dace. The scene’s mood changes instantly. “AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Insane Luchador’s psycho laugh is shown. The short scenes are shown in violent and sudden flashes, such as IL laughing while the New Sound attacks him, and Luchador nailing a balconysault to Erek Taylor! It continues, showing IL run up and just clobber his opponent senseless with punches! “The Insanity Man, the Insane Luchador,” Funyon’s voice proclaims. A Brink of Insanity is shown and quickly there’s the flash of an Evenflow DDT. Finally in black and white and slower motion there’s the insane jump from the top of a balcony’s railing at the Ford factory. “Tonight one man will be victorious and one man has a shot to prove to the SWF he’s got what it takes to be a true man.” -- (The camera cuts right to Bobby Riley and Cyclone Comet. Both look ridiculous, Riley with his powder blue ruffled tuxedo and Comet in his usual costume get-up. The two give phony grins before Comet takes the cue). “Well I don’t think the loyal fans need any more hype for tonight! This show is going to be remembered long from now and this match should be no exception! It seems very shallow at the surface, but really Charlie has to go through two tough matches, and the Insane Luchador has to give it his all if he wants the big break! Many people who have grasped the ICTV belt have moved onto bigger and better things, becoming legends that we still talk about,” Comet says. “Such as Edwin MacPhisto,” Comet has to pause for the fans to die down. “Mark Stevens, Tom Flesher, Thugg, Neilsen of the Jungle, Danny Williams, Thoth, and Wilson,” Comet ends list on a sour note. “Well all I know is Grappler and I had something special and he turned on me!” Riley pouts, using very odd words to phrase it. Funyon cuts in, saving Bobby from any further harassment. “This match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the ICTV title!” “Well I got to admit that Luchador has quite the task in front of him. I think he needs to work the head and use his speed, but not be all over the place with his moves. Grappler’s neck will probably never be a hundred percent and the Evenflow DDT, one of IL’s finishers, is not friendly to the head at all,” Comet explains. “All Matthews needs to do is use up all his energy, mainly so he can get beat later tonight!” Riley exclaims. The drums kick in and the fans go absolutely insane for Dropkick Murphys’ “The Gauntlet!” There are the sudden explosions of multicolored pyro and as the smoke ascends slowly Andrew Rickmen comes leaping out from the entrance ramp! He does a quick spin, killing some extra energy, before throwing his arms up high into the air. He wears a black shirt with the Misfits posing looking pissed off on the front, his wild hair spiked up with those streaks of a dark green, the loose khaki cargoes, the same worn down black skate shoes, and a look in his eye that shows he’s truly ready for tonight. “Introducing your challenger… from Easton, Pennsylvania- weighing in at 201 pounds… IINNNSSSSAAANNNNEE LUUCCHHHAAADOOOR!” Funyon yells as it milks the cheers. Andrew takes a step down the aisle but pauses. He glances to each side and a smirk comes across his face. He then proceeds to sprint down the entrance ramp, slapping every fan’s hand that he can! He doesn’t stop his charge to the ring and he dives headfirst into it, before rolling up. The music fades away as he leaps onto the top turnbuckle and throws up his arms. He hops down to the mat and walks to the center of the ring where he nods to Matthew Kivell. Suddenly the lights go out and a small portion of the fans cheer! “Some Kind of Monster” by Metallica kicks up and that one, white spotlight shines on the entrance ramp. It’s a little wait before Charlie “Grappler” Matthews steps onto the ramp. He wears his usual black long trunks, black boots, black kneepads, and his hairy upper body is bare. “You’d think he’d at least have the courtesy to trim it, geez,” Riley comments. Charlie has a scowl on his face, the ICTV title securely fastened around his waist. “One has to wonder how focused Citizen Matthews could be for this match. I mean he’s double booked and he would be a fool to waste all his energy on this match up,” Comet says. “Now… YOUR SWF I-C-T-V CHAMPION! From Kansas City, Missouri, weighing in at 301 pounds…. CHHHHAARLLIIEEE ‘GRAPPLER’ MMMMAATHHHHEEEEWWWSSS!” Funyon’s voice booms. Grappler begins his walk down the aisle his eyes just having a “wandering” look. Rickmen is in the ring, crouched over and waiting patiently. Charlie picks up the pace and pauses right as he gets to ringside. He pauses again and then walks to the ring apron. He slowly climbs up it and enters through the middle rope. He keeps staring at IL while reaching behind him and unhooking the belt, handing it over to Kivell. Matthews raises it high into the air and Insane Luchador walks right up to Grappler and chests bumps into him like a high school bully. The two stare for a bit as they wait for the bell to ring, Luchador tilting his head up to look Matthews right in the eyes. DING! DING! DING! Matthews simply shoves the Insane Luchador back and nails him with a hard right hook! He then quickly scoops him up and over hitting the classic scoop slam. IL rolls right back up leaping into the air with a Crossbody! But only to get caught by Grappler and he simply falls to one knee, and dropping IL slightly, hitting the back breaker! He then places his hand over Luchador’s chin as he’s laid across the ICTV Champion’s knee. Grappler pushes back and he lets the pain keep going before letting Luchador roll off his knee. Charlie stands there near the corner and waits for Luchador to roll up to his feet. The second IL does Grappler charges at the challenger and knocks him down with a vicious short arm clothesline! “I think Grappler’s going to try to get the quickest win here. Not to cheat Insane Luchador but to help himself out for the main event,” Comet comments wisely. The jeers pick up as Andrew Rickmen rolls to his feet but only to get creamed with another short arm clothesline! Frustrated he rolls right back up and attempts to duck- “But Charlie hits him with a third short arm clothesline! IL is knocked to the ground and has to be out of it. Maybe I could get used to this,” Riley says. But the Luchador gets to his one knee and gets up. He throws a side kick but that only gets caught by Grappler, who uses the clutch on the leg to throw IL off balance then to the mat. Rickmen rolls back and he stands up giving a sigh. He cautiously approaches Matthews, who’s just standing there in a wrestling pose. Andrew gives a burst of energy and tries to nail Charlie with a straight hook but he jerks away. But as his upper body comes back it gives the chance for Rickmen to nail a toe kick to Charlie’s chin! He stumbles back and Luchador grabs one of the flailing arms by the wrist. But before IL can whip him into the ropes Matthews is able to reverse the momentum and move, sending his opponent to the ropes instead. He rockets back at Charlie who simply sends his knee to his gut! Then he steps to the side and wraps his massive arms around Luchador’s waist. Finally, with ease, he flips Andrew up into the air and then slamming IL back down with a gutwrench suplex! “Beautiful move done by our ICTV champion, it’s true he may not have the most exciting or flashy move set but he does hit everything with near perfection!” Comet complements. Riley nods in agreement. “Anybody who can take IL to school like this is okay at the moment in my book.” Grappler takes his time getting to his feet, grabbing at Luchador and tugging him up. Charlie, unable to resist, gets the fans very stirred as he shoves away the Luchador and slapping him in the chest with an open hand! Andrew clutches his chest and Grappler slightly slaps IL’s face for embarrassment, to throw IL off. It works as he just looks at Charlie oddly. The ICTV champion quickly takes advantage of this by locking in the front face lock and grabs a handful of his khaki cargoes, lifting him into the air. Within the blink of an eye he then quickly follows through to hit a snap suplex. Andrew rolls away from Matthews and he grabs the rope, pulling himself up. Dumbly he leans against the ropes with his head and chest heaving, back turned to Matthews. “Oh Citizen Rickmen, you should know better than doing that!” Comet cries out but it seems too late. Charlie’s already on the charge, arm up and locked for the clothesline! But a simple smirk crosses Luchador’s face and he ducks under the clothesline attempt. Charlie begins to flip over the ropes and Andrew has no problems with assisting the laws of psychics. He grabs Matthews’ legs and flips him over the ropes. That sends him headfirst onto the outside. Andrew Rickmen hops onto the apron and heads towards the turnbuckle. The ICTV champion gets to his feet somewhat quickly but obviously shaken. Kivell begins the count out- “ONE” Andrew Rickmen begins a charge towards Matthews, getting a massive pop from the crowd! “TWO” He leaps off and throws himself out at Charlie with the Crossbody! “THREE” The ICTV champion looks up and braces- “He catches Insane Luchador! He catches IL again!” Riley squeals in delight. “FOUR” The fans turn on Grappler quickly as he feels Luchador desperately pound punches into his back. “FIVE” He turns around and slams Andrew right in middle of his back right onto the steel barricade! He retains the hold though as Luchador goes limp in his clutches. “SIX” With a small grin he runs at the ring post and slams IL back first into it! “SEVEN” “Come on, back into the ring!” Riley commands at Matthews. “EIGHT” “I hate to say it but it seems like Matthews is just using IL as practice for later tonight,” Comet says. He shows mercy or brutality as he places IL onto the apron and shoves him into the ring. He then slides in himself; he immediately hooks the leg- “ONE!” The fans jeer but some chant along with the count. “TWO!” But Charlie never considered how close they were to the ropes as IL’s skate shoe clearly hangs over the bottom rope. “Maybe I was wrong, I know Matthews can’t go full force for this match up… but he seems to be distracted. Just wrestling out of instinct because he should have known to at least stay clear of those ropes,” Comet thinks out loud. “I’d be distracted due if I knew my annihilation was to be so soon too!” Riley chimes in. “That’s a bit extreme…” Cyclone says. “What can I say? I’m a bit fatalistic.” Riley shrugs. Charlie gets to his feet and backs into center of the ring, just allowing the Insane Luchador to slowly pick himself up. He stands up and looks at Grappler slowly rolling back his shoulders, trying to get into his groove. “I must say that Citizen Luchador hasn’t been that impressive tonight,” Comet admits. “He is the lesser wrestler of the two,” Riley insists as the crowd openly disagrees. Andrew leaps out and tries for a high kick but with a quick movement Grappler avoids it. But he’s able to nail Charlie with a knee to the gut! Quickly he wraps an arm around Matthews head and drops to the mat with the DDT! IL rolls right to his feet and Charlie Matthews isn’t too far behind. The two collide in a grapple and the ICTV champion gets in a front facelock. After grabbing a handful of khaki cargoes he hoists the Insane Luchador high into the air. There’s a mixed reaction as Grappler drops to the mat, taking IL down with him, and finishes the vertical suplex. Luchador tries to get up quickly but he gets attacked by Charlie, who’s already lifting him up. Matthews slings Andrew Rickmen onto his shoulders, looking like he’s ready to hit the torture rack! But then he begins to spin in center of the ring. “Airplane spin!” Comet cries. After the fifth spin Matthews stops and drops Luchador, then quickly lays across the disoriented Luchador for the pin- “ONE” “TWO” Luchador quickly kicks out. Grappler seems a bit shocked. “Well much as I want Grappler to win- IL has gone through more pain than just being spun around a lot,” Riley says. Andrew Rickmen scrambles away from Grappler and gets to his feet, waiting for Charlie to stand also. Grappler is barely to his feet before he gets nailed with a haymaker done in desperation! He is sent staggering backwards right as Insane Luchador leaps out and nails a super kick. The fans go nuts. “By golly, Luchador just nailed a super kick out of nowhere!” Comet yells. But the super kick doesn’t even make Charlie fall down! He just reels back from the power before hitting back first against the turnbuckle! He’s left vulnerable as Luchador charges and leaps out, hitting a flying clothesline! Grappler stumbles out of the corner and Luchador quickly hops onto the top turnbuckle. He leaps off and quickly nails an amazing bulldog! “There you go IL!” Comet cheers on. Andrew rolls right up and throws his arms into the air once he’s on his feet. He quickly turns around, elbow dropping his opponent right in the back of his head before turning him over and pinning him! “ONE!” The crowd chants. “TWO!” “Could IL have done it so quickly?” Comet asks. But milliseconds after that second Grappler’s shoulder pops off the canvas. Luchador shrugs and gets to his feet, watching the shaken Grappler get to one knee. He shows no mercy to his opponent and nails him with a vicious side kick to the temples that produces a loud smack! The ICTV champion crumbles back to the mat and IL begins to tug him up. But mid-way Grappler hits a right cross in defense and it sends his opponent reeling. Luchador charges back at Grappler who just lifts his leg into the air, IL colliding right into it! But Andrew doesn’t fall down. So Charlie lunges out with a clothesline attempt that Luchador ducks under! He steps behind Grappler and wraps one around him- “Jesus!” Riley yells as he watches inside the ring. “Luchador’s showing a rare display of strength, he’s lifting Charlie up with a backdrop!” The fans, once again, go insane as Luchador begins the drop- Comet comments right as the thud echoes across the arena. “Wow, just wow! Citizen IL is either really pissed off or focused because he just gave a devastating high angled backdrop suplex! That was ridiculously close to being a backdrop driver!” Grappler just lies there on the mat as Luchador sits on his back, feet in front of his shoulders, to a mixed reaction he grabs Charlie’s chin and tugs up tightly! “Chokehold!” Riley protests. “Oh stop it, Robert. You know very well that’s a perfectly legal camel clutch. Not to mention a smart move, IL has been taking a rather nasty beating but now he’s coming back, working that weakened neck.” “I think Luchador’s taking a liking to these submissions. He won his last match by submission too.” Riley adds. Luchador tugs up on Grappler’s neck viciously and asks if he’ll quit. “Hey Andrew, that’s Kivell’s job,” Riley jeers. Kivell also asks if Grappler quits and he still refuses. Luchador lets go and grabs the back of Matthews’ neck, smacking his face right into the mat! More jeers become evident as Luchador locks back in the Camel Clutch! Grappler moans softly and Andrew tugs even more harshly. “I-L! I-L!” “GRAPP-LER! GRAPP-LER!” “The fans don’t quite agree with Andrew’s viciousness apparently,” Comet mutters. Charlie still refuses to let go. “You know he has a good shot at the World Title tonight, I don’t know if he should be taking so much punishment,” Comet says. Luchador lets go again but that allows Grappler to arch his back up, sending IL to his back on the mat! Charlie looks pissed as he frees his lower body from Luchador and stands to his feet. Both pair of chants dies down as he grabs IL by his black shirt! He lifts him up to his feet yet he gets hit with a hard right hook! This frees Luchador who quickly tries for a tackle! But instead Grappler catches him with a headlock and hits the DDT! Both now in the heat of battle get up with their adrenaline flowing. The two begin to exchange punches and it is apparent IL’s fighting a losing battle. “Usually IL is a better brawler than most but I think Charlie’s strength is what comes into play,” Comet says. Grappler hits a monstrous right hand that sends Luchador nearly spinning! Before he can drop the canvas Charlie moves behind him, grabbing him just right and lifting him up- “The torture rack, Citizen IL’s taken a lot of abuse but a lot to the back, now he’s going to see if Citizen IL will quit!” Comet proclaims. Kivell asks Luchador but he refuses. Grappler pauses in the hold and realizes that this may be a lost battle so he just drops Luchador to the mat! Before he can even react Luchador has counted with a school boy! “ONE!” Grappler is quick to break the pin. The two opponents get to their feet and charge at one another! Luchador holds his arms in the air for a grapple which allows Grappler to throw his one knee up into the air. IL is blasted in the chin with Grappler’s knee and he reels back and flips over the ropes, spilling to the outside! “Here we go again,” Comet says as Grappler quickly goes to the outside, despite Kivell’s plea. ONE! Charlie picks up IL with no delay. With a quick knee he stands right near the doubled over Luchador. TWO! He wraps his two arms around Luchador’s chest. “He could be going for the Piledriver onto the cement!” Riley gasps as if death was looking him in the face. THREE! The fans all watch as IL is lifted and his head hovers above the cement. “This could do it, citizens,” Comet says. FOUR! But Luchador begins to his lift his lower body as Grappler’s arm lets go! FIVE! Luchador uses his legs to keep clutched onto Grappler as he curls up and wraps an arm around his neck- SIX! Andrew lets his clutched legs free which send the two cement! “Citizen Luchador reverses the attempted Piledriver into a DDT, brilliant!” Comet shrieks. SEVEN! Luchador grabs Grappler and hoists him up, rolling him into the ring. EIGHT! Andrew Rickmen hops onto the apron, stopping the count. He hops onto the top rope and bends his knees, leaping out and forward for a springboard shooting star press! The fans reunite to go crazy for this move as Luchador is able to get the pin in after colliding with Grappler! “ONE!” The fans chant. “TWO!” “IL has had a lot of close calls in his career at title shots,” Comet says. “THREE!” But Kivell stops the count as the fans finish the count. He points to Grappler’s leg that’s slung over. Luchador glares at Kivell as he stands up. “Your own fault for pinning so close to the ropes,” Riley comments. Luchador stands up and sighs before looking down at Grappler. He then leaps into the air, looking to go for the simple leg drop! But Charlie rolls away and onto the apron! He pulls himself up now standing on the apron still trying to shake off the massive DDT on the outside. But being a fighting champion and a smart wrestler he’s able to keep going at the same pace as before- watching Luchador charge right at him! Before he can do any harm he lifts his knee into the inside of the ring! Andrew runs straight into it and is stopped dead in his tracks. Charlie gives a smile as he reaches over the ropes and has IL caught in a front facelock! “He’s going to try to suplex IL out of the ring! It’d just work the back more and maybe put IL down for good!” Riley says excited. Grappler lifts IL into the air but suddenly Luchador slips away, falling to the outside but landing on both feet! He dodges a kick Charlie gives from behind. Before Grappler can even turn around he feels IL’s arms wrap around him! “Citizen Luchador slips away like a slippery eel and now he’s trying to give a backdrop suplex to our tough ICTV champ, Grappler!” Comet gives the play-by-play. But Grappler clutches onto the ropes and Luchador just can’t seem to finish up the move! He releases to readjust his hold but instead gets nailed with a mule kick! He shoots back with arms flailing and Matthew leaps off the apron, turning around in the air and hitting a flying clothesline! The two are beyond ringside, now in the narrower aisle! “It turns into ANOTHER brawl on the outside,” Riley says. ONE! Kivell starts the count late. TWO! Luchador tries to get to his feet but can’t. THREE! Charlie grabs Luchador and tugs him up to his feet, only to turn around- throwing Luchador back-first into the steel barricade! FOUR! Luchador fends Grappler off with punches but ultimately gets grabbed again! FIVE! This time his forehead is driven right into the guardrail! SIX! Grappler then grabs Luchador’s wrist and whips him chest first into the apron! Luchador’s forehead seems extremely red and looking like it’s ready to burst. EIGHT! Charlie walks down the aisle, catching his breath. NINE! Luchador tugs himself into the ring and Grappler rolls into the ring. “You know Comet, you always say how great IL is once he’s on the outside or in a brawl- he just got served!” Riley yells as his choice of words sends everybody groaning. Insane Luchador continues rolling away from Grappler and he gets to one knee. Charlie stands there and bends down, breathing heavily. Andrew finally gets to his feet and he staggers like a drunk, Grappler charging forward at him! He nails Luchador square in the forehead with an elbow! IL reels back and his already agitated forehead has split open! The crimson blood begins to flow freely going right down the bride of his nose and to the sides! He hits the mat and rolls back to his knees. He slowly stands up and puts his fists up, almost making Grappler laugh. “He acts like now he’s going to start fighting,” Riley says with an eye roll. Luchador moves up and quickly hits a left cross and a fierce uppercut! The fans go wild as his opponent reels back, bouncing into the ropes. He stumbles forwards and Insane Luchador locks in a front headlock! He drops to the mat and hits the first DDT then keeps the hold! “The rolling DDT!” Cyclone yells. The two get back to their feet and Luchador drops to the mat again! For the third he tugs them up again and then hits the final DDT! But Luchador pulls him up hitting a front facelock. He then grabs a handful of Charlie’s tights than tugs him into the air! Luchador’s smart enough to drop quickly to his BUTT, hitting the Brainbuster! He quickly hooks the leg as the fans go crazy! “ONE!” The hand raises- … “TWO!” But Grappler kicks out, determined to keep his ICTV title. Andrew, frustrated, grabs Charlie and tugs him right up. But before IL can do anything he gets a knee to the gut! He doubles over and gets locked in with a front face lock! “Christ! Charlie’s a true fighter. He’s going for the ‘Wake Up Call’ after nearly being beat! Much more worthy than that insane shmuck,” Riley says. But as he tugs Luchador up he slips away. Charlie turns around hits a hard right hook then uses the chance to get him into a fireman’s carry! He begins to run forward and his other finisher, The Time Machine seems inevitable! “The Time Machine! It’s over! It’s over!” Even Comet seems sure. The fan’s all stare and jeer, mixed with a few cheers. All eyes are on Grappler who’s ready to put IL away in middle of the ring. But suddenly Luchador swings out and behind, sloppily taking down Charlie Matthews with a reverse DDT! “BY ZEUS! IL HAS JUST REVERSED THE TIME MACHINE WITH SWINGING OUT AND HITTING AN ODD REVERSE DDT!” Comet screams as the cheers are deafening. Luchador lies there before getting to his knees. He stares over at Grappler who’s flopped onto his stomach and pushing himself to get up. The motivation of being champion carries Andrew Rickmen to both of his feet and he stumbles at Charlie Matthews. Quickly he goes over from behind, locking in the full nelson! He then tugs Charlie up and forces him with him as he runs towards the turnbuckle! He hops onto it but Matthews smacks both of his hands onto Luchador’s ears! He releases the full nelson and the hopes of hitting the Brink of Insanity. Grappler turns around. “Just when I thought the table had turned!” Comet says. But Luchador remains on the turnbuckle, ears ringing and all, but he still has the sense to nail Charlie straight in the face with a kick! He reels back and Luchador hops and leaps out- hitting a headlock! Luchador forces his strained body to leap into the air, tugging Charlie up with him and then crashing down in spiked and fierce DDT! The fans explode with a chorus of cheers “EVENFLOW DDT!” Riley wails in despair. IL hooks the leg, ONE! TWO! THREE! The bell chimes in which is barely heard over the fans. “IL HAS DONE IT! HE’S DETHRONED GRAPPLER! HE’S THE NEW I-C-T-V CHAMPION!” Cyclone Comet cries out. “NNNNOOOO!” Riley screams. “YOUR WINNER AND NEW I-C-T-V CHAMPION- IIINNNSSAAANNNEEEE LLLLLLUUCCCHHHAAADDOOOORR!” Funyon’s voice booms to the insane crowd. “Stay tuned!” Comet cries. -Fade to black- Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
the.weej 0 Report post Posted March 8, 2004 The Staples Center in Los Angeles, California is alive and rocking as Icehouse's "Touch the Fire" blares throughout the sound system as more than nineteen thousand fans rise from their seats, roaring with cheers! Suddenly the scowling and snarling images of four men – Wildchild, Johnny Dangerous, Landon Maddix, and Todd Royal blast onto the screen with a scorched “VS.” separating the two teams, and coaxing a second roar of cheers from the crowd. “It looks like we are about ready for our second match and second title defense of the night!” exclaims our exuberant masked commentator, Cyclone Comet. “And this is one of those matches that I think everyone has been dying to see for quite a few weeks now!” “You got that right, Comet,” chimes Bobby, “Ever since the House of Todd won their number one contenders slot to the Tag Team Championship, Wild and Dangerous have done just about everything they possibly could to avoid defending those belts against the challengers. Well, it’s high time they faced up to the challenge and…” “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” interrupts Comet, shaking his head. “Just what on God’s green earth are you going on about there, Bobby? When exactly did Citizen Child and Dangerous ever refuse a fight, especially against Todd Royal and Landon Maddix?” “First off,” replies Bobby, “it’s Todd’s green earth, get it right, Spandex-Pants! Secondly, was it not Johnny Dangerous who stood in the ring at Lockdown and pushed this match back to tonight instead of Smarkdown, hmmm?” “Well, that was…” “Ah-ha! See,” asks Bobby, thinking he finally has one over on the Masked Crusader. “Plus, ever since Lockdown, Wildchild’s career has been on a downward spiral! He’s lost the Cruiserweight Championship to Alan Clark; his streak is over, his career… finished. And we all know that Wildchild was the one carrying Wild and Dangerous to success; without him in the driver’s seat, this team is destined to fall!” “I hardly think that one single loss all year constitutes a career downfall,” refutes Comet. “Wildchild still has what it takes, and I truly believe he’ll show you that tonight. Not to mention that you’re severely underrating the Barracuda! Your theory on Citizen Child carrying Operative Dangerous has already been proven incorrect on numerous occasions; this team is all about team work, double teams, and… ” “Cheating,” interjects Bobby, with a raised brow. “Wild and Dangerous have staked their claim to fame on double teams, which… by all accounts, is cheating.” “Oh please,” scoffs Comet. “Always in the allotted five seconds after a tag is made. And how is it that you’re going to sit there and label anyone a cheat when you cheer all day for the biggest cheating-scumbag-villains in the SWF?” “It’s only cheating if you get caught, and obviously none of the folks I enjoy get caught,” says Riley with an added “Hmph!” Suddenly the house lights drop. … … Then after several moments of some rather uncomfortable silence, a single spotlight shines down onto the stage, revealing a full choir with a full band on the sides of the stage. “What in the name of Ma Kent are those people doing out here,” wonders Comet aloud. “They look like a church choir!” “That’s because it IS a church choir,” Bobby answers. “Todd’s Angels, to be more precise, and I think they brought just about everything out here tonight except for the kitchen sink! We have a piano, drums, guitars, and even a bass player!” “Ladies and Gentlemen,” bellows Funyon, “please welcome at this time… Todd’s Angels with Michael M. Smith!” “Who’s Michael M. Smith,” asks Comet. “I’ve heard of Michael W. Smith, but who is this? His evil twin?” “Ahem,” begins Michael M. Smith, stepping up to the front and center microphone. “If everyone would so kindly rise, it is now time for Praise and Worship!” BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! “Praise and Worship… what the hell… ” “Come on, Comet,” beckons Bobby, pulling on his commentating partner’s arm. “Sing with me, my Brother.” “I will do no such thing,” snaps Comet, jerking his arm back. “Now,” continues Michael, paper balls whizzing past his head, “for those of us who do not know all the words to this Hymn, we have graciously placed them upon this rather large screen behind me. You can follow the little bouncing ball from word to word, and not even your closest friend will realize that you couldn’t remember the words.” As Michael’s trap finally closes, the SmarkTron™ lights up with a blue back ground and a little dove holding a clover in its mouth gently flapping it’s wings, with the title to the Hymn written a bold black letters. It reads: “AWESOME TODD”. “Oh,” Bobby shouts with glee, “this is one of my favorites!” Michael nods towards the pianist, and he begins to play the slow melodic opening notes to “Awesome Todd”. For a few measures he goes on, adding a few extra flares into the melody while the band begins to lightly sprinkle a few notes here and there. I’ll say,” says Comet, “this band is creating what would be a rather beautiful harmony of music if it weren’t used in the manner that it is about to be used in.” “Will you please hush, Comet,” pleads Bobby, his hands raised high into the air. “I’m trying to worship.” Finally a lead electric guitar blares through just as the drums drop in, bringing the song up to full tempo as the Choir begins to sing. “OUR TOOOODD IS AN AWESOME TODD, HE REEEEIGNS FROM HIGH ABOVE YOU! WITH WIIINING POWER AND WRATH, OUR TODD IS AN AWESOME TODD!” “OUR TOOOODD IS AN AWESOME TODD, HE REEEEIGNS FROM HIGH ABOVE YOU! WITH WIIINING POWER AND WRATH, OUR TODD IS AN AWESOME TODD!” “OUR TOOOODD IS AN AWESOME TODD, HE REEEEIGNS FROM HIGH ABOVE YOU! WITH WIIINING POWER AND WRATH, OUR TODD IS AN AWESOME TODD!” “When He rolls up a jobber He ain't just pulling on the tights,” sings Michael. (Choir) “Our Todd is an awesome Todd~!” (Smith) “There is thunder in His Boot-scrape and lightning in His Hammerlock!” (Choir) “Our Todd is an awesome Todd~!” (Smith) “Todd wasn't joking when He told ‘em off at Lockdown, it won’t be for no reason that, He’ll shed their blood, His entrance is very close and so you better be believing that!” (Choir) “Our Todd is an awesome Todd~!” (First group) “OUR TOOOODD-” (Second group) “Our Tooooooooooooodd!” (First group) “-IS AN AWESOME TODD, HE REEEEIGNS-” (Second group) “He reiiii-A-Un-iiiignns!” (Together) “-FROM HIGH ABOVE YOU! WITH WIIINING POWER AND WRATH OUR TODD IS AN AWESOME TODD!” (First group) “OUR TOOOODD-” (Second group) “Our Tooooooooooooodd!” (First group) “-IS AN AWESOME TODD HE REEEEIGNS-” (Second group) “He reiiii-A-Un-iiiignns!” (Together) “-FROM HIGH ABOVE YOU! WITH WIIINING POWER AND WRATH OUR TODD IS AN AWESOME TODD!” (Smith) “And when the House was title-less like the rest of the Unnamed!” (Choir) “Our Todd is an awesome Todd~!” (Smith) “He saw Wild and Dangerous and said those belts would be his!” (Choir) “Our Todd is an awesome Todd~!” (Smith) “Judgment and wrath He’ll bring it to the ring Mercy and grace He left at the table I hope that you have not too quickly forgotten that!” (Choir) “Our Todd is an awesome Todd~!” (First group) “OUR TOOOODD-” “Our Tooooooooooooodd!” (First group) “-IS AN AWESOME TODD HE REEEEIGNS-” “He reiiii-A-Un-iiiignns!” “-FROM HIGH ABOVE YOU! WITH WIIINING POWER AND WRATH OUR TODD IS AN AWESOME TODD!” (First group) “OUR TOOOODD-” (Second group) “Our Tooooooooooooodd!” (First group) “-IS AN AWESOME TODD HE REEEEIGNS-” (Second group) “He reiiii-A-Un-iiiignns!” (Together) “-FROM HIGH ABOVE YOU! WITH WIIINING POWER AND WRATH OUR TODD IS AN AWESOME TODD!” (First group) “OUR TOOOODD-” (Second group) “Our Tooooooooooooodd!” (First group) “-IS AN AWESOME TODD HE REEEEIGNS-” (Second group) “He reiiii-A-Un-iiiignns!” (Together) “-FROM HIGH ABOVE YOU! WITH WIIINING POWER AND WRATH OUR TODD IS AN AWESOME TODD!” (All) “OUR TOOOODD IS AN AWESOME TODD HE REEEEIGNS FROM HIGH ABOVE YOU! WITH WIIINING POWER AND WRATH OUR TODD IS AN AWESOME TODD!” “OUR TOOOODD IS AN AWESOME TODD HE REEEEIGNS FROM HIGH ABOVE YOU! WITH WIIINING POWER AND WRATH OUR TODD IS AN AWESOME TODD!” “OUR TODD IS AN AWESOME TODD!!” “ANNNNNND MEEEEEEEGAAAAAAAN AIIIIIIIN’T HAAAAAAALF BAAAAAAAD TOOOOOOoooooOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” (Crowd) - BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! “I don’t think these fans liked that too much,” notes Comet as Todd’s Angels all exit to backstage in a single-file line. “Gee,” replies Bobby, “would you expect any else out these Heathens?” Suddenly the lights drop out completely and AC/DC's "Shoot To Thrill" thunders through the arena, the volume pumped all the way up to fight against the surging boos. A single spotlight shining down onto the stage illuminates the figures of Megan Skye, Todd Royal and Landon Maddix as they emerge from the back. Megan steps forward pantomiming a belt around her waist then turns and extends her hands out to Todd Royal and Landon Maddix. “Megan Skye is already proclaiming the House of Todd as the winners of tonight’s match,” notes Comet, “a little presumptuous if you ask me.” “The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall,” begins Funyon, “and it is for the SWF World Tag Team Championships! Introducing first... the challengers! Being accompanied to the ring by 'The Toddess' Megan Skye, and representing the Unnamed… At a total combined weight of four hundred and thirty pounds... they are Landon 'La Cucaracha' Maddix and Todd Royal...THE HOUSE...OOOOOOOF...TOOOOODDD!” After paying absolutely no heed to the crowd, the threesome stops at the bottom of the ring. Landon jumps to the apron, extending his hand and helping Megan to the apron...only for Todd to jump to the apron, and wait for Megan to hold the ropes for him. She does, and goes to enter the ring... only for Maddix to stop her, and hold the ropes for her. “Could this possibly get any more ridiculous,” says Comet, but Bobby simply shakes his head in pity at his incredulous partner. Stopping at about a good three feet away from Funyon, Todd stops and extends his hand out. The Lightly-Salted Snack just looks on in bewilderment, not really sure what Royal is up to until Landon steps in and snatches Funyon’s microphone out of his hand. He admonishes Funyon for being so insolent, and then turns back towards his partner, Todd Royal, gently laying the microphone in his palm. “Greetings, Sheep,” Todd says as he brings the microphone to his lips, earning himself a gets a horrendous jeer from the crowd in reply. Megan and Landon each move to opposite sides of the ring, ordering the fans to cease with their ill-mannered booing, which only stirs up the crowd even more! “Oh man,” says Comet, “if these three came out here intending to start a riot, they are definitely on the right track.” “Now,” Todd continues, the crowd finally having settled down enough for him to speak, “tonight is a very special night indeed. Most of you came here to the Staples Center tonight for some intense wrestling action… which you shall receive, while also paying witness to two men coming into the light. Yes, those two are of course… ‘The Human Hurricane’ the Wildchild and ‘The Barracuda’ Johnny Dangerous… Wild and Dangerous.” A cheer ignites from the audience upon mention of the Tag Team Champion’s names, and once again, Landon and Megan are quick to rush to the sides and hush the crowd. “You see, since enlightening the Smartmarks Wrestling Federation with my presence I have seen these two perform. I have seen you people cheer for them, encourage them, push them to new levels of success. Unfortunately some of that success has gone to their heads, thus leaving themselves wide open for evil to overtake their souls, minds, and bodies!” “Two shows ago it was *I*, your Todd that stands before you now, that wrestled one half of the Tag Team Champions in Wildchild for his *then* Cruiserweight Championship. At that point in time I felt it a far better decision to allow him to keep his title… as it was *my* will for that title to be passed on down to Alan Clark. Many of you now know that THAT prophecy was fulfilled on Smarkdown as I said it would.” “What in the world is he talking about?” says Comet, “It was anything but his will to loose to Wildchild on Lockdown. He, quite simply, got his rear end kicked!” “As it was His will,” Bobby emphatically reiterates for Todd. “If you ever read the Book of Todd, you would know that! It clearly states in the chapter fourteen, verse nine that He allowed that title change to happen, and you yourself know that Alan Clark is now the Cruiserweight Champion, having finally ended Wildchild’s reign and streak! Todd prophesized the changing of titles, and it happened! Solid proof that He is truly that of a greater power, Comet!” “That’s no prophecy,” shouts an exasperated Comet! “Todd Royal just now said it, it was never even mentioned before!” “Now,” Todd begins anew, “as I said to Johnny Dangerous on Lockdown ‘At From the Fire the second phase of My will shall be completed’, it shall. Tonight, my Sheep, I will lay down Wild and Dangerous for you as I purge their souls of all shades of evil. It is but my passion that I give you…” But before another word can flow from Todd’s mouth the crowds chanting grows so loud, it drowns him out. “TODD! SUCKS!” “TODD! SUCKS!” “Are you trying to judge me?” “TODD! SUCKS!” “TODD! SUCKS!” “To you, my people, I say: Do not judge so that you will not be judged! For by the standard you judge you will be judged, and the measure you use will be the measure you receive!’ “TODD! SUCKS!” “TODD! SUCKS!” “This is getting uglier by the minute,” reports Comet. “This crowd is simply roasting Citizen Royal out there! He might want to put that microphone down before he gets sniped!” “If it happens it is His will, Comet,” reminds Bobby. “Remember the passion of Todd… For he so loved California that he…” “Oh, shut up already,” hisses Comet. “I’ve heard just about enough warped and twisted theology from you and Todd to last a life time!” “That’s it,” cries Todd, nearly having to shout as loud as he can to be heard over the crowd. “Let he who has not sucked cast the first chant! For the only way you will overcome this moment in your life is with- ” “WILD!” “DANGEROUS!” The name of the Tag Team Champions blast onto the SmarkTron™ just as the throbbing bass line of Method Man and Redman's "Y.O.U." pounds out over the speakers and the lights dim- “-And would you just listen to these fans,” exclaims Comet, as the crowd in the Staples Center completely erupts! “I think it’s clear that they aren’t buying into the House of Todd’s propaganda tonight!” “I don’t think they are going to have a choice,” adds Bobby. “All day everyday with this rap soufflé… say WHAAAAAAAT?” Lights of every color begin to circle the arena as the song plays on. Dozens of strobe lights… err… uhm… well, strobe… in perfect time with the music. Seconds later the curtain flies wide open and out steps the two-man team of Wildchild and Johnny Dangerous, dressed in their matching pattern Olympic styled singlets, and grabbing a second tremendous pop from the crowd! “ANNND their opponents,” continues Funyon, “at a total combined weight of four hundred thirty-one pounds, they are the Smartmarks Wrestling Federation’s Tag Team Champions! I give you Wildchild and Johnny Dangerous… WIIILLLD! AAAAAAAAAANND DANGEROUS!" As soon as Funyon lowers the microphone from his lips, the Kings of the Double-Team take off down the ramp way – Johnny on one side and Wildchild on the other - slapping hands with the fans gathered close to the crowd barricade as they close in on the ring, then slide in under the bottom rope! They each head towards a turnbuckle, climb up, and pump the glistening Tag Team Titles into the air as thousands of flashbulbs explode from those with the benefit of flash photography! “Wild and Dangerous seem to be pretty confident,” observes Comet, “and you can’t really blame them – they’ve had some pretty good success this year, each man only having one loss each in a SWF ring so far.” “Well that’s certainly about to change,” spits Riley, “Johnny Dangerous and Wildchild are about as cocky as they come, and that’s one of the *biggest* reasons the House of Todd has chosen the Tag Team Champions as their target – they need a serious lesson in humility, and they are about to get it!” Hopping down from the turnbuckles, Johnny and Wildchild step over towards Referee Matthew Kivell and hand him their belts. He graciously accepts them and hoists the belts over his head, displaying them to the crowd before stepping to the edge of the ring and handing the titles off to an assistant. The House of Todd finishes their last minute strategy meet and Landon climbs up to the outside apron as Todd slides into the ring, while Megan takes her place at ringside just below Landon. On the other side of the ring, Johnny and Wildchild have a brief chat before Johnny graciously steps out to the apron. DING! DING! DING! “This match is official,” says Comet, “and it looks like Wildchild and Todd Royal are going to start this one out!” With the crowds cheering on the opening of this match, the two men step into the middle of the ring then begin to make a few quick circles of each other, looking for an opening on their opponent. Wildchild brushes his finger across his nose while Todd hunkers down, twiddling his fingers and oozing with anxiousness to get a hold of this sinner! But… before any attack is made, a loud chant rises up from the crowd: “WILD-CHILD!” “WILD-CHILD!” “WILD-CHILD!” “WILD-CHILD!” “And just *listen* to that crowd,’ marvels Comet. “You may have doubts about the abilities of the Bahama Bomber, Citizen Robert, but I don’t think Los Angeles shares your sentiments.” “What the hell do they know anyway,” spits Bobby. “Todd could perform miracles before them and they would *still* burn him at the stake!” Wildchild smiles and nods as he extends his hand out to the fans then tap’s his thumb into his chest, making sure that all of the House of Todd knows that these fans are on his side. Todd turns to face the crowd, bickering at them as Wildchild sneaks up behind him. “Todd,” shouts Riley. “Look out behind you!” Todd turns around just as Wildchild loops his arm underneath the Savior’s and takes him over with a textbook armdrag. Todd rolls back to his feet immediately and rushes towards Wildchild, but the Bahama Bomber lifts his arm up quickly, locking it underneath that of his opponent, and arches backwards, taking Royal over with a Japanese-style armdrag! “Royal had better stop worrying about the crowd,” remarks Comet, “or he’s going to find himself looking up at the lights before he knows what’s happened to him!” Todd pounds the canvas in frustration before getting back to his feet. He walks right up to Wildchild, getting nose-to-nose with him. The two superstars exchange words, and the Deity pushes Wildchild away with distaste… SMACK! OOOOOOOOOOH! … But the Bahama Bomber reacts instantaneously, blistering Todd’s face with an open-handed slap! Enraged, the Messiah thrusts his foot into Wildchild’s midsection, doubling him over, and wraps his arm around his head, trapping him in a side headlock. Todd barks something unintelligible at the crowd as Wildchild leads him back towards the edge of the ring, where he uses the ropes to provide him with the momentum to launch him across the ring. Wildchild leaps into the air to leapfrog Royal as he bounces off the ropes, and springs back upwards the second his feet touch the canvas, successfully executing a blind leapfrog as the challenger rebounds a second time. WHAM! Before Todd can bounce off the ropes a third time, the Human Hurricane rushes towards him with determination, leaping into the air just as the Savior turns back towards the ring and crashing into him with a cross-body block that knocks them both over the top rope! “Wildchild getting the better of Todd Royal with his high-speed offense,” notes Comet, as the Tag Team Champion hangs on to the top rope and skins the cat, pulling himself back into the ring. He then gestures at his partner as Royal gets back to his feet outside the ring, beckoning loudly and repeatedly for him to “get ready,” before running towards the corner, leaping gracefully onto the top turnbuckle. The Messiah spots Wildchild from the side of his eye, and sprints in the opposite direction to get away… WHAM! … But he runs smack into the Barracuda, who dives off the ring apron and blasts him with a flying clothesline! Wildchild jumps down from the top turnbuckle back into the ring, walking backwards across the ring… SMACK! … Before wheeling around suddenly and sucker-punching Landon Maddix in the mouth! Enraged, the Disciple steps into the ring to confront his aggressor as Johnny pulls Todd to his feet outside the ring, and Wildchild immediately alerts the referee to his enemy’s intentions. As Kivell forces Maddix back to the corner, the Caribbean Cruiser walks towards the edge of the ring and steps through the ropes to the ring apron. “Damn it, Kivell,” roars Riley, as Johnny scoops Royal up off of his feet, “stop worrying about Maddix, and pay attention to what Wild and Dangerous are doing to Todd outside the ring!” The Barracuda slams Todd across the ring barricade and holds him in position as Wildchild leaps from the apron onto the middle rope… CRASH! … Springing backwards off of the second rope and flipping backwards through the air before crashing into the challenger with a death-defying Asai moonsault! DUB-CEE! DUB-CEE! DUB-CEE! DUB-CEE! DUB-CEE! DUB-CEE! “Impressive Asai moonsault by Wildchild,” notes Comet, “as Wild and Dangerous take full advantage of the referee’s distraction to put a whipping on Todd Royal!” “Which is illegal, I might add,” replies Bobby, as Wildchild crawls back over the barricade. “Those two are illegally double-teaming Todd outside the ring, and the referee isn’t even counting!” Johnny slides Todd underneath the bottom rope as Wildchild climbs onto the apron. He grabs onto the top rope and uses it to sling himself into the ring, landing on the opposing middle rope and springing backwards… SPLASH! … Landing onto the Savior’s unprotected chest with a springboard moonsault! He applies a lateral press as the referee turns his attention away from Maddix and dives into position to make the count: ONE! TWO! THR— “Foot on the ropes,” shouts Riley. “Todd has his foot on the ropes!” Surely enough, the referee realizes that the challenger has swung his foot onto the bottom rope at the last possible second, and stops the count. “Aren’t you going to admonish the referee for being distracted that time,” asks Comet with mock sweetness. “Or is it only a bad thing when it doesn’t help your favorites?” “Obviously it was Todd’s Will that Kivell be across the ring talking to Maddix,” counters Riley, as Wildchild pulls Royal to his feet. “And, like the good Disciple that he is, Maddix made sure that the referee was following Todd’s Will!” Wildchild reaches across the ring and makes the tag to Johnny Dangerous, who steps between the ropes to enter the ring as Wildchild scoops the challenger up off of the mat… WHAM! … And slams him down to the mat! “Scoop and a slam,” shouts Comet. “Rare power display by Wildchild!” Johnny turns to face Wildchild and grabs him by the hand. He whips his partner towards the edge of the ring, but the Bahama Bomber reverses, sending the Barracuda to the ropes instead. “What are these two up to,” wonders Comet, as Johnny bounces off the ropes. Wildchild ducks down to lift Johnny into the air with a backdrop, and the Barracuda sails HIGH overhead… WHAM! … Crashing into Todd with an elevated Senton Splash! “Big time senton by Johnny,” exclaims Comet, as Johnny rolls over and hooks the leg. “This match could be over right now!” ONE! TWO! CRACK! But Landon Maddix rushes into the ring to make the save! Landon walks backwards towards his corner, as the referee is admonishing him… SMACK! … And Johnny springs off of the canvas, rushing towards Maddix and belting him with a running forearm shiver! The Disciple scrambles to get his hands on Johnny as the referee holds him back, and the Barracuda uses the distraction to signal his partner. “Landon Maddix with another rookie mistake,” says Comet, as Wildchild leaps into the ring. “He’d stay on the apron, if he knew what was good for him!” “I can’t believe that you can sit here and defend these two,” growls Riley, as Johnny suspends Todd’s upper body on the top rope, while holding his lower body off the mat. “If they weren’t cheating so much, Landon wouldn’t have to come into the ring!” “Well, Wild and Dangerous have a five-count to get in and out of the ring,” replies Comet. “And, if Maddix wouldn’t spend so much time distracting the referee, he might actually be able to make a five count!” Wildchild runs behind his partner across the ring, and leaps into the air as he bounces off the ropes, sailing over Johnny’s back… WHAM! … And crashes into Royal’s back with the Slam Dance! “Slam Dance,” grumbles Riley, as Wildchild steps back onto the ring apron before Kivell can turn back around. “Illegal as hell, of course! And that idiot referee didn’t even see it!” “Well,” replies Comet, “you can blame Todd’s Disciple for that; if he’d just stand on the apron and shut up, Wild and Dangerous wouldn’t be able to get away with anything, now would they?” Johnny lays Todd flat in front of his corner and makes the tag to Wildchild just as Kivell turns back around. The Bahama Bomber leaps onto the top turnbuckle, and Johnny climbs up to greet him. The referee faithfully begins his five count. “Watch this maneuver,” warns Comet, as Johnny traps Wildchild’s head in a front facelock, before grabbing him by the leg with his free hand and falling backwards off of the turnbuckle… SPLASH! … Slamming Wildchild back-first onto Royal’s chest with a superplex! “Brilliant tag team continuity by the champions,” exclaims Comet, as Johnny rolls out onto the ring apron, “and Todd Royal is in a bad way, as the referee drops down for the count!” ONE! TWO! THRE— KICKOUT! “Kickout by Todd Royal,” says Comet. “And a little surprising; Todd’s showing me something by taking all of this punishment so far!” “Never mind that,” grumbles Riley, “the referee should never have even counted that! It was the result of an illegal double-team! He should not have gone down to count that!” “What are you talking about,” asks Comet. “They have a five-count get in and out of there, Robert.” “That’s right,” concedes Riley, “but it was still the result of a double-team, Comet, which is illegal!” Comet looks somewhat confused, as Wildchild pulls Todd to his feet. “You still have a five-count to get out of there,” he reiterates. Riley sighs with exasperation, as Wildchild traps the Deity in an inverted front facelock, and reaches into the corner to make another quick tag. “I know that; all I’m saying is that the referee shouldn’t have counted!” Comet grins through his mask, as Johnny ascends to the top turnbuckle. “I understand what you’re saying, Robert,” he replies with mock sweetness. Wildchild lowers his body into a crouch, extending Royal’s back across his knee, as Johnny prepares to leap from the top rope. “Quit arguing with me, Comet,” barks Riley. “It’s getting too late in the night to argue with you!” SPLASH! Johnny leaps from the top turnbuckle, landing on Royal with an elementary body splash that crushes the challenger’s body between his own and Wildchild’s knee. The Tropical Tumbler exits to the ring apron as the referee makes another pinfall count: ONE! TWO! THREE— … But Landon rushes from across the ring yet again to break up the count. “I suppose you condone that,” says Comet, as Landon returns to his corner. “Absolutely,” replies Bobby, as Johnny pulls Todd to his feet. “That move never should have been counted in the first place; Landon was just calling it to the referee’s attention, that’s all!” Johnny holds Todd’s left arm with his left hand while he reaches over Todd’s back to trap him in an unconventional side headlock with his right hand. With the left side of Royal’s body exposed, Johnny lifts his knee off the canvas… WHAM! … And buries it into the Savior’s chest! WHAM! WHAM! The Barracuda repeats this process a few more times, before allowing Todd to fall mercifully to the canvas. He then leans back into his corner to make another quick tag. “Wild and Dangerous are the unquestioned Tag Team Specialists of the SWF,” says Comet, as Wildchild steps back into the ring. “They’ve done a number on Todd Royal, working him over with a series of double-team maneuvers, and quick tags to keep the fresh man in!” Johnny picks Todd’s feet up and locks his hands underneath them as Wildchild runs past him to the opposite side of the ring. The Barracuda begins to fall backwards towards the mat just as his partner rebounds off the ropes and runs back across the ring. The Human Hurricane leaps off of the top rope and curls into a ball as he springs off… WHAM! … Smashing into Todd’s chest with his patented Pinball attack, as Johnny launches the challenger into him with a slingshot! “Another fluid double-team by the Tag Team Champions,” says Comet, as Johnny returns to the ring apron. Wildchild hooks the leg as he covers Todd, and the referee drops down to count once more: ONE! TWO! THREE! “No,” shouts Riley. “Todd lives, by Todd! He lives!” “Give all the credit in the world to Todd Royal,” agrees Comet. “I didn’t think that he had it in him to take a beating like this!” Wildchild pulls Todd to his feet and grabs him by wrist, whipping him into a neutral corner. He rushes at the challenger as he staggers out of the corner and leaps into the air, vaulting off of the back of the Messiah’s neck and forcing him down to canvas. The Human Hurricane land elegantly on the top turnbuckle as Royal rolls over onto his back and springs off immediately… SPLASH! … Twisting around in midair and extending his arms into a crucifix position as he crashes into Todd’s chest with his patented twisting body splash! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
