King Cucaracha 0 Report post Posted June 3, 2004 [Yeah. I fully expected to lose so it's no biggy. Congrats and all to Alan and Danny on a great main event. As for me...well, Janus wasn't able to write, so I scraped this together. Any feedback and such would be nice, although I have a rough idea of what I didn't do well etc...not to mention being 50 words over limit. Just wanted to get this somewhere it could be seen. ] "And...we're back!" Cyclone Comet's booming voice greets us upon return to SWF Lockdown...with the raucous sold-out crowd in the Target Center on their feet, freaking out like sixteen year olds at a rave. Or...something. Much cheering is afoot as the camera pans the arena letting the crowd see themselves on the big screens, and picking out the many signs on show...including a rather vulgar "Toxxic Cock Syndrome", one "I want to go 60 minutes with Alan" sign...held by a particularly bulbous woman...and a rather ominous "R.I.P Flesher" sign, complete with blood spatterings. And lets not forget the heel section, who've come equipped with a large "Danny is a Tranny" sign...especially for the champ. And speaking of which, it's main event time...so eventually the camera stops it's sweeping of the masses, and swoops down to the announce position, where Bobby Riley, Cyclone Comet and two prominent cans of Pepsi Max sit. "Welcome back to all of you Citizens in T.V land. I am of course..." Cut to close-up camera... "CYCLLLLOOOOOOOONNNEEEEEEE COMET!!" A mysterious gust of wind suddenly blows past, catching Comet's cape and a couple of Riley's papers, which he hurriedly catches before they flutter off. "Alongside me is Bobby Riley...and ladies and gentlemen, we are just mere moments away from our main-event here tonight. And yes, it is your ADVERTISED main-event, unlike on Storm. Two very heated rivalries have been jammed into a proverbial booking blender...the results being this match. The USJL and ICTV Champions, Landon Maddix and Janus, team up to take on Alan Clark and the SWF World Heavyweight Champion 'Deathwish' Danny Williams. Bobby, any thoughts?" Riley has managed to re-group his papers by now but not his thoughts, as he totally ignores Cyclone. Seeing the lights in the arena dim around him, Comet decides not to bother re-trying...as meanwhile an alarm starts to warble around the arena. The ominous red letters flash onto the SmarkTron, and the crowd are already jeering, knowing exactly who is on his way... *DOOOOOOOOONNNGGG!!!* [sTATUS: RELEASED!] Fear Factory's "Resurrection" echoes through the arena, causing the boos to intensify as spotlights sweep around the crowd and blue pyro starts to fountain from the rampsides, causing a rain of azure sparks to shoot to the floor. "Consumed with memories... That preceded today... Given a chance to bereave... Life that's slipping AWAY!" The Hell Machine emerges through the entranceway, lifting his arms in the air as the pyro fountains begin to cease. "Ladies and gentlemen...this contest is your MAIN EVENT, and is a tag team contest, scheduled for one fall. Introducing team number one. First...from Sydney, Australia. He weighs in at three hundred and sixty pounds. The reigning SWF ICTV CHAMPION! This is... THE HELL MACHINE... JAAAAAAAAAAAANUUUUUUSSSSSS!!!" "Revive all my fears! Revive wasted tears! Revive void within! Revive once again!" Reaching the bottom of the ramp, Janus removes his trenchcoat while glaring through the darkness at some vocal fans...laying his trenchcoat on the steps before rolling into the ring and thrusting his arms into the air... *BOOOOOOOOMMM!!!* ...as blue flames shoot out from each ringpost, drowning out the boos only momentarily. However, whereas usually the lights would come back on, tonight they stay dimmed as immediately "Resurrection" segways into the ominous opening of Incubus' "Megalomaniac", to more boos from the crowd. "PREPARE...FOR...LANDON!" ...WAAAAAHHHHH... *DUM DUM* The song begins to kick into gear, just as Landon Maddix emerges onto the blue lit stage, laden with his gold as always. Megan Skye is out moments later, as Maddix stops and raises his JL belts in the air, soaking up the boos being shot his way. "And his partner...accompanied to the ring by his 'Perfect 10' Megan Skye. From Huron, South Dakota and weighing two hundred ten pounds...he is the reigning USJL TRIPLE CROWN CHAMPION! Ladies and gentlemen...LAAAANDOOOOONN... "LA CUCARACHA"... MAAAAAADDIIIIIIXXX!!!" Maddix stops and raises his arms again momentarily, before continuing his walk to the ring and eventually leaping to the apron. Megan receives a helping hand up and has the ropes opened for her, before Maddix climbs to the middle turnbuckle...turns out to the crowd and grins broadly, waiting for his cue... "HEY MEG - A -LOMANIAC" ...to thrust his arms skywards, and further display his gold to some heavy heat from the fans. Janus watches all this with a sour look on his face, as Landon jumps into the ring and passes off his gold to assigned official Ced Ordonez. "Although I don't like either of these Citizens..." beings Comet. "I must say, I'm looking forward to the prospect of them teaming together. They are of course the ICTV and USJL Champions respectively..." "And without doubt, two future World Champions. In Janus' case, future being NEAR future." With Ced now holding four title belts, he decides it best to offload them to the outside while he still has the chance. Meanwhile the odd couple of Maddix and Janus turn their attentions to the ramp-way, as the storm begins to brew inside of the Target Center! The opening notes of "Wanted Dead Or Alive" play... *KEEEE-RRRAAACCCCCKKK!!!* ...before a bolt of lightning cuts it off, leaving the crowd in their usual respectful silence. "smile...." Until "Smile" by Taproot hits, bringing them out of their silence and into the world of much-cheering, just in time for Alan Clark to stride out from the back, glaring down the aisle at Landon Maddix. The focus is evident in Clark's eyes...as is the discomfort in his neck, obviously still feeling the effects of Rage Unleashed on Storm. "The opponents...first, from Long Beach, California. Weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds... ALLLLAAAAAAANNNN... CLLLLLAAAAAARRRRRRRRRK!!!" The crowd pop again, as Clark stands at the bottom of the ramp, unaffected by the verbal abuse he is now getting from Maddix. 'Cause he's got back-up. "And his partner..." "DAN-E! DAN-E! DAN-E!" The crowd are already chanting...even before In Flame’s “Jester’s Dance” begins to play, bringing the crowd into a frenzy of noise! A few moments more pass, before the SWF Champion finally steps out from the back, causing the crowd to pop like a whole bag of cherries! "...from Louisville Kentucky! He weighs in tonight at two hundred and forty three pounds. The reigning... SWF... WOOOOOORRRLLLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAAAMPION! This is "DEATHWISH"... DAAAAAAAANNNYYYYYY... WIIIIILLLLIIIIAAAAAAAAMMMSSS!!!" Danny reaches the bottom of the ramp and quickly unstraps the SWF Title belt from around his waist, passing it to a nearby stage-hand... ...before storming the ring with Clark, causing Maddix to scurry from the ring and Janus to back off slightly. He needn't worry, as Ced makes sure the match doesn't begin until he's good and ready, ordering Clark and Danny to their corner whilst Janus makes his way to his...glaring into the eyes of Williams all the while. "The tension in this arena has reached feverpitch!" erupts Comet. "This is the match these people have been waiting for. Will Danny and Janus go at it? Will Alan and Landon go at it?" "It'll be hard for them not to Comet. After all, they are on opposite teams." "True...but where's the DRAWMUH~! in that?" Williams and Clark respectfully go to their corner, as meanwhile Janus is making it clear to Maddix that he wants to start...getting no objections from Landon, who is more than happy for the seven footer to do the hard-work for him. Alan and Danny are meanwhile in discussion, whilst Ced calls for the bell to be rung. *DING DING DING!