Lockdown losing matches

[Cuban Linx 0]

Well, at least i actually wrote something instead of no-showing like usual, though this is only a match in the loosest definition of the word.

 

 

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Lockdown returns to the air, the SWF’s worldwide fans greeted with a full church choir softly singing as the lights dim, triggering a wave of venom as they all know just who’s on their way.

 

Riley: “You’re back just in time fans, as our Lord and Savior is about to bless us with an appearance!”

 

AC/DC’s “Shoot To Thrill” plays over the sound system, the boos increasing in volume as blue and white strobe lights dance around the arena, Todd Royal stepping out onto the stage with Megan Skye at his side! The pair confidently stride towards the ring, Funyon beginning the introductions.

 

Funyon: “Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is a TRIPLE THREAT match for the unified UNITES STATES/JUNIOR LEAGUE CHAMPIONSHIP!!! Entering first, he weighs 220 pounds from San Diego, California, accompanied by MEGAN SKYE, this is TODD ROYAL!!!”

 

Megan applauds as Todd steps up onto the apron, climbing into the ring as he prepares to bring the gold back to the Unnamed.

 

Comet: “We’ve got quite the title matchup for you fans, as Stryke, coming off a successful defence against Edward James, have to face not one but TWO challengers in Todd Royal and the man he beat to win the USJL Title, Coy West.”

 

Riley: “I’m torn, Comet. I want Stryke to retain the belt for as long as possible, but at the same time I’d love to see our lord Todd take the gold into the Unnamed camp, Todd knows Royal is WELL overdue for SWF gold. As long as that idiot Coy doesn’t win it’s all good.”

 

Royal’s music fades as he goes through a few final stretches on the ropes, and the crowd’s booing is quickly replaced with raucous cheers as the former US Champion Coy West males his way out of the entrance, foregoing the usual fanfare of music and pyro as he heads directly for the ring, looking more focused than he ever has been, eyes not leaving Royal for a second.

 

Funyon: “Now making his way to the ring, weighing 253 pounds from Altanta, Georgia, “WILD” COY WEST!!!”

 

Comet: “We’ve seen a chance in attitude for Coy West, no longer the Coyote he looks to be far more serious and determined to succeed in the SWF. He gets his chance tonight, with a shot to become a two-time USJL Champ.”

 

Coy slides into the ring, testing the spring of the ropes as he’s careful to keep an eye on both Royal and Megan Skye on the floor. Once again the Iowa crowd descends into boos however as a huge wall of blue and silver pyrotechnics erupts from the stage, Cypress Hill’s “How I Could Just Kill A Man” announcing the arrival of the USJL Champion.

 

Comet: “Well judging from the crowd reaction there’s no question that Coy West will be the fan favorite tonight, I can’t think of two more individuals deserving of the crowd’s contempt than Stryke and Todd Royal.”

 

Stryke purposely moves out of the entrance towards the ring, US belt around his waist as he totally ignores the crowd’s thoughts towards him, looking like he’s rather be anywhere in the world than Des Moines Iowa.

 

Funyon: “And now the champion, he weighs 217 pounds from Sydney, Australia, and is the DEFENDING UNITED STATES/JUNIOR LEAGUE CHAMPION, this is STRYKE!!!”

 

Riley: “Stryke has been impressive in his latest return to active competition, and he has a great opportunity to cement his position and show he belongs in the SWF with a win tonight. Up against Todd Royal it won’t be easy though, but no matter who wins this shouldn’t be anything less than great.”

 

Stryke steps into the ring, handing the belt off to Funyon as referee Kivell signals for the bell!

 

DING DING DING!

 

A cheer goes up as the match officially begins, Stryke, Coy and Royal circling each other, no one wanting to make the first mistake. Suddenly THE ELK appears, SPEARING ALL THREE MEN AT ONCE~!!! Stryke falls on top of Royal and Coy!

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THREE! STRYKE RETAINS!

 

DING DING DING!

 

Riley: “Well, so much for my ‘this will be great’ comment.”

 

THE ELK spears Riley as Lockdown returns to commercials.

[Guest vitriol]

I lost, as I thought I would, but I really really want feedback. Please.

 

 

 

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“It might be worth noting that Stillwell is not at ringside tonight, Bobby. That may or may not mean something.”

 

“I don’t think it really matters. Tryst is here, so that means Stillwell is probably here somewhere, too.”

 

“Good point.”

 

“Just stating the obvious.”

 

“This is a pretty even match-up, if you look at the figures. Tristan has a good three inches or so and a few pounds on Maddix, but he’s just slightly slower than La Cucaracha.”

 

“As far as styles go, they’re very similar. Both primarily high flyers, they can work all around if it comes down to it. I have to admit, Comet, on paper this looks like a damn good match.” Comet, sniffing as if on the verge of crying, pats Riley on the shoulder.

 

“The first agreement of the night…it’s always so sweet. In any case, I think it will also look good on the screen. Here comes Maddix!”

 

The lights dim slowly, down to near darkness as a quiet buzz fills the arena. A few seconds of the near darkness pass, before suddenly a bass beat echoes out from the P.A system...

 

"Dirty Dog

I'm, I'm a dirty dog

I'm a dirty dog

I'm, I'm a dirty dog

Dirty Dog

I'm a dirty dog

Dirty Dog"

 

Drums begin to sound out with the bass as "Lapdance" by N.E.R.D hits, and four bright blue lights illuminate the arena from the entrance way. The flash two at a time, alternating back and forth like a strobe light. The crowd responds with a chorus of disinterest, mocking him to the best of their abilities, and from behind the curtain steps the smug, conceited Landon Maddix. Landon stops at the top of the ramp and thrusts his hands out to his side as the lights return back to normal. Landon turns back to the curtains... Megan Skye follows out from the back. They then walk down the ramp, with Landon leading the way, trash talking with fans on the way down the ramp.

 

”And his opponent...being accompanied by Megan Skye…weighing in at two hundred ten pounds and standing at five feet ten inches tall...hailing from Huron, South Dakota…representing the House of Todd and the unnamed…ladies and gentlemen, he is Laaaaaaaandoooooooooooon Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaddiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiix!”

 

"Ooh baby you want me? Well you can get this lapdance here for free."

 

The crowd, less than enamored with Maddix, jeers him like a one-legged, red-headed step-child. Brushing it off like nothing, Landon jumps up onto the apron, reaching down to help Megan up with him. First he holds open the middle rope for Megan to get into the ring; he runs over to the turnbuckle and jumps up onto the second rope to taunt the crowd for a moment. He looks out at them with a wily smile, holding out his hands as if to beg them to come for him. Stopping at last, he leaps over the top rope and lets his gaze settle on the figure of his opponent. The infamous Tristan Whitt.

