5_moves_of_doom 0 Report post Posted June 24, 2004 Fade in. From black to a rather homely looking office, the camera lightens to show a close up of the ICTV title, having been cleaned and polished after its disrespectful forgoing by the world champion. The camera pulls back to reveal the belt over the shoulder of interim SWF commissioner Alexander Zenon, who (as always) has a sour expression on his face. "Tonight," Zenon begins, idly tapping the hand of his free arm on his desk, "The SWF Intercontinental-Television Title will be contsted in an inproptu matchup, so that a new champion may be determined." Pause. "A new champion that, I hope, will treat the belt with significantly more respect than the last one did... Terrence 'Janus' Bailey," Alex almost spits out the name. "From the moment that I replaced Mark Stevens a few months ago, it was made abundantly clear that Janus was going to be a large, thorny issue to me. I attempted to deal with him swiftly, calmly, and... passive aggressively." Alex rests his face against his free hand, twitching a moment as he speaks, "Unlike... other certain charges. I allowed him to reach the top of the SWF unabbaited, leaving any of his issues... personal or otherwise... to be dealt with in the ring. I tried to act as the consummate professional, put aside any problems I myself had with Janus, and allow other wrestlers such as 'Deathwish' Danny Williams and... Toxxic," Alex grits his teeth, "To handle him for me. "And in this, I have failed," Zenon's eyes narrow as he speaks. "His actions with the Intercontintental-Television title on Storm have forced my hand; I will have to interject myself into Janus' affairs, regardles of whether or not Dace Night can do in the ring tonight what no-one else seems to be capable of." Alex finishes that line with a smirk, and then turns slightly in his char, "Janus aside... the ICTV title will be fought for in a singles match between Ace Lezaire and Landon "La Cucaracha" Maddix, two men I'm confident can bring back a bit of esteem to the belt," says Alex with a bit of a chuckle. "So in closing... consider this a compliment, Chris Card, because I won't give you many. And it's nothing more, so don't get any fishy ideas just because I've decided to be a little benevolent. As for you, Janus," Zenon adopts a serious expression, and leans in towards the camera. "I know you're watching. Do not fuck with me again, Bailey." Alex mutters 'enjoy the show' and slowly pulls away, standing from his chair and walking out of the picture, as we fade... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
5_moves_of_doom 0 Report post Posted June 24, 2004 Comet: “What a show we’ve got lined up tonight, Citizen Riley!” Riley: “Citizen shut the fuck up.” SWF LOCKDOWN - JUNE 23rd LIVE FROM THE KINGDOME in Fargo, North Dakota!!! Main Event Non-Title Bout; Special Guest Referee Dace Night vs Janus Special Guest Referee: Tom Flesher Dace and Tom fought for weeks to decide the rightful number one contender to the SWF World Heavyweight Championship, but in an ironic twist, Dace will be the first one to face Janus (in a non-title setting, naturally). However, just to be fair, Tom has been asked to mediate this competition. After all, if neither of them have anything to lose, what's the harm? Cruiserweight Title Match Austin Sly vs Johnny Dangerous Johnny defends the crusierweight title against Austin Sly, who's been... well, Austin Sly as of late. But hey, Johnny's a fighting champion and he'll take all comers, and Austin is a more than capable opponent. Fight! Submissions Match "Deathwish" Danny Williams vs Mike Van Siclen Three times a champion, and three times having lost the belt, Danny Williams is in very, very elite company. Unfortunately, neither of his title reigns have inspired the sheer dominance that El Luchadore Magnifico's or Rane's did, and Danny is very, very uhappy about that. In a chance to blow off some steam, the ever ready MVS laces up to face Danny in a submissions match which seems tailor made for the former champion... USJL Title Match Alan Clark vs Aecas vs Todd Cortez vs Masked Man In an epic Iron Man match, Alan Clark finally unsurped Landon Maddix for the USJL title, finally ending their long-standing feud. So, it seems only fitting that his first defence be an epic as well. He takes on four hungry competitors in the Black Angel, the Urban Legend, and... Sexual Maskosaurus... Toxxic vs "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins Toxxic beat Nathaniel Kibagami at the PPV, so you'd think he'd be set to face someone a little more prestigious than Holly, here... never the less, that's what's tabled, so this should be interesting. Hardcore Title Contendership Ryan Dustin vs Munich vs Manson Manson challanges Annie's record for most returns to the SWF, and he's welcomed back with a contendership match and Ryan Dustin and Munich. Yeah... Rules: First pin wins. No rules otherwise. Heath Black vs Martin "Big Country" Hunt Two n00blets. They rock each other's sox! w00t! Max King vs Petey The Irish Penguin I'm not even going to TRY to summarize Petey, so forget it. I'll just say he's facing another new guy here in, thankfully, a singles match. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
5_moves_of_doom 0 Report post Posted June 24, 2004 We now open up to the ring, where Kelly Connelly, the sexy red-haired manager, is standing and waiting. "Ladies and gentlemen, tonight, get ready to feast your eyes on the greatest wrestling specimen ever to grace the ring! You're about to see the next generation of superstar get in this ring and out-shine everyone else! So ladies and gentlemen, stand up now and show respect...in his SWF debut..."THE ICON"...MAX...KING!" An explosion of fireworks on the entryway, followed by Saliva's song "Superstar" signals the entrance of Max King to the arena. King enters with all the arrogance of an A-list celebrity, passing by the audience without so much as glancing towards them. Kelly is all smiles as she goes to the ring ropes, holding them open for King. Comet looks on as King starts to enter the ring. "Max King certainly feels that he's above everyone in this federation, and he hasn't even had his first match here in SWF yet. Could his overconfidence be his downfall?" "Not if King and Kelly have anything to say about it!" Riley retorts. "Especially with his opponent. What's next, the San Diego Chicken has a match here?" Kelly slowly gets out of the ring now, as King starts to stretch a bit on the ropes, preparing himself for the match that's about to happen. Riley chuckles a bit. "This guy knows how to get ready for a match though, no matter who it's against. This won't be that long a night for King." "Well, you have your opinion, for sure." Comet says, as "Superstar" fades out from the arena, followed by the lights in the arena dimming. "BRRR! IT'S COLD IN HERE!" "Barroom Hero" now starts playing, and the fans negative reaction does a complete 180 degree turn, the fan favorite of the match making his way out. Orange, green, and white pyro goes off in the arena, and after a while, confetti starts to rain down at the entryway, shaping a penguin...before Petey starts making his way out to the ring! Funyon: And his opponent, from the South Pole, weighing in at 227 pounds...PETEY THE PENGUIN! Petey slaps his flipper with the hands of the people at ringside, and when near younger audience members, leans in, letting them pet his beak. "Petey becoming a quick fan favorite here, and he hasn't even had his first REAL match yet. You can bet this kinda makes him a hometown favorite here!" Comet says through the roar of the crowd. "Funny, it doesn't feel like near absolute zero in the arena right now..." Riley replied. "This is just damn ridiculous...but in an OK way I GUESS..." Petey goes to step between the ring ropes now, but before he gets TOO far into the ring, Max King goes right on the attack, pummeling at the neck area of the outfit with hard forearm shots! *Ding Ding!* "What a lack of sportsmanship by King!" Comet comments as King does a face-slam onto Petey before he's even in the ring. "King could have at least waited for Petey to get into the ring!" "Hey, this business is cutthroat. Besides, King has been upset for a good while now about even HAVING this match..." Riley adds, as King taunts the crowd a pit, Petey pushing himself up to get back up onto his feet. King quickly rushes in to kick Petey in the chest, but Petey grabs Max's ankle and pulls hard, sending The Icon down to the mat. Petey waits a bit for King to get back up, and when he does Petey is there to smack him a bit in the face! King looks to be getting frustrated already, going for a swing of the hand, but Petey locks up the arm, and turns it into a high hip toss on King, taking him down to the mat. Petey is about to go for a cover, but Kelly pulls him out of the ring before that can happen. "Well, it doesn't seem like "The Icon" is living up to the promises that he made earlier. In fact, it seems that he's running already!" Comet notes. "He's not running, Comet! He's just getting himself ready for the next part of the match. Taking his time, making Ti...er, Petey feel over-confident." Riley states now. Petey plays up to the crowd while Kelly goes over to talk to Max, the crowd starting a VERY loud "PETEY!" chant that fills the entire arena. King looks back to the ring now, slowly and carefully making his way to the ring again, Petey rushing over quickly though and flipping King back into the ring the hard way, much to the delight of the fans! Petey bounces off the ropes while Max is down on the mat, and goes for a headbutt to King while he's down, but King manages to move out of the way just enough so that Petey's head bounces off the mat. King takes this opportunity to catch his breath, Petey getting back up rather quickly, and King replying with a swinging neckbreaker while coming off the ropes. King goes for a quick cover... One! Two! Petey gets a kick out and quickly back up long before the hand even comes up to drop for the three. Petey shakes his head a bit, trying to get the cobwebs out of his head right now, but King is there to get Petey from behind, getting him into a sleeper hold, and dropping him down HARD onto the mat with a sleeper drop. King at first seems to go for the pin...but stops with only one finger on Petey's chest area. The count about to be laid down, but King then moves his hands towards Petey's headpiece, apparently trying to rip it off of Petey's head. Petey manages to pull away before King can succeed in his goal. This action seems to make Petey a bit mad, and as King poses and taunts, the fans booing SERIOUSLY increases for King's actions. King turns his back to Petey now, taunting the crowd a bit as Kelly applauds her man on the outside, and Petey is back on his feet when King turns around, starting to wail away at King's face with repeated punches to the head. Petey goes for one big one now, and knocks King back down to the mat with this one. Petey dives in now, body splashing King while he's down, and goes for a cover of his own! One! Two! TH...No! King manages to get a shoulder up now, and Petey starts to squawk a bit, getting the crowd to squawk with him. He pulls King up to his feet, and gives him his Arctic Atomic Drop, causing King to SCREAM out in pain. Petey next goes off to springboard clothesline King while he's stunned, knocking down King HARD with the move. Petey goes for another cover now... One! TWO! THRE...NO! King shows his resilliance in this type of match now and his smarts, as he starts punching Petey away in the throat area. Petey falls back a bit now, not expecting that, but doesn't let this stop his attack. He comes off the ropes while coughing, but King sidesteps this time, grabbing Petey from behind, and drops Petey with a Belly to Back Suplex that almost causes Petey to land right on the top of his head. "King finally turning this match around in his favor once again, and Petey is looking like he's dead in that ring!" Comet now notes. "But he could just be..." Petey suddenly kips up when Max is close enough, and slams his body into King hard! Max is sent into the ropes, and Petey starts squawking once again, flapping his arms and doing a jig, before going to spear the corner that King is in. King manages to backflip over the top rope though, onto the apron, as Petey slams his shoulder into the ringpost when he tried a spear! Petey roughly comes out of the corner, in severe pain, and as he does, Max grabs him from behind, locking him in the compressor. Petey tries to fight the move, but eventually has to tap out to the move! Funyon: Here is your winner, "THE ICON" Max King! King slides out of the ring now, going right into Kelly's waiting arms now, as the fans boo HEAVILY at King's actions towards Petey. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