* The match is officially underway...but Alan and Danny are still trying to decide who faces The Hell Machine, with neither man wanting to go to the apron. Clark points to his sore neck and then to Janus, making it clear he wants some retribution...and Danny backs down, allowing Clark to start but not looking best pleased with it. "So it's Clark and Janus to start...a re-run of Storm's main event." Both Clark and Janus walk into the center of the ring, and the gulf in size is immediately evident, with Janus dwarfing the full foot shorter former Cruiserweight Champion. But to his credit, Alan shows no fear, looking up into the Hell Machine's eyes and pointing to his neck to further indicate his motivation. Janus however just laughs. A long, deep, downright scary laugh. Clark still doesn't show any fear though, and rather foolishly dares Janus to give him his best shot... *OOOOOF!* ...which he does, with a knee to the gut that takes Clark fully off his feet. That's all the incentive Alan needs, as he dives forward and goes straight for Janus' right leg, trying to take him down in some manner by the limb. Janus kicks Alan away quickly, but Alan rolls through and charges at Janus again, this time with a flurry of right hands. They have little effect on Janus though, as he easily grabs hold of Clark's head and slams his own cranium into Clark's, causing him to fly back into his own corner... *SLAP!* "YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" ...WHERE DANNY TAGS HIMSELF IN! "Now HERE we GO~!" erupts Comet. "Danny Williams and Janus! This match is about to explode!" "Baton down the hatches Cyclone!" Riley booms too. "All HELL is gonna break loose!" Danny steps into the ring with the crowd going absolutely nuts for the World Champion's introduction into the match...despite Maddix imploring them to hush from the apron. Janus is standing tall, not backing up an inch to Williams as he begins to walk over. Again, the size difference is quickly apparent...but Danny could care less, adjusting his elbow pad ominously whilst getting ever closer to Janus. "DAN-E! DAN-E! DAN-E!" The crowd are on their feet in anticipation, waiting for the imminent explosion. And they need not wait much longer, as Janus and Williams are now face to face...or as close as possible...and finally ready to strike, both swing out with punches at the same time and connecting...rocking each other back a step or two. Danny is quickest to react after the blow, turning on his heels and charging at Janus with a spear... ...TAKING JANUS DOWN! "YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!"[/i][/i] The crowd again erupt, as Williams mounts the monster and starts to pound the crap out of his face with his trademark elbows. Three or four good blows connect before Janus can offload Danny and get back to his feet, only for the World Champ to charge head-long at him again and hit a running elbow smash across the chest. Shocked, Janus drops to a knee and gasps for breath, taking an elbow across the face for his troubles which sends spit flying through the air. "My god...Danny Williams is elbowing the hell out of the Hell Machine!" erupts Comet. Feeling power running through him, Williams backs up and holds his arm high in the air to cheers from the Milwaukee natives, before charging back at Janus looking for another elbow... ...but gets caught, and goozled by Janus! "Oh, no Cyclone...there's PLENTY of hell left in Janus!" Quickly Janus grabs Danny by the tights, using them as leverage to haul the World Champion into the air, and DRILL him with a chokeslam! And Danny has no time to recover before Janus drops to his side and makes a pinfall attempt... ONE! TWO! TWOCOUNT! More angered at the kickout than surprised, Janus grabs a hold of Danny's thick brown hair and slams a right hand over his head...before turning to Clark and smiling sadistically. But in that time, Williams has re-grouped himself, and as Janus turns around Danny takes him down with a smooth double-leg takedown. The seven foot frame of Janus hits the canvas hard, dis-orientating him long enough for Williams to hook hold of The Hell Machine's right leg and turn him slooooowly over, into an elevated half crab...and just to be a bastard, Williams steps on the head of Janus. "Now that's one way to stop the Hell Machine." observes Comet. "I can't see him giving up..." "Believe me, those words aren't in his vocabulary." "Not that his vocabulary is that diverse anyway..." "You're lucky he can't hear you." Whever Janus can escape or not is a mute point, as Maddix comes in as soon as the hold is locked in...prompting Danny to release the hold and threaten an elbow his way. Quickly Maddix retreats, damn near diving out of the ring to avoid the elbow of DOOM~! With Landon taken care of, Danny turns back to Janus and receives a punch to the gut...but shrugs it off, and smashes his elbow into Janus' jaw once more. The Hell Machine is gradually being worn down, firing with a punch which lacks it's usual 'zing' which Williams shrugs off quickly. A grab of the hair by Danny helps him drag Janus up, pushing him into his team's corner and tagging Clark back in. "Here comes the beltless wonder." sneers Riley. Clark steps in as Danny holds Janus' arm in the air...creating space for Clark to boot Janus in the ribs. The ICTV Champ grunts in anger, as Clark moves Janus to the ropes and attempts an irish whip. There's nothing doing though as Janus proves too strong...until Danny steps back into the ring, and helps Clark to send Janus across the ring before stepping out. Clark meanwhile waits for Janus to rebound towards him and fires a stiff kick his way... ...which Janus catches! Desperately Clark jumps up and down on his standing foot as the smile has returned to Janus' face... *SMAAACK!* ...but not for long, as Clark nails an enziguri! "What a SHOT! That ECHOED around this arena!" booms Comet. "That's just because the crowd are so quiet, what with Clark being in the ring." Janus drops to a knee, as Clark regains his feet and quickly runs off the ropes, but as he returns Janus finds his feet and charges with a HUGE clothesline, turning Alan three hundred sixty degrees in the air to sympathetic "OOOH"'s from the crowd. "Now THAT was a shot!" Riley booms. Janus turns to Danny and grins, taking Clark by the hair and pointing down to him, as if to say 'this could be you'. However, his attention is momentarily drawn by Landon Maddix, leaning into the ring and quite frankly begging to be tagged into the ring. Usually Janus would probably tell Maddix to go to hell...but he's had his fun for now, so extends his hand... *SLAP!* ...allowing Maddix to tag himself in. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" "Here we go!" Riley beams. "The Sixty Minute Man!" With Clark de-capacitated, Landon is free to cockily stroll into the ring and take his time in stomping Alan in the chest. Alan is unable to retaliate, so Maddix kicks Alan again...and again...and a fourth time, just for fun. Danny Williams is glaring a whole through the cocky USJL Champion, who could care less as he starts to mockingly perform some jumping jacks while Clark tries to get back up. "LANDON SUCKS! LANDON SUCKS! LANDON SUCKS!" Clark reaches his feet just as the chants begin to fire up, angering Maddix slightly...which is not good news for Clark. Landon fires a stinging right hand his way, before hooking his arms under Clark's and flipping him into the air belly to belly style. But instead of letting Clark fly to the mat, Maddix waits for his opponent to reach the peak of his flight before pulling him violently down on the top of his head, jolting the already injured neck! "Jack-o-Landon from...err...Landon." observes Comet. "See...that didn't take sixty minutes!" With a smug grin, Landon places his forearm across Clark's jaw and forces down as he makes a cover... ONE! TWO! EASYKICKOUT. Maddix takes handful of Clark's hair and pulls his heated rival up slowly, enjoying every second of his dominance. Playfully he slaps Clark across the face before slamming a slightly less playful forearm into the jaw, rocking Clark back a step or two. Before he can recover, Alan then finds himself whipped towards the corner and unable to stop himself from crashing sternum first into the buckles. Alan recoils and staggers out, straight into the waiting arms of Maddix, who takes him over in one swift backdrop suplex movement! "Alan dropped on his neck once more...you just know that Maddix has '13th Hour' running through his mind right now." "Well, obviously Comet. With a smug grin, Landon turns over to the World Champion and yells 'BACKDROPPAAAAH~!'