 

“Obviously, Maddix thinks he’s a shoe-in for the win tonight. He’s eyeballing Tryst like he’s a white kid on the black side of town!”

 

“I’ll thank you to keep the racial similes to yourself. I’ll agree, however. Maddix is in for one terribly rude awakening. And I mean rude like a Californian!”

 

Megan Skye, glancing over to Tryst, quickly makes to exit the ring as his gaze meets hers. A bit intimidating, it is, but Maddix doesn’t seem to be affected. As soon as Skye is out of the ring the bell is sounded, and we begin. Maddix lackadaisically heads toward Tryst, who merely stands his ground with a satisfied smile. Darting in at the last moment, Landon reaches around Tristan’s waist and tries to tackle him. Nimbly avoiding the lock, however, Tryst uses his own momentum against him to pull him down into a ddt. Releasing and springing back to his feet, Tristan takes in the atmosphere, looking out into the sea of nameless fans. Adoring fans. In the middle of a deep, steadying breath, Maddix reaches him from behind and, grabbing his shoulder with a firm hand, spins him about face. Dizzily standing before his opponent, Tryst is helpless to counter the quick right hands that fire off like gunshots. The first knocks him slightly to the right. Mid-recovery, strikes two and three come through, effectively knocking him off of his feet and struggling to get a hand on the ropes for leverage.

 

“Tristan Whitt, welcome to the SWF! He’s going to feel those in the morning.”

 

“He will recover, though. He’s just relishing the feeling of all that energy coming in from the crowd. I’ve done that before, myself.”

 

“Yes, but Comet, that’s because you’re also—”

 

“Quiet.”

 

Grinning wolfishly at the crowd, Maddix moves in on his prey. Leaning him back against the ropes, he grabs a hold of his hand and sends him barreling down a path to the other side of the ring. Turning to take advantage, he sets up for an easy clothesline, but the rapid steps of the Sherwood Fable are one step ahead. Ducking underneath, he manages to reach a hand around Landon’s neck and throws his feet out from underneath himself, dropping Landon to the mat with him. Hard.

 

“Ouch! That’s gotta hurt.”

 

“A risky move, but they sometimes pay off big!”

 

His head ricocheting off of the mat, Maddix instinctively grabs hold of it. Meanwhile, Tryst is back on his feet and trying to take advantage. Moving to the nearest turnbuckle, he climbs up in a fury. Step, step, step, he launches himself into a back flip that sees him land knee first on Maddix’s head. He wastes no time, though, pulling Maddix back to his feet and pushing him back into the corner. A few quick punches to the gut to soften him up and he’s sending Maddix sprawling to the opposite corner of the ring. Following up as Maddix bounces backward from the turnbuckle, Tryst leaps nearly over his head and rolls him up into a pinning predicament. The referee, paying attention to a pretty face in the crowd, is slow to dive down to make the count.

 

 

ONE!

 

 

Maddix, foggy as he is, shakes furiously to try and break the hold.

 

 

TW- and he succeeds, breaking it just before the two count. Releasing and standing once more, Tryst decides to let Maddix get to his feet on his own, while Landon decides to try again to tackle Tristan; this time, he manages success. As they roll on the ground competing for leverage, they go from one end of the mat to the other, nearly rolling over the side more than once before a quick punch to the face puts Maddix on top. Pushing Tryst onto his stomach, Landon quickly locks on a cross-face armbar. However, shortsighted as he is, he locked it on too closely to the ropes, and an arm-flail to the right breaks the hold. Getting to his feet, a bit of frustration painted on his face, Maddix tries to devise a winning plan.

 

“A bit of unorthodox fighting from these two thus far. They’re typically fliers, but as was said earlier, they’re capable of shedding that title and showing their other talents.”

 

“That’s right, Bobby. They’re fighting more like they’re in a playground than a wrestling ring. Very interesting, as there is no history here.”

 

“Tryst seems to take anyone who he doesn’t consider a hero as a personal enemy. I don’t understand it, but that’s the general rule.”

 

They head for each other, locking up momentarily. Tryst spins it into a hammerlock, which is then reversed by Maddix, which is then reversed again by Tryst. Kicking a knee out from his enemy, Tryst forces Landon to his knees and then slams his face into the mat. Wasting no time for recovery, he quickly heads to the ropes and springboards off of them, moonsaulting into the air and onto Landon Maddix. He again thinks of trying for the quick pin, but thinks better of it and instead pulls him to his feet. Leaning him into the ropes, he pushes back for a quick start and sends him speeding toward the other side. Upon the return, he leaps into the air, and catches him in the chest with a standing drop kick! Maddix again hits the mat hard, and taking the first opportunity, he rolls out of the ring and tries to steady his feet on the outside. Tryst, looking unhappy at the sudden departure of his opponent, smiles as evilly as his sworn enemies. Surveying Maddix’s movements, he readies a stance. Maddix, oblivious, is having trouble keeping to his feet without the aid of Megan Skye. Skye, however, sees Tristan looking, and her face goes pale as a white picket fence.

 

“Uh oh, I think Maddix is about to spell trouble with a capital psycho!”

 

“That’s not a letter, Riley. Trouble is spelled with a—”

 

“I know, Comet. I know.”

 

As his feet begin to move, Tryst stares down his ultimate destination, and Megan Skye bolts. Leaving Maddix to stagger on his own, she runs as far from Tryst as she can possibly get. Maddix, oblivious to everything else, plays the sheep to Tristan’s fox. As the Sherwood Fable leaps into a dive over the ropes, Maddix is helpless to avoid the impact. Shoulder first, Tryst sends Maddix hard into the crowd barrier, avoiding it only because he hit Landon first. The referee throws up his hands at the loss of order, and the crowd pops for the high spot. Neither man moves a lot for the first few seconds after the impact.

 

“Wow! That’s a crumpled heap of wrestlers, right there. A train-wreck might not look that bad.”

 

“As I said before, big risks sometimes pay off with big payouts. Tryst took the risk, and although he’ll pay the price, he’ll reap the benefits of Maddix’s price as well.”

