Smarkdown Losing Matchs Thread

[The Amazing Rando 0]

Well here it is. According to Thoth it was close and I think that says alot for what me and Flik can do as a team on our first try. How crazy is that? Just think about that for a second. Flik almost became a tag champion.

 

*faints*

 

Alright, enough of the joking around, here's our work of art...

 

 

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*****SWF REWIND*****

 

SWF Storm – 5 Days Ago

 

-- The Tag Team Contendership Battle Royal --

 

“YES! DURAN CAUGHT TODD!” Riley screams as Todd Royal is caught on John Duran’s shoulders after a slingshot suplex attempt…but the Wayward Sons aren’t ready to accept that. As both men leap toward the ropes, Duran tries to steady himself, only to catch a double dropkick right into his knees!

 

The Notorious One begins to fall backward toward the floor trying to keep Royal in the air, but as always

 

…gravity must win…

 

 

*DING DING DING*

 

 

“THE WAYWARD SONS WIN!”

 

The Cyclone Comet’s voice echoes out as the Wayward Sons celebrate their number one contendership, but there was more to the story than meets the eye.

 

*****END REWIND*****

 

“You just saw a little clip there of what turned out to be Coy West’s final SWF match. Coming up next, however, we have the match that came out of that battle royal, as the World Tag Team Champions Hollywood Boulevard step into the ring with the remaining Wayward Son, Alan Clark.”

 

“Two against one! This ought to be something for all the fans out there to record for future viewing! Everyone get their VCRs ready for Alan Clark’s complete dismantling!” the laughter of Bobby Riley nearly turns into a snort, but luckily The Comet intervenes before such a thing can take place.

 

“Robert, how do you know Citizen Clark hasn’t found a partner in the last few days?”

 

“A PARTNER? That’s rich, SuperBoy! Alan Clark has about as many friends as I have homeless people living in my garage!”

 

“So he has about a dozen or so friends?” Comet’s off-beat question causes a long icy stare from Bobby, and he barely can brush it off.

 

“What!? All I’m saying is that Alan Clark does not have a partner, and because of that Mike Van Siclen and Todd Cortez are going to eradicate the tag ranks of another team and further push themselves to greatness!” Riley gains back some of his pinnace, he is suddenly interrupted by a loud booming voice…

 

CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SONS…

There’ll be peace when you are done

Lay your weary heads to rest

Don’t you cry no more…

 

BOOOOOM!

 

Fiery green pyro explodes from the entranceway and the sold-out crowd is on their feet, as Alan Clark appears on the stage alone, wearing his white pants and Wayward Son t-shirt. Alan keeps his head down a few extra moments before raising his right hand high above his head…almost as a silent signal to Coy West who is undoubtedly watching from somewhere.

 

“Ladies and Gentlemen…the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL…as is for the S-W-F WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS!” Funyon’s voice echoes above the music and throughout the arena.

 

“Introducing first…weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds…he hails from Long Beach, California…. ALAN CLARK!!”

 

As Funyon finishes the introduction, Alan steps out of his pose at the top of the ramp and begins to make his way to the ring, slapping a few hands of the concerned fans, but Alan can be seen reassuring them that he will be okay.

 

“Look at him! He knows he isn’t going to make it out of this match under his own power! He’s telling those fans to call 9-1-1!”

 

“Oh would you stop!” The old announcing staple slips from Comet’s lips, causing a little chuckle from Bobby, but he does indeed still stop, showing a tiny fraction of respect as Alan Clark rolls under the bottom rope and into the ring. Alan gets to his feet and moves to the center of the ring, looking dead into the camera as his fingers point to his t-shirt and four loud bursts of pyro shoot from the ringposts…

 

BOOM!

 

BOOM!

 

 

BOOM!

 

 

BOOM!

 

“You have to respect that, Robert! Citizen Clark is going in there and trying to win the tag titles alone for his friend Coy West! That’s commendable and if you won’t give him the applause he deserves, then I will!” The Comet claps a few times, throwing out a few extra words of encouragement under his breathe as the music fades out and Alan turns to the entranceway…

 

”…Don’t Close Your Eyes…”

 

The opening beats of Switchfoot’s “This Is Your Life” bring down a chorus of boos as Mike Van Siclen leaps out from behind the curtain and through a forming wall of smoke and raising his right arm in the air, showing off one of the two tag team championship belts. From behind him comes the “Urban Legend” himself, Todd Cortez, who walks with the other belt around his waist as he throws his arms up across his face as he walks down the ramp, keeping a few steps behind his partner.

 

“And his opponents…at a combined weight of four hundred and fifty two pounds…they are the SWF WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS… they are MIKE VAN SICLEN and the “URBAN LEGEND” TODD CORTEZ… HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD!!”

 

As the two men get to the ring, Mike rolls under the bottom rope and up to his feet, taking a moment to look toward Alan before turning his attention to the crowd, raising his championship high above his head once more. On the outside of the ring, Todd has removed his gold cross, giving it a gentle kiss…taking a moment to peer down towards it and handing it over to a ringside attendant. Todd then climbs the ring steps and leaps over the top rope and into the ring, landing gingerly on his toes and pulling away his title before joining Van Siclen in showing off their championships.

 

“See now, those two are champions!” Riley points out the blatantly obvious fact as Senior Referee Nick Soapdish takes the belts from the two men and looks over at Alan, wondering if he should really go ahead and officially start the match. After a brief pause, Soapdish can do nothing but hold the belts in the air himself, making sure that the stragglers and slower fans know that the match really is for the tag team gold, no fooling.

 

“Well here we go, this championship match looks like it’s going to be a handicapped affair! Let’s just hope Citizen Clark knows what he is doing…” The Comet’s remarks seem solemn, but as Soapdish hands the titles to another ringside crew member…another voice sounds out over the PA System….

 

”…An overwhelming symbol of power…”

 

“Oh you have got to be kidding me…” Riley can be heard saying as the first few notes of “Darkest Omen” pump throughout the building, causing all four men in the ring to look toward the entranceway. Sure enough, from behind the curtain and out of the shadows steps Edward James…

 

 

…wearing a Wayward Son t-shirt?!!?!!?

 

“What do we have here?! It seems Alan Clark may have found himself a tag team partner after all!” The Comet exclaims, but as the camera zooms in on Alan’s face one thing is for certain, he is just as shocked as everyone else is.

