SWF Lockdown Losing Matches Thread!

[Ace309 0]

I'd like to get some feedback on this. I know it was a risky style of match to write, which was intentional due to the nature of the best-of-five series unfolding. As I've said, though, I fully expected Dace to make this difficult for me.

 

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The Memorial Coliseum in Portland, Oregon, is electric with anticipation as the show returns from commercial. The crowd is littered with blue-and-white “Superior One” rugby shirts, and a few vintage Unholy Trinity cricket jerseys are still seen, but far more black Horrorcore shirts are seen. The fans’ signs – “I’m Here For Ultraviolence,” “I Bow to the High Priest of Horrorcore,” and “Good F’N Night, Flesher!” – show the level of the crowd’s partisanship.

 

“Welcome back to SWF Lockdown!” says Cyclone Comet. “It’s time for our final match of the evening, the first in a best-of-five series between former World Champion, ‘the Superior One’ Tom Flesher, and up-and-comer Dace Night! Night has had one title shot, which was against Flesher in October of last year. Flesher won with an Ego Buster, but Horrorcore has improved drastically since last fall, especially under the training of former World Champion Danny Williams.”

 

“You say that like it’ll make a difference,” says Bobby Riley, rolling his eyes. “Dace Night can improve all he wants. Hell, he can even rise to the top of the federation. He’ll NEVER beat Tom Flesher, because Tom Flesher is in a whole different league. If the World Championship puts you on a pedestal, Tom Flesher is the guy who’ll step on you on the way down for lunch.”

 

“Whatever you say, Robert,” says Comet. “Tonight is, again, match one of five to determine the number-one contender to the World Championship. This match will be conducted under standard rules. Commissioner Alex Zenon has revealed the stipulations for matches two and three to be submission and hardcore, respectively. Tonight, these two will preview those matches here in Portland, Oregon, and one man will establish a lead for the series!”

 

Funyon steps into the ring. He says, “Ladies and gentlemen, the following matchup is scheduled for one fall, and it is match one in a series to determine the number-one contender to the SWF… WORLD… CHAMPIONSHIP!” He pauses to allow the fans to applaud. “The first competitor, making his way to the ring…”

 

“Hero” by Nightrage kicks up over the speakers, and the fans burst into cheers. The shredding guitar harmonies rock the arena and the beats blast while the ramp lights up with white pyro! The crowd chants, “DACE F’N NIGHT! DACE F’N NIGHT!” as the High Priest of Horrorcore steps out of the curtain and walks through the smoke and pyro to an enormous pop. His “Horrorcore 666” shirt is evident as he steps into the spotlight. He throws the metal horns, extending his index finger and pinkie, and the fans return the gesture.

 

“From Birmingham, England, and weighing in at 252 pounds… he is the High Priest of Horrorcore… he is DACE…”

 

The crowd shouts, “FUCKING!”

 

“NIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!”

 

Dace walks to the ring, then slides in. He climbs the turn buckle, once again throwing the horns. Again, the fans return the gesture. Dace climbs down, and as his music fades, the “DACE F’N NIGHT!” chants continue.

 

“And his opponent…”

 

Immediately, the fans boo as the lights go out. An explosion of blue pyro and smoke lights up the arena, and Led Zeppelin’s “Kashmir” begins to blare over the speakers! The smoke clears, and Tom Flesher walks out in his blue warm-up suit. Next to him is Allison Onita, dressed for spring in a blue button-down shirt and a matching knee-length skirt. She escorts him through the smoke and they walk forward together, fireworks going off in the background. As Allison escorts Flesher, the fans boo them both loudly. Flesher simply shoos them off with a flick of the wrist, and they enter the ring together. The pair strikes a pose, Flesher holding his chin and smirking, Onita curling up against hiom so close that it’s hard to tell where one stops and the other begins. Dace Night, meanwhile, looks on with disgust. The music fades, and Funyon begins his announcement.

 

“His opponent, accompanied by Allison Onita… from Buffalo, New York, and weighing in at 231 pounds, he is ‘the Superior One,’ TOM FLESHER!!!!!!!!!!!!”

 

Flesher starts a golf clap for himself, but the crowd responds by an even mix of booing and chanting of “DACE F’N NIGHT!” Looking annoyed, Flesher turns to Allison. She helps him out of his warmup suit and slides out of the ring. Flesher stretches out, and as the two competitors come to the center, the official calls for the bell.

 

 

DING DING DING!!!!

 

 

The fans begin to cheer as Flesher and Night face off in the center of the ring. Flesher reaches up and initiates a collar-and-elbow tie that Dace willingly steps into. The two competitors begin cautiously jockeying for position. Flesher reaches across and grabs Night’s elbow, trying to pull it across his chest and open up a pinned-arm bear hug, but Dace pulls it back and raises his arm slightly. Flesher sees the opening and drops to one knee, trying to duck under Dace’s arm, but the Birmingham native takes a step back and blocks Flesher on his knee. Flesher, realizing that he’s in bad position, backs away, prompting a round of polite applause from the crowd, and then steps in for another collar-and-elbow.

 

“Citizen Night, showing his agreement with the necessary Justice and Honor in the position of World Champion, manages to avoid Tom Flesher’s duck-under,” says Comet. “Clearly, the goodly Goth has been studying Flesher and sharpening his amateur skills to counter the Superior One’s style.”

 

Flesher and Night struggle in the tie-up for a few seconds. Dace suddenly lowers his level and shoots toward Flesher, grabbing his knees for a double-leg takedown! Flesher cocks his right arm and plants the forearm in the crook of Dace’s neck, then sprawls back to keep his legs free. He blocks Dace on his knees, supporting himself on two feet and the forearm. With Dace in no position to go anywhere, Flesher reaches across his body with his left arm and plants it under Dace’s right shoulder. He releases some of the pressure, and Dace gets to his feet. As he does, Flesher pivots and slaps on a side headlock. Before he can cinch it, though, the Brummie Goth posts his hand on Flesher’s elbow and pushes him off, spinning Flesher around into another face-to-face standoff! Calmly, Flesher takes a step back and looks Dace over, nodding slowly.

 

“As always, Tom Flesher stays in control of his emotions,” says Bobby Riley. “Flesher isn’t the type who’s going to get distracted or lose focus easily, even when someone like Dace Night prevents him from getting the upper hand early.”

 

“While he may be best known as the High Priest of Horrorcore,” Comet adds agreeably, “Dace Night does have significant amateur experience, and his technique makes that evident. Although it’s easy to point to things like his suplexing prowess, Citizen Night has excellent positioning, as he’s just shown by keeping Tom Flesher from making his attacks. He’s making Flesher rethink his offense.”

 

Flesher steps forward once again, and Dace reaches down for another collar-and-elbow tie. This time, though, Flesher leans back, declining the lock. Instead, he offers his right hand at knee-level, asking to start in a Greco-Roman knucklelock instead. Night obliges, taking Flesher’s hand and offering his. Flesher, though, brushes off Night’s right hand and ducks under his left arm, keeping the hand clasped. As he ducks, he adeptly twists, coming up behind Night with a hammerlock. Dace, defending in the classical manner, backs into Flesher to keep him from hyperextending the elbow. Flesher responds by releasing the hammerlock and dropping to the mat, trapping Dace’s left ankle between his knees! He drives his shoulder into Night’s left side and reaches around, picking his right ankle! Night collapses to his right hip, and Flesher dives onto him, wrapping his arms around his left thigh. Staying on Dace’s torso, Flesher keeps him on the mat, as Dace fights to get into a stable seated position. The fans look on, unsure of how to react to the display of conservative wrestling technique.

 

“There we go,” beams Riley. “Tom Flesher’s a smart wrestler, Comet. He’s covering Dace’s hips, so he can’t escape, and keeping his options open.”

 

Night scoots his hips back, pulling Flesher into an extended position. As Flesher tries to crawl back up the body, the High Priest swings an elbow down and, with surgical precision, plants it in Flesher’s brainstem! The fans applaud as Tom sprawls out briefly, going limp. Night takes the opportunity to rotate his hips out from under Flesher’s control and sprawl back, then snag Flesher in a front headlock! The fans call, “Ooooh!” as Night tightens the hold that Flesher has made his own over the past few months. Tom builds a base, coming to his knees and pushing into Dace. Night gets to his feet in good position to avoid going to his back. Flesher reaches across his body, calmly picks Night’s elbow, and pulls it across, dragging his way out of the front headlock. He keeps Night’s arm, his hands placed at the elbow and wrist in a two-on-one grip, and pushes him into the corner. There, Flesher looks up at Night and obediently breaks the hold. As he backs away, he holds up one finger and wags it in front of Dace’s face, inciting a round of boos from the crowd.

 

“Did you see that?” Riley says. “Flesher’s telling Night that he’s in over his head, almost warning the Hardcore Goth not to try to outwrestle him!”

 

“Flesher is trying to play mind games,” says Comet, “but Night certainly isn’t going to mind his manners in this match. So far, he’s wrestled an outstanding match, and Flesher looks flustered.”

 

Flesher backs into the center and waits for Night to come out of the corner. Dace follows, and Flesher quickly drops down and attacks for a low single-leg takedown, hooking his opponent by the left ankle. Dace instinctively falls forward, pushing Flesher’s head down with his left hip to keep him from pulling the leg off the mat. He reaches around Flesher’s waist and locks his hands, then quickly stands back up. He pulls Flesher off the mat, breaking the grip on his ankle, and effortlessly arches to throw him with a gutwrench suplex! Flesher lands on his back, and Night quickly covers for

 

ONE!

 

 

but no more, as Flesher gets a shoulder up and rolls to his stomach.

 

“Tom Flesher hits a low single, but Citizen Night turns it to his advantage!” shouts Comet. “He takes Flesher head over heels with a gutwrench suplex for a near-fall!”

 

“Oh, come on,” Riley scoffs. “You’re not going to get a former World Champion with a damn gutwrench.”

 

“Silence, knave,” says Comet. “Citizen Night is more than capable of defeating Flesher with any technique that strikes his fancy.”

 

Night covers Flesher, but the Superior One sits up and pushes back into him to avoid being grounded and held. Night, familiar with amateur techniques, hooks Flesher’s right elbow and pulls him back, then locks across his face with his right arm! He tries to pull Flesher to his back by yanking on his chin, but Tom scoots his hips back to avoid the pinning predicament. He reaches up with his free left hand and grabs Dace’s fingers, peeling them off his chin. He grips Dace’s wrist tightly and then quickly spins out, effortlessly freeing his arm from Dace’s hook and coming up to his knees to face the Brummie. Then, he yanks Dace’s arm forward and executes a go-behind, ending up on his feet behind the Hardcore Goth! Fluidly, he drops to his knees, then steps up and slams his shoulder into Dace’s back! Dace drops to his knees, and Flesher takes the opportunity to hook his left arm, then pull him to his feet in an abdominal stretch! The fans begin to boo, Allison Onita cheers, and Cyclone Comet groans.

 

“Flesher’s vile system was evident against Crow, and is sadly making another appearance here,” he says. “He seems to take every match to a snail’s pace, and at this point, he simply treats Dace Night as cargo to be carried.”

 

“The problem is, you don’t appreciate proper pure wrestling!”

 

“It’s a pun, Robert. ‘Escargot.’”

 

“Christ, who’s feeding you this crap?”

 

“You shell never find out! Meanwhile, Flesher continues to stretch Night, who would prefer to slug it out.”

 

Flesher leans back, working the abdominal stretch. Night grimaces, but clearly isn’t anywhere near tapping to the hold. Flesher continues pressuring Night, carefully working his right arm up Dace’s left and gradually loosening the over-the-shoulder hook that anchors the abdominal stretch. Dace wriggles, trying to free himself, and finally Flesher releases the shoulder hook entirely! Before Night can escape, though, he slams his right arm down across his face and secures an inverted facelock! Allison cheers and claps as Riley marvels over Flesher’s technical expertise.

 

“What you see there is the standing variation on the stretch plum,” he says. “Tom tried to hit it on John Duran in the cage last week, but was unable to. Here, though, he’s going to stress Dace’s neck while he fatigues him through the body.”