 

Tryst is the first to move, rolling off of his opponent and getting to hands and knees while Landon is still unable to move himself at all, save for his limbs. Putting a hand to the announce table to pull himself up, Tristan staggers to his feet, staying up only for the table. Maddix begins crawling toward the ring, showing obvious strain. Rolling himself into the ring, Tristan pulls on the ropes to get himself up as Maddix gets a hand on the ring apron and starts to pull himself up. As Tryst lets go of the ropes and walks unsteadily to the center of the ring, the crowd starts to chant for him. Maddix rolls into the ring, but Tryst doesn’t immediately go for him, instead choosing to fully recover first. A few moments pass, and he helps Maddix to his feet, locking up with him and making to whip him to the corner. Somehow, though, Maddix uses his weight as a counter balance, stopping the whip, and catches Tryst off-guard with a European uppercut!

 

“Nice counter by Maddix, but can he turn it into anything substantial?” wonders Riley.

 

“If he can jump on Tryst right away, he may be able to turn the tide of this match, which has been decidedly in Tristan’s favor until now.”

 

Putting a leg behind the Sherwood Fable and pushing him, he sends Tristan to the mat rather hard. Wasting no time with a stunned opponent, he looks to the turnbuckle and is there in a flash. Getting up top with remarkable speed, he stands just a moment, taking a deep breath, before launching himself into the air. High into the air. Locking himself into a backflip, he collides into Tryst with a shooting star press! The crowd oohs for the peak height of the flip, and collectively groans at the impact that it ultimately garners. Landon, hoping for a quick end to the misery, locks the leg and pushes the shoulders down.

 

 

ONE!

 

 

The impact of falling from as high as he did certainly didn’t help Tryst’s presence of mind any. Trying anxiously to shake the cobwebs, he tries to break the pin, but is unsuccessful.

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

Again, he tries to break the pin. He manages, but just barely. Landon gets back to his feet with a renewed vigor, and pulls Tryst up with him. Locking up, he jaws at someone in the crowd before saying something only audible to Tryst, and lifts him up into the air. Stalling for a moment, as if forgetting what he’s doing, he slams Tryst to the mat with a suplex, albeit a sloppy one. Releasing, he pulls Tryst to his feet again. A quick punch to the stomach, and he lifts him into the air, slamming him to the mat with a much crisper suplex. Releasing, he pulls Tryst to the center of the ring and, yelling something about Todd, goes for a figure-four leglock.

 

“Looks like he’s going for the Wrath of Todd here, which would spell disaster for Tryst.”

 

“Agreed, Bobby. A grounded flier is like a penguin in the woods.”

 

“That..uhh….that doesn’t really make sense, Comet.”

 

“Of course not, Bobby. Of course it doesn’t.”

 

Tryst manages to kick his way out of the leglock, much to the chagrin of Landon, who drops to the mat and begins pounding away at his face. One punch after another, they connect, trying to drill Tristan’s head through the ring mat. Relenting, finally, he pulls Tryst to his feet. Setting up from behind, he pulls Tryst down into a Dragon sleeper, and locks on a leg scissors for good measure. The crowd drops to a near hush as their hero lies prostrate in the hands of the enemy. At first, Tryst moves a lot, trying futilely to break the hold. As time passes, however, he moves less and less, until he finally stops moving completely. The crowd cheers for him to get up, chanting, pleading, but it has no effect, as he merely lies there trapped in the spider’s clutches. The camera focuses in on Maddix, spouting off some trash talk, then yelling at the ref to check for a knock out. Reluctantly, the referee makes his way over and gingerly lifts Tristan’s hand into the air. Letting go with a sigh, the hand starts to fall. A bead of sweat drips from Maddix’s face, fixed with concentration, and the hushed crowd pleads silently for the hand to rise. But, for the first time, it hits the ground.

 

 

 

ONE!

 

 

Being a tad slow about it, the referee takes a hold of the hand again, lifting it into the air and letting go. Maddix wrenches back on the neck harder, desperately hoping for an end. The hand starts to falter on the way down, but cuts downward through the air, thick as molasses, and strikes the ground again.

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

Lifting it for the third and final time, the referee lets go to a satisfied smile on the face of Landon Maddix, sure that he’s won the match. As the hand falls, slicing through the air like steel through cloth, the muscles in the arm tighten and stop moving. Two inches from the ground. The crowd explodes. Landon does too, but in a much different way. Frustration getting the better of him, he loosens up the hold unconsciously and allows Tryst to get a hold on the rope. Having no choice, he releases the hold entirely.

 

“I can’t believe Tryst got out of that. I’m not sure it’ll do the crazy Brit any good, though. He’s used too much energy.

 

“He has, but the crowd hasn’t. They’re a very important factor, friend. They’re like a battery pack for their hero, and he’s about to plug in.”

 

Landon, muttering under his breath as he gets to his feet, just barely gets his left arm up in time to block a blistering right hand from the Sherwood Fable. Striking back with one of his own, it’s blocked by Tryst. A quick kick to the stomach sends Maddix flailing backwards, and Tryst wastes no time with a knee to the face, sending him to the mat. Lifting him up to continue the assault, he receives a head BUTT to the face courtesy of Landon, who then starts with the offense. He pushes Tryst into the corner and rears back for a vicious punch, only to receive another kick to the stomach. Tryst, getting onto the middle rope, leaps off and catches Landon across the face with an elbow. Nearing on the brink of falling, he just barely manages to stay on his feet as Tryst, springing to his feet, locks him up from behind and lifts him rapidly into the air, slamming him down behind him with a german suplex. Releasing rather than bridging for the pin, he springs back up to his feet yet again, dragging Maddix with him, and whips him into the turnbuckle. Following in, he is unable to block when Maddix springs off of the bottom rope and catches him across the face with his leg! Breathing heavily, both men lie recovering on the ground. The crowd, their full weight behind Tryst, begins to rumble with chants of “Kill the fiend” springing up around the arena. They get stronger, growing in numbers, until eventually nearly the entire crowd is chanting.

 

KILL

 

 

THE

 

 

FIEND!

 

 

 

KILL

 

 

THE

 

 

 

FIEND!

 

“Isn’t that a bit extreme? The crowd is chanting for Tryst to kill Landon. Comet, you’re crazy. What’s your reaction?”

 

“Reaction? Only this, Bobby; there is no in-between for Tryst fans. Either you’re good or you’re evil. Landon is evil. Thus, he must die. It makes perfect sense to me.”

 

“….right.”

