King Cucaracha 0 Report post Posted June 6, 2004 [What have I gotten myself...and Clark...into? Read. Enjoy.] The house lights shut off as the wispy sounds of a digital xylophone echo throughout the arena. You can feel the pulsation of the light dings, as a hard beat done by violins, suddenly strikes up slightly overshadowing the original background rhythm. “So do you wanna be a Franchise…… And live large…… A big house…… five cars……” The SmarkTron flares up with a blue and white photonegative image of Mak Francis, which is followed by ‘‘The Franchise’’ in large green lettering, flashing on the screen in time with the beat. Stevens: Fans, we are so glad that you can join us tonight for SWF From the Fire! Right now, we’ve got the long awaited Iron Man match between the Champion, Danny Williams, and the challenger, Mak Francis! Riley: This is going to be one for the ages, Stevens. Two men, one belt they both desire, and the will, strength, and endurance to wrench it from the other man’s grasp! Stevens: Well said, though you stole it from the commercial. As the slightly altered opening lyrics from Rock Superstar by Cypress Hill pump over the PA system, the self proclaimed franchise makes his way through the curtain. The lights come back up and Francis comes out onto the stage, tilting his shades down on the bridge of his nose, before looking left and then right…… Funyon: The following United States Title bout is under Iron Man rules! Introducing first, the challenger, weighing in at a ready 225 pounds, hailing from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania......THE FRANCHISE.................MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAK FRANCIS! He readjusts his shades with a smirk, before slowly strolling down to ringside and after walking up the ring steps, he cockily wipes his feet on the apron, giving a mock salute to the crowd, before entering through the middle ropes. Francis climbs the nearest turnbuckle and poses with both fists raised in the air. The crowd soccer hooligans in the top rows begin to howl..... “Let’s go Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak, Let’s go!” clap! clap! clap!clap!clap! Mak drops down, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the United States Champion. Stevens: This match has building for months upon months now. It all started when the Franchise pulled off the upset of the century, and defeated Danny Williams in a non title match up last December. However, it wouldn’t be until several weeks late that Mak would get a shot at the gold. But the long wait pulled off as Mak was able.... Riley: To defeat Danny Williams with a fluke roll up out of nowhere! In the rematch, Danny Williams proved this to the world, by destroying Mak and recapturing his title! Stevens: Well, that’s one way of looking at it. But regardless, this is Mak’s chance to prove that he is at Danny’s level once and for all. If he can survive with Danny Williams for sixty minutes, win or lose, he’s proved that he is ready for much bigger things. Suddenly, the gentle melodies of In Flame’s “Jester’’s Dance” echoes through the arena, triggering a chorus of “boos”. Williams pushes his way through the heavy curtains draping from the locker room entrance, and slowly makes his way out to the platform. Funyon: And his opponent, weighing in at an impressive 238 pounds, he hails from Louisville, Kentucky...................THE UNITED STATES CHAMPION.........DANNY WILLIAMSsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss! With the object of their hatred now in clear sight, the fans taunts become even louder. Williams lets the negative reaction bounce right off of him, and slowly makes his way down to the ring like he has all the time in the world. Upon entering the ring, Williams undoes his belt, and hands it to Soapdish, who holds it up in the air for all to see. Stevens: That’s what it’s all about, the United States Title. In recent weeks, Danny has gone on a tear, fending off all threats to his title. But can he survive a 60 minute assault from his greatest adversary? Soapdish hands the belt to an outside official, and gets ready to call for the bell. Suddenly, Williams explodes out of his corner, ambushing The Franchise with a flurry of elbows! Soapdish rolls his eyes, and signals for the bell! DING! DING! DING! Stevens: Mak, attacked before the bell by a dirty Danny Williams! Riley: Nothing wrong with trying to get ahead in life. Mak instinctively brings his arms up, trying his best to defend himself from the onslaught! Seeing that his elbows are now connecting with Mak’s hard forearms rather than his face, Williams ceases the attack, grabs hold of the Franchise’s left arm and slings him out of the corner with a Judo Throw! Keeping a hold of Mak’s wrist, Williams falls back, locking on a Cross Armbreaker! Stevens: JUJI-GATAME! JUJI-GATAMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Riley: Right now, Mak has two options, submit or suffer a broken arm! Screaming like a mad man, Mak thrashes about in agony, frantically wiggling his way towards the ropes! The nervous fans jump out of their seats, praying that the Franchise can hang on for a few more seconds! Stevens: Or he could make the ropes! Riley: But at what cost, Stevens? There’s no telling how much damage has been, already. Francis is a fool for risking permeant injury like this, especially with so much time left in the match! He who taps and runs away, lives to fight another day. Stevens: Or in this case, finish the match. Riley: Exactly. His arm threatening to snap in half at any second, the pain growing so intense he can barely move anymore, Francis stops his squirming and desperately stretches his arm out for the ropes. But it’s still out of reach, left with no other option, Francis frantically starts tapping with his free hand! Riley: HE’S TAPPING! HE’S TAPPING! Stevens: I DON’T BELIEVE IT! Soapdish immediately calls for the bell to the shock of the crowd! DING! Williams releases Mak, back rolls to his feet, and starts jumping up and down in triumph! Funyon: Ladies and Gentlemen, Danny Williams has scored a submission over Mak Francis at 58 seconds into the contest. He now leads, 1 to 0. Williams leaps up on to the second turnbuckle, pounding his chest, and shouting obscenities at the fans, who in turn, shout obscenities back at him. Mumbling curses to himself, Francis sits up, clutching his arm and grimacing. Stevens: UNBELIEVABLE! Williams has made Mak Francis tap out in under a minute! To say that nobody saw this coming, would be a huge understatement. Riley: Smart, smart, strategy by Danny. Come out with guns blazing, score the first point, and make the young challenger play catch up. Now Francis will have to score at least two points in order to go home with the title, because we all know that in case of a tie, the champion keeps the crown. Stevens: Indeed, it will be an uphill battle the rest of the night for the Franchise. However, he has to remember that he’s still got 59 minutes to score those two points, which is more than enough time. His head hung down in disappointment, Francis stands up to a respectful applause. Mak paces around a little, shaking out his arm, trying to get the feeling back. Stevens: We all know how much Mak hates to tap out, so one can only imagine how much pain he must of have been in. But still, he did the right thing by tapping. “Can you go on?” asks a concerned Nick Soapdish, who gets a slight nod as a response. With that, Francis impatiently goes back to his corner, eager for the match to start so he can get some payback. Williams returns to a sedated state, and gets back in his corner. With both men back in their corners and ready, Soapdish signals for the match to continue! DING! Stevens: Alright, here we go! Will Williams coast his way to victory or will he keep the pressure on the challenger? Williams marches out of his corner, stands tall in the center of the ring, and waves Mak on. Riley: Williams, reminding Francis that if he wants to win, he’s gonna have take the fight to him. Francis doesn’t disappoint Williams, lunging at him with outstretched arms, instigating a grappler! The Franchise gains the upper hand with a Side Headlock, but in a flash, Williams has him raised off the mat..... Stevens: DANGEROUS BACKDROP! but Mak fires off a frenzy of hard elbows down on Williams’ neck! The pain forces Williams to sit Francis down, who in turn, spins behind him, grabs a rear waistlock, and lifts..... Stevens: NO! GERMAN SUPLEX! Williams puts a stop to the Suplex attempt with some sharp elbows aimed right into Mak’s temple! Crack! Crack! Crack! Unable to withstand the onslaught, Mak lowers Williams, who spins out of the waistlock, grabs one of his own, and heaves.... Riley: NOW, WILLIAMS IS GONNA SUPLEX HIM! Learning from the enemy, Mak starts throwing back elbows like his life depends on it! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Williams finally gives in, releasing Mak, who takes off for the ropes! The Franchise gets a good bounce, and comes flying back at the United States Champion like a bat out of hell! Once in range, Mak swings his boot up for a High Kick.... Stevens: YAKUZA KICK! which is caught! Williams releases Mak’s boot, and swiftly spins around for an elbow.... Stevens: ROLLING ELBOW! that is blocked! Francis jogs back out of attacking range, and Williams does the same, while the fans give one hell of a standing ovation! Riley: Stalemate! Stevens: Both men were throwing bombs, but none of them hit their targets. They just know each other too well for that. Williams and Mak have both broke a sweat, and are already breathing very heavy. The two rivals look at each other in disbelief, trying to catch their breath while pondering a way in which they can break through the other’s defense. The fans quiet down as the two warriors start to circle one another, carefully eyeing each other up. The two men pause, and than clash together in a collar elbow tie up! Moving quicker than the eye, The Franchise ducks down behind Williams, tripping him up with a Single Leg Takedown! Stevens: The Franchise, taking the Champion to the mat, a place where the challenger feels much more at home. Williams fights his way to his hands and knees, but Mak quickly secures him in a amateur waistlock. Knowing he’s out of his league, Williams starts crawling for the ropes, but Francis swiftly floats in front of him, looking to tie him up with a front facelock. However, in a rare display of mat skill, Danny spins out from underneath the Franchise, and secures him in a amateur waistlock of his own! Riley: Sweet counter by Williams! He’s no slouch on the mat, himself. No sooner than Williams has gained control, the Franchise slides out of his clutches, and wraps him up with another amateur waistlock. Stevens: Williams may be no slouch, but he isn’t a 2 time All American. Francis beautifully transitions the amateur waistlock to another front facelock, but before he can lock it in, Williams rotates out from underneath him, successfully locking on the front facelock that Mak couldn’t! Riley: But Danny is the current United States Champion, and he’s back on top! In a blink of an eye, the slippery