the.weej 0 Report post Posted March 8, 2004 “Andros Drop,” cries Comet. “That could be good enough to end it!” Wildchild hooks the leg yet again, but before Kivell can drop down to cover, Megan leaps up onto the ring apron to get his attention. “Come on, ref,” mumbles Comet, as Wildchild climbs off of Todd in frustration. “How about paying attention to the action in the match!” “What’s the matter, Comet,” asks Riley, mocking Comet’s earlier words. “Is it only a bad thing when it doesn’t help your favorites? You certainly didn’t have a problem when the referee was allowing Wild and Dangerous to continuously hit illegal double-teams; if you were the upstanding superhero that you claim to be, you would applaud the referee for staying consistent!” Comet fumes beside his broadcast partner but, realizing that he has a point, remains silent. Wildchild pulls Todd to his feet and grabs him by the wrist, whipping him towards the edge of the ring, but Royal reverses, sending the Tropical Tumbler into the ropes instead. Wildchild leapfrogs Todd as he bounces off the ropes, and spring back into the air as he rebounds a second time, but the challenger catches him in a bearhug. “Nice job to stop the Champions’ momentum,” notes Comet, as Todd, still holding onto Wildchild, begins to walk backwards towards his half of the ring. Kivell is again distracted by Megan Skye, who diverts his attention from the ring as Todd falls backwards towards the ropes… THWACK! … Allowing Maddix to reach up and grab Wildchild by the head as he falls and drops off of the ring apron, using his weight to clothesline the Bahama Bomber across the top rope! “What a brilliant move by the House of Todd,” marvels Riley, as a weary Deity reaches towards his corner to make the tag. “You’ve gotta give it up for that one, Comet!” “Absolutely,” replies Comet, as Royal and Maddix pick Wildchild up off of the canvas. Johnny rushes in to protest, and Megan continues to agitate from outside the ring, as Todd and Landon each grab one of Wildchild’s arms… WHAM! … And slam him forcefully into their corner! “Tag is made,” continues Comet, “and Maddix is finally in the ring, but now it’s a double-team by the House of Todd, as they ram Wildchild into the corner! The Barracuda came into the ring and had a few choice words for the referee, but that just opened the door up for Maddix and Royal to do some damage!” “And Johnny has no one to blame but himself,” answers Riley, as Maddix snares Wildchild in a front facelock before twisting his body sharply, and driving the Caribbean Cruiser to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker. “Weren’t you just saying the same thing about Maddix a few minutes ago? Johnny needs to act like he’s been here before!” Maddix leaps onto the middle rope and springs off, turning back towards the ring as he somersaults forward… WHAM! … And lands on Wildchild’s throat with a legdrop! Maddix floats over to apply a lateral press, as Kivell drops to the mat to count the shoulders: ONE! TWO! THRE— KICKOUT! “Relatively easy kickout by the Wildchild,” notes Comet, as Maddix pulls Wildchild to his feet. The Disciple lifts his knee into the Bahama Bomber’s midsection a couple of times, before grabbing him by the hair and leading him towards the edge of the ring, tossing him over the top rope. Maddix turns his back on Wildchild and begins congratulating himself, not noticing that the Human Hurricane has managed to hold on to the top rope. “Maddix had better not take his mind off of Wildchild for to long,” warns Comet, as Wildchild begins to skin the cat back into the ring… WHAM! … But the Disciple turns around just in time to catch him, and races towards the edge of the ring and diving feet-first at the upside-down Wildchild, blasting him in the head with a baseball slide that sends him tumbling down to the arena floor! “Marvelous maneuver by Landon Maddix,” crows Riley, as Todd drops from the apron down to the arena floor. “He caught Wildchild going to the well, and made him pay for it!” As if practiced thousands of times, Megan prances around the ring, and Landon walks towards the hero’s corner… SMACK! … Slapping Wildchild across the face! Johnny rushes in to confront the Disciple as Wildchild gets to his feet outside the ring, but this time the tables have been turned on the Tag Team Champions, as Kivell forces the Barracuda to return to his corner. Back outside the ring, Wildchild stands up and looks around to recover his bearings… CRACK! … Only to turn into a superkick by the incoming Todd Royal! The Bahama Bomber collapses to the floor in a heap as the Messiah stands over him, a haughty expression on his face. “Todd Damn,” shouts Riley. “Now that’s a superkick!” Todd pulls Wildchild to his feet and lays his upper body across the ring barricade, as Megan climbs onto the apron on the other side of the ring, and begins to pester both Johnny and the referee. Todd picks Wildchild’s legs up, suspending him horizontally off the barricade, and turns back towards the ring, barking directions at Maddix. “Turn around, referee,” orders Comet, as Landon climbs to the top turnbuckle. “Try to pay attention to what’s going on with the match!” “Hey,” replies Bobby, “didn’t you say that all’s fair outside the ring? The referee can’t call it if he can’t see it, can he?” Landon turns towards his partner and leaps off the top turnbuckle down to the arena floor… SPLASH! … Crashing down into Wildchild’s unprotected back with a body splash! “By Zeus,” moans Comet. “What a tremendous maneuver!” “Maddix must have been up eighteen feet in the air, relative to where Wildchild was outside the ring; there’s no question that that had to do serious damage!” Maddix rolls off of Wildchild and leads him over to the ring, rolling him underneath the bottom rope, and climbs onto the ring apron as Royal returns to their corner. He uses the top rope to propel himself into the ring… SPLASH! … Smashing into Wildchild’s chest with a slingshot Senton Splash! He leans backwards to make a cover, and Kivell drops down to count the shoulders: ONE! TWO! THR— OOF! … But before the referee’s hand can strike a third time, Johnny runs in from across the ring, and kicks Maddix in the midsection to break up the count. As Kivell orders the Barracuda back to his corner, Todd sneaks back into the ring behind him, and assists his partner in some devious double-team activity. “Now you’re about to see a REAL tag team at work,” crows Riley, as the House of Todd each grab one of Wildchild’s arms and whip him towards the ropes… WHAM! … Locking their hands together and rushing at the Tropical Tumbler as he rebounds, sending him crashing to the mat with a double clothesline! Todd steps back onto the apron just as Kivell turns his attention back towards the action in the ring, and Maddix makes sure he sees the tag. “I love it,” says Riley. “We’re about to see some more fluid tag team action by the House of Todd!” “Wildchild’s in a bad way,” agrees Comet, as Landon whips Wildchild across the ring and trips him to the canvas as he rebounds off the ropes with a drop toehold… WHAM! … Holding him in place for the Savior, who comes off the ropes with an elbow drop to the back!” “Brilliant tag team wrestling by the House of Todd,” admires Riley, as Landon walks calmly back onto the apron. Royal rolls Wildchild onto his back and applies a lateral press as Kivell checks the shoulders: ONE! TWO! THREE— “Kickout,” shouts Comet. “That was close, but not quite three!” Todd pulls Wildchild to his feet and tosses him into his corner, before walking out towards the center of the ring and obstructing the referee’s vision, allowing Maddix to wrap the tag rope around the Caribbean’s throat and choke him out! Wildchild’s flailing causes Johnny to rush in to assist his partner, but Kivell gets in his way again, holding him in the corner, and Maddix uses the distraction to grab Wildchild around the head and drop down to the arena floor… THWACK! … Clotheslining the Bahama Bomber against the top rope! Todd walks over to pick up the mess as Kivell forces Johnny back onto the apron. “Johnny gets suckered back in,” reports Comet, “but he’s not helping partner out at all!” “Absolutely not,” agrees Riley. “And that’s brilliant tag team wrestling on the part of the House of Todd; if you’ve got a guy that’s as eager as Johnny Dangerous to get into the ring, then do things to DRAW him in! Because then, the referee’s going to have to chase him back out, and then you can do a lot of damage!” Todd pulls Wildchild to his feet and whips him towards the ropes… WHAM! … But the Human Hurricane leaps onto the top rope and curls up into a ball as he springs off, smashing into Todd’s chest with his patented Pinball attack! “Pinball,” shouts Comet, as both men roll around on the canvas. “Both men are down! Boy, Royal must really be hurting from the beating that he took earlier!” Nevertheless, the Messiah is the first to his feet, and he pulls Wildchild up as well, leading him over to a neutral corner. He presses Wildchild’s against the turnbuckles and draws his arm back… SMACK! … Blistering his chest with a reverse knife-edge chop! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Royal gets a few more licks in before grabbing Wildchild by the wrist and pulling him out of the corner, whipping him across the ring, but the Tropical Tumbler reverses, slamming the challenger into the corner a neutral corner instead! He charges across the ring and leaps into the air as he approaches the corner, and twists around in midair to crash into the challenger, but the Disciple runs across the apron and grabs Todd by the shoulder, pushing him safely out of Wildchild’s reach. “Quick thinking by Landon Maddix,” says Comet, as Wildchild lands on the middle turnbuckle, “He just saved Royal from a devastating maneuver!” SPLASH! … But he can’t save himself, as Wildchild springs seamlessly off of the turnbuckle and over the top rope, crashing into the Cockroach with a springboard moonsault that sends them both to the arena floor! DUB-CEE! DUB-CEE! DUB-CEE! DUB-CEE! “Tremendous moonsault by the Human Hurricane,” screams Comet, as Wildchild pulls Maddix up to his feet… SPLASH! … But Royal grabs onto the top rope and launches himself out of the ring, knocking both men back down with a slingshot plancha! OOOOOH! The crowd lets out a collective gasp as all three men end up in a heap on the floor. The referee leans over the edge of the ring and begins to deliver his ten-count. ONE! TWO! THREE! “We’ve got a car crash outside the ring,” says Comet, as Johnny steps inside the ring, “as three of the four competitors in the match all hit the floor with spectacular aerial moves!” FIVE! SIX! SPLASH! Unbeknownst to referee Kivell, Johnny Dangerous runs across the ring behind him and leaps over the top rope, sailing outside the ring and crashing into all three men with a corkscrew plancha! JOHN-NY! JOHN-NY! JOHN-NY! JOHN-NY! “And now Johnny Dangerous joins the action,” shouts Comet. “We’ve got a four-car pileup! Completely discombobulated, Kivell restarts his count as all four men roll around on the arena floor. Johnny recovers first and pulls Maddix to his feet, but the Cockroach surprises him with a rake of the eyes! He grabs Johnny by the wrist… CRACK! … But the Barracuda reverses, sending him into the ringpost! Meanwhile, Wildchild recovers and pulls Todd off of the floor, grabbing him by the wrist and whipping him towards the ring barricade, but the Savior reverses, sending Wildchild in instead. The Bahama Bomber leaps into the air as he draws near the barricade, and lands on top of it. Todd charges towards him in order to knock him down, but the Human Hurricane flips backwards off of the barricade, sailing over Royal and landing behind him. Todd puts his hands up to prevent himself from crashing into the barricade, and quickly spins around to locate his opponent. He runs towards Wildchild, but the Tropical Tumbler steps to the side, and Royal runs right past him… CRACK! … And right into the foot of the Barracuda! “Johnny Kick,” shouts Comet, as Todd falls to the floor like a sack of potatoes. “Todd ran right into that Johnny kick!” Megan runs around the ring to get Wildchild’s attention as Johnny bends down to pick up Todd… WHAM! And, unseen by the Tag Team Champions, Maddix runs up behind Johnny and knocks him to the floor with a double axe-handle! Wildchild chases Megan away and turns back towards his partner… CRACK! … Only to eat a superkick from the Cockroach! Megan heads in the opposite direction and begins to distract the referee. “Matthew Kivell has lost all control of this match,” sneers Riley, as Maddix pulls Johnny to his feet and dumps him unceremoniously over the barricade into the crowd. He then rips the protective padding off of the arena floor behind the referee’s line of sight. “Dammit, ref, pay attention to what’s going on,” shouts Comet. Maddix picks Wildchild up and rolls him underneath the bottom rope before climbing onto the apron. He uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet and then reaches over the top rope into the ring, grabbing Wildchild by the hair and pulling him back to his feet. “Todd Royal is a little slow to get back up after that Johnny Kick,” notes Comet, as Landon turns Wildchild around to face the inside of the ring. “But after the beating that he took earlier on in the match, who can blame him… By Zeus, is Maddix going to do what I think he’s going to do?” “If he does,” answers Riley, as Maddix reaches over the top rope to wrap his hands around Wildchild’s waist, “you can kiss Wildchild goodbye!” “Oh no,” shrieks Comet. “Suplex to the outside coming up!” Maddix tightens his grip and pops his hips to jerk Wildchild off of his feet and outside the ring, but the Bahama Bomber laces his feet around the bottom rope, preventing the suplex attempt. “Thank heaven,” sighs Comet, as Landon tries repeatedly to pull Wildchild out of the ring, to no avail. “Wildchild’s quick thinking may have saved him from permanent injury!” BAP! Wildchild thrusts his elbow back sharply, smashing the Disciple on the bridge of the nose, and snapping his head back with a wicked elbow smash! Maddix lurches his head back, and begins shaking it vigorously to clear the cobwebs as Johnny crawls back over the ring barricade. “Look out, Maddix,” warns Riley, as Johnny jumps up and smacks him in the small of the back with a forearm. The Disciple slumps backwards off the apron, allowing Johnny to step underneath him and position Landon in a seated position on his shoulders. “NO,” screams Riley, as Wildchild runs to the corner and climbs onto the top turnbuckle. “Don’t do it!” “Turnabout is fair play,” replies Comet, as Johnny turns to face the exposed concrete floor. “You didn’t have any problems with Maddix wanting to suplex Wildchild onto the concrete!” Wildchild runs across the top rope before diving off of it out of the ring. He snares Landon’s head in a side headlock as he flies through the air, and Johnny kicks his legs out from underneath him… WHAAAAM! … Sitting out into an Electric Chair Drop as Wildchild drives the Disciple’s head face first into the exposed concrete with a flying bulldog headlock! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! “Holy Shit,” exclaims Comet. “Dangerous Drop! By Zeus, a Dangerous Drop out onto the concrete!” Megan, realizing her folly all too late, tries desperately tries to divert the referee’s attention back towards the action as Johnny and Wildchild get back to their feet, leaving the Cockroach lying face down in a pool of his own blood, and turn their attention back to Todd Royal, who is just now starting to get up. WHAM! Wildchild and Johnny each thrust their feet towards the Messiah’s face, nearly decapitating him with a double-superkick! “Chicklet Buster,” shudders Comet, “By Thor’s Hammer, what a marvelous double-superkick! I think I felt my own teeth rattle on that one!” Wildchild rolls Todd underneath the bottom rope and slides in after him as Johnny walks around the ring back to their corner. The Human Hurricane pulls Todd to his feet and grabs him by the wrist, whipping him across the ring, leaping into the air as Royal bounces off the ropes and whipping his leg sharply through the air… SMACK! … And crushing his windpipe with a leg lariat! Wildchild rolls back to his feet and makes the crisp tag to Johnny and turns Todd around to face the ropes, lifting his legs off of the canvas and locking his hands underneath them. “More tag team action coming up,” warns Comet, as Johnny positions himself on the ring apron. Wildchild leans back, propelling the Deity through the air as Johnny leaps onto the top rope and springs into the ring… WHAM! … Leveling Todd as he’s catapulted into a flying lariat! Wildchild rolls onto the ring apron and Johnny applies a lateral press as Kivell drops down to count the shoulders: ONE! TWO! THRE— No! “Kickout,” sighs Riley. “Thank Todd, he kicked out!” the Barracuda pulls Todd back to his feet and leads him over to his corner, where he makes the quick tag back to Wildchild. The Champions each grab one of Royal’s arms and whips him across the ring, grabbing him as he rebounds and lifting him off the canvas… WHAM! … Slamming him back down with a shattering double-spinebuster! In one fluid motion, Wildchild and Johnny each grapevine one of the victim's legs with their near leg. They reach across their bodies with their far arms and lock hands, and then roll forward, pulling the victim off the mat and through the air… WHAM! … Before slamming them back down to the mat with a double leg-whip powerbomb! “Big time maneuver by the Tag Team Champions,” shouts Comet, as Kivell orders Johnny back to the apron. He then drops down to the canvas to deliver the three count: ONE! TWO! THR— But, before the referee’s hand can slap the mat for a third time, Megan leaps onto the ring apron, jumping around to get his attention. Johnny, having had enough of her antics, runs across the ring, scaring her off the apron and then climbs out of the ring to chase her up the ramp. He turns his attention back to the ring as Wildchild pulls Todd to his feet and lifts him up off the canvas, spinning around before falling back down… WHAM! … Planting the Savior in the center of the ring with a Corkscrew suplex! “Big time Corkscrew suplex by Wildchild,” exclaims Comet, as Johnny climbs back onto the ring apron. The Barracuda climbs onto the top turnbuckle against the referee’s advice, as Wildchild climbs the opposing corner. “Uh-oh,” moans Comet, as Wild and Dangerous measure the Messiah from the turnbuckles. “We could see the E.L.E coming up!” Wildchild leaps from one turnbuckle, rotating his body forward and pumping his arms and legs together to execute a shooting-star frog splash, as Johnny leaps from the opposite turnbuckle, twisting his body around and extending his leg… WHAM! … And smashes into Todd with a corkscrew legdrop precisely as Wildchild lands the shooting-star frog splash! “Extinction Level Event,” shrieks Comet, as Johnny rolls out of the ring. “By Zeus, they got him with the Extinction Level Event! That’s going to do it!” Wildchild hooks the leg as Kivell drops down to deliver the count: ONE! TWO! THREE! NO! “Kickout,” cries Riley. “Praise Todd, He kicked out! Wildchild pulls Todd to his feet yet again and leads him over to his corner, where he makes the tag to Johnny. The Barracuda leaps onto the top turnbuckle as Wildchild trips Royal with a double-leg takedown, before locking his arms underneath the challenger’s legs. The Tropical Tumbler falls backwards towards the corner, propelling Todd into it as Johnny leaps off of the top turnbuckle… WHAM! … Snaring the Deity’s head and pulling back in the other direction as he slams him into the mat with a blockbuster! Wildchild rolls out of the ring and Johnny applies a half-hearted cover as Landon finally begins to get back to his feet outside the ring. ONE! TWO! THRE— “No,” shrieks Riley, as Maddix uses the ropes to pull himself back onto he apron. “I told you, Comet! It Todd’s Will that He wins tonight!” “And luck at Landon Maddix just now getting back up on the ring apron,” notes Comet, as the Barracuda pulls Royal to his feet. “But what a golden opportunity by Wild and Dangerous; they had Landon out of commission, but couldn’t put Todd away!” WHAM! Johnny picks Todd up in a fireman’s carry and runs forward, diving towards the mat and grinding the Messiah against the ropes with a rolling Fireman’s carry! The Barracuda rolls easily to his feet and holds his forearm above his head, slapping it with his other hand as the fans begin to cheer loudly in anticipation. “Johnny just gave the sign for the Silver Bullet,” shouts Comet, as Johnny walks to the corner to make the tag. “If they hit this, it’s all over!” Wildchild climbs onto the top turnbuckle as Johnny pulls Royal to his feet, before grabbing him by the wrist and whipping him across the ring. Johnny lowers his head as Todd bounces off the ropes and lifts the victim high into the air with a big back body drop as the Human Hurricane explodes off the top turnbuckle… WHAM! … Blasting the Deity in the face with a flying forearm! Wildchild crashes to the canvas atop Royal as Johnny walks back to his corner, raising his arms in triumph. Kivell counts the shoulders as the fans begin to chant in time with the count: ONE! TWO! THR— WHAM! … But, unseen by anyone, Maddix climbs onto the top turnbuckle and leaps off fearlessly, smashing his head into Wildchild’s with a swandive headbutt to break up the count! “Disciple Dive,” sighs Riley, as Johnny runs back into the ring. “Landon does his duty, and makes the save!” Johnny pulls Landon to his feet… CHING! … But the Cockroach stuns him with a low blow! As he bends over in pain, Maddix grabs him by the wrist and whips him towards the ropes, but the Barracuda reverses, pulling Landon into a fireman’s carry takeover… CRASH! … And leaning backwards over the top rope, dumping Maddix down to the arena floor with a release Fallaway Slam! “MI Slam,” barks Comet. “By Zeus, MI Slam over the top! Maddix is back down! Royal is back down! This match is as good as over!” Kivell peers over the edge of the ring to check on Maddix as Johnny walks over to Royal and pulls him to his feet, trapping him in a front facelock as Wildchild gets back up. “There’s no telling what these two have planned here,” warns Comet, as Johnny lifts Todd into a delayed vertical suplex. “They’ve just about used the whole bag of tricks, but who knows if they’ve got something special planned for the House of Todd!” Wildchild steps out onto the ring apron and steadies himself as Johnny turns to face him, still holding Todd overhead, before leaping onto the top rope and springing into the ring wrapping his arms and legs around the suspended Messiah’s body and pushing him off of Johnny’s shoulders… WHAAAAAM! … Planting his head into the canvas with an elevated sitout piledriver! Johnny runs over to his corner and exits to the ring apron as Wildchild holds the motionless Todd Royal in place for the pin: ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! The Staples Center erupts as “Y.O.U.” begins to play again. Wildchild rolls to his feet as Johnny returns to the ring, embracing his partner as the referee walks to the edge of the ring to retrieve the Tag Team Titles. “What a gutsy display by Todd Royal,” marvels Comet. “He withstood just about everything that the Tag Team Champions threw at him, but he wasn’t able to get up after that last maneuver! I swear, Robert, I’ve never seen a piledriver variation like that before!” “Someone must have replaced my Book of Todd with a different translation,” grumbles Riley. “Damned Greeks always get the dates wrong… Just know this, Comet; Todd Royal proved tonight that He can withstand the measure of what Wild and Johnny Dangerous can bring; he can take everything that they can dish out, and I promise you that the next time these two teams meet, the House of Todd will emerge victorious!” Kivell hands the Championship belts to Wild and Dangerous and raises their hands in triumph, as Funyon rises from his seat and lifts the microphone to his lips to make the official announcement. “Here are your winners,” he says, “and… STIIIL SWF Tag Team Champions! WILD! AAAAAAAAND DANGEROUS!” “An outstanding performance by the best tag team in the business,” exclaims Comet. “As they hold on to the Tag Team Titles. We’ve still got some more great action coming up, so don’t get up!” As we: FADE OUT Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
the.weej 0 Report post Posted March 8, 2004 (edited) With flames shooting into the air to signal to the populace of the Staples Center that the trials by combat are about to continue. And as with all ancient battles of blood and circus, it is always important for the warriors to be announced to the cheering masses. To provide that service meanders as the SWF’s answer to the trumpet blowers of yore, the man called Funyon. “This next contest is scheduled for ONE fall and is set for a thirty-minute time limit and is for the SWF United States Junior League Championship. Introducing first…” HONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNK! HONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNK! With the sounds of Sara Evans barely even audible over the sound of a roaring motor, the entrance to the arena is soon filled with a tractor trailer cab as it barrels down the ramp way. Adorned on the side with a colorful painting that records the name of the truck as the ‘Pork Chop Express’, it is clear that Coy West is catching a ride in the passenger seat of this mammoth diesel engine. With the truck coming to a stop outside the ring, West pops open the door of the cab and hangs out the side with an arm high in the air. Pulling off the baseball cap off his skull, The Coyote flings the hat deep into the tenth row before hopping off the truck and rolling into the ring. Rising up to his feet as the truck backs its way back the way it came, Coy waves back at the man who gave him a ride to the ring. Turning his face back into the center of the ring, the rampaging redneck bounces from toe to toe in preparation for the battle to come. But even as West moves about the ring, it is obvious that he does not come into this match unscathed as two small bandages are plastered to his face. Obviously having pliers attached to your face by Dace Night does not fade away in a matter of days. But there is a new battle today just like always. “He weighs in tonight at 240 pounds and three beers. Hailing from the S. S. General Lee Junior, this is the Coyote COYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY WESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSST!” Fluffing his mullet into the air for a moment, Coy puts his arms into the air and enjoys the cheers of the crowd. Pulling loose the white T-shirt up and over his head, West tosses the shirt over the top rope and to a ringside attendant as he waits patiently for the next man to head down to the ring. West does not have long to wait… With the SmarkTron screen firmly planted on the challenger’s face, West looks on as his virtual image begins to swirl back and forth as though someone had grabbed the television antenna and given it one heck of a swirl. But all is well within the parameters of The Experiment and its head scientist. "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 SmarkTron reception returning to normal, the crowd balks immediately at the sight of Andrew Blackwell walking through the aisle. Unflinching in the face of so much hatred being poured into his face by the Los Angeles crowd, Sacred simply stalks down the aisle. Walking right into the ring Andrew pulls loose his USJL Title and shoves it right into West’s face as if to tell the challenger that this will be as close as he comes to taking that belt home with him. Not blinking at the sign of intimidation West simply stares ahead into the Sacred One’s maw as Blackwell backs away and hands the strap over to referee Kivell. “Weighing in tonight at 215 pounds and hailing from Adelaide, Australia. He is the reigning SWF United States Junior League Champion. He is ‘THE SACRED ONNNNNNNNE’ ANNNNNNDREW BLACKWELLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!” The Cyclone Comet begins to speak as the two warriors back into their respective corners; “These two men have had only one encounter in the past during a two falls triple threat with Janus. During that contest, Sacred pinned West and then West did the same to Blackwell. But this contest will only go one fall so there is no point in holding anything back here." “You got that right,” notes Bobby Riley. “But these two have really been on a collision course ever since West won a number one contenders battle against Jimmy Liston a few weeks ago. Now that chip is going to be cashed in for the express purpose of having Blackwell kill that inbred bastard once and for all.” Having presented the belt to all four sides of the ring and given both men their last minute instructions, Matthew Kivell steps back into the middle of the ring and signals to the time keeper in order to start the match officially. DING! DING! At the sound of the bell both men come roaring out of their corners to meet in the middle of the ring with a collar-and-elbow tie up. Immediately pulling to one side with his weight advantage, West tosses Sacred to one side with a deep arm drag takeover. But as Blackwell rises up he rips his arm away from his opponent in order to avoid the armbar submission and closes the distance with his foe in a moment to hook in a headlock. Dropping down to a knee, Andrew pulls The Coyote over with the headlock but can only hold on for a moment before West wraps his legs around Andrew’s neck and reverses into a leg scissors. Kicking hard, The Sacred One tries to work his way out from the hold only to find West clinched down on his neck hard enough to keep Blackwell under wraps for the moment. But how long that moment will be proved to be an issue yet to be resolved as Andrew rolls over to his knees as West continues to work to keep him down. But as Blackwell gets up on his toes, he is able to burst his head loose from Coy’s grip and leap across West’s body in order to procure another headlock. “You know,” notes Bobby Riley, “what is really odd about this match is that Sacred is from Australia and West has never been a member of the Junior Leagues. They might as well rename it the completely non-descriptive title.” With the Cyclone Comet downing another Pepsi Max in order to dull the pain of his commentary partner, West holds onto Sacred with a tight waist and uses it to pull both men up to their feet. But as he get up to his feet, West feels the force of the headlock increase as Sacred moves the headlock up and down in rapid succession in order to drive The Coyote down to a knee. Popping his hips away from his challenger, The Sacred One works to pry West’s neck backward in order to create a weakness that Sacred could exploit later on in the contest. But a simple headlock can not keep even the simple Coy trapped for long as he pushes back up into Sacred and back up to his fullest height. West shoves Blackwell off in short order and into the ropes but in doing so elevates his center of gravity high enough that Andrew can get underneath him with a shoulder tackle and send the challenger down to the mat. Leaving West on the canvas for a moment, the USJL Champion heads off to the other side of the ring as West slides low at a position by his feet. Leaping over Coy with ease, Sacred hits the ropes on the far side and runs headlong into a second arm drag which transitions nicely into an armbar in short order. Controlling the arm tightly, West pushes into Sacred’s shoulder to hopefully pull forth a submission as Blackwell struggles to counter. But uses his surprisingly able grasp of ring positioning and mat tactics, West steps over his downed foe in order to latch on tightly with a pump handle armbar. Bobby Riley talks over the wrestling going on in the ring, “Both men still in the are in the process of feeling each other up here.” “You mean feeling each other OUT.” “What did I say?” The Comet sighs, “Never mind. You might be right though, as neither man seemingly wants to be the first to make a major mistake. Both men have to be a bit unsure of themselves knowing that each have already gotten pin falls over the other.” Pushing his way up to his knees, the master of the Experiment forces his way out from underneath his opponent as West moves over to the side while keeping the armbar locked down tightly. But that tight lock might not be as tight as West might hope as Sacred rises up to his feet with hand firmly placed in Coy’s face. Andrew then uses his free arm to collect a handful of belt loop and push West backward into the ropes. Freeing Blackwell’s arm at the insistence of the referee, West soon finds himself hurled across the ring with a whip as Sacred simply ignores the referee’s mild condemnation. But this time it is West who manages to lower his center of gravity and jam Andrew to the canvas with a hard shoulder tackle directly on the shoulder that West worked over only a moment before. Coy takes a moment to grin down at his battered opponent before hopping into the side ropes for a bit more momentum. But when The Coyote runs back into the USJL Champion he finds Blackwell waiting in the middle of the ring to send him over the top with a hip toss. However, West counters immediately by extending his base and blocks the toss just before whipping Sacred right back down to the mat with the third arm drag of the evening. Cranking back down on the arm bar, the rampaging redneck smiles his crooked smile as Blackwell groans in pain. “And Coy West comes out ahead in yet another minor exchange,” calls The Cyclone Comet. “Now fans some of you might think that West would have to hit something big to take this match away, but the fact is quite different. You pile up enough minor moves and string together into the right place and you are well on your way to winning a match regardless of whether or not you even ever leave your feet.” Holding onto the arm by the wrist, West tries to pile on some more minor victories as he hammers down across Sacred’s shoulder with a hard right hand. Dropping Blackwell darn near flat against the canvas with the blow, West steps over the shoulder and quickly hops into the air a few inches. Dropping down against the shoulder with his entire 240 pounds, West continues to apply pressure as he looks into the crowd. Stepping off the shoulder, The Coyote uses the arm to control Sacred up and to his feet before driving the USJL champion back and into a corner with a hammerlock. Shoving Blackwell forward, West jams the champion’s shoulder into the turnbuckle and watches for an opening as Sacred slowly turns back towards him. BAM! West slams a looping right hand into the jaw of his adversary as the fans continue to murmur at the action. Leaning back yet again, West punches Sacred right in the shoulder before once again controlling Andrew with an arm wringer. Leaning into Blackwell, The Coyote uses the arm to once again move Blackwell across the ring with an Irish whip. Andrew slams into the turnbuckle all the while protecting his shoulder by taking all the impact against his back as Coy comes charging across the middle of the ring and strikes home with a hard corner clothesline. Knocked loopy from the blow, Andrew staggers out of the corner a few steps before simply collapsing right on his face in the middle of the ring. Raising both his arms to the crowd, Coy calls on the cheers as the populace replies in kind. “WILD WESY! WILD WEST!” Winding up his right arm, West keeps a careful eye on his opponent as Sacred slowly pulls his body up and off the mat. Flinging his own body across the ring West looks to crash into Blackwell with a flying lariat only to find nothing there when he gets back. No Blackwell, no ropes, and nothing to keep West form soaring all the way out of the ring and to the arena floor! WHAM! “SWEET ZOMBIE JESUS!” Flying right over the top rope that had been pulled down by the USJL Champion only a moment before, Coy hits the hard asphalt floor hard and continues to roll so far that he actually rams his own body into the steel barricade! Hitting the metal with a sickening impact, the railing is knocked nearly into the stunt grandma sitting in the front row as Coy rolls back the other way before coming to a very complete stop. Clutching at the small of his back the rampaging redneck struggles to rise as soon as he can in the hopes that he can close the gaping opening that he just left for Sacred. But hopes are seemingly fleeting as Andrew Blackwell rolls out of the ring all the while rubbing out his shoulder from the extended stays in an armbar. But Sacred still has a perfectly good right arm to use in the meantime as he hammers West across the top of the head with a hard forearm blow that sends Coy flat against the arena floor once again. Collecting Coy off the arena floor with a handful of mullet, Sacred looks about for a moment before sending West across the floor and… CLANG! Face first into a ring post! Coy is knocked right off his feet as they go flying right out from underneath him. Rolling over onto his stomach immediately, West places a hand across his already tender forehead as Sacred moves in on his opponent once again. Blackwell plucks West off the arena floor and tosses him underneath the bottom rope before walking up to the apron himself in order to break the count that the referee had started as soon as West had hit the floor in the first place. With that count broken, Sacred drops right back tot he floor and reaches underneath the bottom rope in order to grab West and pull him back tot he apron so that West’s head dangles over the precipice of the ring apron. Sacred steps back a few feet to one side and then charges at West in order to drive a hard elbow right into the face of the exposed challenger. Leaping up to the apron itself is Sacred’s next move and that easily lends itself to another guillotine-type attack as Blackwell hops into the air and crushes West’s face underneath the weight of a hard legdrop. Crushed by the impact, Coy slides all the way down the apron before falling off the edge and to the arena floor yet again. Thankfully for him Sacred no longer seems interested in working him over on the outside and quickly deposits West back underneath the bottom rope and into the ring. “What a great series of moves by Andrew Blackwell,” calls out Bobby Riley, “and it is so damn smart of him to send West back inside the ring right now. All it takes is a minor error on the outside and you’ll end up hitting steel. Now Blackwell has a lot wider margin for error.” Heading into the middle of the ring on his hands and knees, West tries to get some distance only to find Andrew Blackwell right behind him and striking hard with a swift kick across the face. Grabbing West by the mullet once again, Sacred pulls his stunned opponent in between his legs with a standing head scissors as the crowd watches on with a look of worry for their favorite man with really bad teeth. Quickly rubbing his shoulder, Sacred reaches down and grabs West around the waist in preparation for what might be a piledriver. But as Sacred lifts West high onto his shoulders, we all know there is more at stake when Blackwell runs forward a few steps and dumps West right on the back of his head with the Lyger bomb! “For my Fallen Angel!” yells out The Cyclone Comet as Matthew Kivell slides into position for… ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNE! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! THRENOTGONNAHAPPEN! Kicking wildly, West manages to catch Sacred right on the nose in order to force his way out of the pinning combination and keep his chance for the USJL Championship still alive but not well. Shaking off the kick to his face, Sacred is back on his feet in a moment and already attacking with a series of short forearms to the forehead. Knocking West flat against the canvas, Sacred drops down to his hands and knee and starts to grind his forearm into the face of the down challenger. Ripping the gauze away from Coy’s head with a savage deliberateness, Sacred exposes the cuts underneath in order to further his quest for a successful USJL Championship defense. Stomping West twice more in the face, Blackwell prowls across the ring as West wipes his hand across his head in order to check for any serious damage to the soft tissue that has only just begun to heal over. Collecting Coy off the canvas, Sacred pulls his opponent over towards the turnbuckles and once again strikes him hard in the face with a forearm blow followed immediately with a knife-edge chop across the chest. Andrew Blackwell pushes West across the ring with a hard Irish whip that sends West smashing into the turnbuckles at what must be a million miles per hour… literally! Unable to hold himself in the corner from the force of the impact, West stumbles out of the corner a few steps before Sacred grabs him by the head and drives his face into the canvas with a running diamond cutter! “RKO!” Not going for a cover, Sacred simply sits up on the canvas and begins to chuckle as a pool of red begins to form under the face of the downed challenger. The Cyclone Comet speaks, “That abrasion must have done it! Smashing Coyote against the canvas was enough to open up the cuts that Dace Night put there a few days ago!” Looking down at the bloody West with a look of complete satisfaction, Sacred boots his opponent across the face once more in order to have Coy completely laid out in the middle of the ring. Hopping into the air immediately, Sacred jams down on West with a legdrop that further serves to blur the features of the Christian soldier. Rolling on top of his opponent, Sacred makes a cover while jamming a forearm right into the cut in order to make it even harder for West to get off the canvas. ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNE! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! THRNOOOOOWAYBROTHER! Sacred instantly collects West into a high rear chinlock as he begins to rant at the referee for allowing this match to continue. With his hands and forearms across West’s head, Blackwell grinds away at the cuts as West begins to visibly shake under the pressure and blood loss. Causing his own hands to be covered in red, Blackwell continues to rip his arms across the features of his opponent as referee Matthew Kivell checks in closely to see if West wants to continue this contest. West reports with a throaty yell that he won’t quit though as Sacred simply continues to maul him with this modified chinlock. Pulling West from one side and then the other, Sacred simply enjoys the pain he is causing as West struggles in the hold. But finally, West begins to move under his own power once again and pushes into Sacred in response. Shoving his way up to his feet, West turns into Sacred and starts to fire elbows into the breadbasket of the champion. Opening up enough room, West flings his way loose from Sacred and heads into the ropes. BUT GETS CAUGHT! SPANNNNNISH INQUISITION! Catching West underneath the shoulder, Sacred pulls the lanky West right off the canvas before jamming his head and shoulders right into the canvas with the modified rock bottom! ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNE! “That’s the move that got Sacred the pin against West last time!” TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! THREEEEEMYGODNOOOO! “I thought that was it!” damns Bobby Riley. “Sacred had that hick down and out but the last spasms of life managed to get his shoulders off the canvas.” “I think Coy West is a whole lot farther away from death than you might admit,” replies The Cyclone Comet. “Sacred simply didn’t have Janus in the ring to squeeze the life out of his opponent for him this time.” “He’s not done yet,” replies Riley. “Sacred still has enough tricks to take down anyone!” Looking at the referee with a sneer, Sacred plunks right back down onto West with a claw firmly planted into the bloody forehead of the challenger. Unwilling to allow such a vile move to continue for long, Referee Kivell grabs a hold of the USJL Champion and starts to pull him away from his illegal choice of attack. Leaving West on the bloody canvas, Sacred gets up in the face of the referee for just a moment as West tries to crawl away from his obviously demented opponent. But West only manages to get to his knees before Blackwell grabs him by the back of the jeans and hurls him into a turnbuckle. Standing strait up in the corner for a moment only allows some more blood to flow into Coy’s eyes before Sacred cuts him across the chest with a chop. Rocking back on his heels for a moment, West obviously aches from the impact of the chop but at least knows for the moment just where Blackwell is standing. Throwing a punch through bloody eyes, West connects with all of his 240 pounds behind him and knocks the USJL Champion all the way down tot he canvas. Immediately rising up in a furry, Sacred virtually dives into Coy’s face and starts to maul at his opponent’s face. “Sacred is like some kind of animal in that ring,” notes The Cyclone Comet with a hint of worry in his voice. “He keeps up on that cut the way he is and he’s going to render West entirely unconscious.” “Sure when you get cut the first thing that happens is that you get a little surge of energy,” recalls Bobby Riley, “but after a few minutes, its like all f your energy is just seeping out of you.” Pulling out of the gouge at the count of four, Sacred proves to everyone that there is indeed a vile intellect behind all that animal rage. Cracking West across his bloody face yet again with a hard forearm, Sacred sends a red mist into the air as West withers in the corner. But once again, the strike lets West know just where Sacred is and he fires back with another right hook that catches Blackwell right underneath the jaw. Keeping his feet this time, Sacred nonetheless feels the effect of the blow as West once again fires a right into his opponent’s face. Placing a hand out to know where Blackwell is standing, Coy slams his fist his opponent yet again and again and again until finally Blackwell fights back with a hard knee to the stomach. Quickly snagging West by the back of the head, Sacred pulls him backward and hooks him position for a dragon sleeper before dropping strait to the canvas with a reverse diving DDT! “That might have done it!” ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNE! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! THREEEEEEEENOOOOOO! “He kicked out again! How does West keep doing it?” Infuriated, Andrew Blackwell pulls West off the canvas by his bloody hair before depositing Coy in the middle of the ring with a standing body slam. Measuring West, Sacred takes tot he air slightly yet again before crushing him under another legdrop. Rolling up to his feet, Sacred jams down on his opponent with another leg in order to make sure that West is actually stuck in the place that Blackwell wants him. But as Sacred moves into position, the camera picks up one bloody eye of The Coyote sticking out through the blood alive and barely aware. But Blackwell simply doesn’t seem to give a damn about that as he runs towards a turnbuckle. Stepping onto the second rope on one side before springing to the op strand on the other side, Sacred springs backward with a picture perfect triple jump moonsault. The form accurate to the ultimate degree, Blackwell does everything exactly right… except hit the target. CRASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSH! “West moved! He moved!” Crashing into the canvas with his face, Blackwell lands in a heap on the mat as West rolls to the ropes. Using his hands to feel his way around, West pulls himself up to his feet as Sacred holds onto his busted insides as he also slowly begins to rise up to his full height. Looking about with a hand on his sternum, Sacred looks into a far corner and sees West there barely holding himself up. Knowing that he cannot allow his advantage to disappear, Blackwell charges in and manages to get a whole mouthful of a superkick! CRACK! Falling backward to the canvas Sacred keeps a hand on his jaw as he looks up at the exhausted West with something very close to shock. But Blackwell does not have long to worry about shock as Coy nearly dives across his foe and starts to pound away tie and again with a furious thunder of hard right hands tot he face. Hammering away as the crowd counts along in the background, a bloody continues to punch away as Andrew struggles to fight his way loose out from the seemingly crazy Coyote. Breaking off the mount, West hauls Sacred up to his feet by the hair and continues to batter away with punch after punch as the USJL Champion starts to falter back and forth under this sudden battery. Wiping the blood from his eyes, West sends Sacred into the ropes and crushes him on the rebound with the same flying lariat that caused the first major turnaround in the match. Floating on top of Sacred, West hooks the champion up as Kivell counts… ONNNNNNNNNNNNE! TWOOOOOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Kicking out well in time to keep his championship, Sacred gets a shoulder off the mat only to have West pull him off the canvas yet again and punch away at Blackwell with more punches to the head. Again and again West’s knuckles crush Sacred in the face until Andrew finally drops to the canvas. Keeping a hold of Sacred the entire time, West pulls his opponent off the canvas before hauling him up and onto his shoulders. Keeping Sacred locked up, West begins to rotate faster and faster with the airplane spin! Nearly painting the ring with the blood dripping from his face, West continues to spin regardless of the cost to his own body until he has Blackwell right where he wants him. Dumping Sacred right over his shoulder with a fireman’s carry slam, West stumbles to the ropes and starts to head up the turnbuckle. “That’s a mistake!” calls out The Cyclone Comet. “As long as his vision is obscured, it is going to be really hard for him to do anything that creates distance between him and Sacred.” But West does indeed manage to find his way to the top buckle under the unsteady legs that he now possesses. Straitening his body out on the very top rope, West looks down at Blackwell before … falling off? CRASSSSSSSSSSH! Losing his balance entirely, West falls all the way down off the top rope and to the canvas as seemingly the blood loss coupled with the spin has effected his balance so much that he could no longer stand on the top rope strand. Holding onto the back of his head, Coy tries to stand only to find that he simply doesn’t have the ability to do so. And all of that only means that Andrew Blackwell now has this match in the palm of his hand. Comet says, “I think West used up every last cent of his energy to make that rally. I can’t begin to imagine that Coy has a single thing left here to fight Blackwell with anymore.” Pulling his own aching body over to West, Sacred pulls his opponent out towards the center of the ring and hooks him up in a front facelock. Pulling a rather limp West up, Sacred hooks him up and sends him overhead with a suplex only to allow West’s feet to fall down behind in preparation for the hangman’s noose neckbreaker. But using his last gasp of energy, Coy holds onto Sacred’s jaw and turns into him to get back to the starting suplex position! Grabbing Sacred by the tights, West hauls him up and off the canvas for the… SLINNNNNNNNNNNNG! SHOOOOOOOOOOOOOT! SUPLEXXXXXXXXXXX! “HE HAD SOMETHING LEFT AFTERALL!” ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNE! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! DING! DING! DING! Exhausted and bloody, West rolls off the now stunned Blackwell and rolls onto his still bleeding face. But this time a smile is plastered across his lips, knowing that even when he didn’t think he had anything left in tank that there was still something he could grab and hold onto. And now he has something else to hold onto as Matthew Kivell passes him the USJL Championship. The sweet sound of Funyon calls into the arena, “The winner of this contest… and NEWWWWWW SWF United States Junior League Champion… THE COYOTE COOOOOOOY WESSSSSSSST!” The crowd is on their feet as West slowly pulls his carcass off the mat. Smiling his little crooked smile, West raises the ten pounds of gold up and over his head and knowing that sometimes a little blood isn’t all that big a price to pay. Edited March 8, 2004 by realitycheck Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