5_moves_of_doom 0 Report post Posted June 24, 2004 The soldout crowd in Fargo, North Dakota in the Kingsdome is anticipating the next match as suddenly over the PA system suddenly Guns and Roses "Out Ta Get Me" comes on and fills the arena with the lyrics.. "They're out ta get me They won't catch me I'm innocent They won't break me" As the chorus plays, the satin black curtains are pushed back to reveal a lovely young lady escorting another new wrestler. The wrestler is wearing faded and slightly ripped blue jeans with an old black Guns and Roses t-shirt exclaiming Appetite for Destruction. He has dyed blonde hair with black bags under his eyes as a cigerette is light in his mouth. The man comes off as sort of lanky, but still has a fit tone appearance as he flexes his arm around his lovely escort. The beautiful escort is wearing a nice skirt that reveals long lucious legs that are bound by high heels. The white blouse is buttoned up just enough to reveal a little cleavage but still keeps some mystery and dignity to herself. The couple walk closely together down the steel rampway as the crowd gives a mixed reaction not knowing yet enough about this young superstar.. Funyon: Ladies and Gentlemen, this next bout is scheduled for one fall, making his way down to the ring, being escorted by his lovely wife, Kelsey, weighing in at 202 lbs, reiging from Las Vegas "Casino Capital of the World"....Heaaaaaaath Blaaaaaaaack. Heath flicks the cigerette on the ground and climbs up the apron to hold the ropes open for his wife. He helps her in the ring and climbs in. Black throws his arms up in the air and gets a few cheers from the tough crowd out in Wisconsin. Heath and Kelsey show off a little for the crowd when suddenly the tron lights up displaying various images of Fraternity Parties, Martin beer bonging, Martin fighting a rival fraternity brother and throwing him into drywall, and a last image of Martin spitting Southern Comfort into Sean Davis's eyes, a last image of a Pi Kappa Phi starshield is shown as Hank Williams Jr's voice booms over the loudspeakers.. "The preacher man says it's the end of time And the Mississippi River, she's a-goin' dry... The interest is up and the stock market's down And you only get mugged if you go downtown... I live back in the woods, you see, My woman and the kids and the dogs and me... I got a shotgun, a rifle, and a four-wheel drive And a country boy can survive Country folks can survive..." Out walks Martin "Big Country" Hunt, wearing a tan cowboy hat, a Pi Kappa Phi t-shirt exclaiming the fraternity's letters, and a pair of faded blue jeans that have a whole in the right knee area. The dark blue t-shirt has the sleeves cut off revealing decently sized arms as Martin comes out smirking at the crowd with a can of Bud Light in his hands. A mixed reaction hails from the Fargo crowd-- yet more boos are heard than cheers; until Martin flips everyone off. Funyon: And his opponent, weighing in at 220 pounds, hailing from the mountains of Boone, North Carolina...Maaaartin "Big Country" Huuuunnnt. Martin chugs the rest of his beer and slings the empty can in the ring towards Kelsey and Heath. Heath kicks the can aside and opens the ropes for his wife to get out of the ring. As Martin climbs up the steps, he eyes Kelsey up and down and smiles at her, which enrages Heath to run forward and starting punching Martin from inside the ring as Martin's cowboy hat is knocked off to the arena floor. ::DING DING:: Comet: Man I tell you, the SWF is getting more and more new comers that are showing very promising ability, I feel they will make a great impact on this federation some day.. Riley: The only great impact that is gonna happen is going to come from Martin Hunt when he slams this lil' puke Heath Black down. Comet: Are you kidding me? You are already jumping on Hunt's bandwagon what could possibly draw you onto his side? Riley: Ha, what's not to like? He's cocky, in a fraternity, and dispises fans, plus he does anything it takes to win, you have got to respect someone like that.. Comet: Respect? Hunt doesn't even respect his own drinking limits yet alone respect the rules of open outside alcoholic containers within the Kingsdome. How is he going to respect anything in this federation? Riley: I bet he will respect gold title belts, oh man you can't let Heath get away with that those are close-fisted punches... Heath grabs Martin's head and continues a deadly assault of fists, suddenly Martin blocks one punch and gets a quick kick into Black's midsection. Martin then flips over the top rope and rolls Heath over into a quick attempt at a pin..not even a one count and Heath quickly kicks out.. Riley: Oh come on ref that was at least a two count! Comet: Are we even watching the same match? Or are you too blinded by your infautuation with Martin Hunt to realize anything else besides him? Riley: Damn you shut up! Comet: Folks it looks like we have a good match up on our hands here tonight, oh man Heath just delivered a perfectly executed scoop slam to Martin. And Martin jumps up quick to deliver a european uppercut, and he flings Heath into the ropes. Riley: Martin give him one of those great vicious DDTs like you did Sean Davis. Comet: Oh and Martin goes for a clothesline, and no it is reversed into a head scissor take down by Heath. What a great show of athletiscism by the young man with that move. Riley: Is it me or does Heath look like some punk rocker from a dismanned, unfamous rock group? Comet: All I know is he is a young fan of Guns and Roses and has a very lovely-looking wife... Riley: I didn't even notice he had a wife-- Comet: Oh you wouldn't.. Heath grabs Martin up and sets him up for a suplex, he nails the landing perfect and gets up to blow a kiss at his wife. As his back is turned Martin runs up to deliver a perfect neck breaker followed quickly by a nasty choke hold that the ref breaks after a count of five. Riley: YEA! Get him Hunt.. Comet: That was an illegal choke hold and a cheap shot to Heath. I hope Heath can spring back to life here. Heath regains balance and legsweeps the feet out from under Martin as he stands up and begins kicking at Martin's fraternity letters on his chest. Heath picks Martin off the mat and throws him back down with a gutbuster followed up by an arm bar. Comet: What a great move! I think Heath Black is a well-rounded athelete as he is a good mix of alot of different wrestling styles. I mean he is like a third luchadore, a third technical, and a third brawler.. Riley: Heath is a damn-melting pot of this federation..just another punk trying to get his way up the ladder! Comet: A punk!? What about Martin? Riley: Martin's a fine athelete with a higher class of skills, did you just see that? Martin nailed him with great suspended suplex. Oh and there he goes again, what a great atomic drop. I bet Heath's feeling that one. Heath rolls over and forces himself back up with his arms as Martin flexes to the crowd. Black runs over by Martin and spring boards off the ropes to deliver a spinning wheel kick known as "Alien Workshop". Martin falls down hard as Black attempts a quick cover by rolling up one of Martin's legs.. ONE TW Martin kicks out and slowly gets up as Heath throws him into another grapple which leds to a nasty looking swinging neck breaker also known to Black as the "Foundation Station". Black goes for another cover.. ONE TWO T Martin kicks out once more as frustration is starting to be noticable on Heath's face. Riley: It's going to take more than a fancy kick and neck break to bring down Martin. Comet: It seems that way, but man Heath is really showing us how explosive he can be when given the chance and the quickness he possess. Martin slowly gets up as Heath runs again and springs off the ropes for a cross-body take down.. Riley: Oh man! Martin just caught him in mid-air, look at the strength in this guy as he runs Heath's back into the turnbuckle. Comet: That had to hurt, there is no denying his strength but I believe this match is a complete toss up. Riley: Ha the only tossing I see is Martin being able to ram Heath's body into the corner like that. Comet: And I suppose you like tossed salads to right? Riley: Yea there is nothing wrong with a good tossed salad but I mean come on Cyclone we are talking about a wrestling match here not a type of salad. Comet: :chuckles: Sure we are and OH NO! Martin is now wrapping Heath's legs up in the turnbuckle corner to hang him utterly defenseless upside down. Riley: Man I would hate to be like that. It's like a helpless victim stuck in a spiderweb before the spider attacks him. Martin claps his hands and moves his leg in a hill billy dancing motion, before he quickly grabs a rope and begins kicking violently at the midsection of Heath. The ref grabs back Martin after numerous kicks as Kelsey runs behind her man and untangles his legs from the ropes. Without thinking, Martin runs full speed into the corner and baseball slides feet first into the corner, as Heath comes free in the nick of time to roll out of the way. Martin slides right into the metal turnbuckle with his legs spread, giving a new nickname to the term "blue balls". Comet: Man I am glad to see Heath get free from that move, but at what extent is Martin injured with that slide? Riley: Oh man..:shudders: I know that had to have hurt so much, damn that woman for moving Heath. Comet: Kelsey did the right thing by rescuing him or else she may have been picked up her husband's teeth from the velocity of that slide. Riley: Better his teeth than Martin's balls... Comet: You would want to perserve someone's balls wouldn't you? Riley: Now what is that supposed to mean? Seriously Comet, sometimes I don't know about you and man looks like Heath is throwing down some offense as he attacks the wounded Martin with a figure four in the middle of the ring. Comet: A great move to begin working on those already wounded legs of Martin. Heath throws Martin in a figure four that is held for a good while. The pain is seen on Martin's face as he slowly crawls towards the ropes and grabs the ropes for dear life. Comet: A second longer and I believe Martin would have tapped out. Martin slowly climbs to his feet as Heath quickly dropkicks Hunt's knees right out from under him. Black then begins stomping on the knees of Martin. Heath lays off to pick Martin up and gives him a stalling vertical suplex and prepares to climb the ropes. As Heath gets to the top of the ropes he prepares for a huge frog splash and gets a lot of air as he jumps above Martin's body. At the last possible second Martin curls his knees up and knocks the breath out of Heath's body as he lands squarely on Martin's knees. Martin rolls over and gets up slowly holding his left leg. Comet: What great awareness shown by Martin to be able to counter that flying frogsplash. Riley: Yea he was barely able to move a minute ago and now he is back on his feet with a second wind. Comet: Man it looks like Heath took a good fall on that top rope manuever as he is on the mat holding his chest and ribs struggling for air. Riley: Hey you live by the top rope you die by the top rope, anyone here will tell you that. Martin grabs Heath off the ground to place him in a vicious looking headlock, when all of a sudden Martin begins punching Heath's head with multiple punches. Riley: Ha how do you like that, what a great move! Comet: That is a plain dirty move and should be controlled in this match-up. Martin grabs Heath up again and slings him into the ropes, Heath comes back and ducks a near clothesline and attempts to gain momentum from the force of the ropes. Martin ducks a close dropkick and bounces off the ropes again to drop an elbow on the fallen Heath.. Comet: My my my these two atheletes are giving it everything they have here tonight. Riley: You got to respect guys like these that get their start in the SWF, guys who have hardly signed their contracts fully and already are in the ring laying everything on the line. Martin rolls Heath up for a quick cover after a solid elbow.. ONE TW Heath kicks out and quickly jumps to his feet only to be snap-mared down to the mat and placed in a violent looking headlock that turns Black's face red quickly.. Comet: Come on ref! That is a blatant choke hold, he is cutting off the air to Heath's body with that hold. Riley: No way that is a clean headlock done with good precise action. Comet: That's not right ::ref breaks up hold:: It's about time he got that hold broken up I mean that was clearly illegal. Riley: How is that illegal? Comet: Riley you are the king of illegal, more illegal than a gay-marriage! Riley: Hey now those marriages aren't illegal fully, they are still getting voted on in Congress.. Comet: I already know which side your vote is going to.. Heath gets up and seems to be recovering air to his system, but gets kicked to the midsection and then quickly DDTed. Heath seems to be out of it as Martin goes for