 

As they race to get to their feet, Tryst wins by a hair, locking up with Maddix and whipping him to the corner yet again. He doesn’t follow, which isn’t needed, as Maddix angrily races out to lock up again, and is hip-tosses half-way across the ring for his effort. He gets up, races again, only to end in the same result. Once more, the same result a third time, excepting that he lands on his head, keeping him down for longer. Tryst, recognizing this, executes a standing backflip, connecting with Landon and knocking the wind out of his fallen opponent. He hooks the leg for a pinning attempt, but it is broken before the one count. Landon gets up quickly, albeit groggily, and starts for Tryst. The Sherwood Fable, back on his feet dodges a quick move by Maddix, countering with a spinning heel kick that sends Landon reeling, stumbling, and grasping the rope for balance. Spinning La Cucaracha to face him, he knees him in the stomach for good measure, and then, grabbing him around the waist, hoists him up for a northern lights suplex! It ends with a hard crash into the mat, and Tryst hold it on for the pin.

 

 

ONE!

 

 

The suplex, fast and hard, dizzied Landon Maddix. Enough for him to lose the match? That remains to be seen. Groggy as he is, he shows signs of movement even now.

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

Struggling to break the pin, he comes up short, but he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t want to lose. Frantically, he squirms like a child caught in the arms of an angry parent.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THRE—

 

“No! That was a cloooooooose one, but Maddix just barely got out of it.”

 

“He’s just delaying the inevitable, Riley. He’s going to lose, and he knows it. The crowd knows it. YOU KNOW IT!”

 

“Uh huh.”

 

Tryst pulls Maddix back to his feet, putting him into a semblance of a sleeper hold. He only manages to keep it on for a few moments, however, before Maddix begins thrusting an elbow backwards, catching Tryst in the stomach. Once. Twice. Three times, and the hold is broken. He runs to the other side of the ring, bouncing off of the ropes for momentum, and heads straight toward Tryst. He attempts a running clothesline, but Tryst ducks, and Landon runs straight into the other ropes. He turns to face his opponent, only to be met with a kick square in the chest. Tryst sends Maddix stumbling backwards and into the ropes…

 

 

“Yes!”

 

“Noooooooooooooooooooooo!”

 

“Here we go, Bobby! The Crusaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaade!”

 

…and he bounces off, staggering forward and into the clutches of one Tristran Whitt. Lifting him quickly, he uses momentum to spin him in the air and slams him face-first into the mat!

 

“WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

 

Rolling him over onto his back, Tryst crawls over to make the pin, hooking the leg for good measure.

 

“Is it over? No! Get up Landon!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

The timing, the impact, Maddix is out like a light. Megan Skye cheers futilely for him outside the ring, but it may be too late for that.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

The crowd counts along with the referee, chanting in unison as the hand drops. Tristan blinks, sweat dripping from his lashes, his driven gaze wavering from weariness. He hopes, silently. He waits for the inevitable.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREEEEEEEEEEEE!

 

 

 

The crowd explodes into a chorus of cheers as the third and final count is made, and the timekeeper rings the bell.

 

“HERE is your winner, Tryyyyyyssssst!”

 

As “Forest” by System of a Down kicks in over the loudspeakers, Tryst gets to his knees, looking down at Maddix, and says what appears to be “You have been warned.” Without another word, he rolls out of the ring and heads slowly up the ramp toward the back as we cut to commercial.

[Guest Suicide King]

ELK = greatness.

[Guest Evolution]

The ending is a little wonky, but otherwise it's not too offensive. Maybe not putting over Danny enough, who knows?

 

Anyway, should I win the title from Grappler, Danny's got a title shot after my one show rest from the PPV. Hopefully Grappler will do the same thing if he beats me.

 

***

 

As the camera fades in on the locale for SWF Lockdown, the sight is not that of a familiar dome but one of a baseball stadium, SEC Taylor Stadium, to be exact. This site in Des Moines, Iowa is packed, folding chairs flowing among the grassy field as a ring sits just above second base, the lights illuminating the ring and the fans abuzz as the exciting night of SWF action continues.

 

NO!

NO!

NOTORIOUS!

 

Those words shatter the assorted sounds among the fans as they all stand up out of their chairs, emphatically booing the leader of the Unnamed as Spineshank’s “Synthetic” strikes up, echoing into the Des Moines night.

 

“Welcome back to Lockdown, citizens and citizenettes,” Cyclone Comet announces, “we’re in an odd venue tonight and it’s seasonably lukewarm here in Des Moines, Iowa, but I assure you, fans, the action has been hotter than ever tonight as we close in on Battleground, our April supercard that is less than two weeks away!”

 

“And the main event of that card will feature none other than this man entering right now!” Bobby Riley announces, saying no more and simply allowing the challenger to Charlie Matthews’ title at SWF Battleground on April 25th (order today) make his entrance.

 

John Duran does so, emerging from the visitor’s dugout with James Matheson behind him, making a rare appearance but looking as confident as ever in his client, towing the briefcase with him as they both scale the dugout steps, walking towards the aisle made by home plate and leading over the pitcher’s mound, taking slow deliberate steps as the guardrails are not enough to keep the fans from shoving middle fingers into Duran’s face.

 

“This sign of disrespect is popping up every time Duran walks to this ring, Comet!” Riley complains. “I don’t see why he should have to put up with this continually, since he will be the king of the hill after his match at Battleground, and I’m not talking about that pitcher’s mound that he’s walking over!”

 

“Coming down to the ring,” Funyon announces from the center of the ring, trying to speak over the boos, “from Champaign, Illinois…he is the Notorious…JOHN DURAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!”

 

“A win tonight over Citizen Williams would certainly be a big boost to John’s cause, Robert. Danny’s win over Charlie Matthews at the last show means that, in a way, a win over Danny is a win over the Grappler for Duran, and that would definitely feel good as the days dwindle down leading up to Battleground!”

 

“That win is definitely coming tonight, don’t you worry about a thing. Duran is slowly becoming more focused than he’s ever been in his entire career,” Riley affirms with a confident nod. Duran steps into the ring and moves towards the far corner, away from the entranceway as he has a little pow-wow with James Matheson, looking highly suspicious.

 

The crowd remains standing as In Flames’ “Jester Dance” dances its way out of the loudspeakers. The boos are immediately turned into cheers, and the chant is almost automatic.

 

“DAN-E!”

 

“DAN-E!”

 

“DAN-E!”

 

“And here comes a man who has been on fire lately!” Comet notes.

 

Coming from the home dugout, the reception is grand for the former SWF World Heavyweight Champion as he begins his walk down the makeshift aisle, his head held high and his walk confident as fans reach out to touch the man famous for his elbows, keeping an eye on his opponent to make sure that the Notorious One isn’t up to any shady business.