 

“Look! That goofball has no idea what’s going on! A parade could go past and he’d still have that silly dumbfounded look on his face!”

 

“Robert, I think we’d all be a bit confused if a parade passed through the arena…” Comet assures his partner, but Bobby simply slaps his face in rebuttal as Edward gets to the ring and climbs up the ring steps. Looking at each of the men inside the ring before stepping through the ropes, James holds a little apprehension in his eyes, but after a quick breath he enters, standing tall above the rest of the superstars.

 

Alan’s face still shows signs of confusion as Edward pulls the t-shirt off his body and hands it to him, pointing for him to stand on the apron. Alan obliges, tossing the shirt to the outside of the ring as he steps back out through the ropes and takes his position.

 

“It seems Citizen James wants to start this match, but I don’t think the champions are taking this challenge too seriously.” The Comet says as James turns his attention back to Mike and Todd, who stand in their corner with smirks on their faces, wondering what they did to conjure up the rookie monster that stands before them.

 

With a simple wave of his hand and a small laugh, Mike can barely be heard telling Todd that he will take care of everything. Cortez can do nothing but shake his head and exit the ring, leaving Mike and Edward together.

 

*DING DING DING*

 

The bell sounds with the two men standing a few feet apart, but Mike shows no fear at the opponent standing over him. James can only look down at Van Siclen as the cocky veteran motions for a lock-up.

 

“Mike Van Siclen is going to tear that big lug apart!”

 

“I don’t know about that, but it looks like Citizen Van Siclen is not afraid of the power that the rookie possesses…” The Comet starts, but no sooner do the two men go into a tie-up does Edward shove back, sending Mike back hard into the corner, causing him to hit just beside his partner. “…but it seems he might be a little afraid now.” Despite those words, Mike simply takes a breath and steps out of the corner, brushing himself off… …and taking off like a shot!

 

Van Siclen rushes toward James, but again Mike looks to have acted before thinking everything through, and with a grunt the big man throws out his arm…nearly taking Mike’s head off with a hard lariat!

 

“Ooooo…” even Bobby Riley shudders a bit as Mike’s body is sent down to the canvas, causing his head to violently bounce off the mat. With Mike down, Todd Cortez’s eyes alternate between the two men, and James can do little more than shrug before shifting his weight and falling toward the mat, driving an elbow into Van Siclen’s chest.

 

“Citizen James is barely breaking a sweat right now!” The Comet remarks as Edward gets back to his feet and turns his attention to Alan Clark, who isn’t exactly sure of what he is seeing. James smiles and goes back to Van Siclen, who has made his way to the corner and is trying to tag in Cortez, who looks less than thrilled at having to go in the ring against James.

 

Mike rolls under the bottom rope and onto the apron as Cortez enters the ring. Edward and Todd share a look as they decide to go into a lock-up, and once again James does nothing more than a shove, taking the time to showcase his power. Cortez is ready, however, and holds on to James as he falls back, dropping to the mat and causing the big man’s head to connect with the turnbuckle!

 

“Yes! That’s how you counter something like that!” Riley cheers, but the cheer soon turns to silence as the close camera looks up from near Todd’s view to see James looking down at him, smiling slightly.

 

“By Zeus! I don’t think he hurt him!” The Comet yells as James reaches down and grabs Todd by the hair, pulling him up and out of the corner. Referee Soapdish warns off the hair pulling and Edward obliges by letting go, but before Cortez can make a move James sends a knee into his chest and hooks in a headlock on the Urban Legend, dragging him head-first across the ring to the Wayward corner. As Edward moves closer, he extends his hand, looking toward Alan for a tag.

 

Alan looks at Edward and then out into the arena, and the sold-out crowd cheers in response to the question they know is on Clark’s mind. Alan seems to get the point and, with a flourish, he makes the tag in and hops over the top rope, landing a few steps from the trapped Cortez.

 

Instead of taking over for James, however, Alan falls backwards into the corner and braces himself on the top rope, asking for Edward to come at him with Cortez. The big man gets the hint and begins to pull Todd toward the corner as Alan leaps up, extending his legs and connecting with a dropkick straight to Todd’s face just as Edward let’s go! Todd takes the kick hard and drops to the canvas as James exits the ring, leaving Alan to smile once more before dropping down and going for a quick cover…

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

TWO…KICKOUT!

 

“Oh come on! Alan Clark had to know it would take a lot more than that to beat Cortez!” Riley mutters from his seat as Todd rolls to his chest and holds his head, trying to protect it after the dropkick.

 

“I think he did, Robert, and I also think that Alan did that on purpose…because look at Citizen Van Siclen on the outside!” The Comet points to the apron where Mike is pacing back and forth, yelling out instructions to his partner. Todd may or may not be able to hear them or really care at that exact moment, as Alan picks him back up and pushes him into the corner. Clark makes the quick tag to James, who climbs back into the ring and takes over for Clark as Cortez tries to fight out of the corner and get across the ring, but Edward barely lets him get three feet out of the corner before lashing down across the Urban Legend’s back with a hard double axe handle.

 

“WHAMMY WITH THE HAMMY!” Riley suddenly blurts out, putting his hand over his mouth just as the last word leaves his lips. The comment causes a look of confusion and near laughter from the Comet, but he decides to simply shrug it off as James lifts Cortez off his feet and holds him in the air, pressing him military-style over his head.

 

”Look at the strength of Citizen James!” Comet calls out as Edward holds him there for a moment, looking toward a pleading Van Siclen on the outside. But even Mike knows that there isn’t much that can be done as James turns away from him and steps forward, dropping Cortez down behind his back and straight into the canvas.

 

In the Wayward corner, Alan is frantically calling for a tag as Todd tries to recover from the near eight foot drop he just took, and James plays along, moving to the corner and holding his hand up high, causing Alan to have to jump up to the top turnbuckle to make the tag.

 

“For Todd’s sake! Now they are over there playing little games! This is a serious wrestling match!” Riley loses his cool at the announce table as Alan pulls Cortez off his knees and whips him toward the ropes, but Todd is able to reverse it at the last second, sending Alan into the ropes…

 

 

…and Mike Van Siclen’s right foot!