challenger slips out of Williams’ arms, reversing the front facelock into a Fujiwara Armbar! Stevens: MAK, COUNTERING WITH A SUBMISSION HOLD! Not spending a single second in the hold that he doesn’t have to, Williams frantically rolls out of it, laying his boots across the bottom rope! “Break!” orders Soapdish. The Franchise backs up, allowing the embarrassed Champion to get back on his feet unmolested. The crowd gives a brief standing ovation, before finding their way back to their seats. Feeling confident for the first time in a while, Mak shoots a cocky smile at Williams, who shoots back a cold stare. Stevens: And Danny Williams has just been taking to school! Riley: Ah bullshit! If Mak was as good as he thinks he is, he wouldn’t have let Danny get to the ropes, and the score would be tied. Stevens: You do have a point there, Riley. Williams may be no mat wizard, but he was still able to execute and get the submission. Williams and Mak start shyly tippy toeing toward each other, their hands extended, and their fingers wiggling as if they are looking for a mutual Greco Roman Knuckle Lock. With an uninterested look on his face, Williams carefully locks fingers with one of the Franchise’s hands.... Thump! Without warning, Williams pulls back his hand, and slams his shin into the back of Mak’s knee with a hard ass kick! “Booooooooooooooooooooo!” His leg paralyzed with pain, Mak tenses up in shock, allowing Williams to pop him with a hard Elbow Smash! Crack! Stunned, Mak helplessly drops to one knee, slowly shaking his head from side to side as if he’s checking to make sure nothing got knocked loose. Showing no mercy, Williams kicks Francis’ good leg out from underneath him, forcing the challenger to drop on to his hands and knees. Riley: Williams, chopping the challenger down like a tree! Stevens: Unable to match mat skills with the Franchise, Williams has resulted to brawling from the vertical position. Williams casually steps over Mak’s left arm, sits on his back, scissoring the shoulder. Williams reaches underneath Francis’ belly, grabs his arm, and drops back, forcing Francis on to his back and in perfect position for the Cross Armbreaker! The fans nearly have a heart attack, but Mak wisely locks his hands together to prevent Williams from straighten his arm out! Stevens: DANNY, LOOKING FOR THE JUJI-GATAME! Riley: Williams is picking up right where he left off during the first fall! Without a second to lose, Mak twists his lower body horizontally, locking his boots around the bottom rope! Soapdish orders the break, and Williams coldly obliges. The relieved fans give a small but hopeful applause. Stevens: Francis, survived a close one there. Riley: I’m not even sure if he knows, how close he was to going down 2-0. Keeping his cool, but moving with haste, Williams jerks Mak up by his arm and doubles over, flipping Mak off the ropes with a flashy Judo Throw! The fans once again arise as Williams drops back for another Cross Armbreaker! Riley: HE’S GOING FOR IT AGAIN! This time, Mak wisely locks his hands together to keep his arm from being stretched out across Williams’ body! Williams sits up, and starts pulling with all his might on Mak’s arm, but he can’t seem to separate the Franchise’s fingers. Stevens: NO! Mak saw it coming this time, but he can’t hold on for much longer, HE HAS TO MAKE THE ROPES! Dripping sweat and grinding his teeth, Mak arches his back into an athletic bridge, kicks off the mat with his powerful legs, back rolling into the ropes! The fans collectively wipe their foreheads, and breathe a sigh of relief. Stevens: The Franchise, making the ropes with an amateur style escape! Riley: And to think, I thought that Danny was gonna try to coast his way to victory. Stevens: I guess he figures that a 2-0 lead, might be easier to protect than a 1-0 lead. Riley: Yeah, sometimes the best defense is a good offense or so they say. Williams releases Mak, hurries to his feet, catching Francis with a nasty soccer kick as he climbs to his hands and knees! Smack! “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” groans the fans, while the challenger rolls over on his back in agony. Williams jerks Mak up, takes him over and away from the ropes with a Fireman Carry, and grabs his arm for a third Juji-gatame attempt! Before Williams can fall back, The Franchise rolls over on his side, and tightly snaps his hands together like a padlock. Stevens: Williams is not giving Mak a break, keeping him in constant guard of the Juji-gatame. Riley: If you find something that works, stick with it until it doesn’t. Williams strains and pulls with all his might, but Mak refuses to give in. Frustrated, Danny releases Francis’ wrist, and gives him a good kick in his exposed back! Smack! The crowd roars as Mak angrily rolls to his feet, looking Williams square in the eye as if to say “didn’t hurt.”. Not impressed, Williams snatches the Franchise up, and sends him to the mat with a dominating Scoop Slam! Boom! Mak rolls over to get up, allowing Williams to whelp his back with another punt! Smack! Refusing to stay down from something as insignificant as pain, the Franchise jumps to his feet anyway, catching Williams off guard with a series of blistering chops! Smack! Smack! Bringing a stop to this offensive burst, Williams pulls Mak’s head down by it’s hair, and repeatedly drives several hard knees into his face! Williams lets the numb faced challenger up, and hammers him with a right, left, right Elbow Smash Combo! The Franchise wobbles like he’s going to go down, but before he can, Williams takes hold of his hair and tights, and tosses him to the outside! Riley: The Franchise, learning the hard way that he can’t hold his own with Danny at a vertical base! Stevens: Mak was attempting to overwhelm the Champion, much like how Danny overwhelmed him just a few short weeks ago. But Williams does the smart thing, by tossing him out of the ring, a good way to extinguish some of the challenger’s fire . Williams turns away, and wipes his forehead in relief. Upon hearing the crowd pop, Danny spins around to find Mak already sliding back in! The Franchise hurries to his feet, and drives the surprised Champion into the ropes with chest stinging chops! Smack! Smack! Smack! Stevens: Mak is taking the fight to the Champion! Francis takes Williams by the hand, looking to whip him off the ropes. Mak pulls back, but the Champion hooks his free arm around the top rope, refusing to move. Realizing he’s gonna have to weaken him more, The Franchise releases Williams’ hand, and punishes him with some more chops! Smack! Smack! Smack! Having beaten Danny’s chest raw, Mak goes for another Irishwhip, but once again Danny stubbornly clings to the top rope! Getting a bit frustrated, the Franchise swings a wild chop, that is easily ducked! Swoooooooosh! Now it is Mak who has his back to the ropes, and Williams takes full advantage, popping three straight elbows into his jaw! Crack! Crack! Crack! Williams attempts to whip the Franchise off the ropes, but now it his attempt that is foiled by his victim’s death grip on the top rope! Finding this to be more of an annoyance than an inconvenience, Williams simply busts Mak up with a few more elbows.... Crack! Crack! Crack! and tries again! This time, Williams finds success, sending the Franchise speeding across the ring against his will. Riley: Mak, coming out on the losing end of that battle of wills. Williams catches Mak on the rebound with an Abdominal Stretch, but the challenger smoothly spins out behind Williams, trapping him in the Abdominal Stretch! The fans applaud as Mak puts the pressure on Williams, stretching his hamstring to it’s limits! Stevens: But now it’s Mak who has succeed in what Williams has failed to do! Not going down without a fight, Williams fights his way to the ropes, only to be dragged back to the center of the ring by his tights, where Mak reapplies the Abdominal Stretch to an even bigger pop than before! Williams tries to fight his way back to the ropes, but he finds it to be much more difficult the second time around as the side of the effects the hold start to kick in. His stomach cramping and his body weakening, Williams drop to his knees a few feet short of his goal. Having something better in mind, Francis unhooks his leg from around Williams’ leg, stands it on the Champion’s back, and straightens his arms out into a modified Surfboard Stretch! Stevens: Mak, attempting to break Williams down a piece at a time. Riley: He really doesn’t have any other options, Stevens. With both men fresh, he couldn’t gain any advantage, so know he’s gonna have to wear Danny down, and see where he can go from there. “Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuur!” groans Mak as he viciously pushes Williams’ torso one way, while pulling his arms the other. The slower action quiets the crowd down considerably. His arms going numb with pain, Williams urgently pushes his way up to one foot, and than the other, greatly reducing the pressure of the hold. Francis removes his boot from Williams’ back, and straightens the Champion’s arms out behind him into a Cobra Twist! Stevens: Ah, Mak going old school with the Cobra Twist! Much like a head scissors, it’s one of those holds that requires a lot of energy to escape, while requiring very little energy from the person who’s applying. An excellent move for an Iron Man match! The Champion simply attempts to walk his way to the ropes, but Mak anchors himself to the mat, holding Williams in place by his wrists. His he can’t take the easy way out, Williams takes a few short breaths as if he’s preparing for a lift, digs his boots into the mat, and starts vigorously pulling his arms forward like he’s doing butterfly curls on a weight machine. Riley: What the hell is Williams doing? Stevens: He’s attempting to reverse the Cobra Twist, by spinning out of it. It requires a lot of energy and even a lot more power! Like I said, it’s very fatiguing. Williams makes scary weight lifting faces as he grunts and strains, exposing every detailed muscle in his massive frame as he powers his way behind Mak! Not wanting his arms broken, Mak releases Williams’ wrists, who in turn, grabs hold of his, smoothly reversing into a Cobra Twist of his own! Drenched in sweat, Williams nods his head to show every one he’s in charge here. But suddenly, Mak acrobatically somersaults forward, brutally kicking off Williams’ stomach, breaking the Cobra Twist to the “ohs” and “ahs” of the fans! Mak rolls to his feet, while Williams blows back into the ropes with the wind knocked out of him! Riley: OH MY GOD! Did you know Mak could do that? I didn’t know Mak could do that! Stevens: The Franchise is indeed the master of the flashy counters, but that was beyond flashy, that was inhuman! The Franchise darts at the winded Champion, stops in front of him, pulls up, and..... Smack! drills him with a picture perfect Dropkick, that sends Danny tumbling through the ropes, and out on to the hard arena floor! The fans give a joyous celebration, but Francis keeps his game face, sprinting to the far side of the ring. Feeling like he just got a sledge hammer plunged into his chest, Williams painfully climbs to his