another cover.. ONE TWO THR No, Heath kicks out and gives a legsweep knocking Martin down to the mat. As Martin gets up he is met with a Camelcanrana, which is a variation of a step-up Hurricanrana. Black follows with a quick pin.. ONE TWO THRE NO Martin kicks out and spring boards back to his feet and eye guages Heath. As Heath is grabbing his eyes, Martin slings him into the ropes again. As Heath runs back towards Martin with a clothesline attempt, Martin ducks and quickly moves behind Heath placing him in a very rough looking sleeper hold. The sleeper hold is being performed with extreme strength as the muscles bulge around Heath's head and neck.. Comet: Oh man this may be all for Heath as Martin appears to have put him into the "Black Out" submission move. Riley: Black-Out what a great term. Have you ever been drunk and woken up beside random guys and not remembered where you were or what has happend or where your pants are? Comet: No but I bet you have! This sleeper hold looks very rough, man I bet Heath's air supply is running out quickly.. Riley: :sounds doubtful: I have never woken up like that either. I was just giving an example of blacking-out. Blacking out like Heath Black here is about to do.. The ref goes in to check on the move as he holds Heath's hand up in the air and it slowly drops all the way down, he holds the hand up again and Heath's arm quickly drops once more.. Comet: This may be all for Heath, one more drop of his hand and it's over.. Riley: Ring the bell ref come on this one is done. The ref picks up Heath's hand again and it quickly drops 3/4ths of the way down before it steadily stays and then rises as the crowd begins cheering "BLACK BLACK BLACK BLACK" as Heath stomps his foot and then delivers multiple elbows to Martin's ribs. Martin loosens the hold and drives Heath back to the mat with a side suplex. Riley: What no way his arm went all the way down he is out, he submitted! Comet: No he barely escaped, he is like a cat with nine lives.. Riley: But his lives are running out here tonight as Martin is giving this youngster a beating. Comet: That suplex may have done Heath in this time around as Martin goes for another quick cover.. ONE TWO THRE.. Hardly able to get out of the count as Heath slides his shoulder hardly off the ground. Martin is getting highly frustrated as he shows the ref 3 fingers and slaps the mat with a faster count than that he was just given.. Comet: Boy is Martin getting pissed at Heath's incredible ability to somehow escape defeat.. Riley: I think Heath paid this ref before the match because that was definitely a three count, and oh here we go, Martin's going for that sleeper hold again as Heath lays on the mat and he has it locked in, it's definitely over here.. Comet: A few minutes in that hold and it's over for anyone Martin holds the "Black-Out" sleeper hold even harder this time as all the life in Heath seems to vanish with the strength of this hold. The ref goes to check the hold as he holds Heath's arm up it quickly drops. He holds Heath's arm up again and it drops once more. He holds it up one more time and it drops all the way.. the ref calls for the bell as it rings ::DING DING:: Martin continues to hold his submission move as the ref is having to literally fight Martin to let go of the hold.. Comet: Now what is the point of that really..you won the match now let the move go.. Riley: Man this guy is great first he gets frustrated about not getting a pinfall so he takes it all out on his opponent with another vicious submission hold.. Comet: It's just not right, Heath doesn't deserve that.. Kelsey climbs in the ring and helps the ref in having Martin break the hold. As Martin breaks the hold he brings a quick swift forearm to the ribcage of Heath and then gets up looking at the ref and Kelsey with a look of hatred. Martin laughs at the knocked out Heath and then slides out of the ring as Kelsey consoles her husband. "A Country Boy Can Survive" blares over the PA system as the crowd boos Martin's exit of the arena. On the way out of the arena, Martin spots a sign that exclaims "Fraternities Sux" being held by a six year old. Martin grabs the sign out of the kids hands and rips it up to throw it back at the kid who begins crying. Hunt laughs and struts his way back into the back as more boos are heard. Comet: Why terrorize a little SWF fan? Riley: That kid was asking for it, did you see that sign? It was clearly a sign of disrespect. I mean fraternities are great , over 3/4ths of this countries presidents have been in fraternities. Even the WWE's own Jerry the King Lawler was a member of Hunt's fraternity Pi Kappa Phi. Comet: Well that explains a few things.. Riley: Yeah it explains why he is so great.. Comet: I am not going to argue with you and your infatuation, but boy I can't wait to see what else can happen tonight... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
5_moves_of_doom 0 Report post Posted June 24, 2004 Manson and Munich are already in the ring as we come back from commercial break. "Wow, who cued the jobber entrances?" "Robert, I have no idea what you are talking about..." says a shifty eyed Cyclone Comet. "This match will definitely be quick for somebody... over unders at 3 wrestling moves." "I'll take the under..." mumbles Comet. The house lights drop, causing a small mummer to escape from the crowd. The low key, but upbeat beginning of "Lapdance" by N.E.R.D. starts to fill the arena. Brillant strobes of white, yellow, blue and red, flash about the arena, bathing the crowd in a mutli-colored hue in time with the beat, whose moderate base line begins to kick up, until, the vocals drop... I'm an Ouuuuut-law! A single spotlight flashes across the stage, waving back and forth in time with the hip-hop beat... Quick on the draw -- Quick on the draw Something you never seen before -- never seen Centering on a lone spot... And I dare a muthafucker to come in my face And as N.E.R.D’S ‘Lap-dance’ continues, it draws Ryan Dustin to the stage, through the curtain, facing the crowd – arms folded across his chest – while in a casual lean; his red cameo jacket fluttering from an unknown undercurrent. After a pause, Dustin makes his way to the ring, interacting with various fans by placing them in his 'picture frame'... "Making his way to ringside—from Carson City, Nevada, weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty-eight pounds, he is the Real Deal... RYAN DUSSSS-TIN!" announces Funyon, while Dustin slaps hands with a few fans, before doing his traditional backflip into the ring. DING! DING! DING! The match is on. Ryan and Munich circle in the ring while Manson quickly slides out of the ring and grabs a steel chair. Munich picks Ryan up for a firemans carry, but Ryan arm drags out of it, sending Munich sprawling. "It looks like Manson's got the right idea. This ain't a wrestling contest." Manson takes the opportunity to pop Dustin in the head with the chair he got, forcing the Real Deal to stumble into the nearest corner. Then he quickly follows up with a unbelievable shot to Munich's back. And another shot to the head, sends Munich down hard onto the canvas. "One more shot should do it!" shouts Riley in glee, as Long checks on Munich. Ryan stumbles around a little regaining his bearing, while Manson holds the chair high, ready to plaster Munich again. Ryan turns, spotting his opponent who’s looking for the kill, and looks down at the scene -- Eddy Long sits on the ground, on his hands and knees, checking out a bleeding Munich whose also on his hands and knees... ...And Manson is holding a chair... Interesting. ...the light goes off over his head and he sprints forward, hopping onto the back of Eddy Long, gaining an indignant yelp from the referee, before stepping on the back of Munich, pushing him back to the canvas. Eyes wide, Manson looks down at his knee… and sees Ryan kicking off it with his own right foot… Crack!! …And in the end, he positively blasts Manson with a steel chair assisted shinning wizard~!! "By Midjoras Mask! What a knock-out blow!" Ryan holds his knee in agony for a brief second, and then slowly makes his way towards the loopy Manson. “Cover!” shouts Comet, as Dustin crawls on top of Manson, the crowd counting along! “OONNNEEEE!” “Kick out, Manson!” “TWWWWOOOOOOO!” “Come on—come on! DO SOMETHING! SOMEBODY!” “THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” DING! DING! DING! "Wow, under three moves... I at least thought it'd be a push." "Well, that was quick citizens, but we'll be back after this commercial break. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
5_moves_of_doom 0 Report post Posted June 24, 2004 “We are BACK! LIVE!! On SWF LOCKDOOOOOOOWWWNN!!!” Cyclone Comet bellows as the generic rock music kicks in, welcoming the international audience back from the commercial break. “Citizens, we have a tremendous evening’s entertainment for you tonight and this fixture is just one morsel in the smorgasboard of wrestling wonder lined up!” “Comet, I do believe that you have lost your mind,” Bobby Riley comments with mixed concern and amusement. “Is the delayed shock of Janus winning the World Title from Danny Williams finally kicking in?” “Quiet miscreant,” Comet orders his commentary partner haughtily. “I speak of course of the match about to start, ‘Hollywood’ Spike Jenkins versus Toxxic, which was sparked by Jenkin’s noble actions and words on Storm where he stood up to the arrogant straight-edger.” “He was off his face,” Riley replies brutally. “Mark my words, spandex boy, Spike will have come down later and wondered what the hell he’s got himself into!” Before Riley finishes talking the lights dim in the arena and ‘Not Today’ by Hotwire starts up. Light blue strobes flash at the top of the entrance ramp and out walks Spike Jenkins, hood up over his head. The crowd give a loud cheer for the man who came so close to dethroning Johnny Dangerous as Cruiserweight Champion and who they hope is going to defeat Toxxic tonight. Spike looks at the ground, remaining focused as Funyon begins his announcement. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall,” the ring announcer booms over the PA system. “Introducing first, from Hollywood, California; he weighs in at 225lbs... ‘HOLLYWOOD’... SPIIIIIIIIIIIIIKE... JEN-KINS!!” *BOOOM!!* White pyro erupts from the stage on either side of Spike as the California native begins jumping up and down, loosening himself up before striding through the pyro and making his way down to the ring, slapping hands with a couple of fans on the way. “Citizen Jenkins has so far been unable to emulate the success he achieved in the SJL here in the big leagues,” Comet declares as Spike steps through the ring ropes, throws his hood back and spins around in a circle, holding his arms out. “Despite a notable non-title win over the then-USJL champion Landon Maddix-” “Via a choke!” Riley protests furiously. “-Spike was unable to repeat his performance in the subsequent title match, and although he showed remarkable fortitude at 13th Hour he was also unable to capture the Cruiserweight Title from Johnny Dangerous,” the superhero finishes. “But tonight Spike has a chance to do two things; beat one of the most dominant wrestlers in the SWF today, a two-time ICTV champion, and also - hopefully - shut Toxxic up for good.” “Three words Comet,” Riley responds as Spike strips off his jacket and throws it over the ropes. “Not. Gonna. Happen. And this man is the reason why.” The Smarktron blacks out and jagged white letters flash up the words ‘Prepare To Be Proved Wrong’ while the crunching guitars of Lostprophets’ ‘We Still Kill The Old Way’ ring out over the arena. The Smarktron shows Toxxic taking Mike Van Siclen off a balcony and through a table with the Toxxic Shock Syndrome, the devastating landing timed to coincide with the- ‘GO!’ *BOOOM!!* -blast of red pyro announcing the arrival of the SWF’s premier straight-edger! Toxxic comes striding through the smoke, once more wearing his customised England soccer shirt in tribute to his home country advancing to the quarter-finals of the European Championships... and the fans do not approve. “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” Toxxic ignores the chants as he pauses at the bottom of the ramp to crack his neck from side-to-side while Jet sweeps her dreadlocks back over one shoulder and stares around at the crowd. “And his opponent!” Funyon booms. “Accompanied to the ring by his girlfriend Jet; from Nottingham, England, weighing in at 218lbs, the ‘Straight-Edge Sensation’... TOXX-IIIC!!” Toxxic rolls underneath the bottom rope and ascends the nearest turnbuckle, throwing his arms wide with the palms flat down. The camera flashes go off but the arena’s hostility increases noticeably before the Brit drops back down to the ring, strips his shirt off and hands it through the ring ropes to Jet. “Citizens, don’t let the small stature or the arrogance fool you,” Comet warns, “this man is at the top of his game after beating Nathaniel Kibagami - who incidentally hasn’t been heard from since 13th Hour. But despite that, I still believe that Spike Jenkins has a good chance here as he has improved no end in recent months, and I honestly feel that he could be on course for something big.” *DING-DING-DING!!