 

Like a shot, Mike sends a kick into Alan’s lower back, catching him perfectly as he hits the ropes and causing him to stumble forward and right into Cortez’s waiting hands and into a DDT! Alan’s head ricochets off the canvas and the crowd explodes in a chorus of boos. Soapdish sends a warning Van Siclen’s way, but he simply holds up his hands in innocence.

 

“Mike Van Siclen needs to watch he doesn’t get disqualified!”

 

“For what? I didn’t see anything! And who cares if he gets a disqualification…then he keeps his championship!” Riley remarks as Todd pulls Alan off the mat.

 

Cortez keeps Alan hooked in the front facelock and begins rotating his body and pulling his arms up, stopping only when the back of Clark's neck rests snuggly on his right shoulder. Alan isn't snug for long, though, as Todd drops down, snapping Alan's head back with a vicious hangman's neck breaker.

 

”YES!” Riley exclaims as Alan lies in a heap from the neck breaker, leaving Cortez to add insult to injury by giving him a hard toe kick right into the middle of his spine. Alan lets out a howl of pain from the blow, and instinctively moves his arm towards his back. His arm tries clutching at his spinal column to give it a semblance of comfort.

 

“Citizen Cortez once again aims for the vertebrae of Clark!” The Cyclone Comet observes as Van Siclen reaches out to Cortez with his hand and gets the tag. Both men trade places but instead of going after Clark, Mike takes a few steps towards James and proceeds to talk the smack towards him. James takes exception to this and immediately tries to enter the ring, but Soapdish stops him from coming in.

 

With the referee keeping his eyesight and attention on Edward, Mike calls in Todd and together they hoist Clark up into a standing position. Clark flails for a moment before crashing hard onto his shoulder blades from a hard double Russian legsweep. Mike quickly rolls under the ropes and stands upon the ring apron and makes a loud clapping sound to make it sound like as if a tag had taken place.

 

“By Zeus! If the ref wasn’t trying to hold James back, he’d be able to stop this blatant cheating done by Citizen Siclen and Citizen Cortez,” Comet surmises.

 

Riley smirks as he counters, “Ah, but if Soapdish wasn’t holding James back, wouldn’t James be cheating as he isn’t the legal man for this match?”

 

"Sometimes eye for an eye is the correct path to justice!" The fun loving superhero comes back with.

 

Soapdish turns his attention back towards the Hollywood Boulevard corner and demands of Cortez and Van Siclen if they made a tag to which Mike responds quite loudly that they play by the rules. This once again riles up Edward but he is able to keep his head together and just watches helplessly as once again the champions make a legal tag. Mike tells Todd to get Clark and set him up. Van Siclen holds his arm up in the standard showing off muscle, but looks at Edward to slap his elbow with his other arm. James takes exception to this and goes off on a tirade of words towards MVS. Many of which can not be and should not be heard on live television or in an arena filled with children.

 

“Look at the teamwork by Hollywood Boulevard! They aren’t only just dissecting Clark’s spine and neck, but they are also riling up James to a breaking point.” Riley says with a smug smile. “Speaking of which, did I ever mention how much I see absolutely nothing at all in this kid?”

 

Cyclone doesn’t waste anytime with his reply. “But wasn’t it just some time ago that you were practically drooling over the man doing a ‘whammy with the hammy’?”

 

“…you will never bring that up again.”

 

Clark manages to get to his feet, but Van Siclen swiftly brings him to his knees with a well-placed elbow to the back of Alan’s neck. Mike then lifts up Clark and slams him hard into a backbreaker and holds him there. Todd climbs to the top of his corner, and after taking a moment to steady himself, he dives off and aims right for Clark! James visibly flinches slightly and looks away in absolute disgust as Cortez drives his elbow down across the exposed neck of Alan Clark and into the mat below.

 

Riley shouts at the top of his lungs. “BIG ELBOW DROP! That has to be all!”

 

Comet lets out a gasp “Clark’s still moving!”

 

“Impossible! That had to have severed his spine!”

 

Everyone is completely stunned to see Alan Clark attempting to get up after being drilled with that top rope elbow drop. He grabs his neck with one arm and tries rolling over onto his front…but he isn’t succeeding very well. James soon yells at him to try get over to make the tag but Mike dives on top of Clark and hooks the leg, going for a cover...

 

 

ONE~!!!

 

Alan doesn’t put up any fight now. James pleads for Alan to get up, but there is no indication it is heard. Any former signs of life from Clark seem to be just reactionary to the pain he was put through.

 

TWO~!!!

 

 

 

 

THR…KICKOUT~!!!

 

“Clark kicks out and shows that he just will not give up the chance to be a tag team champion!” Comet bellows in righteous fury.

 

“Just stay down Clark! Accept defeat you unholy sinner!” Riley tactlessly shrieks out loud.

 

Clark cares not for Riley’s tips, of course, and goes out of his way to defy him, using the ropes to help himself to his feet. As he reaches the second rope, Mike points toward James, drawing the referee’s attention away from himself as gets behind Clark and pulls the rope up against his throat, causing Alan to flail about as he is choked. Soapdish checks on Edward, who doesn’t even care that the referee is watching as he jumps down from the apron and begins to make his way around the ring. Soapdish is quick to yell toward James, screaming for him to go back to his corner.

 

“Citizen James is hurting his and his partner’s chance at taking the tag titles away with his rashness,” the former wrestling luminary criticizes.

 

Riley roars with laughter. “That idiot will cost them the titles with his hot headed behavior. I’d hate to be the guy who trained this man. He seriously isn’t ready for the big times.”

 

“None of us where for our first year, Robert.”

 

Soapdish finally gets Edward back to the Wayward corner, just as Van Siclen stops choking Clark. The ref demands an explanation of what the Spectacle was doing but Mike shrugs and slyly lies about just trying to pick up his opponent. Nick can only shake his head and issue a warning toward Van Siclen about his behavior as Hollywood Boulevard completes another tag. Both men lift up the prone body of Alan and drag him to the center of the ring before hooking their arms around Clark’s neck and grab his tights.

 

“It seems the Champions are looking to give Citizen Clark a double suplex,” says a worried Cyclone Comet.

 

True to Comet’s words, the duo lift Alan up into the air…

 

Robert Riley injects as the apex of the suplex nears, “when they hit this move, it won’t be long until this match is over!”