 

Flesher’s balance is a little off, though, and Night is able to reach up with his left arm and hook his head! Dace quickly jerks Tom’s head down and pulls him over his hip, taking him to the mat with a side headlock and escaping the stretch plum! Dace holds the headlock for

 

 

ONE!

 

 

but Tom locks his hands and rolls through, pinning Dace’s shoulders to the mat! The referee counts

 

 

ONE!

 

 

but waves off the fall, as Dace hooks a leg over the ropes! Dace attempts to belly down, but Flesher pulls him back away from the ropes. He keeps his hands locked around Dace’s chest as he yanks Horrorcore into a bodyscissors grip! Flesher reaches up and applies a crossface, forcing Dace to try to escape the pressure.

 

“I’d say Flesher’s a vile knave,” says Comet with a yawn, “but frankly, Robert, I can’t concentrate long enough to build up any hatred for him.”

 

“You know what your problem is, Comet? You don’t appreciate technique! Tom Flesher is forcing Dace Night to work his way out of a difficult submission hold, and he’s going to come out ahead for it! And here you are, acting like he’s not accomplishing anything. How do you expect people to appreciate wrestling when you’re parroting whatever tripe the lucha crowd with the twelve-second attention span is feeding you?!”

 

Comet yawns again. “I’m sorry, Robert, did you say something? I believe I dozed off for a moment. I was having a wonderful dream about topes con hilo and elbows suicidas.”

 

Dace reaches up and peels Flesher’s hand off his face. Tom tries to keep the crossface on, but Dace fights him off and sits up. Flesher responds by reaching under Dace’s arms and hooking his shoulders, then yanking him back. He shoots his arms up behind Dace’s neck and slaps on a full nelson! Allison Onita screams her approval as Flesher cinches his lock.

 

“This is just genius,” Riley says. “Flesher’s keeping Dace anchored with those bodyscissors while he hits hold after hold that puts pressure on the neck. Night’s a garbage wrestler who should have known better than to get in the ring with a guy like Tom Flesher.”

 

“A foul evildoer like Tom Flesher? I’d say HE’S the garbage! Dace Night, on the other hand, is a Freedom Fighter for JUSTICE~!”

 

“You’re just saying that because it’s commercial.”

 

Night struggles to escape the doushime full nelson, but even his strength advantage doesn’t allow him to break the hold at will. He rolls over toward the ropes, pulling Flesher on top of him. Flesher seizes the opportunity and breaks the body scissors, instead using each leg to grapevine one of Dace’s thighs. He pulls up on the full nelson, trying to extend Dace’s body, but the High Priest perseveres! He pulls himself toward the ropes an inch at a time, and even as Allison Onita screams her approval on the outside, he inches to the sidelines! Finally, he lunges forward and grabs the bottom rope! Flesher keeps the hold on as the referee counts…

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THREE!

 

FOUR!

 

Finally, the Superior One breaks the hold and backs away. The referee keeps him back as Dace stands up, watching Flesher carefully, and silently rubs his neck.

 

“The High Priest of Horrorcore is showing the effects of the painful, and painfully slow, attacking style of the Superior One,” Comet says. “He managed to escape, but if he plans to win this match he’ll need to set his own pace.”

 

“You’re just jealous,” Riley retorts. “Tom Flesher’s a two-time World Champion on his way to another run at the top, and you’ve failed at everything you’ve done outside Hong Kong! Now if you don’t get it, then sit back and watch the Master at work!”

 

Dace steps away from the ropes, only to have Flesher step in and rock him with a hard palm strike to the jaw! His head snaps back as Flesher meathooks the back of his head and pulls him to the center by the neck. He braces his forearm on the back of Dace’s neck and bends him down, then secures a front headlock! The fans boo as Flesher underhooks Dace’s arm and positions himself for the Cement Job.

 

“Flesher’s taking advantage of the fatigue that Dace Night is feeling and trying to hit him with his Cement Job,” says Riley. “As Dace found out earlier, Flesher knows this position inside out, and his best bet is really just to go for the ride and hope he doesn’t get put on his back.”

 

Flesher plants his feet and thrusts his arm forward, trying to throw Dace to his back. Night, though, takes a step back and lets his hooked arm go limp, avoiding the turn! As Flesher struggles to regain his balance, Dace steps in deep and locks his hands around Flesher’s waist! He stands up, then arches back, throwing Flesher to his back with a Northern Lights suplex! He holds the bridge, and the referee counts

 

 

ONE!!

 

 

TWO!!!!!

 

 

 

NO! Flesher kicks out! The fans cheer for Dace in spite, though, and both men roll to their stomachs and quickly regain their footing. Dace, though, holds up one hand, then deliberately smirks and wags his finger in front of Flesher’s face! The crowd goes absolutely wild! Flesher scowls, but Dace doesn’t waste a second in hammering him in the side of the head with an elbowsmash that takes the starch right out of him! Flesher collapses to the mat face-first, and the crowd bursts into a chant of “DACE F’N NIGHT! DACE F’N NIGHT!”

 

“So who’s the Master now, Robert?!”

 

“That sort of cockiness is just inexcusable!” fumes Riley. “Where does he get off doing that?! And blindsiding him! Tom Flesher is a two-time World Champion!”

 

The crowd continues chanting as the Hardcore Goth drops down onto Flesher for a surgical strike. He drops a knee hard into the small of Flesher’s back, and the Superior One grimaces in pain. Dace plants a hand on each of Flesher’s shoulders and lifts his knee again, then drives it back down into his spine! Flesher’s back arches as he feels the knee being driven into him, but Night once again nails him with a knee drop! Flesher’s face is a mask of pain as Dace rolls him to his back and covers him.

 

 

ONE!!

 

 

TWO!!!!

 

 

 

NO!!!!!!! Once again, Flesher kicks out and rolls to his stomach. This time, Dace crouches next to him and threads his arms under Flesher’s hips. He locks his hands and stands up powerfully, deadlifting Flesher three feet off the mat without even a grunt! From there, he gutwrenches Flesher head-over-heels and then drops to one knee, spiking Flesher with a pendulum backbreaker! The former World Champion cries out in pain as Dace lets him slump off his knee and onto the mat. He hooks the leg and lays across Flesher for

 

 

ONE!!!

 

 

TWO!!!!!

 

 

 

THR- NO!!!!!! Flesher gets a shoulder up once again! He doesn’t look good, though, and as he sits up, Dace plants a knee between his shoulders and locks on a surfboard! The crowd applauds as Dace applies the submission, and Flesher’s face twists into an agonized expression. Dace slides his knee down, putting the pressure on Flesher’s back, and Flesher screams out loud. The official drops to one knee to ask Flesher if he wants to submit, and even as he shakes his head, the fans begin a chant!

 

“GIVE IT UP! GIVE IT UP!”

 

“Listen to the disrespect they’re showing him!” seethes Riley. “How can they do that to a man who’s put his heart and soul into his time with the SWF?!”

 

“You mean he sold his heart and soul to Evil in order to make his way back to the top of the mountain! The White Night is fighting for the side of Justice to keep him away from the World Title, and making him submit is one way to gain an early advantage in this series!”

 

Flesher struggles to try to escape the surfboard, but to no avail. Dace simply continues pressuring his back.

 

“And,” Comet continues, “taking low risk maneuvers and using them to end the match is without a doubt the smart strategy, since the submission match is just around the corner and anything these athletes do to each other can be capitalized on.”

 

“You didn’t say that when Flesher was in control!”

 

“That’s because he’s boring, friend.”

 

Flesher cries out in pain again, and finally Dace shoves him away. He covers Tom again, and the referee counts

 

 

ONE!!!

 

 

TWO!!!!

 

 

 

THRE- NO!!!!!!! Flesher gets a shoulder up, despite obviously being in pain. Dace holds the leg he hooked for the cover and stands up, placing himself at Flesher’s feet. There, he holds the leg and tries to force Flesher over for a single-leg crab! The crowd cheers him on, but Flesher struggles to keep from being turned to his stomach! Even as Dace tries to muscle him over, Flesher wriggles and then plants his free leg on Dace’s stomach! He kicks Night away and quickly rolls to his knees to avoid being caught again. Somewhat out of it, Flesher turns slowly around, only to be caught right in the face with a running Yakuza kick! He flattens out like a pancake as Night covers him again!

 

 

ONE!!!

 

 

TWO!!!!

 

 

 

THREE- NO!!!!!!!

 

 

“Somehow, Tom Flesher is finding the strength and fortitude to kick out of every pin attempt that Citizen Night is making!” muses Comet. “The smart money, of course, is on Flesher being possessed by vile demons that control his constitution!”

 

“I don’t know what this has to do with the First Amendment, but Tom Flesher’s motives are pure! All he wants is a shot at the World Title, eventual world domination, and a little Asian poontang on the side.”

 

“Sadly, Robert, his desires conflict with yours…”

 

“Bite your tongue!”

 

Flesher sits up, and Dace backs slowly away. Flesher gets to his feet, only to be cracked over the head with a stiff elbowsmash! Flesher drops to one knee, but quickly rebounds back to his feet. As he gets up, he’s met with another elbow on the crown of the head! Flesher crouches down again, this time spending at least a second on his knee. As he gets back up, Dace whacks him with two more elbows in succession, hitting hard staccato blows to the head! This time, Flesher collapses all the way to the mat. Dace starts to drop down to cover him, but the hazy, bleary-eyed Flesher rolls away. Slowly, teetering, he gets to his feet. He wobbles there as Night steps toward him and hammers him over the head with three more elbows! They ring through the arena, making a sickening trio of “WHACK!” sounds, and Flesher collapses to the mat! He rolls out of the ring, staggering around and grimacing as he holds his head!

 

ONE!

 

The referee begins counting as Dace reservedly stays on the ropes.

 

TWO!

 

“Seven hard elbowsmashes!” marvels Cyclone Comet. “Dace Night is just assaulting his opponent!”

 

“And he’s going to take the coward’s way out,” spits Riley. “He’s going to try to make Tom Flesher stay out of the ring for ten seconds and get the count-out.”

 

THREE!

 

“It’s not like Flesher is in any position to fight back,” says Comet. “One win is as good as another.”

 

FOUR!

 

Night leans over the top rope, sneering at Flesher and baiting him back into the ring.

 

FIVE!

 

Still shaken, Flesher looks up, his vision starting to clear up.

 

SIX!

 

He scowlingly shoos Dace away from the ropes, trying to avoid being attacked on his way in. Dace obligingly backs away, allowing Flesher unimpeded passage back into the ring. He even gives Flesher a few extra seconds to get to his feet before pouncing on him. Flesher tries to back away and avoid the attack, but Night succeeds, pulling Flesher forward and hitting a short-arm elbow strike! Tom collapses into a heap on the mat, and the crow goes wild as Dace covers him!

 

 

ONE!!!

 

 

TWO!!!!

 

 

 

THREE!!!!!!!!

 

 

NO!!!!!! The official waves off the fall, pointing to Flesher’s leg draped loosely over the bottom rope! Night glowers at him, but dutifully breaks the pin. He grabs the semi-conscious Flesher by the legs and drags him off the ropes, then hooks his ankles. Dace leans back, then steps over, locking up a Boston crab! Then, as the fans scream their approval and Allison Onita shields her face, Night starts to kneel down to lock up the Torture Crab! Flesher moves, though, lunging forward! Just inches from the ropes, he reaches out, and Night tries again to plant his knee on Flesher’s head!

 

“Dace Night is only seconds away from taking the first match of the series!” shouts Cyclone Comet. “Once he secures the Torture Crab, there’s absolutely nothing Flesher can do to escape!”

 

“I can’t watch!” whimpers Riley. “Tell me when it’s over!”

 

Flesher lunges forward once again, this time wrapping his hand around the ropes! Dace walks him forward two steps, but Flesher keeps a death grip on the bottom cable! The referee admonishes Night to break the hold, but the Horrorcore ignores him. Instead, he simply drops down onto one knee anyway, locking up the Torture Crab with Flesher already on the ropes! The referee begins his count…

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THREE!

 

FOUR!

 

FI – Dace breaks the hold! The fans boo, but Flesher merely lays on the mat in agony holding his back. Night stays on him, this time grabbing him by the wrist. He pulls Flesher up to his feet and whips him to the ropes… but Flesher collapses to the mat after only three steps! The fans boo, and Night drops down and covers him.