...much to Danny's annoyance. Meanwhile Janus has extended his hand waiting for a tag, but Maddix doesn't see it as he turns and drops a quick elbow drop to the neck of Clark. "ALAN! ALAN! ALAN!" As the crowd begin to get behind Clark, the Triple Crown slowly backs away into one corner of the ring and holds his hand up high... *STOMP!* "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! "Oh yes...time to tune up the choir Comet!" *STOMP!* *STOMP!* *STOMP!* *STOMP!* *STOMP!* ... *SMACK!* Landon hits the Sweet Disciple Music, and much like his Wayward Son partner earlier in the night, Clark hits the deck like a sack of potatoes. Quickly Maddix drops down and rolls Clark on his back, making a cover... ONE! TW... ...NO... Landon pulls Clark up, grinning over at Janus who returns the look. Rolling off the cover, Maddix reaches up to Janus... *SLAP!* ...tagging him into the match, to jeers from the crowd. Janus steps in over the top, glaring down at his helpless prey as he strides slowly over. "DAN-E! DAN-E! DAN-E!" "Listen to this crowd get behind the World Champion!" beams Riley. "Pity he's on the apron and Alan Clark is in the ring." "Well...it's getting to Janus." "Which is totally unfair to poor Janus. He's trying to concentrate on his match." Ignoring the chants, the Hell Machine scoops Clark off the mat and to his feet...the still groggy Clark slumping forward into Janus, as the ICTV Champion takes a moment to glare over at Williams. Danny simply glares right back, as Janus hooks his mammoth arms around Clark's waist and throws him effortlessly with a release overhead belly to belly suplex, causing Alan to land awkwardly across his neck. Janus could care less...too busy looking at Danny, a pseudo-staredown engaging between the two across the ring. Snarling, Janus dares Danny to attack him... ...and Danny enters the ring, but is quickly prohibited by Ced Ordonez... ...all the excuse Landon needs to enter the ring, and quickly put the boots to Clark! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! "Damn it...Citizen Maddix is cheating again..." "What about Williams!?!" wails Riley. "He's the guy distracting Ordonez!" "...Landon's still cheating." Eventually Danny retreats...Landon promptly doing the same to avoid being caught by Ordonez. Janus meanwhile walks back over to the increasingly weakened Clark and raises a leg...dramatically dropping it across Clark throat, before turning over and placing a hand on Alan's chest... ONE! TWO! THR.. SHOULDERUPFROMCLARK! With a grunt Janus begins to get back up... *SLAP!* ...while Landon slaps him on the back, tagging himself in. Janus seems not-best-pleased as Landon scoots into the ring and prepares to dish out some punishment. Only trouble is, there's a seven foot monster standing in his way. And he's not wanting to move! "Uh oh!" Comet says quite happily. "There may be some trouble in paradise!" "KICK HIS ASS! KICK HIS ASS! KICK HIS ASS!" The crowd have no qualms in rooting for Janus in this confrontation...a confrontation that Landon wants no part of, touching Janus cautiously to 'un-tag' himself before sliding hurriedly out of the ring. However this isn't the AAA, so that's not gonna cut it. Ordonez shakes his head and orders an angered Janus to the apron before ordering Landon back into the ring. Janus complies as does Maddix...who is still trying to apologize to the bigman, and offers to tag him back in. But in the meantime Alan is halfway across the ring looking to tag out, so Landon forgets that, diving across the ring and grabbing Clark's leg, just as he goes for the tag... ...but can't quite reach! Maddix finally has a good grip of Clark's leg and is able to pull Alan further away from his corner, driving an elbow into his neck to stop him crawling. Quickly Maddix follows up with a second elbow before getting back to his feet and dragging Clark to his knees...giving him a mocking slap across the face before taking his sweet time about backing off the ropes and 'charging' at Clark. But his 'charge' is far too slow, and by the time Landon swings out for a shining wizard Alan is able to duck it! "Wha...wha...wha?" mumbles Bobby. "Well, Clark ducked, but is unable to follow up...still, Landon's frustrated that he missed..." In that frustration Landon kicks out at the air, before turning back to Clark and kicking him in the head... ...to no effect?! Another kick connects, but again...it has no effect on Clark. A look of determination is etched on his face as he begins to climb back to his feet, absorbing punches from Landon all the way. "My god...he's...Clarking Up!?!" gasps Comet. "Oh, shut up." Frustrated at the lack of effect his strikes are having, Maddix grabs Clark by the hair and hurls him towards the canvas, where his head bounces off the mat violently, halting Alan's brief comeback before it could even get going. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" "So much for the 'Clarking Up', eh Comet? I'm sure Hogan's rolling in his grave after that feeble attempt." "Hulk Hogan's not dead..." "Good as..." Danny slams his hand on the turnbuckle in annoyance, as Landon celebrates re-taking control by walking to the corner... *SLAP!* ...and tagging back in Janus! "Speaking of which, it looks like Alan Clark is as good as dead too!" Clark reaches his feet, but can mount no offense as Janus wastes no time in pulling Alan forward and up, onto his colossal shoulders. Helplessly Alan holds his arms out, looking for the ropes or a tag...but both are a long way away, especially when Janus begins to spin around with an airplane spin. "Thoughts In Chaos!" Riley beams. "This'll break Clark's neck for good!" Janus gets through three sixty degrees quickly and keeps spinning, waiting until just before the seven twenty mark before pushing Clark's legs out... ...but Clark manages to hook on a reverse front facelock in mid-air... ...and uses his momentum to drive Janus down with a diving reverse DDT!!! "YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!" "Beautiful counter!" erupts Comet. "Now...can Alan Clark make the tag!?!" The crowd are on their feet, willing Clark to reach his corner, but the reverse DDT may have taken all the energy Clark had left, as he remains down on the canvas. Janus too is down and dis-orientated, and once Ced is sure both men aren't moving, he raises his arms in the air... ONE! "Citizen Ordonez begins his count..." "Citizen Ordonez?" sighs Riley. "That's REALLY getting old." "So are you, but I'm not complaining." TWO! "Neither's Lance..." THREE! "Who's Lance!?!" FOUR! "...er...nevermind...COME ON JANUS~!" By now Janus is up to his knees, and Ced stops his count accordingly. Scrambling across the ring, Janus manages to grab Clark by the tights to stop him tagging in Danny. But Clark may not need the World Champion, as he's got his third wind, and is beginning to fire right hands into the gut of the Hell Machine! Surprisingly they seem to be having an effect on the bigman, despite the energy Alan has lost...as gradually Janus' arms begin to drop to his side and his head begins to fall from it's usual commandeering position. "Would you look at this!?!" gasps Comet. "Alan Clark is wearing down the Hell Machine!" Slowly the right hands begin to move north, towards Janus' head area...which is when Janus finally fires out with a knee to the gut to stop Clark's momentum. Grabbing a front facelock, Janus prepares to take Clark down with an Everdream... ...but Clark spins behind, prompting Maddix to enter the ring, ready to aid his partner. Alan meanwhile waits for Janus to turn around before grabbing an arm, and irish whipping Janus across the ring. "Watch OUT..." Maddix does just that, seeing Janus coming and manages to dive out of Janus' way, leaving him free to career shoulder first into the turnbuckles! Maddix meanwhile regains his feet and charges at Clark, who is waiting and grabs the on-rushing Triple Crowner, twisting him into a tilt a whirl backbreaker to Megan's clear dismay. Meanwhile, out of the corner staggers Janus, towards Alan who quickly leaps into the air... *SMACK!* ...and catching him in the back of the head with a leaping enziguri! "Alan Clark is cleaning house!" booms Cyclone. "Maybe he should consider that as a future job then." sneers Riley. "He'll need one soon..." Now Janus and Maddix are both taken care of, Clark stops and holds his neck in discomfort, before dramatically turning and pointing to his tag team partner! Quite understandably the crowd pop like a balloon in extreme temperatures, whilst Clark needlessly asks for their approval. Suitably approved, Clark smiles and extends the hand... *SLAP!