feet, flinching in pain with each breath. With his target in sight, Mak darts across the ring like a bullet, propelling himself over the top rope, crushing Williams with a Pescado! The fans enthusiastically start a “FRAN-CHISE!” chant, while pumping their fists into the air! Stevens: This place is electric! Of all the rising stars in the SWF night sky, none of them seem to be shining brighter than..... Riley: TOM FLESHER! Briefly breaking his cool, Mak rolls off of Williams, and gives the front roll fans a cocky Rocky pose! Turning his attention back to Williams, Mak pulls him up and rolls him back into the ring. With Williams laying parallel to the ropes, the Franchise hops on to the apron, and sling shots himself over the top rope! Flash photography goes off like machine gun fire as the Franchise drives his shoulders down into Williams’ soft stomach like a human torpedo! Stevens: SENTON AUTOMATICOOOOOOOOO! The Franchise rolls all the way through to his feet to an enormous applause. Williams wraps his arms around his abdomen, brings his knees into his chest, and starts rocking around in anguish. Mak kneels down in front of Williams, grabs a front facelock, and jerks him up to his feet. Mak tosses Williams’ arm over his shoulder, grabs a handful of tights, and lifts.... Stevens: Mak looking for the Vertical Suplex! “Dah!” cries Mak as the Suplex attempt is brought to an unexpected halt, due to a Danny Williams’ leg grapevine! Feeling safe, Williams grabs a handful of Mak’s tights, and tries a Suplex of his own..... Riley: But it’s Danny who’s gonna hit it! but Mak blocks it, and the two start battling it out for the Vertical Suplex! They exchange grunts, and lift attempts, but neither man gets anywhere. The crowd starts to heat up, getting behind the challenger, chanting.... “FRAN-CHISE!” BOOM! BOOM! “FRAN-CHISE!” Mak feeds off the energy of the crowd, summoning his power for one final lift attempt! “DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”screams Mak as he hoists all 238 pounds of the Champion into the air, but Danny frantically shifts his weight back down towards the mat! Once his feet find the ground, Williams takes advantage of the exhausted challenger, immediately powering him up over his head... Riley: Danny’s got him up! But Mak floats out of his grasp, lands on his feet like a cat, and attempts to hook Williams up with an Abdominal Stretch! But Danny spends around behind him, and clubs him with a vertebra shattering Enzui Lariat! Smack! The fans “oh” as the Franchise plummets to the mat! Stevens: Mak got in trouble, so he tried to go back to what worked previously, unfortunately Williams was a step ahead of him, this time. With Francis laying face down on the mat, Williams takes the time to do a few toe touches and other ham string stretches, trying his best to undo the effects of Mak’s early offense. The cramping subsided, Williams pulls Mak up by his wrist, and unloads a flurry of rapid fire Knife Edge Chops into his neck! Riley: Mini Chops! Nice to see Danny use those, again. Danny releases Mak’s hand, who staggers back into the ropes while holding his neck and grimacing. Williams shoots Mak off the ropes, and bounces off them himself! The Franchise speeds back at the charging champion against his will, running right into a Hooking Lariat! Smack! Stevens: SHOTGUN LARIAT! Mak goes heels over head in a complete 360 spin, landing hard on his stomach! The repulsed fans “oh” in sympathy, while Williams shakes out his arm. The arena grows as quiet as a church as Williams drops to his knees, rolls ELM’s corpse over, and hooks his legs for the pin! Riley: IT’S OVER! There is no way in hell, Mak is gonna kick out of that! ONE! TWO! Mak kicks out, but to say it wasn’t with much authority would be a huge understatement! Williams sits up, pounds his fist into the mat, and shouts,”Dammit!” Stevens: Kick out at two! While Williams curses, the Franchise rolls out of the ring, clutching his throat. Taking his time, Danny casually rolls out after Francis, who is vulnerably laying on his back. Deciding that he isn’t much of a threat at the moment, Williams starts tearing up a section of protective padding to the jeers of the crowd. Having exposed the cold concrete, Williams makes his way back over to the challenger, pulling him up with a front facelock. The terrified fans gasp as Williams walks Mak in front of the cold concrete! Riley: ALRIGHT! He’s gonna DDT Mak on the concrete! Stevens: Shades of their previous match, in which Williams was able to bust the Franchise open with a DDT on the concrete during a brutal assault on the outside that Mak was never able to fully recover from. Danny gets ready to kick his legs out, but Mak bursts forward, driving Willams’ back into the guardrail! Clank! With Danny stunned, the Franchise fearlessly bridge back on the concrete, slamming Williams into the floor! Riley: OUCH, THAT MUST HAVE HURT! Stevens: NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX ON THE CONCRETE! Mak rolls off of Williams, leaving him to agonize on the cold concrete. After over coming their shock, the fans began to chant, “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” The Franchise slides back into the ring, and waits on one knee for the arrival of the bruised Champion. Funyon: 15 minutes has passed, 45 minutes remain, Danny Williams is still up 1-0. It takes him a while, but Williams finally starts to stir, crawling on to the apron as Soapdish reaches a count of “Eight!” Mak leans down over the ropes, pulls Williams up, and wraps his arms around him in a Gut Wrench! “Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” strains Mak as he hoists Williams over the ropes, and brings him back into the ring with the Suplex! Boom! Mak returns to his feet with a kip up, and extends a finger to the heavens, sending the crowd into a panic of cheers. Stevens: Mak, looking to complete the Brotherly Love sequence with a FROG SPLASH! The fans arise as Mak marches out on to the ring and apron, and scales the turnbuckles. With the fans on their feet, Mak balances himself on the top rope, and with no regrets, free falls down at the Champion..... Stevens: FROG SPLASH! who rolls out of the way! THUMP! Mak splats face first on the mat, sending tremors throughout the arena! “Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!” Stevens: NO, DANNY MOVED! Riley: You’d have to be an idiot to get hit with the Brotherly Love sequence! Everybody knows that right after the Gutwrench, Mak is gonna go for the Frog Splash, it’s like B following A. Still too sore to get up, Williams lays on his back, cringing with each breath he takes. Mak begins to stir, painfully climbing to his feet. But Williams is already up, rushing behind Mak, and ambushing him with a surprise Sleeperhold! Stevens: Danny going for the SLEEEEEEEEPERHOLD! Riley: Smart thinking. Williams is obviously to sore at the moment to attempt a high impact move, so he’s chosen to wear the Franchise down while he giving himself some time to heal. Despite his weary legs trembling, Mak refuses to go down. Pissed at the challenger’s stubbornness, Williams starts twisting his head like a light bulb in hopes of increasing the effectiveness of the hold. Williams recklessly slings Mak back and forth with the Sleeper, giving the challenger the only opportunity for escape he needs! With great stealth and timing, Mak waits for Williams to jerk him to his side, he than casually links his hands around Williams’ waist, and suddenly bridges back! BOOM! The fans blow the damn roof off as Williams gets driving down hard on his back, breaking up the Sleeperhold! Stevens: BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK DROP! Feeling the effects of the Sleeper and exhausted from the Suplex, the Franchise lazily lays on his back, his stomach swelling in and out with heavy breaths. The Grimacing U.S. Champ on the other hand is rolling around on the mat in anguish, with his hands locked tightly around the back of his head. Showing their support, the fans start up the “LET’S GO, MAAAAAAK, LET’S GO!” chant again. Stevens: Williams got a little to cute with the Sleeper, allowing Mak to escape with a desperation Backdrop. Now it looks like it could be any man’s match! Riley: I don’t know, Mak still looks pretty messed up, but than again, so does Williams. His strength returning to him, Mak sits up and wipes some sleep out of his eyes. The fans stop chanting and start cheering. Moving in slow mode, ELM forces himself up to one knee, but the next thing he knows, Williams is behind him with yet another Sleeperhold! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! DANNY SUCKS! DANNY SUCKS! DANNY SUCKS!” Riley: WILLIAMS, WITH ANOTHER SLEEPERHOLD! Stevens: For the second straight time, Mak has escaped Williams’ clutches only to find himself right back where he started! With out a second to loose, Mak hauls ass to the ropes, walking there on his knees! The challenger secures his arms around the ropes, forcing Williams to release the hold to a riotous applause! Looking very disappointed, Williams takes a deep breath, and gives his still sore cranium a rub. Williams guides the drowsy challenger to a vertical base, pops him with a couple of elbows, and whips him off the ropes. Williams takes position in the center of the ring, catching Francis in a Sleeperhold as he passes! To the delight of the fans, Mak slips out of Danny’s arms, hooking him up in the Cobra Clutch! Stevens: MIILLION DOLLAR EXEMPTION! Mak starts to twist Williams from side to side, sending his free arm swaying into the air like a flag in a tornado! Fading fast, Williams clings on to the gift awareness, coming up with a quick plan of escape. Before his legs can become any heavier than they already have, Danny runs into the nearest corner, catwalks up to the second turnbuckle, and kicks off! The momentum knocks Mak on his back, while carrying Williams over on top of him in a pinning predict ament! Stevens: INCREDIBLE REVERSAL BY DANNY WILLIAMS! Riley: MAK’S SHOULDERS ARE DOWN, WE COULD BE LOOKING AT A PIN FALL! The fans cross their fingers as Soapdish starts the count. ONE! TWO! NO! Mak pushes Williams off, and sits up, only to get trapped in a Rear Sleeperhold! Stevens: MAK ESCAPED, BUT ONLY FIND TO HIMSELF IN A WORSE SCENARIO! The ropes not being to far away, Mak has no trouble in scooting his way to them before any real damage can be done! “Break!” commands Soapdish! Williams unwraps his arms from around the Franchise’s head, but Mak is slow to get up, allowing Danny to give him yet another nasty punt to the back! Smack! Moving with a purpose, Williams pulls Mak up, snapmares him off the ropes, and slaps on another Sleeperhold! Francis attempts to fight his way back to the ropes, but Williams drops back, and locks his legs around his torso! Stevens: DOUSHIME SLEEEEEEEEEEEEPER! “Boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!” Francis violently thrashes his legs about, doing everything in his power to fight out of Williams’ clutches! Pouring sweat and grunting like he’s trying to hold down a bear rather than a small junior weight, Williams desperately tries to keep Mak tied up in the center of the ring! The