the.weej 0 Report post Posted March 8, 2004 ANN ONITA vs JAY DAWG Two in a row? Not quite. DNS, as far as I know. Thank you, drive through... ::mutter:: Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
the.weej 0 Report post Posted March 8, 2004 Commissioner “Grand Slam” Mark Stevens has just returned from a person-to-person talk with some of the SWF roster. He strides up to his door (marked with a gold plate reading “Commissioner Stevens”), and opens it, followed by his assistant, a female who is familiar to SWF viewers. Stevens takes a step into his office as the camera follows the assistant and Mark. Suddenly, the Heavy Hitter comes to a stop. “Jen?” he asks out loud, assumingly to the assistant. “Yes?” “Have you seen my bats?” “No, I haven’t, sir.” “No one has come into this office that you’ve seen?” “No, sir.” Mark pauses for a moment, staring at his half-empty display case of his very expensive bats, two in total, and one is missing. “Hmm, I’ll get security on this right away. I have a good feeling about who’s behind this.” Stevens grabs his two-way communicator and calls up security as we cut back to the announcers at ringside, the hardcore cage being finished for the upcoming match. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
the.weej 0 Report post Posted March 8, 2004 The crowd in the Staples Center is still buzzing from the violent Stairway to Hell match, but also as their eyes begin to take in the sight of the cage standing tall in the ring. Bobby Riley starts things off. “The time has come for one of the matches that will define this portion of the PPV that we have slapped a warning on to!” “That’s right, Robert,” Cyclone Comet begins, “all the little boys and girls should be put to bed, and if they have to be awake for this one, they need to realize that they should NOT try this at home.” “One look inside the cage and we all know that this is going to be a bloody match, Comet. There are chairs, tables, and other assorted instruments of destruction in that ring.” “And I wouldn’t be surprised to see our beloved Commissioner’s bat in the fray as well, since it has been ruthlessly stolen from its rightful place in Grand Slam’s office!” “It was bound to happen eventually, Comet. He just can’t parade those bats around everywhere he goes, especially with all these hardcore matches going on!” Funyon stands up from his seat at the timekeeper’s table with microphone and cards in hand. “Looks like Citizen Funyon is ready to introduce the two crazy men who will be coming down to this ring, so let’s throw it over to him!” There is silence for a moment, and then Funyon’s voice booms over the PA. “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, this next match is a cage match!” The crowd cheers at those words alone, the noise slowly dying down as Funyon continues. “The only way to win this match is by pinning your opponent for the three count! The door to the cage will be locked, and escaping out of the top of the cage will not result in victory!” After getting the specifics out of the way, the crowd is now prepared to meet the two men who will be fighting for their lives inside of the steel structure. And so with that, the lights in the arena dim! The glowing digital green text and the heavy, reverberating footsteps signal the presence of one man, and one man only. [HEIGHT: 7’2”] [WEIGHT: 360lbs] The image of the tall man in the white trenchcoat fills the screen, and the crowd explodes with joy! [sTATUS: RELEASED] I stand firm in my solidarity… The path I walk… (The path I walk)… I walk in with my own resolve… The spotlights swing around and focus on the curtain as Terrence ‘Janus’ Bailey emerges from the curtain in his trenchcoat…and then thrusts his arms into the air! BOOM! Thunderous blasts of white and black pyrotechnics shoot into the air, as the lights come back on, and it is revealed that Bailey is carrying his Equalizer! “Introducing first,” Funyon booms over Killswitch Engage’s “When Darkness Falls,” “weighing in at three hundred and sixty pounds, from Sydney, Australia…he is the ANTI-HEEL MACHINE…TERRENCE…JANUS…BAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!” When darkness falls… (When darkness falls)… We are reborn… A dream since the fall of man… We are reborn… “The Equalizer!” Comet screams as he notices the black cricket bat, “he’s bringing that weapon into a match like this?” “Well, he certainly won’t get disqualified for it, Comet, but if Bailey knew how to fight fair, he’d learn to fight without that stupid thing!” “Robert, you know if there were rules in this match, Duran would be the first to break them!” “BUT HE’S THE NOTORIOUS ONE!” Riley whines. Terrence reaches the base of the ramp and shucks off his trench coat, walking around the ring to the door, where Sexton Hardcastle is waiting, holding the steel cage door. Bailey tosses the coat to Sexton and then moves up the ring steps with Equalizer in hand, placing it in the ring first and then stepping through the ropes. No sooner than that is done that the lights go COMPLETELY out! NO~ NO~ NOTORIOUS~ Those syllables send the crowd into a frenzy of boos and hisses as “Synthetic” by Spineshank kicks into high gear, sending its riff rippling across the arena. The Los Angeles fans are whipped into a fervor as John Duran steps through the curtain, not even having to raise his middle fingers to get several hundred of them in return. “What is that in his hand, Robert?” Comet inquires. “And his opponent, from Champaign, Illinois and weighing in at two hundred and sixty-eight pounds, he is the NOTORIOUS…JOHN…DURAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!” “Oh no, I’ve got a better look of it now…” Comet groans. “It’s a bat!” Riley suddenly realizes. It’s not only a baseball bat, but a bat surrounded by fluorescent light tubes, the Notorious One’s weapon of choice. “Well, I think it’s obvious where Commissioner Slam’s prized bat has gone to.” “HA! This is excellent! Not only has Duran put another one over on the commish, but now he gets to inflict an awesome amount of pain on Janus!” “Once again, Robert, we do not see eye to eye on the definition of ‘awesome’…” Duran continues down to the ring, repeatedly getting middle fingers shoved into his face by the raucous fans. John can’t help to smile however, with his fluorescent light tube wrapped bat at his side. “You know, Comet, I think we can consider the weapon that Duran is holding now HIS Equalizer!” Riley gleefully points out before bursting into a fit of evil laughter. “Everyone knows that those light tubes won’t be permanent. The barbed wire will be.” “Alright, whatever you say, Comet.” Terrence is in the center of the ring by the time Duran reaches the base of the ramp, and the Anti-Heel Machine gives nothing but a passive glare at the weapon, perhaps thinking like Comet--the light tubes won’t last forever. “One last time before this match starts, we must remind everyone that this will be a very dangerous match,” Comet explains the disclaimer. “To say that we encourage no one to do this at home is a gross understatement.” “That’s right, Comet. These two men are likely going to tear each other apart both physically and mentally before it’s all over, but the fact of the matter is that both of these men are going into the match hungry for blood and looking to end what has been a long-running conflict between the men.” Duran reaches the ring steps--finally--and observes from the outside looking in. Referee Hardcastle encourages the Notorious One to enter the ring so that the match can be started. “Citizen Duran might be having second thoughts, Robert!” “No way! He’s biding his time, not wanting to charge into this match against a giant like Janus!” “Excuses, excuses.” After various calls of “Get in there!” and “Come on!” from the crowd, Duran finally begins to ascend the stairs, remaining focused on his opponent in the ring as he slides his “Equalizer” through the ropes, like Terrence. Bailey makes no attempt to sneak attack Duran, standing in the ring and watching as Duran steps through the ropes, grabbing his Equalizer and stepping towards the center of the ring. “This is going to be intense, Comet…” “We are prepared for this though, Robert. EMTs are waiting backstage in case any serious injury should happen to either man. We hope that it won’t come to that, but we are prepared SHOULD it happen.” The referee for the match is Anthony Michael Hall, and he steps to the center of the ring, looking at both men with intense looks on their faces and dangerous weapons in their hands. He turns to the timekeeper and then signals for the bell before LEAPING back, the crowd letting out a cheer! DING DING DING “Let the violence begin!” Riley declares. As soon as the bell rings, Sexton Hardcastle whips out the padlock and locks the cage door closed, enclosing both men in the cage to a small cheer from the crowd. “This is it, folks, there is no way out for either man through that cage door until they can score a pinfall! And both men are so big that it would not be recommended for them to try and escape over the top of the cage!” Comet finishes explaining the specifics about the match. Inside the ring, nothing happens for a moment. Duran and Terrence can only stand and glare at each other, with about 7 feet between them. John slowly draws his weapon up, and the Anti-Heel Machine follows suit, both of them keeping their eyes on each other. The crowd continues to buzz. …And then Duran charges to take a swing! WHIFF! The sound of the heavy baseball bat whistles through the air as Bailey is just able to duck the oncoming bat, to noises of surprise and shock from the crowd. Duran himself is surprised, and turns around at the same time that Janus does. “Citizen Bailey strikes first in this match, but he almost got a face full of glass from Citizen Duran!” Terrence beats Duran to the punch and boots him in the stomach, as Duran is forced to drop his weapon. The weapon doesn’t break, but Terrence drops his as well as John reaches an upright position again. Bailey simply grabs the head of Duran and there is a meeting of the heads as the headbutt connects and Duran goes right down to the mat, DANGEROUSLY close to his weapon which had been on the floor! “The crowd is loving this, Robert!” “What does the crowd know? This is awful!” Riley cries. Duran tries to stumble to his feet, but Terrence helps him up, calmly sending Duran into the near turnbuckle and avoiding the two stray weapons sitting close to the center of the ring. John hits the turnbuckle, still trying to shake the cobwebs out after the headbutt, but there’s no rest for the wicked as Bailey charges at his opponent, extending his arm out and crashing it into the chest of Duran with a clothesline into the corner! “Citizen Bailey is keeping it simple in the early going, Robert, perhaps we won’t even see his other side that has been featured lately!” Terrence begins to stomp away at Duran in the corner, burying his boot into the midsection of Duran multiple times as the Notorious One sinks and sinks into the corner, trying to stop the onslaught of the kicks coming from the Anti-Heel Machine! The crowd cheers the beating on and the referee is powerless to stop it as Terrence delivers one last hard stomp to a big cheer from the crowd! “Janus can’t avoid the violence for long, and he must know that, Comet. All the stray weapons…hell, there’s a table just waiting to be unfolded and destroyed right near that corner!” Terrence is able to resist the temptations, however, as he grabs Duran by his jet black hair and drags him back up into a standing position in the corner. Terrence pulls his right arm back and jabs it forward…but Duran ducks the Knuckle Bomb! “Ooh, that was a close one, Comet, but Duran had the ring presence to duck it and get the hell out of dodge!” After weaseling past Bailey and escaping the corner, Terrence is forced to turn around to find his enemy, but the enemy finds him first and delivers a kick to the midsection of Bailey, doubling him over…right into a front-facelock! Duran lifts up the meaty arms of the Anti-Heel Machine and then falls back, connecting with the double arm DDT as Bailey goes face-first into the canvas! “Finally, the tables have turned in the favor of Citizen Duran!” “It was only a matter of time, Comet.” The Notorious One flips Terrence over slowly onto his back and then drapes over him with a lateral press, making sure to hook the leg as the ref leaps over the weapons in the ring, falling into position and beginning the three count! ONE… T-KICKOUT! The crowd enjoys the early kickout from Duran, and John simply glares at the ref as he gets back to his feet. “Rest assured that the ref won’t get involved in this match often, Comet. The last thing he wants to do is get between these two monsters.” Sure enough, the ref steps aside and allows the two big men to continue going at it. While Terrence is beginning to reach his feet, Duran makes a beeline for one of the handful of chairs provided for this match. “Looks like Citizen Duran is about to introduce the hardcore element of this match, Robert.” The already folded chair is lifted up by the Notorious One, and he turns to his opponent as the crowd begins to boo, loathing the fact that Duran got to the chair before Terrence had a chance to use any of the weapons. Taking his time and looking for a good opportunity to take a swing, Terrence gets up on one knee and then brings himself up all the way, but he doesn’t see Duran coming up from behind! WHACK! The chair smashes into the back of the Anti-Heel Machine’s head, and he stumbles into the corner where he was once beating down his attacker. “What a wicked strike with the chair from Duran!” “But it didn’t seem to faze Citizen Bailey that much!” WHACK! Duran suddenly takes another swing, cracking it against the skull of Terrence once again as he still has not turned around to face the Notorious One. The crowd is incensed with hatred towards Duran at this point, and John is simply swallowing it all up as he rears back for a third chairshot! WHHHHACK! This one is the whopper of the free and almost sends Terrence to one knee, but he keeps himself steady on the ropes in the corner… …and whips around to face Duran with fire in his eyes! “…Uh-oh.” Riley mutters. Terrence grabs two handfuls of John’s shirt and tosses him into the corner, the chair clattering to the mat as Bailey brings back his right hand and sends it bulleting forward…right into the jaw of Duran! A collective “OHHH” escapes the mouths of the fans as Duran begins to slump in the corner, already looking worse for wear. Terrence isn’t done, bringing back the hand again and landing another Knuckle Bomb! “Citizen Bailey doesn’t need a chair to beat on his opponents! He’s got all the firepower in those fists!” Duran puts a hand up to his jaw, but Bailey grabs the jet black hair of Duran again and takes him over to the opposite side of the ring! With a push, he sends Duran hurdling through the air, sailing towards the side of the cage. CLATTERCLANK! Duran’s face slams into the cage and he stumbles backwards…right into the clutches of Terrence again! He turns John around and takes him to the other side of the ring again, and launches him towards that side of the cage as well! CLATTERCLANK! Once again, Duran’s kisser is sent right into the steel, and this time Duran just goes straight down on his back, the crowd eating up every minute of it and cheering on the Anti-Heel Machine! “The mere sound of Citizen Duran’s face slamming into that cage is enough to make any man cringe, Robert.” “What I’m wondering, Comet, is why Janus is choosing to use the cage as a weapon when there are about a dozen other weapons to be used inside that very ring, including his Equalizer!” “If it works, it works, Robert.” Duran rolls over onto his face, holding it tenderly as Terrence steps to the middle of the ring, grabbing his Equalizer off the ground and hoisting it into the sky for all of the fans to see! The crowd roars at the sight of the black cricket bat wrapped in barbed wire, as the Anti-Heel Machine--who is quickly returning back to Hell Machine form--approaches the downed body of Duran. “Unfortunately, I think Janus is going to be the one to show us why we wanted to send the kids to bed for these matches.” Terrence goes to one knee beside his opponent, and lifts up Duran by his hair again, as Bailey releases that Duran has began to bleed! A streak of blood is running down the middle of Duran’s face, and with the Equalizer in his other hand, Terrence raises it up to the sky again! “NO! NO! Citizen Bailey, don’t do this to Citizen Duran! This is not justice, this is brutality!” Instead of digging the barbs of wire into the bleeding forehead of Duran, Terrence takes the end of the cricket bat and slams it into the wound of the Notorious One, letting his hair go as Duran holds his face again and begins to flail his legs behind him, kicking the ground in frustration and pain. “Phew. Thankfully, common sense prevailed there and we didn’t have to see some gory stuff, Comet.” “You said it, Robert.” After that close call with the cricket bat, Terrence isn’t quite done terrorizing his opponent yet, as Duran doesn’t see Bailey slightly lifting the Equalizer into the air. “No, no, no, Citizen Bailey can’t be doing this…he’s going to hit Citizen Duran with the Equalizer!” “This can’t be happening! NO!” Janus comes down with the Equalizer…and it connects! Duran immediately arches up in pain as Terrence lifts the Equalizer up off Duran’s back…and the barbs snag on to Duran’s t-shirt! With a pull, Bailey rips a chunk out of Duran’s shirt, and the crowd cheers on Janus as he lifts the Equalizer up to his face and removes the chunk of t-shirt, with a sadistic smile on his face. “My God,” Comet says with astonishment, “if that t-shirt wasn’t on Citizen Duran’s back…” “His skin could’ve been ripped off his very back! What is wrong with this freak of nature! Someone get his ass in a straitjacket, and send a message to that quack Frood too!” “Now, Robert, calm down…” Satisfied with his work; and with puncture marks in Duran’s back, the Anti-Heel Machine brings the Notorious One to his feet, only to bend down and put Duran in a standing fireman’s carry! The crowd can sense what is coming, and begins to cheer as Terrence begins to spin around and around, sending Duran on a ride! “Come on, the man is already bleeding! Did Janus really need to put Duran in an airplane spin like this?” Finally, the spinning ends and the hold on Duran’s legs is relinquished, allowing the legs to swing out as Janus finishes off the Thoughts in Chaos with a big neckbreaker! As the Anti-Heel Machine gets back to his feet, he notices a smattering of blood on his shoulder, where the Notorious One’s head was once resting. Bailey then looks at Duran, turning him over on his back not to cover him, but to put a hand over Duran’s face! “What in the blue hell does Janus think he is doing, Comet?” “I think...he wants some of Citizen Duran’s blood!” Still carrying that sadistic smile, Terrence collects the blood off Duran’s face and smears it across his chest, turning his numerous scars an ominous red as the fans can’t help but cheer the primal behavior of the Australian. “Can’t someone put a stop to this, Comet? I think it’s official that Janus has completely lost his goddamn mind!” “Commissioner Slam has strict orders not to open that cage door unless it’s an absolute emergency--“ “And you don’t think a mentally unstable person threatening the life of one of our best superstars is an EMERGENCY?!!?” “If things get out of hand, Anthony Michael Hall knows what he is to do.” “Grand Slam has overstepped his bounds here, Comet…” Riley seems to want to say more, but simply cuts himself off. Perhaps to save him a chewing out or even a pink slip. Meanwhile, inside the cage, Duran is struggling to get to his feet, trying to lift himself up with the ropes, but Terrence is right on top of him and looking to inflict even more damage. Once again, Bailey grabs Duran by the hair, but this time the Notorious One lashes out and comes around with a right uppercut, scoring a hit between the legs of Janus. “OHHHHHHHHHH!” Janus falls to his knees but does not go down to the mat completely, and Duran works his way to his feet, new blood already begin to cover his face where Janus took some of his to smear on his chest. Duran grabs the back of Terrence’s head and comes forward with a right knee, slamming it into the face of Terrence as Bailey has no chance to defend himself from the first one or the second one, a left knee crushing the right side of The Anti-Heel Machine’s face. “Look at the ruthlessness being exercised here by Duran, Comet,” Riley points into the cage where the brutal knees continue to connect with Terrence’s face, a third and a fourth, “Janus is not the only man in there who knows how to be brutal.” “Maybe so, but Citizen Bailey is much stronger than Citizen Duran is, so he better go out of his way to take out the big man.” Duran keeps the knees coming, switching back to the right for the fifth knee and then to the left for the sixth knee. The crowd is in hysterics, booing with every inch of their body as Terrence finally releases the grip on the back of Terrence’s head and allows him to fall to the mat, which he finally does. “And down goes Terrence, for once!” “Citizen Bailey took a beating from those knees; you could say his face might have been rearranged from a pummeling like that. No way he’s out yet, though!” “You believe that, Comet. All I know is what I see in that ring, and what I see in that ring is Janus facedown.” Duran hovers over his opponent and then aims carefully before dropping a knee on the back of Janus’ head, the crowd booing as Terrence is kneed while he’s down. Duran reaches his feet again and then quickly brings down the knee again, crushing the skull of Bailey once again. “As most people know, Citizen Duran’s knees ARE his strongpoint, and he can use them to get his way in this match.” “Those knees are downright DEADLY, Comet!” Riley screams with glee. Not wanting to bother with a pinfall attempt, Duran turns back towards the center of the ring where his version of the Equalizer is still sitting intact. Duran goes over to his weapon and picks it up off the mat, as the crowd is once again loud in their dislike of the Notorious One. “You see, Comet? Terrence will be regretting not putting a shirt on this time!” “Citizen Bailey has NEVER put on a t-shirt to wrestle before, why would he start now?” “Because he’s about to get hit with fluorescent light tubes!!” Duran once again stands over his opponent, raising his bat into the air and not wasting any time, bringing it down across the back of Terrence! CRASH About half of the light tubes break over Terrence’s back, and Bailey puts his hand to his back, more in annoyance than in pain, trying to brush the glass shards away. “The worst part of it is, Robert, that there are glass tubes waiting in that ring as well, and these aren’t tied to baseball bats!” Duran flips the bat over, aiming the remaining whole light tubes carefully and then bringing the bat up over his head again! CRASH With a tomahawk chop, Duran brings the remaining light tubes across the already bleeding back of the Anti-Heel Machine, and this time Terrence appears to be in some pain, but he knows better than to roll over on his back into some of the glass shards that he’s brushed away. “This is awful, Robert!” “This is redemption for all the damage done to Duran’s face, Comet! The man is still bleeding!” With all of the light tubes broken, Duran tosses his Equalizer to the side for the moment, brushing the blood away from his eyes as his face becomes flooded with his own streaming blood. Duran grabs the white and black hair of his opponent, dragging the Anti-Heel Machine to his feet! “This is Duran’s match now, he’s just has to keep control of Terrence!” Duran quickly grabs the near arm of Janus and directs Terrence over to a turnbuckle, running with Bailey and kneeing him in the back as they both hit the turnbuckle! The knee aggravates the bleeding back of Terrence as he slumps in the corner, trying to regain his composure. Meanwhile, Duran goes over to another corner of the ring, finding a light tube and taking it in his grasp. “This crowd needs something to cheer about, Robert.” “No, they don’t! If they want to cheer, they can go somewhere else, because this is Duran’s night and no one else’s!” Boos and jeers continue to flood from the mouths of the fans as Duran approaches the dazed Janus from behind, lifting the light tube in the air and then bringing it down with a hard motion again. CRASH The light tube connects again, shattering over the head of Terrence! Bailey remains slumped in the corner, and Duran grabs Bailey’s hair again and this time rains down right hands onto the top of Janus’ head! “Citizen Duran is trying to beat the glass shards into Citizen Bailey’s head! This is more than brutal, this is…wrong!” Duran shoves Terrence’s face back into the corner and turns to set up another plan to destroy Terrence. “Duran promised that he was going to destroy Janus both mentally and physically, and I think he’s about to get the latter done right now!” Duran grabs a chair and a couple of light tubes from the aforementioned corner, placing the chair in the center of the ring and laying the light tubes down on the chair, keeping his eye on the Anti-Heel Machine as he checks his head to see if he is bleeding yet. Duran once again wipes the blood from his eyes as he returns to the corner. “This cannot be good for Terrence, it doesn’t matter what Duran has in store for him!” The Notorious One once again approaches from behind, wrapping his right hand around the throat of Bailey! Duran brings the big man out of the corner, and Terrence has no time to react. John makes sure that he is lined up well, and then lifts the Anti-Heel Machine in the air! “No! A chokeslam on the light tubes! This can’t be! Fight it Terrence, fight it!” But Duran gives his opponent no time to fight out of the chokehold and sends Terrence right back down! BOOM The two light tubes are smashed under the gigantic body of Terrence Bailey, and he immediately arches his back in obvious pain after the quick chokeslam from Duran! The fans emit a mixing of groans of sympathy and boos at Duran, and the Notorious One taunts the crowd from inside the cage! “I can’t believe what I just saw, Comet! A chokeslam from Duran right on those light tubes, and the chair, no less!” “It saddens me that the referee can provide no justice in this match until a pinfall is decided.” As Duran continues to taunt and give the middle finger to the crowd… …TERRENCE SITS UP! With fire running through his eyes, the crowd goes nuts and Duran turns to see Terrence steadily reaching an upright position! It is Duran’s turn to have a wicked smile on his face as Bailey backs into the opposite corner from where Duran is currently standing, watching his opponent. Bailey seems ready to charge, and Duran is all too happy to egg him on. “He’s going to try and gore Citizen Duran! And it seems that Duran wants that to happen!” “No way, he’ll move out of the line of the Gore, he wouldn’t do that, he just knows that Janus is pissed off enough to try it!” After a few moments, Terrence doesn’t make his move. Unsatisfied, Duran turns back to the crowd and points back at Bailey, calling him a pussy to a big round of boos from the fans in the Staples Center. But with his back turned, Terrence charges! When Bailey reaches halfway across the ring, Duran looks back and notices that he got the Anti-Heel Machine’s attention! Quickly, Duran grabs one of the many chairs in the ring, stepping to the side and bringing the chair back before sending it forward as Bailey has NO TIME TO STOP! CLUNK The wicked sound of skull against steel echoes through the arena, and the crowd is in shock as Duran absolutely nails Terrence right on the top of the head with the chair! “Oh my god!” Comet screams. Terrence falls in a heap short of the corner where Duran was once taunting the paying fans, and Duran tosses the chair aside and glares at the referee before turning Bailey over onto his back, his white hair already showing stains of blood as John hooks the leg. “This is it! There’s no way Janus can kick out from a brutal chairshot like that!” ONEEEE… TWOOOO…. THR-KICKOUT! Janus is able to shoot a shoulder up before the count of three, and the Notorious One is more than disappointed. He pounds the mat with his fists and almost sends one of the fists flying towards Anthony Michael Hall’s face. Cooler heads prevail and Duran stands up, looking at the downed Australian and then throwing up his arms in disgust. “FUCK IT!” Duran screams, and then he goes over to the near corner and begins climbing up the turnbuckles! “Citizen Duran is trying to escape! He can’t do that, can he?” “Duran can do that! He can escape out of the top of the cage, but it won’t mean victory! I think he’s seen enough of Terrence for one night, however!” The fans can’t believe that Duran is just going to up and walk out of this match, and various chants start up from the Los Angeles crowd. “BULL-SHIT!” “BULL-SHIT!” “DU-RAN’S A PUSSY!” (clap clap clapclapclap) “DU-RAN’S A PUSSY!” (clap clap clapclapclap) “LET’S GO JANUS!” (clap clap clapclapclap) All the clapping and chanting doesn’t distract Duran, as he begins to climb up the steel structure, trying to reach the steel scaffolding at the top of the cage! “This is sickening and reeking of injustice, Robert! How can Duran just leave?” “The fact is that any other man would’ve been down and out from that chairshot. Like I said, Duran has just plain had enough of hanging around Terrence!” Duran is almost halfway up the 15 foot structure… …and Terrence begins to stir again! No doubt having a severe headache, Bailey notices the Notorious One attempting to make an escape and begins to climb the turnbuckles himself! “No! Run, Duran, run!” “Citizen Bailey wants to hurt Citizen Duran, he doesn’t care what heights he has to go to accomplish that goal!” Duran doesn’t even bother to look back at his opponent hot on his trail, focusing only on the zenith of the cage and yet climbing methodically. The crowd is in a frenzy as Duran’s hand wraps around the structure of bars at the top of the cage, and he pulls himself up to them…when he feels a hand on his leg. “Janus caught him! This is an outrage!” Duran looks down in horror at Terrence, who refuses to be put down. Terrence tugs on Duran, but the Notorious One has a tight grip on the top of the cage, and is able to escape Bailey’s grasp to an explosive round of boos! Duran shimmies his way to the structure on top of the cage, sitting there and waiting for Janus, thrusting his feet down to thwart off his enemy, trying to bury a boot in his noggin! “Both men are high above the ring, higher than any man will go for the rest of the night, Robert!” John keeps on kicking, but Terrence keeps ticking. The Anti-Heel Machine climbs through the relentless kicks of the former Hardcore Champion, grasping on to the structure with one big meaty hand! The fans are uproarious with delight as Duran is powerless to stop Bailey from taking a seat next to Duran on the structure! “All the fans are on their feet!” Riley notes as the camera pans to the standing crowd, yelling and screaming at the top of their lungs! Comet is worried sick, though. “We might need to cash in an insurance policy after this one, Robert.” Duran wants Terrence off the structure and throws a hard right hand, clocking Bailey in the jaw…but it only makes Janus angrier! The Anti-Heel Machine fires off a left hand, crushing Duran’s blood-stained nose with a Knuckle Bomb as Duran reels back! “OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” “No, he’s going to fall!” Comet yells in a panic. “He’s got it, he’s steady!” Riley says with a shred of confidence. Duran rights himself…and catches another Knuckle Bomb with the opposite hand! “Citizen Duran’s face is being pulverized, Robert!” The Notorious One is lost in space, and he lets out one final right hand…but Terrence ducks and wraps a hand around Duran’s throat! “NO! Don’t do it, Janus! Don’t you dare! Matheson will sue your ass and have you put in jail!” Riley’s screaming cannot be heard from the top of the cage, however, as the deafening sound of the fans has reached a fevered pitch! Duran tries to get back down off the cage, suddenly wanting back into the ring, but Terrence does not let go! …Suddenly, Duran’s legs flail out from under the cage! “There’s nowhere to run for Citizen Duran! Someone get the EMTs, quick!” The light bulbs are already flashing, as Terrence, without a care in the world for the life he holds by the neck, shoves Duran off the structure, Duran’s grip failing. “OH MY GOD!” Both announcers scream in unison. Duran falls and falls, as 15 feet becomes nothing but solid mat. Down… Down… Down. BOOM “SOMEONE CALL 911!” Riley screams, and Comet is shocked into silence. “For the love of God, SOMEONE CALL 9-1-1!” Many fans in the Staples Center leap up into the air in shock as they watch the 260 pound plus Duran fall to the canvas and crash into the heap of mess that he tried to leave behind. Slamming into shards of glass—and hitting the leg of a dented steel chair—Duran does not move as the crowd roars with shock, horror, and happiness all at once. The chant is almost academic: “HO-LY SHIT!” “HO-LY SHIT!” “HO-LY SHIT!” “HO-LY SHIT!” “HO-LY SHIT!” Referee Anthony Michael Hall immediately rushes to the aid of Duran, checking on him to make sure that he is still alive. The cameras show that he is breathing, but Duran is in obvious and excruciating pain. “That son of a bitch,” Riley yells, “he threw him off the cage! He could’ve killed him! What was that god damn Janus thinking?” Janus begins to climb down the cage, albeit slowly. Most of the rage that had been in his eyes when he choke tossed Duran off the cage is now faded into the background, replaced with the serene and peaceful green eyes. The Anti-Heel Machine was back to true form. “Citizen Bailey must get down from that cage right now,” Comet almost orders, “he has to end this match before it can go any further!” Janus continues to climb down the cage as fans begin a standing ovation for Terrence, Anthony Michael Hall keeping a close eye on Duran. Duran is showing some signs of movement, but not enough to convince the ref that he can continue this match. Meanwhile, Bailey reaches the turnbuckles and looks at his fallen opponent. There is a pang of remorse for the fallen Duran, but Terrence stows it away. Both Janus and the Anti-Heel Machine hate Duran. The Notorious One had it coming as far as they were concerned. “Terrence Bailey is sick! He is a sick man, and he needs professional help now!” Riley screams, as if he is about to pick up the phone and call Dr. Frood himself. “And he will get the help he needs, he just has to pin Duran for a three count!” “SCREW THE THREE COUNT! DURAN MIGHT AS WELL BE DEAD!” However, Duran is not completely knocked out. He is stirring, placing a hand on his back as the pain floods through it. “Citizen Duran is moving! But that doesn’t mean he’ll be able to kick out of a three count by Citizen Bailey!” “Yes it does, yes it does!” Riley screams trying to convince himself as Terrence finally leaps off the turnbuckles, landing on his feet and approaching the squirming Duran. After a long wait, Terrence finally falls across the chest of Duran, leaving the leg unhooked as Anthony Michael Hall hits the mat. ONE… TWO… THREE! IT’S OVER! WAIT…NO, NO IT ISN’T! “WHAT?” Comet screams this time, in absolute disbelief that somehow, in some way, Duran managed to shoot a shoulder up before the three count! The crowd doesn’t believe the referee and thinks that Terrence had the match won, as the near fall gets a round of boos from the Californians. “He did it! Terrence took too long to get down to the ring! This is wonderful! Duran has lived to see another day!” While Riley is ecstatic over the survival of Duran from the long hard fall to the mat, Terrence is less than pleased, and as he reaches his feet, he calls for the end as the Notorious One is still recovering on the mat! “One ADF II coming up for Citizen Duran, and since that fall from the heavens didn’t end this match, let alone his career, this will certainly close the door on this long-running war of words and punches once and for all!” “No! There’s no way! This is Duran’s night, and the fact that he just kicked out of that PROVES IT!” Terrence bends down and latches on to Duran’s hair, bringing John up to his feet. All of a sudden, Duran pushes himself away from Bailey, pushing the Anti-Heel Machine off him in the process! Janus glares at Duran with an evil stare and approaches Duran again, closing the gap between them…but Duran gets a foot up!... …and it goes right between the legs of Terrence! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” “Another low blow?” Comet whines with a sigh. “YES! Duran is still in this match, Comet, what did I tell you?” After Bailey goes down momentarily from the low blow, Duran almost falls to his knees from the pain in his back, but he fights through it. Walking gingerly, he manages to grab one of the many chairs surrounding the ring, grimacing and likely mumbling curses as he wields the chair. “Once again, Citizen Duran is going back to the chair!” “Nothing else is working! Apparently Janus had a little bit too much crazy juice this morning!” Duran wastes no time and immediately holds the chair in the air before slamming it down across the back of Janus. This seems to jumpstart the Aussie into trying to get to his feet, but the Notorious One tries to put him right back down again as he swings with the chair again! CRACK This is a much louder shot this time, and Terrence is staggered down to the mat from the blow but immediately starts to get up again, the crowd rooting for the Anti-Heel Machine as Duran begins to get frustrated. “STAY DOWN!” CRACK ANOTHER shot with the chair! Seeing that Bailey was still stirring after the third one, Duran drops the chair in defeat and then goes to Terrence, dragging him up by his hair, which is already showing spots of red blood, staining the white in Janus’ hair. As he’s lifted up, Duran immediately puts him in a standing headscissors. “This could get ugly for Citizen Bailey unless he can fight out of it!” Duran judges his distance and then bends down to wrap his arms around the waist of the Anti-Heel Machine/Hell Machine! With a grunt he lifts the big man up in the air and then, with a leap into the air, Duran falls back with Janus in his clutches! CLUNK Bailey’s head takes a sickening bounce off the chair as the piledriver hits its mark, the crowd booing and yet gasping at the same time from the impact of that move. “Yes! What a piledriver from Duran! More moves like that and he’ll be winning this match in no time, Comet!” After hitting the move, Duran looks around the ring and spots what he’s looking for: The last 2 light tubes that have been provided for this match. He gets up from his seated position on the mat and grabs them, letting the fans boo him as he gets prepared to try and use yet ANOTHER weapon in this match. To help out Janus with his problems after having his skull ricochet off a chair, a loud chant begins to echo through the Staples Center: “LET’S GO JA-NUS!” (clap clap clapclapclap) “LET’S GO JA-NUS!” (clap clap clapclapclap) “LET’S GO JA-NUS!” (clap clap clapclapclap) Duran simply has a middle finger for the fans chanting Janus’ name, and the crowd boos the Notorious One for his showing of disrespect. After setting up the light tubes in the center of the ring, John goes over and brings Bailey to his feet! Keeping Terrence in check, he stands near the light tubes and then grabs the near arm of Terrence, throwing him into the ropes! “Irish whip by Citizen Duran, I shudder to think what will be coming up next…” Bailey rebounds off the ropes and comes hurdling at Duran, but Duran catches him around the waist and quickly does a 180-degree spin, hoisting Terrence in the air before slamming him right down into the center of the ring! BOOM! “Spinebuster slam! Duran with the spinebuster slam right onto the light tubes!” The last two light tubes in this match are extinguished all over the back of the Anti-Hell Machine as many fans in the audience cringe. “Citizen Bailey’s back has to be his weak point right now! So many weapons have been used on it; I must say that Citizen Duran is smart to use the spinebuster on him at this point in the match, especially against those unforgiving fluorescent light tubes!” The spinebuster slam does damage to Duran’s back too, and he holds it, trying to fight through the pain. Finally, he drapes his body over Terrence’s and hooks the leg, hoping that Anthony Michael Hall will count the three! ONE… TWO… THR-NO! SHOULDER UP! The fans erupt with joyful cheers as Terrence breaks the pinfall with little time to spare before he would’ve been counted down on the mat! Duran is livid at Anthony Michael Hall. “COUNT TO THREE, REF! ONE, TWO, THREE!” Duran yells at Referee Hall as he even throws up three fingers to help Anthony along in the process of counting the pinfall, getting boos from the crowd as he insults a poor, defenseless referee. “Citizen Duran can’t be mad at Anthony Michael Hall, Robert. He just needs to inflict more pain on Terrence if his goal is winning.” “He can blame whatever he wants to, Comet! He can have your ass sued for saying a comment like that!” Duran grabs two handfuls of hair and looks at the scene below him, and then signals to the fans that he’s done with this match once again! “Citizen Duran is a coward! He’s running from this match again!” “He’s no coward, Comet! Terrence is just so stubborn that he won’t stay down, even though Janus has been whipped like a schoolboy during most of this match!” Duran is still grimacing in pain, having lost that smug grin off his face as he slowly makes his way over to the nearest corner, his back problems keeping his pace methodical. As soon as he reaches the turnbuckles, Terrence begins to move again! The Staples Center audience has lost their mind, pointing at Duran and yelling at the Anti-Heel Machine to stop him before he can escape the cage! “This isn’t the soundest strategy now that Citizen Bailey is getting to his feet, Robert!” “By the time that big oaf gets to his feet, Duran will already be at the top of the cage!” Riley retorts with an evil chuckle. Bailey notices out of the corner of his eye that the Notorious One has reached the top turnbuckle and is trying to latch on to the cage! With a desperation lunge, Terrence reaches for the top rope. Duran looks back and notices this, trying to leap off the turnbuckles before Bailey can shake the ropes… …but it’s too late. The ropes shake and Duran’s legs give way… “OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Finally, John gets a taste of his own medicine as he is CROTCHED on the top turnbuckle! Everyone in the crowd lets out an uproarious cheer as the angry Anti-Heel Machine now has an opening. The serene green eyes are gone again as Janus walks over to the turnbuckles, where Duran is hanging precariously with his back facing the ring. The 7-footer begins to climb the turnbuckles, joining Duran on what is already crowded space with two walls of the cage surrounding the turnbuckles. “No, no, no, someone get that freak off the top turnbuckle! Comet, why can’t you use your superpowers to make a hole in the steel so I can jump in there and save the day?” “Robert, no offense, but even if I did still have my superpowers, they certainly wouldn’t be there to help your evil deeds!” On the top turnbuckle, Janus puts Duran in a front facelock…and signals for… “THE RAGE UNLEASHED?!?!” Riley screams, seeming about to faint right there at the announce table! “No, no! Someone stop him! Stripes, get your ass up there and stop this! He’ll kill him! Duran can’t take much more!” “Citizen Bailey just wants this match to be over, much like I do! I want this brutality to end!” “But not this way! This is awful, Comet!” With limited space to work with, Terrence lifts Duran up into the air, Duran’s feet touching the scaffolding on the top of the cage with the combined height of Duran and Terrence. “OH GOD, No! Stop this!” Duran tries to wriggle out of it, wanting any way out… …but he’s too far in. Janus leaps off the top rope and turns Duran’s body around to face Terrence, with the Notorious One’s head pointed straight down at the ground. BOOM “HOLY CRAP!” Comet screams, and Riley is in hysterics! “Duran is going to be paralyzed by that freak of nature!” Riley cries in horror. “Cover him, Citizen Bailey!” That is the general consensus of the crowd, along with the two words, once again making an appearance tonight: “HO-LY SHIT!” “HO-LY SHIT!” “HO-LY SHIT!” “HO-LY SHIT!” The pin seems almost academic…but the Rage Unleashed did what it advertised. The serene green eyes have returned in place of the fire inside of him that led to his dropping Duran 6 feet up from the ground on his head. Terrence (perhaps now back to the Anti-Heel Machine?) holds his back in pain, having landed hard on his backbone and feeling the pain travel up into his spinal cord. “Pin him, Citizen Bailey!” Comet pleads, wanting the violence to end. “Stop this madness!” However, Bailey cannot find it in himself to take that few feet that it would take to drape his body over Duran’s. Precious seconds tick away, and after a LOOOONG 10 seconds, Terrence finally puts his body over Duran’s! Anthony Michael swings around, as the crowd counts along in a deafening tone. ONEEEEEEEEEEEEE… TWOOOOOOOOOOO… THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! DURAN GOT A SHOULDER UP! The crowd is utterly and completely disappointed as Duran gets a shoulder up and Anthony Michael Hall immediately leaps to his feet and signals to the timekeeper that it was a two count! The Anti-Heel Machine can’t believe it, and Duran shows no other sign of movement. Janus gets to his feet, looking for a chance to end this match. Finally, he grabs two chairs, the last two to have not been used in this match. He quickly sets them up facing each other, as if to form a makeshift table. “Oh no,” Riley moans. “How much more is that monster going to do to the defenseless Duran!” “Citizen Duran agreed to this match! He had no disagreements, if he did, he wouldn’t have shown up! He had this coming, Robert!” Terrence picks up the almost-limp body of Duran, and Janus once again signals for the DARK BOMB! The crowd can’t believe it, and prepares to watch the second move that they haven’t seen for quite a long time! “NOT THE DARK BOMB!” Riley cries again, sounding like a weak little schoolgirl! “This isn’t fair to Duran!” However, before Bailey has a chance to put Duran in a standing headscissors, Duran lashes out with a desperation kick to the midsection! It stuns Terrence, and Duran steps away. “What is Citizen Duran going to do now?” Comet wonders. Terrence is in prime position for any number of moves, but, while holding his neck…Duran realizes that he doesn’t know what he could possibly do to Terrence! Once Bailey gets back to an upright position, Duran goes for broke and throws a hard right hand, curving it up as it connects right on Bailey’s jaw! “Right hand from Duran!” Riley notes, a little surprised. Terrence is surprised too, but he simply comes back with a right hand Knuckle Bomb, crushing it against Duran’s temple! The crowd “OOH”s at the punch, and Duran staggers to his right, but he stops in his tracks and comes right back with another right hand, slamming it onto Bailey’s chin! “It’s a boxing match, Robert!” “They’ve simply run out of ideas for what to do to each other! It’s turned into a slugfest!” Bailey moves over a step to his right from the force of Duran’s punch to the chin, and this time Terrence comes around with a left hand, knocking Duran’s jaw sideways with another Knuckle Bomb! “He’s going to break Duran’s jaw, damnit!” The force of Duran’s head jerking over hurts the Notorious One’s neck, and he suddenly figures out how Terrence feels. “ARRRRRRRRRRGH!” With a frustrated scream, Duran slams forward with a left jab, catching Terrence right in the mouth as the stunned Aussie puts his hand to his mouth in pain, the blood from the top of his head beginning to streak down his face…while his back is practically hamburger after being slammed repeatedly into the light tubes and other instruments of destruction. Duran is bloodier than ever, likely bordering on a dangerous amount of blood loss. Terrence’s knuckles, smothered with the blood of Duran, come around again as another Knuckle Bomb, slams right into the cut that had formed when Duran was thrown into the cage! “They’re giving it their all right here! Neither man is going down, though Duran is certainly staggering a lot more than Terrence is! This proves how brave Duran is, how strong he is, no matter what the size, Comet!” Duran staggers back to face Terrence and brings up a left hand uppercut, slamming it into the chin of the Anti-Heel Machine! The crowd is booing and cheering with every punch, and a collective cheer seems to be forming in some areas of the arena for the hard effort that both men are putting forward. Terrence brings his right hand back, filled with anger again and looking to score the knockout punch on Duran’s face. He comes forward, his arm moving with the force of a locomotion train, on a collision course with the jaw of the Notorious One… … …BUT DURAN DUCKS! The crowd is in shock as Duran is the first to actually DUCK a punch, and John goes behind Bailey and catches him by surprise! With a grunt, he gets Terrence up in an inverted fireman’s carry, and the fans finally find their voice to boo! “BLUNT FORCE TRAUMA! He’s going to hit it! I don’t believe it! Duran’s really going to hit it!” “Can Citizen Duran’s back hold up against the awesome weight of Citizen Bailey, though?” Comet’s question is almost answered when Duran’s legs begin to wobble, but he keeps himself steady, trying not to fall… as he brings Terrence over to the two chairs in the center of the ring! One final push sends Terrence’s legs swinging out behind Duran, and the Notorious One’s legs finally give out as Duran falls to the mat with Terrence. CRASH “YES! BLUNT FORCE TRAUMA! IT’S OVER! COVER HIM, DURAN! COVERRRRRRRRRRRR!” Terrence’s back goes right through the chairs and they fold over his body, the back of the Anti-Heel Machine taking a big blow as the whole scene is a wreck, the boos reaching a deafening peak as Duran uses his elbows to drag himself over to Terrence’s body, his bloody face planted on Janus’ chest as he hooks the leg! The referee falls to the mat. “Not this way! Citizen Duran didn’t fight fair! This is an atrocity!” ONE… TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO… … THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! This time, the shoulders stay down and it is definitely a three count! Anthony leaps to his feet and signals to the timekeeper to call for the bell, and the fans are in a mix of emotions, from disgust to shock to just being absolutely pissed off that Duran won! Spineshank’s “Synthetic” hits, and Duran struggles to get to his feet to allow the referee to raise his hand in victory! “Here is your winner,” Funyon declares, “JOHN…DURAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!” Duran holds his neck and back in obvious pain, looking like a haggard man as he walks over to the cage door. “Open the door…” Duran says silently, and Sexton Hardcastle fumbles for the key to the padlock on the door. … “OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR! GET ME OUT OF THIS FUCKING CAGE!” The bloody face of Duran screaming at Sexton is a scary sight. Sexton finally gets the key and slams it into the padlock, opening it and allowing the cage door to open as Duran steps through the ropes and down the steps, piefacing the ref to the mat as he reaches the bottom of the steps. The Notorious One completely ignores the fan, going through various stages of pain as he hobbles towards the ramp. Terrence begins to get to his feet, and the Anti-Heel Machine pounds the mat in defeat. “This war isn’t over between the Unnamed and the Trinity, Robert.” “Definitely not, but Duran just scored a big victory for his group tonight!” “But I don’t think he’ll ever be the same, Robert. Everything that happened in the match…he will be mentally and physically drained.” “And Janus as well. Someone get Dr. Frood on the phone for that crazy man! We’ll need a couple of straitjackets for that loony bastard!” “Well, fans, after that match, I don’t know how we’re going to top it, but let’s just say that we have 200 reasons to believe that we can do better. The blood has already flowed tonight, but it will continue! Aecas and Toxxic! It’s a 200 light tube match for the Hardcore Title, and it’s NEXT!” “Oh, the humanity of it all,” Riley finally finishes, hoarse. The camera trails Duran to the back, ripped “SIN TO WIN” t-shirt and all, a man who was battered and broken but was able to take the victory. Meanwhile, inside the cage, a defeated Bailey holds his bloody back in pain. Fade to advertisements for the latest installment in the SWF DVD Superstar Series: El Luchador Magnifico. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