 

 

ONE!!!

 

 

TWO!!!!

 

 

 

THREE!!!!!!! … NO! Flesher gets a shoulder up with the referee’s hand only a hair’s breadth from the canvas! The fans boo loudly as Night looks around. Flesher simply lays on the mat. Night lifts him to his feet, and although he wobbles, Flesher stays up this time. With that, Dace turns to the crowd, and, with a scream, throws the metal horns! The crowd explodes, sensing the end is near!

 

“Dace Night signals the end for Tom Flesher,” shills Comet. “He’s planning to put the kibosh on the self-professed Superior One for tonight!”

 

With that, and with thousands of sets of horns in the air, Dace sprints to the ropes! He rebounds, and as Tom Flesher stands stunned in the center of the mat, Night pivots! He spins around, prompting Comet to scream, “ROOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLING ELBOW!!!!!!” As Dace’s elbow swings toward the Superior One, Flesher drops to one knee! Night follows through, his balance off-set by the lack of impact! As he struggles to regain his footing, Flesher pops up to his feet behind him! With that, he locks his hands and arches back, executing a textbook German suplex in the blink of an eye! He holds the bridge, and Night struggles to escape as the referee counts the pin!

 

 

ONE!!!

 

 

TWO!!!!

 

 

 

THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

DING DING DING!!!!

 

 

Night rolls through just as the bell rings, and Flesher collapses onto his back! Livid, Dace looks around the ring, not sure how he managed to get caught after dominating the last half of the match! Nevertheless, the referee helps Flesher to sit up and raises his hand!

 

“Tom Flesher catches that limey bastard by surprise,” cackles Riley, “and wins the match! This is incredible, Comet!”

 

“So say you, Robert. Sadly, Dace Night simply got caught, and the man who somehow – somehow – managed to catch him can’t count on that sort of opening happening in the next match.”

 

Allison Onita enters the ring, jumping for joy as Flesher tries to shake off the cobwebs. Night simply stalks out of the ring. Flesher slowly gets to his feet, his chest heaving from the fatigue he feels.

 

“Tom Flesher showed why he’s the Superior One tonight,” says Riley. “He kept the match at his pace as long as he could, and even after taking a slaughtering from the High Priest of Horrorcore, he found an opening and won the match with it! You tell me, Comet, you tell me why that man shouldn’t be the World Champion!”

 

“Because,” Comet replies, “he’s got to do it two more times.”

 

“Kashmir” blares over the sound system as Flesher finally gets his head clear and raises his arms. The fans boo loudly, and even louder as Flesher smirks. He moves his hands around his waist, signaling that he has his sights set on the SWF World Championship.

 

“Next time, fans,” says Cyclone Comet, “Tom Flesher and Dace Night face off in a submission match!”

 

Until then, Flesher has all the time in the world to recuperate.

 

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SWF Lockdown, May 19, 2004.

© Noble Gas Television. All rights reserved.

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[David Blazenwing 0]

Sweet. I called that I was gonna lose and I did.

 

Seriously though, nice match by Toxxic. I read it, and I think he got my mannerisms down better than I did... which is kinda sad. So you know, the usual... good first effort, could've tried harder, need to get a feel for the announcers, etc. So give me some feedback and tell me what ya think.

 

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Cyclone Comet: Welcome fair citizens to another great SWF show! It is now time for tonight’s opening contest.

 

Bobby Riley: Yeah! My boy Toxxic is going to make David Blazenwing his bitch!

 

Cyclone Comet: Uh… let’s just send it to Funyon for the match introductions, shall we?

 

DING DING DING!!!

 

Funyon: Ladies and gentleman, it is now time for the opening contest of SWF Lockdown! The following contest is a non-title match-up scheduled for ONE fall with no time limit. Introducing first, on his way to the ring, hailing from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, weighing in at 245 pounds… he is the Full Effect… DAVID BLAZENWING!!!

 

The lights in the arena go out and "Last Resort" by Papa Roach starts playing as the entire stage explodes in emerald flames. There are various shots of David Blazenwing throughout his career on the screen as Blazenwing walks out onto the stage. The crowd cheers, supporting the superstar as he rolls into the ring. David Blazenwing walks over to the closet turnbuckle and sits down against it, then starts banging his head against the pad as his music fades.

 

Cyclone Comet: Citizen Blazenwing had a less than stellar trip in the Junior Leagues about a year ago, but after some serious time off, he’s looking to shock everyone with a win tonight over the SWF veteran Toxxic.

 

Bobby Riley: It would really be a shock if Blazenwing won. In fact, I’ll go as far as to say that I don’t think Blazenwing has a chance in hell!

 

The heavy guitars of Lostprophets’ “We Still Kill The Old Way” kicks in, and the words “Prepare To Be Proved Wrong” flash up one after another on the Smarktron, jagged white letters on a black background. The picture then cuts to footage of Toxxic taking Mike Van Siclen off a balcony and through a table with the Toxxic Shock Syndrome, the landing timed to coincide with...

 

GO!

 

BOOOM!!

 

...the blast of red pyro announcing the arrival of the SWF's premier straight-edger! The Smarktron cuts to a shot of Toxxic's lopsided grin before moving onto other match clips such as hitting the Glass Jawbreaker on Aecas, clips of the all-show brawl with Insane Luchador and dropping Kibagami on his head with the Caffeine Bomb.

 

Funyon: And his opponent… he is the current SWF ICTV Champion, to be accompanied by his girlfriend Jet, hailing from Nottingham in the United Kingdom, weighing in at 218 pounds… he is the Straight-Edge Sensation… TOXXIC!!!

 

As the main riff hammers out through the speakers, Toxxic comes out towards the squared circle, visibly worked up for the match and accompanied by Jet, who is carrying the ICTV title across her left shoulder. He stops a short distance from the ring, cracking his neck and talking to himself before rushing it, scaling a ringpost and making the Straight Edge symbol to the crowd to many boos with a few cheers smattered in from the heel section.

 

Bobby Riley: Now THIS man can be respected! He’s beaten a lot of guys, including Insane Luchador and our current World Heavyweight Champion, Nathanial Kibagami! He has the experience, he has the looks… Blazenwing has no chance tonight. I stick by what I said.

 

Cyclone Comet: Toxxic may have the better credentials, but who wants it more? It’s no secret that Blazenwing is desperate to prove himself. No matter the outcome, one thing I can say for certain is… we’re in for one hell of a match.

 

DING!

 

The opening bell rings and the crowd begins to cheer for the Lockdown opening contest as both David Blazenwing and Toxxic begin circling one another inside the ring. Toxxic stares at David unflinchingly, slightly scoffing at the SWF newcomer, thinking that this is his chance to school another unwelcome jabroni. On the other hand, David looks back at him with almost a gleeful smile on his face. He knows that if he wants to earn the respect of the boys (and girls) back in the locker room, he would have to prove himself. And the only way he would be able to prove himself would be to defeat Toxxic here tonight.

 

Cyclone Comet: Well, both superstars are being cautious here in the early going. Neither wants to make a mistake.

 

Bobby Riley: Of course they don’t want to make a mistake! Once you make a mistake, you’re screwed. Any good wrestler knows that.

 

After circling around one another for a short while longer, Blazenwing and Toxxic finally head to the center of the ring and lock up in a tie up. Both Blazenwing and Toxxic begin jockeying for position at this point. David exerts some strength and starts pushing Toxxic to the ground. Toxxic pushes back, and brings both superstars to equal ground. There is a look of incredible concentration on the faces of both men as they push harder and harder onto one another. Finally, after pushing back and forth, Toxxic drops David in the gut with a hard knee, then rolls him up with a tight small package! The referee drops to the mat and counts as David struggles to break the pin attempt.

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Blazenwing snaps out of the small package and rolls to his feet as Toxxic stands up. David grimaces, then charges Toxxic, who catches him and using Blazenwing’s own momentum, picks him in a fireman’s carry, throws his legs over his head, then drops to one knee as he drives Blazenwing’s neck into his other knee!

 

Cyclone Comet: Nice whirl neckbreaker there by Citizen Toxxic, who seems to be easily manhandling Citizen Blazenwing in the early moments of this match-up.

 

Bobby Riley: That’s nothing! I’m sure Toxxic has some really devious stuff in store for Blazenwing coming up. He’s acting as the enforcer of the SWF, attempting to take out David Blazenwing and send him out with his tail between his legs… you know, the same way he left the Junior Leagues! HA!

 

David lies on the mat, gripping his neck with his left arm while reaching for the ropes with his right arm in an attempt to start to pull himself to his feet. Toxxic chuckles a little bit, then walks over to David’s body and stomps hard on his right arm, causing Blazenwing to shout out in pain before quickly pulling the arm back close to his body. Toxxic goes for another vicious stomp to the midsection of Blazenwing, but David instinctually rolls out of the way of the stomp and underneath the ropes, landing with a small bounce on the little padding surrounding the ringside area.

 

Bobby Riley: Blazenwing’s running now like a scalded dog! Face it, Dave… you have no chance here in the SWF. You can’t hang with the big boys, so GO HOME NOW!

 

Cyclone Comet: You’re not going to give Citizen Blazenwing even a small chance, are you?

 

Bobby Riley: He doesn’t deserve it!

 

Cyclone Comet: Well, I like him. Did you know he used to be a superhero like me? The kid knows how to move in style!

 

Bobby Riley: ….for my sanity, PLEASE stop now. While you’re behind.

 

Toxxic rolls out of the ring and starts moving towards David, who has started to climb to his feet. The referee begins the mandatory ten count as David reaches his feet and stands tall, not realizing that Toxxic is right behind him.

 

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With Blazenwing still facing the opposite way, Toxxic reaches up, grabs David’s neck with both hands, then pulls him down to the may outside with an Underkill Edge-o-matic!

 

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Blazenwing grabs his neck and screams out again as Toxxic stands up and revels in his domination of the match-up.

 

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Toxxic begins stomping away at David’s head and neck area as the Portland crowd starts booing the heel vehemently.

 

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Toxxic yells at David, then goes to stomp him again, but Blazenwing, catching his second wind, grabs the foot of Toxxic and spins him, executing a dragon screw from a sit down position!

 

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David Blazenwing pulls himself up to his feet using the ring apron and, after stopping for a second to catch his breath, pulls himself onto the ring apron with the ropes. He slides inside underneath the second rope as Toxxic reaches his feet on the outside.

 

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Toxxic rolls into the ring with ease, then stops to stare down with Blazenwing as the two are now standing across the ring from one another.

 

Cyclone Comet: Blazenwing and Toxxic are now at equal footing once again!

 

Bobby Riley: Not quite. Blazenwing’s already taken a beating, but Toxxic is still barely hurt at all! If they keep it up at this pace, it’ll take a year before Blazenwing does any noticeable damage to the Straight-Edge Sensation!

 

Toxxic and Blazenwing spend a few more seconds staring one another down as the crowd cheers for the match they’ve seen so far. Suddenly, Toxxic and Blazenwing race to opposite ends of the ring and bounce off the ropes! They criss cross the ring ropes once, then twice, then three times, barely intersecting one another each time. They finally meet in the center of the ring, colliding with a massive double clothesline, taking each man down ala Hulk Hogan and Ultimate Warrior! They both roll to their feet, mostly unphased, and stomp into the center of the ring where they tie up again, jockeying for position. A push by David, a push by Toxxic, back and forth, back and forth… until Blazenwing knees Toxxic in the gut, then tosses Toxxic’s arm over his own neck! David gives a thumbs up to the fans to a nice face reaction, then lifts him upside down in the air, holds him there for a moment, and drops him to the mat with a vertical suplex!

 

Bobby Riley: Aw no! Come on, Toxxic! Are you gonna take that?

 

Cyclone Comet: I don’t think he has a choice, Robert! Citizen Blazenwing has not released the hold… I think he may be going for another linked suplex, or possibly even his famous triple suplex!