fans show their support by chanting.... “LET’S GO MAAAAAAK, LET’S GO!” clap! clap! clap!clap!clap! “LET’S GO MAAAAAK LET’S GO!” Fighting to stay awake, Mak summons all his remaining power to roll into the ropes! The fans clap as the pissed U.S. Champion is left with no choice but to release Francis from his clutches. In no condition to enjoy his new found freedom, Mak just lays on his side with his eyes half open. Riley: Where the hell is Mak getting this energy from? Stevens: I don’t know where he got it from, but it’s gone now. It looks like escaping that Sleeper took a lot out of the challenger which means it served it’s purpose. Acting fast, Williams rushes to his feet, and yanks the drowsy challenger up with a rear waistlock. Williams pulls Mak a few steps back from the ropes, and without warning, snaps back for the Suplex! Thump! Mak lands hard on his upperback with his legs folder over his head, held that way by a beautiful, arching, Danny Williams bridge! Stevens: GERMAN SUPLEX! GERMAN SUPLEX! Riley: HE GOT HIM! THIS MAY BE IT! The fans slide to the edge of their seats, as Soapdish starts the count! ONE! TWO! TWO1/2.... NO! Mak escapes the bridge with a kick out, sparking some cheers! Not giving the Franchise a second to recover, Williams frantically sits him up, and goes right back to Sleeper! The increasingly pissed fans begin to chant..... “DANNY SUCKS! DANNY SUCKS! DANNY SUCKS!” Stevens: The fans are not taking to kindly to Williams repeated use of the Sleeperhold. Riley: Fuck them! If it works, it works, give the guy a break. Looking to speed up the process, Williams snarls as he violently twists the Franchise’s head from side to side! His eye lids growing very heavy, Francis attempts to scoot his ass back to the ropes, but they seem so far away this time. Just inches from the ropes, Mak loses consciousness, and grows limps in Williams’ arms. Stevens: MAK IS OUT! MAK IS OUT! Williams releases Francis, letting him lifelessly sink to the mat, where the U.S. Champion swiftly hooks him up for the pin. Riley: HE’S GOT HIM COVERED! ONE! TWO! TWO1/2... TWO3/4.... NO! Mak shoots a shoulder up sending the hopeful fans into a frenzy. Williams sits up on his knees, wipes his nose, and lets out a disappointed sigh. Finally free, Francis goes rolls out of the ring in a blur! Stevens: MAK GOT A SHOULDER UP! Riley: How can this be, the Sleeper was enough to put Johnny Dangerous away? Stevens: Mak isn’t some experienced rookie that can be sedated so easily, Riley. The Franchise is here to prove once and fall he’s ready for the big time, and he’s not gonna let a Sleeperhold stand in his way! With a crazy look in his yes, Williams jogs backwards to the far side of the ring, watching his target closely. Mak wipes his morning eyes, and stiffly stands up like he’s just waking up. With the challenger in his sights, Williams takes off, sprinting across the ring as fast as his short, bulky legs can carry him! With no concern for his own body, The Champion dives head first over the second rope, driving an elbow into the side of Franchise’s head! CRACK! Mak blows back into the guardrail, and lifelessly sinks to the floor, while Danny safely lands on his feet! Stevens: ELBOW SUICIDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Showing no respect, Williams spit a honker at the front rolls fans, before violently jerking the woozy challenger to a vertical base. Danny tightly grabs hold of Mak’s wrist, and slings him into the corner guardrail with authority! CLANK! On his knees, his head hanging down, his arms slung over the guardrail, Mak helplessly awaits whatever horrible plans Williams has for him. The Champion climbs on to the apron, and runs along it with the balance of a cat! Upon reaching the edge, Williams takes flight, pounding Mak’s temple with another but equally hard Diving Elbow! CRACK! The front roll fans flinch upon hearing the unnerving sound of bone colliding with bone! Stevens: ELBOW SUICIDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Mak, a victim of two straight Elbow Suicidas! Holding his head like someone with a migraine, Francis slides down the guardrail into the seated position. All business, Danny drags Mak up by his hair and tights, and effortlessly sends him back into the ring. In complete control, Williams takes the stairs in route to the ring apron. Not wanting to risk an accident, Williams wipes his sweaty hands off on his tights, before beginning his journey to the top rope. Even though they hate him, the fans rise out of their seats in anticipation of the high spot that cometh. Riley: The Champion going up stairs! Stevens: He may be looking for his Diving Elbow. After taking two straight Elbow Suicidas, I doubt that Mak is any condition to take an even more lethal Diving Elbow from the top rope! Elegantly balancing himself on the top rope, Danny looks down upon his adversary like a vulture waiting for the most opportunistic moment to strike. His eyes not even half open, Francis blindly staggers to his feet, goofily swinging punches at nothing. Finally his moment comes, Mak swings around to Williams’ direction, just in time to see him sweeping down at him like sometime of bird of prey! CRACK! Williams crashes lands on the mat, but not before he can slam a stiff ass elbow into the Franchise’s already softened temple! Stevens: DIVING ELBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW! Riley: That was a particularly nasty one too! Looking more like a drunk than a challenger to the U.S. title, Mak motionlessly lays on his side like a bum in a gutter. Williams also isn’t an ideal shape, rubbing his brittle ribs which he just happened to land on. Danny takes a few seconds to suck up the pain, before crawling over on top of Mak for the pin! ONE! TWO! TWO1/2.... NO! Francis kicks out with probably the most minium force one can kick out of a pin with! Riley: Mak able to avoid the pin, but he’s still in the danger zone. Stevens: The danger zone, what the hell? Have you been watching Top Gun, again, I know how much you love the Volley Ball scene. Riley: Shut up, Top Gun rules! Williams doesn’t sweat it, well actually he is, considering he’s dripping with perspiration. Exhausted from stringing together three straight high flying attacks, Williams lays on the mat for a few moments in order to catch his breath. Stevens: Williams is tired, these two have been battling hard for almost 30 minutes now! It’s hard to believe that this thing isn’t even half over yet. Riley: Danny is no stranger to this type of match before, he’s been some in some grueling epics. Actually I think the sick son of a bitch likes these types of matches. Stevens: Yeah, back in the SJL he’s been in a couple of 40+ minute matches with Sydney Sky and Frost. But believe me, they weren’t going as hard and fast as they are here. This is almost in comprehensible, your looking at probably two of the greatest living athletes IN THE WORLD, TODAY! Feeling rejuvenated, Danny climbs back to his feet with the confidence that only a champion can have. Funyon: There is now thirty minutes remaining in the match up. The score is still Williams: 1 and Francis: 0. Williams looks to the fans, raises his arm, and extends two fingers towards the heavens. The fans respond by lowering their thumbs, while shouting taunts. Riley: Williams letting these idiots know, that the score is about to change. You know I’m surprised that these drunken soccer hooligans can even count that high. Stevens: Come now, Riley. Were in England not Scotland. Riley: Same difference. Williams controls Mak up just enough, so that he can position him in a standing head scissors. One at a time, Danny locks his hands around Mak’s waist. Riley: Ah, it looks like a Powerbomb is on the menu, tonight. Like any professional weight lifter, Williams takes a couple of deep breaths in preparation for the lift. While Williams goes through his breathing ritual, Mak drops to one knee. Sensing that Mak needs their support to get out of this mess, the crowd starts to heat up. Stevens: Maybe not, Riley. Mak is sand bagging like it’s World War I. Pissed that his breathing ritual has been interrupted by Mak’s stubbornness, Williams exclaims, “Ah Dammit!” Williams grabs two handfuls of tights, and pulls Franchise back up on his feet. Williams re-tucks his hand underneath Francis’ belly, and resumes his breathing ritual. The crowd beings to frantically chant.... “FRAN-CHISE! FRAN-CHISE! FRAN-CHISE!” Williams steps back, un-scissoring Mak’s head, however he keeps it held down with a handful full of hair, forcing the challenger to remain doubled over. Williams fires off a couple of dickish knees into Mak’s face, and promptly re-scissors his head! In an instant, Williams squats low to the mat for extra leverage, and lifts! Riley: HE’S GOT HIM UP! Just as Williams is about to turn Mak over so he can hoist him on his shoulders, his fingers break apart, allowing Francis to land on his feet in front of him! In the blink of an eye, Mak slams a stiff boot into the surprised Champion’s face with a flexible High Kick to a hopeful pop from the crowd! Crack! Williams staggers back into the ropes, only to bounce back with a grisly Jumping High Kick! CRACK! The big white boot of Danny Williams’ goes straight into Mak’s forehead! Riley: DYNAMIC KICK! DYNAMIC KICK! THE MOST DYNAMIC MOVE IN WRESTLING TODAY! His eyes rolling up, his head slumped back on his shoulders, Mak wobbles around like a Mortal Kombat character waiting to be finished! And finish him he does, Williams tucks the Franchise’s head down between his thighs, locks his hands around his gut, and lifts him up! Williams starts to double over, even before he get’s Francis on his shoulders, slamming him to the mat in thunderous fashion! KA-BOOM! Keeping his hands hooked around Mak’s thighs, Williams folds him in half, and slides down his legs for the pin! Stevens: POWERBOMB! POWERBOMB! POWERBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMB!!!!! The fans watch on in horror as Soapdish starts the count! ONE! TWO! TWO1/2.... TWO3/4.... THREE! NO! The fans go crazy as Mak rolls out from underneath Williams in nick of tiem! Stevens: MAK KICKED OUT! Riley: NO WAY! NO FUCKING WAY! Crawling on his forearms, the delirious challenger makes his way underneath the ropes to the outside, before losing consciousness! Stevens: Mak, wisely bailing in order to buy himself some time to recuperate from that indescribable Powerbomb! Last time he stuck around after taking the Powerbomb, Williams ended up suplexing him on his head for the big three, capturing the U.S. title that he still holds today. Riley: And the way things are going, he’s gonna have it tomorrow too. Williams questions Soapdish’s decision, but the young official stands by his call. Realizing that he isn’t going to get the pinfall, Williams rests on his knee for a few seconds before going out after Mak! Finding the challenger on his back, Williams struggles to get him up with a front facelock, managing to roll him back into the ring. Danny hurries back inside, and pulls Mak’s body away from the ropes by it’s arms. Knowing exactly what he wants to do, Williams guides Francis up just enough so that he can trap him in a