the.weej 0 Report post Posted March 8, 2004 (edited) “Well, SWF fans, this may well transpire to be the most violent match of the evening,” Cyclone Comet announces from his broadcast position. “The stage is set for the Hardcore Gamer’s Championship bout, but this is no ordinary match. The ring ropes, as you can see, are wrapped in barbed wire” the camera shot cuts to a close up of the deadly ropes “and scattered around the ring and even threaded between the ropes are 200 - yes, 200 - light tubes. It takes a sick mind to come up with this sort of brutality, and this came from the mind of the Hardcore Champion, Aecas - for all the respect I have for the members of the Unholy Trinity, they are not people you want to get on the wrong side of!” “Personally Comet, I can’t stand either man in this match tonight,” Bobby Riley says from beside his masked colleague, “and so I will be watching with interest and crossing my fingers that one or both of them suffers a serious injury!” Riley is cut off in his bloodthirsty but possibly quite prophetic tirade by the crunching guitars of Lostprophet’s “We Still Kill The Old Way”, and the fans come cheering to their feet as the suddenly-blacked out Smarktron flashes up the words “Prepare To Be Proved Wrong” before cutting to a shot 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 the... GO! ... explosion of red pyro that heralds the arrival of the SWF’s premier straight-edger! As the Smarktron shows further clips including Toxxic driving Jacob Helmsley through an open steel chair with the Caffeine Bomb the man himself emerges from behind the curtain, looking a little different on the night of his first title match. For one thing, he is wearing a black T-shirt bearing the Autobots logo and the words “Lostprophets: Heroic Rockstars”... and for another, he has an eight-foot steel ladder slung over one shoulder and a large black holdall over the other! “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!” Funyon booms over the pa system. “The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a 200 LIGHT TUBE MATCH for the SWF Hardcore Gamer’s Championship! Introducing first; the challenger, from Nottingham, England, he weighs in tonight at 218lbs, this... is... TOXXXIIIIIIIIIC!!!” “This young man has made a big impact in the SWF since his arrival straight after the Clusterfudge,” Comet says as Toxxic leaves his ladder and bag at ringside and slides under the bottom rope, scaling a turnbuckle to salute the crowd. “In half a dozen matches he has suffered only one defeat, and that was to Alan Clark who faces Thugg later tonight in a Street Fight.” “And that match might even top this one for gruesomeness Comet,” Riley opines. “Certainly given the depth of hatred between the two men involved.” “Ah, but what this match lacks in malice, Robert, it makes up for in weapons,” Comet disagrees as Toxxic jumps back down to the mat and turns to face the entranceway. “Aecas and Toxxic have been respectful towards each other so far, but when there are 200 light tubes scattered around they won’t remain that way for long!” The arena goes dark for several long moments, a graveyard bell ringing ominously before a deep voice reverberates through the arena speakers. "Are you scared?" The voice echoes for a moment before several voices speak as one. "He's here..........." Dark Funeral's “Dead Skin Mask” blasts out from the arena speakers as a lighting flash highlights Aecas on the Smarktron, a sadistic grin on his face. Red lights begin to strobe around the arena, like an alarm system gone wrong - or a system that is warning of imminent carnage. Thick smoke boils up from the entranceway, filling the air and carpeting the floor, a blood red spotlight picking out Aecas as he stands deep in the depths of the smoke, an eerie silhouette with a large staff in one hand and the SWF Hardcore Title draped over one shoulder, a shopping trolley filled with assorted instruments of pain beside him. Aecas raises the staff high above his head, holding it high in both hands. A long wicked blade snaps forth from the staff as Aecas tips his head back spraying a mist of blood into the air, inciting a roar of approval from the crowd as he begins to stride down the aisle. As he walks the light flickers and his face alternates between an impassive visage and a mask of almost demonic glee. “And his opponent,” Funyon resumes, desperately trying to make himself heard over the huge crowd response, “from Shrewsbury, England; he weighs in at 315lbs; he is the reigning and defending SWF Hardcore Gamer’s Champion; he is the ‘Black Angel’... AAAAEEECAAAAASSSSSS!!!” “That is one truly intimidating physical specimen, Robert,” Comet notes as the Black Angel reaches the ring and stops, dead white eyes boring into Toxxic’s face. “It takes a lot to be the Hardcore Champion, not just wrestling ability: Endless determination, inhuman resilience and one hell of a mean streak are all vital components too, and at the moment I can think of no-one embodying those qualities better in the SWF than this man, Citizen Aecas.” “Duran never got his damn rematch,” is all Bobby Riley has to offer. Laying his flick scythe down at ringside Aecas peels the Hardcore Title off his shoulder and turns to face the crowd, who rise in response. However, as the giant turns away from the ring Toxxic bursts into action, hurtling towards his opponent and leaping into the air... but as Aecas catches the movement from the corner of his eye and whips back around he sees Toxxic kill his own momentum, balance on the top rope for a second and then backflip back into the ring, landing on one knee. Instead of going into the Catalogue Poses Toxxic merely straightens up again and points at Aecas, beckoning the champion and the title he carries into the ring whilst cracking his neck from side to side. A small smile appearing momentarily on his face Aecas obliges, stepping cautiously between the middle and top ropes, wary of the barbed wire, and approaching his opponent. “Toxxic had a chance to get the first shot of the match in there,” Comet comments, “but instead used the opportunity to show Aecas that he’s not intimidated!” “Stupid,” Riley denounces it. “First off, why not get the first shot in if you can? Second, why the hell isn’t he intimidated!?” Champion and challenger face each other, the size difference appearing almost comical. The two Englishmen stare at each other, partially obscured by the drifting smoke from Aecas’ entrance. Eyes never leaving his opponent’s face Aecas reaches out and hands referee Ced Ordonez the Hardcore Gamer’s Title belt, Ordonez taking the time to show the strap to all four corners of the arena before passing it over the ropes into the care of the timekeeper. Making his way back to the stationary wrestlers Ordonez is seen to look imploringly skywards, then instead of the usual referee spiel just mutters “OK guys, just try not to kill each other. Or me?” and signals for the bell. *DING! DING!* “TRI-NI-TY!” “TRI-NI-TY!” “TRI-NI-TY!” “Listen to that crowd!” Comet declares. “This is certainly a unique situation for Toxxic as this is not only his first pay-per-view, but for the first time the crowd are firmly behind his opponent! Meanwhile Aecas has been here before, and has to be considered the favourite simply on experience grounds if nothing else.” “Speaking of his opponent, Comet,” Riley interjects, “...why aren’t they moving?” Still Aecas and Toxxic stand facing each other, each apparently trying to outstare the other. Finally, without moving their gazes, both men extend their right hands... and shake. In recognition of this sporting gesture the crowd breaks into loud applause and both wrestlers finally relax their gazes and back off, settling into ready positions. Sensing the match is about to kick off, the crowd starts up their pro-Aecas chant again... “TRI-NI-TY!” “TRI-NI-TY!” “TRI-NI-TY!” ...and it is the champion who makes the first move. Darting forwards with deceptive speed the giant lashes out with one huge boot, seeking to flatten his opponent’s face with a gigantic Yakuza kick in the first few seconds of the match, but Toxxic ducks under the champion’s attack and, as the bigger man turns, starts firing off right hands. The first two find their mark on the jaw but Aecas catches the third punch, his huge left hand enveloping Toxxic’s fist with almost casual ease. The giant’s right hand snakes out and grabs the challenger around the neck in a goozle... and then Aecas hoists Toxxic in the air before slamming him down across one knee, threatening to break the rookie’s back like a twig! “Chokebreaker!” Comet calls as Toxxic rolls away from Aecas, spasming in pain. “A devastating move even this early in a match, especially when the size difference is as great as we see here!” “Virtually any move can be devastating Comet,” Riley agrees, “it’s all a matter of how they are executed. When you’ve got the strength of someone like Aecas doing it, even a simple move is going to hurt like hell!” Still wincing at the pain in his back Toxxic pushes himself back to his feet, but as he turns to get his bearings Aecas simply scoops the rookie up with one massive arm across his chest and the other behind and beneath his legs, before again dropping him backfirst onto one mighty knee. Toxxic cries out in pain as his spine is traumatised once more by the pendulum backbreaker and with his opponent temporarily immobilised Aecas rises back to his monstrous seven-foot height and strolls almost casually to the ropes, where he liberates a light tube from its barbed wire resting place. Carefully, like a man selecting flowers to give to his beloved, the Black Angel pulls another of the lethal glass tubes free and then turns, both weapons clutched in one massive fist as he advances on his prey. The crowd starts to roar in anticipation as the champion prepares to “welcome” the rookie into the true hardcore environment of the SWF... “TRI-NI-TY!” “TRI-NI-TY!” “TRI-NI-TY!” *SMASH!!!* ...with a devastating double-handed shot to Toxxic’s back that breaks the tubes into shards! “Aecas just lacerated the challenger’s back!” Comet yells on commentary. “Toxxic is still wearing that shirt, presumably to protect himself against just such an eventuality, but a thin layer of cotton will do very little to shield you from the Black Angel and two light tubes!” Toxxic crumples back to the canvas from the force and brutality of the attack, one hand reaching round in a vain attempt to hold his flesh together... but Aecas grabs that hand and hauls his opponent upright again. Using his sheer mass to back Toxxic almost into one corner Aecas then whiplashes his body, whipping Toxxic towards the far turnbuckle. Looking to follow the challenger in Aecas moves after him - but can only watch, startled, as Toxxic vaults to the top buckle in one fluid motion and then comes flying back at him with a diving leg lariat! “Role reversal!” Comet calls, “and an altered one at that! Toxxic realised that a clothesline would do little more than bounce off the big man so he adjusted his attack accordingly.” “Toxxic needs to keep with that style of attack if he’s to have any hope here Comet,” Riley asserts. “By the same token, Aecas needs to keep the pace of the match slow in order to bring his massively superior strength to bear.” Pushing himself up, Toxxic looks over at his opponent to see Aecas rising as well, the leg lariat having done little more than put him on his back momentarily. Rushing forward a few quick steps Toxxic nails his opponent with a basement dropkick to the face, putting the champion down again, before going to the ropes himself and grabbing a light tube. Waiting in an attitude similar to that of a baseball batter, Toxxic cautiously approaches his monstrous opponent as the behemoth starts to rise again... *CRASH!!!* ...before breaking the tube straight over the giant’s head! And Aecas just grins at him, and continues to rise. “TRI-NI-TY!” “TRI-NI-TY!” “TRI-NI-TY!” Looking around desperately Toxxic decides he doesn’t have time to get another weapon and just lays in with right hands to Aecas’ jaw. The blows rock the big man slightly, but no more, and in desperation Toxxic switches to European uppercuts in an effort to keep the champion on one knee. The giant’s head is snapped back by the hard forearm shots but after the second one Aecas just unfolds his huge body and explodes outwards, slamming Toxxic back and down with an almighty GORE~! “What a devastating show of strength by the Black Angel,” Comet exclaims as Aecas raises his head and unleashes a roar of bestial delight at the rafters. “Even though he didn’t get a decent run-up on that Gore it still put Toxxic flat on his back!” “Toxxic made the mistake of trying to out-fight someone much bigger and stronger that him,” Riley replies, “and he paid the price. He won’t make that mistake again - if he gets a chance to make another mistake at all!” “He may not do Robert, as Aecas is going for the cover!” ONE!! ... ... ... ... TWO!! ... ... ... ... ... KICKOUT! “Toxxic’s not done yet, but this match has really gone the champion’s way so far,” Comet states as Aecas’ face slides back into the emotionless white mask so often seen in Bobby Riley’s nightmares. Reaching down the Black Angel pulls Toxxic to his feet with no apparent effort, then double-underhooks the rookie’s arms and hoists him up into a Canadian backbreaker-like position. Holding the challenger there for a moment the giant seems to be revelling in the impact to come... then spins round and sits out, driving Toxxic’s face into the canvas! “UUUNNN-HHHOOO-LLLYYY DRRRIII-VAAAHHH!” Comet roars as the cruiserweight crashes down. “That could be it right here folks! Thanks for coming Toxxic, but-” “Er, Comet?” Riley interrupts. “The big bastard’s doing something else...” Ignoring his prone opponent Aecas goes to the ropes again and harvests a couple more of the cables’ plentiful glass fruit. Rolling Toxxic onto his back with his foot Aecas bends down and places two light tubes over the challengers’ chest and face, parallel with the line of Toxxic’s body, then moves over to the turnbuckle and raises one arm into the air. As the crowd responds by raising the volume another notch the big man from Shrewsbury starts to climb until his seven-foot frame has ascended to the top rope, looking down on the fallen straight-edger in the ring. Cautiously standing upright the 315lb behemoth straightens, letting the tension build, and then in one fluid movement bends his knees and uncoils again, taking off into space with a HUGE elbowdrop aimed directly at Toxxic’s head. Toxxic, coming to his senses or perhaps playing possum, rolls out of the way... but one of the light tubes, rolling off his body and laying on the canvas exactly where his torso was a half-second previously, doesn’t go with him. And Aecas’ devastating Hard Rain elbow drop that misses the rolling Toxxic by a few scant centimetres connects with it instead. *SMASH!!!* The light tube shatters, the broken glass drives deep into the Black Angel’s right arm, and for the first time in the match an involuntary sound escapes the Hardcore champion’s lips. Still lying on his back where he landed Aecas half-rolls to his right, clutching his wounded arm with the uninjured left, but Toxxic is not about to let his opponent recover. With a speed borne of desperation the straight-edger gets back to his feet and starts stomping on the champion’s right arm, seeking to drive more glass into the wound if possible and to simply damage it further if not. Supporting himself briefly on the wounded limb Aecas reaches out with his left hand and pushes Toxxic away, the power in even that simple action sending the cruiserweight tumbling backwards, but as the Black Angel seeks to regain his vertical base Toxxic bounces to his feet and charges in again. This time the rookie seizes Aecas’ right wrist in both hands and twists it over his head into an arm-wringer, barely hesitating before unleashing kick after kick to the arm, kicks which target the wound that is now starting to drip blood onto the canvas below. Aecas grimaces in pain, but no matter how hard he tries Toxxic controls his arm, and can therefore dictate for the moment at least where the Black Angel can and can’t reach. “Superb strategy by Toxxic, Robert!” Comet states, “You know I hate to see any person injured in such as way as Aecas is now, but nevertheless the rookie has seen his opening and gone for it.” “We’ve seen him target the right arm before,” Riley replies, “and he’d have to be absolutely braindead to ignore a golden opportunity like that when Aecas presented it to him by taking such a stupid risk. Then again, Toxxic is braindead, so...” “But Robert,” Comet continues, cutting across Riley’s unfinished last comment, “if the Hard Rain had hit we could very well be watching Aecas celebrating his victory now, in spite of the fact that his arm would still have been damaged by the glass. In a war of attrition, the bigger man has the clear advantage here and can afford to take risks that might hurt him as well!” Toxxic still has his opponent’s wrist clamped tightly, but the rookie is now able to sense a certain change in the atmosphere around him. The crowd were definitely pro-Aecas before, but with his continued attack on their favourite’s injured arm they are now turning distinctively hostile towards the young man from Nottingham. Mentally shrugging and doing his best to ignore the scattered boos that are now starting to appear in the aural landscape Toxxic turns his attention back to the matter in hand, only to find himself staring into the Hardcore champion’s dead white eyes again. Now truly angry, Aecas wrenches on his own arm, ignoring the pain, and brings its attendant straight-edger hurtling in towards his body. Swinging his long left arm around the Black Angel seeks to separate Toxxic’s head from his body with a brutal short clothesline... but the rookie ducks and scoots underneath the blow, ending up behind the giant. Having involuntarily released the wounded right arm he was clutching Toxxic wastes no more time in jumping onto the champion’s broad back, hauling himself up and attempting to lock in a sleeperhold around Aecas’ neck! “Sleeper!” Comet calls as Toxxic gets it locked in. “A good tactic in theory Comet,” Riley says superciliously, “but he’s forgotten one important thing. What goes UP...” Aecas raises both hands above his head and grips the startled straight-edger by the neck... “...MUST COME DOWN!” Riley finishes as Aecas bends double and slams Toxxic over his shoulders and onto the mat. The action clearly hurts the champion’s arm, and the moment that Aecas takes to nurse the limb allows Toxxic to get his breath back and roll under the bottom rope to the outside. “Surely Toxxic isn’t running away?” Comet asks incredulously. “This young man has been a shining example of the SWF’s spirit in his short time here, but now he-” “Oh be quiet, Comet,” Riley interrupts as Aecas starts to follow his opponent to the floor. “Toxxic can move in and out of the ring quicker than the so-called Hardcore champion because being smaller he can avoid the barbed wire on the ropes easier. So it makes perfect sense for him to gain time by forcing Aecas to chase him-” Riley cuts himself off as Toxxic grabs the steel ladder in both hands, raises it to waist height and charges into Aecas as the Black Angel makes it to the floor, doubling the giant over with a thunderous shot to the stomach. “Or,” Riley concludes smugly, “he could just be going to get one of those ‘equalisers’ they talked about before this match. Like that ladder, Comet.” “You know, Robert, you’re unbearable when you’re right. Which is why I’m glad it happens so infrequently.” Dropping the ladder Toxxic takes his opponent’s long black hair by the roots and drives Aecas’ forehead into one of the steel ring posts - but this is a 200 light tubes match, and so the ringposts have light tubes duct-taped to the outside... *SMASH!!* The double impact of lacerating glass and solid steel sends even the giant Aecas reeling, and Toxxic grabs two more of the light tubes that litter the floor around the pair. Taking one in each hand the cruiserweight throws his arms apart as if guiding some monstrous aircraft in to land, then swings both weapons as hard as possible at his adversary’s temples! *KERR-SSSMASSSHH!!!* Holding the stubs of his weapons in each hand Toxxic turns on the spot to gaze out at the arena, ignores the shouts of disapproval and bellows “You know when you’ve been Tango’d!” before turning back to Aecas... and getting flattened by a huge boot to the face! “TRI-NI-TY!” “TRI-NI-TY!” “TRI-NI-TY!” “Unbelievable!” Comet exclaims. “Aecas just got hit in the head by two light tubes at once, and he’s not only still standing but has regained the momentum in this match!” “The big dumbass was just too stupid to duck,” Riley responds. “Besides, when you’re that big it probably takes half an hour for your synapses to get the pain signals to your brain.” Wiping away the blood that has started to slowly ooze from the grazes at the sides of his face Aecas returns his attention to the challenger, now prostrate on the arena floor. Deciding it evidently can’t hurt, the Black Angel drops and covers his opponent, forcing Ced Ordonez to hunker down in the glass shards that litter the ringside area and administer the count... ONE! ... ... ... ... ... TWO!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO-AND-A-QUARTER!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO-AND-A-HALF!! ... ... ... ... ... KICKOUT! No flicker of emotion troubles the Black Angel’s white face as he pulls Toxxic to his feet again. Briefly Aecas appears to consider ramming Toxxic’s head into the same post that his own skull recently rebounded off, but at the other end of the ring a more immediately tempting target presents itself. Using all the might of his uninjured left arm Aecas propels Toxxic at full speed towards the steel steps... *CRASH!!* ...and the rookie arrives backfirst, the impact causing him to let out an agonised yell and his spine to arc in pain. Grimacing, Toxxic looks up, only to see the implacable form of the Black Angel bearing down on him. Forcing his battered body to move the challenger scrambles over the steps behind him and away from the approaching giant, but he’s now the other side of the ring from his ladder and the black bag he brought with him. Sliding back into the ring under the bottom rope Toxxic takes a shortcut towards his possessions; Aecas gets one knee on the apron and makes to follow at first, but seeing the straight-edger slide out of the ring again in the opposite corner the Hardcore champion drops back down to the floor and picks up his pace, cornering with remarkable agility for one so big travelling at speed, and looks to come up on his opponent from behind as Toxxic desperately rummages in his bag... ...but Toxxic has found what he was looking for, and empties the contents of a smaller brown cloth bag in the direction of the charging Aecas. A couple of hundred steel ball bearings spill out over the blue safety mats that surround the ring, Aecas can’t quite stop himself in time... *THUD!!* ...and the giant lands on his back as the small steel balls shoot out from under his huge foot, the impact jarring his skull and momentarily disorientating him. With his opponent temporarily immobilised Toxxic reaches into his bag again and slides a small, unseen object into one of his voluminous side pockets, then jumps up onto the apron. Grabbing another light tube from the ropes Toxxic takes careful aim at Aecas’ skull as the giant struggles to his feet once more, then jumps off and brings it sharply down. *SMASH!!* Toxxic staggers momentarily on landing as ball bearings shift treacherously underfoot, but the straight-edger had anticipated this and manages to retain his footing. This time the force of the blow drives the giant back to one knee and Toxxic seeks to follow up his advantage by jamming the splintered light tube end he still has in his grip into Aecas’ red and bloody right arm. This provokes another yell of pain from the giant but further boos from the Californian crowd, who start to become more vocal in their disapproval of the rookie’s actions. “TOX-XIC SUCKS!” “TOX-XIC SUCKS!” “TOX-XIC SUCKS!” Trying to ignore the chants of the people who cheered for him upon his entrance Toxxic grabs Aecas’ right arm and attempts to move the behemoth’s 315lb bulk. Unable to use his injured arm to resist Aecas has little option but to follow where it leads... and Toxxic causes it to lead right into the steel steps. *CRASH!!* Aecas hits at thigh-height and tumbles over, Toxxic quickly following. Both men have now returned to the side of the ring adjoining the entrance ramp, and Toxxic goes to work gaining some more weapons. Reaching under the ring he pulls out one... two... three steel chairs. Looking up to see Aecas starting to regain his feet again Toxxic takes aim and lets fly... *CRACK!!* ...putting the giant back down again. He then sets up one chair in a seated position near the base of the entrance ramp... then another facing it... and then grabs his steel ladder and lays it across the two chairs, forming a sort of bridge parallel to the nearest ring edge. Bringing Aecas to his feet again, not without some considerable effort, Toxxic starts to position the groggy giant near the “bridge”. “What on earth does Citizen Toxxic have in mind here?” Comet asks curiously. “The challenger is evidently building towards something with this spell of offence, but apart from that gruesome attack on Citizen Aecas’ injured arm it’s unclear exactly what.” “Well, it won’t be beneficial to Aecas’ health, I can tell you that much,” Riley responds. *CRACK!!* Toxxic fires off another chair shot at the head of the giant, and this one knocks Aecas back and down onto the raised ladder, the Hardcore champion’s huge frame sprawled along its length. With a couple of punches to the temple to make sure he stays down Toxxic returns to the ring and clambers up onto the apron before raising one hand over his head. “I think Toxxic is going for a springboard moonsault through the ladder!” Comet gasps. “He pulled this move off against Jacob Helmsley and it nearly ended the match there - what impact will it have against the Hardcore champion?” The crowd starts to jeer, but their disapproval turns into a tumultuous roar as Aecas rises off the ladder like a ghost rising from the grave and makes for his opponent! Carefully placing his hands so as not to catch himself on the barbed wire Toxxic takes a deep breath and prepares to vault up to the top rope prior to moonsaulting back onto Aecas’ prone form, but at the very moment that he leaves the apron a huge hand grabs his ankle, informing him that the Black Angel is not as prone as he thinks. Pulling downwards Aecas catches Toxxic completely unprepared, and although the rookie’s legs and body miss the apron his head is not so lucky, bouncing off with a sickening thud. Aecas wastes no time and hauls Toxxic back to his feet... then rams his head into the ringpost! *SMASH!!* Now it is the challenger’s forehead that tastes the unpleasant mix of glass and steel as another duct-taped light tubes shatters under the force of the attack, and as Toxxic starts to slump bonelessly to the ground trickles of blood start to appear. Blood seeping from his own temples, Aecas grabs Toxxic as he falls and rolls the rookie under the bottom rope before starting the painful clamber to the apron. However, Aecas’ right arm isn’t much use for pulling himself up and his legs still ache from their unexpected meeting with the steel steps so the giant takes a bit longer than planned to achieve his destination, giving the challenger a few more moments to clear his head. Wiping blood from his forehead Toxxic sees Aecas finally reach the apron, and with one last desperation move the rookie surges into action, sprinting to the turnbuckles and vaulting off the second rope before sailing clean over the top rope and snaring the Black Angel in a springboard hurricanrana to the outside... *KERRR-AAASSSSHHH!!!* ...that just so happens to take Aecas through the ladder bridge that had previously been set up with the springboard moonsault in mind. “HO-LY SHIT!” “HO-LY SHIT!” “HO-LY SHIT!” “YES!!” Bobby Riley erupts excitedly. “Toxxic just broke that pasty-faced freak’s back! That’s almost a reason to like the spiky-haired little whelp right there, Comet!” “I can’t deny the damage that must have caused to Aecas, Robert, but I think you’ll find that Toxxic is in no great shape himself.” “Even better! I did say ‘almost’ a reason.” As referee Ordonez stands looking on in horror at the devastation that has just unfolded it appears unclear who will be the first to rise, but after a long few seconds it is Toxxic who makes a move. Crawling over to the fallen giant he drapes one arm over the Black Angel’s massive chest, and Ced Ordonez swoops to make the count... ONE! ... ... ... ... ... TWO!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO-AND-A-QUARTER!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO-AND-A-HALF!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO-AND-THREE-QUARTERS!! ... ... ... ... ... KICKOUT! “TRI-NI-TY!” “TRI-NI-TY!” “TRI-NI-TY!” “How!?” Riley yells in disbelief. “How did Aecas kick out of that? Your back’s BROKEN you big oaf, just stay down for the three!” “Whether you like it or not, Robert, Citizen Aecas is still in this match!” Comet bellows in response. “The Unnamed are NOT going to be happy about this, Comet.” “...What have the Unnamed got to do with this?” “Simple. The Unnamed MUST have paid Toxxic to take Aecas out. It’s the only possible explanation for why he even showed up tonight.” Ignorant of the speculation about his mercenary services being bandied about by Robert Riley, Toxxic pushes himself wearily to his feet once more. Grabbing Aecas’ right wrist the straight-edger starts to haul his opponent back towards the ring, kicking the debris of the ladder bridge out of the way as he does so. With the Black Angel seemingly out on his feet Toxxic climbs up onto the apron, managing to pull Aecas more or less upright. Placing the Hardcore champion’s head between his legs, Toxxic reaches down and hooks up one arm... hooks up the other arm... the crowd starts to stand to get a better view in spite of themselves, knowing what must come next... ...and Toxxic jumps off the apron into space, pivoting 180 degrees around the virtual deadweight of Aecas... and lands HARD on the outside. “TOXXIC SHOCK SYNDROME TO THE OUTSIDE!” Comet screams as the Black Angel’s face is driven into the mats by a variation of the spinning sit-out Pedigree. “And if that doesn’t end this match then Aecas is not human!” “I’ve been arguing that for weeks, but would you listen?” Riley responds as Toxxic manages to roll Aecas onto his back. ONE! ... ... ... ... ... TWO!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO-AND-A-QUARTER!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO-AND-A-HALF!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO-AND-THREE-QUARTERS!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO AND NINE-TENTHS!! ... ... ... ... ... THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! “RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRR!!!!!” “TRI-NI-TY!” “TRI-NI-TY!” “TRI-NI-TY!” “Impossible,” Riley says blankly as the roof blasts off the Staples Centre with the crowd reaction. “I just don’t believe it, Comet.” “I’m not sure I believe it myself, Robert!” the masked superhero replies. “And for that matter, I don’t think Toxxic does either!” Gazing up at Ced Ordonez with a pleading expression on his face, the young man from Nottingham sees a mere two fingers being brandished. Reaching over, Toxxic hooks one of Aecas’ tree trunk-like legs and rolls into the cover again, hoping against hope that this time the big man will stay down... ONE! ... ... ... ... ... TWO!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO-AND-A-QUARTER!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO-AND-A-HALF!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO-AND-THREE-QUARTERS!! ... ... ... ... ... KICKOUT! “I think Aecas kicked out quicker that time!” Comet gasps in astonishment. “I’m not even sure if a direct missile hit will stop this man for long!” “Believe me, Comet, I’d be willing to test that theory,” Riley mutters darkly. As Aecas slowly starts to stir under his own power again Toxxic just sits and stares blankly, unable to comprehend what has just happened... but realising that his continued survival hinges on keeping the impossibly resilient Hardcore champion subdued, the straight-edger grabs his opponent’s head and starts to tug the Black Angel towards the ring. Using all his strength the challenger manages to roll Aecas into the ring as Ced Ordonez tentatively follows, but Toxxic doesn’t join them immediately, instead starting to clamber up onto the apron once more. “Now this is sensible strategy Comet,” Riley observes smugly. “Outside it would only be a matter of time before Aecas regained the advantage, but in the ring Toxxic can use the ropes to keep the momentum of the match up.” “Indeed, Robert, and I think I know what he’s going to pull out now...” Raising three fingers over his head Toxxic takes a deep breath once more, and vaults up to the top rope... [“MONDO!” shouts a small portion of the LA crowd who not only watched Toxxic beat Jimmy Liston on Smarkdown and who heard Comet’s singalong, but who also still care enough about the British punk to join in.] ...to the top turnbuckle... [“AKIMBO!”] ...MOONSAULT! [“A-GO-GO!”] “The Mondo Akimbo A-Go-Go moonsault!” Comet calls as Toxxic lands chest-first onto his opponent. “Will that do it?” ONE! ... ... ... ... ... TWO!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO-AND-A-QUARTER!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO-AND-A-HALF!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO-AND-THREE-QUARTERS!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO-AND-NINE-TENTHS!! ... ... ... ... ... THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! “TRI-NI-TY!” “TRI-NI-TY!” “TRI-NI-TY!” In spite of all Toxxic’s efforts, one shoulder of the Black Angel still leaves the canvas just before Ordonez’ hand hits the mat for the third and final time. Toxxic wearily slides off Aecas’ body and rolls under the ropes again, going to the floor where he procures the one undamaged chair he has left, the one that he used to knock Aecas onto the ladder bridge originally. Back in the ring the rookie finds Aecas where he left him and places the chair over the champion’s face before starting to climb the turnbuckles again. Reaching the top Toxxic twirls his two index fingers over his head for a moment, before coming off with the Hangover somersault legdrop, intent on crushing the Black Angel’s face flat... ...but Aecas rolls aside, and Toxxic lands hard on the canvas. Wincing at the pain in his hip the challenger tries to regain his feet in order to maintain his advantage, but Aecas grabs the chair that was resting atop his face a moment previously and rams it into Toxxic’s ribs, doubling the straight-edger over. Supporting himself on his newly-acquired weapon the Black Angel unfolds himself back to his full seven-foot height, raises the chair above his head and brings it down with sickening force onto the back of Toxxic’s skull! *CRACK!!* The force of delivering the blow staggers the unsteady giant, but as each second passes Aecas’ inhuman resilience comes flooding back, fuelled partly by the enormous crowd reaction but mainly by the Black Angel’s own internal bloodlust. A slow, sadistic grin starts to illuminate the black-and-white features of the Hardcore champion as he returns his attention to the rookie struggling to get back up again in front of him. Dropping the chair Aecas reaches down and locks Toxxic’s arms in a double underhook, then drops the challenger on his head in a brutal double-arm DDT... ...onto the chair. *WHAM!!* “That has to be lights out for Toxxic,” Comet calls as Aecas rolls into the cover. “How quickly the momentum shifted!” ONE! ... ... ... ... ... TWO!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO-AND-A-QUARTER!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO-AND-A-HALF!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO-AND-THREE-QUARTERS!! ... ... ... ... ... KICKOUT! Now it is the Black Angel’s turn to look questioningly at Ced Ordonez, but the official steadfastly maintains his verdict, showing two fingers to the time keeper and an apologetic but determined visage to the Hardcore champion. Aecas remains where he is for a moment, white eyes seeming to memorise every feature of Ordonez’ face, and then the Black Angel moves again. Rolling cautiously under the bottom rope, and not without showing some after-effects of the beating he’s taken so far, Aecas heads for his trolley of toys. Reaching into the wire frame the champion’s hand closes around something, and he hauls out... a pot plant! Carefully placing the floral weapon on the ring apron, the Black Angel reaches in again and pulls out another which he sets down next to it. Once more Aecas reaches in, and this time he pulls out not just any pot plant, but one with a halo of barbed wire wrapped around the top. “It’s Reggie!” Comet calls in delight. “Reggie’s here, Robert!” “Reggie...?” Riley asks in despair. “Comet, our Hardcore champion has named his pot plant, and you still think it’s a good idea for him to be employed here?” A little confused by the Black Angel’s choice of herbaceous weaponry the LA crowd watch as Aecas dips into the trolley once more, but this time they start to cheer as he withdraws something that is truly hardcore - namely, a board wrapped in barbed wire! Pushing this last addition ahead of him under the bottom rope Aecas returns to the ring just in time to see Toxxic get back up to his knees. The challenger gamely fires off a right hand to the champion’s midsection but with little noticeable effect, and Aecas brings his own knee up sharply into the side of Toxxic’s head, causing his opponent to slump sideways against the ropes and making acquaintance with the barbed wire wrapped there. Reaching through the ropes to the apron Aecas brings up a pot plant... and brings it down hard on Toxxic’s skull, causing the pot to shatter and the challenger to fall back onto the canvas. “You know Comet, I’ve seen a lot of weird things in my time in the SWF,” Riley says as Aecas reaches for his second potted friend, “but this has to be right up there with Alan Clark actually asking for a match with Thugg...” Seizing Toxxic by the jaw Aecas pulls the dazed rookie back to his knees, only to deliver another stunning blow with a spider plant as Reggie “looks” on. Again Toxxic’s legs give way, but this time Aecas retains his hold on the challenger and hauls him all the way to his feet. Standing side on to his opponent Aecas wraps his right arm tightly under Toxxic’s throat, the blood still dripping from the wounded limb causing the straight-edger’s t-shirt to become a slightly darker black in places. Reaching down with his left hand Aecas seizes the waist of Toxxic’s trousers, then in one fluid motion he lifts the rookie up, spins him round and slams him down onto the barbed wire board! “Urinage suplex onto the barbed wire!” Comet gasps as Toxxic’s spine arcs in pain. “A truly devastating move from the champion, and one that could end the match right here!” The lifting and impact has hurt Aecas’ right arm again, but after wincing momentarily the Black Angel hooks Toxxic’s leg where the rookie has rolled off the board and goes for the pin... ONE! ... ... ... ... ... TWO!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO-AND-A-QUARTER!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO-AND-A-HALF!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO-AND-THREE-QUARTERS!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO-AND-NINE-TENTHS!! ... ... ... ... ... KICKOUT! “Toxxic kicks out again!” Comet cries in shock. “Perhaps the brief delay forced on Aecas by the pain in his arm allowed that, but in any case the match continues!” “As long as your opponent is right-handed, targeting the right arm is always good strategy,” Riley states. “This has to be Todd Royal’s thinking at work here.” “Robert, I am SURE that Toxxic is not working for the Unnamed here,” Comet responds. “Why would he do a thing like that?” “Well, if Va’aiga threatened to LARIATOOOOO~! you, would YOU refuse?” As the count fails to reach three this time Aecas just nods solemnly, much to Ced Ordonez’ relief. With deliberate precision Aecas picks up the barbed wire board and rests it against the nearest turnbuckle, then seizes two more light tubes from the selection that grace the ring ropes and rests them against the board. Finally the Black Angel completes his merry Leaning Tower of Pain by picking Toxxic up bodily and resting him against the light tubes, which start to crack simply from the pressure of the rookie’s mere 218lbs. Turning his broad back on his adversary Aecas walks to the other side of the ring, then drops down into a crouch. The Hardcore champion remains stock still for a moment, then a sick smile flashes over his face - and he bursts into action. Powering across the ring Aecas’ long legs send him towards Toxxic’s slumped form with terrifying swiftness, and just before impact the Black Angel lowers his shoulder to GORE~ the straight-edger right through the light tubes and barbed wire, and possibly right to hell. *CRASH!!!* But Toxxic moved. “Aecas just shredded his own shoulder!” Comet yells as the Black Angel crashes back onto the canvas, glass shards embedded in his right shoulder and arm and a string of barbed wire still attached to his flesh. “Toxxic was too quick for him!” “Either that or he just fell over, Comet,” Riley responds. “It’s not like he looks capable of mounting a comeback right now!” Bobby Riley speaks the truth for once, as Toxxic is lying virtually motionless facedown on the canvas. Whether his movement was a result of genuine evasive action or a simple collapse, Toxxic nevertheless avoided the devastating move that would surely have ended the match. Aecas, meanwhile, manages to brush the worst of the glass off and pulls out the barbed wire, much to Ced Ordonez’ visible discomfort. The Black Angel’s right arm and shoulder is now a complete bloody mess after his latest failed attack, so Aecas pushes himself up on his left and grabs hold of Toxxic by the neck. However it appears that the challenger was playing possum after all, as Toxxic scoots through the giant’s huge legs and pops up behind him! Before Aecas can turn to face his opponent Toxxic leaps up onto the Black Angel’s back once more, locking his legs around the Hardcore champion’s abdomen and snaking his left arm around the neck. But instead of applying a sleeper as before, Toxxic reaches into his pocket... ...and pulls out a Stanley knife. *click-click-click* Sliding out the small but serviceably sharp blade, Toxxic reaches forward and in one swift motion draws it across Aecas’ forehead, right through the word “Death” inscribed there. The blade’s razor edge means that Aecas barely feels a thing, and the Black Angel wastes no time in reversing into the corner and driving the breath from the challenger’s body by sandwiching Toxxic against the turnbuckles. As the Hardcore champion turns, however, a strange trickling feeling on his forehead causes him to raise a hand... “Toxxic just sliced Aecas’ head open,” Comet gasps, “and the Black Angel has only just realised!” “The blade’s sharp, Comet,” Riley replies as Toxxic drops the Stanley knife to the outside. “He’s not trying to hurt Aecas with it, just blind him with his own blood!” “...And that’s good?” The blood that is now starting to sheet down over Aecas’ forehead is caking with the makeup applied to his face and thus being slowed in its descent, but it is still inexorably making its way towards the Hardcore champion’s eyes. Shaking his head Aecas sends crimson droplets flying, but as fast as he shakes and wipes the blood away more emerges from the cut. With blindness threatening at any second even a competitor as focused as the Black Angel can be distracted - which is just what Toxxic was banking on. Having regained his wind the challenger grabs Aecas’ right wrist again, twisting in another armwringer. The impact of Aecas’ recent offence has clearly taken its toll on the straight-edger, but he still manages to get to the top rope... and then drop down to the outside, whiplashing the giant’s right arm off the ropes and their attendant barbed wire wrapping. This renewed assault manages to penetrate even Aecas’ vaunted pain threshold and the Black Angel cradles the bloodied limb close to his chest, turning away from his antagonist even as Toxxic starts to haul himself back up to the apron again. Shaking blood from his right arm and wiping it from his forehead Aecas turns back to see Toxxic flying at him from the apron with a springboard spinning heelkick... ...and catches the challenger in mid-air before slamming him down in an ugly powerbomb! “TRI-NI-TY!” “TRI-NI-TY!” “TRI-NI-TY!” “Don’t let the size difference in the ring fool you folks,” Cyclone Comet advises the viewers at home, “Toxxic is no rag doll to be tossed around as you like, especially not when he’s arriving at chest height - but Aecas just did that, and with one bum arm to boot!” “But can he capitalise with a cover, Comet?” Riley asks. “He might have taken too long...” Aecas sprawls his 315lb bulk over his opponent’s chest, but the ability to hook the leg now seems to be beyond the battered Black Angel. Ordonez dives in for the count... ONE! ... ... ... ... ... TWO!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO-AND-A-QUARTER!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO-AND-A-HALF!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO-AND-THREE-QUARTERS!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO-AND-NINE-TENTHS!! ... ... ... ... ... THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! “THAT WAS THREE!” “THAT WAS THREE!” “THAT WAS THREE!” The chants of the Los Angeles crowd ring loud in the Staples Centre, but not even the residents of the City of Angels can help the Black Angel keep Toxxic’s shoulders down. His legs unhindered, the straight-edger just managed to pump a shoulder off the mat in time but shows no further signs of life. Aecas blinks dully a couple of times, then starts to slowly roll out of the ring. “I think that Aecas might start to suffer from blood loss soon, Robert,” Comet worries as the Black Angel bends down to look under the ring apron. “That wound on his right arm has bleeding since near the beginning of the match, and now he has that forehead cut as well he could be in real trouble.” “You worry too much, Comet,” Riley responds. “A normal person can lose, what, a pint of blood before they’re in danger? So someone Aecas’ size probably has to lose at least a couple of litres.” “I’m not sure it works like that,” Comet mutters in response, but brightens up as Aecas pulls out a section of guardrail from underneath the ring. “Well, I guess if Aecas is breaking that out then he can’t feel too bad!” Further rummaging by the Black Angel procures three more chairs which the Hardcore champion slides into the ring and which are then followed by the guardrail and finally by Aecas himself. Ignoring the fallen Toxxic Aecas methodically goes to work, grabbing the chair he previously DDT’d the challenger onto and setting it up, followed by the other three to form a rectangle. He then lays the section of guardrail atop it to form a table-like structure as the crowd starts to buzz again. “This is reminiscent of the structure Aecas set up to superplex Sacred through, Robert,” Comet notes. “It wasn’t sufficient to put Citizen Blackwell away, but after the beating that Toxxic’s taken it might just do it if he can pull a similar move off here!” “This is delirium caused by loss of blood, Comet,” Riley argues. “So I guess you were right -on that count, anyway - after all. There’s no way Aecas would be able to pin Toxxic after putting himself through that as well!” “In a war of attrition the big man has the advantage, as I’ve said before,” Comet reminds his broadcast partner. “I still believe Aecas can do this and get the win.” But Aecas doesn’t stop there in his quest to finally stop the annoyingly resilient challenger. As Toxxic begins to stir, Aecas adds the finishing touches to his new construct - three more light tubes, taken from the increasingly sparse collection adorning the ring ropes. With chairs, guardrail and light tubes all ready for carnage the Black Angel seizes his opponent and half-drags Toxxic over to a turnbuckle before placing the cruiserweight in a seated position on the top rope. Aecas then starts to climb as well and gets to the first rope... the second... but Toxxic has now come to his senses and sees the construction prepared for him. Desperately the man from Nottingham fires off a right hand to the head of his opponent, and then another. For a moment it looks like Aecas will fall back and take a solitary trip through Guardrail Hell, but at the last moment the Black Angel fires back with a headbutt, leaving a bloody imprint on Toxxic’s forehead. Hooking his dazed opponent for the superplex Aecas lifts Toxxic off the top buckle and falls back... ...but Toxxic twists his body in mid-air, and as the two start to descend he manages to get into a crossbody position on his opponent... *KEEERRRR-RRRAAAASSSSSHHHHHH!!!!!* “HO-LY SHIT!” “HO-LY SHIT!” “HO-LY SHIT!” “Count, dammit Ordonez!” Riley screams at the stunned referee. “Count!” Sliding into position, Ced Ordonez starts to make the count as Toxxic lies motionless atop the equally still Aecas... ONE! ... ... ... ... ... TWO!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO-AND-A-QUARTER!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO-AND-A-HALF!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO-AND-THREE-QUARTERS!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO-AND-NINE-TENTHS!! ... ... ... ... ... THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! The Staples Centre ERUPTS as Aecas kicks out of what really should have been the end of the match, but despite the fact that it is the champion who showed the first sign of life it is Toxxic who rises first. With his fallen opponent bleeding on the canvas Toxxic stares down in disbelief, unable to comprehend how Aecas kicked out... but kick out he did, and Toxxic knows of only one thing to do now. Get even crazier. “Aecas’ problem, Comet, is that he was taking too long,” Bobby Riley asserts as Toxxic slides out of the ring and goes hunting for more weapons. “You said at the start of that match that he needed to keep the pace slow, Robert,” Comet argues. “Slow, yes, but always in control,” Riley fires back pompously. “Even against someone with the ability of the Notorious John Duran Aecas would have been able to set up big moves like the Gore into the corner or the superplex through the guardrail. But Toxxic is too quick - if you give him time to recover he can either avoid those moves or actively turn them to his own advantage! Aecas should have just kept battering him with simple moves- are you listening to me Comet?” “Oh no...” Comet murmurs as Toxxic returns to the ring, having hunted down his desired pieces of hardware from by the timekeeper’s table. “I was hoping they weren’t going to notice them...” Pushing the new items of merry glass mayhem into the ring ahead of him Toxxic rolls under the ropes and then takes one in his hands, brandishing it above his head. Despite their support for the champion the more hardcore-minded section of the crowd can’t help but roar their approval at the item clutched in Toxxic’s black-nailed hands. A light tube log cabin. Placing one log cabin to the side for the moment Toxxic positions the other near his feet and moves over to the stirring Aecas. As Ced Ordonez tries to kick some of the debris from the guardrail crash site underneath the bottom rope Toxxic appears to be trying to help Aecas to his feet... but appearances can always be deceptive in the SWF. “The Toxxic Shock Syndrome has failed, a hurricanrana through a ladder has failed, a crossbody through a guardrail with light tubes has failed, what more can Toxxic actually do to Aecas?” Comet asks rhetorically. “What more can Aecas do to Toxxic? Why can’t they both just agree to stop? No-one wants to see lives lost here!” “You mean you don’t,” Riley replies. “Personally I suspect the Unnamed don’t care a jot. Oh, and as for what else can Toxxic do...” Having got Aecas upright, Toxxic allows the bigger man to slump over his shoulders and then lifts him up in a fireman’s carry. Slowly, shuffling small step after shuffling small step, the challenger carries nearly 100lbs over his bodyweight towards the nearest light tubes log cabin. Where he pauses... takes a deep breath... and hooks one of Aecas’ massive legs behind the knee. “...how about a Caffeine Bomb through a log cabin?” Riley finishes smugly. Shifting the weight on his shoulders, Toxxic jerks his knees, trying to throw Aecas’ enormous body upright in order to bring him down on his head in a modified Caffeine Bomb. But Aecas is just too big, and Toxxic has taken too much of a beating to pull it off. While a fresh man might have been able to perform the move, Toxxic’s back can’t take it and his legs buckle. And instead of landing on his head, Aecas lands on his feet behind his opponent. Staggering, the Black Angel manages to prevent himself from falling only to find Toxxic turning, desperate to put the big man down again. A new surge of adrenaline courses through the champion’s veins, and he raises one mighty knee into the straight-edger’s stomach, stopping him in his tracks. Reaching down Aecas pushes the winded Toxxic into a vertical headscissors, hooks both arms under his opponent’s stomach, and lifts. Bringing Toxxic up Aecas holds him high for a second, managing to ignore the burning pain in his right arm and the blood that threatens to obscure his vision once more, then slams him down hard onto his neck and shoulders. “The second powerbomb of the match from Aecas!” Comet calls, “but the Black Angel might not be done!” Only a foot or so away from Toxxic’s landing point is the log cabin, and Aecas’ dead white eyes light on it with something approaching glee. Taking a few moment to gather his strength once more, Aecas wrenches his opponent back up. His injured right arm screams in pain, but the moment he drops Toxxic this match will be done... ...but those few moments he allowed Toxxic on his back were a mistake. Looking around in desperation for something, anything to help him, the straight-edger’s eyes landed on a single, solitary light tube within arm’s reach. Possibly one of the two that had been laid across him earlier, the one that didn’t end up splintered in Aecas’ arm after the Hard Rain missed. Possibly a miraculously unbroken one from the guardrail superplex. Maybe one that just got shaken loose from the ropes and rolled within reach. No matter how it got there, Toxxic seized it. And, as he is hoisted up for the second powerbomb, he grabs one end in either hand and brings it down on Aecas’ head. The shot staggers the big man, but Toxxic is still in trouble. Using the broken end in his left hand he jabs it into Aecas’ blood-soaked right arm, causing a yell of pain and the waistlock to be broken, the violent reaction causing that broken end to be knocked from Toxxic’s grasp. Dropping to the ground feet-first as he is released, Toxxic has a half-second’s grace before Aecas is going to murder him. So he does, in the no-rules, no-holds-barred hardcore environment, exactly what he said he would do. Whatever it takes. *CHING!!* The crowd let out a collective gasp of sympathy as Toxxic simply kicks Aecas square between the legs. The big man staggers again, and his mouth opens in a soundless scream of pain so that it seems that the gasps coming from thousands of throats all emanate from that one bloody face with its distorted black and white makeup. And Toxxic sees that open mouth and takes what seems at the time to be the logical next step. Jamming the one remaining end of light tubes horizontally into Aecas’ open mouth like a bite bar in a Dace Night sex session, Toxxic grabs Aecas’ head in both hands, places the top of his skull beneath the Black Angel’s chin... ...and sits out in a jawbreaker. *KERRR-RRRUNNNCCCHH!!* Edited March 8, 2004 by realitycheck Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