 

Blazenwing indeed has not released the hold, as he keeps the arm of Toxxic locked over his own neck. Blazenwing tosses his feet into the air and twists them, using the momentum to spin his own body around and back to a standing position. Blazenwing takes a deep breath, then yells at the top of his lungs as he lifts Toxxic high into the air and delivers a second vertical suplex to his adversary! He takes a little longer this time to kick his legs into the air and spin himself around again and back to a standing position. There is now sweat trickling down the face of David Blazenwing, and he looks winded. He goes to lift Toxxic for the third and final suplex, but due to the attacks before on the neck and head of Blazenwing, he is unable to follow through completely and Toxxic rolls into the suplex, landing behind Blazenwing and immediately rolling David into a school boy pin! The referee drops to the mat and counts.

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At the very last moment, David Blazenwing manages to kick out of the school boy pin, sending Toxxic rolling into the ropes. David rolls to the opposite side of the ring and pulls himself up with the ropes as Toxxic stands up. He charges Blazenwing as David reaches a standing position, leaning on the ropes. At the last moment, before Toxxic can reach his foe, Blazenwing shoots off the ropes and nails Toxxic in the face with THE FULL EFFECT!!! Blazenwing grins, then collapses to the mat along with the crumpled form of Toxxic.

 

Cyclone Comet: Just like that, Citizen Blazenwing has shifted the momentum in this match! All it took was one miscalculation from Toxxic…

 

Bobby Riley: …and a lucky desperation move from Blazenwing! The momentum hasn’t shifted at all! Blazenwing is just as bad off as Toxxic is, he just leveled the playing field a bit is all. He’s lucky as all hell if you ask me.

 

Cyclone Comet: Luckily, I didn’t. And now, the referee has started the mandatory ten count! If neither man can reach their feet by the count of ten, this match will be ruled a draw!

 

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David Blazenwing begins to stir.

 

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Blazenwing slowly gets to his feet.

 

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Toxxic begins to move again while Blazenwing stands back up.

 

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Blazenwing, seeing that Toxxic is still down from The Full Effect, he goes for the pin cover as the referee drops to his knees and counts.

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At the last moment, Toxxic lifts his left shoulder to kick out of the pin!

 

Cyclone Comet: Oh, so close for Blazenwing! A split second more, and he would have beaten Toxxic in what can only be considered a major upset!

 

Bobby Riley: The stupid moron took too long resting. If he wasn’t so lazy, he might have won the match! Ha, it serves him right… now Toxxic can take him to school!

 

As Blazenwing reaches his feet, Jet pounds on the ring apron, trying to will her man back into the match. David Blazenwing walks over to the corner and sits down against the turnbuckle as Toxxic crawls over to the ropes and starts slowly pulling himself up, obviously taking his sweet time in an attempt to regain his bearings which were temporarily tossed off balance when he took the Full Effect. Blazenwing continues to await Toxxic’s rising to his feet. Toxxic finally reaches his feet and turns around as Blazenwing, as if on cue, charges at his adversary. Toxxic has DB scouted though, and catches him in a rear headlock, dropping to one knee and driving the other into David’s neck again! However, this time, Toxxic pops right back up, still holding David Blazenwing, and delivers a massive diamond cutter, all as a combination known as the Detoxx! Toxxic goes for the cover as the referee counts.

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Just like Toxxic before him, David barely gets his shoulder up right before the three to save the match! Toxxic, thinking the match was over, immediately goes into another cover.

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Once again, David Blazenwing kicks out at the absolute last second! Toxxic, now getting mindly frustrated, hits a few elbows into David’s face, then stands up and walks over to the nearest corner, then starts removing the top turnbuckle pad as the referee checks on Blazenwing.

 

Cyclone Comet: Oh come now! Is it really necessary to remove the turnbuckle pad?

 

Bobby Riley: Why not, CC? Toxxic is obviously just checking to make sure there is nothing inside the turnbuckle that could get himself or Blazenwing hurt! A safe working environment is a happy working environment.

 

Blazenwing crawls over to the corner he started at – adjacent to the one Toxxic is working on now – and starts pulling himself up using the turnbuckle pads and the ropes. Meanwhile, Toxxic finishes taking the turnbuckle pad off. He tosses the evidence outside the ring to his girlfriend Jet, who tosses the pad underneath the ring. Toxxic then sprawls out against the turnbuckle and begins acting as if he is in a daze! Blazenwing reaches his feet and, upon seeing Toxxic in the other corner looking weakened, runs to the other side of the ring. He leaps up and goes for a Stinger Splash, but Toxxic, who has been playing possum, rolls out of the way at the last moment, sending David flying head first into the exposed turnbuckle! The crowd utters a collective “ooh” as David stumbles backwards, his forehead now busted open and bleeding. Toxxic waits until David turns around, then pulls him down to the mat with an armdrag and applies the Regal Stretch!

 

Bobby Riley: Yes! The move taught to him by William Regal! Toxxic could win with this move!

 

Cyclone Comet: I’m not sure he could normally, but Citizen Blazenwing is bleeding badly now… that could be a factor in what happens now!

 

Toxxic stretches his arms as he continues putting pressure on the back, neck and head of David Blazenwing. Blazenwing screams loudly at the top of his lungs as he tries in vain to break free of the move. The referee asks David is he gives up, but David continues to shout “NO!” as the blood loss becomes worse with each output of pressure from Toxxic. With his face now covered with a steady stream of crimson blood, David slowly begins pulling himself towards the ropes. He stops every few seconds to scream out loud. He even puts his hand up a couple of times, signaling that he might in fact submit to the move. However, the fans begin booing every time David does this, so the former superhero continues to pull himself towards the ropes, his nails digging into the canvas. After about a minute, David FINALLY manages to reach the ring ropes as the crowd cheers loudly!

 

Cyclone Comet: He did it! Citizen Blazenwing did it! He survived the Regal Stretch and made it to the ropes!

 

Bobby Riley: But does it matter? Look at the blood loss! The loser’s gonna drop dead any second now! This match’ll be over before he can unleash another move!

 

Toxxic sticks his arms out straight, then puts his palms flat and looks down, signaling the coming of the Straight Edge! Toxxic steps to the side and waits as David Blazenwing slowly and groggily makes his way to his feet. Toxxic runs to the ropes as David reaches his feet and goes for the Straight Edge RKO! However, in an amazing feat of ring presence, David counters with an armbar takedown into the SHOCK LOCK crossface to a HUGE FACE POP from the crowd!

 

Cyclone Comet: The Shock Lock! One of Citizen Blazenwing’s signature finishing maneuvers! Let’s see Toxxic get out of this!

 

Bobby Riley: It may be a powerful submission, but it won’t do Blazenwing any good if he can’t even keep the hold in! That loss of blood is going to be a factor in Blazenwing’s loss, mark my words. That, along with his total suckiness.

 

Blazenwing pulls on Toxxic’s face with the Shock Lock, emitting more and more pressure with each pull! However, the duo are close to the ropes, and Toxxic is able to get to the ropes and break the hold without too much trouble, considering the blood loss from David. Toxxic rolls to his feet and rubs his mouth, then walks over to Blazenwing and grabs his long blond hair, then pulls him up to his feet! Toxxic says something to Blazenwing, then slaps him in the face!

 

Bobby Riley: Ha ha ha! YES! Let that little bitch know who is boss!

 

Cyclone Comet: Robert, the language, please!

 

Bobby Riley: Meh.

 

Toxxic lifts his hands to the crowd for some extra heel heat, then kicks David in the gut and places his head between Toxxic’s own legs! He lifts Blazenwing’s arms into the double suplex position, then starts to go for the Toxxic Shock Syndrome, but David lifts Toxxic up with a blast of energy and backdrops him onto the mat! He turns around, then leaps up and hits a standing leg drop onto Toxxic’s neck! Unable to hook the leg, Blazenwing merely puts an arm over Toxxic as the ref counts.

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Toxxic easily kicks out with David not able to hook the leg. Both men are now down, but Toxxic looks to have the advantage as he starts rising to his feet. He looks over and sees Blazenwing down and instinctually goes for the cover as the ref counts.

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With another burst of energy, Blazenwing is able to kick out, but he is bleeding profusely now, laaving a puddle of blood where his head is lying.

 

Cyclone Comet: Oh my… I don’t like this one bit. Someone should stop the match… Blazenwing is in serious danger if he doesn’t get some medical help right away!

 

Bobby Riley: Don’t give me that! He knew way before he got this match whet he was getting into when he re-signed with the SWF. If he can’t take the heat, he should get out of the fire.

 

Cyclone Comet: Don’t you have any compassion for anyone but yourself?

 

Bobby Riley: Well, there is Tom Flesher… er, no, not at all! It’s all about me, CC! Ha ha ha!

 

Cyclone Comet: Right… say, have you ever checked into getting medical help?

 

Toxxic stands up, grinning, then heads over to one of the corners and leans down, prepping himself for some kind of spear type maneuver. Blazenwing finally begins stirring after a few seconds and, crawling into the adjacent corner, begins pulling himself up with the ropes and turnbuckles like before. Using all his energy, he finally reaches the top rope and a standing position. Blazenwing turns around, still holding onto the corner turnbuckle. Toxxic sees him, then charges Blazenwing. He starts to lower his body mass in order to go for a spear, but David reacts with ~THE QUICKNESS~…

 

AND NAILS THE FULL EFFECT! BAHGAWD~! HOW DID HE DO IT?! Toxxic collapses to the mat and Blazenwing, using literally his last bit of strength, positions himself to fall right on top of the prone body of his opponent and into a pinning position! The referee drops to the mat and counts as the Portland crowd counts along!

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Cyclone Comet: He did it! Citizen Blazenwing has done it! He has defeated Toxxic to win his first match back in SWF in nearly a year!

 

Bobby Riley: (Stunned) H-how?! How did he do that?! He just came out of nowhere and… DAMMIT!

 

Funyon: Ladies and gentleman, here is your winner as the result of a pinfall… DAVID BLAZENWING!

 

“Last Resort” by Papa Roach hits the SmarkTron as neither man in the ring has moved yet. Toxxic is the first to move, rolling the now apparently unconscious form of David Blazenwing off of him and rolling out of the ring. He meets with Jet, who asks him if he’s alright, before the two head up the ramp and into the backstage area. After about a minute, David Blazenwing still has not moved. Finally, a group of EMTs come running down the ramp, stretcher and all. They pile into the ring, rolls David Blazenwing out, and put him onto the stretcher as the crowd applauds David’s efforts in the match. The EMTs roll the stretcher up the ramp and into the back as Cyclone Comet and Bobby Riley continue talking.

 

Cyclone Comet: I hope he is alright!

 

Bobby Riley: Hey, maybe he’s fatally injured! We may never have to see him again!

 

Cyclone Comet; CITIZEN ROBERT!!! That is a HUMAN life you’re talking about! Don’t you think that’s just going a LITTLE too far?

 

Bobby Riley: No… why?

 

Cyclone Comet: (Sighs) Look, just forget it. Citizens at home, don’t change that dial! We have to take a commercial break, but we’ll be right back, same Lockdown time, same Lockdown channel! Don’t go anywhere!

[Dace59 0]

I'll comment on this before the show as it's just one match. Not full stuff, just to point stuff out to Tom.

 

Well, I get put over in the opening...for a guy with the charism of a dead brick, I've gotten Dace over rather nicely. It'd just like to thank Tom before being the first one to have the crowd yell the "FUCKING!" in Dace's intro...that was heat (Y)

 

Good opening banter, probably less forced than mine for all the hype. I see we both had the same idea for a sort of stalled off start to the match as well. Definatly much better on the openning wrestling stuff, which would have lead to a lot of other opening work in other matches. Using the same out wrestling idea..shocking that. I like the pace far better that the one I got into..much more measured.

 

It all works into Tom's stuff for other matches I assume, and sets out the balance and gaps between the two and how it could carry on through the series. How Dace has some skills, but it's own power and luck that lets him keep up with Tom on the mat. I definatly like how it's written and the way things are described.

 

There's also more build to the sbumission, with a nice transistion of offence and styles. The Elbow Smashes also get put other.. which would set up more things for later on. I know you had concers about this being slow Tom, but I dont think it is, it's just measured nicely to me, for a first in a series match up. Maybe a little fast on the finish, but it shows Tom is the ring general and can out think Dace.

 

I really dont see any problems with that match up man, it was all good. Oh well, you have the submission match to kick my ass

[Kaertos 0]

To throw my two cents worth in:

 

Basically, I picked Dace's over Tom's mostly because of that elusive "flow" that everyone complains about. Dace's felt mre like a complete match than Tom's, I felt more like I watching a good match rather than reading a good match. More verisimillitude, I guess.