standing head scissors. The fans gasp as the Champion pulls Mak up by his tights, into position for another Powerbomb! Riley: HE’S GOING FOR IT AGAIN! Stevens: I DON’T THINK MAK CAN TAKE ANOTHER POWERBOMB! Sweat rapidly dripping off him like the water on the roof of a cave, Williams squats so low to the mat that he’s practically sitting down. With big veins bulging out of his neck like their going to bust, Williams springs up, bringing Mak up with him! Danny quickly and deeply snaps forward, bringing Francis down so hard that the back of his head bounces off the mat! KA-BOOOOOOOOOOOOM! Stevens: POWERBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMB!!!!! Riley: THIS IS IT, WILLIAMS IS GOING UP 2 TO 0! Williams folds Francis up, and this time actually sits down on the back of his thighs, reaches between his legs, palming the challenger’s face to hold him down! ONE! TWO! TWO1/2.... TWO3/4..... THREE! NO! The fans blow the roof off the building as Francis somehow rolls out from underneath the Champion’s clutches! Soapdish raises two fingers high into the air, while the fans dance around in the aisles, pumping their arms into the air! Stevens: UNPRECEDENTED FIGHTING SPIRIT! MAK HAS KICKED OUT OF NOT ONLY ONE, BUT TWO POWERBOMBS IN A ROLL! Riley: THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING! Francis has got to be hyped up on something, PCP, crack, I don’t know! BUT THIS IS FUCKING CRAZY! Stevens: MAK FRANCIS IS REFUSING TO GO DOWN 2-0! HE CAME HERE TO WIN THE TITLE, AND HE’S GONNA FIGHT WILLIAMS TO HIS LAST BREATH! Williams drops back, with his face buried in his hands, unable to comprehend why Mak won’t stay down. Unable to crawl, Mak just kind of sluggishly rolls out on to the apron, remaining there on his back with his eyes closed. All of a sudden the chant picks up again.... “FRAN-CHISE!” BOOM! BOOM! “FRAN-CHISE!” BOOM! BOOM! Panting with his tongue hanging out like a hot dog in the summer, Williams crawls over to a corner, and rests his head on to the second turnbuckle, giving him the appearance of somebody deep in prayer. Stevens: Williams, looks like he’s asking God himself for a way to keep Mak down for the three! Looking enlightened, Williams stands up, and makes his way over to the challenger. Slimy snot is now oozing out of Danny’s nose and running to the mat like ectoplasm, forcing him stop and take the time to wipe his nostrils a few times, before going on. Williams leans over the ropes, pulls Mak up by his hair, and brings him into the ring with a Snapmare! Mak lands hard on his ass, sitting up with a blank expression on his face, looking more stoned than some of the British heroin addicts in attendance. The Champion grabs a handful of Mak’s head, and leads him into the middle of the ring, like a pissed parent dragging their child away from the toy store. Meanwhile, the fans keep stomping and chanting away.... BOOM! BOOM! “FRAN-CHISE!” BOOM! BOOM! Williams stuffs Francis down in a stand head scissors, and wearily wraps his arms around his stomach. Not looking to happy about it, Williams once again begins his strenuous task. Stevens: WILLIAMS, GOING FOR YET ANOTHER POWERBOMB! Riley: Well, third times a charm. His arms and legs violently trembling, a purple faced Danny Williams strains his heart out, in hopes of taking a commanding lead! “FRAN-CHISE!” BOOM! BOOM! “FRAN-CHISE!” Like the previous two attempts, Williams lowers his knees down to the mat, and pulls! “DAH!” cries Williams as the lift is brought to an abrupt halt by the weakness of his own arms! Williams starts huffing and puffing like he’s trying to blow down a little pig’s house, summoning all the power in his own body for one final lift. Riley: Damn, Williams looks blown up. Stevens: He’s killing himself, plain and simple. He’s got the lead, he should just sit back, and wait for the clock to run out. Despite his arms feeling they are going to fall off, Danny clinches his teeth, bends his knees, and lifts! “HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” screams Williams, as he lifts Mak off the mat.... Riley: HERE WE GO! but Mak’s violently starts kicking his legs, shifting his weight forward, forcing the drained Champion to sit him back on the mat. The expression on his face growing more bleak by the second, Williams lays his head on Francis’ back, trying in vain to keep him in the Powerbomb set up. BOOM! BOOM! “FRAN-CHISE!” BOOM! BOOM! Taking advantage of Williams’ weakness, Francis desperately side steps his way to the ropes, getting a leg over the bottom one. The hoarse fans finally quit chanting, opting instead to give a big ovation. Stevens: And it looks like fatigue is finally setting in on the United States Champion. Even though he isn’t in the best of situations, Mak has dodged a major bullet. Riley: He didn’t dodge it, he took that sonuvabitch straight in the chest! Stevens: Your right, Riley. Mak didn’t dodge nothing, he simply survived. “Break!” orders Soapdish. Williams shakes his head as if he’s trying to wake himself up from some bad dream, refusing to release Mak. “I said, Break, Danny!” warns Soapdish in a harsher tone. Danny doesn’t listen, as if he’s in his own world, where Mak hasn’t made the ropes. “Let him go Danny, or I’ll D.Q. your ass!” threatens the official in a intimidating voice. Looking gloomy, Williams finally accepts what’s happened, and releases The Franchise! However he isn’t ready to lay down and die just yet, more determined than ever, Williams drags Mak off the ropes by his tights, pulling him to the hellmouth that is the center of the ring. Williams ducks his head down under Francis’ arm pit, and links his hands around his waist! Stevens: Williams going for........THE DANGEROUS BACKDROP! Riley: This is what put Mak down in their last match! The fans cry out in terror, as Williams lifts Mak into the air and bridges back.... Stevens: DANGEROUS BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACKDROP! but Danny can’t get him up the all way as he falls backwards, allowing Francis to shift his weight, and land on top of Williams with a lateral press! Soapdish drops down for the count, but before he can start it, Williams forcefully shoves Mak off, sending him rolling towards the ropes like a body tumbling down hill! Stevens: NO! HE COULDN’T GET HIM UP! Riley: Man, Williams is spent. Stevens: Williams saw an opportunity to take a commanding 2 to 0 lead, he gambled, and it didn’t pay off. Now he’s left exhausted and broken down, the score is still 1 to 0, and we’ve still got a lot of time on the clock. Riley: True, but Mak isn’t exactly a spring chicken either. I mean this guy, has just gotten the living hell Powerbombed out of him. Danny’s got a way better chance of coming back than him. Looking like some one who’s just gone 12 round with Frost, Mak wearily begins feeling for the ropes with quivering hands. Williams sits up, swipes some more dangling snot off his nose, and climbs to his feet with a sigh. The fans have slightly cooled down, finding their seats once again. Unable to even keep his head straight, Mak clings to the top rope with a single hand, trying to find the power to stand up. But he doesn’t have to, because Williams is there to help him the rest of the way up. The Champion whips Mak off the ropes, but the challenger hangs on, and pulls Danny into a front waistlock! The Franchise bends his knees low to the mat, and launches Williams into the air like a space ship! BOOM! Pop goes the fans as Williams crash lands hard on his back, bouncing across the mat like a stone skipping along a pond! Stevens: WHAT A THROW! Riley: I didn’t think Mak had it in him! Williams is up in a flash, but his knees cave in, sending him back to the mat from whence he came! Realizing he’s too out of it to go on, the champ instinctively rolls out of the ring to the safety of the floor. Riley: Oh man, Danny is hurt! Stevens: I’m not surprised. Even though he’s just taking one hell of a beating, I don’t think anybody executes a better Railgun Suplex, than Mak Francis. Riley: Well, except for maybe one guy. Stevens: Let me guess.......Tom Flesher? Riley: Damn straight! Francis remains on his back, drifting in and out of consciousness. Knowing that if he can get up, Williams is as good as finished, the fans begin an encouraging chant... “LET’S GO MAAAAAAAK! LET’S GO!” clap! clap! clap!clap!clap! In almost the exact same fashion, Williams also lays on the floor, his eyes glazing over as Soapdish starts to count him out. Needless to say, there is no chant to encourage him. “One!” “Two!” “Three!” Despite everything sounding like it’s underwater, Williams manages to hear the count, forcing himself to sit up. “Four!” “Five!” Francis rolls to the ropes, and once more tries to use them to pull himself up. It takes him a few attempts, but this time he gets up on his own. The fans cease to chant and start too madly cheer. “Six!” “Seven!” Helplessly moving in slow mode, Williams crawls his way up on the apron, where he just lays. His body glistering with sweat, Francis staggers his way over to Williams, leans over the ropes, and pulls him up.... Crack! Williams surprises Mak with a weaker than usual but still brutal Elbow Smash! Mak takes a few steps back, shaking his head, but comes right back for more. And more he gets, Williams pulls back hard on the ropes, using them to sling shot himself forward, driving a lethal elbow into the jaw of the dazed challenger! CRACK! Francis flies back to the mat, where he causelessly crawls around without a clue as to what he’s doing. Stevens: Dear god what a shot! Riley: Talk about using the environment to your advantage. Stevens: Indeed, smart thinking by the Champion. At the moment, Danny’s elbows don’t have the same knockout power that they normally do, so he just used the ropes to make up for it. Using the ropes for support, Williams hobbles along the apron, until he reaches the ring post. Moving rather gingerly, Williams scales the turnbuckles, making his way to the top rope. Williams looks down at his target, but to his surprise, it’s up and moving. Mak aimlessly wobbles around, and than flings his arms over the top rope! The men in the audience let out a collective “oooooooooooooooh” as Williams loses his balance, and crouches himself! His eyes lit up with pain, Williams sits frozen on the top turnbuckle with his mouth hanging open like he wants to scream but just can’t! Stevens: That will put you in the Soprano section! Riley: Dammit, now that was initial! Stevens: Doubtful, Riley. I think Mak could legally be declared dead at this point, in other words, he’s not really in any condition to intentionally score with a low blow while making it look like an accident. Riley: It’s not exactly rocket science, Stevens. He just threw himself on the damn ropes! Seeing Danny’s shadow hanging over him, Mak looks up to find the frozen champion perched on the top turnbuckle. Francis slowly makes his way to the corner, making sure to give Williams a couple chops, before climbing up with him! Smack! Smack! Smack! The fans rise out of their seats in ah as Francis bravely goes all the way up to the top rope, and pulls Williams up with him by his tights! Careful to maintain his balance, Mak hooks