the.weej 0 Report post Posted March 8, 2004 Aecas drops to his hands and knees, blood pouring not only from his forehead, his arm and his temples but now from his mouth as well, mixing with shards of glass. The Black Angel is a terrifying sight, enough to inspire both fear and, in this situation, pity, in any heart. But Toxxic is so close to his goal now, has put so much into this match that the concept of stopping for the mere consideration of human decency is completely alien. So he takes Aecas’ head in both hands and drives it into his knee, wrenching a further sympathetic gasp from the crowd, then places Aecas in a front facelock, ready to drive his opponent’s head into the mat with the DDT half of the Sobering Thought and surely, surely finally get the win and end this match. But the mind of the Black Angel is a dark and dangerous place, and Aecas walks a tightrope over his pain. When he falls, he’ll lie down and admit defeat, but until then the screaming agony of his head and arm will only drive him on to even greater extremes. Toxxic knows nothing of this, and so it is a great surprise to the young rookie when Aecas, still in the front facelock, hoists him up bodily... and spinebusters him down through the light tube log cabin. *KERRRR-SSSMMMAAASSSSHHH!!!!* “HO-LY SHIT!” “TRI-NI-TY!” “HO-LY SHIT!” “TRI-NI-TY!” “HO-LY SHIT!” “TRI-NITY!” The two chants war with each other, but as the exhausted Aecas slumps back against the ropes they start to die down. Referee Ordonez bends down to attend to Aecas, concerned that the glass still in his mouth may inflict yet further damage, but the Black Angel pushes him away, leans his head through the ropes and spits blood and glass shards onto the mats of the ringside area. As the nearest portion of the crowd visibly shrinks back in disgust Aecas stirs again, slowly moving towards Toxxic as he lies in the ruins of the log cabin, blood now starting to seep through the ruined back of his t-shirt. “This is horrible,” Comet says quietly as the Black Angel reaches his opponent. “This match should never have been signed. This is rivalling the SJl’s ‘Damnation In A Box’ for sheer brutality, and I think it’s appalling that two of the SWF’s brightest new stars should have been forced to compete in such an environment. I don’t often criticise Mark Stevens, but this-” “And I don’t often defend him, but these two asked for this!” Riley points out. “Or at least, Aecas demanded the stipulation and Toxxic accepted. They only have themselves to blame!” “And now he’s not pinning him!” Comet snaps as Aecas starts to wearily raise Toxxic’s head. “No matter what he’s already done to you Aecas, just pin him and end this!” But the Black Angel has had too many near misses, and wants to make sure - really, REALLY sure - that Toxxic won’t get up again. With one last effort the champion lifts Toxxic’s body until the rookie is upright. Then Aecas squats down behind the challenger and places his head between Toxxic’s legs before slowly straightening, the straight-edger now balanced on the Black Angel’s broad shoulders like a drunk girl at a festival. “Aecas has Toxxic on his shoulders, Robert, and I can think of only one outcome to this!” Comet yells as the crowd rises in their seats. “The Assault Driver!” “Ah, but not just any Assault Driver, Comet,” Riley responds, apparently quite happy to see either man crippled for life. “Aecas appears to have a specific destination in mind...” Sure enough, Aecas has started to walk forwards... towards the other light tube log cabin. As the Black Angel’s intention becomes clear the Los Angeles crowd starts to chant once more in anticipation of the devastation to come. “TRI-NI-TY!” “TRI-NI-TY!” “TRI-NI-TY!” Aecas raises his left hand and ensnares Toxxic’s left wrist as the battered rookie slowly starts to comprehend where he is. Gritting his teeth Aecas attempts to raise his right arm and grab Toxxic’s other hand prior to dropping the troublesome straight-edger onto his head, but the damage inflicted on it has rendered the limb virtually useless. As Aecas gropes for his opponent’s wrist Toxxic bunches up his fist and with the desperation of one who sees his life flashing in front of his eyes, nails the Black Angel as hard as he can in the temple. The blow staggers the Hardcore champion, and Toxxic punches again... and again... Aecas releases his grip on Toxxic’s left wrist, and seeing his only chance Toxxic shifts his legs and manages to slide off the Black Angel’s back - but on his way down he hooks his left arm around Aecas’ neck in a reverse headlock, pulling the giant down with him. Aecas lands uncomfortably on his knees, his centre of balance shifted and legs twisted under him awkwardly. Desperately the Black Angel tries to fight out, but his own blood is blinding him and he can’t free his legs as Toxxic alters his grip slightly and locks in the Dragon Sleeper. But Toxxic isn’t finished there either. He too has had too many near misses, and the burning pain of his back tells him that one more offensive move from Aecas will finish him. The Black Angel must NOT be allowed to escape. So he reaches out and grabs Aecas’ right wrist one last time, and starts to force it up behind the champion’s back. Aecas fights it with everything he has but that right arm has had glass driven into it, has been pummelled, kicked, dragged over ropes, crashed through barbed wire and been attacked with light tubes at every opportunity. Normally the Black Angel would overpower Toxxic in a matter of seconds, but that one limb can no longer resist, and Aecas’ hand is slowly forced ever more painfully upwards towards his own shoulder blades. Toxxic reaches down with his left hand, desperate to get the move locked in... and finally manages to clasp his left hand around Aecas’ right wrist. “Repeat To Fade!” Comet calls as Toxxic drops to one knee, putting everything he has into the hold. “Aecas is trapped in the middle of the ring and it looks bad for the champion!” “Don’t forget that jawbreaker!” Riley rejoins. “At the angle Aecas’ head is being tilted back he’s as much at risk of choking on his own blood as anything else!” But still the Black Angel refuses to give up. Left arm flailing he tries to grab hold of his tormentor, but Toxxic ducks back out of reach. Realising that there is only one option left, Toxxic takes a deep breath and kicks out with his legs. For one moment the two men are balanced where they were, and then all of Aecas’ weight comes crashing back down onto the rookie. But in that one moment Toxxic wrapped his legs around Aecas’ torso in a bodyscissors, and managed to trap the flailing left arm uselessly by its owner’s side. Now there seems to be no escape for the champion. Right arm captured in a hammerlock, the Dragon Sleeper threatening to cut off air and consciousness, blinded by his own blood and at danger of choking with his other arm trapped at his side and his legs pinned by his own weight, Aecas is barely even aware of Ced Ordonez desperately asking him if he wants to give up. It’s not even obvious if Aecas could make it known if he did. All that happens is Toxxic leans back as far as he can and screams “Just give up! Just fucking give up!” over and over again. ... ... ... ... ... And Aecas doesn’t give up. ... ... ... ... ... And Aecas doesn’t give up. ... ... ... ... ... And Aecas doesn’t give up... ... ... ... ... ... And Aecas goes limp. *DING! DING!* Ced Ordonez grabs Toxxic by the shoulder and starts shaking the rookie, but Toxxic still has the hold locked in, possibly not even aware of Ordonez telling him to release it. *DING! DING! DING! DING!* Finally Toxxic relaxes his grip and slumps back onto the canvas, dimly aware of the guitars of the Lostprophets thundering over the speakers, warring with the voice of Funyon: “Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner and NEW SWF Hardcore Gamer’s Champion... TOXXX-XXXIIIIIC!” “This has been a truly gruelling match,” Cyclone Comet states as the majority of the Los Angeles crowd boo and jeer their disapproval over the result, “and one that was very difficult to watch. These two men gave it their all, but it was the rookie who came out on top in the end. I do not condone the tactics Toxxic used - merciful Zeus, I don’t condone this match at all - but this was a hardcore match and when all’s said and done, everything was legal. It says something for the character of both men that they took such inhuman punishment, and for all the unpleasant things they did to each other I have to salute them both; Toxxic for pulling off the win in his first ever title match, and with such a hellish stipulation as well; and Aecas, who if nothing else can hold his head proudly and say that he did not quit - he passed out rather than submit.” Back in the ring the blood-soaked Toxxic receives the Hardcore Gamer’s belt from Ordonez. The rookie rolls under the ropes, wincing as his lacerated back comes into contact with the canvas, then bends down and picks up his black holdall. “And that just shows you the average intelligence of the Unholy Trinity, Comet,” Bobby Riley asserts. “Aecas was trapped with nowhere to go, but instead of simply submitting he braved it - for what?” “Because sometimes that’s what you have to do, Robert, and if you had any concept of honour you might know that,” Comet responds witheringly. At the base of the entrance ramp Toxxic throws the Hardcore title over his shoulder and looks back at the ring, the look in his eyes seeming to measure the pain and suffering inflicted in the ring against the belt now in his possession. Ignoring the fans packed either side of the ramp, the new Hardcore champion turns and limps away from the ring, as the cameras cut back to a direct shot of the SWF commentary team. “Don’t go away fans, we have another match-up coming next that may also break new grounds of taste and decency!” Comet states, switching from argumentative to shill mode in a heartbeat. “A true grudge match, this will be Alan Clark vs the HVille Thugg!” Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
the.weej 0 Report post Posted March 8, 2004 ~~AN INTRODUCTION~~ LOCATION: Huron, South Dakota HVT is shown holding Landon Maddix high in the air, his large hand wrapped around the throat of the then SJL Unified Champion. In slow motion, Maddix is driven into the trunk of his car, leaving a large dent. Thugg walks away from his carnage and leaves Maddix alone to ponder what is future in the SWF will be. The scene fades over a few words from a small index card… “Welcome to the SWF…” ~~A REUNION~~ LOCATION: Hollywood, California In black and white, Thugg stands over his victim, Spike Jenkins, as - in slow-motion – Jenkins is punched, beaten, and finally thrown through a large plate glass window in the door of a McDonald’s restaurant. Thugg leaves Spike on the sidewalk and goes back to getting his order and a few people crowd around the battered Jenkins. The rest of the index card is shown… “…You Are Officially My Bitch.” The image freezes on the index card, and then burns away as if set on fire from behind, revealing the dark, ominous figure of Thugg behind it, a devilish smile on his face. His visage fades to the right side of the screen, as more lettering appears on the screen… ~~AN ATTACK~~ LOCATION: Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania A black and white scene is shown once more, and Cyclone Comet’s voice echoes over the screen as Alan Clark is drilled into a hallway wall from behind. “OH MY GOD! SOMEONE JUST SPEARED ALAN CLARK RIGHT OUT OF HIS BOOTS!” The visage of Thugg smiles widely as the hallway scene fades out on a shot of Alan, nearly unconscious on the floor. Thugg’s smile fades quickly however… as another voice…this time of Commissioner Mark Stevens…is heard above a cheering crowd… “YOU ARE FIRED!” Steven’s voice echoes into nothingness, and Thugg slams his fists together as the visage looks away from the center of the screen…the Pittsburgh crowd chants and cheers wildly… “Na, Na, Na, Na…Hey, Hey, Hey…Goodbye!” ~~WANTS~~ The chanting fades away…and another image appears on the left side of the screen, staring straight at Thugg as his voice is heard… “I…Want…Thugg…Now!” Alan Clark’s voice fades away, but is soon replaced by the sounds of metal denting and glass shattering…followed by Alan and Thugg’s voice echoing out…. CRASH! “WHAT THE FUCK?!” SMASH “WHO’S THE BITCH NOW?!” Alan’s scream echoes as it fades, and Alan’s somber expression turns to a twisted smile. Suddenly, Mark Stevens’ voice can be heard once more… “…At From the Fire…it will be HVT…versus Alan Clark…in a STREET FIGHT~! The crowd explodes, but the two men’s voices return, taunting each other back and forth… YOU BETTA RECOGNIZE! YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU ARE GETTING INTO! I WILL WRECK YO SHIT! PREPARE TO BE ROCKED! ~~NEEDS~~ The two visages fade away, as do the voices…but a new scene is shown…this time glowing in Technicolor to cheering crowds… “I have done NOTHING to receive these cheers…” --The cheers fade away, but Clark continues… “I have only interjected myself in places where I should have not…” --Black and white stills of Landon and Spike flash on the screen… “Landon…a man I have come to loathe… …Spike Jenkins…a man I have had pleasure in making tap out, leaving him laying in the middle of the ring. But then you make your way to me… …AND I CAN NOT TAKE IT ANYMORE!” --Alan Clark moves around the ring, growing erratic…his voice echoes out… “ALAN CLARK CHOKED!” “I CAME IN A LOSER!” “NO MATTER WHAT…AT THE END…THUGG IS GONE… ……FOREVER! --The video freezes on Alan…but his voice continues… “I AM NOT COMING ALONE!” ~~’FRIENDS’~~ “Bloodshed is coming, Thugg… Black and white video of Bloodshed bleeding profusely… “The Apostle…he’s coming too!” --More black and white…this time from the Genesis Tournament and the Apostle defeating Crow, Drazon, and Silent… “They fight with me!” --Alan Clark’s frozen color image gains two black and white images, one of Bloodshed to his left, and the Apostle to his right… “They are coming, Thugg…” The images fade together, leaving Alan Clark standing alone once more…but he soon fades out as well. ~~ENEMIES~~ CUE: “Touch The Fire” by Icehouse The song begins, and videos quickly fade in and out across the screen… Bloodshed battling in a steel cage… The Apostle gaining revenge in a Condemned House… Thugg defeating El Luchador Magnifico for his first championship… Clark diving off a production truck and crashing through Todd Royal en route to his JL World Championship victory… …and Thugg holding his second World Championship high in the air after defeating “Grand Slam” Mark Stevens… Alan Clark and Thugg’s championship images appear on screen together and the two visages from earlier return…the two men staring at each other. Thugg’s eyes show no remorse… Clark’s smile shows no fear… The music fades down and away to nothingness…leaving the two alone on the screen. Alan Clark’s voice is heard echoing out once more as behind them a blur of images of the two men strobe together… “IT’S ALL UP TO ME!” The echo continues, the images disappear, and the screen fades to black and white…then begins slowly burning away, enveloped in fire. All that is left…is darkness. …The final sound heard…is one explosive crack of thunder. The ideas of a career-ending match are something that no wrestler wants to put into their mind. But tonight two men will be doing just that as they step out in front of millions of people… …and fight. For Thugg, his career is over with no questions surrounding it whatsoever other than ‘what will he do now?’, but for Alan Clark…the ideas that going toe-to-toe with a man that thinks nothing of destroying another human being may be too much for him to handle. Alan Clark has told the world he knows exactly what he is doing, but tonight is the night. Tonight is something the world has been waiting for. The Staples Center seems almost a fitting place for the explosion of emotions, as the riots did twelve years prior, tonight everyone watching could very well learn what Alan Clark and Thugg have known for the past few weeks. …it only takes two men to create a war, and two men to put a stop to it. The arena seems cold and sterile, unknowingly the soon-to-be host of carnage, age, violence, and brutality. The crowd also seems a bit too jovial, possibly unprepared for what they are about to bare witness to. Cyclone Comet can be heard over the crowd… “This next match could very well be remembered forever as the match where Alan Clark’s head was ripped from his shoulders like some crazy Mortal Kombat finisher…” Comet pauses for the effect of it all. “Or it could remembered as the match where Alan Clark stood up to the largest man in the company’s history and took him down and ended his career in a blaze of losing.” Comet’s voice trails off, and Riley jumps right in. “…but I highly doubt that, Comet. We have medical staff standing by to pick up the pieces of the new Cruiserweight Champion at the end of his beating.” Riley continues. “Now now, Robert…Alan Clark shocked the world a few days ago against Wildchild…he could do it again.” “Yeah…and my father is Edwin MacPhisto!” “…” “MUWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!” The two bantering announcers are suddenly cut off… THEY DON’T KNOW… WHO WE BEEEEEE… “Here he comes…” Comet speaks over the explosive music… THEY DON’T KNOW… WHO WE BEEEEEE… “Yes he does! Let the countdown to Clark’s destruction begin!” WHAT THEY DON’T KNOW IS… BOOM! The entire stage is engulfed in high blazing fire as Thugg steps out from behind the curtain and right through the flames, walking down the ramp and toward the ring, his eyes glowing with an indescribable hate for every single person around him, as they boo incessantly. “Thugg is getting symbolic…coming from the fire for his match-up with Alan Clark. And as we look at these close-ups we can see that there is an entire world of hate and pain awaiting Clark when he comes out here in just a few moments.” Comet comments as Funyon makes the announcement from inside the ring… “Ladies and Gentlemen…the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL and is a STREEEEEEEEET FIGHT~! Introducing first…hailing from Washington D.C…he is the Angriest Black Man On The Face Of The Planet Earth…he is H…V…T… THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGG~! BOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! “By Zeus…this crowd is going to be hoarse in about five minutes if they keep that up…” “These Los Angeles fans have absolutely no respect! This is Thugg’s last match! They should be standing up and applauding! He’s a two time World Champion!” Riley goes off in his chair, needing a bit of calming down as Thugg climbs up to the ring apron and pushes the top rope down a bit, lifting his right leg up and climbing over the top rope, showing off his massive size to everyone watching around the world. The lights return to normal, the music fades to silence, and the crowd even quiets down for a moment as Thugg looks up to the entranceway… …and the arena suddenly drops into complete and utter darkness. Everything is pitch-black. "What the hell? Where did everybody go? This can't be good…" Riley's voice can be heard through the crowd's murmurs as Funyon's voice can be heard - prerecorded... "Ladies and gentlemen...coming to the ring at this time... BLOODSHED!" As the intro is spoken, the SmarkTron comes to life, showing an old video of Bloodshed, sitting on a swing and slowly moving back and forth, hair in his eyes and a smile on his face. His voice can be heard… “I’m going to paint this town RED…” The image blurs out…and another pre-recorded intro is heard... "...and his partner...coming to the ring...THE APOSTLE!" The crowd pops a little as the blur on the SmarkTron becomes crystal clear, showing the Apostle standing in a burning field, his eyes seemingly fixated on the ring as heavenly lights hit the Tron and then slowly flicker away… WHOOOOOOOOOOSH! …Only to be replaced by huge waves of flame firing up the entranceway. The crowd pops even louder for the fire, but still not much in the arena can be seen. "This is just...I can't even describe it" Comet is heard as the indoor climate turns bad and it seems to be storming throughout the arena, the sounds of wind and rain attacking the senses and leading into a lone acoustic guitar solo - the opening notes of "Wanted Dead Or Alive" The lights come up slightly and the crowd gets to their feet as the scene turns to Clark's signature black and white. As the lyrics begin, Alan steps through the curtain, sporting a pure white T-shirt and baggy jeans, as well as his new championship around his waist. Above him on the SmarkTron both Bloodshed and the Apostle can be seen side by side, looking down over the scene below them. I walk these streets, a loaded six string on my back I play for keeps, 'cause I might not make it back Alan pulls the cruiserweight title from his waist and holds it in the air, pointing at Thugg, seemingly telling him “I’m a champion now”, but Thugg’s expression is unchanging. I’ve been everywhere, still I'm standing tall I've seen a million faces and I've rocked them all! Alan points to the ring and then at the heavens, the crowd getting more and more behind him as he gets closer to Thugg in the ring. Funyon is finally able to make his real introduction... "Ladies and Gentlemen...introducing his opponent...hailing from Long Beach, California...he is the NEW SWF CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION… ALAAAAAAAAAAAN CLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARK!" The crowd cheers, but Alan throws his hands up, quieting the arena after a moment. Alan stands at the end of the entranceway, looking toward the ring. He turns and faces the SmarkTron, looking up at the images of Bloodshed and The Apostle. Alan Clark suddenly appears between them on the screen and the three images meld together before Clark spins back around to face the ring, the music suddenly stopping after a final loud crack of thunder. The black and white fades back into color as Alan rolls into the ring, his twisted smile ever present. "Alan Clark is either showing no fear or no brains right now…or BOTH!" Riley quips as the two men prepare to start the fight. Funyon exits the ring and heads to his seat, leaving referee Ced Ordonez to stand between the two, wondering what the hell he did wrong to get stuck with reffing this match. He looks at both of them and sighs a bit before calling for the bell to start the match… *DING DING DING* “WOOO!” Riley seems more jovial than usual as he is no doubt waiting to see Alan Clark get mangled Thugg-style. Alan, on the other hand, seems up to the task as he bounces off the ropes and leaps at Thugg, striking him in the face with a hard forearm, but the big man doesn’t even move. HVT signals to Alan to try again, and he obliges, firing off another forearm, again not even phasing him. “Thugg is just toying with Alan. This is so wrong!” Comet remarks as Alan tries once more, throwing a dropkick into Thugg’s chest…and he steps back a bit, almost laughing from the cruiserweight’s feeble attempts at knocking him down. Alan shakes his head in frustration and comes off the ropes once more, leaping into the air… WHAM! …and being near decapitated by Thugg, who simply lets his huge right arm swing out and catch Clark right in the mush. Alan hits the mat and rolls to his stomach, holding his neck from the shot. Thugg looks down and simply smiles before reaching at Alan and lifting him back up to his feet. Thugg seems faux apologetic and asks Alan to try one more time. Alan nods and hits the ropes, getting a huge burst of speed and leaping into the air, colliding with the big man… …and putting him into the ropes… WHAM!! …and Thugg returns the shot, once again almost taking Clark’s head off with a huge clothesline, causing Alan to flip heels over head backwards and land on his face in the center of the ring. “Alan Clark is redefining the term ‘ragdoll’ in that ring right now!” Riley chuckles to himself as Alan crawls back up to his feet and looks up at the big man… …and smiles almost delightfully. “That’s disturbing…” Comet comments as Alan brushes himself off, almost trying to keep himself from laughing. “Alan’s lost his mind…he’s cracking up!” Riley exclaims as Alan doubles over, holding his sides. Thugg only watches, a little uneasy about the sudden burst of laughter from the smaller superstar. “Thugg has no idea what to do right now…” “Wreck His Shit, Thugg!” comes the call from Riley, and Thugg seems to hear as he grabs Alan’s shoulder and pulls him up from his chuckle-fest. Clark suddenly quickens his pace, popping up and sending his foot into Thugg’s right knee, causing the big man to get a little angered at the possum nature he just dealt with. Alan sends another kick in, but Thugg barely stumbles, and instead wraps his hand around Clark’s throat and shoves him one-handed into the corner. Alan hits with some force and drops down, his arms holding the rest of his body up on the top ropes, but as Thugg moves in, Alan drops to his hands and knees and crawls between the big man’s legs…barely escaping Thugg’s grasp. “There’s an innovative escape if I ever saw one, Citizens…” Comet almost laughs to himself as Thugg turns around, getting a little angered. Alan is prepared, however, and he nips up and jumps towards the big man, pushing his feet into Thugg’s chest and flipping backwards to land on his feet, but Thugg barely moved an inch from the push. As Alan hits the ground a massive foot, that happens to be connected to Thugg, meets him and almost takes his head clean off his shoulders. “Alan’s going to need corrective surgery after this match” “To repair his face, Robert?” “To repair his whole body…he’s going to need one of those suits like RoboCop at the end of this!” Riley’s joke doesn’t seem to trigger anything from his superhero counterpart as Alan falls back to the canvas, holding his face and rolling around from the pain of the big boot. Thugg pulls Clark up to his feet and whips him into the ropes, aiming for another stiff clothesline…but the quicker cruiserweight ducks under the arm and stops dead in his tracks, freezing in mid-step. Alan turns and leaps up onto Thugg’s back, wrapping his arms around the big man’s head and locking in a sleeper! “Sleeper applied!” Comet yells out… “…But Not For Long!” Riley exclaims as Thugg reaches over his back and grabs Alan by the collar of his shirt. Alan wrenches the hold harder, but Thugg simply leans forward and pulls, sending Alan over his head and flipping onto his back on the canvas. The crowd boos as Alan bounces off the mat. “Alan might be on his way to the lose column…as he has yet to have any kind of offense against Thugg in this match!” Comet speaks the obvious as Thugg literally drags Alan across the ring and up to his feet in the corner. Thugg reels back and sends a closed fist right into Alan’s forehead, causing his head to snap back violently. Thugg throws another punch and Alan’s head snaps once more, causing referee Ordonez to interject himself and try to stop Thugg, but the 185 pound ref can do nothing, and everyone seems to know that fact as the boos grow louder and louder. BOOOOOOOOO!!! “This crowd knows that this is Thugg’s last match no matter what…and he isn’t going to let anyone stop him from tearing Alan Clark apart right here in Los Angeles!” Comet exclaims as Thugg continues his barrage of punches, finally backing off as blood begins to appear on Alan’s face, busted open from Thugg’s soup bone of a right hand. “Blood! We’ve got Blood! WOOO!” Riley cheers, but Comet notices something else on his monitor… “…we might have blood, Citizen Riley…but look at Alan’s face…really look at it…” “…what? Oh my. Is he…” “…smiling! Yes he is! Alan Clark is staring up at Thugg with his own blood pouring down his face and he is smiling, just begging for the big man to keep it up!” Comet yells as Thugg looks at Alan, a little bit of shock on his face. The look quickly passes though, as Clark is knocked out of the corner and over the top rope by a huge right cross! “What a punch! HVT should take up boxing after tonight…he’d destroy everyone!” Riley comments as Alan hits the floor, across the ring, a camera focuses on Alan on the other side as he looks up from the floor, a clear shot of the blood seeping down his face. Alan puts his hand up to his forehead and wipes the blood away. Without thinking, Alan simply wipes the blood onto his shirt, leaving a red hand-print on his chest. “That’s just sick and disgusting…ruining that perfectly good shirt…” “What?!” Comet seems shocked by the sudden explosion of fashion sense from his partner as Clark goes to head back in the ring, but Thugg is right there waiting on the inside. As he reaches over the top rope to try and grab him, Alan seizes the moment and slides under the bottom rope and right between Thugg’s legs! Alan crawls up to his feet and rushes the ropes, bouncing back as Thugg turns around…and right into a dropkick! Thugg stumbles backwards and Alan takes another run at the big man…but as Alan leaps into the air, Thugg catches him in his arms! “That’s a clean catch!” Riley quips as Thugg lifts Alan into the air, holding him up over his head, pressing him military style a few times. Clark tries his best to wiggle free, but just before he can Thugg walks to the edge of the ring… …and throws Alan to the outside! THUD~! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! “By Merciful Zeus! Alan Clark was just thrown 12 feet to the outside and landed right on his chest!” Comet exclaims as Alan rolls around on the floor, holding his chest and stomach. In the ring, Thugg simply smiles and heads to the outside, but Ced interjects himself again…and this time is shoved backwards, hitting the mat on his back and immediately popping up to his feet, but does not make a move toward the angered Thugg. Ordonez backs away, not wanting to spend any time in the hospital. “Ha! Ordonez knows exactly what he is dealing with! He should mention that to Clark sometime!” Riley comments as Thugg climbs over the top rope to the apron and then hops down to the floor, but can not find Alan Clark anywhere! “Wait? What happened to Citizen Clark? Do we have a replay?” Comet asks…and a replay window pops up, showing the outside of the ring as Thugg is busy with Ordonez, and Alan can be seen rolling under the ring apron and out of view. A few fans point toward the apron, alerting Thugg to the whereabouts of Clark, making the big man smile. “Uh oh…Clark has nowhere to run now!” Riley remarks as Thugg throws up the apron and looks under the ring… FWHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSHHHHHH! Thugg is suddenly surrounded by a wall of white fog, causing him to step backwards and out of the area as the blast ceases from under the apron. With Clark still not in sight, a fire extinguisher rolls out from under the apron…. “Alan Clark just blinded Thugg with that fire extinguisher! But where is he?” Comet asks, but as Thugg stumbles around blindly Clark appears around the corner and hops up on the ringsteps. In one fluid motion, Alan dives off and clotheslines Thugg, but the big man still does not fall down. “Thugg will not go down! Clark is going to need to hit him with a car or set off an explosion or something…otherwise he is just prolonging the inevitable…his own DESTRUCTION!” Riley laughs as Alan looks a little shocked that Thugg didn’t fall down. Clark hops up to the apron and then to the top turnbuckle, poising himself to take a dive down onto the big man. As flashbulbs pop in the crowd, Alan leaps off the top and spreads his arms, going for a HUGE splash… …CAUGHT! “Thugg gets his vision back just in time and Alan Clark is in a world of trouble!” Comet exclaims as Thugg turns Alan sideways in his arms and rushes toward the ring post, seemingly trying to connect the steel pole to Alan’s spine. Thugg drops Alan as he hits the post, leaving the smaller superstar on the ground in a heap. The LA crowd explodes in a loud chorus of boos, and Thugg only barely acknowledges them, caring only to pull Alan off the floor and toss him into the ring. Thugg climbs up to the ring apron and steps over the top rope, taking his time to get to the battered Clark before falling onto his knees and going for a cover… ONE… TWO…. KICKOUT!! “Alan Clark gets his shoulder up just before the three…and that was a huge mistake by Thugg there! This is falls count anywhere!” “Thugg knows exactly what he is doing, Comet…he is prolonging the pain for Alan Clark…he wants that man to HURT!” Riley tries to think positive about the pin attempt as the fans continue displaying their negativity towards Thugg in the ring. HVT ignores them once more as he pulls Alan up to his feet and whips him into the ropes, trying for a clothesline as he flies back across the ring… DUCKED! *BOUNCE* ANOTHER CLOTHESLINE! DUCKED AGAIN! *BOUNCE* As Alan comes off the ropes for the third time, he leaps toward the big man with another forearm shot and connects with Thugg’s jaw! HVT reels a bit from the shot, giving Alan a chance to pop into the air once more… DROPKICK! AND ANOTHER! “Thugg is on the ropes!” Comet screams out as Alan gets to his feet and steps back turning his body sideways and moving in… SMACK~ YAHHHHHHH!!! “SUPERKICK!!” Both announcers yell in unison as Thugg is caught in the chest with the kick and flips toward the outside… …and lands on his feet! “By Zeus! Alan Clark still has yet to get Thugg off of his feet! He just struck with that blistering superkick, and the big man took it like a girlish slap!” “HAHA! Clark’s a girl!” “That’s not what I meant, Robert!” Comet seems irked by Riley’s comments as Thugg seems a bit shocked on the outside, shaking his head and regaining his balance that was lost by the backwards tumble he just took as a result of the kick. On the inside, Alan is making another run at the ropes, and as the big man looks toward the ring, Clark pops up and springboards off the top… …and right into Thugg’s arms once more!! “Thugg’s got him again!” Riley screams as Alan struggles to free himself from the massive arms around him, but just as he gets his arms free, Thugg lifts Alan into the air and tilts the smaller superstar upside down… THUD! “Alan Clark was just driven onto the entrance ramp! His back could be broken!” Comet exclaims as Thugg stays on top of Clark and goes for another cover, and Ordonez is ready… ONE… TWO… THRKICKOUT! Alan Clark barely gets his shoulder up, leaving an angered Thugg to get to his feet. The big man is only made more angry as he looks down at the bleeding Clark, only to see a wide smile on his face. “Oh you want some more?!” Thugg can be heard yelling as he leans down to pull his adversary up, but Alan is ready, sticking his hand up and catching the big man right in the eye with his thumb! “Unbelievable! Alan Clark just poked Thugg’s eyes!” Comet remarks as Alan rolls to his stomach and crawls toward the ring, leaving Thugg momentarily blinded, almost moaning from the pain of the poke from Alan. “That was uncalled for!” Riley responds, but Ced simply shrugs his shoulders to the camera as Alan crawls under the apron once more. “There he goes again…” Comet comments, but Alan reappears quickly…steel chair in hand! “He’s got a chair!” Both announcers yell as Alan winds up and BLASTS Thugg in the forehead with the chair, sending the big man into the barricade. Alan reels back once more and sends the chair into Thugg’s face again, causing a loud skull on steel echo to reverberate throughout the arena. Alan backs all the way across the ramp and holds the chair up once more and takes a run at the big man… *CLANG* The crowd almost gasps collectively as Alan brings the chair down and right onto Thugg’s forehead for a third time before dropping the chair, and now the cameras can see that blood is now flowing from the heads of both men. “Alan Clark has busted HVT open with those hideous chair shots!” Riley exclaims as Alan leaps up onto the barricade that Thugg is holding himself up on, balancing expertly on the tubing and sending in a barrage of fists, trying to open up the wound even more. As more blood appears, Alan takes a moment to show off his crimson hand to the crowd before wiping it across his shirt, adding another red hand-print to his collection. *DING* “Uggggghhh…” Alan moans as Thugg sends his left arm into Alan’s legs, causing the cruiserweight to lose his balance and fall onto the barricade in a way that sends a shiver through every male watching. “That…is…pain.” Comet remarks as Alan’s eyes wince and he falls off the barricade, landing on his side on the ramp. Thugg stands up off the barricade and pulls Alan’s legs apart, putting his huge shoe right where it shouldn’t be and then pulling up on his arms, causing a quick yelp of pain from Clark as 386 pounds of Thugg gets pressed into his twins. “I would think one man wouldn’t do that to another man…at least not with this many people watching.” Riley comments as Alan tries to free himself, but every movement he makes brings more pain. “How does that feel, punk?!” Thugg yells down at Clark, who simply smiles and gives quite the answer… “Fucking Great, You Big Piece of Shit!” The announcers both gasp as the words leave Alan’s mouth, and those in the crowd that hear cheer loudly as Thugg’s eyes widen and he lets Alan’s left arm go before throwing his big hand down and dishing out a hard bitch slap. *SLAAAP* OOOOOOOOOOOO!! The crowd can be heard as Alan hits the steel ramp once more, moving his hands between his face and his crotch, trying to defend himself from any more for the time being. “He should just give up…or he just might die right here in Los Angeles!” Riley exclaims as Thugg looks out over the crowd and then down at the balled up Clark. A devilish smile appears on the big man’s face as he places his thumb on his neck and slowly pulls his hand across… “Uh oh…Thugg is signalling that it could be the end of Alan Clark…” Comet remarks as HVT pulls Alan up by his hair and then lifts him off the ground, pressing him over his head once more. “LAST STAND! IT’S OVER BABY!” Riley screams as Thugg goes to rotate Alan’s body and fall foreward… …ALAN SLIPS OUT! “BY ZEUS! HE ESCAPED!” Comet yells out as Alan flips foreward and lands on his feet on the ramp… …and then collapses onto his back, grabbing his knee and screaming in pain. “Alan Clark got out of the Last Stand, but he might have just messed up his right knee in the process!” Comet says as Ced checks on the downed Clark, but Thugg can only laugh as he shoves Ordonez away and reaches down for Alan. OOOOMPH! YAHHHH! “That cheater! CHEATER!” Riley explodes as Thugg reaches down and Alan rolls up onto his shoulders, clutching his knees tightly to his chest before firing his legs upward and connecting squarely with Thugg’s forehead, knocking him backwards down the ramp...but the big man does not take a fall as he hits the ring apron. “Alan Clark just possumed his way into an advantage…for the moment anyway” Comet mentions as Alan rolls up and gets to his feet, seeing a chance to run toward the backstage curtain. “Now the scared little guy is running away! Go! Run! Loser!” Riley continues his quips as Thugg shakes off the kick and heads toward the curtain himself, pushing his way past Ordonez and pulling the curtain back… FWWWWHHHOOOOOOOOOSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! From backstage, another huge fire extinguisher blasts sends Thugg reeling back a few steps, and this time he almost completely dodges the fog. The big man lets out what can best be described as a primal scream, slamming his foot off the ground and rushing through the remaining fog and through the curtain. “Gorilla In The Mist!” Comet laughs to himself… “That’s not funny! I’ll call him back here!” “Whatever…” Comet replies at his partner’s threats as a camera switches behind the curtain, finding Thugg alone, looking around for Clark, who has seemingly disappeared. “What the…where did that little bastard go?” Riley asks. “Don’t say that, Robert…and I don’t know.” Comet answers and the camera moves around with Thugg. The camera moves in front of the big man and he screams up and down the hallway… “YOU CAN’T RUN, BOY!” Thugg screams out, unaware that over his shoulder, the camera has spotted Clark, perched above the curtain that Thugg just bolted through moments before. Alan places his finger up to his mouth, telling everyone to be quiet as he stays perched…but most of the crowd doesn’t seem to care, as they begin to cheer wildly as they finally see where he disappeared to. “Thugg! Behind you! LOOK!” Riley screams out as Thugg continues his search, and after a brief moment, he finally turns back around… …and is met by Clark, who dives off his perch and spins through the air, his foot meeting up with Thugg’s jaw, causing Thugg to fall backwards and end up sitting upright on a nearby table! Alan lands on his feet and heads towards the dazed Thugg, folding up a chair by the table and firing off a stiff shot… *CLANG* …causing more bloodshed from the big man. Alan laughs as he re-opens the chair, setting it on the floor in front of Thugg’s seat and stepping back a few feet. “You ready, big boy?” Alan asks as he rushes the chair, using it as a makeshift springboard to take a dive at Thugg…. …but Thugg ducks down! *SMACK* “My Heavens! Alan Clark just flew right over top of HVT and connected with nothing but the concrete floor! That had to sting like the dickens!” Comet says… “The dickens?” Riley looks over at his partner, wondering what the hell is going on inside the superheroic head of Comet, as Thugg rolls off the table and pushes Alan onto his back, going for another pin… ONE… TWO… THREEKICKOUT!! “Alan Clark got his shoulder up! How is he still doing it? He’s a psycho!” Riley exclaims as Clark’s shoulder barely gets up before the three, the crowd cheering like mad as the match continues. Thugg, unlike the crowd, is not exactly pleased with his opponent’s resiliency. As Alan tries to get back to his feet, he is kicked back down, getting Thugg’s huge foot rammed into his forehead, causing more blood to pour out and all over Alan’s face. Clark tries to wipe the blood away and clear his vision as Thugg lifts Alan off the floor and begins dragging him down the hall. Alan’s feet drag behind him as he is held up by his arms, and with each door the two men come to, Thugg uses his adversary as his own special key…slamming Alan off the doors and causing them to swing open. “HVT is just ramming Alan Clark’s head off those doors!” Comet yells as Thugg uses his human battering ram once more, hitting a door so hard it almost breaks away from the wall, causing a loud thud to echo down the hallway as Alan’s skull ricochets off the door. “I don’t even know what Thugg is doing, Comet…it seems like he is looking for something or someone…or maybe just a nice place to stash the body.” “That’s very lovely turn of phrase, Robert…” Comet sarcastically mutters as Alan begins to fight back, getting his feet underneath him and standing up a bit before swinging his legs out and connecting with the back of Thugg’s knees. This only serves to piss the big man off more, however, and the last door Thugg rams Alan into really does come off it’s frame and goes tumbling down the flight of stairs behind it. “Here we are!” Thugg seems a bit jovial at the finding of the stairwell as he stands Alan up and points down the steps. “What in the name of Zeus is Thugg pointing at?” Comet questions, but Thugg soon answers… “You want to relive your past, boy? How about I help you out a bit with that…” Thugg screams at Alan as he lifts him up and holds him over his head, walking closer to the stairs. “NO! NO! THUGG CAN’T DO THIS! He’s going to throw Alan Clark down those stairs! He could kill him!” Comet screams as Thugg gets a head of steam and goes for the toss… …but Alan slips away!! *DING* OOOOOOOOOOOOO… The male crowd once again cringes as Alan is able to fall behind Thugg and land on one knee. But before Thugg can turn around, he gets Alan Clark’s fist in the one place a man’s hands should never go. Thugg stumbles forward toward the steps and Alan pushes off the ground, shoving the big man hard… “Alan Clark is trying to knock Thugg down the stairs! He can’t do that!” Riley exclaims, but Thugg stays on his feet as he bounds down the stairs, a near 400 pound wrecking ball with no control heading toward a middle landing in the stairwell. Thugg catches himself on the landing, his hands hit the wall and he stops himself in his tracks. The big man shakes his head as if to say “Ha, you thought you could get me” as he turns around… WHAM~! …and is caught by a huge spear from Alan Clark as he dives off the middle of the stairs and drives his body into Thugg’s, both men slamming against the wall violently. Alan falls to the floor and Thugg bounces off the wall, walking forward a few steps before falling, but catching his body on the stair railing and staying on his feet as Alan tries to get back up behind him. “Thugg still has not been off his feet once in this match…Alan has hit him with everything and he just won’t stay down!” Comet remarks as the camera moves down the stairs with Ordonez and they check on Clark, who lays on his back, looking up at the stairwell lights…a crimson mask smiling up at them. “That. Is. Sick!” Riley comments as Alan wipes some more blood away, his hands tinted red even as the blood is wiped away on his shirt. “I would have to agree with you there, Robert…I’ve never seen anything like that. I didn’t ever want to see anything like that…” Comet mentions as Alan slowly gets to his feet and Thugg turns around… …and the two men begin firing off punches at each other! “Look at that! It’s almost like they haven’t even been through the last 20 minutes of hell!” Riley exclaims as Thugg catches Clark in the jaw with a right hand, but Alan takes it with relative ease and returns the shot, connecting with Thugg’s chin and then following up with a palm strike to his forehead… …but Thugg catches Alan’s wrist as the arm extends out, leaving Clark trapped and open to a huge blow to his forehead. Alan falls backwards, and if not for Thugg holding his arm, he would have certainly hit the ground. But Thugg pulls Alan back up to his feet and aims for another… …DUCKED! …Alan moves out of the way of the big man’s fist and brings his foot up, catching Thugg behind his left knee once more. The surprise kick catches Thugg off guard, causing him to release the hold to Alan’s arm, opening up a perfect opportunity for Alan to bring his hand down and send it firing up like a missile and NAILING him with a huge uppercut. “What an uppercut! These two are just going hand-to-hand on that landing, beating each other into bloody pieces of meat!” Comet remarks as the camera moves back on the two men, showing them both to be looked very bloody, and Alan’s shirt more resembling tie-dye than it’s original pure white color. The battle rages on in the stairwell as Alan tries to head back up the stairs, moving as quick as he can to get away from the angered Thugg. Alan hits the landing by the broken door and waits for the big man to make his way up toward him… …kicking him square in the jaw with a roundhouse that sends blood and spit flying. Thugg grabs his jaw as Alan rushes up the next flight of stairs toward another door, but the big man gains a sudden burst of speed and jumps out, grabbing Alan by the ankle and pulling him down near the top of the steps. Alan hits the steps and turns around, sitting and waiting until Thugg looks up, and Clark sends his feet out and into Thugg’s face once more, the force pushing him down a few stairs. Clark gets to his feet and goes to the door, throwing it open. As Alan sees where the doorway leads he turns around… WHAAAAAAAM~! …and is RAN OVER by Thugg, who spears him out through the doorway and onto the ground! “BY ZEUS! ALAN CLARK WAS JUST LIFTED OFF THE GROUND AND DROVE INTO THE FLOOR AN—“ Comet is suddenly cut off by his partner! “LOOK WHERE THEY ARE!” Riley screams as the camera moves up the stairs to catch the action, finding Thugg getting to his feet, and surrounded by fans! “They’re in the lobby!” Comet exclaims as security comes rushing to pull people away from the two battling superstars, creating a ring around them as more fans come from their seats, forming a huge pit behind the wall of security. Cheers and chants begin as Ordonez tries to keep order… AL-AN! AL-AN! H-VILLE! H-VILLE! The second chant comes only as an irritant to Thugg, who turns and begins loudly cursing toward where the chants are coming from. “SHUT THE FUCK UP OR I’LL WRECK ALL YO SHIT!” He screams towards them before turning back toward Clark, only to receive a stiff kick the midsection and another to the head, but Thugg takes them with relative ease and stands back to a vertical base, catching Alan as he rushes in and locking in a front facelock… THUD! …and drives him into the floor with a HUGE DDT! BOOOOOOOOOO!!!! The crowd screams and the chants return as Thugg rolls Alan over and goes for a pin in the middle of the lobby… ONE… TWO… THREEEEEKICKOUT! “He kicked out! Alan Clark kicked out! How is he even moving!” Riley yells as the crowd surrounding the two men cheer wildly for Alan, causing Thugg to get to his feet and move toward the edge of security, telling various fans exactly what they can do with the remains of Clark once the fight is over. “Oh…those words are a little too graphic for even pay-per-view!” Comet remarks as security and Ced Ordonez try to stay between Thugg and the fans, but the big man finally shrugs them off and goes back to Alan, who is on his knees wiping the blood from his face once more. Thugg yells at a few fans to move out of the way of a nearby brick wall as he pulls Clark up to his feet and grabs him by the hair. HVT rushes toward the wall with Clark in tow and… …HE ESCAPES! Alan slips away from Thugg’s grip before the big man can even realize it, and just as Thugg turns back around to see where Alan went…. WHAM! “ANOTHER SPEAR FROM ALAN CLARK!” THUD! YAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH~! AL-AN! AL-AN! AL-AN! AL-AN! AL-AN! AL-AN! “BY ZEUS!!!” Comet yells out as Thugg is slammed off the concrete wall, but Alan Clark manages to stay on his feet, catching the big man by his head as he bounces back and falling to the floor, taking Thugg with him for a NECKBREAKER ONTO THE FLOOR! “THUGG DROPS! UNBELIEVABLE!” Riley isn’t the only one stunned as both men are down in the lobby of the arena, both barely moving at all after the neckbreaker. “Alan Clark just GOT AMPED! But both men are down and the referee can do nothing but wait!” Comet exclaims as Ordonez looks at the two men, wondering exactly what to do. Surprisingly, Thugg is the first to get to his knees, but Clark is not too far behind. As Alan gets to his feet, he looks over at Thugg, his face nothing but a bloody mess of happiness and glee. The camera catches a close-up of Thugg, his mouth dropping open as he looks over at his opponent, who seems to be enjoying the pain he has suffered thus far. As Thugg watches Alan puts out his hand and raises it up signaling that he is ready to go. “Alan wants some more! That DDT must have knocked him completely out of Sanity Park!” Riley exclaims as Thugg answers Alan’s challenge… …by grabbing him by the throat! “Uh oh…” Comet remarks as Thugg squeezes his hand, the blood dripping down his face almost boiling from Clark’s current demeanor. Thugg tries to lift Alan off the ground, but the cruiserweight swings his foot out and catches the big man dead in the right knee, causing Thugg to squeeze harder. Two more stiff kicks finally break the choke and Alan is quick to move around behind Thugg and throw off a few more kicks to the back of his knees. “He escaped!” Riley yells as Alan continues with his kicks, dropping Thugg down onto his knees. Before the big man can get back to his feet, Alan leaps up and twists his body, sending his right foot seering through the air and CLOCKING Thugg in the back of the head, sending Thugg down face-first into the floor. “Thugg is DOWN!” Comet screams as the crowd that has formed in the lobby explodes in cheers for Clark, who heads toward the ticket counters, leaving Thugg alone to get to his feet. “NOW where is he going?!” Riley questions as Thugg stands back up, looking around for where Alan ran off to. “WHERE IS CLARK~?” Thugg screams at Ordonez, who shrugs and points off toward the ticket area. Thugg looks over and sees his prey, then takes off walking through the crowd. Alan disappears around a column and Thugg stops, chuckling a bit at the vain attempt of hide-and-seek. Thugg looks back and forth around the column, and then decides to head around the right side… *DING* “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!” Riley exclaims as the cameraman rushes to check on exactly what happened, and finds Alan standing over Thugg, holding on to a metal queue pole. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