 

In the final analysis, they were both really, really good matches and I think you can make a good argument that either of them could have won just depending on who was marking it. A stellar effort from both men.

[Ace309 0]

Dace's felt mre like a complete match than Tom's, I felt more like I watching a good match rather than reading a good match.

That was largely intentional. The match wasn't complete, because it's the opening match of a best-of-five series. I consciously left some psychological loose ends for the purposes of building the rest of the series off of them.

[Guest Tonights Highlite]

I gave it a go. If I stuck to just RPing I might not have lost my mystique of being some unbelievable writer that's come back. I lost to a great match, though, against a guy that's better than I could hope to be. Cleaned up the match a little for your viewing pleasure. King, if I could get some more detailed comments on what I can improve, I'd appreciate it. And I want to see if I got across what I wanted to with the match, so please, please, please comment.

 

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"And we're back! Robert 'Bobby' Riley and myself, CYCLOOOOONNNEEEEEEEE COMET, live, at the sold out MEMORIAL COLISEUM IN PORTLAND, OREGON, after quite the opening match between ICTV champion Toxxic and David Blazenwing." begins Comet, as the camera focuses on him and Riley at the announce booth. "And our next match, Robert, is between two unknown quantities in our federation, so far, Ace Lezaire and Ryan Dustin!"

 

"Yup Comet, tonight, they'll get the chance to showcase their skills for us and hopefully, Dustin won't bore me to tears, unlike Ace Lezaire who just oozes personality, talent, charisma and--"

 

"He's also self-absorbed, self-centered, self-indulgent and he said his documentary would out sell my movies, the knave!"

 

"The following contest is scheduled for one fall!" bellows Funyon, stopping Bobby from backing up Ace's claim.

 

The house lights drop, causing a small mummer to escape from the crowd. The low key, but upbeat beginning of "Lapdance" by N.E.R.D. starts to fill the arena. Brillant strobes of white, yellow, blue and red, flash about the arena, bathing the crowd in a mutli-colored hue in time with the beat, whose moderate base line begins to kick up, until, the vocals drop...

 

I'm an Ouuuuut-law!

 

A single spotlight flashes across the stage, waving back and forth in time with the hip-hop beat...

 

Quick on the draw -- Quick on the draw

Something you never seen before -- never seen

 

Centering on a lone spot...

 

And I dare a muthafucker to come in my face

 

And as N.E.R.D’S ‘Lap-dance’ continues, it draws Ryan Dustin to the stage, through the curtain, facing the crowd – arms folded across his chest – while in a casual lean; his red cameo jacket fluttering from an unknown undercurrent. After a pause, Dustin makes his way to the ring, interacting with various fans by placing them in his 'picture frame'...

 

"Making his way to ringside, in his Smarks Wrestling Federation debut—from Carson City, Nevada, weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty-eight pounds... RYAN DUSSSSSST--TIN!" announces Funyon, while Dustin slaps hands with a few fans...

 

"The Newcomer Ryan Dustin, receiving a fairly nice reaction from the SWF loyal citizens here tonight, Robert."

 

"Come off it Comet," starts Riley, "don't tell me you didn't hear the general apathy, this guy received. I bet the crowd thought it was Landon Maddix and were upset that they wouldn't get the chance to rise to their feet in celebration of his triple crown talents, yet!"

 

"Please, Robert." says Comet, rolling his eyes. "Well, I'll admit he isn't receiving the positive reactions of some of our more established superstars, like a citizen Night—who will face Tom Flesher in tonights' Main Event for their best of five series, but..." Comet trails off after a pointed look from Riley...

 

Dustin reaches the ring, climbing up the outside of the turnbuckle, he poses once again, sizing up a few members of the crowd on the opposite side of the ring, by placing his hands in the form of a 'picture frame' again. As if waiting for a cue, Ryan turns to the near side crowd, nodding his head to the beat...

 

"I wouldn't go so far as to say apathy, Robert." responds Comet, defending the newcomer. "They're cheering to be apart of his hand signal and I think it will just take them a few minutes to gage this veterans’ skill in the ring—plus, with a moniker like "The Real Deal" he should be able to—"

 

It's so real

How I feel

 

...before backflipping into the ring, giving the fans a little flourish for their buck. The crowd responds to that with a sizable pop, as Ryan disgardes his jacket and glasses, then stands at the ready in his corner, as his music fades into the background. "See, Robert!" adds Comet, matter-o-factly, while Riley's jaw hangs open. "And in speaking with citizen Dustin, we've learned a little bit about his experience and agility—"

 

“Meh, whatever." interupts Riley. "I’m waiting on Ace Lezaire. He's a true up and comer!”

 

The arena remains quiet after Dustin’s music fades. The crowd once again begins to mumur because quite frankly, it’s been silent for much longer than it should be. “Well that remains to be seen, Robert, but Citizen Dustin’s opponent tonight, Ace Lezaire, made an interesting debut on Storm. Hopefully the brash twenty-one year old will be able to make the impact he—”

Suddenly, a hard drumming fill kicks up, quickly gaining speed…

 

DA—BOOAM!

 

…and leading into a hard bass line strike, followed by four more.

 

DA—BOOAM! DA—BOOAM! DA—BOOAM! DA—BOOAM!

 

So begins the greatest entrance music ever. So begins, Muse’s “Hyper Music”.

 

DAAADAAA—BOOOOOAM!

 

A blinding strobe follows the beat, catching the entire arena – Comet and Riley included – off guard. The overpowering drum strikes continue; the audience finally adjusting to the display, as the song really kicks into gear, drawing Ace Lezaire to stride out from behind the curtain.

"And his opponent, also making his Smarks Wrestling Federation debut--from Vancouver... British Columbia, Canada, weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty-nine pounds... ACE LEEEEEEE--ZAIRRRRREEEE!"

 

With a sly confident grin, Ace makes his way to the ring, his cameraman in toe. Lezaire exchanges some pleasantries with the fans nearby, trying and failing to gain their approval with such gems as, 'dig the belt buckle' before sliding underneath the bottom rope, popping to his feet ready to face his opponent.

 

“Eddy Long asks for the bell and this contest is underway, citizens!”

 

DING—DING—DING!!!!

 

“Going into this thing, it’s clear to me this young lion, Ace Lezaire has the strength advantage.” says Bobby, as Ryan and Ace turn the proverbial circle – both men testing the ropes in their own unique way, while they quicken the pace, finally crashing together, and grappling for position. “I don’t think that a fair assessment to make until after the tie-up, Robert.” mentions Comet, as Lezaire’s tall and lean frame pushes against Dustin’s, causing the Real Deal to slide backwards. Ace keeps moving Dustin back, showing signs of being the stronger of the two, while Dustin does everything in his power – even dropping to a knee – in an effort to gain some leverage. But in the end, he can’t. Ace pushes Ryan’s back into the corner, causing referee Eddy Long to slide in and ask for a clean break. Dustin and Lezaire comply slowly, each man wary, as they disentangle, but that only lasts for a brief second, before Ace rears back and slaps the everlovin’ taste out of Ryan’s mouth!

 

“Zounds, the audacity of citizen Lezaire—”

 

“I think it is official now, Comet, Ace definitely has the power advantage!” notes a chortling Bobby Riley. “He’s a young lion, baby—and look at those abs!” The crowd boos the taunting gesture, while Dustin rubs his stinging chin. Ace, having backpedaled to the rings’ center, arrogantly waves Ryan forward into another tie-up, now positive he holds the strength advantage. “I fail to see what his abdominals have to do with anything… I thought you supported the thigh master—Citizen Dustin is clearly not going to take that attack lying down, as he moves forward for another tie-up.”

 

The two come together in a collar and elbow, once again controlled by Ace, but only briefly as Ryan shifts his weight and moves into a headlock. Ace attempts to sandbag, but Dustin plants his feet and sends him over with a side headlock takedown. Ace quickly gets his shoulders off the mat, attempting to counter Dustin with a grounded head-scissors, but the Ryan easily avoids it. Lezaire inches on the canvas into better position, hooking his arms around Dustin’s waist and rolling into a pin!

 

“Cover!” shouts Riley.

 

 

ONE!

 

 

TWO—No! Ryan rolls back into control, but Ace, now in better position brings them up to their feet and walks them into the near ropes. Ace uses the momentum to his advantage and tosses Ryan away, but the Real Deal rebounds quickly, moving into him with a shoulder block. Dustin looks down and bounces off the ropes, causing Ace to flip over onto his belly – allowing Ryan to stop quickly and fall right back into another side headlock!

 

“Ho-ho, a little one-upsmanship there, Bobby!” notes Comet, as Ryan secures the hold, smiling a bit. “He’s just using the headlock because he knows—just like everyone else; he’s not as strong or in shape, as Ace Lezaire.” adds Riley, in response.

 

“You may be correct, Robert, but he’s still in control, now isn’t he?”

 

Dustin doggedly holds onto the headlock, as Ace slides on the mat, trying to get into a better position, and he does, surprising Ryan by quickly grabbing a head scissors. Dustin kips up, breaking the hold and both wrestlers scramble to their feet. Lezaire gets up first and hits the Real Deal with a knee lift, while he’s still on one knee. Ryan scores a shotei to the chest for some space and continues to stand, leaning into a forearm. Lezaire sends a kick to his rib-cage and follows up with a right-hand that seems to wake up Dustin, who gets in close and fires off two quick forearms. “They’re trading blows!” shouts Comet. “And now citizen Dustin is taking control!” Ace begins to backpedal, his head snapping back from a right-hand and another strike, but Lezaire swiftly raises his hands and pulls down at the face of his opponent, stopping that momentum!

 

“But Ace cuts him off quicker than your last movie flopped, Comet!”

 

“That was an illegal eye rake, Bobby, and your comment, a low blow to fans of Justice~ everywhere!”

 

Unlike Comet, the Real Deal doesn’t have much time to convalesce, as he’s swung down to the canvas in a judo-esque takedown! Ace takes his time, hefting Dustin up and dropping him down in a pendulum backbreaker – but he doesn’t just drop him, instead, placing his elbow across Ryan’s throat and pushing down in a modified Bow and Arrow backbreaker! Eddy Long counts for a break, reaching four before Lezaire shoves Ryan off in a heap. Ace stands and executes the deadly one foot cocky pin – while flexing his muscles, he points to his belt buckle!

 

BOOOOO!

 

“The SWF citizens don’t like that one bit, Robert!”

 

“COME ON BABY~!” adds Lezaire. “That was the greatest Bow and Arrow backbreaker ever!” notes Riley, as the count is on!

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

“That’s it Comet, it’s over, baby goes to sleep!” adds Riley.

 

 

 

TWO—No! Ryan shrugs off Ace’s foot rolling onto his stomach. ”Baby goes to sleep, huh? The greatest Bow and Arrow backbreaker ever, eh? I didn’t realize you were delusional enough to think this match would end like that, Bobby.”

 

“This coming from the spandex wearing superhero to my right… freak…” mumbles Riley, trailing off, as Ryan makes it to his hands and knees. Meanwhile, Ace taunts the crowd with a little turn, thumbs pointing back at his chiseled body. Lezaire returns his attention to the Real Deal, pulling him up by his blonde tresses, into a standing position—

 

Crack!

 

Crack!

 

—Allows Ryan to land two snap kicks! Winded a little, Ace takes a step or two back, but as Dustin gets ready to press his advantage, Lezaire cocks his leg, fires off—

 

Crack!

 

—And connects with a roundhouse kick to the head! Dustin takes the attack, but doesn’t fall, giving Ace the go ahead to press his advantage, but Ryan fires off a shotei from his couched position to back Ace up, buying him some time. Lezaire shakes off the strike and moves forward, directly into a jumping side kick, for a knockdown! “Jumping side kick finds it’s mark!” notes Comet, while Dustin clearly still dizzy from the roundhouse, grabs Ace by the arm and yanks him up, attempting an Irish whip, but Ace counters, twisting in the hold; he ends up face to face with his adversary. Ryan’s eyes widen, as he takes a toe kick to the gut. “We’re about to see the Greatest Ever Finisher in the History of Everything!” bellows Riley, and parts of the crowd are quick to rise, as Ace turns, reaching back for Dustin’s neck, but the wary vet gets out of dodge quickly diving back away from Lezaire and into the ropes, clearly still winded!