his arms around Williams with a Gutwrench to the amazement of the fans! Riley: What the hell is he up too? Stevens: YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! Mak takes a couple deep breaths as if he’s summoning all his courage for the strength to pull off the risky move he’s about to take. “Aaaaaaaaaaah!” screams Mak as he lifts Williams upside down, and drops straight back like he’s the one nicknamed “Deathwish”! KA-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! Mak breaks Williams’ thick body in half with a Super Gut-wrench Suplex, that threatens to shake the ring apart! Stevens: OH MY GOD, WILLIAMS IS DEAD! Riley: HOLY SHIT, YOU DON’T SEE THOSE TOO OFTEN! Both men lay motionlessly on their backs, while Soapdish turns away in horror. With their arms in the air, the fans start jumping up and down, screaming their heads off! Trembling with pain, Mak gradually rolls over, laying an arm across Williams’ chest! Soapdish puts his horror aside, hits the deck, and starts the count! The fans shout along..... Stevens: THIS IS IT, FRANCIS HAS TIED THIS THING UP! “ONE!” “TWO!” “THREE!” NO! Williams shoots a shoulder up to the disappoint of the fans! Stevens: SO CLOSE! Riley: The United States Champion, refusing to stay down, even after taking such a hellaish suplex! To tired and hurt to be disappointed, Mak only has one thing on his mind. Francis crawls out on to the ring apron, and painfully pulls himself up with the ring post! Still on their feet, the hot crowd goes ape shit as Mak ascends the turnbuckles! Stevens: THE FRANCHISE PREPARING TO FLY! Riley: I hope your in the mood for some Brotherly Love, Stevens! Stevens: huh? Francis nervously balances himself on the top rope, pausing as if he has second thoughts. Mak takes a deep breath, says a prayer to himself, and without thinking twice, bravely takes the plunge! Camera flashes go off like strobe lights as the Franchise changes direction in mid air, and crushes Williams with a Frog Splash! Stevens: HE HIT! HE HIT! FROG SPLASH! FROG SPLASH! Once again, the fans count along at the top of their lungs! “ONE!” “TWO!” “THREE!” NO! Williams some how wiggles a shoulder up to the shock of the fans! Stevens: COUNT OF TWO, ONLY! Riley: DANNY, DIGGING DEEPER THAN EVER BEFORE! And look at Francis, he can’t believe it! With a heart broken expression on his face, Mak rolls off Williams, and sits up on knee. Sweat is literally pouring of Francis now, while he ponders his next move. Looking completely out of it, Williams stands up, but flops right back down on his BUTT! The Franchise takes a deep breath, walks up behind Williams, and pulls him up into a rear waistlock to the delight of the fans! Stevens: HE’S GOING FOR A GERMAN! before Mak can bridge back, Williams lunges for the ropes, securing his arms around them! Riley: NO, WILLIAMS MADE THE ROPES! Grunting and straining, Francis tries to drag Williams off the ropes, but he’s got a death grip! Crying out in frustration, Mak releases Williams, spins him around, and pounds his chest with a couple of Closed Fist Chops. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
King Cucaracha 0 Report post Posted June 6, 2004 Smack! Smack! Francis takes hold of the dazed Champion’s wrist, and shoots him off the ropes, but Williams hangs on, pulling Mak into a lethal Short-arm Back Elbow! Crack! It nails the Franchise right in the temple, knocking him through the second rope, and out on to the apron. In no condition to take control of the match, Williams drops to his knees, and flops face down on the mat. Riley: Wow, he rocked Mak with that one! Stevens: Danny, looking to mount a comeback, with the most reliable weapon in his arsenal, his elbows. His head throbbing, Francis climbs back into the ring, and struggles to get Williams back up on his feet so he can return the favor! Mak guides the weary Champion up, only to get absolutely decimated with a Back Elbow Smash out of nowhere! CRACK! Mak crumbles to the mat, holding his aching head and screaming. The once hot crowd cools down a little, sitting back down. Riley: MAK IS DOWN! Stevens: He has taking countless elbows throughout the duration of this match, and it looks like it’s catching up with him! Williams lays on the mat for a few seconds, breathing heavy, before attempting to stand up. Not wanting to fall on his ass again, Williams rolls to the ropes, and uses them to steady himself as he gets up. By this time, Francis is also making his way back to his feet. Knowing he has to keep the challenger back down at all costs, Williams launches himself off the ropes, blasting Francis as he gets up with a vicious Running Elbow! CRACK! It connects right with Francis temple, who sinks to the mat like a deflated balloon, but he’s not alone, Williams also goes down with the momentum. Stevens: RUNNING ELBOOOOOOOOOOOW, AND THE CHALLENGER IS DOWN! Williams lays on his back once again, summoning all his remaining power for one final run. Stevens: Francis is letting this thing slip away, it’s hard to believe that Williams was just inches from being pinned a few short moments ago. Riley: It appears as if Williams is doing just enough to keep Francis down, so he can charge up and make a more serious offensive move. Stevens: Besides what’s the rush, time is on the Champion’s side. He cannot allow himself to get burned out again, because I honestly don’t see him coming back a second time. Feeling a little revived after his brief rest, Williams climbs back to his feet, and takes a seat on the second turnbuckle of the nearest corner. Williams wipes some sweat out of his tired eyes, patiently waiting for Francis to find his way to his feet. Stevens: Danny has found his second wind, and it looks like he’s sizing Francis up for something. Suffering from a killer migraine, Mak blindly staggers to his feet just as Williams anticipated. Taking big, wide, steps, Williams spins out of the corner, and hammers Mak with a skull shattering Rolling Elbow! CRACK! A sweat cloud flies into the air as Francis spirals to the mat! Stevens: ROLLING ELBOW! ROLLING ELBOW! ROLLING ELBOOOOOOOOOOOOW!!!! Riley: FRANCIS IS OUT! FRANCIS IS OUT! Williams drops down on top of Mak, and hooks a leg for the pin! ONE! TWO! TWO1/2.... TWO3/4..... NO! Francis gets a shoulder up, just seconds before Soapdish can bring his hand down a third and decisive time! The arena rattles with the stomps of a thousand feet, hoping that Mak can some how find a way to overcome the odds. Stevens: MAK IS NOT GIVING UP, HE STILL HAS SOME FIGHT LEFT IN HIM! Riley: I got to give credit where credit is do.........................that Danny Williams is one bad ass mother fucker. Stevens: Riley! Riley: It’s cool, it’s cool, where on Pay Per View. His hands rested on his hips, Williams sits up on his knees and lets out an exhausted sigh. The Champion takes position behind Mak, and pulls him up by his tights! The fans gasp in horror as Williams links his hands around Mak’s stomach, and tosses him over head without hesitation! Thump! Mak lands hard on the back of skull, the momentum carrying his legs all the way over his head! The fans still give a pop, because, well it’s a head drop. Stevens: GERMAN SUPLEX! DANGEROUS GERMAN SUPLEX! Riley: Not only has Williams scored the first point of the match, he has scored the first head drop as well! Williams is slow to get up from the comfort of the mat, but he knows he has to keep the heat on the challenger. The Champion crawls over to Mak, pushes the Franchise’s legs back to their natural position, places his hands underneath Mak’s head, and sits his corpse up. Williams ducks his head down under Mak’s arm, and lifts him upright. Knowing what’s in store for the challenger, the crowd gets their camera’s ready in hopes of capturing the grisly move on film. Riley: Williams, position Mak for what can only be the DANGEROUS BACKDROP! Stevens: That is if he can hit it this time. Williams tightly links his hands around his semi-conscious adversary, and archs back at a sickening high angle, driving Mak’s skull into the mat! Thump! Francis lands with both his legs pointed straight up towards the sky, and for a brief moment he’s completely vertical until gravity kicks in, causing him to fall down on his back! Stevens: DANGEROUS BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACKDROP!!!!!!! Riley: IF THAT DOESN’T KEEP MAK DOWN, NOTHING WILL! Williams rolls over on top of the Mak’s lifeless body, and holds him down with a Greco Roman Knuckle Lock! ONE! TWO! TWO1/2.... TWO3/4.... THREE! NO! Francis kicks out to the shock of everyone in the building! Williams rolls over on his back, with his face buried in his hands. Francis takes the opportunity to very, very, very, slowly roll out on to the apron, while the crowd goes crazy! Stevens: HE KICKED OUT! HE KICKED OUT! MAK FRANCIS HAS KICKED OUT OF THE DANGEROUS BACKDROP! Riley: BUT IT WORKED BEFORE, HOW THE HELL IS THIS POSSIBLE! Stevens: I HAVE NEVER SEEN ANYBODY SO DRIVEN, SO DETERMINED, AS THAT MAN IN THE RING! HE IS ON A WHOLE NEW LEVEL, TONIGHT! Riley: I don’t think anybody has ever kicked out of Danny’s Dangerous Backdrop before! Stevens: Actually, Renegade kicked out of it at Genesis last year. Riley: Really, what happened? Stevens: Danny got his ass handed to him like never before. Riley: Oh shit. Williams over comes his shock, and slowly climbs back to his feet. Drenched in sweat and looking half dead, Williams staggers out on to the apron with Francis’ body. Williams stiffly bends down to pick Francis up, but to his annoyance, he rolls back into the ring, not stopping until he goes out the other side, free falling all the way down to the floor. The crowd considerably quiets down. Stevens: Mak using some rather clever stalling tactics to give himself some time to recover from that sickening Head Drop. Riley: For god sake, Danny! The man is dead, all he can do is roll around, just get his ass back in the ring, and finish him! Williams throws up his arms in disgust, climbs back into the ring, and stalks after the Franchise. The Champion drops down to the floor, finding Mak laying in a lifeless heap on the protective padding. It takes him a couple of tries, but Williams eventually gets the limp challenger back in the ring. Feeling he has things back in control, Danny takes his time in sliding back into the ring, but to his surprise Mak has already rolled back out of it! Frustrated, Williams slams his fist into the match and mumbles inaudible profanities. Stevens: Easier said than done, Riley. Mak is avoiding the ring like the plague, because like the plague, the ring is inevitable death. Riley: Well, shit! Just let him get counted out than. A point is a point, after all. Stevens: But that’s just what Mak wants, he wants Williams to give him as much time as possible to recover, before he has to reenter the ring. Danny has to stay on him, and strike now why he’s got him hurt. Danny slides right back out of the ring, stomping his way over to the Franchise. Williams hooks his hands underneath Mak’s chin, and pulls him to his feet! Crack! Mak nails Williams with a hard right hook to the jaw! Stunned but only momentarily, Williams comes back with a mean spirited elbow! CRACK! Mak is