the.weej 0 Report post Posted March 8, 2004 “Alan Clark is getting a bit original in his scavenging for weaponry…going as far as to want to make everyone line up single file…or something.” Cyclone Comet is even having a little trouble figuring out the logic, but it seems to be working, as Alan brings the pole over his head and drives it down into the back of Thugg’s head… *DONG* “My God! Was that noise the pole or Thugg’s head?” “I don’t think it really matters at this point, Robert…” Comet remarks as Alan slams the pole down into Thugg’s head one last time before dropping it to the floor. Without even letting the big man get even close to a second wind, Alan drops down and pulls up a length of the velvet rope stuck to the pole, wrapping it around Thugg’s throat and pulling back, locking in a vicious choke. “CHOKE! CHOKE! REF!” Riley yells out as Thugg tries to reach around behind him, but Alan keeps far enough away to stay out of the big man’s reach but to still keep the choke held tight. Alan unclips the rope from the pole and ties it around the back of Thugg’s neck, tightening the choke even more as he tries to pull the big man up. Thugg stays doubled over and Alan jumps onto his back, screaming into Thugg’s ear. *THUD* BOOOOOOOO!!! Alan Clark’s body is flipping onto the floor by Thugg, who was able to get his hands over his back enough to catch Alan’s hair. Thugg falls down on top of Alan for a cover… ONE… TWO… THREEENOOOOOOOOO!!! Alan gets his shoulder up and Thugg can not believe it as he tries to loosen the hold the rope as around his neck. Turning his attention to the rope and taking it away from Alan buys the smaller superstar enough time to pull his body back between Thugg’s legs. As he does, he sends his right foot into the air… *DING* …and catching Thugg right in the crotch once more! “Ooooooo…that move should soooo go away…” Riley shudders… “Now Robert…you know that the Galatea Special will never go out of style!” Comet remarks as Alan gets to his feet and grabs Thugg by the neck once more, retightening the velvet rope around the neck of the big man in his current state of uncomfort. “That choke has got to be cutting off Thugg’s air supply by this point! Ordonez needs to put a stop to it this INSTANT!” Riley yells as Alan grabs Thugg by the rope and begins to pull him across the floor. Alan runs for the lobby doors of the Staples Center… *CRAAAAAASH* “BY ALL THAT IS SACRED AND HOLY!! ALAN CLARK JUST THREW THUGG THROUGH THAT GLASS DOOR FACE FIRST!” Comet explodes and Riley almost loses his mind in the seat next to him, as the crowd explodes in cheers and chants. HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! Even Ced is stunned as he peers through the broken glass door and down at Thugg, who lays on his stomach, unmoving. “Thugg could be knocked out!” Riley screams as Clark pulls the rope from Thugg’s neck and begins to grind Thugg’s face into the broken glass on the sidewalk, screaming in Thugg’s face the entire time… “HOW DOES THAT FEEL! WHO’S THE BITCH NOW?!” Alan screams as he uses what little strength he has left to pull Thugg up to his knees before jumping down on the big man’s back, slamming him back into the pavement once more. Alan’s twisted smile grows larger as he rolls Thugg over, showing the big man’s face to be sheer crimson. Clark tightens his fist and begins simply unloading into Thugg’s face, driving the glass into his hand in the process, but the psychotic look on his face shows that he does not care at all. “Come on Thugg! I don’t see you acting all FUCKING TOUGH NOW!” Alan lays in the punches, continually screaming and cursing up a storm as Ced tries to maintain order and the fans spill outside, but security pushes them back, barking at them to go inside and stay away from the two men laying on the sidewalk. “You have no idea what you are dealing with!” Alan yells out again and sends his fist into Thugg’s forehead one final time before he gets to his feet, leaving the cameraman to get a wonderful close-up of Thugg’s newly mangled face. “That is just disgusting…I can’t believe Alan Clark would stoop to this level.” Riley mutters as Alan wipes the blood from his own face and wipes it across his shirt… …and then he does the same to Thugg! “Ewww…Just…Ewwwwwww…” Riley says disgusted as Alan wipes the blood off of Thugg’s face and towels it off on his shirt, adding more blood to his current collection. “I can’t even put into words what I thought when he did that, Robert” Comet, too, seems grossed out as Alan pulls Thugg off the ground and throws the bloody velvet rope away. The cameraman and Ordonez follow behind as Alan begins to walk the big man across the parking lot, his right arm extending and pointing off into the distance. “Lookie where we are going!” Alan says in a matter that can only be described as what a five-year-old on acid would sound like. The camera turns away from the two men and sees Alan’s tour bus sitting a few hundred feet away. “Where is he taking him now?” Riley questions out loud, the same question also going through the minds of everyone else watching. “I have no idea…but it might not be good for either of these two men…” Comet answers as the two move closer and closer to the bus, Alan talking in Thugg’s ear, barely audible. As Alan gets close to the bus, he begins to move a bit faster, almost echoing himself from earlier as he tosses Thugg face-first into the side of the giant bus. Thugg bounces off… …and is PISSED~! “And He Awakens!” Riley exclaims as Thugg sends his boot into Alan’s midsection and lifts him up, and even in his slightly weakened state he is still able to place Alan onto his shoulder. The big man backs away from the bus and stops for a moment, using his free arm to hold Alan'’ head up, showing him what is going to be his fate. “Alan’s going to need some Tylenol…” Comet remarks as Thugg rushes the bus and DRIVES Alan face-first into the side, dropping the plucky cruiserweight six feet to the pavement. Oooooooooooo!! A crowd has gathered around the bus, but Thugg ignores them as he drags Alan to his feet and looks into his eyes. “I AIN’T NOBODY’S BITCH!” Thugg screams out and wraps his hand around Clark’s throat… “Chokeslam coming up!” Both announcers say together as Alan is lifted off his feet and held in the air, Thugg pausing to savor the moment. The big man goes to turn his body… …and is STUCK! “What the…” Riley starts as he stares at his monitor, as Thugg’s wrist is pinning against the side of the bus and Alan is wiggling his body free, his hands holding onto the sides of one of the bus’s open windows! “Alan Clark has got his hands on that open window and is desperately trying to get himself out of Thugg’s grip…” Comet says as Alan kicks his legs a few times to get the big man to back off… …and he pulls himself into the BUS! “Unbelievable!” Comet continues as Alan disappears through the window, leaving Thugg on the outside screaming in rage. “WHAT THE FUCK!!! YOU SON OF A BITCH!!” Thugg is completely against FCC regulations as he storms around, finally heading for the front door of the bus. “Oh man! Alan Clark can’t go anywhere now that he is in that bus…there is only ONE exit and a large angry roadblock is standing right in Clark’s way!” Riley chuckles at Alan’s impending doom. Thugg throws the door open… “YOU’RE FUCKED NOW!” he screams and steps up and into the dark bus… …and just as quickly comes falling back out, dropping from the steps and hitting the pavement, rolling down and onto his back, holding his face. “What just happened!?” Riley asks and Alan steps into view, answering his question by walking out of the bus, guitar in one hand and sledgehammer in the other! YAYYY!!! The crowd erupts as Alan drops his guitar to the ground and begins swinging the hammer above his head, moving in to where Thugg fell to. “Alan Clark just hit Thugg in the face with that hammer! He could have crushed his skull!” “But Robert…what about Thugg…That man has no concern for the lives of others and enjoys seeing the pain on their faces…what about that?” “THAT’S DIFFERENT!” Riley screams at his partner as Alan aims at Thugg and takes a huge swing at the big man… WHIIIIIIFFFFFF!! “Alan Clark misses his second swing!!” Comet exclaims as Thugg ducks out of the way, the momentum causing Alan to spin out of control and send the hammer flying out of his hands and skidding across the parking lot, barely missing a few people nearest to the bus. As Alan spins, Thugg gets to his feet and waits for his moment to strike. Alan’s spin slows to a stop, and the dizzied wrestler is suddenly wide awake as his throat is once again attacked by the large right hand of the big man. “Alan Clark won’t be able to sneak out of THIS ONE!” Riley laughs out loud, causing Comet to slap him across the back of the head as Alan sends his right foot right into Thugg’s crotch once more, falling back on a counter that always seems to work in the most desperate of situations. “Another lowblow! This is just insanity!” Comet remarks as Thugg recovers quicker than usual from the shot, but Alan is ready for him and kicks him in the stomach hard and then firing off a superkick that catches Thugg in the chin as he doubles over from the kick to his gut. “I don’t care what you say Comet…that was just wrong!” “There are no rights and wrongs in this match, Robert…it’s anything goes!!” Comet reiterates as Thugg reels back from the superkick. Alan rushes in and fires off a second superkick, sending the big man back even farther, causing him to fall backwards onto the hood of the car parked right behind the bus. Alan rushes to the side of the car and grabs Thugg by the top of his head, holding it up for a moment before using all his strength to slam it against the windshield! Alan laughs out loud himself as he pulls Thugg back up and slams his head down once more! Another and another…and the windshield is beginning to crack under the pressure of Thugg’s head! “My God! Alan Clark is trying to destroy that windshield…and Thugg’s face!” Riley yells as Alan slams Thugg’s head one last time off the glass, and the big man looks to be unconscious. “Thugg could be knocked out! Alan Clark should go for a cover here!” Comet exclaims, but Alan walks away, heading back toward the front of his bus and leaving Thugg behind. “He’s running away! HAHAHA!” Riley laughs again, but his laughter soon stops as the camera catches Alan reaching into his bus and pulling out a small metal can. Alan opens the can and begins to dump the contents of it out onto his guitar that still lays on the ground. “What is he doing?” Comet questions Alan’s actions, but Ordonez is the first to get it right, as his voice can be heard over the crowd… “IS THAT GASOLINE?!” “GASOLINE!!” Both announcers yell out as Alan simply looks up and smiles before pulling out a lighter from inside the bus door. Clark laughs once more and gets a small flame before tossing the lighter down onto the guitar, setting it on fire. “Alan Clark just set his guitar ON FIRE!” “We can see that, Robert! Now what’s he going to do!” Comet is even freaking out a little as Alan lifts the flaming guitar off the ground and holds it above his head, his twisted smirk seeming almost demonic in the firelight as he walks back toward Thugg, who is moving slightly, his hand rubbing his forehead. Alan sees that the big man has started to move and begins to run toward the car, swinging his fiery weapon down like a battle-ax in the night as he reaches the car…. *BOOOOOOOOOM* …HE MISSED!! “THANK GOD! THUGG MOVED!” Riley yells out in joy as Thugg is able to get out of the way just in time, causing the guitar to shatter against the glass, sending flaming debris in all directions. Clark instinctly throws what is left in his hand away, and security rushes in, trying to extinguish the flame as fast as possible, not knowing if any other explosive elements are in the area. “If Alan Clark would have hit that right there…we might have just entered an entirely new era…” “Yeah…of lawsuits and bankruptcy…what a psycho that Alan Clark is…trying to set another man on fire!” Riley seems shocked and appalled, but the distraction of the security is too much for Alan, and as he turns back toward Thugg he is caught, by the throat, once again! “UNTAMED!!!!” Both announcers scream as Alan tries to fight out of the choke, kicking his legs wildly, but before any of the kicks can connect he is lifted off the ground and into the air…. Thugg drops.….. …and Alan escapes AGAIN!! “HOUDINI DID IT AGAIN! IS HE GREASED OR SOMETHING?” “No Citizen Riley…just EXTREMELY …ewww… BLOODY!” Comet quips as Alan is able to grab the ladder to the roof on the back of his bus as he is in the air, barely pulling himself free as Thugg drops, his hand slipping away. Thugg’s eyes burn with anger as he turns back toward Clark, but the cruiserweight is ready, sending kicks into the big man’s face, causing even more pain after the vicious hammer shot from moments ago, coupled with all the other pain Thugg has taken thus far in the match. The kicks are enough to disorient the big man, causing him to turn away from the ladder, the pain proving to be a bigger distraction than anything else in Thugg’s brain at the moment. Alan seizes the moment and dives off the ladder… …And as he falls toward the car he catches Thugg by the back of his head, sending both men slamming into the car…the bulldog takedown taking a lot out of both of them, as Thugg’s face hits the glass and Alan holds his back from the unprotected landing. The camera catches Thugg as he rolls onto his back, his face looking as though it fell into a puddle of red paint, as it is completely covered by a crimson mask. “That’s it…That’s it!! He’s insane. Call the doctors…Alan Clark is a certified psycho. I don’t even think I can watch anymore of this.” Riley starts, but Comet seems trained on his monitor. “You can’t stop now…this is just awesome…” Comet is almost a fan himself as Alan slowly gets to his feet and climbs up onto the roof of the car. Clark looks down at Thugg and yells toward him… “REMEMBER THIS!” He screams, and with a loud unintelligible primal scream of rage, Alan leaps from the roof and looks to stomp both of his feet straight through Thugg’s skull… BUT HE MOVES~!! Thugg rolls out of the way of Alan’s feet in the nick of time, causing the smaller superstar’s body to buckle from the landing… *THUD* BOOOOOOOOO!! Alan is tripped backwards by Thugg, his head slamming against the roof of the car violently. The crowds boos return in full force and Thugg simply turns and smiles. “Alan Clark took a rough landing and that monster Thugg just pulled his legs right out from under him, causing him to just fall toward the roof! Did you see the way his head hit that metal, Robert?” “YES I DID!” Now Riley is fixated on his monitor as Thugg climbs up onto the hood of the car, his weight nearly denting it as he pulls Alan up and sends his fist into the cruiser’s gut. Thugg shoves Alan’s head down and between his legs, holding it there and looking out over the crowd once more and then back down at the prone Clark… “I’M GONNA WRECK… …YO…. …SHIT~!!” His scream sends chills through the crowd as Thugg pulls Alan’s feet off the hood of the car and flips him up and over… “Thugg is going to try and powerbomb Alan onto the roof! This could end Alan’s career! I CAN’T WATCH!” Comet hides his eyes as Alan tries valiantly to escape the hold, but the big man has nothing of it, just trying to hold him still… *THUUUUUUUUDDDDDDD* The shot echoes throughout the parking lot, and Comet can’t look… “BLOODMIST!” the scream comes from Bobby Riley and Comet opens his eyes to see Alan sitting on the roof of the car, Thugg’s body face-down between his legs. “What in Heaven’s name just happened, Robert?” Comet questions, and a replay shows Alan spray the bloodmist into Thugg’s eyes, causing the big man to be blinded and allowing Alan to get his legs free and pull down toward the roof of the car, bringing Thugg down with him and right into a facebuster that viciously dents the hood of the car. “I can’t believe I just saw that…I can NOT believe it…” Riley says over and over as Alan slowly gets back up to his feet and looks out over the parking lot crowd that is watching the two men. Alan looks between Ced, the camera, the crowd, and Thugg over and over…and finally pauses on Thugg before looking back at the camera, a bloody smirk showing through on his face. “I’m not sure I want to know what he is thinking, Robert…” Comet remarks as Alan uses the bit of strength remaining in his body to pull Thugg completely onto the roof of the car. Clark looks out toward the crowd and then points his finger out toward the roof of his bus, signaling for something as he walks toward the ladder and starts the climb up… “What did he just signal for…what was that?” Riley asks, but Comet knows exactly what is going to happen. “If he does what I think he is going to do…” Comet softly says as Clark gets to the top of the bus and looks down the 15 feet to Thugg’s prone body on the roof of the car. “What? WHAT IS HE GOING TO DO?” Riley screams for answers… “Citizens…if you have kids watching, you might want to turn their heads…” Comet remarks as Alan takes a few steps back and pauses momentarily before rushing toward the edge and leaping off…… *WHOOOOOOOOOOOOM* HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! “CANNNNNOOOOOONNNNNBALLLLLLL!!!” Both announcers and the crowd go completely nuclear as Alan rolls into a ball and crashes right through Thugg, causing the roof of the car to give and break down, the two men almost falling through to the inside. “I can’t believe I just saw that…” Riley repeats again as Ordonez notices the cover and counts… ONE…. TWO…… THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! *DING DING DING* The outside crowd is silent, as are Comet and Riley as Ordonez crawls up onto the wreckage and grabs Alan Clark’s bloody hand…raising it into the air, showing the world who won the fight. “ALAN CLARK WINS!” Comet breaks the silence as the arena and those outside begin to cheer and chant once more. Inside the wreck, neither man has moved since the roof gave way, and from behind the car comes a crew of EMTs as Funyon makes his announcement from inside the Staples Center… “Ladies and Gentlemen…the winner of the Street Fight…the SWF CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION… …ALANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN CLAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRKKK~!” Funyon shakes his head a bit as the scene heads back outside. As the medical personnel work on the two men, Comet and Riley’s voices return. “I still can’t believe I just saw that…” Riley says for the last time as the replay is shown over and over…the car breaking way as Alan hits it, the roof unnaturally caving down from the force of the fall. “Robert, and everyone watching around the world…I thought I had seen and been a part of everything until what I just witnessed here tonight. Alan Clark gave up over a foot in height and over 150 pounds in weight to Thugg…and he took a hellacious beating because of that…but after everything that monster put him through…he came back and won the match. No matter what he looks like right now…his name will go down in the books as the winner of Thugg’s final match in the SWF…unbelievable. Simply unbelievable.” Comet trails off as the EMTs pull Alan out of the wreck and onto a stretcher, his shirt and pants almost completely red from the last forty minutes of his life. As Alan is carted toward an ambulance, more workers pull Thugg’s body off the car and load his bloody body onto another stretcher, security surrounding it in quite the odd scene, almost as if Thugg is going to rise to his feet and run off down the street. “What the hell is security doing out there?!” “Security has arrived to escort Thugg to the hospital and out of the SWF forever! What an end for a man that could not have cared less if Alan Clark lived or died at his hands tonight, and look at him now! Laying on a stretcher, mangled beyond what any of us thought possible, and he is going for good!” Comet answers Riley’s question as the camera stays fixed on Thugg being loaded into another ambulance. As the doors of Thugg’s ambulance are slammed shut, a close-up shows a bloody smile burning into Alan’s face as he, too, is placed into a waiting ambulance. The last shot of Alan Clark before the doors close is his arm raising into the air in victory under it’s own power. 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the.weej 0 Report post Posted March 8, 2004 The Los Angeles Staples Center is still completely jammed to the rafters and red hot after all the matches so far on the Form The Fire Pay Per View. Signs and banners of all shapes and sizes can be seen around the crowd. The arena is littered with the left overs from the bouts of hardcore violence from earlier on as the camera pans around to the announce tables. Comet: Welcome back Citizens to SWF FROM THE FIRE! Already tonight we’ve seen Citizens Matthews and Insane face off over the ICTV Championship, The Tag Team Titles have been on the line, with Wild and Dangerous defending against members of The Unnamed, The House of Todd. Sacred defended his USJL title against The Coyote. Riley: Yes, yes Comet, these people have been watching the show, I’m sure of it. They don’t been a recap. Comet: But it’s good manners Robert. In a whole section of rather disturbing hardcore action, Ms. Onita took on Citizen Drazon in a Stairway to Hell match. Another Unnamed member, John Duran had to face of against Citizen or rather Citizens Terrence and Janus in a steel cage. I don’t think anyone was ready for what happened there Robert. The Black Angel defend his HGC Title against fellow English Toxxic in one very violent match up. And last but not least, Citizen Thugg took on Alan Clark in a street fight to try and settle the score between them. Riley: I’m surprised they let us stay on the air after all that blood. We’re going to have some many complaints about this Comet. Comet: And now Charlie Matthews has to wrestle for the second time tonight. Against The Maori Badass, the leader of The Unnamed, Va’aiga. Can he finally be the one to topple the monster and claim the SWF World Championship? Riley: Comet please, how can you say something like that. Do you have no professional integrity at all? Comet: People have said the same thing about your alimentary canal Robert. But before the epic battle for the SWF Title, Dace Night has a match against a mystery opponent. Things have been said, but no one knows who it well be. So we’re about to find out. Funyon: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest will be for one fall. Introducing firstly, from Birmingham England, weighing in at two hundred and fifty two pounds… the leader of the Unholy Trinity … DACE… “FUCKING!” Funyon: NIGHT! The crowd roars along with Funyon’s announcement as “Hero” kicks into life. As the music pounds out through the arena, showers of pyro light up the entrance ramp from bottom to tope, ending in a final blinding burst. Standing in the cloud of smoke, one arm extended into the air in the sign of the horns, is Dace Night. In an Unholy Trinity t shirt, Dace strides down the ramp, tagging hands with every single fan at ring side. Even stopping off to thank fans with Unholy Trinity signs or signs of his stable mates, Aecas and Janus. Climbing the steps into the ring, Dace throws his arms up the crowd, as the fans chant his name. “DACE! DACE! DACE!” Motioning to Funyon, Dace takes the house mic to address the crowd, looking down the entrance way as he does so. Scanning the crowd with his eyes before he speaks, Dace waits a second for the fans to quiet down before he beings. Dace: Come on then, show me who it is! I don’t know who it is. The net has been white hot over this one since it was announced and the best sources don’t know. Hell, I’m starting to wonder if the management even knows themselves. Is this a test, is it a surprise, is it some old time legend come back to glory. Or is it some great new signing from another fed. So everyone, let’s get this one rolling. Handing the mic back to Funyon, Dace starts to clap his hands together, motioning the fans to join in with him… Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap clap clap! Clapclapclapclapclap! Comet: Who will Citizen Night’s opponent be? What great hero, what wrestling legend, what SWF Hall of Famer, what former World Champion will it be…? And then the lights go out. There’s several long seconds pause as whispers are heard from all over then the music hits… … … … The roof leaves the Staples Center and breaks through several layers of the atmosphere before coming back down as “Jester’s Dance” kicks into life and the lights explode back to full brightness. Dace stares at the entrance way in shock, with tears forming in his eyes as the crowd is still in full cheer… Comet: IT’S DANNY WILLIAMS! OH MY EVER LOVING GOD IT’S DANNY WILLIAMS! Riley:…oh my god… Funyon: And introducing his opponent, Louisville, Kentucky, weighing in at two hundred and forty three pounds … DANNY WILLIAMS! “DAN-E! DAN-E! DAN-E! DAN-E! DAN-E! DAN-E! DAN-E! DAN-E! DAN-E!” Danny smiles at the thousands and thousands of chanting fans as he marches down the ramp. Slowly climbing onto the ring, waving on the cheering fans, Danny turns to face Dace Night. The teary eyed Dace rushes forwards and hugs his former mentor and leader. Comet: I don’t think anyone saw this coming. I don’t think anyone possibly could have! We all thought Citizen Williams was done with after his lost to Va’aiga at Cluster… fudge… when he took the Stinger. Riley: Why, why why? I thought I’d finally seen the last of this roid freak and then he bloody shows up now. It’s not fair damn it, it’s not fair! Comet: I can’t say anything about that Robert, but I can say that the buy rate for this event just tripled. It looks like this internet dream match of Dace Night against Danny Williams will finally be happening. Taking the house mic from Funyon, Danny turns first to the wild fans and then to his former pupil, Dace. Danny: It looks like your more than pleased to see me Dace. I’m glad everyone out there is just as glad to see me as well. I was worried about that for a moment. Now, I’m still not a man of many words, but I have this to say. I’m not returning for a start. This is a one shot deal… The rumble of disappoint echoes around the fans at this news as Dace looks slightly pained. Danny: .. Not after everything that has happened. However, I’m here for one reason and that’s you Dace. I know how much you’ve looked up to me and learned from me but you have to move on Dace. There’s only one way that’s going to happen and that’s by you taking me on, one on one. Right here and now. So this can be settled once and for all. You’ve got to keep fighting against people like Va’aiga, and this is going to make you see that you can. Dace: So it’s me and you Danny. One shot, one time only. Here and now, live on pay per view? If I can beat you man, I’ll be able to take anyone on. So let’s give these people here and everyone watching what they want to see. Let’s get it on! His eyes now dry and grinning from ear to ear, Dace nods at his former mentor as Danny throws the house mic out of the ring and nods back to Dace. The two men move to the middle of the ring as Nick Soapdish rolls in to referee. The crowd burst into huge pop and a thunderous wave of cheering for both men as they square up to each other. Comet: Here it finally is. Citizen Williams against Citizen Night. It’s one time only, so I hope all you loyal SWF fans are out there watching this one. Riley: Someone say sorry to the sponsors right now. I just know these to are going to go on for ages and these damn fans will love every minute of it. This had better bring the ratings. DING! DING! DING! Williams and Dace violently clash together in a collar elbow tie up, battling for control like their very lives depend on it. Swiftly gaining the advantage, Williams smoothly bends Dace’s arm back for the hammerlock. Ducking behind Danny, Dace fluidly reverses the hammerlock into one of his own! Not to be out done, Williams reaches behind Dace’s head, and leaps straight up into the air! Dropping back to the mat, Danny flips Dace over his shoulder with a beautiful jumping snapmare! In that instant, Williams cranks on a Buffalo Sleeper out of nowhere, sending Dace into a panic! Riley: This match may already be over! Comet: Brilliant counter wrestling from Danny Williams, reversing a simple hammerlock into a potential match ending hold! Luckily for Dace this is the start of the match, and he has energy to spare. In the blink of an eye, Dace makes his way to the ropes, forcing Danny to release his trademark submission finisher. Being a good sport, Williams dances back to the center of the ring, letting Dace climb to his feet unmolested. The crowd applauds Danny’s respectful display of sportsmanship. Comet: I don’t think there’s any doubt as to who the better wrestler of the two is, Citizen Williams has proven time and time again that he’s one of the best grapplers in the history of the SWF, while Dace is known more for his hardcore brawling. Riley: Williams may be technically proficient, but he isn’t afraid to mix up himself. Comet: Yes, that’s one of the reasons why Danny Williams is so dangerous. He can beat on the mat, he can beat you on your feet, and at times he can even beat you in the air. Dace and Williams resume their circling, suspiciously eying each other up, looking for some sort of opening. Inching towards each other, the former stablemates extend their hands and wiggle their fingers, searching for a knuckle lock. Cautiously, Williams and Dace link their fingers together. Suddenly, Williams elegantly spins forward like a ballerina, bending Dace’s arm back with a lighting quick top wristlock! Sweeping Dace’s legs out from underneath him, Williams moves behind him with blinding speed, trapping him a second Buffalo Sleeper! Comet: He’s got it on him again! Riley: Damn, he can lock that move on from anywhere. Just as before, Dace scoots his way to the ropes in a matter of seconds! Again, Williams jogs back, letting his former student catch another break. Appreciative of Williams’ honourable performance, the fans give a brief standing ovation. Dace other hand isn’t so happy, in fact he looks a little angry. Riley: It looks Dace is getting frustrated. Comet: Perhaps he feels that Citizen Williams constantly letting him up is an insult of some kind. Dusting himself off, Dace approaches Williams, who lunges forward for a grapple. Having other ideas, Dace boots Danny in the gut, stopping him in his tracks. Williams doubles over, but Dace steadies him back up, and pops him with an elbow! Absorbing the blow like a wet sponge, Williams growls as he returns fire with an elbow of his own! Dace’s knees buckle under the heavy blow, but instead of backing down, he cracks Williams’ with another elbow! Annoyed, Danny unloads a vicious 6 elbow combo to Dace’s jaw bone and temple! Badly hurt, Horrorcore rolls to the outside in hopes of regrouping. Riley: That’s what happens when you foolish try to trade elbows with Danny Williams. Knowing that Dace being on the outside plays right into Williams’ hands, the fans rise out of their chairs in anticipation. Calmly making his way over to the ropes, Danny grabs on tight, and springboards over! Clearing the ropes, Williams twists his body horizontally, and blasts Dace with a forearm on his way to the floor! Comet: ELBOW PESCADOOOOOOOO! The response to the dive is predictably loud, but Williams doesn’t have time to bask in the cheers of his fans. Dragging Dace up on the ring apron, Williams steps through the ropes, and pulls him up. Spinning Dace around with an elbow smash, Danny ducks his head under his arm, and hoists him over the ropes with a waistlock. Falling straight back, Williams brings Dace into the ring with a bone jarring Backdrop! Boom! Suspecting that he may have Dace in trouble, Williams goes for the cover. One! Dace kicks out with authority, letting Danny know that he’s got a long match ahead of him. Horrorcore tries to sit up, but this puts him in position for another Buffalo Sleeper attempt! Not letting himself get caught in the dangerous hold three times straight, Dace brings up his free arm, preventing Danny from locking his elbow around his throat! A terrible struggle ensues as both men begin pouring sweat, straining to over power each other. Riley: Danny Williams is really trying his damnedest to lock that Buffalo Sleeper on Dace. Comet: Citizen Williams has beaten a lot of people with that submission hold, but by now he must realize that it’s a little too early to be going for it so much. Getting nowhere, Williams gives up on the Buffalo Sleeper. However, this doesn’t mean he gives a Dace break. Releasing Dace’s arm, Danny wraps his powerful legs around his head, and drops back to the mat, trapping his former student in a suffocating Figure Four Sleeper. Riley: Like a veteran quarterback, Williams smartly calls an audible after reading Dace’s defense. Rocking back and forth, Dace frantically attempts to roll over on his stomach. Williams tries to hang on, but not even his most valiant effort can stop Dace from rolling him over. Pulling his head out from between Williams’ leg, Dace floats in front of his grounded foe, latching on a front facelock to a pretty decent pop! Comet: Nobody gets more out of the sprawling Front Facelock than Dace Night, in fact, he actually made the late great Ejiro Fasaki tap to it in a six man tag last year. Riley: When your as big and strong as that guy, even the simplest hold can become lethal. Panic stricken, Danny feverishly fights his way to his feet, where the Dace’s front facelock is far less dangerous. Wiggling his fingers underneath Dace’s arm, and gradually pushes it off his neck. Dace groans in agony as Williams slowly wrenches his arm into a painful wristlock. Stepping behind Dace, Danny grabs his other arm, pulling it back so that he now has his former student trapped in a Standing Surfboard. In true sadist fashion, Williams puts his boot in Dace’s back, making the hold that much more uncomfortable. The pain is so great that it brings Horrocore to his knees, prompting Soapdish to ask for a submission. Dace refuses, but that doesn’t stop Williams from cruelly pulling back on his arms, threatening to tear them from the sockets. A few of Dace’s loyal fans begin chanting his name, and lowly but surely the chant catches on. “DACE-NIGHT! DACE-NIGHT! DACE-NIGHT!” Feeding off the energy of the crowd, Dace laboriously fights his way up to his feet! Huffing and puffing his lips, Dace violently shakes as he attempts to dramatically reverse the Surfboard! The volume of the chant rises another notch as Dace exposes every muscle in his body, struggling to turn out of the hold. As they fight over the move, Williams and Dace breath so hard that their breath sounds like steam sporadically escaping from a busted pipe in a Freddy Kruger style Boiler Room! Comet: In was has become some sort of right of passage, Dace is attempting to do what TNT did last summer, and power out of a Danny Williams’ Surfboard! Both men are literally pouring sweat now, while the fans sit on the edge of their seats, mesmerized by this grueling battle of wills. As time passes it becomes more and more apparent that Williams is outmatched by his larger, stronger, former student! Despite Williams’ best effort, Dace gradually muscles his way behind him, smoothly reversing the Surfboard! Dace’s sweat splattered face becomes overwhelmed with joy, while crowd praises his monster effort. Exhausted and shamed, Williams drops his head, and heads for the ropes. Riley: Damn, Williams just isn’t even trying anymore. Last year, it took him about three more attempts before he could figure out he wasn’t going to reverse TNT’s Surfboard. Comet: Perhaps citizen Williams’ heart is no longer in the sport. Danny steps his foot over the bottom rope, and Soapdish orders the break. Releasing Williams’ from his clutches, Dace spins his victim around. Drawing back his hand, Dace slashes Danny’s wet chest with a couple of blistering knife edge chops! Smack! Smack! Smack! Taking Danny by the wrist, Dace shoots him off the ropes with an Iris whip! Taking position in the center of the ring, Horrorcore waits for Williams’ glorious return! Throwing a wrench in Dace’s plans, Williams leaps up on the second rope with cat like agility, and springboards back! CRACK! Williams crashes into Dace with a Jumping Elbow Smash, knocking the big man off his feet! Knocking his long, sweaty bangs out of his eyes, Williams crawls on top of his laid out opponent for the pin. One! Tw-No! Once more, Dace kicks out with little trouble! Riley: Still not even a two count, Dace Night can really take an ass kicking. Grabbing one of Dace’s thick legs, Williams tucks his boot under his armpit, but when he tires to turn him over for the half crab, Horrorcore resists. Worming his way to the salvation, Dace reaches up, and grabs the ropes! A tad bit frustrated, Williams disrespects Dace by ruthlessly punting him in his lower back! The fans can only gasp as the sound of leather against flesh echoes throughout the arena with a sickening smack. The shockwave of pain sets fire under Dace’s ass, prompting him to rise to his feet with a snarl! Not impressed by Dace’s manly display of fighting spirit, Williams drives him back into the ropes with a couple of elbows, and sends him for the ride! However, Dace stubbornly hangs on to Williams’ wrist, dominantly reversing the whip! Bouncing off the ropes, Williams straight into a ring shaking Spine Buster! BOOM! Leaning over the tips of his fingers, Dace holds Williams down for the pin. One! Williams surprisingly escapes with an early kick out, but Dace quickly rolls him over into a front facelock! It doesn’t feel to good to have blood forcefully squeezed from your brain, so Williams starts pounding his fists into the mat while screaming his head off. Comet: It looks like Dace may have finally got that facelock locked on! Not letting Dace crush his head, Williams shows some skills by rotating out from underneath him, revering the facelock to a grounded hammerlock. Mounting Dace’s back, Williams releases the hammerlock in favor of a facelock. With unnatural smoothness, Williams twists Dace around in a seated position, trapping him in the dreaded Step Over Facelock! Dace begins shouting out in pain, creating a sense of urgency that the crowd picks up on. Comet: The Step Over Facelock is a former finisher of Danny Williams, which he used to earn a rare submission victory over the legendary Frost. Riley: Damn Comet, your just a walking encyclopedia today. Reaching behind his head, Dace frees himself with a modified snapmare that leaves Williams helplessly seated in front of him. Not letting this opportunity slip through his fingers, Dace applies a tight rear chinlock to his vulnerable victim. As he cuts off the blood flow to Williams’ brain, Horrorcore wiggles his nose around, getting the feeling back in his crushed face. In dazzling fashion, Williams bridges up to his feet to a nice round of applause. From the vertical base, Williams plunges a couple elbows into Dace’s abdomen, softening him up for an escape attempt. Twisting around beside Dace, Danny wraps his arms around his hips, and hoists him up on his shoulder! Comet: Citizen Williams, looking to escape the chinlock with a Backdrop! But as Williams drops back to execute the Suplex, Dace shifts his weight on top of him, crushing him with a lateral press! One! Danny pushes Dace off of flattened body, only to get captured in another front facelock! Now dripping sweat, Dace breaths hard as he grinds Danny’s neck with the wear down hold. Refusing to lay down and do nothing, Williams fights to his feet, and plots his next move. Squeezing with all his might, Dace continues to twist away at Williams’ neck. Suavely lacing his leg around Dace’s, Williams rolls back to the mat, cradling his former student! One! Dace kicks out in a flash, and rushes to his feet! Getting the drop on Williams, Dace grabs another front facelock, while he’s still on his knees. Riley: Dace is showing a lot of hustle tonight, beating Williams to every lose ball if you will. Comet: Sometimes if there’s a huge skill gap between two competitors, the weaker of the two can still sustain an advantage if he out works his opponent. Gruelingly pushing his way to his feet, Danny scoops Dace up with a stunning show of raw power! Boom! Williams throws Dace off his neck with a ring shaking Body Slam. Bringing his hand to the side of his head, Williams winces in agony, obviously suffering from the after effects of Dace’s air tight facelock. Riley: It would seem that all those facelocks are taking a toll on Williams’ health. Suddenly, Dace jumps to his feet, and attacks! Catching Williams off guard with a series of forearms, Dace pulls him back down into another front facelock. In an added twist, Dace tosses Williams’ arm over his shoulder, and grabs a handful of tights. Before Williams knows what hit him, Dace hoists up in the air, and snaps back to the mat! CRUNCH! Williams hits the canvas at an extremely high angle, grotesquely bouncing off the top of his head! Comet: BRAINBUSTAAAAAAH!!! Riley: That can’t be good for Williams’ migraine! Screaming like a mad man, Williams sits up, while tightly clutching his aching head! Dace pushes him right back down, and turns him over into another facelock! The crowd starts to heat up as Williams begins violently thrashing his legs about, behaving as if he can’t bear to stay in the hold another second! Adding extra torque, Dace starts to kicks his legs in the air like he’s trying to do a hand stand! Hopelessly trying to keep himself awake, Williams resorts to smacking his head with his open palm over and over again. Comet: You know I think we may see a submission here, citizen Williams looks ready to tap! For every time Dace throws his legs out, Williams grows weaker and weaker, until he finally quits moving. Feeling the life drain from victim, Dace releases the facelock, and rolls him over the pin. Riley: DANNY’S OUT, DACE MAY HAVE JUST WON THE MATCH! One! Two! Williams wearily kicks out to a nice pop! Dace Night shoots a bewildered look at Soapdish, while Williams bails to the outside, and drunkenly wobbles into the guardrail for support. Riley: Dace stupidly released the facelock too soon, given Williams the opportunity to slip to the outside and lick his wounds. Staying hot on Williams’ trail, Dace follows him to the outside, and starts laying some nasty chops into him! For each chop that connects, a gallon of perspiration flies into the laps of the repulsed front roll fans! Smack! Smack! Smack! The giant chops leave Williams teetering, allowing Dace to grab him by the wrist, and whip him towards the guardrail with ease! In a surprising turn of events, Danny reverses the Irish whip, sending Dace on a one way collision with the guardrail! CLANK! Shockingly, Dace rebounds off the steel barrier, dropping Williams with a bruising Shoulderblock! Grabbing his aching back, Dace slides into the ring, leaving Williams laid out on the floor. Comet: What an amazing display of determination from citizen Dace Night, no matter what Williams throws at him, he just keeps coming! Fighting through an ungodly headache, Williams dusts himself off, and steps up on the ring apron. Before Danny can climb into the ring, Dace begins pounding his head with forearms, stopping him dead in his track. Ducking his head under Williams’ arm, Dace links his hands around his back, and hoists him over the top rope! Riley: That was creative! Comet: Never have I’ve seen anybody bring somebody into the ring with a Northern Lights Suplex! Bridging back, Dace slams Williams unceremoniously into the mat for the pin! One! Two! Williams slams his fist into Dace’s out stretched abdomen, breaking up the pin attempt. Getting warm, the crowd responds to the two count with a luke warm reception. Rubbing his stomach, Dace climbs to his feet with a grunt. Deciding that it’s time to end Danny’s night, Dace jerks his former mentor up, and pins his arms back in a double underhook! Knowing what this means, the crowd comes to life with screams and howls! Comet: HE’S GOING FOR THE DEFENESTRATION Danny may have the wind knocked out of him, but he isn’t gonna let Dace DDT him this early. Dropping to his knees, Williams sand bags, making it impossible for Dace to plant his skull into the mat. In that instant, Dace releases Williams’ arms, and drops his thick heavy leg across the back of his neck. Snatching Williams back up, Dace immediately positions him for a Vertical Suplex! Riley: Maybe Dace will have better luck hitting another Brainbuster. Showing off his superhuman strength, Dace pulleys Williams up over his head! Comet: He’s got him up! Using petroleum gelly like slickness, Williams slips out of Dace’s clutches, landing gently on his feet behind him! Like a wild beast, Williams leaps up on Dace’s back, dragging him down to the canvas with the always over Doushime Sleeper! Dace wildly swings his arms about, searching for escape! Very much aware of the threatening nature of this move, the crowd begins popping like mad! Comet: Dace made a crucial error in recycling his move set, giving Williams the opening he needs to even the playing field! Ignoring his own pain, Williams concentrates his efforts into cutting off the air supply to Dace’s brain! Turning purple, Dace coughs and gags as he struggles to roll to the ropes with Williams riding on his back like a small child. After what seems like hours, Dace completes his gruelling journey to the ropes! Not ready to release his prey, Williams clings to Dace anyway, ignoring Soapdish’s pleas for a clean break. “Boooooooooooooooooooo!” Infuriated by this disrespect for the rules, Soapdish starts counting down. Making the most of this situation, Williams hangs on to the very last second, in raging the once neutral crowd. Comet: Citizen Williams is beginning to show some signs of desperation. Riley: About time he started using his head, and got the full potential out of those submission moves. Acting like he’s going to puke, Dace coughs so hard you can actually hear his voice turning hoarse. Pulling his drowsy foe to his feet, Williams jabs him with a couple of forearms. Though he’s woozy, Dace manages to fight back with an elbow of his own. Crying out in pain, Williams grabs his head, while awkwardly stumbling backwards. Comet: Citizen Williams isn’t any condition to be trading shots to the head right now. Wiping sleep out of his eyes, Dace comes off the ropes, loosely swinging at Williams’ head! Danny ducks the weak strike, and Dace spins wildly of control, allowing the former Trinity Leader to wrap him up in another Sleeperhold! Already weak and weary, Dace’s legs give out, causing him to flop comically on his ass. This plays right into Danny’s hands, who without hesitation locks on the feared Buffalo Sleeper! And just like that, the fans are out of their chairs and making some noise! Experiencing extreme discomfort, Dace violently stomps his feet into the mat as he fights for every breath he gets! Comet: FINALLY, WILLIAMS HAS HIS FAVORITE SUBMISSION HOLD LOCKED ON TIGHT! Riley: There in the center of the ring too! I tell you what Comet, I wouldn’t surprised if Dace tapped out here. Battling with every ounce of strength in his body, Dace ever so slowly.......inches.................himself......................towards........ ....................the ropes. Salvation is within Dace’s reach, all he has to do is grab it! Dace extends his hand, his fingers grace the ropes, but what’s this, he’s moving backwards! Thinks to a handful of tights, Williams yanks Dace away from the ropes, dragging him back to his personal torture chamber that is the center of the ring! The crowd noise is deafening as Williams cold heartedly reapplies the hold! Riley: Dace is screwed! Comet: What a return to form this is! After taking a huge lay off, Williams could very well convincingly defeat his successor right here, right now! Williams screams as he viciously twists Dace’s head and torso from side to side, ripping the life from his very body! No longer strongly reaching for the ropes, Dace’s free arm is now limply waving about in the breeze. Sensing that he end is near, Williams releases the lifeless body of his former student, and drops down on top of him for the pin. Riley: THIS HAS TO BE IT! Now steaming hot, the fans loudly count along with Soapdish! “One!” “Two!” ................. “Th-Ooooooooooh!” sighs the shocked crowd as Dace comes back to life with a kick out! Comet: Hmmmm, this is starting to get interesting. Riley: Danny has the skills, even after the lay off, but Dace has the power and the toughness. With his head slowly clearing out and his former pupils fogging up, Danny takes the chance to go in for the kill, trying to take away Dace’s toughness while he’s still down. Slapping a kick forearm into Night’s head as he rises up, Williams spins him around into a rear waistlock. Planting his feet wide apart, Danny tries to lunch Horrorcore into the air with dangerous german suplex. Only sheer power advantage lets Dace break the rear waistlock and slide in behind Danny in his own waistlock. Keeping his head low to avoid any wild back elbows, Dace tightens his grip as much as he can while the air returns to his brain. Comet: Citizen Night escapes the dangerous german. In his condition that match could have been over with that move. But Citizen Williams is already dragging himself towards the ropes. Riley: Dace is too out of it to act on his counter. He’s going to find himself right back at square one very fast. Straining forward, Danny clutches for the ropes before Dace’s dead weight turns into someone trying to german suplex him across the ring. The pop the crowd as Danny wraps his hand around the top rope thrusts Dace back into action. Half mechanically, Horrorcore swings his arm around and clubs his former mentor in the back of the head with an enzui-lariat. Clamping on the rear waistlock again, Dace drives himself on with the yelling of the fans. Taking Danny overhead and dropping him shoulders first into mat, Dace score a sloppy but bodyshacking backdrop. A cheer rumbles across the crowd as Night staggers to his feet, clutching at the ropes for support. Comet: These two are nailing each other as hard as they can and their really doing damage. But they both have so much spirit you have to wonder what level they’re take it to before one of them runs out of gas. Riley: As much as I enjoy this for these two beating on each other, it’s so tense. I’m actually enjoying this and I don’t feel that dirty admitting it. Comet: If only you could admit a few other things as well Robert. The fog of war slowly rolls back from Dace’s vision, allowing him a clean shot at Danny’s midsection as he drives his boot into the rising Danny. Hauling Danny into a standing headscissors, Dace locks his arms and hauls up Danny’s weight before he can resist. Not even waiting for a momentum to hold his victim upside down, Dace sits straight down into a piledriver, compressing Williams’ spine with the move. The crowd starts to heat up again as the impacts are getting bigger and bigger. Unceremoniously tossing Danny onto his back, Dace slams his body weight down into a cover, not taking the time to cradle a leg. Soapdish slides in to count the fall… One! Two! Danny sends his left shoulder shooting up into the air, showing it will take more than that to put him down. With anger and determination now burning strong inside of him, Dace snaps back to his feet, carrying his former leader up with him. A knee to the gut stings Danny enough to double him over again as Dace roughly forces him into a standing headscissors again. Intertwining his fingers as he clamps onto Danny’s body, Night jerks his arms up and backwards, sitting down just a moment latter, drilling Williams with a second piledriver. The fans start to chant for Dace as the cheer the impact. Soapdish dives back to the mat as Dace rolls Williams onto his back for another pinfall. One! Two! Williams rolls his shoulder up at two, but with far less force this time. Dace shoots up to his feet and has Danny back in a standing headscissors before Soapdish is even back on his feet. Lifting Danny into the air for a third time, Dace causes a building roar from the crowd as he holds Danny there, letting the bloody flow to his feet. Timing it just right, Night sits out with a third piledriver that jars every single bit of Williams’ spine and draws a huge pop from the crowd. Comet: Dace with a third piledriver in a row. He’s hitting Danny fast and sloppy, trying to make a gap then break it wide open all in one swoop. Positioning himself in a textbook cover this time, Dace cradles up Danny’s far leg and leans all his weight onto Danny’s upper body, trapping his former leader on the mat. Soapdish starts a count as the fan yell along with it. “One!” “Two!” “Oooooohhhh! DAN-E! DAN-E! DAN-E!” This time Danny barely lifts his shoulder up from the mat, as Soapdish’s hand is on it’s way down for the third time. As the former student and follower sits back, a look of frustration setting in across his face, Danny Williams uses what energy he has left to franticly roll and scramble across the ring. Shoving himself under the bottom rope and to the floor, Danny bails out yet again, trying to get his head straight after three spine jarring piledrivers. Shrugging his shoulders at Danny’s roll to the outside, Dace clenches his fist, his knuckles turning white. Comet: Citizen Williams bails to the outside once again after a beating from Dace. I think that’s going to cost Dace if he doesn’t start breaking away after getting beaten down. Danny is trying to recover, Dace is just restarting a wave of attack every time he gets his set back. Riley: But can Danny makes it go the distance and outlast Dace before Dace just crushes him like a tidal wave? And what’s Dace going for now!? Racing across the ring like a charging bull, Dace lets out a yell as the fans explode into a pop. Diving through the ropes, Dace flies through the air, heading straight for Danny as he stands up on the outside… CLLAANNKK! Oooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Comet: DANNY MOVED! Dace just throw himself head first into the railings with an elbow sucidia that missed! Riley: We’ve seen Dace use that page from Danny Williams playbook before. But it didn’t off against his former mentor. That will have been a real big mistake form Dace to make. Robotically forcing himself back in the ring, Danny lays on the mat for a moment before rolling back out to the floor. Dace is still laying in a heap on the matting, clutching his head with both hands and kicking his head like a whimpering child that just fell of the jungle gym. Slamming the flat of his foot into the side of Night’s head, Danny doesn’t waste the opening to try and wear Dace down while he still can. A second kick brings a sympathetic cry from the fans. Shoving Dace back into the ring like he’s throwing out an old chair, Danny climbs back in after his pupil. The fans explode with another big pop as Danny just scoops Dace up and slams three brutal elbows into the side of his face. Collapsing under the white hot numbing pain, Dace sprawls out on the mat like a broke ragdoll. Comet: Citizen Williams just destroyed what was left of Dace’s head with those elbows. Dace looks like he needs a splint just to lay down! Riley: All those well placed elbows are adding up. It doesn’t help that Danny is the master of that move and he’s using them to hurt Dace all the more. Dragging Dace’s legs over his head, Williams locks fingers with Dace, forcing all his weight down in a knuckle lock along with the leg bridge. The crowd is red hot as it pops for the start of the pinfall… One! Two! Launching his shoulder off the mat like breaking elastic bands, Dace throws Danny completely clear as he kicks out with a huge burst of energy… “DACE! DACE! DACE!” …The crowd breaks into a huge chant as Dace breaks out of the cover with a burst of energy. Frustration sets in on Danny Williams as well, as his former pupil refuses to stay down. Slapping his elbowing arm and letting the fans turn the sound into a thunder like rumble, Danny peels the struggle Dace off the match and launches him into the turnbuckles. Slamming on the breaks with his adrenalin rush, Dace twists around on his heels and launches Williams into the turnbuckles instead. Going for a one two combo, Dace charges straight in behind his former teacher, only to meet a back elbow to the jaw that brings another pop from the crowd. Stumbling backwards, Dace feels the rush fading and the throbbing in his head returning once again. Comet: Looks like all those well placed elbows are adding up and eating away at Citizen Night’s drive. Danny might just end up pulling the rug out from under him. Frantically shaking his head from side to side, Dace rushes back it, slamming straight into a second back elbow to the face but he goes through it like a huge wave over a sea barrier and flattens Danny into the turnbuckles with a lariat. As an added measure, Dace jabs his left forearm into the side of Danny’s head before wrapping him up in a front facelock. Scooping Danny up, Night takes him off his feet and dumps him down like a heavy bag on the top turnbuckle. Gasping as the effort of the match starts to catch up with him, Dace slowly climbs the ropes. Crack! Crack! Crack! Desperation proves to be the best fuel for Danny Williams, as he fights to keep himself from taking a trip from the top rope to the mat. Slapping his open palm into Horrorcore’s face, Danny knocks his former pupil from the ropes and sends him sprawling to the mat. Gripping the ropes for support, his world still rocked from the piledrivers, Danny has to waste needed moments sucking down are. Already starting to scramble back to his feet, Dace sees Danny dazed and unmoving on the top rope. Charging forwards, Night races in to try and catch him former leader off guard and win the match. But instead ends up flat on his back as an elbow explodes against the side of his jaw from Danny’s dive. Comet: DIVING ELBOW! Citizen Williams just stopped the Night express cold! Riley: And that’s another huge elbow impact that keeps taking Dace down. He’s going to have to learn or they’ll be the end of him! Dace can only lay back on the mat and look up at the stars that slowly circle around his head and listen to the ringing sounds inside his skulls. Further panicked desperation to put Dace down while he still has a chance fuels Danny onwards. Along with the sound of Soapdish above him, counting both of them down. Pressing himself up, Williams hears the pop of the fans turn into a thunderous round of stomps and clapping as he rises up to his feet. Grabbing Dace by his short spiky hair, Danny drags him up into a sitting position and start to unload a brutal round of punt kicks into Night’s spine. Using the position to suck air as he goes, Danny continues to slam his foot into Dace’s back, as the crowd lets out an gasp at each blow. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
the.weej 0 Report post Posted March 8, 2004 Comet: You can hear those kicks echoing all around the arena. Danny is trying to make all this damage add up while it counts. But even with the pain shooting through his body, Dace slowly twists around, wrenching Danny’s grip from his hair and making the up hill struggle to his feet. Shoving Williams backwards with a surge of strength, Dace tries to force the pain out of his body with a roar. The sound is cut short and then drowned out up the pop from the fans as Danny leaps forwards, wrapping his arm around Night’s neck and takes him down to the mat with a neckbraeker drop. Twisting his body over in a flash, Danny turns his position into a cover on Dace. One! Two! Dace rolls his shoulders off the mat, breaking free of the cover, still not staying down for anything Danny can throw. Already desperately trying to follow up his attack, Williams clasps his arms around Dace’s mid section and wrenches him upwards. Digging his shoulder into his ex-pupil’s back, Danny digs his feet into the mat as he hauls Dace up into the air and dumps his shoulders into the mat, balancing his weight into bridge. The fans burst into yet another round of red hot cheers as Soapdish scrambles in to count the fall. One! Two! Comet: Bridging backdrop suplex! But Citizen Night doesn’t stay down. Danny really is trying every plan he can think of to capitalise on the damage he does to Dace. Riley: How much longer can Dace keep pulling it back from the brink before all these attacks catch up with him? Once again Dace as rolls his shoulder as the fans let out a mixed gasp of disappointment and relief. Reaching down, Danny tries to force Dace forwards into a standing headscissoers, but Dace has other ideas. Slapping his former teacher’s hands away, Horrorcore unloads three stiff forearm shots into his face before unloading three knee strikes into his ribs. Doubling Williams over, Dace starts driving his knee into Danny’s face like a piston, snapping his head back over and over. Snaking his arms out, Danny grabs hold of Dace’s leg as it shoot up once more, stopping it dead. Rearing back up to his full height, the move takes Dace by surprises as Danny lands a brutal forearm shot to his face. The fans erupt into a wave of cheers as Dace staggers backwards. Comet: Citizen Dace is trying to simply out power Danny with his blows but he can’t get enough force behind them to make it work! Riley: It’s all catching up with Dace now and as long as it doesn’t catch up with Danny too soon he’s got this one in the bag! Swinging all his weight forwards, Danny unleashes what could be a match ending elbow, only for it to thud into Night’s raised forearms. Thrashing out in anger, Danny jams a boot into Dace’s gut then drills the point of his elbow into the back of Dace’s neck. Toppling forwards like mortally wounded man, Dace grasps at Danny’s tights, vainly trying to hold himself up against the pull of pain. Bringing his forearm down like a club, Danny hammers it across the back of his former follower, trying to break the last of his resistance. Raining down blow after blow, Danny watches as Dace sinks further and further down, his grip slowly weakening and fading. The Staples Center gets in behind the current leader of the Unholy Trinity with a huge chant. “LET’S GO DACE! LET’S GO DACE! LET’S GO DACE!” Roughly ducking Night’s head between his legs, Danny Williams closes his arms and looks to end it all with one big and well practiced powerbomb. Half trying to save himself, half collapsing, Dace falls to one knee, his breath sort and ragged, his body red all over from the efforts and attacks of the match. Gritting his teeth, Danny leans back, hauling Dace to his feet like a lump of rock and slams a knee into Dace’s rib section, forcing even more out of his lungs. Straining back, Williams tries to drag up two hundred and fifty pounds of dead weight for the death blow. With only his fighting spirit and the roar of the fans keeping him even awake, Dace falls to both knees, with all his body feeling like lead. Grunting his disgust, Danny steps again from the standing headscissors. Stepping over Dace’s back, he lunges downwards, cracking his forearm off the back of Dace’s skull and sending him face first into the mat. Slamming home another blow to be sure, Danny strains with the effort at rolling Dace over before dropping down into a pin. The fans break into a chant along count as Soapdish’s hand hits the mat. “One!” “Two!” “T-Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Comet: Citizen Night escapes the powerbomb, just. And he’s still kicking out form whatever Danny hits him with. Riley: But he can only keep kicking out for so long. Danny’s sitting in control right now. He’s working slow, getting all the rest he can. Even if Dace does manage to fight back, he’s got his work cut out for him to even things up. With Dace weakly holding his throbbing head, Danny pushes himself back to his feet like terminator. Standing over his fallen successor, Williams raises himself up on tip topes, ready to drop a knee onto his head like the final curtain call on life. Suddenly the fans burst back into a red hot pop as Dace makes an almost final lunge across the mat. Tackling Danny’s legs out from under him, Horrorcore claws his way into a top mount, giving himself the room to fire off a comeback attack. But the crowd turns white hot as Dace’s head snaps back from a bone jarring elbow smash before he can even fire off one shot. Digging his heels into the mat, Danny rolls his weight and flips the mount over, dropping his weight across the lifeless Dace Night. Comet: DOUBLE LEG! NO ELBOW SMASH! Dace tries to fight back but gets cut off at the starting block! Riley: Once again those elbows are taking Dace apart piece by piece! The roaring pop simmers down into a long say as Soapdish doesn’t start the count, pointing out Dace’s leg draped across the bottom rope. Slamming his fists into the mat in rage it is careless mistake, Danny uses the ropes to stand up before bending down to haul Dace to his feet. His back starting to crack at the constant effort of lifting two hundred and fifty pounds, Williams starts to feel the leaden feeling setting into his body as well. With his eyes barely open and the side of his face swelling up from all the elbows, Dace hardly feels his body being dragging back to it’s feet. Launching his arm out without much hope of connecting, Dace stumbles forwards as a desperation elbow sails through the air and connects with Danny’s chin. Both men topple down to the mat as the pop from the crowd reaches new highs. Comet: Dace saves his skin with a desperate elbow smash! Danny had him finished for sure then! Riley: Talk about irony. All those elbows almost being the end of Dace and now he uses one to try and turn the tide! “DAN-E! DAN-E! DAN-E! DACE! DACE! DACE!” The red hot crowd just gets hotter and hotter as they chant on for both men, now laying out flat on the mat. Soapdish stands over both of then, slowly starting to count both of them down. The chants only get louder and louder as the count gets higher and higher. Dace flinches first, his body seeming to spasm as he gets to his knees like an old man. Williams is following right behind him, he’s head still spinning from the blow, but he’s not as worn down. Digging down into depths needed to last through ultraviolent death matches, Dace crawls at the air, forcing himself to stand up. Just as the count is about to run out, both men stumble onto their feet, clearly the walking wounded. Another pop echoes around the arena as both men are back on their feet and ready to continue. Comet: These two Citizens have such heart and spirit. You have to wonder if they’re even close to ending this battle yet? Riley: As much as I hate to say it, when it’s a battle between people as connected as Dace Night and Danny Williams, it’s going to take every damn big bomb in the book and then some to end it all. Rage at the match slipping away from him and from not fitting back from all the attacks, pushes Dace on, pushing his limits to where they have to go. Staggering forwards, Dace swings his arm back like a machine and hammers his elbow into Danny’s face. Thankful he even managed to land the blow, Dace twists back and unloads another elbow, and another, jabbing them into Danny’s face and rattling his skull. Forcing the former Unholy Trinity leader backwards with every blow, Horrorcore uses one left elbow to spin Danny on his heels. Leaping forwards like a wild animal on a feast, Night clamps on a rear waistlock and arches his back as fast as he can. Almost spiking Williams into the mat with a german suplex, Dace struggles to keep himself bridged over for the pinfall. The fans burst into a count as Soapdish goes down.. “One!” “Two! Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnoooooooooooooooo!” Comet: German Suplex … THE BRIDGE COLLAPSES! Dace dumps Danny with a nasty german suplex but he doesn’t have it in him to hold onto the bridge! Riley: That could be a match decider right there. If Dace can even make the covers of his big moves, he can’t win. Furry and frustration start to boil over in Dace, as he pounds the mat, all most yelling in rage. Slowly uncoiling back to his feet, like a wounded animal, Night looks down at the crumpled mass of Danny Williams. But even as Dace tries to regain his composure, Danny is reaching for the ropes and forcing himself back into the fight, like a proud warrior. Setting in and battling to keep the advantage he almost threw away, Dace clamps Danny in a standing headscissors and slips on a double underhook. Flipping his former leader up into the air, the Trinity lead sends him crashing back into the mat with a release tiger driver. Rather than diving straight in for the cover, Dace forces himself to be cool and drags Danny away from the safety of the ropes instead. “DAN-E! DAN-E! DAN-E!” The chant rolls across the arena from all the fans, the crowd starting to go from red hot to white hot. Folding Danny’s legs over head and pinning his arms down with a knuckle lock, Dace makes a complete and compact cover, hoping to pin down his former mentor once and for all. Soapdish hits the mat in the flash and starts a count, even as the fans still chant for Danny. One! Two! Th… Danny gets his shoulders up and the crowd breaks into a furious cheer. Dace stumbles back in shock before roaring back in sheer furry, kicking Danny right in the face and diving back across him for another cover.. One! Two! Comet: Citizen Williams kicks out again! Citizen Night is really starting to unload here but it dose look like he’s got what it takes to finish Danny off! As Danny tries to struggle away, Dace grabs him by the back of the an almost breaks his face wide open with an elbow smash before shoving him back down for yet another cover… One! Two! Comet: Another Kickout! Riley: I knew he couldn’t do it. Dace has had too much taken out of him. He’s tying to beat Danny down, he needs to break out the big guns. Jerking up to his feet, Dace hauls Danny up by his hair, like a bully dragging up a nerd. With one hand gripped around Williams’ throat, Dace grabs his leg and bending his knees, strains back. Picking up all of Danny Williams’ weight and taking his high overhead, Dace holds him up in a press slam position. Silence rolls across the crowd as Dace lets out a huge roar as he throws his arms out, letting Danny drop onto his shoulders like a bag of flour. Quickly grabbing Danny’s head and legs, Dace throws him over to the side almost as soon as Danny hits his shoulders, drilling him into the mat with a huge reverse DVD that rocks the ring and sends the crowd into a massive, boiling group of cheers and shouts. Comet: REVERSE DVD FROM A PRESS SLAM! Dace just ended it right there! Riley: He hopes he has anyway. If he hasn’t, he better dig down and pull something special out to win this one. Almost stumbling, Dace leans on his knee, sucking in air, trying to shake out the last of the ringing from his ears. Down on the mat, Danny twitches, barely, as his spine creaking and groans at every little movement after such impact onto the mat. Danny opens his eyes and stares up at the lights, now seeing stars spinning around his head, wondering why he can’t hear the sounds of Soapdish’s hand hitting the mat. Slapping his leg, Dace points at Danny as he kicks his feet into the mat, setting the crowd into an ever louder rumble as he struggles to stand up right. Riley: Dace isn’t going in for the kill and that’s going to cost him! Comet: I think Citizen Night knows that he needs take in the gas just incase it takes one final run. Other wise if he falls at the last hurdle, Danny is going to take him down and beat him. Wiping the sweet from his eyes, Dace lets his face return to it’s cold set focus as he backs up along the ring, keeping his eyes focuses on his target of Danny Williams. Danny peels his aching body from the mat and starts to stagger back to his feet as Dace’s roar breaks across the ring. Charging in like a man possessed, Night throws out his leg and drills his extended foot into Danny’s head like a wrecking ball into a building. Comet: YAKUZA KICK! Citizen Night is looking to win this match with his own big strike! Riley: Now those are the big guns I was talking about! Stopping for a moment like a car that’s just run out of gas, Dace sucks in a huge lungful of air before reaching over and dragging Danny up like he was a big sack of bricks. Linking his arms under Williams’ shoulders in a double underhook. Snapping his body backwards into the mat like he’s just been shot, Dace drags Danny down with him, right onto his head. The crowd explodes at the impact as Danny rolls off his head and slumps to the mat in a comatose like state as Horrorcore rolls on top of him. The fans burst into a huge chant along with the pinfall… “ONE!” “TWO!” ……… “TH-ooooooohhhhhhhhh!” Just rolling his shoulder as Soapdish’ hand comes down for the third time, Danny escapes the pinfall after a big but not full powered assault from his former pupil as the fans boil over into another huge roar. Comet: DEFENESTRATION! Dace just nailed Citizen Williams with one of his biggest weapons but he couldn’t get enough behind it to get the job done and Danny just rolls the shoulder up. Riley: You’ve got to be thinking right now, if Dace could have hit that move full power, would it have been enough. But it looks like it’s going to take one hundred percent to take Danny down tonight! Ignoring the ache and pain building up inside his body, Dace manages to half cruel to his feet, trying to mask the look on his face that he failed to keep Danny down yet again. Backing up into the ring ropes once more, he clutches onto them for support, trying to take any break he can. His mind still foggy from the big double arm DDT, Danny sits up half dazed, looking around as he stands up, hearing another battle roar from the charging Dace. The impulse doesn’t have time to reach his brain as he ducks in sheer well train instinct. Spinning around and launching off the momentum, Danny sends a huge rolling elbow sailing home into Dace’s jaw, smashing him down the mat. Crraacck! Comet: ROLLING ELBOW TO CITIZEN NIGHT! Danny ducked the second Yakuza Kick and just taught Dace a lesson in gut reactions! Using the valuable moments to clutch his groggy head, Williams tries to quell the burning fires of pain. Thumping the mat to try and turn his frustrations into rage and dull his own pain, Dace slowly drags himself up like walking wounded in a war. Swirling around, Dace tries to beat Danny to the punch, but Williams is a set ahead of him, jabbing one elbow then a second into Night’s face, dropping him back to the mat from the force. Riley: Did someone stuff an energizer bunny in these two? Of all the things they’d done to each other and they’re still getting back up and fighting. They’re slowing down, but how long is it going to take to actually have one of them stop? Flopping over onto his front like a fish out of water, Dace hardly knows where he is as Danny stands over hooking his legs under Dace’s arm pits. In a rare show of flashy mat work, Williams twists around, leaning forwards which rolls Dace on top his shoulders. Bridging backwards, Danny traps Dace in a classic Japanese leg clutch pin for a surprise cover as another round of cheers breaks out. “ONE!” “TWO!” ……… “THR-oooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” But Dace mirrors Danny for just a minute before an rolls his shoulder up from the mat and escapes the cover as the crowd continues to simmer in sheer excitement. Comet: Citizen Williams with a beautiful Leg Clutch trying to catch a wounded Dace off guard with a surprising move. And it almost worked as well. But only almost. Now Danny takes a turn at backing into ropes and sucking down air to. Shutting out his bodies complaints of the pain, Danny flexes his arm for a moment, watching as Dace sits on his knees, hardly focusing. Rising to his feet, Night starts to look around for his opponent but its too late as his world goes white and stars explode from the back of his head. Hitting the mat like a fallen statue, Dace lays sprawled out as Williams tugs him over onto his front and drops into cover. The crowd has hardly died down from the impact of the running elbow to the back of Horrorcore’s head before the explode again as Soapdish comes in again for the cover. Comet: ENZUI RUNNING ELBOW SMASH! Dace just had his lower brain functions scrambled by that blow and Citizen Williams has this match won! Riley: What did I tell you about those elbows! “ONE!” “TWO!” …… “THRE-nnnnnnnoooooooooooooooo!” But one more time the shoulder leaves the mat as Dace’s whole body leaves the mat like the death throws of a dying man. Showing half a smile for toughness and fighting spirit of his ex pupil, Danny doesn’t let it distract him as stands back up. Having to use both hands to drag the weakly struggling Dace Night back up and into a standing Headscissors, Danny ignores the hurt he feels all over. Wrapping his arms around Dace’s mid section, Williams hauls back with every bit of overcharged roid increased muscle as the crowd edges forwards on their seats. As Dace is dragged all the way up into the air, the fans leave their seats. And as Dace slams into mat with a splat, the Staples Center lets out a collective yell. Holding onto Dace’s legs, Williams presses down with all the force he can find as Soapdish start the count. “ONE!” “TWO!” ……… ……… “TTTTTHHHHHHHRRRRRREEEE---Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnoooooooooooooooooooooo!” Comet: THE POWERBOMB! DACE KICKS OUT! Riley: Holy hell, these two just keep pushing the bar higher and higher! Rushing back to his feet with an energy rush from being so close to victory, Danny wrenches Dace straight off the mat and grips him right back into a standing headscissors. Horrorcore wavers and almost collapses as he stands doubled over, with only Williams grip keeping him upright. The crowd doesn’t have chance to die down as Danny locks his arms around Night’s mid section and tries to haul him back up for a second powerbomb. Comet: HE’S GOING FOR ANOTHER POWERBOMB! NO WAY DACE CAN TAKE THAT! The crowd doesn’t get a chance to quiet down as it explodes once more as Dace lunges his weight forwards in a desperate move to survive. Wrapping his arms around Danny’s legs, Night uses a double leg takedown to counter the powerbomb and give himself some momentum. Rolling across the mat, Dace bails up of the ring and to the apron. Struggling to even keep his eyes open after the first powerbomb, Dace collapses into a heap. Comet: CITIZEN NIGHT ESCAPES THE POWERBOMB! With a last ditch effort he manages to find a way out of that one. A second powerbomb would have been the end of Dace Night. Riley: The crowd is going nuts for this. Hell, even I’m going nuts for this! Comet: Citizen Williams is already back on his feet and he’s heady right for Dace! Coldly climbing out on to the ring apron, Williams creeps up behind his helpless victim. Thanks to a handful of tights, Danny manages to get Dace somewhat on his feet. Horrorcore teeters like the Leaning Tower of Pisa, but Williams keeps him steady with a rear waistlock. Once Danny’s intentions comes to light, the fans jump out of their chairs, excited and terrified at the same time! Comet: Citizen Williams, preparing to......GERMAN SUPLEX DACE OFF THE RING APRON!!! Riley: Just when you thought you’ve seen it all, some psycho decides to raise the bar a little higher! This could end up being the coolest thing I’ve ever seen! Comet: I know Williams is desperately seeking for a way to put Dace away, but this is villainous overkill anyway you cut it! Bending his knees for added spring, Williams prepares to launch Dace into oblivion! Fighting for his life, Night wildly swings elbows back at Danny’s head! The point of Horrorcore’s elbow slams into Danny’s temple repeatedly, forcing him to release his former pupil from his clutches. The fans quiet down and get back in their chairs, relieved that they won’t see the new Unholy Trinity leader killed before their very eyes, but yet they are also disappointed that the crazy high spot didn’t come into fruition. Comet: Oh, thank heavens! Riley: Speak for yourself, I want to see total vertical death! Shaking his head in discomfort, Williams staggers backwards, while Dace struggles to regain his sense. Slowly turning towards his attacker, Dace finds Danny sprinting forward in anger! Going downstairs, Horrorcore stabs Williams in the gut with a back elbow! His cheeks puffing and his eyes bulging out of his head, Danny doubles over out of breath, allowing Dace to quickly pin his arms back in a double underhook! The crowd goes batshit as Dace does unthinkable, and flips Williams high into the air! Boldly jumping off the ring apron, Dace SPIKES WILLIAMS INTO THE FLOOR WITH A BONE CRUSHING TIGER DRIVER!!! Comet: HOLY COWAHBUNGA! Riley: It may not be total vertical death, but it was still one hell of a splat! Both men are down and out on the floor, while the thousands in attendance make as much noise as humanly possible! Eventually, some order comes to the sonic chaos, and an organized, “Holy Shit!” chant breaks out. Comet: Williams foolishly took a big risk that he didn’t have to take, and as a result Dace has scored with what may be the match ending move! Peeling himself off the mat, Dace lumbers his way to the ring apron, and slides inside. Knowing that he won’t be satisfied with a count out victory, Dace rolls back outside with a fresh count to work with. Stiffly bending over like an old man with a bad back, Dace tugs on Danny’s arm in a vain attempt to get him back on his feet. Riley: Someone needs to get a toe tag on Williams, cause his ass is dead! Realizing that Danny is too limp to get on his feet, Dace enlists the aid of a front facelock in his effort to get him back in the ring. After a great deal of straining, Dace manages to get all 250 pounds of Williams’ lifeless carcass inside the ring. Scrambling inside the ring, Dace hastily blankets Danny for what is sure to be the winning cover! Nearly wetting themselves with joy, the molten hot crowd screams along with the count! “ONE!” “TWO!” ........................ “THRE-Oooooooooooooh!” The crowd groans in disappointment as Williams drapes his leg over the bottom rope, bringing the count to a grinding halt! As if the kick out is causing him psychical pain, Dace flops back to the mat in a state of melancholy. Riley: Crucial error from Dace Night, if he would have took the time to drag Williams away from the ropes before going for the cover, he might’ve won the match. Comet: Now is not the time to cry over spilled milk, he’s got Williams’ hurt, and he needs to keep him that way. Getting his shit together, Dace grabs Danny by one of his boots, and attempts to drag him off the ropes, however, he makes the discovery that Williams has a death grip on the bottom rope. Going nowhere fast, Dace loosens Williams’ grip with some stomps, and than tires again. Still, Williams refuses to budge, prompting Dace to pull harder. Using his free leg, Danny uses Dace’s own resistance against him by kicking him in the chest! The kicks sends Dace stumbling backwards, allowing Williams to slip underneath the ropes, and drop down to the floor for a much needed break. Comet: Danny Williams is in total survival mode, doing everything he possibly can to buy himself recovery time! Riley: Even if Danny stayed out there all night, he still wouldn’t be fully recovered from that Tiger Driver. It’s good thing he’s roided up like he is, because that fall would have broken the ribs of a lesser man. Staying hot on Danny’s trail, Dace climbs out of the ring in a hurry. After stomping Williams a few times for good measure, Dace grabs a handful of hair, and drags him to his feet. Zapping back to life, Williams swipes Horrorcore’s hands off, and pops him with a surprise elbow! Crack! Putting a stop to this comeback, Dace doubles Williams over with a swift kick to the gut! Stuffing Williams head down in a standing head scissors, Dace wrenches him up on his shoulders, and launches him into the guardrail! CLAAAANK! The terrified fans jump out of their front roll chairs as Williams gruesomely crashes back first into the steel barrier! As pale as a ghost, Williams slides to his knees in overwhelming pain. Comet: UNBELIEVABLE, DACE NIGHT HAS JUST POWERBOMBED WILLIAMS INTO THE GUARDRAIL! Exhausted from throwing a 250 pound man across the ring side area, Dace takes a second to catch his breath, before continuing his brutal assault on his former mentor. Jerking Williams up by his hair and tights, Dace forcefully shoves him inside the ring. Sliding inside the squared circle, Horrorcore makes his way over to Danny, who is fighting through paralyzing pain in a desperate attempt to get on his feet. Not making things easy on his former mentor, Dace drops the point of his elbow across the back of Danny’s neck! Crying out in pain, Williams rolls over on his back, tightly clinching his hands behind his head. Riley: Dace going back to work on Williams’ neck, With his face now constantly contorted in a grimace, Williams tries to get back on his feet, however Dace snatches him up in a rear waistlock before he can get anywhere! As if a shock wave of electricity just went through his body, a panic stricken Williams rushes to the ropes in a heart beat! Comet: Dace is looking for the German, but Danny wants no part of it! Not letting Danny get away this time, Dace yanks him off the ropes by his tights! Using the momentum to his advantage, Williams swings around, whopping the side of Dace’s head with a jarring Back Elbow! CRACK! Rocked, Dace wobbles in place like a human punching bag! On that cue, Williams elegantly spins in place, swinging out his forearm for the dreaded Rolling Elbow! SWOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH! Having already got his Rolling Elbow fix earlier tonight, Dace ducks the oncoming blow, and darts into the ropes! Spinning around, a confused Williams turns right into a jaw shattering running forearm! CRAAACK! As if he took a gun shot straight to head, Williams goes down like a sack of bricks! Staring up at the arena lights with a blank expression on his face, Williams roboticly sits up, and wanders his way to a vertical base. Oafishly stalking his staggering victim, Dace clamps his huge arms around his zombie like foe, and viciously snaps back! CRUNCH! Williams’ head and shoulders compact into the mat, held in place by a sweet high angle bridge! Comet: GERMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN! It’s pandemonium as Soapdish slides to the mat, and starts the count! “ONE!” “TWO!” ................. “THREE!” NO, Williams just barely kicks out! Pumped up, the fans run in place, creating a rumbling that could be mistaken for an on coming stampede! Exhausted from the toll of the match, Dace lies on his back, sucking air while Williams lies face down with his hands tightly wrapped around the back of his head. Riley: All that, and Dace still ended up hitting the German! Comet: Williams was desperately trying to turn the tide with his Rolling Elbow, but Dace wasn’t about to fall for that trick twice in one night! Pushing on, Dace climbs to his feet with a look of determination etched across his face! Bending over, Dace grabs his victim by his hair, when Williams brings up his leg, kicking him in the side of the head! The sudden surge of pain freezes, Dace up, allowing Danny to kick him again! Grabbing his temple, Dace staggers back into the ropes, given Williams the opening he needs to get on his feet. Comet: Williams is digging deep into his bag of tricks, frantically searching for something that can stop Dace’s relentless assault. Struggling to his feet, Williams looks up just in time to catch Dace diving towards him! Swinging out his arm, Dace wallops Williams with a uber stiff Lariat! The sound of Dace’s sweaty arm smacking into Danny’s throat echoes through the arena for all to hear! Comet: LARIATOOOOOOOO! Riley: Williams’ Achilles’ heel! Danny’s legs go flying over his head, flipping over like a pancake! Slamming on his breaks, Dace skids across the canvass, and u-turns back in Danny’s direction! Grabbing Williams’ by his boots, Dace enthusiastically flips forward into a bridge, pinning his former mentor with a sweet double leg pick up! “ONE!” “TWO!” ................. “THREE!” KICK OUT! Unable to contain themselves, the fans explode like TNT! Sitting up, Dace slams his fist into the canvas, shaking his head in disbelief! Moved by Williams’ raging fighting spirit, the crowd begins an ear shattering,”DAN-E!” chant. Riley: That’s got to be a huge blow to Dace’s ego, since his Lariat wasn’t strong enough to do with TNT’s , Frost’s, and Va’aiga’s Lariat could do. Comet: Well that is pretty elite company as far as Lariats are concerned. While the crowd continues to madly chant, Dace snatches Williams’ by his long sweaty hair, and begins the difficult task of getting him on his feet. Suddenly, Williams swipes off Dace’s hands, and jabs him in the face with his forearm! Crack! Unable to stay on his feet, Williams’ drops back to the mat, while Dace drops to one knee in a daze! This pleasant turn of events turns the into a mad house of screams, cheers, and whistles! After collecting his senses, Dace stomps his way over to Williams, and bends over to pick him up! For the third time tonight, Dace receives a kick to the head for his troubles! Visibly in pain, Dace wobbles back into the corner, while the crowd pops even bigger than they did before! Riley: I can’t belief this, Dace is actually gonna let Williams come back from that mother of all ass kickings! Trembling with strain, Williams manually pulls his limp legs underneath him. With clinched teeth, Williams groans as uses every ounce of his will power to vigorously climbs to his feet. Tragically, Danny’s legs give out, causing him to flop right back on his ass where he started. Sighing, Williams tries to start his epic journey over, when a recovered Dace comes exploding out of the corner! CRAAACK! Dace’s boot gruesomely catches Danny right underneath his chin, violently knocking his head so far back that it almost tears right off! Comet: YAKUZA KICK! Riley: Say good night to that comeback! Roaring like some sort of primal beast, Dace quickly jerks Williams up by his tights, and throws him high over his head! CRUNCH! The Release German plants Williams on his dome, causing his body to grotesquely fold in half like a sheet! Delirious and glassy eyed, Danny somberly crawls towards the ropes, hopelessly trying to reach his feet. Scrambling to his feet, Dace hurries over to Williams, and yanks him up from behind! Pulling Williams away from the ropes, Dace secures him in a rear waistlock, and without delay, launches him into the stratosphere! CRUNCH! Landing on his cranium a second time, Williams’ now limp body spins on it’s head like a top, before tumbling over in a lifeless pool of humanity. Comet: DACE IS LETTING IT ALL HANG OUT, HE’S THROWING EVERYTHING BUT THE KITCHEN SINK AT WILLIAMS! Exhausted from throwing Danny around like a rag doll, Dace sluggishly crawls across the ring, leaving a trail of sweat behind him. Finally reaching Williams’ carcass, Dace folds his body up, and leans over his broken body for the pin! Riley: THIS MATCH IS OVER, NOBODY CAN SURVIVE THAT! Juiced from the chain of head drops, the crowd heat reaches lava like levels as Soapdish starts the count! “ONE!” “TWO!” ................. “THREE!” NO! Williams rolls out from underneath Dace, and never before has a crowd popped so loudly! The building laterally trembles from the sonic bombardment of the fans’ jubilation, their stomping feet rattling the windows of near by houses like not so distant thunder from an oncoming storm! Riley: THIS IS MADNESS! Comet: WHAT WILL IT TAKE TO KEEP DANNY WILLIAMS DOWN FOR THE COUNT?! Danny’s eyes are tightly shut, and his face is a mask of torturous pain. In deep thought, Dace sits up one knee, mentally checking off the lists of moves he’s done to Williams. Realizing that he still has one secret weapon left over in his inventory, Dace springs to action! Cupping his hands under Williams’ head, Dace sits his groggy opponent up, and hooks an arm under chin. Lacing his other arm under Williams’ arm pit, Dace links his hands together in a Sleeperhold, using it to pull the body to it’s feet. Riley: WHAT’S THIS?! Comet: OH NO! Williams extends his weary arm towards the ropes, but they are far out of reach! With a pop of the hips, Dace snaps back, throwing Williams backwards with tremendous force! CRUNCH! Landing at a damn near perfect vertical angle, Williams goes head first into the mat, while the fans light up the arena with the blur of a thousand camera flashes! Comet: SLEEPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH SUPLEX!!!!! Riley: THE PROVERBIAL ACE UP DACE'S SLEEVE! The crowd is absolutely deafening as Dace blankets his destroyed foe for the pin! “ONE!” “TWO!” ............... “THREE!” DING! DING! DING! “RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Once again the roof leaves the Staples Center as the crowd completely melts down as the bell rings, finally signally the end of the epic and titanic battle. Rolling onto his back, Dace stares up at the lights along with Danny Williams. The two men are sore and beaten, having given absolutely everything they had. Barely able to wipe the sweat from his eyes, Dace struggles to look around the white hot mass of cheering fans. Comet: AND IT’S OVER! It took everything these two man had and in the end, it took the ace up the sleeve to for Dace Night to defeat Danny Williams. “DACE! DAN-E! DACE! DAN-E! DACE! DAN-E! DACE! DAN-E!” Riley: Of all the stuff we’re already seen tonight and with the World Title match still to come, this is turning into one of the greatest SWF events of all time. Even I have to say that was just an amazing match! Comet: This is the last time we’ll ever see Danny Williams, but what a way to go out. After all the talk, all the rumours and for it to finally happen. All these Citizens here and watching at home have seen something very special tonight. I think Citizen Night has just had a match that could very well change his life. As EMTs make their way to ringside and check over both Dace and Danny, chants can be heard from all over the crowd, including comments like five stars and such things. The EMTs help both men upto their feet slowly. With a glazed over expression of sheer exhaustion, Dace reaches over and grabs Danny’s arm, lifting it into the air to another roar of cheering from the crowd. Riley: This has been coming since the Unholy Trinity was first formed just before Dace was brought up from the SJL. Now it’s over. Most of me is damn glad of that as well. But some of me is a little sad. Comet: Well, don’t go anywhere yet Citizens. It’s still not over, we’re got one last match From The Fire. Citizen Charlie Matthews against Citizen Va’aiga for the SWF World Championship! Standing side by side in the ring, supported by EMTs, Dace and Danny, former student and mentor, current and former leaders of the Unholy Trinity. Two warriors, two generations of superstars, two proud men. Two heroes. A one time only match, a match dreamed of by Dace Night and given to him to show him what he needs to do. The path he needs to travel. The further of the SWF hangs in the balance next. He’s not a part of it, but along with every other superstar that fights in the SWF, he will be there on the next show and the show after. To work for a dream, a desire , a need, a battle, because everyone fights for a side, but they’re all heroes to someone. Fade out. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