 

“Oh my, Dustin just dodged a major bullet there, eh Comet.”

 

Ace stalks over towards his opponent, who’s hanging on the ropes and tries to pull him away – but Dustin’s having none of that. Lezaire fires off two forearm, but he still can’t pull Dustin off… so he takes a step back and cocks his leg—

 

Whoosh~!

 

—And misses, his leg soaring over Ryan’s head, as he darts into a back to back position with Ace, grabbing at his neck and pulling him two steps towards the middle of the ring!! The rest of the crowd rises to their feet, as Comet screams out. “Ace’s attempt at a stunner may not have been the end, but this folks, could be the Real Deal!”

 

 

…

 

 

“No!” yells Riley and he speaks the truth, as Lezaire breaks the neck-breaker and scrambles out of harms way!! Dustin shakes his head a little, as Ace stand irate in the ropes, scowling out at the crowd. Ryan moves forward and suddenly glances down as Ace turns, his leg cocking back…

 

“Caught!” Comet yells in the same tone as Riley did before. Ryan did catch the leg, wise to Ace’s method of kicking now, but he caught one thing a little too late. All the tell tale signs are there as Ryan quickly attempts to shield his head… but Lezaire leaps quicker than he can move and Dustin can only slightly cushion the blow! The Real Deal falls to the mat face first and Ace shakes off his anger at Dustin countering out of the greatest finisher ever made, then toes him over, going for the pin!

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

THR—No! Ryan rolls a shoulder up off the mat! The crowd really gets behind Ryan for the first time in the match, with a loud pop! “Citizen Dustin has begun to win this Portland crowd over with his will to win, in his debut match!”

 

Ace stands, planning out his next attack as Ryan crawls towards the ropes and pulls himself up into the corner to get up. Lezaire walks over and plants a boot into the mid-section of Ryan, before tossing him in cross corner whip—

 

“Reversal by citizen Dustin! Ryan reverses the Irish whip, sending Ace in hard—he’s looking a little shaky Bobby, but maybe he can take back control of the match here!” Dustin shakes his head and gets a running start, going shoulder first for the gut of Ace – but his wily opponent sidesteps and assists him shoulder first into the ring post!! Ryan holds his right shoulder in pain, clearly stunned and trying to protect his shoulder, as he is pulled towards the center of the ring by his hair, and Ace flips him to the mat with a deep arm drag, taking it into an arm-bar!

Referee Eddy Long comes over, asking Dustin if he’ll give and getting a no, while Lezaire wrenches away on his arm-bar! Ryan attempts to move in the hold for a counter and Lezaire feels it, stepping over the Real Deals head and he uses his leg to trap Ryan’s neck!! Dustin shouts out in pain, causing Ace to nod his head, as if to say ‘yeah I outsmarted him’. Ryan laments in his seated position for a few seconds, waving his hand to try and get the fans support…

 

DUSSSSSST—IN! DUSSSSSST—IN!

 

“They’re not…” mumbles Riley.

 

And the support comes in a wave of chants.

 

DUSSSSSST—IN! DUSSSSSST—IN!

DUSSSSSST—IN! DUSSSSSST—IN!

 

“They’re not chanting for him?”

 

Ryan slides a little in the hold, as Ace yells at the crowd to shut up, but they can’t—no, won’t stop chanting. Dustin slowly but surely works his way into a striking position and then scores with a forearm and another for the break! Lezaire fights back with forearms of his own, but stumbles back, unsure what to do as the Real Deal presses his advantage, pushing through the pain in his arm and leaping forward in a Thez press! The weight causes Ace to collapse to the mat and Dustin pounds away with right-hand, after right-hand, whipping the crowd into a frenzy!!!

 

“Listen to this crowd, Bobby!”

 

DUSSSSSST—IN! DUSSSSSST—IN!

DUSSSSSST—IN! DUSSSSSST—IN!

 

“If they’re not chanting for him, then I’m a monkey’s uncle and you aren’t a little cum-see-cum-sai!”

 

Bobby Riley opens his mouth and closes it again, as Dustin gets up off of Ace, and stumbles around a little regaining his bearing, while Lezaire rises to one knee. Ryan turns, spotting his opponent who’s looking for his bearings as well and sprints forward, hopping onto his knee… kicking off it with his own right foot…

 

 

Crack!!

 

 

…And positively blasting Ace with a shinning wizard~!!

 

“Cover!” shouts Comet, as Dustin falls on top of Ace, the crowd counting along!

 

 

“OONNNEEEE!”

 

 

 

 

“Kick out, Ace!”

 

 

 

 

“TWWWWOOOOOOO!”

 

 

 

 

“Come on—come on—kick out!”

 

 

 

 

“THREEEEEEEEEEEE-NOOO!”

 

“That was the greatest kick-out ever, Comet!” says Riley, as Lezaire rolls a shoulder up off the mat and the crowd lets out a collective groan. Ryan sits up and pushes some blonde hair out of his eyes, now matted down from sweat, in slight disbelief. He looks to the official, who lets him know it was indeed a two count and then grabs Ace by his red mane, pulling him up to his feet! Ace looks like he’s on dream-street, as Ryan rears back and—

 

Thwack!

 

Thwack!

 

—Peppers him with two European uppercuts to the chin! Ace falls back, turning around and trying to find somewhere to hide from the Real Deal’s onslaught. He finally stumbles into the corner and Dustin stumbles in after him on slightly unsure legs, after all the energy he’s used, but he quickly hops onto the turnbuckle and leads the crowd in some old school ten corner punches!!!!

 

”ONE!”

 

“TWO!”

 

“THREE!”

 

“FOUR!”

 

“FIVE!”

 

“SIX!”

 

“SEVE—OHHHHH!”

 

THUM—BAAAAMMMM!

 

Dustin lands hard on the canvas, his arms out to either side, body folded up over top him, like and accordion!!!! Ace sits stunned for a moment, clearly not quite all there, as the Portland crowd quiets. “Cover him, Ace. Cover him like a gay band covers YMCA!”

 

“Hey, you resemble that remark…” adds Comet, but Riley pays him no mind.

 

Then, as if a switch goes off, he falls onto Ryan in a pin!

 

“Here’s the cover!” shouts Riley!

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

NOOOOO!

 

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

 

Ryan body is now face down on the mat – still in a mangled heap, but face down, meaning he rolled a shoulder off the canvas somehow!!!! Ace is down on his back, blinking up at the lights, as the crowd continues to applaud the resilience of Dustin. Eddy Long looks at both men and then raises his arms to count.

 

”ONE!”

 

 

“TWO!”

 

 

“THREE!”

 

“The first person to their feet here, Robert, will have a definite advantage!”

 

“FOUR!”

 

“You think, Comet?!” yells Riley, in a mocking tone.

 

“FIVE!”

 

“As a matter of fact, I do.” Responds Comet, as finally, Lezaire decides to move, rolling onto his belly and pushing up!

 

“SIX!”

 

Getting up to one knee.

 

”SEVEN!”

 

Using the ropes.

 

“EIGH—”

 

And rising, stumbling into the corner he just occupied seconds ago. Ace looks out at the crowd sweat causing his hair to frizz, and then looks down at his opponent who is finally beginning to show signs of life. Lezaire takes one wobbly step out towards him and grasps his right arm to pull him up, pausing only to tell the crowd that he’s got things under control.

 

“Got things under control—just a bloody second ago you barely kicked-out of a shinning wizard!” says Comet, getting a little riled up. “I demand JUSTICE~!”

 

“Demand justice all you want Comet, but he did kick-out, and that’s all that matters!”

 

Ace bends at the waist, prompting Comet to ask ‘Just what’s about to happen here?’, but he quickly gets an answer, as Dustin is placed into a fireman’s carry by the worn out Lezaire. “Ace is breaking out his Death Valley Driver and after this even if Dustin kicks out, he’ll be easy pickings for the Greatest Ever Finisher in the History of Everything, which some may call the A.C.E... but I sure won’t since that’s not as cool!”

 

“DVD attempt coming up here and this could be—BLOCKED! Citizen Dustin has a death grip on the ropes and he will not let go!” Ace struggles to pull Dustin from the ropes, not getting anywhere at all! Finally with a mighty tug he gets him to release his weakened right arm, but the left stays strong! Lezaire realizes he must soften him up first and pissed off beyond belief, Ace drops to a knee under the weight of Ryan and lets him fall into the ropes in a heap. The ropes being the only thing that can keep him up, for the moment, Ace wails into his opponent—

 

Crack!

 

Crack!

 

Crack!

 

—With anger induce kicks! Dustin continues to hold on, knee weak, so Ace nails him with a straight jab that forces him to move towards the middle of the ropes!

 

Wap!

 

Another punch sends Dustin bouncing of the ropes, wobbly!!

 

“I think it’s close to over for citizen Dustin… he’s doesn’t even look awake.”

 

“After this last punch, I know Ace will finish him off!”

 

“I will say no more on the matter, until the end of this match, after such a valiant effort.”

 

Ace lines him up for the final, telling blow. He’s toying with him and he knows it. Why not set-up the greatest finisher of all time with a discuss punch, because he can—

 

 

 

 

A cocky discuss punch…

 

 

 

 

 

A move that can easily be ducked under!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

“I don’t believe it!” shouts Riley.

 

 

 

 

Ryan reaches back grabbing Ace’s neck with both hands and takes two big steps forward, dragging him to the center of the ring!!! Ryan's tired and it shows, as he preps for his finisher—

 

 

 

 

 

 

“COUNTER!!!!” yells Riley.

 

 

 

 

 

Lezaire pries at the injured right wing of the Real Deal, turning into his body and causing them to be face to face!!! Ace reaches up for his Ace crusher, but gets pushed off!!!!

 

 

“NOOOO!!!!” shouts Bobby.

 

 

The crowd doesn’t know what to think, and somewhere in there they attempt to cheer, as Lezaire comes back of the ropes—because Ryan fires off his super-kick!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

But that’s not enough, as Ace catches the foot, leaving Ryan hopping around…

 

 

Comet can only shake his head.

 

 

Ace knows the enzuigiri is coming, he did it to Ryan himself, so he shields his head on the side…

 

 

 

 

CRACK!

 

 

 

 

...Only to get caught with a backflip kick!!!!!!!!!!!! Dustin lands on his hands and knees, face covered by sweaty hair, breathing heavily. He looks up and scrambles into as quick a cover as possible.

 

 

“ONNEEEE!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

“This must be it…”

 

 

 

 

 

 

“TWWWOOOOOOOOO!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Right, Comet?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

“THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Right?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

And Comet stayed true to his word…

 

 

 

 

 

 

“The winner of this match, by pinfall, RYAN DUSSSSSSTIN!”

 

Both men lay on the mat, near dead, as Comet speaks for the first time in a minute. “Ladies and gentlemen, what a match by these two…”

 

And that’s all he can say, as they fade to commercial break…

[King Cucaracha 0]

I'm no expert on creative criticism, but if no-one else gives any soon then I'll have a go.

 

On the first read though...For a first effort, that looks a rock solid match as far as the prose of the match goes. The main problem that stands out is the rushed ending, which on this occassion may have worked against you...but on the face of things, doesn't really take away too much from the actual match when marking isn't needed.

 

As I say...I'll have a go at analysing more for you when I have the time if Taamo or someone else more qualified doesn't beat me to it. But for now, I'd say that I'd be proud of that for a first match. And that's literally, considering my first match.

[The Amazing Rando 0]

didn't you win your first match, Triple Crown Landon?

[HollywoodSpikeJenkins 0]

“We are well into tonight’s SWF Lockdown, with two returns and two debuts!” exclaims Comet.

 

“And more to come. Which includes Janus killing Crowe, and Tom Flesher taking Dace Night down, one falls to none.”

 

“If that’s the way you see things, Bobby. But up next, the USJL Triple Crown Championship is on the line, as “Hollywood” Spike Jenkins gets a rematch from Storm as he takes on the champion, Landon “La Cucaracha” Maddix!”

 

“How does this guy get a rematch? He used an illegal chokehold to make Landon tap out. It wasn’t fair!”