stunned and stays that way, allowing Williams to grab his hair and toss him back into the ring! Williams pops his jaw a couple of times, before sliding back in. Danny jerks the Franchise up by his arm, wraps it around his head, and grabs a waistlock! Stevens: HE’S GOING FOR ANOTHER DANGEROUS BACKDROP! Riley: TWO DANGEROUS BACKDROPS! That’s a good way to give a guy brain damage, but Mak brought this on himself. With his free hand, Francis reaches outward for the ropes, however they are further away than they appear in his distorted line of sight. With no trouble at all, Williams pulls the Franchise back to the center of the ring, and lifts him up, causing the fans to have a heart attack! Williams gets Mak on his shoulder, when suddenly, the Franchise’s outside arm swings around, jamming a hard thumb directly into Danny’s wide open eye! “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” screams Danny, dropping Francis, so he can rub at his burning eye. Riley: HE POKED HIM IN THE EYE, WHAT A DICK! Stevens: So you disapprove? Riley: Hell no, if you can’t win fair, fight dirty, that’s my motto. You should also fight dirty even if you can beat the other guy fair, it makes winning a lot easier. The crowd gives a mixed reaction, as Soapdish pulls Williams’ hands away so he can check out his eye, which is gushing water like a river. Funyon: Fifteen minutes! There are fifteen minutes remaining in the match! Taking full advantage of the situation he’s created, Mak pitifully crawls his way to a corner, where he starts pulling himself up. Spotting this out of his good eye, Danny pushes Soapdish out of the way, and rushes Mak as gets up... CRACK! Williams slams a grisly Running Reverse Elbow into the Franchise’s temple! Mak slumps back in the corner, his eyes vacant, looking at nothing. Keeping one eye tightly shut, Williams walks back to the cross corner, where he collapses on his knees from exhaustion. Stevens: Damn, Damn, Damn! How many shots to the head can the Franchise take? Just watching this is making my head hurt. Soapdish snaps his fingers in front of Mak’s face while asking him if he can go on, the Franchise responds by blankly looking at the official like he’s speaking a foreign language. His eye finally open, Williams stands up in his corner, and hacks up a honker which he spits out of the ring. Suddenly, Soapdish dives out of the way, as Williams sprints across the ring, and crashes into Mak with another Back Elbow Smash! CRACK! Francis slides all the way down in the corner, ending up on his ass. Looking like he’s just hopped in a swimming pool with his clothes on, the sweat soaked Champion makes his way back to the cross corner. Danny turns to face, Mak, and starts waving for him to “get up!” Stevens: It looks like Danny has finally decided to put his ego aside, give up on his hopes of a second pinfall, and just due enough to keep the Franchise down for the next ten to fifteen minutes. Almost instinctively, Mak begins weakly pulling himself up with the ropes, but his hands slip and he ends up right back on his ass. Determined to go on, Mak just starts over while the once quiet crowd starts to cheer him on...... “Let’s go Maaaaaak, Let’s go!” clap! clap! clap!clap!clap! “Let’s go Maaaaak, Let’s go!” Once the challenger is up right, Williams predictably speeds out of his corner for another big Reverse Elbow.... CRACK! running right into the extended boot for the Franchise, that connects stiffly with the Champion’s ear! Stevens: HIGH KICK, MAK GOT HIS BOOT HIS UP! Pushing his head down into his shoulder like he’s got water in his ear, Williams turns his back, and staggers back to the center of the ring! However in a matter of seconds, Williams surprisingly spins around, and comes charging back at the challenger only to find that the Franchise is steam rolling towards him as well! The fans rise out of their seats as the two play a human game of chicken, threatening to crash together in a head on collision! CRACK! Mak extends his leg at the last possible second, knocking Williams out of his boots with a super stiff Running High Kick! Unable to contain themselves any longer, the fans jump out of their seats with their arms held high over their heads! Stevens: YAKUZA KICK! YAKUZA KICK! YAKUUUUUUUUUUUUUUZA KICK! The Franchise runs right into the ropes, throwing his arms over them in a desperate attempt to stay on his feet. Williams rolls over on his stomach, and with raised eyebrows, nervously turns his head from side to side like he doesn’t know where he is, or how he got there! A thick stream of dark, almost black, blood starts to run out of the Champion’s ear, slowly making it’s way down his neck. Riley: THE CHAMPION DOESN’T KNOW WHERE HE IS! Stevens: AND THERE’S STILL PLENTY OF TIME OF ON THE CLOCK! CAN MAK FOLLOW UP ON THE YAKUZA KICK, AND STRING TOGETHER AN OFFENSE THAT CAN KEEP DANNY DOWN FOR THE THREE! Mak steadies himself with the ropes, brings one hand to the side of his head like he’s trying to hold down swelling, and with the other hand, motions for Williams to get up. The fans cheer with anticipation as Williams almost mechanically pushes his way to his feet, clueless to the grisly plan that Mak has in store for him! Now that Danny is up, the Franchise explodes off the ropes at him...... Mak steadies himself with the ropes, brings one hand to the side of his head like he’s trying to hold down swelling, and with the other hand, motions for Williams to get up. The fans cheer with anticipation as Williams almost mechanically pushes his way to his feet, clueless to the grisly plan that Mak has in store for him! Now that Danny is up, the Franchise explodes off the ropes at him...... CRACK! murdering Williams with a second Yakuza Kick! Mak’s boot his Williams right under the chin, knocking him flat on his back in a cloud of sweat! Stevens: YAKUZA KICK! THE CHAMPION IS DOWN! THE CHAMPION IS DOOOOOOOOOOOOWN! Mak staggers a few steps off balance, and once again, collapses into the ropes. Williams is out on his back, his mouth hanging open, and his eyes shut like he’s asleep. His forehead wrinkled from his migraine, Mak winces a few times, and staggers over to Williams. Funyon: Five minutes! There is now five minutes remaining in the contest! The fans are now giving a constant pop as Mak squats down, and props Williams’ corpse up. Stevens: CAN THE FRANCHISE BEAT THE CLOCK! Riley: HE BETTER BE WORRYING ABOUT BEATING DANNY FIRST! Moving at a somewhat quicker pace, the Franchise strains to get Williams upright with a rear waistlock! Stevens: HE’S GOING FOR A GERMAN! His senses returning to him, Williams dives for the ropes like his life depends on it! Riley: NO! THE CHAMPION MADE THE ROPES! Finding energy from no telling where, The Franchise violently rips Williams off the ropes by his tights, and once again sets him up for the German Suplex! Williams starts helplessly swinging wild elbows behind his head, but they are slow and weak, having no effect on the challenger. Stevens: DANNY’S ELBOWS, HIS MOST RELIABLE WEAPONS, ARE NO LONGER ENOUGH TO SAVE HIM! Mak bends his knees, and with deceptive power, lifts Williams straight up, and throws him back! THUMP! Williams lands hard on his upper back, but Mak isn’t done yet, he keeps his hands tightly locked around his stomach, rolls him over, and drags him back to his feet! Riley: HE’S GOING FOR ANOTHER! Stevens: ROLLING GERMANS COMING UP! Wobbly and barely conscious, Williams reaches out for the ropes with weary zombie like hands, but that’s all he does. Francis takes a couple of deep breaths, closes his eyes to prevent sweat from dripping in them, and with a mighty heave tosses Williams’ back! THUMP! And just like that Williams goes from a zombie to a corpse! Riley: HE’S KILLING THE HELL OUT OF THE CHAMPION! Once again, Mak rolls Williams over, and attempts to get him back on his feet! Funyon: Three minutes are left in the match! Three minutes are left in the match! Every muscle in Mak’s upper body becomes visible as he powers Danny’s limp body up in position for another German! Williams is dead, his arms are lifelessly dangling to his sides, and his head is hanging down towards the mat, but Mak somehow gets him upright. The fans “Ah” as Mak brings his arms up, clamping them around Danny’s neck in a full nelson! No sooner than he locks it on, Mak releases one of Danny’s arms so that he can clutch the wrist of the still secured left arm, pulling it around William’s throat in a Cobra Clutch! Stevens: WHAT’S THIS? Francis pauses for a second, letting everyone in the building get a picture, before he snaps back! THUMP! Williams comes dangerously close to landing right on the top of his head, unfortunately, he still lands on the upper back of it! Danny’s neck makes a sick pop as the rest of his body folds overhead, leaving him face down on the mat! Riley: OH SWEET JESUS, WILLIAMS IS DEAD! Stevens: MILLION DOLLAR PLEX! MILLION DOLLAR PLEX! CAN THE FRANCHISE MAKE THE COVER! The building shakes with the rumble of the fans, as the exhausted challenger, crawls over to Williams, rolls him over, and just lays on top of him for the pin. Stevens: HE’S GOT HIM! HE’S GOT HIM! The pumped fans, who are still standing, scream along with Soapdish’s count! “ONE!” “TWO!” “THREE!” NO! Williams somehow wiggles a shoulder up! The fans let out a disappointed sigh as Soapdish raises to two fingers in the air! Stevens: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH, SO CLOSE! MAK WAS JUST INCHES FROM TYING UP THE MATCH! Riley: DANNY WILLIAMS IS NOT HUMAN! No time to argue with the official, Mak quickly rolls Williams back over on his stomach, and slaps on a front facelock. The fans quietly watch on as The Franchise drapes Danny’s arm over his shoulder, and stands up! Mak encounters great difficulty in getting the rubber legged Champion up, but with the aid of his tights he manages to get him on his feet. Realizing what’s coming up, the fans combust into the biggest pop of the night! Francis reaches down to cradle Williams’ leg, but the Champion drops to one knee in a final act of desperation! Funyon: ONE MINUTE! THERE IS ONE MINUTE REMAINING IN THE MATCH! Keeping his cool, but not losing his determination, Mak just reaches down, hooks his hand behind Williams’ knee, and pulls him back up to a vertical base! There is no catch phrase this time or emotional scream, Mak just lifts Williams straight up towards the horizon! Camera lights silhouette the Franchise as he jumps back, planting the Champion’s skull into the mat at a perfect 90 degree angle! THUMP! Williams bounces off his skull like a basketball, and lifelessly lands on his back! Stevens: FRANCHISE TAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAG!!!!!! The Franchise scrambles over on top of Danny’s carcass as quickly as he can, and hooks a limp leg for the pin. The sore throated fans, screech along... “ONE!” “TWO!” “THREE!” Soapdish calls for the bell that is barely audible over the deafening cries of the fans! Funyon: Ladies and Gentlemen at 59 minutes and 15 seconds, Mac Francis has scored a pinfall over Danny Williams. The score is now tied at one a piece! Feeling re-energized by the emotional high, Mak jumps to his feet, and eagerly takes