* "YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" TAGGING. IN. DANNY! "LET JUSTICE BE SERVED!" booms Comet, standing up to emphasis his point. Stepping into the ring, Danny is fueled on by his legions of fans as first to stagger over him is Maddix. The Triple Crowner stops in shock...and promptly gets elbowed in the jaw, sending him flying backwards and rolling clear across the ring to find safety. Back up now is Janus...and he gets an elbow too, although without the same effect. Janus does drop to a knee from the impact though, giving Danny the time to run to the ropes and fly back with a lariat... ...which is blocked by Janus, who grabs Williams by the throat! However this time, before Janus can hit the chokeslam, Danny manages to hit a back elbow before hooking an arm underneath Janus' and armdrag him impressively across the ring! "Now THAT'S our World Champion!" Cyclone beams. "Well...for this week at least." Riley sneers in response. Shocked, Janus regains his feet as Danny charges with another lariat... ...KNOCKING JANUS DOWN!!! "YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" "He's DOWN! He's DOWN!" "Calm down Comet, you'll give yourself a hernia!" Janus rolls from the ring as Danny starts to yell abuse down at the Hell Machine...allowing Landon to sneak up behind him, and Dropsault Williams in the back of the head! Williams sprawls into the ropes, but doesn't fall down...and soon turns back around, prompting Maddix to beg off! Backing away, Maddix hopes for a reprieve are dashed as he backs right into Alan Clark, who quickly grabs a waistlock on the Triple Crown Champion and german suplexes Maddix over. But rather than let go, Clark holds on to Landon and rolls through, before quickly pulling Landon up and nailing a second. "That's two germans...err...Hanz and Fritz, I guess. Will we see...another german..." "Hitler?" "...thanks." Again Alan rolls through and drags Maddix up...but his neck can take no more, and he thinks better of hitting a third german. So Danny kindly says 'Allow me', as he steps over and waistlocks Maddix, who is too weakened to avoid being thrown up... ...into... ...and through the air... ...before LANDING RIGHT ON HIS F'N HEAD!!! "Oh my god..." "That WAS Hitler...EVIL!" Maddix lays folded up on the mat, pressed up on his shoulders with his legs hanging over his head...while even Danny looks slightly shocked at the ferocity of his Dangerous German Suplex. "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" A clearly disturbed Megan Skye scrambles into the ring and starts to check on Maddix who eventually slumps onto his back. Watching all this meanwhile is Alan Clark...looking at Megan, and smiling in a way more suited to the Januses of the world...sadistically. But before he can do anything, the Hell Machine himself slides back into the ring and wipes him out with a stiff clothesline, sending Alan flying. Danny reacts, charging at Janus, who quickly raises his boot... *SMACK!* ...which the World Champion charges right into! "What a boot from Citizen Janus! These men may not even make it to 13th Hour if this keeps up!" With Danny, Clark and his partner all down, Janus is the last man left standing and seems pretty happy about it. Looking out to the jeering crowd, Janus nods...before running his thumb across his throat, letting everyone know that he's ready to end the match. Boos immediately fill the Target Center, as Janus turns to where Danny is finding his feet, waiting for him to turn around. "TEEEE - RRRENCE! TEEEEE - RRRENCE! TEEEEE - RRRENCE!" "Someone needs to tell this crowd they're a month too late. It's JANUS. Terrence is dead." The chants bring a snarl to Janus' teeth, as he angrily grabs Danny and scoops him onto his shoulder, ready for the ADF II... ...but Danny floats over the back, before taking Janus and looking for a backdrop suplex. The three hundred sixty pounder proves too heavy though, and Danny gives up quickly, deciding instead to elbow Janus in the gut and hit an uncharacteristic DDT. Janus' head bounces off the mat, as Danny quickly turns him over and makes a cover... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Undeterred, Danny gets back to his feet and waits for Janus to slowly do the same. In the meantime, Alan Clark is back up and exiting the ring to go after Maddix, who is trying to recover on the outside. "Danny Williams has something planned...and hopefully, it's not throwing Janus. That just won't happen." observes Comet. The Hell Machine staggers up, and backwards into Danny's arms... ...AND A BUFFALO SLEEPERHOLD! "YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" Danny manages to get the hold locked in on the standing Janus' sizeable frame pretty quickly, leaning back with all his might to take Janus down to the mat with him, where he quickly hooks in a bodyscissors for good measure. Suddenly, Janus actually looks vulnerable...and in a good deal of trouble from the submission hold. "TAP! TAP! TAP!" The crowd want Janus to tap...he just wants to stop the pain. With nowhere to go, Janus tries to turn on to his front, where presumably he feels he'd have a better chance of escaping. Danny however stands firm, not allowing Janus to turn. “Danny should just give up now. Janus. Won’t. Quit.” "This is a deceptively dangerous submission move Bobbo…especially in the hands of Citizen Williams.” “Janus. WON’T. Quit!” But he needn't worry, as Maddix has got the upperhand on Clark and scrambles back into the ring to help Janus. A boot to Williams is not enough to make him break...but a vicious rake of the eyes moments later is. As Danny clasps at his eyes, Landon meanwhile gives Williams a helping hand to get back up. Danny promptly takes that hand, irish whipping Landon up and over the top rope with it, causing Maddix to land dangerously close to the announce table. With that taken care of Danny turns back around… …and gets clotheslined over the top, to the floor by Janus! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” As Danny hits the floor Janus begins to follow…but is grabbed by Alan Clark, who has snuck back into the ring, and nailed with a right hand. Three more in quick succession follow, before Alan attempts his irish whip. That proves to be his downfall however, as Janus reverses the whip and pulls Clark forward… …scooping him up onto his shoulder, and quickly tucks Clark’s head in before dropping down… …and nailing the helpless Clark with the ADF II!!! “YES!” beams Riley as soon as Alan’s head bounces off the canvas. “It’s over this time!” With a sneer out to the crowd, Janus slowly covers Clark, not bothering to hook a leg as Ced dives over to count the… ONE! TWO! AND THR… NO! DANNY PULLS JANUS OUT! "YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" Now a brawl kicks up on the outside between Janus and Danny, who are exchanging their typical big punches and stiff elbows respectively. It’s Danny who seems to get the upper hand, and takes it even further by slamming Janus into the steel retaining barrier. Following that up, Danny clotheslines Janus over the barrier…but soon finds himself following over, courtesy of a flying forearm to the back of the head from Maddix! “This one’s spilling into the crowd. Chaos has erupted on Lockdown!” With Janus and Danny now continuing their heated rivalry on the floor, Landon quickly skulks away…noticing Clark laid out in the ring, and smiling smugly. Megan Skye is right beside him to mop him down with the towel, before Landon strolls cockily up the steel steps, all the while with Clark not moving. A quick stop and turn to taunt the crowd from Maddix brings a heavy amount of boos this way, before he leaps to the top rope in a single bound, and again holds his hands in the air. “What’s he gonna do here?” questions Comet. “Clark’s out. Why not pin him?” “Landon Maddix is too much of a man to not win on his own merits.” “Yeah, sure.” Nervously Maddix turns his head to check where Danny Williams is…and is relieved to see him and Janus still brawling over the guardrail, allowing him to turn back to Clark and quickly spring off the ropes. Alan is still not moving, as Landon backflips through the air, shooting star style… …and hits the Drug of Maddixion, jolting Clark’s already lifeless body! “Drug of Maddixion! Ring…the…bell baby!” Still Danny and Janus are brawling, so Landon winks quickly at Megan…before rolling over and pinning Clark… ONE! TWO! THREEEEE!!! “YES!” Riley again beams. “The Sixty Minute Man wins!” Boos fill the Target Center, as Maddix smugly pushes up to his knees and raises an arm in victory, whilst “Megalomaniac” hits in the background. Megan meanwhile retrieves the Triple Crown of titles, and begins to load them in the ring as Danny looks on in anger. “The winners of the match... The ICTV Champion JANUS… and the USJL Triple Crown Champion… LAAANDOOON… “LA CUCARACHA”… MAAAAADDIIIIIIXXXX!!!” “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” “Alan Clark got beat Comet!” sneers Riley to his still silent partner. “And that was, what, ten minutes maybe. Landon can do that at least six times at 13th Hour!” “He won’t have Janus to do the damage to Clark though…” “Oh, believe me…the damage has BEEN done!” Scooping up his belts, Landon stands up and starts to put the badmouth on Clark… …while Danny Williams angrily rolls into the ring, glaring at Maddix angrily. “LANDON! RUN!” wails Bobby. Landon is completely unaware of Williams’ presence…too busy yelling down on Clark and showing off his belts. Eventually though Megan spots Danny, shrieking and wailing for Landon to turn around. So he does. *SMACK!