* The two men in the ring advance towards each other, holding themselves cautiously and seeming unwilling to make the first move. They stop just out of striking distance and begin to circle, Toxxic keeping low and eyeing his opponent for potential attacks while Spike remains upright and adjusts his feet, ready to lash out the moment Toxxic comes within range. “Spike is well known to favour striking attacks at the start of the match, in a similar vein to Nathaniel Kibagami,” Comet notes. “Although of course the River Dragon has a better technique and much more force behind his blows, Citizen Jenkin’s greater speed and manoeuvrability may allow him to land shots on Toxxic where Kibagami simply could not.” “Nevertheless, Toxxic is still facing a striker,” Riley replies, “and Toxxic just will not stay still long enough for a wrestler of that style to gain an advantage.” Abruptly, Spike decides he’s had enough and darts forwards, lashing an elbow towards Toxxic’s eyelinered face. The Brit ducks the blow easily enough, but Hollywood reverses directions and sends the same arm cracking backwards into Toxxic’s jaw as he raises his head again! Toxxic staggers backwards, one hand clutching his face, and without pause Spike leaps to follow up... *CRACK!!* “WHOOO!” *CRACK!!* “WHOOO!” *CRACK!!* “WHOOO!” Spike lands three knife-edge chops on the bare chest of the Straight-Edge Sensation before launching a kick at his midsection. Toxxic catches the boot, but it was merely a feint and Spike leaps into the air, seeking to connect with a devastating standing enzuigiri... ...but Toxxic knows all about this situation after the Last Man Standing match, and ducks. Spike’s foot sails harmlessly over the Brit’s head but the agile Jenkins lands on it before balancing on his hands and kicking out and backwards, catching the straight-edger flush on the right kneecap! The sudden pain in his leg causes Toxxic to drop Spike’s other foot and fall to one knee, whereupon Spike turns and sends two kicks into his opponent’s ribs... *WHUMP!!* *WHUMP!!* ...before winding up, looking for a potential knockout blow to the head... *fwssshh!* ...which Toxxic ducks! Before Jenkins can recover his balance Toxxic rolls back out under the bottom rope, seemingly unsure whether to hold his jaw, ribs or knee after Spike’s opening flurry! “LET’S GO JENKINS!” *clap clap clap-clap-clap* “LET’S GO JENKINS!” *clap clap clap-clap-clap* “The crowd really getting behind Citizen Jenkins here, and I don’t think Toxxic can believe what he’s seeing - and feeling!” Comet laughs. “It’ll take more than those few strikes to knock the arrogance out of the Straight-Edge Sensation, but Spike is going about it the right way!” “Beginner’s luck,” Riley snorts. “Toxxic will have the match going his way in a few seconds Comet, you mark my words!” Referee Matthew Kivell has started counting while Toxxic recuperates on the outside, but before the cockney official can get further than ‘One!’ Toxxic has jumped back up onto the apron, apparently eager to pay Jenkins back. The straight-edger ducks through the ropes and cracks his neck again without taking his eyes off Spike... who simply grins and motions Toxxic to ‘come on’, gaining a further cheer from the crowd. Toxxic closes in, holding his arms ready for a lock-up, but the moment before the two wrestlers come together Spike steps to the side and whips a vicious kick into the back of Toxxic’s left leg. The Brit yelps in pain, turns and swings a right hand at Spike head, but Spike simply traps the blow under his left arm before stepping into Toxxic’s body with a vicious right-armed elbow smash! The force of the blow rocks the straight-edger’s head back and Spike follows up with another one as the Brit staggers back onto the ropes. “Spike is no Dace Night, but those elbow smashes will still leave Toxxic checking his teeth!” Comet calls approvingly. Grinning at his early success in the match Spike grabs Toxxic’s right wrist and hauls on it, sending the half-stunned straight-edger across the ring. As Toxxic hits the far cables he hooks both arms around the top rope, checking his forward momentum - but Spike has followed him across the ring and piles into the stalled Brit with a rolling lariat that carries both men over the top to the outside! “SPIKE-SPIKE-SPIKE-SPIKE-SPIKE!” “The crowd are going wild!” Comet yells in delight. “Toxxic has yet to get an offensive move in! Jenkins is taking him to the cleaners!” “This isn’t right!” Riley shouts angrily. “Someone must have spiked Toxxic’s Coke!” “Oh believe me Robert, Toxxic is getting ‘Spiked’ right now!” “...I hate you.” Jenkins takes a moment to bask in the cheers before picking Toxxic up by his hair. Almost drunk on adrenaline and the approval of the crowd, Spike draws his right hand back- *SMACK!!* -AND BITCHSLAPS THE HELL OUT OF TOXXIC’S FACE! “RRRRRRAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!” Toxxic spins around almost full circle, the eyeliner nearly knocked clean off him by the force of the blow. Without waiting for the dust to settle Spike moves in again, grabbing Toxxic’s arm once more and whipping the straight-edger towards the steel guard rail... *CRASH!!* “OOOOOHHHHHHHHH...” ...but it is not Toxxic’s back that collides with the unforgiving structure, as he manages to reverse the momentum and sends Spike in instead! Hollywood falls to the arena floor and clutches at his back while Toxxic drops to his knees, breathing heavily and trying to get his thoughts in order. “Oh come on Comet,” Riley mocks as the masked superhero falls silent. “Did you really think that Spike would take this match uncontested?” ‘THREE!’ Matthew Kivell bellows, finally managing to make himself heard over the crowd noise. Toxxic looks up at the ring, then across at Spike who is starting to push himself back up again. With a grimace on his face from the various aches and pains he’s managed to accumulate already the Straight-Edge Sensation gets back to his feet, then darts forward- *WHAM!!* “OOOOHHHHHHHHH!” -and NAILS Spike with a basement dropkick, sandwiching his head between boot and guard rail! ‘FOUR!’ Toxxic looks up at the ring again, then down at Spike. The straight-edger apparently makes a decision, and crawls under the bottom rope into the ring while the fans in the Kingdome roar their disapproval of the Brit’s actions. “It looks like Citizen Toxxic is trying for the easy way out here,” Comet declares, sounding slightly surprised. “A countout victory would go down in the record books the same as any other, but it would hardly be convincing against a man whom he ridiculed on Storm!” “He’s just trying to prevent Spike from getting hurt any more!” Riley protests. “All Jenkins has to do is not get back in the ring, and this farce will be over!” ‘FIVE!’ The referee’s count sounds awfully familiar to Toxxic, but despite the beating Spike took against Johnny Dangerous the straight-edger’s opponent is unwilling to stay down. Although slightly wobbly on his feet the man from California gets back up and heads back towards the ring, a slight stagger disappearing after a couple of steps. Spike scrambles up onto the apron, and blocks a punch from Toxxic as the straight-edger goes for a cheap shot before- *CRACK!!* “WHOOO!” -chopping the Brit in the chest to make him back off! Toxxic staggers back as planned and Spike steps through the ropes, but a standing dropkick from the Straight-Edge Sensation sends Jenkins tumbling back over, only just grabbing onto the top cable to prevent himself from falling to the outside again! Kivell steps in, interposing his body between the two men, but as Spike gets back to his feet on the apron Toxxic brushes past the ref and vaults off the second rope, hurtling over the top rope and snaring Spike in a hurricanrana that takes both men down to the protective blue mats once more! “HO-LY SHIT!” “HO-LY SHIT!” “HO-LY SHIT!” Toxxic is up first but the Brit isn’t all that steady on his feet himself, the sudden shift in momentum and position not sitting too well with the stunning strikes to the head that Spike dealt him earlier. Kivell has started his count again and Toxxic makes for the ring, sliding under the bottom rope as before, but this time the Striaght-Edge Sensation is not content just to wait. With a quick glance over his shoulder to check Spike’s position he heads for the far ropes and hits them, rebounding with renewed speed and looking to sail over the top with a somersault senton to the outside... ...but as Spike regains his feet he sees Toxxic coming and dodges to one side... ...and Toxxic leaps into the air, balances on the top rope for a second, then backflips into the ring and flips the classic British V-sign at the fans! “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” The abuse from the fans in the Kingdome is ENORMOUS, but the straight-edger shows no sign of caring as he sneers out at the capacity crowd. However his expression abruptly changes as two arms lock around his waist, and an unnoticed Spike Jenkins heaves him overhead in a German suplex... *WHUMP!* ...but even taken unawares Toxxic is damn hard to catch like that, and the agile Brit flips right through the move and lands on his feet! The exertion of the throw has put Spike on his back and the California native struggles to regain a vertical base and turn as he senses Toxxic bearing down on him- *WHAM!!* “RRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH!” -but he not only does so, he manages to send Toxxic crashing back-first to the mat with an STO! Shifting position on top of his opponent, Spike looks for the pin... ONE! TW- Kickout! “A furious pace has been set by both men so far!” Comet observes as Spike hauls Toxxic up off the mat and slams his elbow into the straight-edger’s jaw. “Only time will tell whether this frenetic speed will suit Spike or Toxxic better!” “OK, Spike may have a bit of an advantage in striking,” Riley concedes grudgingly, “but if this pace continues then it has to play into Toxxic’s hands - Spike may be a cruiserweight, but he hasn’t got the speed or agility to stay with the Hot Commodity!” Toxxic finds himself backed into the corner, but Spike immediately whiplashes his body backwards and sends the straight-edger across the ring. For once Toxxic doesn’t spring up to the top buckle and instead arrives backfirst in the far corner, the impact blasting the breath from his lungs. Without a pause, Hollywood darts across the ring, does a handspring and then pops up to deliver a BRUTAL double jump kick to the Brit’s face as the Tidal Wave connects! The crowd pop and Toxxic staggers out of the corner, collapsing to one knee then rising to his feet again and turning groggily to face his tormentor, but Spike has already ascended to the second buckle and comes flying off, looking for the mid-rope neckbreaker- *WHAM!!* -and Toxxic dropkicks him right out of the sky! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” Still not quite with it, Toxxic rolls onto Spike for the cover... ONE! TW- Kickout! ...but Spike gets the shoulder up just after two! Toxxic backs off, allowing Spike to roll over onto all fours, before diving over his opponent’s back and pinning his shoulders to the mat with an Oklahoma Roll! ONE! TW- Kickout! Spike pops out again, but before the California native can get back to his feet Toxxic has grabbed his head and rolled him up in a small package... ONE! TW- Kickout! ...but Spike kicks out again, and this time he has learned not to try and get up straight away - instead the moment he reaches his knees he lashes out backwards, catching the Straight-Edge Sensation a sharp blow on the jaw with a back elbow! That allows him to rise unmolested (as it were) and turn, only to see Toxxic still on his own knees and rubbing his jaw - and without further ado Spike launches himself back in, stepping up off his opponents thigh and whipping his right foot around to connect with the back of Toxxic’s head! *WHAP!!