 

But Clark flails his legs about and manages to swing the momentum in back the same way that he was lifted up!

 

 

WHAM~!

 

 

“BY ZEUS!” The superhero of the SWF triumphantly shouts, “A double DDT delivered by Alan Clark to both citizens of Hollywood Boulevard!”

 

Clark hits the mat hard as well, but soon realizes that no one is there to stop him from making the tag to his partner. Alan slowly begins to move, getting to his knees and beginning to crawl to his corner. Both members of Hollywood Boulevard stay down in the middle of the ring as Clark crawls past, inching closer and closer to his partner.With only a few feet to go for the wayward tag, Todd Cortez slowly rises to his feet and while still feeling groggy from the double DDT, strives to stop Alan from reaching his corner. Sensing that there might be another attempt to stop him, Clark dives towards his corner and Edward’s outstretched arm.

 

The crowd erupts into a frenzy of joyous cries. Cyclone Comet joins in as well. “TAG IS MADE!”

 

Riley furiously screeches “Todd look out!” But the warning could not be heard.

 

James swiftly enters the ring and charges Cortez, who doesn’t realize that it isn’t Clark but the big man coming after him. When the realization hits him, Cortez’s eyes are like those of a deer caught in between the headlights of an oncoming truck, and those headlights turn out to be the tread marks of Edward’s sneaker.

 

“Big boot delivered by Citizen James!” calls the superheroic announcer.

 

Riley just stutters in complete disbelief. “N, n, no! T-t-t-hat b-b-b-loody a-a-a-nimal is loose!”

 

Like an animal, James lets out a might roar of ecstasy of the destruction of Hollywood Boulevard that he is revving to cause. The rookie has a sadistic grin on his face as he sees The Spectacle rising to his feet.

 

Edward walks over to Mike and looks to start tearing him apart, but the veteran ring skills of Van Siclen soon come into play, and with the ref checking on Cortez a few feet away, Mike brings his arm up and right between the big man’s legs!

 

CHING~

 

“A vicious low blow!” The Comet exclaims as James drops backwards and hits the mat as Mike rolls to the apron and the referee finally turns around. Soapdish looks towards Van Siclen with a look of suspicion once more, but with Mike laid out across the apron he can say nothing.

 

Hollywood Boulevard are soon back to their feet, with Cortez stumbling to his corner to make a tag. As Mike comes into the ring, a recovered Alan Clark can be seen in the background yelling about the cheating ways of the duo. Van Siclen simply ignores Clark as he calls for Cortez to stay in the ring. Both men pull James up to his feet and Mike holds him steady, looking to hit a jawbreaker as Cortez stands ready a few feet behind them!

 

“It’s time for a little Varsity Blues!” Riley cheers as Mike leaps for the jawbreaker….

 

 

THUD~

 

 

…But Edward James shoves him away, slamming him hard into the mat. Cortez was not prepared for the counter, but still moves in on the big man, trying to take his head off with a superkick!

 

“SUPERKICK! NO!!” The Comet yells as James ducks out of the way of Todd’s outstretched foot, and as the whiffing Cortez regains his balance, his head is nearly parted from his shoulders by a huge lariat!

 

“NO!” This time it is Riley’s turn to scream as Cortez hits the mat and James turns around, looking toward his corner and a sign of approval from the crowd to make the tag. The sold-out arena is quick to pass their judgment, and with a hard slap Alan Clark is tagged in!

 

“The adrenaline is pumping for Alan Clark now and he looks ready to repay Hollywood Boulevard for his beating earlier in this match!” The superheroic announcer remarks as Clark comes into the ring and aims for Cortez, catching him as he stands and turning him around, latching a waistlock on one half of the champions.

 

Sadly, Clark forgets that the other half of the champions is the legal man, and soon he finds himself being lifted into the air by Mike Van Siclen, causing the waistlock on Cortez to be broken as Clark is lifted up on Van Siclen’s shoulders.

 

“He’s got him up! It’s time Alan Clark to a trip to That Special Place!” Riley exclaims as Todd gets himself into position…

 

 

 

WHAM~

 

 

 

…but is nearly kicked into the third row by Edward James, who comes barreling from the other side of the ring and catches Todd with another stiff boot to the face! The momentum of the kick sends Cortez reeling into the ropes and flailing wildly to the outside!

 

“SWEET ZOMBIE JESUS! Edward James almost took Todd Cortez’s head off…and look at Clark!” The Comet points into his monitor as Clark pushes his body forward and over Mike’s head, pulling his body down and rolling through, taking the Spectacle with him and flipping both men forward with a victory roll…and a cover!

 

James heads to the outside where Cortez lays as referee Soapdish drops down and makes the count…

 

 

ONE~!

 

 

…Mike Van Siclen tries to escape from the pin…

 

 

 

 

TWO~!

 

 

…but with his partner gone…

 

 

 

 

 

THREEEEEEE~!

 

 

…the lights along Hollywood Boulevard…

 

 

*DING DING DING*

 

…have all gone out.

 

“ALAN CLARK HAS DONE IT!” The Cyclone Comet screams as Van Siclen is finally able to push Clark off his body, but it is too late. On the outside of the ring, Funyon stands to make the match official.

 

“Ladies and Gentlemen…the winner of the match by pinfall and NEW S-W-F WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS…ALAN CLARK AND EDWARD JAMES!”

 

“This…this…this can’t be happening…” Riley mutters to himself over and over as Soapdish raises Alan’s hand in the air in victory, and when Clark turns to find his partner he sees James standing over him, holding the two tag team championship belts and the Wayward Son t-shirt he wore to the ring.

 

Edward James then hands over both belts and the shirt, telling Clark that the belts are for him. The crowd can be heard booing a bit as James turns to leave the ring, but Alan stops him in mid-stride, spinning him back around to face him!

 

“What’s this?” Comet asks and James’ look seems to be wondering the same thing, but Alan Clark soon answers, handing one of the championship belts and the t-shirt over to Edward James!

 

”WAY-WARD SONS! WAY-WARD SONS!”

 

The crowd can do nothing but chant as James puts the t-shirt on over his massive frame and holds his half of the championship up in the air with Clark beside him, simply looking down at the gold he has won.