position in his corner. Soapdish checks Williams’ pulse, finding that he is still alive, he produces some smelly sauce and runs underneath his nose. One whiff, and Danny is awake. Stevens: MAK FRANCIS HAS TIED IT UP WITH UNDER A MINUTE TO GO! HE HAS FORTY FIVE SECONDS TO SCORE ANOTHER POINT, AND HE CAN WALK AWAY WITH THE TITLE! Riley: But how is he going to score a point in under a minute......you don’t think? Soapdish helps Williams up, and walks him to the corner like he’s blind. Blood running out of his ear, his eyes glassy and dilated, Williams blankly looks around with a confused look on his face, not knowing what the hell is going on. The crowd is going crazy, everyone and I literally mean everyone is stand in awe. Francis regains his composure, and extends his leg out like someone who’s fixing to run a race. With both men in their corners, Soapdish calls for the bell. DING! Mak explodes out of his corner, crushing his lobotomized opponent’s face with a Yakuza Kick! Francis takes a hold of Danny’s arm, and slings him out of the corner with a Judo Throw, which he transitions right into a Cross Armbreaker! Going on pure instinct, Danny locks his hands together, blocking the hold! Riley: I KNEW IT! Stevens: MAK USING HIS DANNY’S OWN STRATEGY AGAINST HIM! IF IT WORKED FOR HIM, SURELY IT CAN WORK FOR THE FRANCHISE! Mak sits up, takes hold of Williams’ wrist, and falls back, breaking his fingers apart, and successfully locking on the feared submission hold! Stevens: HE’S GOT IT LOCKED IN! JUJI-GATAMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Williams screams become in audible as the crowd starts to count down.... “TEN!” Riley: COME ON, DANNY! HANG IN THERE! “NINE!” “EIGHT!” The Franchise starts sitting up, and pulling back, over and over again. “SEVEN!” “SIX!” Stevens: HE’S NOT GONNA MAKE IT! THERE’S JUST NOT ENOUGH A TIME!” “FIVE!” His eyes watering with pain, which actually look a lot like tears, Williams extends his free arm in position for a quick tap out! Riley: DON’T DO IT DANNY, YOU’VE ONLY GOT FOUR SECONDS LEFT!” “FOUR!” Danny starts to hear and the feel the ligaments in his arm tearing, as the pressure in his elbow builds to the breaking point! “THREE!” The pain unbearable for a even second more, Danny starts frantically tapping out, and the crowd goes nuts! Upon seeing this, Soapdish calls for the bell! DING! Francis back rolls to his feet, and starts jumping up and down in disbelieve as to what he’s just done. Stevens: HE’S TAPPING! DANNY WILLIAM IS TAPPING OUT! NEW CHAMPION! NEW CHAMPION! NEW CHAMPIOOOOOOOOOON!!!!! The fans prematurely start to celebrate, dancing in the aisles, while throwing everything that isn’t nailed down into the air like it’s a soccer riot. The noise reaches ear shattering levels, consuming all sound, and replacing it with the high pitched screams of the fans. Stevens: IT’S PANDEMONIUM! I HAVE NEVER SEEN A CROWD GO THIS WILD BEFORE! THEY ARE IN CELEBRATION, CELEBRATION OF MAC FRANCIS’ VICTORY OVER DANNY WILLIAMS! Funyon attempts to make the official announcement, but nobody can hear it, so he just gives up! Refusing Soapdish’s help, Williams rolls over on his stomach, with his face buried in his hands, upset at himself more than anything. Riley: Are they even going to let the last two seconds, play out! Stevens: They have to, it’s the rules, though this match is technically over! Williams crawls back to his corner, and pulls himself up, tucking his bad arm close to his chest. Soapdish orders the celebrating Franchise back to his corner, so they can finish the match. The crowd’s cheers morph into a well rousing, “FRAN-CHISE!” chant as Soapdish calls for the bell. DING! Williams painfully limps out of the corner, and extends his hand towards the Franchise. Mak cautiously approaches Williams, and right as the buzzer goes off, shakes Williams’ hand! BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ! The fans settle down, and give a much more civilized ovation as the two rivals bury their feud with a handshake. Funyon: The winner of the match by a score of 2-1.......AND NEW UNITED STATES CHAMPIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON..................MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAK FRANCIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! After shaking Mak’s hand, Williams rolls out of the ring, and into the arms of several ring side emergency paramedics. As the doctors help Williams up the ramp, the fans “FRAN-CHISE!” tour, morphs into heart felt, “DAN-E” cheer. Stevens: Williams showed a lot of guts tonight, he could have just coasted his way to victory after going up early, but instead he decided to bravely fight it out to the end, earning the respect of the thousands in attendance! Back in side, Mak is presented with the U.S. Title to huge applause! The Franchise hops up on the second turnbuckle, and raises the title over his head, thousands of hands join his, all out stretched in triumph. Stevens: Mak has survived sixty minutes of hell, to finally realize his dream and recapture the Untied States Title. Riley: Bah, enough of this sentimental garbage. I'm ready to see TNT tear ELM a new asshole! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Ace309 0 Report post Posted June 6, 2004 Always a favorite... featuring one of my favorite wrestlers and one of my favorite personalities. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
HollywoodSpikeJenkins 0 Report post Posted June 6, 2004 Yes, Mak rules you. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Coffin Surfer 0 Report post Posted June 7, 2004 That's nice Jenkins but let's not forget about the guy who wrote the match. Wow, this is a surprise. Nice to know that the match hasn't been forgotten...it's been over a year now. Aside from a few grammar errors I was happy with the last half but there's so much more I wanted to do with the body of the match but didn't have the time or energy to. As a result, it's actually more like a 35-40 minute match than sixty. 20 thousand words is probably the real equivalent of 60 minutes. For some reason I called the Standing Surfboard a Cobra Twist(Abdominal Stretch), I think a read review somewhere were it was miscalled that. Interesting enough, Francis had no idea I was going to job the title to him. It was never pre-planned, just something I decided to do in order to move up to the Main Event. I figured the Iron Man was a good opportunity to drop the title since if Williams won the first fall with no trouble he would still look like the better of the two even if he couldn't go the distance. From the get go, I wanted the final score to be 2-1 with a huge gigantic match sandwhiched between the first and last falls. I thought multiple falls would be to difficult to write and most likely screw up the flow in the long run. Suffering from writer's block, I actually started writing the match from the first Powerbomb since I had a pretty good idea how I wanted the final stretch of nearfalls to go. I thought I could go back and eat up words afterwards, I was wrong and nearly had to no show. Mak was probably one of my favorite characters to write against, really great varied moveset. It made it possible to give him to a second string run of finishers which was crucial to the match. Really hard match to write and you'll probably never see a match this long from me again. I have no idea how I got it done and if it wasn't for me getting inspired enough to write out the last half in one quick sitting it would have probably never been finished. edit-Oh and obviously this is the match that put the Juji-Gatame/Cross Armbreaker on the map in SWF land. Danny would take Nelisen of the Jungle out with it in the next show as well if I recall correctly. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Above Average 0 Report post Posted June 8, 2004 Surprisingly, Danny and I had similiar takes on this match. It's just that mine was flipped the other way and I had it go 3-2. Mak works the mat early goes for the ankle and gets popped for it, but scored an early fall on a pin combination, surprising everyone (1-0). Even though Danny's on the offensive, Mak tries to press, and they trade counters on some bombs (Germans and Dynamic Kick/Yakuza Kick) but Mak doesn't learn his lesson, continues to press even though he got lucky earlier -- Danny uses that to his advantage and hits a Dangerous Backdrop onto the bottom turnbuckle mid-match to swing it way in his favor (1-1). Mak's never the same after the backdrop driver, takes some basic moves of control from Danny (Doushime Sleeper while pushing the ropes away with his feet as Mak drags him for a break), but kicks out of the big moves (German, and maybe, can't remember which, a spike DDT or brainbuster, finally a powerbomb) and then stalls his ass off countering (On a spot we both thought up, Mak gets a Cobra Clutch, but Danny walks the ropes) or sandbagging out of the combo that beat him in the match just prior to this one (I can't remember the first move, a Powerbomb, followed by a Backdrop Driver). Danny expends too much energy trying to put Francis away and while trying to do this Mak gets a few bullshit suplexes out of counters (Railgun and German) that do no good -- a clutch Cobra Clutch suplex shakes Danny up, but doesn't get three. They're so tired that towards the end when they both go for their final flurry's, trading kick/elbow counters in an Austin/Michaels Wrestlemania vibe, they peter out... Finally, Danny hits a rolling elbow just as Mak a Yakuza kick, and they both take a ten count, on it (2-2). They have only a few minutes left so they get desperate and go for flash submissions, to get a quick tap, but they each counter the cross armbreaker... Mak gets lucky on a corner charge, gets the boot up and goes for a Victory roll, but Danny counters into his JL finishing submission (whatever it was, some kind of stepover hold) but Mak holds out in the final seconds (he was in the hold for a while) and we go to OVERTIME. Yes I played off (stole from) the Michaels-Hart Ironman... then I have Danny play Bret and catch him with a lucky superkick, to which he gets up from nearly before Mak and follow it up with a flush superkick for the win (3-2). I wish I still had the match, but it got deleted... so sad. The only problem was I REALLY rushed the finish. I even had a cool comment to take care of Danny no-selling the ankle (In his win after mine and the PPV), which he said would make for a better match btw us, by pointing out that in the first US title win, Danny was fine even though I attacked the ankle in my win, and he worked me by leaking false info about it, to catch me off guard and I got lucky on the roll-up out of a fujiwara. So, he decided to scrap that idea and work straight-up, but Mak only realizes he wasn't hurt during the beginning of the PPV match, hence, why he stops working the ankle after getting popped. Sadly, I lost, but I readily admit Danny's match was better and longer. It gave me some great ideas for my character wrestling wise, and helped me see how to execute some elements I tried in my match that he did better. Much props to Danny Williams. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