* And gets a STIFF as hell elbow to the jaw, knocking him out and sending his three belts flying through the air! "YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" “Oh…what a shame.” sniggers Comet. But Danny isn’t done…spotting Janus stumbling around at ringside, and rolling from the ring. The bigman spots Williams early and meets him with a boot before pushing him back before Danny gets a head of steam and charges in with a running elbow, causing Janus to rock over the edge of the table precariously! “Oh god…Bobby…Bobby, get the hell out of here.” “Wait wait…my Pepsi Max.” “Screw that…” “But…it’s Maximum Taste, No Sugar…” Another elbow rocks Janus back, causing him to knock over the cans of Pepsi Max amongst other things as he again comes close to crashing through the table. “Well…damn.” sighs Riley. Backing up, Danny raises his right arm in the air seeking approval from the crowd, which he gets…and then some…before charging at Janus again… "GAAAAAAAAARH!” …but gets caught by the throat, and turned sharply towards the table! “Oh…NO! NO JANUS! DON’T DO IT!” With a roar of intensity, Janus hooks Danny by the tights and hoists him high in the air, while parts of the crowd begin screaming for him to stop… “OH GOD NOOO…” But Janus doesn’t stop… *CRAAAAAAAASSSSSSHHHHHHH!!!” …AND CHOKESLAMS THE WORLD CHAMPION THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!!! “Oh…oh god. Janus has just decimated our World’s Champion. We need help out here for Danny!” The majority of the crowd are in stunned silence, as Janus reaches over and grabs Danny’s World Title belt from the timekeeper’s table…staring transfixed into it, as the camera focuses on Danny Williams in amongst the table wreckage… …perhaps his most dangerous challenge standing ominously over him… …as Lockdown fades to black. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Ace309 0 Report post Posted June 4, 2004 [i've already gotten feedback from TNT on this, so really it's just for posterity. For the record, TNT's reason for marking Dace's win was essentially that, while he liked both matches, he preferred the way Dace's finish played out. I enjoyed writing the match and it was an interesting stip because every time I went back and re-worked something early in the match, I had to rethink the score. I know that's supposed to be the way it is with any match, but the point system made it much more concrete. Comments welcome.] The Target Center is silent as the fans await the main event, as foreshadowed by Cyclone Comet’s rules primer on the UWFi system. Finally, after several seconds… 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 in dark jeans, a white t-shirt and a dark denim jacket. 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 him so close that it’s hard to tell where one stops and the other begins. The music fades, and Funyon begins his announcement. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following matchup will be contested under UWFi rules. The winner will be the first wrestler to accumulate 15 technical points, make his opponent submit, or knock his opponent out! It is match four in a best-of-five series! The first comepetitor, accompanied by Allison Onita… from Buffalo, New York, and weighing in at 231 pounds, he is ‘the Superior One,’ TOM FLESHER!!!!!!!!!!!!” Flesher poses, prompting the fans to boo loudly. He shoos them away, sneering, as Allison helps him strip off his wamup suit. He grins and kisses her lewdly as she exits the ring, then begins stretching out as his music fades. “And his opponent…” The fans begin to cheer immediately. “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 “Protected by Satan” shirt shows 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. Referee Ced Ordonez points to both wrestlers and calls them to the center. “And we’re ready to go, Robert!” says Cyclone Comet. “Let’s get this one underway!” DING DING DING!!!! Ordonez motions for the wrestlers to come to the center. Flesher and Night circle each other in the ring, each man in an unusually defensive stance. Flesher stutter-steps toward Dace, and the High Priest of Horrorcore quickly shuffles backwards to avoid the telegraphed takedown. Flesher nods, seeing that his opponent is well-prepared for the rigors of point-fighting. “You’re going to see a lot of this tonight,” Riley says. “These guys know that points come in handfuls if you’re not careful. One misstep and your opponent throws you for three or four points, maybe even a bonus for the lift, and all of a sudden you’re down 5-0.” The wrestlers shuffle a little more, each man looking for the edge that will put him in early scoring position. Night reaches out, trying to pull Flesher into a lockup where his size and strength will allow him to take the early lead. Flesher, on the other hand, takes a step back and whack Night’s thigh with a stiff kick! Night tries to back away, but Flesher grabs his arm and holds him as he unloads a triplet of quick, surgical strikes to the thigh! Dace tries to back away, but Flesher angles toward him and continues the attack! Dace throws an elbow, but the strike goes wide as Flesher continues pounding his thigh, until Night finally backs into a corner! Ced Ordonez immediately dives in between the wrestlers, calling for a break. “Tom’s taking control early,” says Riley. “You’ll note that he’s attacking from the outside, so Dace isn’t going to be able to hook him for a dragon screw, and that even if Night’s able to avoid the kicks, it doesn’t put Flesher’s leg in position to be attacked. Brilliant!” The wrestlers restart in the center. 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 applause from the crowd, and then steps in, motioning for another collar-and-elbow. “Flesher and Night are feeling each other out,” Riley says. “Tom knows where he can get the advantage when he needs it, but he wants to make sure that he can hit the big throws when he needs to.” “He’s not having much luck with those,” notes Comet. “Flesher may end up being a one-trick pony in this contest, lacking the necessary diversity to make the scores he needs to when he must.” Dace obliges, leaning forward for the collar-elbow, but instead Flesher drops down and goes for a double-leg takedown! Night sprawls back, his reflexes in top condition, and hooks Flesher in a front facelock! He then steps in, pops his hips and arches his back, throwing Flesher head-over-heels! Flesher lands on his back as Night rolls through, and Ordonez holds up three fingers! The scoreboard lights up, “NIGHT 3-FLESHER 0” as the crowd goes wild! “And there you have it,” Comet says. “A single misstep puts Flesher down 3-0, and with Night 20% of the way to a technical victory, Flesher now has to battle out of a deficit.” Flesher rolls to his knees and stays back, trying to clear his mind. Night, on the other hand, has a mental advantage and steps forward, hoping to keep the pressure on. Flesher, though, defends his right to a break by shooting a palm strike up and into Night’s jaw! Dace staggers back and turns away. Flesher shoots forward, hooking Night’s ankle between his knees and clipping the opposite leg out from under him! Orddonez holds up one finger, and