 

“Alan Clark is a champion again…and he has brought Edward James along for the ride! What a match ladies and gentlemen and we have so much more coming tonight! Stay tuned!” These words are the last heard from The Cyclone Comet as Smarkdown fades out to commercial with James and Clark still standing in the center of the ring, celebrating their tag championship victory.

[Dace59 0]

Ninety thousands people fill up every seat and standing area in the General Motors Place, Vancouver. Roars and cheers echo from all over the arena as signs, banners and t shirts can be seen on almost everyone, showing of some part of SWF lore. A wonderful full colour picture of Dace Night holding Tom Flesher in the Lion Tamer can be seen, as well as a sign of “ALLISON LIKES TOM BECAUSE HE’S DICKLESS!” Camps of Silent/Kibagami and Danny Williams fans can be spotted, already set up for the main event of the evening.

 

Comet: Welcome Back to SWF Smarkdown Citizens! With Cyclone Comet, star of ‘The rise of the Comet’, available now at swf.net!

 

Riley: And me, Bobby Riley, someone that isn’t a shameless merchandise whore and can call a fair match up!

 

Comet: What a show we’ve had already tonight, a huge four way hardcore match up, a cruiserweight title match. The new Wayward Sons in action against Hollywood Boulevard for the tag team titles. And we’ve still got a rematch for the SWF World Title in the main event!

 

Riley: But right now, we get to show that Dace Night’s victory on the last show was nothing more than a complete fluke. Tom Flesher is going to wrestle him into the ground and break every single bone one by one!

 

Comet: It was hardly a win by roll up Robert. Citizen Night fought his way through Flesher’s offence to gain the victory. Which now leaves them one and one in straight singles matches. And if Dace can win this one, Citizen Flesher will HAVE to beat to Dace in the Hardcore match to keep himself in the series.

 

Riley: Not only is going to Flesher beat Dace in the Hardcore match, he’s going to destroy him right now! Dace didn’t take it to the mat with Flesher last time…so when Flesher hits the mat this time, Dace won’t have a clue. The guy is BONED!

 

Funyon: Ladies and gentlemen, the following one on one contest will be the second match of the best of five series for the number one contendership to the SWF World Heavyweight Championship! It will be held under Submissions rules and may ONLY be won via submissions!

 

Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

 

Funyon: Introducing firstly, from Buffalo New York, weighing in at two hundred and thirty one pounds, accompanied to the ring by Allison Onita… he is “THE SUPERIOR ONE” TOM FLESHER!

 

Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbboooooooooooooooooooooo!

 

Kashmir kicks into life with the showers of blue pyro, lighting up the entrance ramp. Striding out in his singlet, Tom looks out over the crowd as Allison follows behind him, golf clapping with the blue warm up suit over her shoulders. Climbing up the ring steps, Flesher ducks between the ropes into the ring. Nodding briefly to Hardcastle, Flesher paces the edge of the ring, yelling to the fans about how he’s going to break Dace Night in half.

 

FLESHER SUCKS! FLESHER SUCKS! FLESHER SUCKS!

 

Leaping up onto the apron, Allison waves dismissively at the crowds before giving Tom a hug and a kiss on the cheek for good luck.

 

THAT HO SUCKS MORE! THAT HO SUCKS MORE! THAT HO SUCKS MORE!

 

Funyon: And his opponent, from Birmingham England, weighing in at two hundred and fifty two pounds…he is DACE…

 

FFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKKIIIIINNNNNGGGGG!

 

Funyon: NIGHT!

 

Hero rips into life as round after round of pyro flares up from the entrance ramp, bringing out clouds of smoke with it. The Smarktron flashes up images of Dace battling Tom in the singles match and ultimately dropping him on his head with the Good F’n’ Night. Holding one finger up in the air to show off his victory, Dace strides down the isle, high fiving with the fans as he goes. Rolling under the bottom rope Dace springs to his feet, throwing up the horns to the crowd. Throwing off his t shirt, Night takes a stand in the middle of the ring, ready to start the match up.

 

DACE! DACE! DACE! DACE! DACE! DACE! DACE!

 

Comet: It looks like we’re all ready to start this match up. Momentum and power favours Citizen Night here, but skill and style favours Citizen Flesher.

 

Riley: Like I said, Dace is boned, he didn’t take it to Tom on the mat in the last match. And he hasn’t set up any work for this match either. Tom can work on any plan he wants to, Dace has to pull one out of a very small hat.

 

DING, DING, DING!

 

Rrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!

 

Flipping the bird to the Superior One, Horrorcore rushes in and corners Flesher down like a dog, unleashing a blitzkrieg like wave of Elbow Smashes right at Flesher’s head. But speed and power alone isn’t enough to nail Tom, as he ducks under the blows and bellies out to the mat. Swinging his body behind Night’s, Tom loops first one arm and then the other around Night’s leg and yanks backwards, picking the ankle out from under him. Toppling forwards to the mat like a graceless giant, Dace finds himself down before he even knows what’s happened. Franticly looking to get his defences up, Dace turns himself over with sheer power and throws both arms up ready. Feeling the shift in weight, Flesher simply lets his old go slack before pouncing up and securing himself a top mount, sitting over Night’s chest.

 

Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

 

Riley: See, what did I tell you, two seconds in, Flesher takes Dace to the mat and turns him into a bitch!

 

Comet: Flesher still has to do something form that position and I highly doubt Dace is going to make that easy for him.

 

Seeing Flesher trying to pin him down for a switch into a hold, Night responds by launching another flurry of elbows at Tom’s head. But from the top mount Tom as room to lean back and simply slap the blows away. Catching the last one in his right hand, Tom rises to his knees and yanks Dace over, flipping him onto his back. Dropping back to a sitting position, now in a back mount, Tom forces Dace’s arm up against his shoulder into a Hammerlock. Struggling to flex his shoulders, Night has to lean up on his one arm, trying to keep the weight off his other arm. Look a true master and veteran, the Superior One snatches the opening he’d made for himself and attacks. Twisting his body around, Tom splays out on the mat infront of Dace, bringing his arms down and clamping on a vice like Front Facelock.

 

Bbbbbbbbbbboooooooooooooooo!

 

Riley: And what do you have to say to that Comet? Flesher just bitched Dace out on the mat two times straight? How many more times before you admit that Dace is gonna lose here?