* “Dangerous Wizard!” Comet yells as Toxxic slumps bonelessly forward. “Spike may have a chance at an upset here!” ONE! TWO!! TH- Kickout! ...but it is not to be this time, as Toxxic kicks out in his turn although with rather less conviction. Refusing to be disheartened the crowd respond with vocal delight to Spike’s efforts, launching into another chant that threatens to raise the roof clean off the Kingdome! “LET’S GO JENKINS!” *clap clap clap-clap-clap* “LET’S GO JENKINS!” *clap clap clap-clap-clap* “LET’S GO JENKINS!” *clap clap clap-clap-clap* Spike is evidently aggrieved at the failure of the Dangerous Wizard to put his resilient opponent away, but hauls Toxxic up nonetheless and puts the Straight-Edge Sensation into a reverse headlock before raising his right hand to his lips... “It’s time to Roll The Joint!” Comet cries. “After all the work Spike’s done on Toxxic’s head and neck, this could spell the end!” Spike throws his right arm out, ready to snap it in and whiplash the straight-edger’s vertebrae like he was a non-seatbelted road traffic accident victim (and they say wrestling doesn’t teach the kids anything important)... but before Spike can complete the move Toxxic reaches up and back, digging his fingers into Jenkin’s face. One finger at least must have found an eye because Spike raises his right hand to protect his face and relaxes the grip of his left arm, allowing Toxxic to twist around in the hold and then bridge backwards in a Northern Lights Suplex! ONE! TWO!! TH- Kickout! “No way! You can’t Roll The Joint when Toxxic’s around!” Riley laughs even as Spike gets his shoulder up. “Perhaps Robert,” Comet replies gravely, “but Citizen Toxxic certainly didn’t get all of that Northern Lights Suplex. It’s not a move he regularly uses anyway and was probably more a desperation counter than a premeditated strategy, but I think that Citizen Jenkin’s neck work may have affected Toxxic’s ability to bridge it out.” “Comet, you take all the fun out of things by analysing them; you do know that, don’t you?” Neither man looks to be in great shape now, but despite being the man who was just pinned Spike Jenkins appears the healthier of the two. He is back up to his feet first and stands side-on to the rising Toxxic before slapping his thigh a couple of times. The crowd noise starts to rise in response... “Last Dance! Spike is signalling for the Last Dance!” Comet cries, and Spike takes a quick step sideways before lashing out with a boot at jaw-height... ...ducked! And as Spike turns, trying to get a bead on his opponent... *WHAP!!* ...Toxxic lands a superkick of his own! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” The blow was more fast than hard and Spike breaks his fall to the mat by reaching out a hand, but he is unable to prevent himself from being brought up in a reverse headlock by Toxxic, who then drops to one knee and drives the other into the back of Spike’s neck before popping back up again and drilling Jenkin’s jaw into the canvas with a Diamond Cutter, completing the Detoxx! Spike bounces off the mat and ends up on his back, and Toxxic quickly hooks the leg... ONE! TWO! THR- Kickout! ...but Spike again refuses to go down (unlike Megan Skye) and powers up off his back (also unlike Megan Skye). With an aching head and no other options immediately occurring to him Toxxic picks the California native up, then slams a forearm up into his jaw extremely hard. *WHAM!!* Spike staggers back, but Toxxic follows up and delivers another devastating shot. *WHAM!!* “It says something of the nature of this match that Toxxic is falling back on striking, and that Spike is so dazed he is unable to take advantage of it,” Comet notes as Jenkins reels back onto the ropes. “This hasn’t been a long haul like the 60-minute Ironman match or Toxxic’s Last Man Standing marathon, but both men have wrestled their hearts out here in this quick-burning contest!” Toxxic goes to Irish whip Jenkins across the ring, but Spike manages to reverse the momentum and send the straight-edger into the cables instead. Toxxic rebounds and Spike ducks his head, looking for the back bodydrop... *CRUNCH-WHAM!!* ...but instead merely receives the Sobering Thought! Jenkins’ head bounces off the mat and the former SJL World Champion ends up on his back, eyes staring sightlessly at the arena roof, but Toxxic doesn’t go for the cover. Instead the Straight-Edge Sensation rolls out onto the apron, stands up and takes hold of the top rope, takes a deep breath... ...vaults up to the top rope and springboards off as the flashbulbs ignite... ...backflips through the air, one leg extended to crush Spike’s windpipe upon landing... ...a windpipe that isn’t there, as Hollywood rolls out of the way at the last moment! *THUD!!* “The Inglorious missed!” Comet yells. “Go get him Spike! Now’s your chance!” Spike comes to his feet, eyes fixed on his opponent. He dodged the move more on instinct that anything else, but dodge it he did. Toxxic’s latest offensive flurry has left his head clouded and his limbs slightly weak, but he knows that Toxxic must be feeling just as bad and one good move is all it will take to finish this match off. He watches the Straight-Edge Sensation push himself up to his feet, waiting for the right moment... ...Toxxic gets to one knee, head swimming. He picked his move badly - the Inglorious is disorientating at the best of times but particularly so when your head has been taking a beating anyway. He pushes off with his right leg, rising back to a vertical base and suddenly aware of the shape that’s approaching fast from behind him... ...Spike jumps past Toxxic, reaching up to bring him down with the Bad Beat on the way... ...and in desperation, Toxxic wraps both hands around Jenkin’s head and sits out, pulling his opponent unceremoniously down with the Underkill! *BANG!!* Toxxic leans forward and hooks the leg as the jeers rise around him in the Kingdome... ONE! TWO!! THRREEEEEE- Kickout! “RRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHH!” “LET’S GO JENKINS!” *clap clap clap-clap-clap* “LET’S GO JENKINS!” *clap clap clap-clap-clap* “LET’S GO JENKINS!” *clap clap clap-clap-clap* The volume in the arena is AMAZING as Spike gets his shoulder up off the mat, and Toxxic falls backwards in disbelief. For a moment both men simply lie there, each apparently unable to move... but then Toxxic sits up and grabs Spike by the head. He starts to get to his feet, twisting Jenkins around to bring him up in a front facelock - but Spike abruptly grabs both Toxxic’s legs behind the knee and jacknifes his body forwards, pinning the Brit’s shoulders to the mat and bridging for the pin! The Kingdome ERUPTS again and counts along with Matthew Kivell! ONE! TWO!! TWO-AND-A-QUARTER!! TWO-AND-A-HALF!! TWO-AND-THREE-QUARTERS!! TWO-AND-NINE-TENTHS!! THHHRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! “NO!” Comet shouts in anguish as Toxxic just manages to collect his wits and get his shoulder up from the surprise pin. “Spike was so close!” “But that may have been his last throw of the dice,” Riley replies as Toxxic fires a right hand into Jenkin’s temple with both men on their knees. “Toxxic isn’t going to get caught like that again!” Toxxic stands, wrestling Spike’s arms up behind his back in a double underhook. The Striaght-Edge Sensation prepares to hoist his opponent up, but before the Toxxic Shock Syndrome can be hit Spike straightens his body, hoisting Toxxic up and over with a back bodydrop! “RRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!” “He’s not beaten yet!” Comet yelps in delight. “Robert, are you seeing this!?” “I’m seeing it, but I’m not believing it,” Riley answers bluntly. Spike has staggered to the ropes and rests on them for a moment, catching his breath. He sees Toxxic getting back to his feet and charges, preparing to bring his right foot up in the Yakuza kick that must surely finish this... *CRACK!!* ...but Toxxic turns and slides, slicing Spike’s shins out from under him with a vicious soccer tackle! Jenkins completes a full somersault and lands heavily on his back but gets back up to his feet almost immediately, desperate to maintain the initiative. However Spike can’t avoid a boot to the gut, and Toxxic hooks his arms up again. Spike tries to power out the same way but his stinging shins won’t take the pressure, and there is nothing that he or anyone in the Kingdome can do as Toxxic hoists him UP... ...AROUND... ...AND... ...DOWN! *WHAM!!* “Toxxic Shock Syndrome!” Comet calls in dismay. “Spike came so close...” ONE! TWO! THRRRRREEEEEEEEE! *DING-DING-DING!!* “Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner,” Funyon announces as the guitars of Lostprophets echo through the Kingdome again, “TOXX-IIIC!!” Toxxic rolls out of the ring, clutching the back of his head and neck and clearly in pain while Matthew Kivell checks on Jenkins. To the palpable relief of the crowd the California native doesn’t seem to be too badly hurt, just stunned, and a “Jenkins” chant starts up again as Toxxic and Jet begin to make their way up the ramp. “What a contest!” Comet exclaims as the crowd noise rises. “They started out fast, and kept it going right through to the closing bell! No matter what your personal opinion you have to feel for Citizen Jenkins - he came so close to beating Toxxic and really making his mark here in the SWF, but once again he came up short by the narrowest of margins!” “There was never any doubt Comet,” Riley replies, “never.” But he doesn’t sound all that sure of himself. In the middle of the ring Spike Jenkins rolls over onto his back and stares up at the lights that bathe the arena. And wonders once more exactly what it will take for him to get that one big win in the SWF. FADE OUT Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
5_moves_of_doom 0 Report post Posted June 24, 2004 All day fans have waited outside the arena, watching as wrestlers and the crew arrive through their own special entrance. The fans cheer for them all, regardless of personal opinion. The chance to be so close to their idols in such an every day setting sends many of them into a frenzy of screams and photographic flashbulb pops. The less reserved can only grip their fingers into the fence that separates themselves from their ideas of glory of being an SWF superstar, but little do they know just how much they have in common with those arriving in limousines and tour buses. As each wrestler steps out of his vehicle of choice, he sees the evening ahead of him as just another night under the lights and surrounded by all of those who have come for the show, but leave for the reality. Just kidding. This ain’t time for poetry, it’s time for SWF Lockdown to come back on the air! The sold-out crowd in Fargo, North Dakota, explodes as the camera pans around the Kingdome (*trumpets blare*), showcasing the framed pictures of the Suicide King adorning the walls. Finally, the camera pans around to Cyclone Comet and Bobby Riley, who happens to be wearing a Suicide King hat and a “He’s my Suicide SQUEEZE!” t-shirt. “Welcome back to SWF Lockdown, citizens!” Comet greets, “we’re here in the lovely Kingdome (*trumpets blare*) in Fargo, North Dakota, ready for more exciting action coming off of 13th Hour!” “At the door they were giving away Suicide King bobbleheads,” Riley chuckles, “man, I can’t tell you how many adolescents I had to massacre to get one.” Comet coughs. “…I’m kidding, Comet, chill out. But speaking of ‘giving away’, Alan Clark may just have to part with his USJL/Triple Crown title after just winning it at 13th Hour, ‘cause he’s squaring off against three rising stars, all hungry for gold!” “You are correct, Bobbo. Clark may still be feeling the effects of his iron man match against Landon Maddix, and his three opponents hope to exploit that. Todd Cortez wants to grab double gold tonight, the monster Aecas wants to establish himself as the force the entire federation needs to be reckoned with, and The Masked Man…well, after what he was asked to do tonight…” “He’s disturbed, Comet. He was asked to kill William Hearford; kill Bill, so to speak. Of course, so far nothing’s come of it, so I think he should be focused enough. Hell, he survived four men and an antromorphic ferret at 13th Hour…he’s good.” “THE FOLLOWING CONTEST,” Funyon interrupts, “is a fatal four way match, scheduled for ONE fall, and it is for the SWF Triple Crown CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing the participants!” With that, the rock remix of Delinquent Habits’ "Tres Delinquentes" hits the speakers, and the North Dakotans give a very strong mixed reaction, leaning towards jeers, as one half of Hollywood Boulevard appears at the top of the ramp, making the straight-edge sign. “From the streets, wherever that may be, let’s just say the streets of Oelwein, Iowa for tonight, weighing in at 226 pounds, he is one half of the SWF Tag Team Champions of the WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORLD, he is THE URRRRRBAN LEGEND, TOOOOOOOOD COOOOORTEEEEEZZ!” Cortez looks at Funyon quizzically for his odd introduction, but then kisses his cross and points to the heavens as he walks down the ramp. Once he reaches the ringside area, he slides under the bottom rope and holds his arms up, then unfastens his championship belt and hands it to the timekeeper. Then the lights go into strobe mode! “Misirlou” rocks the speakers, and the Kingdome (*trumpets blare*) fans begin jeering vociferously! “From Craiova, Romania, but currently