the scoreboard reads “3-1!” “Flesher capitalizes on Night’s eagerness, taking him to the mat with a rear leg takedown!” Riley gushes. “Superior technique by the Superior One!” Flesher crawls up Night’s body, keeping Dace’s thigh pinned between his knees. He switches off to a hammerlock, but Night immediately begins moving to the ropes. He reaches out and grabs the rope. Ordonez ducks in and calls for a break, and Flesher backs away. Flesher and Night restart in the center, both cautious. The former World Champion steps forward, and Night steps back. Flesher circles toward his left leg, then feints toward it. Night kicks the leg away, setting himself slightly off balance. Flesher pivots behind him and hooks his planted leg, sweeping it out from under him and securing another takedown worth one point! “Flesher’s bringing it back, getting it to 3-2,” says Riley. “He may have gotten caught once, but his solid fundamentals are going to win him this match.” “That’s a risky proposition,” notes Comet. “He can win scoring a point or two at a time, but if Night is getting three or five at will, Tom’s going to take a beating as he gives up the big scores.” On the mat, Flesher crosses Night’s legs, keeping him in position as he crouches and hooks his arms around his waist. Night struggles as Flesher tries to hoist him for a German suplex and a lift point. Night hugs the mat. Flesher lifts him a few inches, but Night quickly somersaults forward in a Granby roll that breaks him free! Before he can turn back around, though, Flesher recovers and shoots forward, snagging Night’s ankles from behind once again! He crosses his arms, one ankle in each elbow, and yanks backwards, sending Dace spilling back onto his face! Ordonez awards one point for the takedown as Flesher covers Night’s hips to keep him in place. “Flesher evens the score 3-3, and he’s showing solid technique, not relying on big throws he can only hit once,” Riley says. “I’d say Flesher’s developing quite the mental advantage here.” Night sits up, trying to reverse the positions. Flesher stays tight behind him, hooking his left arm and starting to bar it out. Night takes advantage of the position and starts a switch. As soon as Flesher feels the reversal start, he steps back and gets to his feet. Night escapes, but without any points. Flesher steps in, though, making sure not to give Night any time to regroup, and throws a palm strike. Night slips to the side, and Flesher barely grazes him before eating an elbow! The crowd cheers as Flesher staggers backwards, stunned. Night reaches up and hooks the back of his head, then pulls him forward into a front facelock! “Night is in a particularly fecund position,” Comet says, “as any number of scoring techniques originate here.” “Well there’s no need to be foul, Comet.” Night pulls Flesher in closer and then sprawls back, trying to drag Flesher down and spin behind for a two-point takedown. Flesher, though, throws his arms forward and backs out of the headlock, leaving Night pathetically on his stomach! Before Night can get back up, Flesher drops down and hooks a reverse waistlock, prompting Night to wriggle like a fish out of water to avoid getting dumped on his head with the Ego Buster and knocked out this early on! “COME ON, TAAMO!” shouts Riley. “End this one fast!” “Just like Night took him out in the Hardcore match?” muses Comet. “Oh, come on! That was just an abuse of the rules.” Flesher lifts him about a foot off the mat, but quickly gets pulled head over heels as Night hooks his far arm and rolls across his hip! Flesher gets pulled over the hip and thrown onto his back, with Night rolling on top of him and covering! Ordonez holds up one finger, awarding Night a point for the roll! “Rolling arm takedown by Dace Night,” notes Comet. “That was simply a Peterson roll with Flesher facing in the opposite direction, and quite the technique on Citizen Night’s part! The score is 4-3.” Night rides parallel as Flesher scowls, angry that his finishing move was countered so perfectly. Dace grounds him, mounting him in a schoolboy holddown, whereas Flesher responds by fighting into the judo guard position. He wraps his legs over Dace’s hips, looking to grapevine the legs. Night, however, doesn’t give a damn. He simply throws an elbow that totally rocks Flesher! Tom’s eyes glaze over, but he quickly recovers and begins scooting backwards. Night throws another elbow that nearly puts Flesher out, but the Superior One makes it to the ropes! Night stays on top of Flesher, but Ced Ordonez quickly drops in and forces a break by getting between Flesher and Night. The shaken Flesher stays on the mat, and Ordonez begins counting! The crowd goes wild! ONE! TWO! THREE! Flesher shakes his head and grabs the ropes, pulling himself to his feet. Even as he stands, Ordonez blocks him off and continues for the standard standing eight-count. FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! Ordonez steps away, and Flesher moves forward. “Did you see that?” marvels Comet. “Night gets not only the first score of the match, but also the first count! Flesher was nearly out!” “He was up at three!” spits Riley. “Come on!” Center-mat, Night grabs him in a collar-and-elbow tie, trying to power him to the mat. As he tries to snap Flesher down, Night steps back. Flesher hooks his left arm and quickly pivots, dropping to his knees and pulling Dace over his shoulder with an ippon seionage! Night hits the mat hard on his back, prompting Ordonez to award Flesher one point for a front arm takedown! “4-4! It’s all tied up!” squeals Riley, gloating about the takedown. Flesher stands up, though, and bars the left arm! He hooks Dace by the head and tries to lock on a reverse facelock to complete the stretch plum, but the Hardcore Goth is able to peel Flesher’s arm off and spin out to face him! The fans applaud, but before Dace can initiate anything of his own, Flesher steps forward and rocks him with a palm strike! Dace staggers back, leaning against the ropes. Ced Ordonez steps in for the break and forces Flesher back. He waits for Dace in the center of the ring, and as Horrorcore steps forward, Flesher throws another palm strike! Dace slips his head to the side, though, and avoids the blow! Then, he throws an elbow forward and absolutely hammers Flesher with the strike! Flesher staggers backwards, but Night follows him in and nails him with a second elbow! Finally, he slams his elbow down over Flesher’s head, and the Superior One collapses to the mat! The crowd explodes as Ced Ordonez begins his count! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! Flesher very slowly gets up, leaning on one knee. FIVE! SIX! Finally, he gets up. Ordonez finishes the standing eight-count before allowing Flesher to continue. SEVEN! EIGHT! Finally, Flesher steps forward, still shaken but able to continue. “Dace Night is showing his versatility,” says Cyclone Comet. “He’s made a big score, he’s made a small score and he’s gotten Flesher down for two standing eight-counts. I can’t see how Flesher’s single-point scores can keep up with this level of impact.” With the scoreboard reading “NIGHT 4 – FLESHER 4,” the former World Champion appears shaken. Night takes advantage of that by stepping in and throwing another elbowsmash, hoping to knock Flesher down again and hopefully pick up the easy KO. Flesher, though, knows what’s coming. As the elbow swings toward him from his left, he shuffles to his right. Night steps forward, trying to keep his balance, and Flesher unleashes another assault on Night’s left quadriceps! Night absorbs some of the punishment, and as Flesher throws another kick, he circles away from the blow and into Flesher’s opposite side. There, he throws an arm around Flesher’s ribcage and steps forward, locking on a bearhug! The fans cheer as he starts to arch back, but Night can’t complete the belly-to-belly throw! Flesher hooks a leg around his thigh, and rather than go to his back and give up four points, Night abandons the suplex and releases Flesher! “Dace Night knows what works,” says Comet, “but he also knows better than to force what won’t. Besides giving up four points for the suplex counter, Night would have ended up on the mat with Tom Flesher, which is not where he wants to be at this point.” “Or any point,” Riley says. “Tom Flesher is the premier mat wrestler in the SWF, and it’s foolish to put yourself at that kind of