 

Comet: I have to admit it’s a smart plan. Grounding Dace to take away his suplexes and make it easy to control his power strikes. Flesher is using the escapes to holds to make Dace leave openings for other holds. If Citizen Night isn’t careful, Tom could spend the whole match doing this, just picking away.

 

Clawing at the forearms of the Superior One, trying to tear them away from his throat and neck, Horrorcore stands to bridge up on his elbows and knees to gain leverage. Seeing this counter, Flesher matches a twist again and switches to another mode of attack. Leaping over into another back mount, Flesher stands his weight over Night’s shoulders and simply unloads a wave of brain rattling Enzui-Shoteis. Each palm strike slams home onto the back of Dace’s head, snapping his forwards and knocking him down into the mat. After several blows, Flesher stands up and moves to simply stopping on Dace’s neck and head, grinding the heel of his Doc Martins into flesh and bone.

 

FLESHER SUCKS! FLESHER SUCKS! FLESHER SUCKS!

 

Comet: The Superior One is attack that neck that took a beating on the last show from a DVD and a Backdrop Driver. He’s either stetting up the Superior Stretch or Stretch Plum or just using to take Dace’s defences away from other parts of his body.

 

Riley: It’ll be the second option Comet. Dace may know lots of defences and counters, but Tom Flesher is a ring general. Every time Dace defends, it opens up another door that Tom uses to lead to the attack.

 

Blood rushing through his head as it throbs with pain, Dace follows suit from the singles match, bailing out across the ring, scrambling for the safety of the ropes. But as he rolls across the mat on his back, Tom brinks the heel of his boot slamming down once again, right onto Horrorcore’s hand. Grinning evilly as he looks down at his quarry, the Superior One grinds away with his feel, crushing to crush Dace’s hand like a bug. Drilling a desperation blow into the side of Flesher’s leg, Dace yanks his arm away and cradles it up to his chest, using his other arm to protect his head. But before Dace can even start to react again, Tom sends in another hail of stomps, aiming for the hand every time, trying to turn the bones into a fine powder of dust.

 

Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

 

Comet: What a dastardly tactic! I don’t think I’ve seem a much worse display that just standing on a man’s hand like that! What is Citizen Flesher trying to do?

 

Riley: Well you spandex clad fool, it looks like Tom is trying to break his and. This is a submissions match after all and I can’t think of a better way to make it work!

 

Leaning over, Flesher ignores Hardcastle’s yells of fair conduct as he picks Dace up by the arm. Holding him by the wrist, Tom spins his body to the side, piking at Dace’s leg away. Rolling Dace’s collapsing body across his shoulders, Flesher dumps his smoothly into the mat with a Fireman’s Carry Takedown. Still holding onto the arm, Tom drops to the mat, dropping his leg across Dace’s arm. With Night’s arm pinned into the mat, Flesher bends the arm around his leg into a Figure Four Armbar. Gripping onto Night’s wrist, Flesher holds his arm in place with one hand and with the other, takes hold of Dace’s fingers and yanks them, pulling them apart. Yelling in pain as fire races down his hand, Dace almost spasms on the mat, attempting for throw Tom off or at least break his hold. Gritting his teeth at the pain, Dace sends his free arm launching up in an Elbow Smash aimed right for the side of Flesher’s head. But just like before, Flesher swats away the offending blow like a fly before drilling a quick series of Palm Strikes into Night’s face. Taking hold of the offending arm, Flesher pulls it over and scissors it between his legs, right beside the other arm that is still in the Figure Four Armbar.

 

LET’S GO DACE! STOMP! STOMP! LET’S GO DACE! STOMP! STOMP! LET’S GO DACE!

 

Now with both his arms trapped and no other means of attack, Horrorcore thrashes around like a fish out of water as the Superior One resumes the finger lock, trying to wrench and break his finger as fast as possible. Kicking his legs out into the air as he yells in pain, Dace drags and flops himself towards the ring ropes, having to drag Flesher’s weight away with him. Hardcastle gets told no every time he asks, as Tom’s continued insistence. On the outside, Allison is in full swing with her cheerleader act, jumping and yelling for Tom as he cranks back again and again on Dace’s fingers.

 

Comet: If Citizen Night doesn’t make those ropes right now he’s going to have his fingers broken! Flesher has both his arms trapped and his just using every bit of strength he has to work those fingers over.

 

Riley: See, Tom just goes round the backdoor whenever Dace defends and attack him again. He’s got this match in the bag! And rope broke? Comet, you can only win by Submission, not DQ or anything else. The ropes aren’t going to save him now.

 

A finally lunge sees Night wrap his legs around the bottom rope and start screaming for the break. Tom simply keeps himself in place and keeps on wrenching back on Night’s fingers. Hardcastle dives in and starts saying he’ll DQ Flesher unless he lets go. Flesher simply shoot a look at him before yelling it’s submissions only before leaning back into the hold. Roaring at the effort, Horrorcore uses the ropes to drag his body out on the apron and lets gravity take over. Tom can’t untangle himself fast enough to stop being pulled out under the ropes and to the floor along with Dace.

 

Yyyyyyyaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

 

Comet: Citizen Night makes the smart move and gets out of the line of fire just like before.

 

Riley: Because he was going to lose!

 

The tangle of body and limbs slowly unwinds on the floor and forms back into the recognisable shapes of Dace Night and Tom Flesher. Using his un-injured arm to drag himself up against the apron, Dace struggles up to his feet, cradling his injured hand against his chest. Rolling to his feet Flesher takes just a second to shake his head out before racing back to the attack. A brutal wave of Shoteis fly out and once again Dace ducks, stepping clear of the apron, but he doesn’t dodge the blow that flies upwards and catches him on the chin, snapping his head back. A second full on Palm Strike knocks Night to the floor in a crumpled heap. Grabbing the apron for support, Tom starts to stamp away from Dace’s injured hand once again as Allison Onita continues to cheer him on. Finally hauling up the dazed Dace Night, the Superior One rolls him under the bottom rope and back into the ring. Climbing through the ropes after him, Flesher stands over Dace ready to finish him off before a boot flies up off the mat and nails him straight in the balls.

 

Rrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

 

Riley: That was a low blow! Disqualify him ref! Dace can’t get away with actions like that in a match with Tom Flesher!