residing in Orofino, Idaho, weighing in at 243 pounds, he is THE MAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSKED MAAAAAAAAAN!” TMM appears at the top of the ramp, clutching his briefcase tightly. He straightens his tie and walks down the ramp. Noticeably absent from his side are John Stamos, Bob Saget, and Dave Coulier. Nevertheless, he sets his briefcase down and climbs up the steps, before slingshotting into the ring and taking a corner. The lights go dark, and then… “Are you scared?” “He’s here.” Amon Amarth’s “Death in Fire” blares out of the sound system, and the fans do a complete 180 and begin cheering their lungs out for the MONSTER that is about to step out from behind the curtain! “From Shrewsbury, England, weighing in at 315 pounds, this is the BLAAAACK AAAAANGEL, this is AAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEECASSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!” As smoke billows out, Aecas stands tall at the top of the ramp, and the fans cheer even louder. He marches to the ring with intent and purpose, after failing to Stash the Ash™ at 13th Hour. He climbs onto the apron and steps over the top rope, entering the ring and scaring the crap out of Masked Man, and slightly frightening Cortez. “Now, introducing the champion!” The fans pop! The Kansas classic “Carry On My Wayward Son” hits! Clouds of FLAMING~ green shoot into the air! The USJL/Triple Crown champion appears on the ramp! “From Long Beach, California, but he should be from Kansas (*rimshot*), weighing in at 225 pounds, he is the S – W – F TRIPLE CROWN CHAMPION, ALAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN CLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARK!!!” Clark continues down to the ring and slides in, before removing his belts and handing them to referee Nick Soapdish. Soapdish holds them up for all to see, and then hands them to the timekeeper, signaling for the bell to begin the match! *DING DING DING* Aecas stands in his corner, nostrils flaring like a RAGING BULL~, as the other three, much lighter opponents, begin advancing out of their respective corners. They slowly begin moving in on Aecas, and then begin to count. “One… Two… THREE!” With that, all three men LUNGE forward, launching themselves onto Aecas and attacking him! However, despite the three men surprising him, the Black Angel is able to shove all three men away and onto their backs with AMAZING strength! The Masked Man is the first to get back up to his feet after the overpowering blow, so the Black Angel charges forward, swinging his arm out and nearly DECAPITATING Masked Fury with an ENORMOUS lariat! Masked Man flips in mid-air before falling due to the force of the blow, and Aecas turns to stalk his other two opponents. “What a giganormous start to the match!” Comet proclaims, “Aecas is having his way with all three opponents! With this being one fall to a finish, this may not last very long before Aecas is crowned champion!” “And what a cruel hand of fate that would be for Alan Clark,” Riley agrees, “Matter of fact, if anyone besides Clark wins this it would be. He worked so hard, going sixty minutes with Landon Maddix, and to have it taken away ten days later…man, that would rock. Come on, challengers! Challenge!” Cortez is the next to rise up, but Aecas traps him against the turnbuckle and begins driving hard right and left forearms into the head of the Urban Legend! The Black Angel follows this up with one deliciously hard uppercut, and then grabs him by the waist of the pants and the head, tossing him out of the corner…and right into Alan Clark! Todd’s head nails the Champion in the midsection, causing both men to fall in almost a spear-like move! Seeing all of his opponents on the mat, Aecas raises his arms into the air, letting out a ROAR as the Kingdome (*trumpets blare*) cheers! “AY – KISS!” “AY – KISS!” Aecas doesn’t have long to celebrate, however, as- *CHING!* -The Masked Man weakly brings his fist up into the Black Angel’s black (well, hopefully not) testicles! Aecas doubles over, but shakes this off. Then, the Sexual Maskosaurus leaps onto Aecas’ back and wraps his arm across his throat, executing a rear naked choke! The Black Angel is much stronger, however, and grabs TMM by the head, flipping him over his shoulder and slamming him onto the mat! As he moves up to his very tall vertical base, he’s surprised as Todd Cortez and Alan Clark come from behind, slamming their shoulders into both of his knees, executing a double shoulder block that drops the huge Black Angel down to the mat! “And the contest’s biggest competitor is finally taken down!” Comet announces, “it took long enough, but if Citizens Cortez, Clark, and Mask can keep Aecas out of the fight, they stand much better chances at winning.” “Wow, Comet, that was the most insightful tidbit I’ve heard today!” “Bobbo, it’s true. The three other men in the match are similarly sized. If the giant can be neutralized, the match will be much more even.” As Aecas hits the ground, Clark bends his arm and drops down with an elbow drop, while Cortez uses his head (literally!) and drops down with a falling headbutt onto the Black Angel’s abdomen! The Masked Man, rising up from his grounded position, joins in on the fun by leaping up and hitting a double stomp right onto his jimmies! *CHING!* Masked Fury ‘bounces’ off of Aecas’ crotch and, seeing the Urban Legend get back to his feet, kicks his legs out, nailing Todd Cortez right in the face with a dropkick that takes him down to the mat! Though the dropkick is a bit sloppy, it still connects, and as Mask falls back, he lands on Aecas, in almost a senton splash! Unfortunately, despite attacks to his chest and testicles, the Black Angel is still a behemoth, and he shakes off these blows, PRESSING Masked Man up off of his body in almost a bench press-like move and slamming him onto the mat WITH AUTHORITY! Clark and Cortez both get to their feet, and seeing Aecas already up again, leaning against the ropes, they decide to team up, holding each others’ hands (aww…) and stretching their connected arm out, running forward and surprising Aecas with a double clothesline that sends him over the top rope and down to the floor! “LET’S – GO – AL – AN!” *clap – clap – clap-clap-clap* “LET’S – GO – AL – AN!” *clap – clap – clap-clap-clap* With Aecas out of the picture (albeit temporarily), Todd and the champ square off. They lunge at each other as if to initiate a lockup, but Cortez is slightly quicker, and he fires off a palm strike to the forehead of Clark! And another! A third! He grabs Alan by the wrist and whips him towards the ropes. The champion hits the ropes and rebounds, as the Urban Legend spins around with his arm extended, as if for a discus clothesline, but Clark ducks! He charges to the opposite ropes, and Todd turns around just to see Alan leap through the air and drive his forearm into Cortez’s head, sending him to the mat! “With the monstrous Aecas and the…weird Masked Man currently out of the picture,” Comet begins, “we may just see an amazing wrestling clinic between Citizens Cortez and Clark!” “Don’t discriminate, Comet,” Riley chastises, “Our Sexual Maskosaurus isn’t weird, he’s simply out there for an opportunity.” “Bobbo, what does that have to do with being weird or not?” “It doesn’t. I just needed to argue.” During the exchange between Cortez and Clark, The Masked Man has spied with his little eye something that starts with an A, and he sneaks outside of the ring, behind the behemoth, and blindsides him with a forearm to the back! And a barrage of blows! Aecas turns around to meet Masked Fury, but is hit with hard right hands! And more! In fact, he’s been using so many, TMM has to pause and give his arm a rest. But that’s all Aecas needs. The Black Angel doesn’t even FEEL Mask’s shots, and he simply uses his hand to palm our Sexual Maskosaurus’ face in a claw, before pie-facing him back onto the ground! As the Kingdome (*trumpets blare*) cheers wildly, Aecas brings TMM up to his feet and scoops him onto his shoulder, before charging towards the corner of the ring and slamming Masked Man’s, well, mask, into the steel pole! *THUD!* Masked Fury collapses onto the ground, as Aecas continues his assault. “That move doesn’t get a lot of credit,” Comet testifies, “but I assure you, it hurts like the dickens! The collision between skull and solid metal is NEVER a pleasant experience, especially when a psychopathic monster is catalyzing the process!” “If our Sexual Maskosaurus needs a new mask fitted because of the lump on his head, he should sue Aecas!” Riley cries. Meanwhile, back at the farm, Clark gets up from executing the forearm smash and advances over to Todd Cortez’s legs, picking up Todd’s left leg and then twisting, dropping an elbow onto it! As the Urban Legend lets out a cry of pain, Alan gets back up to his feet and again drops an elbow onto the knee! After he connects, he rises up again and this time pulls on Todd’s leg, forcing him up to his feet. Clark keeps a tight hold on the leg to execute a dragon screw leg whip, but Cortez anticipates this and jumps up, swinging his free leg around for an enzuiguri! *CRACK!* Cortez’s foot connects perfectly with the back of Clark’s head, and the Triple Crown champion drops down to his knees, the kick rocking his world. Seeing this situation, the Urban Legend decides to take advantage of it, and he charges to the ropes. As he builds momentum coming back, Todd presses his left leg off of Clark’s knee and swings his right leg around, connecting with a shining roundhouse kick to Alan’s temple! *CRAAAACK!* “OOOOOOOOH!” “Good GRACIOUS!” Comet exclaims, “Bobbo, did you see that?” “Uh, yeah. It IS right in front of us, after all. Anyway, Todd’s lucky that Clark didn’t work on his knee anymore, because that move might’ve hurt a lot more to pull off.” As Clark flops down to the canvas, Cortez sees a golden opportunity and turns him over, pressing down on top of him and hooking a leg for the first pinfall in the match! “ONE” “TWO!” “THR – “ …but Clark doesn’t get a chance to kick out, as the Black Angel reenters the fray, stomping down on Todd’s back and stopping Nick Soapdish’s count! Aecas grabs Todd by the head and roughly brings him up to his feet, running forward and slamming him face-first into the turnbuckle! As Cortez turns around, leaning against the corner, Aecas fires off three HARD forearm shots to his jaw! *BAM! BAM! BAM!* With Cortez reeling, Aecas takes him by the wrist and whips him into the ropes. Todd returns, and Aecas charges forward, swinging his arm around and catching the Urban Legend square in the face with a HUGE forearm smash! *BOOOOM!* Cortez falls down hard on the mat upon impact, but Aecas does not hesitate in bringing him back to his feet. The Black Angel locks him in a tight front facelock, grabs Todd by the waist, and hoists him into the air, upside down, before falling backwards, spiking Cortez’s head on the mat with a brainbuster! As Aecas stoops down over Todd, the Masked Man is back and climbing the top rope nearest to the 300-pound monster. With Aecas bending over, TMM sees his opportunity, leaping off the top rope with his legs extended, nailing the back of Aecas’ neck with a legdrop of sorts, sending him to the mat! “Our Sexual Maskosaurus finally makes an exclamation in the match!” Comet proclaims, “He took down the monstrous Aecas! One has to wonder how long this will last, though.” “Well,” Riley replies, “Clark and Cortez both got their skulls rattled, and now Aecas is down, so it looks like the Masked Man is clearly winning!” Masked Man stands, kicks Aecas under the bottom rope, and sees both Cortez and Clark down on the mat. He rushes over…and covers Alan Clark! “ONE!” ”TWO!” KICKOUT! Not disappointed in the least, TMM gets off of the Wayward Son and rushes over to Todd Cortez, now covering him! “ONE!” ”TWO!” “THREEEEENO!!!” NOW Mask is disappointed, but the Kingdome (*trumpets blare*) crowd suddenly begins cheering wildly…as Aecas rolls back into the ring and sits up, unbeknownst to TMM! Still, Masked Fury walks back over to Clark, who is already recovering in the opposite corner. TMM nails him with right hands to the face, and then turns him around, hitting a clubbing forearm to his back! He then traps Alan’s arms in a double chickenwing, twisting around to nail his Unprettier, the Masked Avenger, but Clark shoves him off… …RIGHT TO AECAS! The Black Angel clasps his hand around Mask’s throat! Before he can do anything, though, the Triple Crown Champion charges at Aecas, but the Black Angel responds by trapping HIM in a goozle! Mask and Clark look at each other for a brief second, silently communicating. That brief second is all they need, as they simultaneously stomp down, on Aecas’ feet! This stuns the Black Angel, and they follow it up with a double kick to the gut, doubling him over! They both capture their bigger foe in a front facelock, falling back and dropping him onto the mat with a double DDT! “WAY – WARD – SON!” “WAY – WARD – SON!” “Hey now, that’s not fair!” Riley cries, “Our Sexual Maskosaurus was just as much a part of that move as Alan Clark was, and yet these fans cheer only for Clark! I expected better from the Kingdome (*trumpets blare*).” “Bobbo, Masked Fury has done some…questionable things lately. It’s not surprising that they don’t support him.” Aecas is down, Cortez is down, and it’s down to Clark and Mask. The two men initiate a collar-elbow tie, but before anything can come of it, TMM breaks it and rears back, slapping Alan across the face! *SMACK!