disadvantage without a fight. Frankly, I’m surprised Dace isn’t just running from Flesher now.” Tom’s feet hit the canvas, and he quickly regains his balance. He clamps down on Dace’s arms, making sure the Hardcore Goth can’t get away. Then, he adeptly kicks one foot out and twists to the side, trying to sweep Dace’s legs out from under him! Dace, though, kicks his leg back, avoiding the sweep to the crowd’s applause! “Flesher tries to sweep Dace off his feet,” Comet says, “but sadly, is rejected as he attempts a two-point leg takedown.” “Comet, I don’t think there’s any need for that sort of innuendo on this show.” “Sadly, Robert, we just wouldn’t be the same without you.” Flesher lets Dace’s arms go, as he tries to regain his balance. Night pulls back and slams into him with a double-leg takedown! Flesher, though, sprawls back and covers his head, locking on a front facelock! Before Dace can recover, Flesher underhooks his arm and attempts a Cement Job, looking to make up for the two points he missed on his footsweep! Night, though, circles around and drives forward, slamming a shoulder into Flesher’s ribs. Then, he arches back, throwing Flesher to his shoulders with a beautiful Northern Lights suplex! Ordonez holds up three fingers, and the scoreboard lights up at 7-4! “Three-point Northern Lights suplex!” shouts Comet. “Dace Night and Tom Flesher engage in a fabulous counter-wrestling sequence, but like the others, this one ends with three points for JUSTICE~!” “You know, I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t make moral judgments, Comet. Just because your ideas are framed by your childhood wish to be a superhero doesn’t mean Dace Night is fighting for good. I mean, the man likes to be whipped by his girlfriend. That’s not right.” Night rolls through and gets to his feet as Flesher shakes off the blow and starts up. Before he can get to his feet, Night swings an elbow out and nails him in the jaw! Flesher stumbles back, seemingly unsure even where he is. Dace continues his relentless assault, slamming into Flesher with a double-leg takedown! Flesher loses his balance and falls… back into the ropes! He leans against the cables, trying to stay on his feet, and Ced Ordonez breaks the two apart! The fans boo as Ordonez waves off any score, and Flesher stumbles forward. He’s clearly in no shape to fight back, and as he steps in, Dace effortlessly ducks under him and spins him around, bracing his head under Flesher’s arm. Then, with an explosive back arch, he throws Flesher back! He pops his hips and spikes Flesher onto the crown of his head, slamming him into the mat with a sickening backdrop driver! “BACKDROPPAH~!” screams Comet, as Ordonez holds up four fingers! The scoreboard flashes “NIGHT 11-FLESHER 4” as Tom lays face-down on the mat. He pushes himself up, looking very, very shaken, and then falls flat again! Ordonez begins counting, and this time, the fans count along! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! Flesher begins to get to his feet, moving very slowly. FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! Finally, he gets back up, and Ordonez moves out. Flesher shakes his head, trying to loosen the cobwebs. Instead, he gets Dace Night charging at him, trying to keep the pressure on. Flesher backs away, leaning against the ropes, as Night swings an elbow at his head! Flesher ducks, avoiding the elbow, and steps in to grab Dace’s knees to go for a double leg. Night arches back, shoving Flesher away to keep from being taken down. Flesher shoots forward again, trying desperately to get any sort of score to make up the 7-point deficit! Night, though, simply shuffles backwards. Frustrated, Flesher starts to stand up, but locks his arms higher, around Dace’s hips. From there, with Night a foot off the mat, Flesher spins to the side and throws Dace head-over-heels into a cartwheel motion! Night, falling completely out of control, lands on his side and collapses, the wind knocked out of him! Ordonez holds up three fingers, and Night rolls to his stomach, completely out of commission! “Beautiful!” marvels Bobby Riley. “Flesher digs into those grappling skills and busts out a Greco-Roman-style high dive and throw! He shows complete and utter disregard for Dace Night’s safety and scores three, because that wasn’t a leg takedown – it was a suplex all the way!” “Flesher’s technique is good, indeed,” says Comet, as the scoreboard lights up “NIGHT 11-FLESHER 7.” “Still,” he says, “the energy required to execute that hold may have taken the starch out of Flesher.” “Well, you have to remember,” Riley says, “after that ridiculous hardcore ‘match’ last week, Flesher’s at a disadvantage. It’s not RIGHT, but he is, and so he has to pull out all the stops to win this match and force match 5 at 13th Hour. He’s going to win the series – you know it, I know it, and the American people know it – but he’s got to take every risk in order to prove it to this awful anti-Flesher bias in the office.” “What are you talking about? Flesher attacked Night, and Night defended himself!” “A ha, but would he have made that attack if Dace hadn’t angled for a hardcore match in the first place? I think not, Comet.” Night, still stunned by the out-of-nowhere cartwheel throw, is easy prey as Flesher drops down and tries to hook him around the waist for a gutwrench lift. Once again, he gets Dace a few inches off the mat, but this time Night’s hook of Flesher’s arm is telegraphed and he can’t roll for his one-point takedown. Flesher sees it coming and simply drops Dace back onto the mat. Before the Brummie Goth has a chance to get up, Flesher drops down onto his back and reaches down to grab his chin. As he hooks the head, he sits back, locking on a camel clutch! The fans boo as Flesher leans back, increasing the pressure of the hold. “And there’s Flesher, capitalizing on his techniques,” says Riley. “He hits a cartwheel throw and he’s right there to slap on a camel clutch. Talk about synergy! He’s not just trying to score or get the submission, he’s hedging his bets by looking for both of them.” “It would seem to me, Robert, that Flesher’s camel clutch is merely an attempt at getting a convenient rest break,” says Comet. Flesher’s chest heaves as he works for the submission, not only making Dace carry his 231 pounds but pressuring his neck as well. Night, though, quickly gets his wind back. He uses his strength advantage to crawl forward a few inches, even with Flesher pulling back on his neck. Night lunges forward, and Flesher merely goes along for the ride, focusing on trying to injure his neck. Dace reaches out, his fingers brushing against the bottom rope, and he finally manages to get one hand around it! The fans cheer, but Flesher quickly breaks up the party by backing up. He hooks Dace’s arms over his knees and slowly moves back toward the center. “Could this be it?” asks Riley, clearly pleased. “Is Tom Flesher going to get the submission here?!” Night grimaces, clearly in a lot of pain. However, he pulls his arms off Flesher’s legs and slowly begins crawling toward the ropes. The fans begin cheering him on, and in an instant, the whole Target Center is chanting “DACE F’N NIGHT! DACE F’N NIGHT!” “Oh, come on!” says Riley, more than a little miffed. “How can these fans cheer for Dace Night? Tom Flesher is clearly the better representative for this company!” “If he was the better candidate for number-one contender, Robert, why does Dace lead the series 2-1 and the match by 4 points?” “Oh, it’s just politics!” fumes Riley. Dace reaches out, nearing the ropes again. This time, he grabs the bottom cable and holds on for dear life! Flesher, realizing he’s not going to win this battle, stands up. Instead of breaking, though, he drops a knee into the middle of Night’s back! The crowd boos as Night releases the rope, and Flesher drags him back to center mat for another camel clutch. “Night’s right in the middle!” shrieks Riley, sounding like a spider monkey. “There’s no way he can get back to the ropes!” “DACE F’N NIGHT! DACE F’N NIGHT!” This time, instead of trying to crawl for the ropes, Dace is stationary. He tries to escape, but Flesher pulls Night’s arms back over his knees and sits back even further. Night grimaces, looking like he’s in utterly inhuman pain. Flesher simply leans back, hoping beyond hope that he can get the submission here. Suddenly…. “LOOK AT THAT!” screams Comet, as the crowd