 

Comet: You said yourself that this was a No DQ match Robert. It’s the first offensive move Citizen Night has been able to land in the match. Maybe now he’ll be able to fight back and turn the tide against Tom Flesher.

 

Forcing himself back to his feet, trying to block out the pain from his hand. Using with other arm to drill a wave of elbows into Flesher’s face, Dace drives him backwards against the ropes. Digging his heels into the match, Dace tries to whip Tom across the ring with one arm, but Flesher slams on the breaks and grabs Night’s injured arm once again. Desperately fighting back, Night drags Flesher back in with his good arm and uses it to trap him in a Front Facelock. Almost on automatic, Dace reaches out to grab a handful of Flesher’s singlet for a Suplex but recoils in hand as he tries to close his hand. As the pain stuns Horrorcore for a moment, the Superior One snakes his arm out and latches on to Horrorcore’s battered hand again. Pulling Dace almost double as he fights to maintain the Facelock, Tom wraps his free arm around the back of Night’s knee and pulls it from under him, taking Night to the mat with a Single Leg Takedown.

 

Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbooooooooooooo!

 

Riley: Even with that vile low blow, Dace Night still can’t hope to keep up with Tom Flesher. It shows it was just luck last time around and it’s not going to happen again.

 

Comet: The match isn’t over yet Robert and things could still happen. Citizen Flesher has yet to feel any real attack from Dace Night but things could all change when he does.

 

Still with his grip on Dace’s arm, Tom rolls as he scores the Single Leg Takedown, coming up sitting across Dace’s shoulder with his arm pinned to the mat. With the injured limb exposed again, Flesher runs straight back into his attack plan, raining down Shotei’s into the battered hand. Hearing the bones crack and crunch under the impact of his blows.

 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbooooooooooooooooo!

 

LET’S GO DACE! LET’S GO! STOMP! STOMP! LET’S GO DACE! LET’S GO! STOMP! STOMP!

 

Almost having to bite down on his fist to block out the pain that is racing all the way down from his finger tips along his arm and straight to his brain. Dace still yells back defiant a “NO!” every time he’s ask if he wants to give up. Pushing at the mat with his feet, Dace franticly tries to wriggle free of the arm mount as Flesher grabs his hand again, bending his wrist back and spreading his fingers apart. As fire races from his hand, Night uses it as a final push to half roll onto his side and to his knees as Flesher still mounts his arm. Lashing out with his free arm, Night drills his elbow into the back of Flesher’s head, once, twice, three times before he finally feels Flesher slump forward and his hold go limp. Dragging his arm free from between the Superior One’s legs, Dace gets to his knees and locks his arms around Tom’s throat, falling backwards and locking his legs around Tom’s waist as well.

 

Comet: DOUSHIME SLEEPER! A move that as been deadly against so many people and Dace has it locked on against Tom Flesher!

 

Riley: Because he’s a damn choke artist! Just like Spike Jenkins, all he knows how to do is brawl and choke. Like he’s going to get away with this!

 

Laying on the mat with his limbs wrapped around Flesher’s neck and waist, Dace clamps down as tight as he can, trying to squeeze the air right out of Flesher’s body. His injured hand kept well away from any contact with Flesher or anything else, Dace just leans back and tries to put on as much pressure as he can while Hardcastle moves in and starts to check on Flesher’s condition. Allison starts yelling encouragements at Tom, shouting for him to fight out. With all his momentum and drive now stopped dead, it’s all Flesher can do to struggle and try up unwrap the deadly grip from around his throat.

 

TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!

 

Comet: This could be it, it could be all over right now. The Superior One has nowhere to go and he’s about to pass out!

 

 

The fans sound like a wall of thunder as Dace starts growling down at Flesher, yelling at him to tap out as Flesher still fights, crawling away at Night’s arms. The light starts to fade, bit by bit. In one last ditch effort to break free of the hold, Tom reaches up and grabs Horrorcore’s injured hand, just snapping back on the fingers, causing Dace to scream and release the hold, clutching at his hand in pain. Rolling away, Flesher bails out to the ring ropes and grabs onto them for support as he sucks down lungfules of air.

 

Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbboooooooooooooooooooooo!

FUCK YOU FLESHER! FUCK YOU FLESHER! FUCK YOU FLESHER!

 

Riley: Tom breaks free! What did I tell you Comet, Dace just can’t do it. He’s not going to be able to out wrestling Tom, not like this.

 

Comet: It took a dastardly move to get himself out of the Sleeper Hold Riley. It Dace had hung on for just a few more seconds, he would have had the match up won!

 

Riley: It’s only submissions that count there Comet. Tom got out of that hold like any true ring general would have. Stop complaining.

 

Almost jumping up and down now, Allison slaps her hand on the ring apron, encouraging Tom to get back to his feet and carry on fighting. In response, the fans break out into support of their down.

 

STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!

LET’S GO DACE! GET UP DACE! LET’S GO DACE! GET UP DACE!

 

Hardcastle can do nothing but check that both men are still able to fight on and do not wish to submit. Shacking his head out, sucking in all the air he can manage, Flesher use the ropes to steady is shaky climb back to his feet. In the middle of the ring, the Hardcore Goth has to use one hand to force himself back up. Trying to shake his arm Dace grimaces as some for of feeling and part starts to return to it. Leaning back against the ropes, Flesher uses them to springboard his body like a pinball, sending him racing forwards at break neck speeds. Barely throwing his body out of the way at the last second, Dace just avoid a Yakuza Kick that would that taken him out and left him open to being made a human pretzel. The Superior One bounces into the ropes on the other side of the ring as Dace swings around on his feel. Tom tries to block but Horrorcore hits him like a bulldozer, slamming two hundred and fifty pounds elbow first into his face.

 

Yyyyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

 

Comet: ROLLING ELBOW! Dace is in control of this match for the first time!

 

Riley: I’ll believe if in the event that pigs fly and he makes Tom Flesher tap out.

 

The only thing that stops Flesher from dropping to the mat like a bag of bricks is the face he falls backwards onto the ring ropes. As he slumps forwards on the ropes, Dace loops on a Facelock with his good arm and snaps backwards to the mat, dragging Tom down with a DDT. Holding onto the Front Facelock, Dace back rolls. Pulling Flesher into a seated position, Dace wraps his legs around Flesher in a Bodyscissors. Still holding the Facelock, he reinforces it with his other arm, turning it into a Facelock Choke.