* “OOOOOOOOOOH!” Before the champ can react, TMM ducks around him and, once back-to-back with him, grabs onto his head and falls forward, nailing him with a neckbreaker! Hoping to take down the champion before the other two competitors recover, Mask picks the Wayward Son up and traps him in a front facelock, grabbing his tights and lifting him upside down in the air, looking for the Cautionary Tale of Sexual Maskosaurus! …but Clark shifts his weight, dropping down on his feet behind TMM! Alan runs to the turnbuckle, leaping onto the second turnbuckle, and then the top! He turns around and leaps off as Mask turns around, wrapping his legs around his neck, twisting around and flipping back with a HUGE hurracanrana! As Masked Fury hits the mat, Clark holds onto the move and pins Mask’s shoulders onto the mat, as Nick Soapdish counts! “ONE!” “TWO!” “THREEEEEEEEE-“ NO! MASK GETS THE SHOULDER UP! As Masked Man rolls away, closer to the ropes, Alan Clark gets to his feet…but Todd Cortez, who’s on his knees behind Clark, grabs onto the waistband of his tights and pulls them, slamming him back-first into the corner! Cortez stays in his position, but scissors his legs around Alan’s ankle and trips him down with a drop toe hold! With Clark on his stomach, the Urban Legend rolls over Alan’s side and turns him over, into an Oklahoma Roll pinning predicament! “ONE!” “TWO!” “THREEEEENO!” Both men hurry to their feet, but as they face each other- *BOOM!* -Aecas charges with both arms extended, running both men over like a Mack truck with a double lariat! “And everyone’s coming out of the woodwork!” Comet proclaims, “These men know what it’s going to take to win the Triple Crown Championship, and they’re ready to pull out all the stops necessary to ensure their victory!” “And to think, Masked Man is smartest of all,” Riley chuckles, “I mean, just lie there like a pro! Let everyone else kick each other’s asses, while you clean up their mess! Beautiful!” Aecas, however, seemingly hears Riley, and stalks over to our Sexual Maskosaurus and pulls him up to his feet harshly! Without any hesitation, the Black Angel places Mask in a standing headscissors, and reaches down, scooping him up in powerbomb position, before letting TMM drop down, so he’s hanging by a thread! Aecas lets the Kingdome (*trumpets blare*) crowd see this, and then spins around, dropping to his knees and SPIKING THE MASKED MAN WITH THE EXECUTIONER! “OOOOOOOOOOOH!” “AY – KISS!” “AY – KISS!” Before Aecas can cover, the recovering Todd Cortez and Alan Clark are able to kick their legs out, nailing a double sweep to Aecas’ ankles, which sends him down to the mat! With Aecas down, the Wayward Son gets to his feet and runs to the nearest turnbuckle, springing up to the top rope and leaping, twisting around 180 degrees before flipping a full 450, hitting the Black Angel with an enormous WAYWARD SPLASH! He stays right on top of Aecas, and Nick Soapdish constitutes this as a pin while Todd Cortez rushes to the ropes himself! “ONE!” “TWO!” “THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” …but the count is broken, as Cortez hit the second rope and vaulted back, nailing Clark’s back with the quebrada! “Amazing!” Comet cries, “Aecas was just hit with two amazing high-flying maneuvers!” “This isn’t fair!” Riley complains, “Aecas is down, Clark’s cheated, Mask’s DEAD…there’s a whole lotta deceit going on!” With both men off of him, Aecas absentmindedly rolls under the ropes and out of the ring. Cortez and Clark are on their feet, and they begin arguing about the last exchange! Todd shakes his head with a slight grin on his face and takes two steps back…and then fires off his left leg with a superkick! No! Clark catches the leg, twists around, and flips Todd down to the mat with a dragon screw leg whip! With the Urban Legend on his back, Clark keeps a hold on his left leg and rolls over his body, wrenching Todd’s leg and possibly tearing his hamstring muscle! As Cortez lets out a cry of pain, Clark gets back to his feet and leaps out, dropping down back-first across Todd’s left knee! “WAY – WARD – SON!” “WAY – WARD – SON!” As Alan and Todd continue their battle, a very angry Aecas is up and on the outside of the ring! He sees TMM nearly dead on the concrete, and walks over, peeling him off the ground. Effortlessly, the Black Angel interlocks his arm with Masked Fury’s and flips him into the air and onto the ring steps! *CRASH!* The force of the collision sends Mask right off the steps, smacking against the ground! “Aecas is lucky that Nicholas Soapdish is focused on the action inside of the ring,” Comet begins, “and thus isn’t being counted out. He’s been having his way on the outside of the ring for the majority of the match!” “Ugh,” Riley shudders, “please, don’t associate ‘having his way’ with Aecas ever again. Ever. And really, shouldn’t Soapdish be counting him out?” “Personally, Bobbo, I think these fans want to see a finish. There’s much more action inside of the ring, anyway, and Nicholas should be watching that over outside shenanigans.’ Aecas continues the massacre by grabbing Masked Man by the head and the waist of his pants, essentially ‘sliding’ him head-first into the timekeeper’s table! *CRASH!* “AY – KISS!” “AY - KISS!” Meanwhile, back in the ring, Alan Clark vaults off the second rope, backflipping through the air for a Lionsault onto Cortez’s injured knee, but the Urban Legend rolls out of the way! However, Clark is able to twist a bit extra, and land on his feet! Cortez meets him there, ducks a Clark clothesline, and spins his good leg around, nailing a high roundhouse kick to the side of Clark’s head, immediately dropping him down to the mat! Placing all of his weight on his bad leg harms Cortez as well, however, and he drops down to a knee to suck up energy, before draping down across Clark’s body! “Cortez caught Clark completely off guard with that skull-rattling kick!” Comet exclaims, “Bobbo, here comes a surprise upset!” “ONE!” “TWO!” “THREEE!” NO! CLARK GETS THE SHOULDER UP! UNBELIEVABLE! “UNBELIEVABLE!” Comet cries. As the crowd is worked into a frenzy from the action on the inside, Aecas stalks his prey on the outside. He reaches TMM by the announce table and bends down to grab his head- *DING!* -but Masked Man fires back, nailing Aecas’ forehead with the ring bell! The Black Angel doesn’t fall, but instead stumbles backwards, giving our Sexual Maskosaurus some rest. He doesn’t rest long though, no sir. Instead, he turns around, uses the table to pull himself up, and as Aecas returns, he punts him square in the testes! *CHING!* As Aecas doubles over, holding his overexploited jinx, Mask shoves him against the guardrail, backs up, and then runs forward, swinging his arm out and clotheslining the monster over the rail and into the crowd! The crowd jeers, but Mask stumbles down to the floor in an effort to, eventually, return to the ring. “And Aecas may have been taken out of the match,” Comet calls, “as he got his genitalia readjusted and got sent into the massive moat of the Kingdome (*trumpets blare*)!” “Bad, bad metaphor, Comet,” Riley replies, “but hey, everyone’s chances of winning the match just increased! Come on Mask, pull it out!” In the ring, Todd Cortez brings Clark up to his feet, ready to capitalize on the near fall. He grabs Clark by the wrist and whips him against the ropes. On the rebound, Cortez catches him by the throat and spins around, lifting him up for the Urban Assault…but Alan goes right to the injured knee, kicking it and causing Cortez to break the move and drop to his knees in sheer pain! Both men take a second to regain some of their strength, and the Wayward Son is up first, allowing him to capture the Urban Legend in a facelock, trapping his injured knee in his other arm. He lifts Cortez up, as if for a fisherman’s suplex, but once Todd’s vertical, he falls forward, drilling his knee HARD into the mat! Cortez lets out another cry of pain, but Clark is merciless and focused, rolling Todd onto his back and grabbing his leg, calling for the Wrath of Clark! “WRATH – OF – CLARK!” “WRATH – OF – CLARK!” Even the fans are into the Triple Crown Champion’s finisher, cheering along as Clark twists around Cortez’s leg, crooking it into a ‘4’ and falling back, completing his deadly figure four leg lock! Cortez struggles, squirms, and tries to find any way out of the excruciatingly painful leg submission! He looks, but the ropes are too far away! His hand rises above the mat- *BOOM!* “The Masked Man!” Comet proclaims, “Our Sexual Maskosaurus just broke up the Wrath of Clark by driving an elbow down into Alan Clark’s windpipe!” “Thank GOD!” Riley shouts, “The Masked Man saves us from inevitably disappointment! Thanks, Mask, glad you didn’t let these Kingdome (*trumpets blare*) fans down!” Clark untwines his legs from Cortez’s, and gets up to his feet to meet the challenge of TMM. Mask throws a punch, but Clark blocks it, grabs him by the head, and runs forward, driving his head into the nearest turnbuckle! …and TMM looks like he’s been shot. Masked Fury falls backwards, TIMBER style, onto the mat. Clark sees him down, shrugs, and goes back to Cortez, twisting around his leg again to execute the Wrath of Clark! MASKED MAN GETS UP! “He was playing possum!” Comet cries. “Smartest man alive!” Riley rubs in. The crowd breaks into fierce jeers as, unbeknownst to Clark, TMM gets up to his feet, and stays behind Clark, surprising him with an inverted facelock! He grabs Clark by the waist and lifts him up, out of the leg lock, upside down vertically! Mask turns, and then falls forward, spiking Clark’s head into the mat with the Suruasoksam Lauxes Fo Elat Yranoituac, or an inverted, reverse Cautionary Tale of Sexual Maskosaurus! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” The Masked Man falls on top of Clark, as Aecas climbs over the barricade and advances towards the ring, and as Cortez comes to his senses. Nick Soapdish counts! “ONE!” “TWO!” Aecas slides into the ring! Cortez leaps! “THREEEEEEEEE!” …but it’s too late! *DING DING DING* Masked Man moves out of harm’s way and slides out of the ring, falling onto his knees and raising his arms in the air! “Ladies and gentlemen,” Funyon announces, “your winner of the match, and NEW S – W – F Triple Crown CHAMPION, THE MAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSKED MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!” “This is NOT RIGHT!” Comet exclaims, “Clark had the match won!” “But Masked Man used his HEAD!” Riley defends, “That’s the whole point! He outsmarted everyone in the damn match, and now he’s the champ! Sorry, Clark, that’s the cruel hand fate will deal ya!” Nick Soapdish takes all three belts and drapes them over Mask’s shoulders. They are simply…effulgent. “Misirlou” kicks in again as Cortez looks bummed, Aecas looks pissed, and Clark looks knocked out cold. Masked Man grabs his briefcase and runs, as fast as he can with his injuries, backstage! “So, you think he’ll go through with the renaming of the title?” Riley asks. “I certainly hope not, Bobbo. I would say he was going to kill Bill Hearford, but according to my sources, he’s not in the building tonight!” “Well, maybe the deed’s already done!” Riley replies. “I certainly hope not. Fans, we’ve got more exciting Lockdown action coming up after the break, including our new World Champion, Janus, squaring off against Dace Night. It’s SWF Lockdown, it’s the Kingdome (*trumpets blare*), and we’ll be right back.” Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