the.weej 0 Report post Posted March 8, 2004 **********TALE OF THE TAPE********** ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Challenger: Charlie “Grappler” Matthews Height: 6’7” Weight: 301 pounds Hometown: Kansas City, Missouri Career Accomplishments: - Former SJL Triple Crown title holder (Television, European, World) - Former SWF Tag Team Champion - Former SWF United States Champion - Former SWF Intercontinental Television Champion - SWF Clusterfuck 2004 Winner Finishing Move: The Wake-Up Call ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Champion: “The Maori Badass” Va’aiga Height: 6’8” Weight: 309 pounds Hometown: Rotorua, Aotearoa Career Accomplishments: - Former SJL World Champion - Former SWF Hardcore Gamers’ Champion - Former SWF Tag Team Champion - Leader of The Unnamed - Current and Reigning SWF World Heavyweight Champion Finishing Moves: The Lariat, Maori Drop ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I feel the heat pumping in my veins! Next to you I can touch the fire! I see myself going up in flames! Next to you I can touch the fire! *BOOM!* *BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM* *BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!* THIS IS THE MAIN EVENT! THIS IS THE SWF! THIS IS FROM THE FIRE 2004!! As Icehouse’s “Touch the Fire” continues to play, the sold-out Staples Center in Los Angeles, California, is STARK RAVING MAD CRAZY and ready for the main event of what has been an EXPLOSIVE pay-per-view extravaganza! As the camera pans around the arena, various signs are seen held from the overly excited hands of the fans, including “THE ERA OF OLD SCHOOL!” “NO! NO! NOT NOTORIOUS!” and the popular thing amongst Unnamed fans, a blank sign! Finally, the camera turns around to ringside, where we see Cyclone Comet and Bobby Riley, who’s oogling at this month’s SWF Magazine pin-up, Crow! (well, it’s not like the SWF has a diverse selection of divas…) “…I could’ve sworn it was bigger…” stares Riley, trying to figure out one of the many mind-numbing, thought provoking questions that come with a poster of Crow. “It’s always been that way, Bobbo, you just never-“ Comet notices the camera, “WELCOME BACK, CITIZENS, TO THE FINAL MINUTES OF SWF FROM THE FIRE 2004!” Riley tosses the magazine by the wayside. “…I’m Cyclone Comet,” continues the superhero, “alongside Bobbo Riley, and Bobbo, what an AMAZING pay-per-view we’ve seen here tonight! Titles have been fought for, legends have clashed, blood has been spilt-“ “AND GRAPPLER LOST!” hollers Riley, “Yes, the unthinkable occurred, and the number one contender to the World Championship LOST to perennial Junior League LOSER Insane Luchador!” “…right. That was a minor setback for Citizen Matthews, but you have to believe he was more focused on this upcoming match. He’s hoping with that one step backward, he can take ten steps forward by getting a win over-“ “Don’t even SAY it!” Riley interrupts, “do you think Grappler even has a minute chance of beating our honorable champion, Va’aiga, here tonight?” “All the faith in the world, Bobbo,” replies Comet. “You make me sick.” *DING!* “Ladies and gentlemen,” begins Funyon, microphone in hand inside of the ring, “the following contest is our MAIN EVENT tonight, and it is a TWO CONSECUTIVE FALLS match for the S – W – F HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP OF THE WOOOOOOOOOORLD! In this match, the first man to score two consecutive falls on his opponent – via pinfall, submission, count out, disqualification, or knock out – will win the match! Now, introducing the participants!” Let the arena blackout commence! Let the spotlight shine on the entrance! Let “Some Kind of Monster” kick into full gear! Let the crowd pop like Stephen Popick’s ego! Let this finally stop! Without a hitch, the number one contender to the World Championship storms out from the back, deadly focus gleaming in his eyes as he makes his way down to the ring! “First, the challenger! From Kansas City, Missouri, weighing in at 301 pounds, this is CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARLIE ‘GRAPPLER’ MAAAAAAAAATTHEWSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!” As the Los Angeles crowd continues to ROAR~, Matthews coolly marches up the ring steps and steps between the ropes. Without even a word or a pose, Grappler retreats to a corner and leans against the turnbuckle. WHAT’S MY NAME?! The proud cheering in the Staples Center transforms into HARSH, HARSH jeering as DMX’s “What’s My Name” blasts out of the arena sound system. From the back emerges the enormous robed figure…with no entourage! He continues his march to the ring, throwing phantom rights and lefts as he reaches ringside. Once there, he climbs up the steps and enters the ring. “Now in the ring, from Rotorua, Aotearoa, weighing in at 309 pounds, he is the S – W – F HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WOOOOORLD, HE IS THE MAOOOOOOORI BADASSSSSS, HE IS VAAAAAAAA’AAAAAAAAIGAAAAAA!!!” At that moment, Va’aiga tosses his robe off, revealing his chiseled body with SWF Championship belt wrapped proudly around his waist. He raises his arms in the air as jeers shower down on him. Finally, he removes the belt and hands it to referee Nick Soapdish. Soapdish shows it to Va’aiga, and then to Matthews, before raising it in the air for all 20,000+ fans to see. With that, he hands it to the timekeeper and signals for the bell, beginning the main event of From the Fire! *DING DING DING* “And here we GO!” cries Comet, “Va’aiga and Charlie Matthews, two men with a HEATED past, squaring off for the World Championship! The one nagging question I have, though, is where is James Matheson?” “I think it’s simple, Comet,” replies Riley, “Va’aiga didn’t want Grappler fans using excuses; if Matheson was out here, regardless of what he did, after Va’aiga won, everyone would say it was because of Matheson. Va’aiga doesn’t want that. Va’aiga wants everyone to know that HE beat Charlie Matthews, HE kept his title, and HE can beat whoever the hell he wants, whenever he wants.” The two men slowly advance one step at a time, as the buzz from the crowd grows louder and louder. Finally, with both men nearing the center of the ring, Matthews takes the initiative and lunges forward, throwing his arms out for a tie-up- *SMACK!* -but the champion simply throws his hand out and SLAPS the taste out of Charlie’s mouth! The surprise of the move throws Grappler backwards, but Va’aiga doesn’t let up, as he begins firing his arm out at a rapid pace, this time slamming his FIST into the side of Matthews’ face! Charlie rocks back with each punch, and the Maori Badass takes advantage of the situation, grabbing Grappler by the arm and whipping him towards the opposite side of the ring. As Matthews hits the ropes and rebounds, Va’aiga lowers his shoulder and charges, but Charlie is able to avoid the freight train that is the SWF Champion and run towards the opposite ropes. As he comes back and Va’aiga turns around, he simply bends his arm and swings, catching the champion right in the injured face with a big forearm smash! Va’aiga remains on his feet, so Matthews calls back to his days as Show and THINKS FAST~, bending down and wrapping his arms around the Maori’s midsection, before charging forward and DRILLING Va’aiga into the nearest turnbuckle, causing the ring to shake! “Just minutes after the opening bell, this match is already shaking the ring!” notes Comet, “these two mammoths are going to pull out ALL stops for the world championship!” “But it’s not JUST about the World Championship, Comet!” chimes in Riley, “it’s about Charlie Matthews’ selfishness. He won the Clusterfuck, he had the ICTV Title, but NO, he HAD to go and accept the title shot! What a greedy bastard. He deserved to be kicked out of the Unnamed, and he deserves to get his ass handed to him tonight.” Matthews isn’t getting his ass handed to him now, though, as once he slams Va’aiga against the turnbuckle, he rears back and unleashes on the Maori with hard punches to the midsection! After a flurry of rights and lefts, Grappler backs up and then immediately runs back in, trying to sandwich Va’aiga against his body and the turnbuckle…but Va’aiga moves! As Charlie smashes against the corner, Va’aiga runs to the ropes. As he comes back, Matthews turns around, only to get knocked off his feet by a huge Maori shoulder block! As Grappler hits the mat, the champion drops to his knees and straddles Matthews, before firing off MORE rights and lefts, just pounding on Charlie’s face! At the incessant urging of Nick Soapdish, Va’aiga gets up off of Grappler, but not before giving him one last stomp for good measure. As the Maori backs off, Matthews reaches up and uses the ropes to pull himself up to his feet. When he does, though, Va’aiga comes right back, charging with a full head of steam- *BAM!* -but Matthews gets his leg up! Va’aiga eats the big boot and staggers back, giving Grappler time to run forward, grab Va’aiga by the legs and pull them back, sweeping the champion off his feet with a double leg takedown! As they hit the mat, Charlie takes the right arm of Va’aiga and pressures it back, applying a key lock! “I think we’re getting a feel for both men’s strategies early on,” sayeth Comet, “Va’aiga is going for his in-your-face, smash mouth style of brawling, while Grappler is going for the more technical side of things. Sounds strategy on both ends, I believe.” “Bad idea on Grappler’s end, I believe,” shoots Riley, “I mean, doesn’t he SEE Va’aiga? That man has more muscles than I’ve seen on any man. If Grappler thinks he can do any damage to one of those enormous arms, he’s dead wrong. Dead wrong.” Va’aiga winces as Grappler keeps the key lock in, but he’s able to scoot his shoulders over to the left side, reach out…and grab the bottom rope! Soapdish immediately beckons Grappler to break the hold, and he does so. Va’aiga demands that the referee keep Matthews back, and Soapdish obliges, holding the enormous challenger back as the even more enormous champion gets to his feet. As the Maori advances forward, Charlie quickly grabs a hold of his arm and twists around it, executing a wristlock. Matthews cinches in on the hold, but Va’aiga uses what brought him here and snaps his head forward, cracking his cinder-block-like head against Matthews’! The blow jars the challenger and causes him to let go of the wristlock, and Va’aiga swiftly wraps his mighty arm around Grappler’s neck, before arching backwards and flipping Charlie over his head, down to the mat with an exploder suplex! Va’aiga turns over and drops down on top of the fallen challenger, holding him down as Nick Soapdish goes down to count the pin! “ONE!” “T – NO!” Matthews gets his shoulder off the canvas quite easily, but Va’aiga grabs him by the head and brings him back up to his feet immediately. “I’m telling you, Comet,” begins Riley, “Charlie Matthews is making a big mistake by targeting Va’aiga’s arm. He shouldn’t try to trade *holds* with this guy, he should be going toe-to-toe with him in a big ass brawl! This isn’t the Charlie Matthews I remember.” “Of course it isn’t, Bobbo,” Comet responds, “he’s gone through a lot of respectable changes lately. I thank the good name of Hephaestus that he doesn’t resort to rest hold after rest hold, but instead works a smart technical style. There’s a difference, and he defines it.” Once both men are up, the champion easily lifts the challenger up, scooping him onto his shoulder before slamming him back down with a high angle bodyslam! “BOO – YAH!” Va’aiga bellows his war cry as Los Angeles showers him with even more boos (but not boo – yahs). The Maori Badass walks over to Matthews and stomps down on him some more, before falling to his knees and wrapping his hand tightly around Grappler’s throat, executing a blatant choke! Nick Soapdish tries to break it, but when he can’t, he issues his five count! “ONE!” “TWO!” “THREE!” “FOUR!” “FIV-“ Va’aiga breaks the hold just before Soapdish would’ve disqualified him, and brings the challenger to his feet yet again. He grabs Matthews by the head, but before he can do anything, Charlie is able to swing his arm around, and connect with a BIG cross to Va’aiga’s injured cheekbone! And another! And a third! Matthews swings for a fourth, but the Maori reaches up and grabs his hand in mid-air, before throwing his head forward and again connecting with a skull-shattering headbutt! Grappler stumbles backwards as Va’aiga grabs his arm and whips him into the ropes. Charlie hits them and comes back, but instead of falling prey to another Va’aiga attack, Grappler musters up the energy to leap into the air, leg first, drilling his knee right into the face of the champion! “And don’t count Matthews out AT ALL!” rejoices Comet, “The champion may be more powerful slash aggressive, but Charlie Matthews has these 20,000 fans behind him, in addition to his fluid technical ability!” “Now you’re just spouting off nonsense,” Riley cries foul, “Grappler’s only getting lucky shots in. Va’aiga is the dominant force in this match, as it is quite obviously seen.” “Quite obviously indeed, Bobbo, with Citizen Matthews’ high knee attack.” “Shut it.” Finally trying to build offensive momentum in this match, Charlie Matthews takes Va’aiga by the head and brings him up to his feet, albeit in a doubled over position. Grappler swings one mighty arm down like a hammer, hitting a clubbing blow to the back of the champion, and then traps him in a gutwrench, hoisting him up into the air and over his shoulder, down to the mat with a big suplex! Charlie wastes no time in moving to the side of Va’aiga, turning him onto his stomach, and twisting his right arm again, executing an elementary armbar! Even from the centered position of the ring they’re currently in, Va’aiga struggles to break free of the hold, whether it’s through escape or by rope break. He slowly moves on his stomach, reaching out with his left hand, but to no avail. With that option unavailable, he moves his legs until he gets up to a sitting position. Now that he’s level with Matthews, he resorts to his clutch move- *BAM!* -swinging his head to the side and striking Grappler with a big headbutt! The single blow breaks the move completely, as Matthews falls to the mat on his side. The Maori Badass gets to his feet, shaking his arm to get the feeling back into it. “EUREKA!” shrieks Comet, “I’ve finally figured it out!” “The meaning of life?” Riley asks. “No, Bobbo, I figured out Citizen Matthews’ game plan! He’s trying to weaken the arm of Va’aiga so he can’t execute his infamous, deadly Lariat!” “Why couldn’t he just use the other arm?” “…way to ruin my moment, Bobbo.” The Champion stalks towards Matthews, but from his position leaning against the second rope, Grappler is able to surprise him by scissoring Va’aiga’s ankle, executing the drop toe hold and causing him to fall throat-first against the top rope! With the breath temporarily taken out of the Maori’s huge body, Grappler ducks under Va’aiga’s arm from behind and hoists him up into the air, diagonally, before dropping him down on his upper back and neck with a backdrop suplex! Immediately after execution Matthews floats over, covering Va’aiga for the first time as Nick Soapdish counts! “ONE!” “TW – NO!” Va’aiga shoulders out easily, but this doesn’t stop the Staples Center fans from solidly backing the challenger! “LET’S – GO – GRAPPLER!” *clap – clap – clap-clap-clap* “LET’S – GO – GRAPPLER!” *clap – clap – clap-clap-clap* Matthews tries to bring Va’aiga up, but the champion roughly gets up on his own accord. Grappler is, however, able to grab the Maori Badass by the arm, and he whips him into the nearest turnbuckle. Without a hitch, Charlie charges forward, and SQUASHES Va’aiga with a huge avalanche! As Va’aiga stumbles out of the corner, Matthews runs to the ropes behind Va’aiga and comes back, leaping into the air before latching on a headlock and falling down, driving the Maori to the mat with a big bulldog! As Va’aiga turns onto his back, Grappler gets up to his feet and immediately drops down with a big elbow, holding onto the pin as Soapdish counts! “ONE!” “T – NOT YET!” “I think Grappler’s only serving to piss the big black guy off,” notes Riley, bluntly, “first he works his arm like this was a puro match, then he pins him after an elbow drop…what’s next, the giant swing?” “I wouldn’t put it past him, Bobbo!” Matthews gets up off of Va’aiga as the champion pulls himself back up. Grappler retreats to the opposite side of the ring, where he begins stomping his foot in wait for the Maori! As he does this, the fans join in, clapping and stomping along with the challenger. Finally, as Va’aiga reaches his feet and turns around, Charlie rushes forward, jumping into the air and pumping his legs, finally shooting his right forward for the bicycle kick…but Va’aiga sidesteps it! Grappler’s boot connects with the top turnbuckle, temporarily stunning him. However, he shakes it off and turns around, just as Va’aiga lifts him up off his feet and snaps around, drilling him to the mat with a HUGE spinebuster! Va’aiga folds Matthews’ legs over his shoulders as Nick Soapdish counts the pin! “ONE!” “TWO!” KICKOUT! Va’aiga hurriedly brings Grappler to his feet, before grabbing him by the arm and whipping him into the ropes again. As Matthews comes back this time, though, Va’aiga ducks down and grabs Charlie by his right leg, lifting him UP into the air and dropping him face first against the turnbuckle with a flapjack! Grappler slumps against the turnbuckle, but the Maori Badass wastes no time in turning him around, before slamming a left cross against his face! *BOOM!* And another! *BOOM!* Va’aiga kisses his fist…and swings an enormous right cross that knocks Grappler silly! *SCHWING!* “Citizen Tu'ipulotu is just TOYING with Matthews now,” points out Comet, “he’s turning the match around and making it solidly in his favor. Things don’t bode well for the number one contender right now, Bobbo.” “Have they ever boded well?” asks Riley, “I mean, I hate to sound like an RIAA – distributed mp3, but Grappler hasn’t had things going his way for the entire match! This whole thing has been intricately planned out by our humble champion, and Grappler’s going to pay the price!” Va’aiga takes a moment to cry a mighty “BOO – YAH!” which the fans don’t respond kindly to. “VO – ENG – UH – SUCKS!” “VO – ENG – UH – SUCKS!” Matthews slowly walks out of the corner, and as he does, Va’aiga charges towards the opposite side of the ring. As he comes back, he swings his left arm like a mighty bull rope, looking to take off Grappler’s head with the NO TIME FOR TRASH TALKING NOW, I’LL JUST KNOCK YOUR HEAD OFF AND PIN YOU LARIATOOOOOOOOOO! …but Grappler ducks! As Va’aiga’s momentum carries him towards the opposite ropes, Matthews runs towards the ropes the Maori just came from, and as the two come at each other like opposing trains, Charlie again jumps into the air and pumps his legs, this time connecting with a BIG bicycle kick!! Va’aiga doesn’t fall, but he woozily backs against the ropes, which push him right back into Grappler’s waiting arms! Matthews quickly traps Va’aiga in a front facelock and grabs his tights, fluidly hoisting him up into the air, upside down! The crowd ERUPTS as they sense what’s coming, and Matthews shifts to the side and SNAPS down, crashing down to the mat and executing the Jackhammer Suplex! “DING! DING! DING! IT’S ROUGHLY 7:30 PM PACIFIC AND TIME FOR YOUR WAKE UP CALL, CITIZEN TU’IPULOTU!” Comet roars, pumping his fist in the air. “That was the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard,” snaps Riley, “…and that was the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever seen! What the hell is this? Surely this is some kind of joke; surely this is a hoax…” Matthews stays on top of Va’aiga, and Nick Soapdish counts as the 20,000 plus in attendance count along! “ONE!” “TWO!” “THREEEEEEEE!!!!” *DING!* The crowd ERUPTS as Funyon raises the microphone to his mouth, “Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the fall, via pinfall, CHAAAAAAARLIE ‘GRAPPLER’ MAAAAATTHEWSS! Matthews now has one fall. There will now be a ten second rest period.” “Sweet hallucinating JESUS, Bobbo!” cries Comet, “Charlie Matthews just pinned the World Champion right out of the gates! If that isn’t prophetic, I don’t know what is!” “This is wrestling, Comet, and anything that seems prophetic probably isn’t. No, wait, anything that seems prophetic DEFINITELY isn’t. Va’aiga’s just biding his time. He knows he needs to lose twice in a row, and since that’s impossible, he took the fall. Nothing wrong with that.” As the rest period begins, Matthews triumphantly gets off of Va’aiga, and retreats to the corner, before saluting the Los Angeles fans. The Champion, meanwhile, tries to figure out where he is, and slowly rolls towards the opposite corner of Grappler. As he begins pulling himself up with the help of the turnbuckle, the ten seconds expires! *DING!* Charlie Matthews doesn’t miss a beat, as he begins stalking his prey and looking to end this match early! He grabs the rising Va’aiga by the head and brings him up, trapping him in a front facelock once again! As the Staples Center rises to their feet and begins cheering in unison again, Matthews sets Va’aiga up and hoists him into the air, holding him in position for another Wake Up Call! …but Va’aiga drops down, landing on his feet behind Matthews! Before the challenger can even realize what happened, the Maori Badass wraps his arms around Charlie’s midsection in a waistlock before plowing forward, driving Grappler chest-first right into the turnbuckle! With the wind knocked out of his body, Charlie can only stand his ground, stunned, as Va’aiga traps him in an inverted facelock and drops backwards with an inverted DDT! As they hit the mat, Va’aiga keeps the facelock on, before scissoring his legs around Grappler’s midsection, completing the PACIFIC STRETCH! “HOLY MINERVA, IT’S THE PACIFIC STRETCH!” shouts Comet, “Things don’t look good for the challenger, as this deadly submission maneuver of Va’aiga’s is very rarely executed!” “I TOLD you, Comet!” Riley gloats, “it’s all about timing! What a perfect opportunity for Va’aiga to capitalize and get two straight falls on Mr. Matthews!” Grappler struggles for any breath he can get, while kicking and flailing around to break free of the deadly submission! The life is literally being squeezed out of the challenger’s body, and he seems to go into a weaker state of mind…when all of a sudden, the kicking and flailing helps him, as his left leg lands on the bottom rope, and Nick Soapdish orders that the hold be broken, to the crowd’s delight! Fuming, the Maori Badass relinquishes the hold and gets to his feet, stomping down on the challenger with fury racing through his veins! Finally, he brings Grappler up to his feet and grabs him by the arm, once again whipping him towards the ropes. As Matthews comes back, the champion makes the mistake of swinging his RIGHT arm for a lariat, and Charlie is able to counteract this by grabbing a hold of the arm and snapping backwards, falling to the mat and jarring Va’aiga’s shoulder with a brutal single arm DDT! “And you said it wasn’t worth it, Bobbo!” Comet beams, “at a pivotal time in the match, Grappler goes right back to that arm he was working over, and it may lead to the demise of our champion!” After the maneuver is hit, both men take a second to lie on the mat, exhausted. As “GRA – PULL – ER!” chants rise from the vocal chords of every fan in attendance, Va’aiga nurses his arm and Charlie tries to regain his breath and composure. Both men begin getting off the mat as Soapdish begins the ten count, and once they reach their respective feet, they turn to each other and immediately begin firing off strikes! *BOOM!* …a left cross from Va’aiga! *BAM!* …a punch to the gut by Matthews! *POW!* …an enormous backhand from the champ! Grappler winds up and swings with all he’s got left, but Va’aiga sidesteps the arm and pulls it back, trapping Matthews in position for, and then applying, the abdominal stretch! Jeers rain down on the champion as he cinches back, causing agonizing pain to the abdomen, ribs, and generally the entire upper body of Charlie Matthews. Grappler himself hollers in pain, as it feels as though his body is going to be torn to shreds by this lethal submission. Nick Soapdish stands in position, asking Grappler if he wants to continue or not. Matthews, of course, replies with a resounding “NO!” “It seems as though Va’aiga is finally using Matthews’ strategy,” notes Comet, “utilizing submission holds to gain an advantage!” “’Using Matthews’ strategy’?” Riley echoes, “what the HELL kind of opium are you smoking, Comet, because I want some! Va’aiga’s just doing what he would NORMALLY do for a match of this magnitude. He isn’t stealing anyone’s ideas, moves, or anything. This is ALL Va’aiga, baby.” Matthews struggles and squirms, trying to fight out of this brutally agonizing abdominal stretch. Finally, as Va’aiga reaches down to pound his fist against Charlie’s midsection, the Grappler is able to summon all the strength in his arm and flip the Maori over, taking him down to the mat with a hiptoss variation, much to the crowd’s delight! Grappler stays on his feet and Va’aiga, not looking to be outdone, hurries back up to his. The champion charges at his adversary, but Matthews senses this and ducks under his outstretched arm, wrapping his own arm around his neck and sweeping Va’aiga’s leg, taking him down to the mat with an STO! As Va’aiga hits the mat and the fans roar, Matthews gets to his feet and drags the Maori by the arm, closer to a turnbuckle. From there, in a very, VERY rare move, Grappler climbs up to the second rope, and, holding onto the top rope as he does so, he bounces on the ropes twice to build momentum, before he kicks his legs out and lets go of the top rope, sailing down on top of Va’aiga with a SQUASH-TASTIC VADER BOMB! Matthews stays right on top of Va’aiga as Nick Soapdish counts the pin! ”ONE!” “TWO!” “TH – NOOOO!” Realizing that power moves probably aren’t the best way to put Va’aiga down right now, Matthews goes back to what helped him in the first place. He brings the Maori back up to his feet and stands behind him, before placing his left forearm across Va’aiga’s throat and pulling his other arm behind his back, executing a cross face chickenwing! “This could be the move that does it!” chimes in Comet, “Citizen Matthews has done some masterful work on that right arm of Va’aiga, and now, with the insanely painful cross face chickenwing applied, we could see a submission out of the Maori!” “Don’t get your hopes up, Comet,” replies Riley, “I’ve NEVER seen Va’aiga submit before, and I guarantee that we aren’t going to see it tonight. This is too big a match to see someone like our champion blow it by tapping out.” The question doesn’t need to be asked for long, though, as Va’aiga presses backwards, pushing Matthews back and right against the turnbuckle! Though the chickenwing is still applied, Va’aiga takes a few steps forward and then charges back again, smashing Grappler against the turnbuckle and finally breaking the hold! As Grappler regains his bearings, the Maori Badass charges at the opposite ropes, hitting them and coming back with his left arm extended, catching Matthews right under the jaw with the THIS TIME IT’S FOR REAL, TIME TO WIN THE FALL AND KNOCK YOUR ASS OUT, TAKE THE MATCH AND KEEP MY TITLE, YOU’LL REGRET EVER WANTING THIS TITLE SHOT LARIATOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Matthews crumples to the mat and Va’aiga drops to his knees…but instead of covering Grappler, he grabs his limp body and brings him back up to his feet! With everyone in attendance questioning the Maori, Va’aiga scoops Grappler up and holds him horizontally, as the crowd begins jeering all the jeers they can possibly jeer! After one last ‘BOO – YAH!” Va’aiga charges forward, leaping into the air and slamming Grappler down to the mat WITH AUTHORITY!! “THE MAORI DROP! MAORI DROP!” screams Riley, “Oh Comet, it feels so GOOD to be right sometimes. I’m vindicated! I am a god but not a god of the magnitude of Va’aiga!” “Two of the most lethal finishing maneuvers in the SWF today were just used consecutively on the challenger, and things don’t look too bright right now!” adds Comet. Va’aiga stays flat on top of Grappler, and Nick Soapdish counts the pin as the boos cast a thunderstorm down on the champion! “ONE!” “TWO!” “THREEEEEEE!” *DING!* “Ladies and gentlemen,” begins Funyon, “the winner of the fall, via pinfall, VAAAAAAA’AAAAAAAAAIGAAAAAA!! Va’aiga now has one fall, and Matthews has none. The ten second rest period will begin.” Va’aiga stands up off of Matthews, valiantly raising his arms in the air, asking the 20,000+ fans, “WHAT’S MY NAME?!” the fans answer him. “ASS – HOLE!” “ASS – HOLE!” Matthews, meanwhile, is barely moving as the rest period begins, but finally, with five seconds left, his eyes flutter to life. He slowly props his elbows and begins to sit up, but as he does, the rest period ends, and Va’aiga comes right back at him! *DING!* With Matthews sitting up, Va’aiga drops down to his knees and wraps his mighty arm around Grappler’s neck, squeezing tight with a brutal chinlock! The airflow to Matthews’ body is immediately cut off, and the challenger struggles to do whatever he can to stay alive. With the lariat and Maori Drop still ringing in his head and body, Charlie reaches out towards the ropes…but to no avail. “Perfect timing by the champion here,” points out Comet, “because not only was Citizen Matthews destroyed by the two-step lariat / Maori Drop combo, but now he’s losing oxygen rapidly! We could see a submission here!” “Despite the fact that submissions never happen off these holds,” begins Riley, “this will serve as a great way to slow Grappler down enough to pin his hairy ass again and keep the title.” “LET’S – GO – GRAPP – LER!” *clap – clap – clap-clap-clap* “LET’S – GO – GRAPP – LER!” *clap – clap – clap-clap-clap* As the chants ring out from the Los Angeles fans, Matthews is able to turn around…and get up to his knees! The fans roar as he plants one foot down, and pushes up onto both feet! Va’aiga struggles to keep the chinlock on, but it’s worthless, as Matthews shoots one elbow… two elbows… three elbows into the midsection of the Maori, breaking the hold! Finally getting the oxygen and blood pumping again, Charlie rushes to the ropes, coming back- *BOOM!* -just as Va’aiga takes a charge forward and shoots his leg out, catching Matthews right smack in the face with an enormous Yakuza Kick! As Grappler goes down, the Maori Badass follows him, hooking his far leg as Nick Soapdish counts the pin! “ONE!” “TWO!” “T – SHOULDER UP!” Frustrated, the champion pulls Matthews up by the hair and immediately places his head in a standing headscissors position! Taunting Grappler’s usual set up for the Old School Powerbomb, Va’aiga reaches down and begins to pick Charlie up….but Matthews begins standing up, which causes Va’aiga to flip up and over his shoulders and down to the mat! Matthews woozily stumbles on his feet, as Va’aiga rushes back up to try and stop Grappler’s adrenaline rush. The champion charges at Grappler, but Matthews is able to use Va’aiga’s momentum against him, trapping a front facelock on Va’aiga and grabbing his tights, lifting him up and spinning around, dropping him down chest-first on the mat with a spinning front suplex! “Momentum shift alert!” rings Comet, “I think Citizen Matthews just solidified his advantage in this match, catching Citizen Tu’ipulotu off guard not once, but twice!” “He’s wasting his energy,” remarks Riley, “if Grappler knew what was good for him, he’d stick to the boring, plodding style that made him infamous. That way he could still *attempt* to get a fall (not bloody likely) without sapping all of his energy away.” Grappler slowly gets to his feet to a great ovation from the Staples Center, but Va’aiga follows him right up. Matthews decides to stick to his old game plan, and he grabs the Maori’s left arm, before twisting it behind his back in a hammerlock! From there, Grappler faces his front and ducks under Va’aiga’s other arm, before hoisting the champion up and over his shoulder, dropping him down with a hammerlock-assisted northern lights suplex! Pain races through Va’aiga’s right arm as he rolls towards the safe haven of the ropes on his stomach, trying to separate himself from the challenger. However, Matthews stays right on Va’aiga, dropping down next to the champion and again wrenching his right arm behind his back with a grounded hammerlock! Though the Maori Badass is just inches from the ropes, he can’t reach out and get them because they’re on his right side. “And what do you know,” begins Riley, “Grappler actually listened to me! I think I really am a god, Comet. I know anything and everything about everything.” Comet can only sigh and roll his eyes at yet another Bobbo Riley boasting session. However, Matthews wasn’t being completely smart in his ring position, as Va’aiga moves his right *leg* over to the side…and drapes it across the bottom rope, forcing Grappler to relinquish the hold! Charlie begrudgingly does so, but takes a hold of the Maori’s injured arm and pulls him up by it, back to his feet. Quickly, Matthews hoists Va’aiga onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. He then pushes Va’aiga’s legs behind his back and, still holding onto his right arm, drops down into a sitting position, as both men fall and Charlie jars Va’aiga’s arm against his shoulder! The Maori Badass doesn’t seem as badass now as he howls in pain, holding his right arm in agony. Matthews rolls Va’aiga onto his stomach and covers him, tightly holding him down as Soapdish counts the pin! “ONE!” “TWO!” “THR – NOT YET!” Va’aiga gets his left shoulder up, but this doesn’t bother the Grappler as he brings the champion back up to his feet. Solidly in control, Matthews takes Va’aiga by the left arm and whips him into the ropes. Va’aiga rebounds and Charlie swings his arm out for a big lariat…but the Maori ducks! Va’aiga stops and stands side-to-side with Grappler, one hand on his arm and the other around his neck as he sweeps Charlie’s leg out, driving him down to the mat with a side Maori leg sweep! “Don’t count Va’aiga out yet!” Riley screams in a mock-Comet tone, “he only needs one more fall to seal the deal and keep his title, and by god, he’s going to take it!” “The pain these men must be feeling right now,” Comet empathizes, “the agony, the adrenaline, everything…it’s coursing through their veins, Bobbo, and they’re going to pull out every single stop they possibly can to win!” Va’aiga slowly grabs onto a rope and pulls himself up to his feet, as Charlie Matthews does the same on the opposite side of the ring. As they both reach their feet, they charge at each other, both men trying to reach an advantage… *BOOOM!* …and both men collide! The force of two three-hundred plus pounders colliding body to body pushes both backwards, but the Maori Badass blindly swings with a left cross, connecting right with the side of Grappler’s head! Matthews rocks back, and Va’aiga fires another! And the Maori shoots a kick into the gut of Charlie! Out of NOWHERE, Va’aiga scoops Charlie up, holding him horizontally…and then drops down, SLAMMING GRAPPLER TO THE MAT WITH A MAORI DROP!!!! “ANOTHER MAORI DROP!” cries Riley, “hallelujah, it’s raining men, it’s raining Grapplers, dead boom gone VA’AIGA’S KEEPING THE TITLE!” Va’aiga stays right down on top of Matthews as Nick Soapdish counts. All twenty thousand fans stand up out of their seats, looking on in anticipation for the pinfall! “ONE!” “TWO!” “THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!” “HE KICKED OUT!” rejoices Comet, “Charlie Matthews just kicked out of the Maori Drop!” “What the HELL?!” questions Riley, in shock, “and look at Va’aiga! I think his head’s going to pop; he’s SEETHING! I wouldn’t want to be Nick Soapdish OR Charlie Matthews right now!” Va’aiga gets up off of Grappler, smoke pouring out of his ears as he gets right in Nick Soapdish’s face, shouting obscenities and derogatory remarks! Soapdish backs off, but the Maori shoves him into the turnbuckle anyway! Va’aiga slides out of the ring and goes to ringside, where he grabs a steel chair! With jeers raining down on him, the world champion slides back into the ring. Soapdish tries to stop him, warning him that he’ll be disqualified if he uses it, but Va’aiga will not listen! Oblivious to all of this, Charlie Matthews slowly brings himself up to his feet, when Va’aiga rears back and swings! *CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!* *DING!* “Ladies and gentlemen,” begins Funyon, as Va’aiga throws the chair down, “the winner of the fall as a result of a DIS – QUALIFICATION, CHAAAAAARLIE ‘GRAPPLER’ MAAAAAAATTHEWS! Matthews now has one fall, and Va’aiga has none. The ten second rest period will now begin.” Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
the.weej 0 Report post Posted March 8, 2004 “I’m the biggest Unnamed fan in the world,” bemoans Riley, “but that may have been the stupidest thing Va’aiga’s ever done! I mean, why didn’t he just do that when the referee WASN’T looking?” “When anger grabs a hold of you, Bobbo,” begins Comet, “you lose all reason. I think Va’aiga may be kicking himself later for doing that, but now he feels justified!” As the rest period begins, Va’aiga continues to shout at Nick Soapdish. Grappler, meanwhile, remains unmoving on the mat. However, as the ten seconds comes close to expiring, he rolls onto his stomach, slowly crawling over to the nearest turnbuckle. Finally, the ten seconds are up, and Va’aiga sets his sights on Matthews, who has just used the turnbuckle to pull himself to his knees! *DING!* Grappler finally pulls himself up to his feet, but just as he does this, Va’aiga charges from the opposite turnbuckle, building up a full head of steam as he runs… *BOOOOOOOOOM!* …sandwiching Grappler between himself and the turnbuckle! After the enormous avalanche, Va’aiga does just what he did earlier in the match, wrapping his arm around Grappler’s throat and falling back, executing an inverted DDT! As soon as they hit the mat he again wraps his legs around Matthews’ body, holding him in a vice and completing the Pacific Stretch! “Unbelievable!” commends Riley, “I think I love Va’aiga! I mean, sure, the guy went and lost himself a fall, but this is genius! He knocks Grappler almost out cold, and then locks him in this DEADLY submission!” “This may have all been part of the plan for Va’aiga,” agrees Comet, “but to me it seems more of an opportunistic move. Either way, I don’t foresee Matthews lasting very long; after all he’s gone through, we may see a quick submission!” Not an entirely quick submission, however, as Matthews, despite his weakened state, continues to try and fight the move! “GRA – PULL – ER!” “GRA – PULL – ER!” The Staples Center rallies behind Grappler, trying to fuel his fire and keep him from submitting to the agonizing, windpipe-constricting, brutal Pacific Stretch! Matthews reaches out towards the ropes with BOTH arms, but he still can’t get a hold on them! He tries the legs…but no dice! “THERE’S NO ESCAPE!” cries Riley, “There’s no way out, you sap, just tap out and end your misery! You CAN’T get out of the Pacific Stretch this time!” Grappler takes one last look at the ropes. He feels the pain racing through his body, and for the first time in a very, very, very long time… TAP TAP TAP *DING!* The crowd sits in shock as Va’aiga relinquishes the Pacific Stretch, leaving Matthews a beaten carcass on the mat as he retreats to the opposite corner. “Ladies and gentlemen,” booms Funyon, “the winner of the fall, via submission, VAAAAAA’AAAAIGA! Va’aiga currently has one fall. There will now be a ten second rest period.” “This can’t be good for Citizen Matthews,” begins Comet, “he just had his energy, his life FORCE sucked out of him with that Pacific Stretch!” “And he tried to be a brave hero and suck it up,” scoffs Riley, “he should’ve tapped right away to at least save SOMETHING.” But what’s done is done, and as the rest period begins, Va’aiga rests against the turnbuckle, regaining his energy and nursing his right arm. Matthews, on the other hand, looks like a shell of what he was at the beginning of the match; gasping for breath, clutching his ribs, wincing in pain. He doesn’t even get to his feet by the time the ten second rest expires. *DING!* Va’aiga rushes out of the corner and dives down on top of Matthews with a double axe handle right to the ribs! Again, the Maori mounts the challenger and begins shooting left and right hands down on his face, bruising his face with malice! Va’aiga finally gets off of Matthews, satisfied with his handiwork, and brings him back up to his feet. Va’aiga measures the Grappler up, and then rears back, with all his power- *SMACK!* -slapping the taste out of Grappler’s mouth again! As Matthews staggers back against the turnbuckle, Va’aiga cocks his arm back and swings, unleashing a deadly Maori uppercut! He rears back… and uses a second! A third! He arches his head back and then SNAPS it forward, attacking Grappler with another headbutt! Finally ending the rampage, the champion wraps his arms around Matthews’ midsection and arches back, snapping the challenger up and over his head with a release belly to belly suplex! Relentlessly, Va’aiga brings Matthews right back to his feet and stands behind him, hooking his arms in a double chickenwing before arching back again and dropping Grappler right onto the back of his neck with a tiger suplex! Va’aiga holds onto the pin as Matthews struggles to break free! “ONE!” “TWO!” KICKOUT!!!!! Matthews rolls off of his shoulders and saves himself, much to the delight of the Los Angeles fans. “Va’aiga’s trying to keep his investment safe,” Comet notes, “as he’s just relying on big power moves to keep Grappler down. He doesn’t want to blow something and have it cost him the fall, or, eventually, the title.” “Even if lightning struck down on the champ and he DID lose a fall,” rebuts Riley, “he still wouldn’t lose the MATCH. We’ve seen it happen before, hell, Grappler won the very first fall, but Va’aiga has come back and fought stronger than ever! Matthews doesn’t stand a chance.” Va’aiga again brings Grappler right back up to his feet and, standing behind him, traps him in a tight waistlock! The Maori plants his feet and tries to arch back, but Charlie won’t budge! Matthews is able to fight out of the waistlock, duck behind Va’aiga, and grab both of his arms, pulling them back into a double chickenwing! Instead of executing a tiger suplex like his opponent did, Charlie keeps the pressure on the injured right arm, milking it with this submission hold! “LET’S – GO – GRAPP – LER!” “LET’S – GO – GRAPP – LER!” Va’aiga hollers out in pain, and Nick Soapdish immediately begins questioning the champion if he wants to quit. Of course, the Maori shouts out a resounding “NO!!!” but the pain etched on his face cannot be denied. “This is what I mean, Bobbo,” Comet adds, “just one simple suplex reversal by Matthews led to Va’aiga being in a world of hurt, courtesy of a double chickenwing!” “If I were the champ right now,” begins Riley, “I’d just quit, regain my bearings, and kick Grappler’s ass and get two straight falls on him. It’s not worth it to try and fight the hold when you’ve got nowhere to go.” With that, Va’aiga brings his head forward…and then THROWS it back, hitting a HUGE headbutt that knocks Grappler senseless and releases the submission! “…or he could do that,” Riley notes. With Matthews stunned, Va’aiga decides to lay off the arm usage for a while, and he shoots his leg backwards, catching Grappler in the gut with a mule kick. He the reaches back, grabs Charlie in a side headlock with his left arm, and runs forward, finally leaping up and dropping down with a bulldog headlock on the challenger! With that, Va’aiga screams “BOO – YAH! IT’S TIME!” combining catchphrases from two mastodons of the wrestling world to signal for the end of this match. He brings Grappler up and wraps his right arm around Matthews’ head, using his other hand to scoop Grappler up for none other than the move that took Nathaniel Kibagami out, the Southern Lights Bomb…but his right arm gives out, and at that moment, Charlie drops down and pulls Va’aiga’s right arm over, flipping the champion down to the mat with an armdrag! “GRAP – PULL – ER!” “GRAP – PULL – ER!” Va’aiga rushes to his feet, not looking to be outdone, but Grappler rises as well, and catches the oncoming champion with ANOTHER armdrag on the injured arm! The same thing occurs again as both men charge at each other, but this time the Maori ducks Matthews’ attack and again stands side-to-side, grapevining his leg for a side Maori leg sweep… but Grappler escapes it, pulling Va’aiga’s right arm behind his back and pushing his left arm across his throat, completing the crossface chickenwing again! The crowd ERUPTS as all of Matthews’ work on Va’aiga’s arm comes to a thrilling climax, and the champion struggles to do whatever he can to break free! “This is it, Bobbo!” cries Comet, “I can sense this submission coming from a mile away! Va’aiga’s arm has been worked over so masterfully in this match; I think I can feel it tearing out of the socket as we speak! His right arm isn’t long for the world!” “Just SUBMIT, Va’aiga!” begs Riley, “you’re much better off! Just kick his ass later, don’t suck it up now!” The hold continues to press on and Va’aiga refuses to quit, despite Nick Soapdish standing right in his face and asking if he gives up. The Champion tries to drag both his and Grappler’s weight towards the ropes, but the amazingly strong Matthews holds his ground, refusing to leave his prime spot in the middle of the ring! The lights begin to dim in Va’aiga’s eyes, as not only is his arm tearing apart, but the forearm across his throat isn’t doing wonders to help his breathing, either! “YOU GOTTA TAP!” “YOU GOTTA TAP!” Even though it would probably be hard for Va’aiga to tap out from a standing position, the fans are adamant about seeing the champion give up. Even as his breathing becomes slower, Va’aiga refuses Soapdish’s questions, slowly… going… limp… …so Matthews takes the opportunity and arches back, bringing Va’aiga up over his head with a Millennium Suplex from the crossface chickenwing, with a bridged pin! “ONE!” “TWO!” ”THREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!” *DING!* The crowd explodes! “Ladies and gentlemen,” begins Funyon, “the winner of the fall, by pinfall, CHAAAAAAAARLIE ‘GRAPPLER’ MAAAAAAAAAAAATTHEWSSSSSS! Matthews is now up one fall, and there will be a ten second rest period.” “What ingenuity by Matthews!” commends Comet, “Va’aiga outright refused to submit, so Grappler did the only thing he could do, which was turn the submission into a pinning combination and get the fall! Masterful work!” “Even I have to admit that was smart work,” agrees Riley, “but again I say, Va’aiga, you idiot! Not only does he stay in the hold for that insane amount of time, but he doesn’t even counter it and he ends up getting pinned! Screw pride, Va’aiga, you could’ve rebounded!” “Now you really are sounding like an RIAA – distributed mp3, Bobbo.” As the rest period begins, Matthews releases the hold and slowly moves towards a corner, which he uses to lean against and shake the cobwebs out. Va’aiga, meanwhile, can only keep his right arm close by, checking to see if it is completely broken. Nevertheless, he crawls towards Matthews’ opposite corner and uses his left hand to pull on the rope and bring himself up. *DING!* As the sixth round of the match begins, the crowd’s buzz of anticipation grows bigger than it has seemingly ever been in this match. Every fan in the Staples Center is either standing or cheering their lungs out, showing their support. With the bell ringing there is a brief pause…and then they charge. Like football players without the pads (and MORE BALLS~), they lunge at one another, and Matthews goes right for Va’aiga’s right arm, trapping it in a wristlock! The champion expected this, however, and he is able to shoot his left arm around and shake Grappler off with two hard blows to the head. In an attempt to slow the challenger down, Va’aiga wraps his left arm around the neck of Charlie, squeezing tight with a standing chinlock, but Matthews immediately drops down to his knees, causing Va’aiga’s jaw to smash against the dome of his head! The Maori recoils and holds his jaw, which allows Grappler to get back to his feet, turn around, wrap his arms around Va’aiga’s midsection, lift him up…and drop him across his outstretched leg with an inverted atomic drop! As the champion doubles over in pain, Grappler is able to stretch Va’aiga’s arm behind his back in a hammerlock, and then, with his right arm, reach between his legs, scoop him up, and snap around, drilling him to the mat with a hammerlock-assisted powerslam! “And the arm work CONTINUES!” Comet helpfully points out, “I guess Citizen Matthews figures if he can get a pinfall off of supreme arm work earlier in the match, if he works on it some more, he could get the next fall and the title that way!” “Comet, if Va’aiga didn’t submit when he could afford to lose a fall,” replies Riley, “then he won’t submit when his TITLE is on the line in this fall.” Instead of going for the pin, Matthews brings Va’aiga right back up and takes him by the arm, whipping him towards the corner of the ring! The champion crosses the ring and hits the turnbuckle hard back-first, only to see Grappler charge at him from the other side, and, once Charlie is almost there, he leaps up, sailing the rest of the way and SQUASHING against Va’aiga with a stinger splash! As Va’aiga stumbles out of the corner, Matthews traps him in a front facelock, which causes the crowd to explode! After looking at the Staples Center crowd, Matthews hoists the Maori smoothly upside down in the air, holding him there before turning around and snapping down, hitting the WAKE UP CALL! “OUT OF NOWHERE!” screams Comet, “Charlie Matthews just hit Va’aiga with the Wake Up Call out of nowhere! No one has EVER kicked out of that move, not even Va’aiga earlier in the match! We’re going to have a new champion!” “This can’t be happening!” Riley cries, “All that work…for nothing! What the hell is this?!” Matthews stays right on top of Va’aiga as the twenty thousand in attendance count along with Nick Soapdish! “ONE!” “TWO!” “THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” …NOOOOOOOOO! VA’AIGA GETS THE SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST POSSIBLE THOUSANDTH OF A SECOND!! “THIS IS INCREDIBLE!” shouts Comet, over the noise of the crowd, “VA’AIGA JUST KICKED OUT OF THE WAKE UP CALL!” The crowd reaches a fevered pitch of cheering and chants. “LET’S – GO – GRAPPLER!” “LET’S – GO – GRAPPLER!” Nonplussed, Matthews brings Va’aiga up to his feet and scoops him up, holding him horizontally before charging forward, across the ring! He then lunges forward, dropping the champion down WITH AUTHORITY with a RUNNING MAORI DROP!!! “SWEET MERCY!” bellows Comet, “Matthews just used the Maori Drop on Va’aiga!” The crowd EXPLODES at the sight of the move, growing louder than ever! “I can hardly hear myself think!! Shut up all of you!” Riley screams. “You think!?” ”What!? I can’t hear you!” “Nevermind, then!!” Soapdish drops down to count again, as Matthews holds Va’aiga for the pin! “ONE!” “TWO!” “THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” Va’aiga shoots his shoulder up, just barely, but it’s enough! Some of the crowd, disappointed, dies down, but at least seventeen thousand other fans are still wildly cheering their hearts out for both of these gladiators. Sucking in breath, Matthews gets to his feet and brings Va’aiga up, before hoisting him up on his shoulders in an inverted fireman’s carry! The crowd reaches an even more insane level of noise, as Matthews attempts to traps Va’aiga’s arms, looking to hit the Va’aiga Stinger! “HOW POETIC!” Comet notes, “Matthews is using the move that Va’aiga used to injure so many others; Xstasy, Danny Williams…we’ve never seen them since they took the Va’aiga Stinger, and Citizen Matthews is looking to send Va’aiga back to hell for good with his own move!” “Blasphemy!” Riley cries, “This is a joke, a farce, a hoax, whatever! He can’t do this to Va’aiga! Someone, stop the damn match and let Va’aiga keep the title!” Grappler continues to struggle trapping Va’aiga’s arms…but the big Maori fires his left fist down, right on top of Matthews’ head! And a second time! A third! A fourth! A fifth! Finally, Va’aiga drops his legs down and lands on the ground, behind Charlie! Still obscenely drained from the last two moves taken, Va’aiga simply grabs Matthews by the back of the head and runs at the nearest turnbuckle, slamming his face into it! The blow takes Matthews by surprise, giving Va’aiga time to slowly back up, half way across the ring…and then charge forward, extending his boot out- *BOOM!* -nailing a PERFECT YAKUZA KICK TO THE BACK OF GRAPPLER’S HEAD!!! Va’aiga’s exhaustion overcomes him, but as he falls to the mat he latches his left arm between Matthews’ legs and pulls him back, right into a roll up! “ONE!” “TWO!” “THREEEEEEEEEEEEEENOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Matthews gets his shoulder up, and the crowd roars again! “This is turning into a game of one-upmanship!” Comet says, “as both men are doing whatever they can to put each other down for the count. So far, nothing’s working! This is a testament to both men’s vitality and strength!” “I’m just SO proud of Va’aiga!” Riley beams, “He took two finishers, one of them his own, but he was STILL able to get out of the career-ending Va’aiga Stinger and get right back into this match! Victory will be ours!” “VO – ENG – UH – SUCKS!” “VO – ENG – UH – SUCKS!” Both men slowly… slowly get to their feet, and, just like the previous times, charge at each other with malice etched on their faces! Grappler extends his arm and swings for a lariat of massive proportions…but Va’aiga ducks, spins around, and wraps his arm around Matthews’ neck in an inverted facelock! The crowd goes NUTS as Va’aiga pressures Grappler back to lock in the Pacific Stretch, but Grappler does not budge! The challenger holds his footing as Va’aiga simply holds the normal dragon sleeper in…until Charlie charges backwards, running Va’aiga right into the turnbuckle! *BOOM!* The hold is still applied, so Matthews backs up… *BOOM!* …a second time! With the wind knocked out of him, Va’aiga lets go and leans back against the turnbuckle, completely and utterly exhausted. Matthews even takes a brief second to catch his breath, before he ducks under the champion’s arm and wraps his arms around his waist, lifting him up and onto the top rope! Grappler goes up to the very top rope with the Maori, and it looks like the rope itself could snap in an instant! However, Charlie reaches down to Va’aiga…and traps him in a front facelock! “HOLY SHIT!” Comet blurts out, uncharacteristically, “ARE WE GOING TO SEE A TOP ROPE, SUPER WAKE UP CALL?!?!?” “Oh god, I hope not!” Riley cries, “Va’aiga’s going to reverse it, because that’s what he does! This can’t be happening!” Grappler pulls Va’aiga up, so both men are standing straight, and Charlie pulls on Va’aiga’s tights…but the Maori sends a hard punch into Matthews’ ribs! And a second! And a third! The third finally causes Grappler to release the facelock, and as soon as he does, the Champion scoops Matthews up, holding him horizontally! “I TOLD YOU, COMET, I TOLD YOU!” Riley gloats, “IT’S TIME FOR A TOP ROPE MOTHER FUCKING MAORI DROP!!!” Va’aiga prepares for takeoff…but the side holding Grappler’s upper body, the RIGHT ARM, gives out! Va’aiga takes a second to shake some feeling into it. But that’s all Grappler needs. In one swift motion, Matthews escapes out of Va’aiga’s clutches, takes a hold of his right arm, and twists it around as both men fall to the mat from a TOP ROPE ARMDRAG THAT NEARLY TEARS VA’AIGA’S SHOULDER RIGHT OUT OF THE SOCKET! Both men hit the mat, and as soon as they do, Grappler twists the limp right arm of Va’aiga behind his back, presses his left across his windpipe, and latches on the CROSSFACE CHICKENWING!!! “IN ALL MY YEARS,” begins Comet, “OF WRESTLING, SEXING, AND COMMENTATING, I HAVE *NEVER* SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THIS IN MY LIFE!!” “Unbelievable!” agrees Riley, “And no, not in a good, happy way! This is awful, and I can’t believe it’s happening!” From this grounded position, Matthews rolls onto his back, and wraps his legs around Va’aiga’s midsection in a tight body vice! The pain is unbearable for Va’aiga, and the Los Angeles crowd is completely wrapped up in the moment! ”TAP OUT!” “TAP OUT!” “TAP OUT!” Va’aiga doesn’t even look conscious as Matthews viciously keeps the crossface chickenwing in, tightening the hold with both of his arms. The entire arena expects to hear a loud “snap” from the right arm socket, but so far, the only sounds heard are Va’aiga’s screams of pure agony. Va’aiga wildly looks around the arena. He sees his title victory last month over Danny Williams. He sees himself kicking Grappler out of The Unnamed. He sees his title rapidly slipping away. He feels his arm snapping in two. His left arm rises above the mat… …the crowd gets louder than it possibly could… …and with one last agonizing cry… TAP TAP TAP Pop the crowd like a friggin’ cherry. *DING DING DING!* The roof of the arena BLOWS OFF COMPLETELY as Metallica’s “Some Kind of Monster” kicks in! These sounds are the sweetest that Charlie Matthews has ever heard as he relinquishes the crossface chickenwing and rolls away from the champion. “LAAAAAAAAADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!” Funyon cries, “THE WINNER OF THIS CONTEST, AAAAAAAAAAND NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWW SMARKS WRESTLING FEDERATION HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WOOOOOOOOOOORLD, CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARLIE ‘GRAPPLER’ MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTHEWSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!” “NO! NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!” Riley repeats, “This can’t be happening, it just can’t! What the hell is this?! Va’aiga was the most honorable champion we’ve ever had! Now the title’s held by a hairy beast who, two month’s ago, was a lackey! And before that, he was a freakin’ game show host!” “What a MOMENT!” adds Comet, “Charlie Matthews worked on Va’aiga’s arm like a PRO, and did what few men have EVER done: make Va’aiga submit! I give a standing ovation to both men’s endurance and power, but in the end, Charlie Matthews wins the day, and the Championship!” Matthews is on the ground, leaning against the bottom turnbuckle, soaking in the moment. Truth be told, he still can’t believe this is actually happening. But Nick Soapdish handing him the gold might change that. As the guard is passed, Matthews grabs a hold of the gleaming World Championship and pulls himself up to his feet. 326 days ago, he debuted. Now, he’s at the top of the mountain. “Ladies and gentlemen,” begins Comet, “what a night…what a moment! Charlie Matthews has climbed to the top, but the challenge of the Unnamed, and every other SWF superstar, has just begun! After an AMAZING pay-per-view, for Bobbo Riley, I’m Cyclone Comet, and THANK YOU for watching From the Fire 2004!” Charlie Matthews triumphantly hoists his Championship up into the air and the Los Angeles fans explode. With that, the screen fades to nothingness, and everyone can sleep soundly. Let the era of old school begin. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ © 2004 Noble Gas Productions Smarks Wrestling Federation http://www.theswf.net ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
the.weej 0 Report post Posted March 8, 2004 whew. Well, what can I say? Well, a fair amount, actually, but I'll save it for the comments thread. Very, VERY good show match-wise here, though, so I'm proud. But you know the rules, no results! You must read if you want to know... Card will be up in record time, but when it goes up, the reason for that will be obvious. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