 

“And his opponent,” Funyon resumes his announcing duties, “from Louisville, Kentucky, this is DANNY WILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLIAMS!”

 

“A victory tonight for Daniel would be equally important to him,” Comet continues. “After defeating the World Champion on the last show, a victory over the man who will be facing the champion at the Battleground would unofficially make Danny the number one contender to the World Title! Danny has the skills, but Duran will likely do anything and everything in his power to pick up a victory!”

 

“That’s what separates Duran from Williams, Comet,” Riley declares, “Danny relies on his ability, but Duran sins to win, baby!”

 

Danny Williams steps up onto the ring apron, moving through the ring ropes and finally entering the ring, taking a look at Duran and Matheson in the opposite corner. The Notorious One glances back at Williams. Finishing his conversation with Matheson, Duran stands up in the corner and leans against the turnbuckles, staring at his opponent. Duran almost has a foot and twenty-five pounds advantage over Danny Williams, and yet Danny doesn’t look the least bit intimidated.

 

“John is a big man compared to Citizen Williams,” Comet admits, “but Danny has beaten much bigger.”

 

*DING DING DING*

 

Both Danny and Duran take a step towards the ring before they begin circling each other, the referee staying out of the path of these two powerful men as they quickly zero in on one another. They lockup with a sudden bang on the mat, Duran easily able to put pressure on Danny with the height advantage and turning it into a quick headlock, spinning around his left arm and wrapping it around the chin of Williams.

 

“That height advantage is going to work wonders for him in the early going, Comet.”

 

Danny quickly shuffles his feet back, however, and the Unnamed leader is forced to keep up with Williams as they back into the ropes. Danny uses his momentum to push Duran off him, sending John into the ropes. On the rebound, Danny comes forward and attempts to drive his elbow into the face of the Notorious One, but Duran sees it coming, ducking it and going behind the former champion as he comes to a halt.

 

“Well-scouted there by Citizen Duran,” Comet commends John.

 

Duran attempts to attack Danny from behind, but Danny beats Duran to the punch--or the elbow, rather, as he brings his elbow up and back, nailing Duran in the jaw, surprising John and sending him back a couple of steps.

 

“…But he didn’t see the elbow coming from behind!” Riley says with a disappointed groan.

 

Williams takes advantaged of the dazed Duran, turning around and quickly whipping his arm around, slamming it into the chest of the stable leader and sending him down to the mat! Danny goes for a quick cover, apparently looking for a “shock and awe” victory--or just assuming that Duran can’t take the arm power of Williams as the ref falls to the mat.

 

ONE!

 

Duran easily kicks out after the count of one however, as Danny didn’t even bother to hook the leg.

 

“Citizen Williams is establishing the arm early as his weapon, and if Duran can turn around on offense, I have no doubt we will see the notorious knees, Robert!”

 

“And those will hurt Danny as much as his elbows may be hurting Duran, if not more.”

 

For now, Danny is still in control as he brings Duran up by his jet black hair, holding his hair as the referee warns him to not abuse the hair of his opponent, shaking it off and holding Duran’s head steady as he fires up a couple of more elbows, slamming them into Duran’s jaw as John is once again backed into the ropes. Danny now grasps the near arm of Duran, going to whip him to the opposite side of the ring…but Duran reverses the momentum, looking to send Danny into the ropes…when Duran holds on to Danny’s arm, bringing him right back to Duran as the Notorious One brings a knee up, digging it into Williams’ abdomen as the boos resurface from the fans as they watch Danny double over in pain from the hard knee.

 

“What did I say, Comet?” Riley asks in a matter-of-fact tone.

 

“I never doubted you for a second, Robert. Duran is quickly becoming more and more dangerous with those knees, and if he can keep Danny from unleashing those elbows, he’ll have no problem winning this bout.”

 

Duran wraps his arms around Danny’s waist, hoisting his opponent up onto his shoulders momentarily before dropping sharply, slamming Williams down onto his shoulders with a quick gutwrench powerbomb. Instead of following that move up with a pinfall, however, Duran gets up and moves over to the right arm of Danny, kicking it out away from the former champion and then dropping a knee right onto the arm, Danny writhing in pain as Duran stands again, dropping the knee once again onto the arm!

 

“The sheer weight that Danny must be feeling from those knees has to be immense!” Comet yells with amazement, “Williams needs to find a way out of this predicament!”

 

Fortunately, Danny is able to roll away from the knees of Duran, finding the ropes and hoisting himself up. John looms over him, seemingly ready to strike as Danny fires back a right elbow, connecting it with the solarplexes of the Notorious One. The fans cheer as they watch Williams fight back with another elbow, Danny reaching an upright position and trying to fight off the pain in his right elbow as Danny is able to grab Duran’s arm and once again whip him into the ropes. It works this time, as Duran rebounds off the ropes. He hurdles towards Danny, but is able to duck the back elbow just in time as the Unnamed leader is able to put on the brakes, turn around and decimate “Williams” with a big clothesline, taking Williams down to the mat!

 

“Darn,” Comet curses (sort of), “Danny was very close to taking back an advantage in this match!”

 

“It just wasn’t meant to be,” cackles Riley, enjoying the sight of Danny holding his elbow, still in pain after those knees.

 

Duran drops to his knees, and appears to be covering Danny at first, but when the referee slides down for a closer look, he sees that the Notorious One is actually choking him! The fans boo one of Duran’s Notorious Tactics™, as the referee begins a five count just as Duran decides to break the choke, the boos increasing as Williams reaches his hands up to his neck to soothe it, gradually regaining his breath.

 

“Once again, Duran is blatantly cheating!” Comet despairs.

 

“Atta boy, Duran,” Riley encourages the Unnamed leader.

 

Duran remains on top of “Williams” Danny, not wanting his opponent to be rested as he brings Williams up by his shoulder length brown hair, tugging on the bangs as the ref warns him to watch the hair. Suddenly, Duran bends down, grasping the black tights of Danny and hoisting him over his head as the Notorious One taunts the fans while holding the prone Williams precariously in the air. Finally, John steps to the middle of the ring and takes a step forward as he releases the leader of the Unholy Trinity, making Danny plant his face hard into the mat from the Gorilla Press.

 

“Oh, geez,” Comet says with a slightly angered tone, “now Duran is simply toying with Citizen Williams! That’s no way to treat a former SWF Champion!”