 

CHOKE! CHOKE! CHOKE! CHOKE! CHOKE! CHOKE!

 

Riley: Another damn choke hold! How is Hardcastle letting Dace get away with things like this? Will someone please tell me?

 

Comet: It’s not a damn choke hold Robert! And Citizen Dace has it locked on with the added pressure of a Bodyscissors as well. Unless the Superior One can find his way out of his one fast, he’d done for and it will be two and naught to Dace Night.

 

DACE! DACE! DACE! DACE! DACE! DACE! DACE!

 

Feeling his sheer power and weight bearing down on Tom Flesher’s repository system, Dace does all he can to make sure no oxygen gets into Flesher’s body at all. Trying to block out the throbbing pain from his hand, Dace squeezes down on the Facelock like it’s a vice, trying to pop Tom’s head off his eighteen inch neck. Now floundering like a fish out of water, Flesher finds his oxygen supply almost completely gone as he searches for a way to get a bigger, stronger man off him. Hardcastle steps in and grabs Flesher’s arm, rising it into the air…

 

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

…And again…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

Still refusing to tap out or pass out, the Superior One goes back to square one and picks the arm. Grabbing the Hardcore Goth’s injured arm in both hands, al be it weakly, and rolls his whole body backs on his hips. The change in balance catches Night off guard and sends him rolling to the mat. Swinging his weight around and over, Flesher’s instincts are in charge and he hardly knows where he is. As the sprawling out ends, Dace finds himself on his back, almost in the middle of the ring, with his arm scissorsed by Flesher’s legs and held at the wrist. Seeing what he’s set up for, Night hands his hands together, clasping them shut. Growling in pain at this move, hurting almost as much as the work the Ego Wonder has been doing to it, Dace knows it’s his only hope not to have his hand broken.

 

Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

 

Comet: Citizen Flesher counters again, he could be going for the Juji-gatame and that would finally be the end of Dace Night!

 

Riley: What did I tell you, Tom brings out his most deadly counter yet and the match is his!

 

Shouting in annoyance as Dace’s locked hands, Flesher falls back on throwing even more Palm Strikes into the unprotected and damaged hand of Dace Night. His grip falters and shakes before crumbling apart like a poorly built French airport. Falling flat on his back to the mat, Flesher stretches Dace’s arm out straight as an arrow. Once again knuckle locking Night’s fingers, the Superior One bends them over and apart, trying to snap them clean off his hand. Not ready to give up yet, after having made one upset already, Dace rolls on his shoulder, just like he did t fight out of the arm out. Scrambling to his knees, Horrorcore forces Tom’s legs double over his head, taking almost all the pressure out of the hold. Then standing over Flesher, shaking his arm free from Flesher’s grip as he drops down, driving his knee directly into Tom’s face.

 

CRUNCH! Yyyyyyyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

DACE! DACE! DACE! DACE! DACE! DACE!

 

Comet: Citizen Flesher isn’t the only one to make counters around here Robert. Dace just stopped the tide from turning on him!

 

Riley: No, damn it no!

 

With Flesher prone on the mat, his defence broke from a skull crushing knee drop to the face, Dace launches a blitzkrieg attack to stop anything else happens while his arm recovers.

 

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

 

Yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

 

Comet: ELBOW! ELBOW! ELBOW! ELBOW! ELBOW! ELBOW! ELBOW! ELBOW!

 

Thrashing around like a wild animal being beaten to death, the Superior One tries to wriggle and squirm to safety or as least put up his defences to stomp the brutal incoming Elbow Smashes. But it’s no good as Dace Night’s weight pins him down and leaves him helpless on the mat. Rolling the helpless Flesher onto his back, Dace slides into a back mount, pinning Tom’s upper back, shoulders and arms to the mat with his weight and his legs. Running his arms under and around Flesher’s neck, Dace locks both forearms tight across Tom’s throat and squeezes his arms like a vice around his neck. Leaning back with all he’s got, Dace roars as he clamps on a blatant Rear Naked Choke Hold. Screaming like a girl at a boy band concert, Allison yells at Hardcastle, screaming for him to stop the match as Tom turns bright purple.

 

CHOKE! CHOKE! CHOKE! CHOKE! CHOKE! CHOKE! CHOKE! CHOKE! CHOKE!

 

Riley: IT’S ANOTHER DAMN CHOKE HOLD! And don’t you DARE argue Comet, it’s a god damn Choke and no one will refute that!

 

Comet: Maybe it is a choke, but this is No Dq and it’s all about winning isn’t it Robert? I don’t think Flesher’s got anything left he can do to save himself this time around!

 

Almost turning blue under the pressure of the choke hold and not even able to move to try and break free, Tom finally nods his head as Hardcastle asks him if he wants to give up. Turning around, Hardcastle waves his arms, signalling for the closing bell as Dace finally releases the suffocating choke hold.

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

Yyyyyyyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

 

Funyon: Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner, taking the series to two and zero in his favour… DACE NNNNIIIIIIGGGGHHHHTTTTTT!

 

DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT!

 

Comet: And Citizen Night upsets the whole damn world, beating Tom Flesher in a submissions match to take the best of five series two to nothing so far.

 

Riley: No, how could this happen, how? It was a god damn choke hold and he was allowed to win? It’s just not fair!

 

Rolling to his feet, Dace stands in the middle of the ring, holding two fingers for his good hand up in the air, soaking up the sound of the fans. Stumbling over to the corner, Dace climbs the turnbuckles and throws his arms up into the air, waving on the fans. Allison Onita slides into the ring and rushes to Tom Flesher, giving him the kiss of life in the middle of the ring. Shrugging off the action between Tom and Allison, Dace rolls over the ring, still waving his two fingers in the air, cheering with the fans.

 

Comet: You know what this means Robert, Tom Flesher now HAS to beat Dace Night in a Hardcore Match to avoid this series being a complete white wash. I don’t think he’d ever live that one down.

 

Riley: He won’t have to because he’s not going to lose, I tell you!

 

Comet: Well Citizens, on the next show these two will face off in match three, a Hardcore Match up. But don’t go anywhere yet, we’ve still got a rematch for the World Title between Citizen Kibagami and Citizen Williams.

 

Fade Out.