 

“It wasn’t a choke hold…”

 

“Commissioner Zenon said it was, and he did the right thing and banned all choke holds from this match!”

 

“The Song About Nothing” by the Malibu Boy Scouts starts up over the PA system around the Memorial Coliseum as the fans rise to their feet, and begin cheering the on coming challenge. Funyon stands in the middle of the ring, ready to get this match going.

 

“The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the USJL Triple Crown Championship! Introducing first, the challenger…”

 

“Hollywood” Spike Jenkins walks out from behind the entrance curtain; water bottle in hand and a determined look in his eyes. Spike begins to make his way down the entranceway, sipping at the bottle and tossing it to the side as he enters the ringside area.

 

“Weighing in at a total of Two Hundred and Twenty Pounds. He hails from Hollywood, California and is a Former SJL World Heavyweight Champion! He is ‘Hollywood’ Spike Jenkins!!!!”

 

Spike climbs up onto the ring apron, and steps through the ropes. He immediately heads for the corner, climbing onto the middle ropes and raising his arms in the air. Flash photography goes off around the arena, as Spike hops back down, and waits for his opponent.

 

“Spike has beaten Landon Maddix once before, can he do it again tonight?” asks Comet.

 

“No, because now he can’t cheat.”

 

The lights dim slowly, down to near darkness as a buzz fills the arena. A good few seconds of the near darkness pass, with only a faint guitar riff playing in the background. That begins to pick up, and eventually drums join in too, before suddenly a booming voice appears over the P.A system...

 

 

"PREPARE...FOR...LANDON!"

 

 

 

Incubus' "Megalomaniac" continues playing, as four bright blue lights illuminate the arena from the entranceway, flashing two at a time through the otherwise dark arena. The crowd responds to this with a flurry of boos as from behind the curtain steps the Landon Maddix, stopping at the top of the ramp and thrusting his gold-filled hands out to his side as the lights return back to normal. Landon turns back to the curtains...as Megan Skye follows out from the back. They then walk down the ramp, with Landon leading the way, jaw jacking with fans on the way down the ramp as he goes.

 

”And his opponent! Accompanied to the ring by his “Perfect 10” Megan Skye. Weighing in at a total of Two Hundred and Ten pounds. He hails from Huron, South Dakota. He is a former SJL Television Champion, a former two times SJL European Champion and the last reigning SJL World Heavyweight Champion. He represents the Unnamed and is a Disciple of Todd. He is the current reigning and defending USJL Triple Crown Champion. He is Landon “La Cucaracha” Maddix!!!!”

 

 

Landon leaps to the apron, extending a hand to Megan and helping her hop to the apron. Gentlemanly he holds the middle rope up allowing Megan into the ring, before running across the apron and leaping up to the middle turnbuckle. Looking out at the crowd, Landon grins and looks down at the floor...

 

"HEY MEG - A -LOMANIAC"

 

...before throwing his arms up HHH-style, displaying his three Triple Crown belts. Landon leaps over the top rope and into the ring. The referee of the match, CED Ordonez walks over to his corner, and asks for his title belts. Landon hands CED the title belts, all folded on top of one another, as CED raises them in the air, with the USJL Title Belt in front. CED hands the belts off to a ring crewmember, as he quickly checks Landon in the corner for weapons. When satisfied, CED calls for the bell to start this title match.

 

*Ding Ding Ding*

 

“And we are on underway, as the USJL Triple Crown Championship is on the line!”

 

Both men walk out of their respected corners, and circle around before meeting in the center of the ring with a collar-elbow tie up. Landon struggles not to lose the opening seconds of the match to the challenger, but Spike proves again to be the stronger of the two. He quickly pulls Landon into a side headlock. Not wanting a repeat of their last match, Landon squeezes out of Spike’s hold and falls back into the ropes.

 

“Already, Spike goes for the headlocks that helped him keep Landon down on Storm.” Notes Comet.

 

“But Landon quickly escapes. See? Landon learned not to get caught in Spike’s choke holds.”

 

“They are headlocks…”

 

Landon sits in the ropes, looking at Spike who just keeps challenging him to get back into the center of the ring. Landon looks towards Megan Skye, who has no answers of her own.

 

 

“LAAAAANDOOOOON SUUUUUCKS”

 

 

“LAAAAANDOOOOON SUUUUUCKS”

 

 

Landon starts shaking his head as the fans voice their opinion. Spike starts walking around the ring, clapping his hands to the chant.

 

“Shut up! Don’t you know you are distracting Landon!” says an angst Riley.

 

Landon gets up to a full stance, holding his hears to shield the chant…

 

“LAAAAANDOOOOON SUUUUUCKS”

 

He enters the middle of the ring, where Spike makes his move on the distracted champion. Spike goes low, and pulls the legs out from underneath Landon with a single leg takedown. With a grasp on Landon’s ankle, Spike flips him over onto his stomach. With a quick dive over the champion’s body, Spike locks in a headlock. Not fully locked in, Landon squeezes out from behind it. Landon quickly grabs Spike around the collar with his own headlock. Spike easily pushes Landon off of him, and with Landon out of the loop, locks in another headlock on the champion. Not wanting to get caught in this mess again, Landon squeezes out of the headlock again, and falls backwards into the ropes.

 

“Smart man! Staying out of the choke holds and keeping Spike off balance.”

 

“Wait…what? Choke holds? Spike off balance? What match are you watching?”

 

“The one right in front of us. You silly, silly man in a superhero’s outfit.”

 

Landon uses the ropes to climb to his feet, as Spike gets to his as well. Spike challenges Landon to the center of the ring, which he quickly obliges. Landon jumps into a face off with Spike, running his mouth at his challenger. Spike doesn’t back off, and starts his own trash talk. Without a warning, Landon launches a disrespectful slap across the face of the champion.

 

 

 

*SMACK*

 

 

 

Spike grabs at his face, but replies with a slap of his own.

 

 

 

*SMACK*

 

 

Landon grabs at his face, but returns the slap with a knife-edged chop across the chest.

 

 

 

*CRACK*

 

 

“WHOOOOOOOO”

 

 

 

Spike takes the chop, and replies with one of his own.

 

 

 

*CRACK*

 

 

 

“WHOOOOOOO”

 

 

 

And once again, Landon cracks another chop across Spike’s chest.

 

 

 

 

 

*CRACK*

 

 

 

 

“WHOOOOOOOOO”

 

 

 

Refusing to give in, Spike returns with his own chop…again.

 

 

 

 

*CRACK*

 

 

 

 

“WHOOOOOOOOO”

 

 

Before letting his opponent respond, Spike whips off a quick kick to the gut. Landon stumbles over, allowing Spike to push him back into the ropes. Spike grabs Landon’s wrist, and Irish whips him across the ropes. Landon hits the ropes, and charges back to a waiting Spike. Spike wraps his arms around Landon’s waist, and flips him through the air with a tilt-a-whirl. The cocky Landon shows off his aerial defense system, as he lands on his feet.

 

 

 

 

*CRACK*

 

 

 

“WHOOOOOOOOO”

 

 

 

With a quick knife-edge chop across the chest, Landon takes control of the match. Landon charges backwards into the ropes. Rebounding off the ropes, Landon dives into the waiting arms of Spike again. With another flip through the air, Landon wraps his legs around Spike’s head and flips him over with a head scissors takeover!

 

 

“Hold on, Comet. Let me stand up and applaud that maneuver by the greatest USJL Triple Crown Champion of all time.” Riley says as he stands up out of his seat, and begins a Tom Flesher-like Golf Clap.

 

“Sit down, Robert!”

 

 

Spike jumps up to his feet, but is met with a push back into the ropes by Landon. Landon grabs Spike by the wrist and Irish whips him across the ring. Spike holds onto Landon’s wrist, though, and pulls him into a kick to the gut. Landon doubles over, allowing Spike to lock him in a front face lock. Spike slaps the back of Landon and drops down, driving Landon head first into the mat with a DDT!

 

“DDT by Spike Jenkins! Same move he used to work on Landon’s neck on Storm!”

 

Spike sits up, and quickly turns Landon over onto his back. Spike hops up to his feet, reaches down, and pulls Landon up to a sitting position by his hair. Spike places his legs to the side of Landon and now stands over him. He reaches down and locks Landon in a front face lock. Spike drops down and sits on the legs of Landon, wrapping his own legs around the USJL Champion’s waist. Spike keeps the front face lock locked in, and begins pulling at the neck of the champion!

 

“Guillotine Choke by Spike Jenkins!”

 

“Choke! IT’S A CHOKE! Break the move, Ref!”

 

“It’s technically not a choke…”

 

“Break the hold, ref! Commissioner Zenon said no choke holds!”

 

“It’s not a choke hold!”

 

But Zenon did say no choke holds, and considers this a choke. CED quickly jumps into Spike’s face, and tells him to break the hold. Spike breaks the hold, and jumps to his feet. Spike gets in CED’s face, to argue that it wasn’t a chokehold.

 

“Citizen Jenkins using the same DDT and Guillotine Choke that won him the match on Storm.”

 

“But he can’t use it now! It’s a chokehold! So ha!”

 

Making the ultimate mistake, and allows Landon some time to get oxygen through his body. Landon turns over onto his stomach, and climbs up to his feet. Spike turns around, but before being able to jump back on the attack, Landon pokes Spike in the eye~!

 

“Nice move by the USJL Triple Crown Champion!” Says Riley who is enjoying the action.

 

Spike doubles over, trying to get his vision back together. Landon grabs a hold of Spike’s back and with a big thrust into the corner, drives Spike into the steel post shoulder first!

 

“That is going to sting in the morning!” Laughs Bobby Riley.

 

“Spike Jenkins going shoulder first into the steel post. Landon Maddix waited for his opportunity, and he cheated to get it. I hope he is proud.”

 

“When he walks out of here with those three title belts, he will be.”

 

As Spike hangs upside down between the middle and top rope, Landon Maddix flaunts around the ring posing to his fellow Followers of Todd. But most of the arena chant he sucks.

 

“LAAAAANDOOOOON SUUUUUCKS”

 

 

 

 

 

“LAAAAANDOOOOON SUUUUUCKS”

 

 

 

 

Megan Skye stands on the outside of the ring, applauding as Landon makes an ass out of himself in the ring. Landon calmly walks into the corner where Spike is hanging. He reaches down, grabbing Spike by his hair and pulling him out of the corner. Landon drags Spike by the hair into the center of the ring. Landon radiates a giant smirk off his face, as he gives Spike a few cocky slaps across the face. Spike, too hurt to react, just stands there taking them. Landon wraps his arm around Spike’s shoulder and in between his legs and lifts him into the air. Landon drives Spike back first into the mat with a powerslam.

 

“Big powerslam by the champion. Now let’s see him follow up and put Spike Jenkins away for good.” Gloats Bobby.

 

Landon cockily walks backwards into the nearest ropes and gets some momentum behind him as he walks out of it. Landon comes up next to the body of Spike and leaps into the air. Landon comes crashing down on top of Spike’s chest at full force with a running senton! Landon sits up next to Spike who is now clutching at his chest. Landon gives himself a little golf clap for his efforts, as does Megan on the outside. Landon lies back on Spike, cockily covering him with no effort put in.

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

THR…NO! Spike spasms out of the pin.

 

“How did he kick out? That should of finished him off!”

 

Landon gets up to his feet, a little peeved that he hasn’t put away the challenger yet. Landon reaches down, and grabs Spike by his hair and pulls him up to his feet. Landon grabs Spike by his bad arm, and wrenches it into an arm wringer. Spike yelps in pain, but tries to fight back with the help of his free arm and gets an elbow to Landon’s face. Landon stumbles back, a little taken off from the elbow. Spike unleashes a second and finally a third elbow that causes Landon to release the hold. Spike backs away, but comes flying back as he does a spin. Spike comes back from the spin and cracks Landon across the face with a Roaring Elbow!

 

“Roaring Elbow by Citizen Jenkins! Landon looks like he has been knocked silly!”

 

Landon indeed knocked a little loose-headed, stumbles back into the ropes. Landon stumbles out of the ropes, and is caught around the waist by a waiting Spike. Spike lifts Landon into the air sideways and drops down, driving Landon back first across his knee!