 

“But it’s the perfect way to treat anyone associated with the Unholy Trinity!”

 

After the Gorilla Press from Duran, he still neglects going for the pinfall as he zeroes right back in on that right elbow of Danny, dropping a knee right on the elbow itself this time and not just the entire arm, the booing never coming to a halt as Danny squirms on the ground, his right elbow slowly getting demolished by the thunderous knees from the Notorious One.

 

“You know, Robert, I’m not entirely sure why Citizen Duran maintains going after the elbow like that. Besides the Break Point--a move that I haven’t seen in a dog’s age--he doesn’t really have any special move that would focus on the arm!”

 

“Comet, you have to understand this,” Riley puts it plainly, “Duran is not trying to weaken up Danny for a finisher involving the arms of Danny, he’s simply avoiding being FINISHED by those elbows!”

 

With that said, Duran reaches his feet again and then falls right back down, driving a knee into that elbow once again as Danny seems too shocked by the pain to do anything at the moment. John takes a moment after the second knee to once again yell at the fans packed into the baseball stadium, throwing his index finger into the air and yelling:

 

“ONE MORE TIME!”

 

“YES! YES! Do it one more time!” Riley begs.

 

The fans don’t want to see it one more time, however, and the jeers from the crowd are spreading around the SEC Taylor Stadium like wildfire. Nevertheless, Duran turns again to his prone opponent, approaching him again and lining up a third knee for that elbow…

 

…but Danny rolls out of the way this time! Duran hits his knees hard as the crowd explodes with cheers, the agile Williams sprawling to his feet and quickly doing a turn, bringing his leg up!

 

SMACK!

 

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

 

The sound of Danny’s white boots make an echoing smack against the back of Duran, as the unexpected attack from Danny works wonders, John immediately holding his back in obvious pain from the unmerciful kick from the Unholy Trinity leader. Without warning, Danny brings back his leg again, looking to kick another field goal through the uprights of Duran’s spine.

 

SMACK!

 

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

 

No matter how much they hate him, most of the crowd can feel Duran’s pain as he receives the brutal kicks to the back, but the crowd still cheers on this show of violence as Duran finally falls on his side, screaming as the marks of Danny’s white boots are already beginning to show on the broad back of the Notorious One!

 

“No! How could this be happening?” Riley wonders frantically.

 

“Citizen Williams turns the tables, and I must say that he has turned them in a big way!”

 

Although the kicks had plenty of gusto behind them, Danny retains a cold look on his face as he tries to shake off the pain in his right elbow, knowing that that is the dominant arm for his various elbow moves (although the left elbow is not out of the question just yet). Grabbing the left leg of the downed Duran, John rolls to his back and immediately tries to kick Williams off him, but Danny has a firm grip and begins to turn Duran’s body over, managing to do it without much more resistance and then pulling Duran’s body up sharply with that one leg, elevating the half crab to an amazing level!

 

“Duran’s body doesn’t bend that way!” Riley inaudibly pleads with Danny from the announce table as Danny seems almost ready to bend Duran so far backwards that the Notorious One will be able to kiss his own ankles, already writhing in pain inside the elevated half Crab.

 

“Danny knows the score in this match,” Comet realizes suddenly, “he knows that his elbows are going to get the brunt of Duran’s attack, so Danny is going to try and employ the same strategy and take out those dangerous knees that Duran has been using up to this point in the match!”

 

“But…but…that’s not fair!” Riley whines.

 

Danny prepares to shift all of his weight onto Duran’s head, but John senses this coming and immediately begins to scamper for the ropes, able to loosen the grip just enough so that he can get moving. The fans don’t like it, but Duran’s hand eventually clamps around the bottom rope before Danny can cinch it in tightly again, and the referee orders Williams to break the hold, which he does, after a moment.

 

“Excellent ring presence from Duran as he knew that the end could’ve been near if that idiot Danny tried to crush his head in that elevated half crab!” Riley praises the work of Duran.

 

“The move certainly did SOME damage to the left knee of Duran,” Comet counters.

 

As Danny steps away from the ropes, he continues to try and shake off the injury to his elbow, apparently taking longer to ignore the pain than it usually does for the adrenaline driven Williams. To take out his frustrations, Danny moves over to Duran and begins stomping away at the same leg that he used for the elevated half crab, the crowd cheering Williams along as he stomps away at the leg.

 

“Danny is holding his elbow for a reason, Robert, and he’s going after that knee for the same reason,” Comet explains, “he knows that Duran can do damage with that knee and his other one, and the sooner he can keep Duran from using those knees, the better off Danny will be in this match.”

 

Duran begins to work his way to the ropes, Williams backing off from the stomping as John pulls himself up to his feet using the ring ropes. Once Duran does shakily reach a vertical base, however, Danny is right back on the attack, throwing his left elbow into Duran’s jaw and backing John up against the ropes before firing another elbow, sticking to the left one as it is still able to stun Duran. The crowd is behind the Unholy Trinity member as he spins in a three hundred and sixty degree circle, finally coming back with his elbow as it drives hard into the jaw of Duran, sending the Notorious One sprawling over the top rope to the floor!

 

“And there goes Citizen Duran over the top rope! Danny has firmly taken control of this match, and now he has dispatched of John!”

 

ONE!

 

The referee immediately begins the ten count as Duran struggles to get to his feet once again, Danny watching carefully as he goes to the center of the ring, some of the fans in the arena already sensing what is coming next…

 

“That elbow might be going to the outside, Robert!”

 

“Damn, damn, damn!” Riley exclaims in frustration.

 

TWO!

 

Duran uses the edge of the guardrail to hoist himself up again, dazed beyond belief as Danny backs up into the ropes, rebounding and getting a nice running start before diving through the ropes, extending his elbow forward as he hurdles towards the Notorious One!

 

…CRASH!

 

The wicked Elbow Suicida hits its mark as both Danny and Duran tumble into the guardrail, pushing it back into the first row of fans as they tumble back onto the grass of the field at SEC Taylor Stadium. The referee is momentarily in shock from the big flying move from Danny and has no choice but to leave the ring and try and get order restored and both men back into the ring instead of risking a double countout, which this crowd obviously does not want to see as a familiar chant grows:

 

“DAN-E!”

 

“DAN-E!”

 

“DAN-E!”

 

“This crowd loves Danny Williams, Robert, and it’s not hard to see why. This man can do it all.”

 

“Doesn’t hurt that he’s facing a man that everyone here despise for no good reason, does it?”