bursts into cheers! Night reaches around Flesher’s thigh and pulls it under his body, reversing positions and pulling Flesher to his back under him! Despite his fatigue, Dace lunges forward, throwing elbows at Flesher’s head! The Superior One immediately bails, moving for the ropes to avoid any further ground and pound action! “Flesher shows his cowardice,” says Comet, “by running to the sidelines as soon as he feels like he’s in danger. What despicable actions by Flesher, while Citizen Night is simply trying to compete on equal footing.” Flesher hits the ropes, covering his face to avoid being nailed with more of the stiff elbows that have put him down in the match. Frustrated, Dace backs away as Ced Ordonez calls for the break. Flesher backs away and collects himself as Dace scowls at him from the center. Flesher, for his part, merely steps into the center slowly, where Dace grabs him by the arm and tries to pull him into a short-arm elbow strike! Flesher avoids the elbow and responds with a sucker palm strike that sends Dace’s head snapping backwards. He grabs the wrist of Dace’s arm and ducks down, locking it into a pumphandle grip between his thighs. From there, Flesher stands up and grabs the pumphandle wrist, then hooks Dace by the head and arches backwards! Night lands with a splat on the top of his head, then collapses into a heap on the mat as Flesher recollects his thoughts and Ordonez awards four points! “LOGICAL DISCONNECT!” shouts Riley. “ELEVEN-ELEVEN! IT’S ALL TIED UP!” “Flesher hits the Logical Disconnect,” concedes Comet, “but only after showing great lack of spine by avoiding any action that put him at a disadvantage.” “What, you’re saying he should step up when he’s getting beaten down just to be chivalrous? Comet, I thought you were smarter than that.” Flesher steps back, eyeing Night carefully. He looks up and sees the scoreboard, which reads “NIGHT 11-FLESHER 11.” He stays back, leaning on his thighs and watching Night get to his feet. As soon as Dace is up, Tom angles toward him, feigning a kick to the thigh. Dace steps back, but Flesher doesn’t attack any further. Rather, he simply watches to see how his opponent reacts. Night does the same, and they stay with their eyes locked for a few seconds. “Flesher and Night are both at the magic number, the 11-point threshold,” says Riley. “If your opponent has 11 points, then anything you do is potentially a four-point capture suplex that wins him the match. You have to be really careful, and that’s what we’re seeing here.” “Oh, super,” says Comet with a yawn. “Let me know when it’s over.” Dace throws an elbow, but Flesher steps back and avoids the strike. As Night recovers into his defensive stance, Flesher lets loose with another kick, this one in earnest. He slams the toe of his boot into Night’s thigh! Dace steps back, but Flesher kicks him again, keeping a safe distance back. “You’ll note,” says Riley, “that Flesher’s playing it safe again. He’s working smarter, not harder… he’s hitting his strikes, but the length of his legs keeps him way back out of Dace’s reach, especially the way that cocking the elbow shortens the arm. Really, you have to admire that kind of tactical attack.” Dace reaches out, trying to grab Flesher’s ankle as he kicks. Flesher retracts, though, and steps back to avoid getting caught. Dace steps in, and Flesher throws another kick. Dace swings his leg back, avoiding the blow… but Flesher side-steps toward him! With Dace off-balance, Flesher sweeps his leg out from under him, and the Brummie Goth falls to the mat, flat on his back! Ordonez holds up two fingers, and the scoreboard flashes 11-13! Before Dace can escape, Flesher dives onto him and assumes his own ground-and-pound position, throwing a shotei at Night’s face! From there, he throws a forearm across Dace’s windpipe, looking for the same sort of chokehold that he used in the submission match. “Flesher executes a picture-perfect legsweep, and then dives onto Night!” marvels Riley. “He wants to end this here and now!” Dace, though, covers up and begins scooting for the ropes. He doesn’t bother wasting energy trying to peel off the chokehold. He simply lunges for the ropes and grabs the bottom one with both hands, holding on for dear life as Ced Ordonez forces his way in between the two combatants! Frustrated, Flesher backs away. Night gets up, clearly still in pain from the chokehold, but makes it back to the center. Flesher steps back, ready to unleash another assault on his quad. This time, though, Night clamps down on his leg and pulls him, until he has Flesher’s knee clamped under his arm! Flesher panics, holding up his hands to beg off. Night, though, simply falls to the mat, executing a dragon screw leg whip to put Flesher on his back on the mat, and then diving onto him to ground and pound once again! Ordonez, meanwhile, awards Night two points for the takedown, evening things up at 13-13! The fans scream for Night as he tries to throw the elbows that will finally knock Flesher out once and for all! Flesher, though, posts his hands on Night’s head and pushes himself back. Night continues throwing his elbows, which Flesher absorbs in his midsection! He grimaces, obviously in pain, but can’t get to the ropes! “And in an instant,” says Comet, “Dace Night is back in control! Tom Flesher is trying desperately to avoid being knocked out, and his insides are being scrambled instead of his brains! Not much of a trade-off!” As Comet calls for Flesher’s untimely demise, though, the Superior One kicks his legs up, lifting Night a few inches off the mat. Night reaches down to post on the mat for balance, and Flesher responds by grabbing the wrist. He slides back and silences Dace for a moment with a kick to the head, then tries to wrap his legs around Dace’s neck and extended arm for a triangle choke! Immediately, Night backs out and tries to use his free hand to keep Flesher from scissoring his ankles. He gets to his knees and pulls back, realizing that he can’t grapple with Flesher. He pulls back, trying to allow Flesher a free escape and fresh start on his feet. Tom, though, keeps the pinned arm, and as Night gets to his feet, Flesher pivots and drops to his knees! He yanks Dace’s arm forward and executes an ippon seionage, then stands up behind him! Ordonez awards the arm-takedown point, bringing the score to Night 13-Flesher 14. Instead of going for another score, though, Flesher keeps the pinned arm and bars it out. He throws a leg between the seated Night’s thighs to keep him from spinning out and then clamps down on his head into a reverse facelock! The fans begin booing as Flesher secures the last element of the seated stretch plum! “Held Without Bail!” cries Riley. “Held Without Bail! Flesher hits the ippon seionage and grabs the stretch plum!!!!!” “Citizen Night, though, is unusually resilient,” says Comet. “Can he escape this hold? Can he make it to the ropes?” Night wriggles, trying to free himself from the airtight submission. He reaches out, trying to at least skim the ropes with his fingertips, but can’t. He’s locked in the center of the ring. He tries to move, but can’t. All he can do is feel the immense pain of the submission hold. Finally, the pain is too much. TAP! TAP! TAP! DING DING DING!!!! Ordonez steps in, forcing Flesher to break the hold as he waves his arms over his head. Flesher obliges, backing away with a satisfied smirk on his face. Allison Onita springs into the ring, running and hugging Tom. “Your winner, via submission, ‘the Superior One’ TOM FLESHER!!!!” Ordonez raises Flesher’s arm, and the crowd jeers at the top of its lungs. He looks out at the crowd and, as Dace Night scowls and rolls out of the ring, Flesher shoots them the finger. Allison does the same, prompting the standard “YOU SUCK COCK! YOU SUCK COCK!” chants. “Tom Flesher takes Match 4 by submission, evening the series at 2-2,” says Bobby Riley, “even though that’s grossly unfair and a ridiculous understatement of Flesher’s talent. Still, we’ve got word that these two will meet at 13th Hour in Match 5 to settle the series and determine the number-one contender to the SWF World Championship! The stipulation of that match will be announced next week!” “For now, though,” says Comet, “we have to take a commercial break. When we come back, Maddix and Janice take on Danny Williams and Alan Clark! Next!” Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