 

“Backbreaker! Spike is getting a second wind!”

 

“No! No! No! Landon is just letting him waste away at his energy. Soon enough, Landon will come back and take Spike down!”

 

Spike drops down on top of Landon, for the weak cover.

 

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

THRE…NO! Landon gets a shoulder up!

 

 

“See, I told you Landon was going to stay in the game.”

 

 

Spike climbs to his feet, still grabbing at his arm. He walks around to the bottom of Landon’s body, as Landon clutches his back in pain. Spike reaches down, grabbing both of Landon’s legs and lifting them straight in the air. Spike places his leg through both of Landon’s and wraps Landon’s leg around his. Spike locks his arm around Landon’s ankle, as Landon continues to struggle. The struggle does no good as Spike turns around, forcing Landon over onto his stomach in a sharpshooter!

 

“The Sharpshooter is locked in on the champion!” exclaims Comet.

 

“Do something, Megan! Landon needs your help!”

 

Landon lies on his stomach, screaming in pain as Spike wrenches back. The pressure is building on Landon’s back and soon he won’t be able to hold it. Spike pulls back on the legs and as Landon nears the temptation of tapping out, Megan Skye climbs up onto the ring apron. She yells over at Referee Ordonez, quickly pulling him away from the submission move in the center of the ring. Almost instantly, Landon begins slapping the mat furiously, tapping out to the challenger.

 

“Landon taps out!”

 

“But the referee doesn’t see it! He is staring at Megan’s breast! How rude!” laughs Riley.

 

“This is EXACTLY what happened when Landon beat Coy West for the USJL Championship! It’s just not fair!”

 

Spike hears the tapping out through the roaring of the crowd, but has not heard the bell. Spike releases his hold, and gets to his feet. He turns around, only to find Megan Skye flirting with referee Ordonez. Spike walks over, and shouts at Ordonez to get back into the match. CED tells Spike that he will, as soon as he gets Megan off the apron. Spike turns towards Landon’s “Perfect 10” and screams at her to get off the apron. She simply ignores Spike, and goes back to CED.

 

“This is how Megan Skye helped Landon beat Coy West for the USJL Championship in the first place! Come on CED, do something!”

 

“I think he is. I think he is getting Megan’s phone number.” Chuckles Riley.

 

Spike turns back towards the champion, who is now getting to his feet. Spike refuses to let Landon get a second win, and starts back on him. Spike makes his way to Landon, and does a quick spin. Spike tosses an elbow into the air, aiming for the Roaring Elbow to connect with Landon’s face, but Landon ducks under it! Spike stumbles forward, a little surprised from the dodge. Landon sees the advantage, and grabs Spike around the throat and pulls back in a Rear Naked Choke!

 

“Choke holds are banned from this match!”

 

“What choke hold?” asks Riley.

 

“THAT’S A CHOKE HOLD!”

 

“No. That’s a sleeper hold.”

 

“IT CLEARLY IS NOT!”

 

“No need to go all postal, Comet. We knew from the beginning Landon Maddix was going to outsmart that half-wit, Spike Jenkins.”

 

“But it’s not fair! Landon complained that Spike used an illegal chokehold to beat him on Storm, WHICH HE DIDN’T. Now he is using Megan Skye to distract the referee while he uses his own chokehold! They are supposed to be banned from the match!” rants Comet.

 

“Well, if it was a chokehold, Referee CED would of put a stop to it.”

 

“HE IS BEING DISTRACTED BY MEGAN SKYE!”

 

“He’s a pimp.”

 

Landon pulls back on the throat as much as possible, just trying to suck all the wind out of Spike’s body. Spike tries to shake Landon off, but no avail as Landon now is riding on Spike’s back.

 

“He’s turning purple! Keep going Landon! That sleeper is really working!” laughs Bobby.

 

Spike continues trying to shake Maddix off him, but the Disciple of Todd keeps a tight hold. Landon puts all his weight down on Spike, trying to take the big cruiserweight down to his knees. Slowly…slowly…slowly the choke begins to wear down Spike. As he is visually turning blue, he keeps trying to get Maddix off of him.

 

“I can’t believe this. Landon is going to retain the title the same way he won it. A distraction, a chokehold, and cheating. I can’t believe this.” Sighs Comet.

 

Megan watches on from the ring apron. Still with the CED in her line of view, but behind him making sure that Maddix is bring Spike down. Maddix keeps the choke on, as Spike stumbles around with Landon on his back. Spike tries the last thing he can think of before the oxygen cuts off from his brain…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

…And charges back into the corner, driving Landon back first into the turnbuckles! Landon squeals in pain, but holds on the choke. Spike stumbles out of the corner, but charges right back in. Landon releases his hold, and leans back against the corner clutching his bad back. Spike stumbles out of the corner and drops to his knees, coughing.

 

“THAT’S NOT SUPPOSE TO HAPPEN!” yells a ferocious Bobby Riley.

 

“Spike fought out of the choke hold! He still has a chance!”

 

“No, he doesn’t. Once Landon gets back up, he’ll finish Spike off once and for all!”

 

Landon stands in the corner, grabbing at his back in pain. He walks out of the corner, and grabs Spike by the hair. Landon pulls Spike up to his feet…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

…But is dropped down to the mat by Spike’s double leg takedown!

 

 

“NO!” yells out Bobby Riley.

 

Megan Skye nearly jumps into the ring, as Spike pulls Landon’s legs out from under him. But Referee CED Ordonez is there to make sure she doesn’t do that. Landon tries to wiggle away from Spike’s hold on his legs, but it’s no use as he places his leg through both of Landon’s and wraps Landon’s leg around his. Spike locks his arm around Landon’s ankle, as Landon continues to struggle. The struggle does no good as Spike turns around, forcing Landon over onto his stomach in a sharpshooter!

 

“The Sharpshooter is locked in again!”

 

“FIGHT IT, LANDON! FIGHT!”

 

“He’s tapping out again! Landon is tapping out again!”

 

Indeed, Landon Maddix is tapping out once more. Spike wrenches back on the legs, refusing to let go. The crowd cheers, as Megan Skye watches her partner in crime tap out with CED right in front of her. She grabs onto CED, making sure he never turns around to see Landon tap out.

 

“Okay, Spike. Landon is tapping out, but the referee is distracted. Let go of the hold!”

 

“What?” asks Comet.

 

“Yeah, it’s the rules of wrestling. If you have a submission on and your opponent taps out, but the referee is distracted you let go of the hold and get the referee. It’s basic logic.”

 

“Didn’t Spike just do that, though? Then it resulted in Landon almost choking him out?”

 

“Well…yeah…”

 

“I don’t think Spike is letting go of it this time.”

 

Spike refuses to leave his post, with Landon’s legs wrapped around his. Landon screams in agony as he slaps the mat over and over.

 

“Holl-E WOOD! Holl-E WOOD!”

 

Megan continues shaking at CED Ordonez, doing anything within her power to keep him from turning around. So far, her plan is working as Landon keeps slapping the mat, giving away his USJL Triple Crown Championship. Spike looks over at Megan, and watches as she refuses to let go of the referee. Both their eyes meet each other and they are in a stand off, Megan with CED Ordonez and Spike with Landon Maddix.

 

“This is the match that will never end. It goes on and on my friends.” Sings Riley.

 

“Sooner or later, CED will turn around and see Landon tapping out.”

 

“Ummm…let me think. How about, No?”

 

“I hate you.”

 

Landon continues screaming in pain, but notices in the back of his mind that the referee hasn’t rung the bell yet. He looks over, and watches as Megan nearly pull the referee out of the ring. Landon taking the opportunity does the only thing he can and begins to crawl towards the ropes with Spike on his back. Landon reaches towards the ropes…

 

 

 

 

 

Almost has it…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Almost…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reaching…

 

 

 

 

 

Reaching…

 

 

 

 

 

 

And Landon grabs the bottom rope!

 

“He has the rope! Break the hold!” shouts Bobby Riley.

 

 

Landon clutches the ropes with a full grip, but Spike refuses to break the hold without the referee. Megan sees that Landon has grabbed the rope, and smiles as her plan worked perfectly. She quietly hops down from the apron, leaving a surprised CED Ordonez to turn around, and for the first time in forever look on as Spike has the sharpshooter on Landon. CED notices that Landon has the rope and quickly goes to break the hold. Spike refuses to break the hold, causing CED to start his count.

 

 

 

 

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

FOUR!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

…And Megan’s smile quickly turns to a frown as her plan backfires in her face. Spike pulls Landon off the ropes, and into the center of the ring. Sitting back into position, Spike keeps the sharpshooter locked on!

 

“NO! HE CAN’T DO THAT!” yells Riley.

 

“I think he just did!”

 

“But it’s not fair!” cries Riley.

 

“I think Spike outsmarted Megan. Maybe he let Landon grab the ropes, then when Megan got off the apron drawing the attention of CED back into the match, he pulls Landon into the middle of the ring.”

 

“Come on, Comet. Spike isn’t that smart! It’s just a big coincidence. Or that Spike is a CHEATER!”

 

Megan quickly jumps back onto the apron, and begins screaming in the direction of CED, but it’s too late as he is more focused on the match. Landon screams out in pain, standing on his arms to relief the pressure on his back, even though it doesn’t really work that much. Landon looks around for any help as Megan Skye tries her best to get CED’s attention…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

…But it’s too late.

 

 

 

*TAP TAP TAP*

 

 

 

“IT’S OVER! NEW USJL TRIPLE CROWN CHAMPION!”

 

 

The referee catches the tap out, and signals for the bell.

 

 

*DING DING DING*

 

“Spike Jenkins has defeated Landon Maddix to win the USJL Triple Crown Championship! He fought through all the cheating that Megan Skye and Landon put through him, but he did it!” exclaims Comet.

 

“This is such a mess. Spike cheated his way to this false victory! He doesn’t deserve that championship!” protests the now angry Bobby Riley.

 

Spike releases the sharpshooter from Landon, and falls over onto the mat face first. Referee CED Ordonez is handed the SJL European Championship, the SJL World Championship, and the USJL Championship belts. He walks over and drops the title belts in front of Spike, raising Spike’s hand in victory.

 

“Your winner via submission………AND NEW USJL TRIPLE CROWN CHAMPION!! “HOLLYWOOD” SPIKE JENKINS!!!!!!”

 

The crowd rises to their feet, cheering on the new Triple Crown champion as “The Song About Nothing” starts up again. Spike rises to his knees, taking the USJL Title belt off the mat and clutching it to his chest. Spike wraps the belt around his waist, firmly strapping it around its new holder. With his one good arm, Spike takes the other two title belts, and rises to his feet. In the background, Landon Maddix rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope, a beaten man.

 

“After working so hard in his two years in the SJL, and making his way back from a knee injury that kept him sidelined for more then two months. Spike Jenkins has returned, and taken the USJL Triple Crown Championship from the Disciple of Todd.”

 

“This is a travesty. I can’t believe this.”

 

“Believe it, Robert. Citizen Jenkins has climbed his way up the ladder, and has gained what it rightfully his.”

 

“Oh! He will get what is rightfully his. As soon as Commissioner Zenon takes those belts away from him!”

 

“He is going to have to pry it from Spike’s cold, dead fingers.”

 

“So be it.”

 

Spike walks into the corner, and climbs up onto the middle rope. Placing the SJL European Title over his bad arm’s shoulder and raising the SJL World Title with his good arm, Spike poses as the new USJL Triple Crown Champion. Flash bulbs go off around the arena, as the two-year veteran of the SJL/SWF claims his first championship in the big leagues. And by God, he will never let that championship slip away until he is dead and buried.

 

 

 

“Holl-E WOOD! Holl-E WOOD!”

[King Cucaracha 0]

didn't you win your first match, Triple Crown Landon?

Yeah, I did. And the next seven matches after it...

 

 

...just thought I'd mention that...

 

 

...but it wasn't a great match by any means. Wasn't till the Pole Match with Todd that I started writing to a competitive standard.

[The Amazing Rando 0]

yes...i know you were Super Undefeated Landon for a while. i think after losing my first match to Todd...i went undefeated through July (and won Superstar of the Month to boot) before getting my ass kicked around by EngDrag (though i no-showed those cause i didn't want the Euro Title at that point).