 

Williams’ cushy landing on Duran allows him to get to his feet sooner than expected as the referee tries to guide Danny and John back into the ring. The Unholy Trinity leader is more than happy to oblige, bringing the black-haired opponent back to his feet and slowly rolling him back into the ring, sliding in after the Notorious One and immediately hitting a lateral press position, hooking the leg for another pinfall!

 

ONE…

 

 

 

 

TWOOO…KICKOUT!

 

Duran gets a shoulder up just after the count of two, the crowd booing as Danny fails to pick up a victory, the match continuing.

 

“Danny hasn’t put Duran down quite yet, but Citizen Duran hasn’t even attempted a pinfall yet, Robert!”

 

“He’s picking his time; he’ll know when the time is right!”

 

For now, it seems that that time might never come for Duran as Danny is firmly in control of the match after being on the brink of elimination himself just minutes earlier. Slowly bringing Duran to his feet once again by the hair, John has a surprise this time, in the form of an uppercut as it goes right between the legs of the Unholy Trinity leader.

 

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

 

The low blow is plain as day, but the referee merely warns that if Duran does it again, he will be disqualified. Since one low blow is all Duran needs, he takes back control of this match, getting to his feet and towering over the now doubled over Danny Williams, grabbing the back of his head and sending a knee right into the face of Danny, knocking Williams down to the mat to a terrific round of boos that travels through the Des Moines cornfields all the way into Uncle Jed’s barn!

 

“Figures,” Comet says bitterly, “the only way for Duran to take back control of this match was to go back to his cheating ways!”

 

“And now Danny better look out, because now it’s time for the knees, baby!”

 

Williams still has some adrenaline and attempts to pop back up to his feet, but Duran stomps him right back down to the mat, keeping him there as he grabs at the elbow pad on Danny’s right elbow, pulling it down Danny’s arm to expose that right elbow as Danny remains prone. Duran leaps into the air and drops a knee on the now exposed right elbow, getting right up and moving to the left elbow and hitting that too, dividing the punishment that he is dishing out!

 

“That’s the way to do it, Duran!” Riley cheers on Duran from the outside of the ring.

 

James Matheson--who hasn’t made himself a factor in this match just yet--watches on satisfied as Duran goes back to the right elbow, driving another knee into the elbow as Danny doesn’t know which elbow’s pain to focus on first, trying to block it all out.

 

“I must admit, Citizen Duran is looking focused tonight, he seems very intent on avoiding those elbows from Danny at all costs!”

 

Duran finally ends the barrage of knees; still a little wobbly himself after the elevated half crab as he slowly begins to bring Danny back to his feet. John then brings his right arm back before pounding in a right hand to the cranium of Williams, backing him up to the corner as the Notorious One hits another right hand on Danny, and then another, backing Williams all the way up to the corner, where Duran suddenly gets into a crouching position and begins to throw large, meaty left and right hooks into the abdomen of Danny, and even nailing the arms of Williams as he is pounded into the corner, the referee trying to get in between Duran and Danny to get John off his opponent!

 

“Duran is en fuego!” Riley proclaims joyously in thievery of a Sportscenter line. The flurry of punches to the body and arms of Danny comes to a stop as he grabs a winded Williams by the back of his head, pushing him down disrespectfully as the crowd is incited with anger, some fans seemingly ready to jump Duran as John turns Danny’s body over with his boot, covering Williams and hooking the leg as he finally goes for a pinfall!

 

ONE…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWOOOOOO…KICKOUT!

 

But it’s not enough as Williams gets a shoulder up before the count of three! The crowd cheers on Danny as the Notorious One seems slightly frustrated, but not thrown off his gameplan.

 

“Duran finally goes for a pin, Comet, but Danny is just too stubborn and now he’s going to get punished even more!”

 

“Don’t count out Citizen Williams just yet, Riley!”

 

But the end seems near as Duran gets to his feet and raises his right hand into the air, signaling for the chokeslam which usually leads to Duran’s finisher in the Blunt Force Trauma. Danny slowly works his way to his feet, his left hand clutching the right elbow as he brings the elbow pad back up around the once-exposed right elbow, getting to a vertical base with his back to Duran. And as he turns around…Duran slaps a hand across the throat of the former World Champion!

 

“No! After all that Danny has done to try and turn this match around, it looks like it is too little, too late!”

 

“As if there was any doubt, Comet!”

 

John begins to bring Danny up in the chokeslam…but suddenly drops him!

 

“Duran’s knee!”

 

“WHAT?” Riley screams in shock.

 

Danny lands on his feet as Duran moves forward, clutching his knee that gave out a very inopportune time, and Danny is able to turn right around, charging forward and nailing Duran with his left arm, the enzui lariat sending Duran slamming face first into the mat as the fans erupt in cheers!

 

“Citizen Duran was looking good on that knee after being put in that devastating elevated half crab, but something must’ve gone wrong there…perhaps he was simply using it too much on offense?”

 

“This is a catastrophe, Comet!”

 

Duran tends to his knee as he remains face down on the ground, and Danny points to the corner, the crowd rising to their feet as Williams walks over and begins to scale the turnbuckles.

 

“Danny might be looking for the kill here, he’s got the adrenaline pumping and I don’t think he can feel the pain in those elbows anymore, at least not for now!”

 

“Adrenaline is a terrible, terrible thing,” Riley laments as Danny reaches the top turnbuckle, gauging his distance from Duran, who can’t see Williams on the top rope. Duran is too busy nursing his knee, and when he finally rolls to his left, inching just close enough to Danny, the leader of the Unholy Trinity flies.

 

The light bulbs flash as gravity takes its course and…

 

BOOM!

 

The crowd roars with approval as the top rope elbow drop drives right into the heart of Duran, the fans hoping that it is the proverbial stake that finishes Duran off as Danny remains on Duran, hooking the leg as the referee falls to the canvas, the crowd counting along loudly with the referee!

 

ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREEEE!

 

“HE DID IT, HE’S BEATEN DURAN!” Comet screams.

 

…

 

“No, no he hasn’t! It’s only two!” Riley gleefully replies as the referee signals to the timekeeper that, sure enough, it was only a two count as Duran was just barely able to get his shoulder up before the count of three.

 

A small “bullshit” chant begins, as Danny can’t quite believe that, the adrenaline starting to drain from his body as he feels that elbow pain again, magnified more after doing such a dangerous move like a top rope elbow drop, padded elbow be damned. However, Williams is not discouraged once he reaches his feet, bending down to bring up Duran with him.

 

“What is there left for Danny to do?” Riley thinks incredulously, thinking that Duran has it won.

 

Williams locks on a rear waistlock, the Notorious One’s back facing Danny.

 

“…No way,” Riley dismisses the thought of Danny hitting the Dangerous German Suplex on Duran.

 

“He’s no doubt done it on bigger men, Riley!”

 

“There’s just no way!” Riley repeats.

 

The fans are standing again as Danny bends down and puts all of his force into trying to lift Duran off his feet, and he gets up for a moment…but Duran frantically pushes his weight down with all of his will, stopping the attempt and firing an elbow back at Danny, slamming it into his temple and breaking the waistlock as Duran turns around. He attempts to bury a boot into Danny’s abdomen…but Williams grabs it!

 

“Caught!” Comet blurts out.

 

Danny drops the leg of Duran and attempts to roar forward with a lariat, but Duran dodges it, catching Danny by surprise as he bends down and brings Danny up into an inverted fireman’s carry…!!!

 

“BLUNT FORCE TRAUMA!” Riley screeches.

 

…And then Danny slips out of it quickly before Duran can get it locked on!

 

“No!” Comet responds to Riley’s call.

 

Danny locks on the rear waistlock again, and Duran struggles against it again as James Matheson LEAPS up onto the apron! The referee rushes over to shoo him off immediately, having already kept an eye on him during this sequence, and the referee is distracted just long enough for Duran to fire a mule kick back into the family jewels of the Unholy Trinity leader!

 

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” the crowd screams as a collective as Danny is doubled over once again, and Duran goes behind Williams, putting him in the inverted fireman’s carry again as Williams is far too dazed to fight back now!

 

“NOW IT’S TIME FOR THE BLUNT FORCE TRAUMA!” Riley yells at the top of his lungs.

 

Danny doesn’t slide out this time as the referee never saw the low blow. John’s knee threatens to give out, as the crowd watches it wobble, “OHH”ing as a disaster seems imminent, and Duran hurries things up by whipping Danny’s legs out behind him, crashing hard to the mat.

 

BOOM!

 

The Blunt Force Trauma hits hard as the back of Danny’s head slams against the sharp shoulder blade of Duran, bouncing roughly and landing on his back as Danny doesn’t look to be resisting much of anything anymore.

 

“COVER HIM, DURAN!”

 

“BULL-SHIT!”

“BULL-SHIT!”

“BULLLLLLLLLLLLL-SHITTTTTTTTTTT!”

 

The crowd’s chants deafen out the referee’s count as he slides down to the mat to count the pinfall.

 

ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNE…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWOOOOOOOOOOOO…

 

“Come on, Danny,” Comet pleads, “not this way…”

 

 

 

 

 

The referee’s hand rises up in the air as the rabid fans want to hit Duran’s head out of the park.

 

The hand begins to fall…

 

 

…fall…

 

 

 

 

 

…fall…

 

WHAP

 

And the hand hits the mat…Danny’s shoulders are still down.

 

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

 

*DING DING DING*

 

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

 

Matheson leaps into the ring with his briefcase in tow, joining Duran in the ring as Spineshank’s “Synthetic” blares over the public announce system.

 

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Funyon begins his announcement, “your winner via pinfall, THE NOTORIOUS JOHN DURAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!”

 

“This is a ridiculous ending to an otherwise great match, Robert!”

 

“James Matheson has always been an advantage for the Unnamed camp, and that’s why he is THE advantage in the SWF!”

 

“If this is how Citizen Duran plans to win at Battleground, then he has another thing coming because I’m sure that Matheson’s crud won’t go over with Grappler!”

 

“We’ll see about that, Comet. For now, consider it a victory over Danny Williams!”

 

Duran’s hand is raised by the referee, and the other hand is raised by Matheson. As “Synthetic” continues, Duran turns and stomps Danny a couple of times as Williams begins to show signs of movement again, the referee and Duran and Matheson heading out of the ring as Danny lays there in defeat, cheated again by the ruthless and unjust Unnamed.

 

“Well, fans, if you’re still watching after that travesty, then we’ve got a main event for you!”

 

“Those tools Aecas and Janus will be defending their titles against Tom Flesher and Ann Onita and the team of Mike Van Siclen and Todd Cortez!”

 

“Who is Todd Cortez?”

 

“I’m not entirely sure, but we’ll be seeing him in action, because it’s the main event, it’s a triple threat match for the SWF Tag Team Titles, and it’s NEXT!”

 

Fade to commercials for Battleground, live on PPV April 25th.

[Secret Agent 0]

Alright Tryst, I've read it and although it is a pretty good match, especially with you being gone for quite some time, there are a few things that really grabbed my attention.

 

There is plenty of wrestling and action crammed into that match but at times it becomes a little hard to follow.

 

Maddix lackadaisically heads toward Tryst, who merely stands his ground with a satisfied smile. Darting in at the last moment, Landon reaches around Tristan’s waist and tries to tackle him. Nimbly avoiding the lock, however, Tryst uses his own momentum against him to pull him down into a ddt. Releasing and springing back to his feet, Tristan takes in the atmosphere, looking out into the sea of nameless fans. Adoring fans. In the middle of a deep, steadying breath, Maddix reaches him from behind and, grabbing his shoulder with a firm hand, spins him about face. Dizzily standing before his opponent, Tryst is helpless to counter the quick right hands that fire off like gunshots.

 

Like in the first bolded portion, I had to re-read it a few times just to make sure I understood who it was that got DDT'ed. I think instead of all the "His, and him" maybe only use him for one charater in the sentence.

 

In the second portion, I again had to re-read to see if I missed something as I couldn't figure out why Tryst would be dizzy after a half spin. Also, and it may be just my poor reading skills, but it seems harder to read when you have sentence after sentence that gives an action like "Releasing and springing back to his feet" followed by a comma, naming the charater and giving a little descriptive or more action. I think it's a good way to start paragraphs but it becomes hard to follow when over-used. In this match you pretty much used it all the way through.

 

Your commentary was spot-on, I really digged it, and as far as my knowledge tells me... the grammar was good too. Also, try added a few more exclamation points after some good hits, or like in the bit of dialog between the final pinfall count, I think i counted one whole exclamation point during the whole match that didn't involve commentary.

 

Like I said before, I liked the action itslef, the flow just seemed a little off. I'm sure you'll get your groove back, and when you do... I'm already afraid of it.

 

Good work though, Tryst!