5_moves_of_doom 0 Report post Posted June 24, 2004 At long last the SWF has returned to the Kingdom, the home of the Sacramento Kings which also happens to double as a tribute to a certain legendary wrestling heel. As others have noted, it’s a sold out crowd, full of energy and passion. Funyon’s standing by, ready to give the introductions for yet another match. Comet: Welcome back fans, in case your just now tuning in I’m.... Riley: Look over there, a crime! Comet: Where!? Suddenly, Nada’s Surf sarcastic anthem “Popular” blasts over the loud speakers, setting off as serious of groans and jeers. Like bubbling foam, gold pyro fountains from the top of the entrance ramp when MVS enthusiastically leaps out of the locker room in surprising fashion. Wearing a snug smile, MVS struts down the aisle like he’s the best thing since toilet paper. Funyon: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a No D.Q. Submission Match. Introducing first, weighing in at 226 pounds, hailing from Harrison, Illinois..........MIKE VAN SICLEN! Taking his time, MVS opts to point and spit trash talk the fans rather than enter the ring. It isn’t until MVS exchanges words with everyone in the front roll that he finally steps inside the squared circle. Nada Surf fades back into obscurity as the hypnotic bass line of In Flames comes seeping out of the speakers. Recognizing the familiar melody, the crowd goes bananas! Funyon: And his opponent, weighing in at 245 pounds, hailing from Louisville, Kentucky......................DANNY WILLIAMssssssssssssssssssssss!!!! The three time Champion stomps his way out of the locker room with quiet intensity. Even though he’s coming off a huge loss, the Sacramento crowd gives Danny a Champion’s welcome. Losing their minds, the fans mass around the guardrail, creating total pandemonium! Focused on the task at hand, Williams doesn’t even bother to acknowledge his legions of fans as he eagerly slides into the ring. With both men ready in their corners, Soapdish calls for the opening bell. Ding! Ding! Ding! The opening bell brings forth a rousing round of applause, evidently the fans are looking forward to this one. Moving with pre-caution, Williams and MVS creep out of their corners, easing their way towards the center of the ring. Getting a feel for one another, the two men glide around each other in circles, carefully scanning their opponent for a weakness. Comet: The last time we saw citizen Williams in a submission match, he did the impossible and made the legendary foul mouth villain, Nielsen of the Jungle, tap out to a Cross Armbreaker. Riley: That may be true but MVS isn’t some unskilled brawler coming back from a three hundred year lay off. Mike is a reigning tag team Champion who knows his fair share of submission holds. Getting within arm’s length of each other, both grapplers extends their hands, searching for a knuckle lock. Catching MVS off guard, Williams suavely slides to the canvas, tripping him up with a sudden drop toe hold. Floating in front of his vulnerable opponent, Danny clamps on a suffocating front facelock. Making a quick escape, MVS rotates out from underneath the former Champion, bending his arm into a painful hammerlock. Comet: Your right, Bobbo. MVS is no slouch in the submission department himself, afterall he is the master of the Cardinal Sin Clutch. Riley: In addition to several other holds, like my personal favorite, “The Rectal Stretch.” Enjoying on being on top, MVS drives a couple of insulting knees into Danny’s angled limb. Further flaunting his dominance, MVS smirks arrogantly at the crowd. Not appreciative of Mike’s attitude, the arena becomes alive with the sound of jeering fans. Deciding it’s time to take this baby home, MVS forcefully straightens Williams’ battered arm out, forcing it against his knee for what can only be the... Comet: Crossface Black! Riley: That’s a good one too. Having the move well scouted, Williams rolls forward, escaping the hold with unexpected ease. Instead of attacking MVS while he’s down, the former Champion tauntingly waves a finger in his face, letting him know that he won’t be taking out so easily. Riley: Can you believe the ego on this guy? Comet: He’s just confident, which is quite healthy actually. Riley: Getting MVS pissed off isn’t a healthy think to do if you ask me. He might be skinny, but he can still be a very dangerous man. Standing up with a snort, MVS angrily responds by gesturing that Williams “came this close” to having his night ended. Knowing that almost isn’t enough to get things done, Williams brushes off the heel’s taunt. Eager to tear each other apart, Danny and MVS clash together in a collar elbow tie up without delay. An intense struggle ensues but the former Champion ends up in control with a wristlock. Refusing to stay in the passenger’s seat, MVS takes Danny over with a fireman’s carry, reversing the wristlock. Returning to his feet in a spectacular fashion, Williams athletically kips up to the delight of the crowd. In a flash, Danny has MVS back in the same old wristlock. No longer intent on using the scientific method, MVS casually racks Williams’ face, forcing him to release his wrist. Comet: What a foul villainous move from The Spectacle! Riley: It may have been foul and villainous but’s legal. So I say bravo to MVS for being smart enough to take a free short cut. Comet: Blast, your right! There are no rules in this type of submission match. Grabbing the blinded Williams by the back of his head, MVS drops to his knees, busting the former Champion’s chin with a Jaw Breaker! Stunned, Danny collapses on his back allowing Mike to capture his legs and stomp his exposed gut. Celebrating Thanksgiving a little early this year, MVS snaps Danny’s legs in opposite directions with a cringe inducing wishbone! Keeping hold of the left leg, MVS applies the dreaded Spinning Toe Hold! Working up a sweat, Mike feverishly walks in circles, twisting Danny’s captured limb in a variety of painful angles. Riley: This thing might already be over, Comet! Comet: The Spinning Toe Hold has made many wrestlers submit in its’ day, will one more name be added to it’s legacy? Judging from the way Williams is reacting to the painful hold it sure seems that way, prompting Soapdish to ask him if he wants to call it a night already. Refusing to give in so soon, Williams waits for MVS to turn his back one more time and than..... Wham! boots him right in the bottom! The force of the kick sends Mike tumbling through the ropes, knocking him all the way down to the hard floor below. Hobbling to his feet, Williams frantically stretches his leg out while MVS struggles to regain his bearings on the outside. Getting the feeling back in his leg, Danny drops back into the ropes. Picking up speed, Williams darts across the ring at his rising opponent! Diving with remarkable precision, Danny glides through the ropes, bashing MVS with his trademark Elbow Suicida! Crack! MVS flies back into the guardrail and collapses forward in a lifeless heap. Forcing his rubber legged victim to get on his feet, Williams dips his head under his arm, positing him for a Kneebreaker. Dragging MVS up into the air by his leg, Danny hoists him up as high as he can and brutally drops his knee onto the steel guardrail! Clank! Cradling his knee to his chest, MVS slithers back to the floor in anguish. Forcing his agonizing foe on to his stomach, Williams grabs MVS’ boot and punishes his leg with a vicious knee stomp! Comet: Citizen Williams, getting some payback. Riley: This isn’t an “even Steven” Comet. MVS was just stretching him out a little but Williams is trying to break his damn leg! Comet: We are seeing a bit of a mean streak from the former Champion, as evident by his interview on Storm he still has Janus on his mind. I wouldn’t be surprised if citizen Williams is imagining that it’s the Hell Machine’s knee he’s destroying right now. Forcing his crippled opponent to his feet, Williams slings him back into the ring for further abuse. Instead of climbing back in himself, Danny scales the turnbuckles and swoops down on MVS as he hobbles to his feet! Crack! Williams blasts MVS off his feet with a beautiful Diving Elbow, earning the adulation of the crowd. With a vengeful glare in his eyes, Williams snatches up MVS’ left leg and uses it to turn him over into a Half Crab! Instead of taking a seat, Danny takes a few steps back, elevating most of Mike’s contorted body off the canvas. Punctuating the torturous move, Williams slams his boot down on the back of MVS’ head, holding him in place. Comet: Williams, working over MVS’ leg with his signature Half Crab variation Riley: He’s going after his bad leg too. Damn, first Janus and now this. How much longer will we tolerate the crippling of great athletes? In tongue biting pain, MVS fires his free leg at Williams, booting him in the ear and cheek. Growing irritated, Danny grabs the other leg when a cruel muse whispers a horrible idea in his ear. Inspired, Williams sadistically starts to stretch MVS’ right leg out to his side, literally forcing the poor soul to do the splits. Growing uneasy, the fans squirm and “oh” in disgust. Comet: Danny Williams, preparing to make a wish? Riley: MVS isn’t a turkey, he’s a man! Comet: Well maybe now MVS knows how the victims of the Double Wishbone feel. Soapdish pops the question but MVS is far from done. Summoning all the power in his small frame, MVS begins to push his head out from underneath Williams’ foot, performing a strenuous hand stand. Wiggling his way out from underneath the former Champion, MVS ends up laying on his back. No longer having the leverage he once did, Williams releases MVS’ right leg and performs a crunching Spinning Leg Crush on the other. Quickly lacing Mike’s aching legs around one of his, Williams traps MVS in the unescapable Indian Deathlock. Sitting up, MVS tries to stop Williams from knotting his legs only to receive a hard elbow to the face for his trouble. Riley: This punk has got some nerve, why doesn’t he quit leeching off Flesher’s work and do something original? Comet: Yes, it was indeed Tom Flesher who used the Superior Stretch to break MVS’ leg two years ago in the SJL, an injury that continues to plague him to this day. Riley: Really? I mean of course, I knew that. Everyone does. With MVS totally at his mercy, Williams stands up but before dropping back to add pressure to the submission hold he takes this golden opportunity to get the fans back on his side. Breaking character, Danny shakes his hips and points his fingers in a goofy dance, successfully getting the crowd to clap along with him. Once Williams is sure that everyone in the building is clapping, he drops back, snapping the shin and ankles of MVS! Going into pain induced spasms, MVS claws at his legs like a wild animal, struggling to tear himself free. Hustling back to his feet, Williams knocks MVS back with another elbow only to free the poor guy himself. However Mike’s situation only become dire as Williams crosses his legs for the... Comet: Superior Stretch! Interesting to note that in addition to that villain Tom Flesher, citizen Williams also used the Superior Stretch to defeat MVS two years ago. Riley: I told you this guy was stealing from Tom. Not about to be put in the hold that nearly ended his career, MVS kicks and squirms like his life depends on it. Reaching up, gets a hold of Danny’s hair and pulls him into an inside cradle. Since there are no pinfalls, MVS releases Williams and rolls to the sanctuary of the outside. Snapping his fingers in a “almost nailed him” gesture, Williams steps out on to the ring apron, spotting MVS pulling himself up with the corner guardrail. Getting a running start, Williams dives off the apron, swinging out his forearm for a Diving Elbow.... CLANK! but nobodies home! Clutching his numb forearm, Williams cradles up in the fetal position while MVS rolls back inside the ring. Riley: He outsmarted him, Comet! Comet: It looks like the collision with the safety barrier may have injured Williams’ elbow arm, this could obviously limit his offense as well as give MVS a huge target to exploit. Back inside, MVS wildly shakes his leg out, trying to wake it up. It takes him awhile but MVS eventually gets his leg strong enough to walk on again. Walking with a slight limp, MVS goes to the outside and makes his move. Snatching a steel chair, MVS makes his way over to Williams, dragging his bad wheel behind him. Showing no shame, MVS ruthlessly hammers Danny’s arm with the chair. The sound of steel on bone echoes through the arena with a series of sickening smacks. Soapdish keeps his distance, knowing that there’s nothing he can do. Comet: There’s no need to resort to weapons, this isn’t a hardcore match! Riley: No but this is a submission match without any rules. Therefore, anything you do to get the submission is clean and legal. Tossing the broken chair aside, MVS wraps Williams’ busted arm around the guardrail, contorting it into a nasty hammerlock. Soapdish on scene, listening closely for the submission. There’s none to be heard though as Danny bites his tongue, refusing to say the magic words. Getting frustrated, MVS releases Williams only to drill the captured limb with a standing dropkick! Leaving Williams to anguish on the floor, MVS slides into the ring where he is greeted bu a rousing round of jeers and boos. “M.V.S. SUCKS! M.V.S. SUCKS! M.V.S SUCKS!” Mike loves the attention though, welcoming the chant with open arms. Pacing back and forth on the outside, Williams shakes out his arm to no avail. Taunting the former Champion, MVS mockingly mimics Williams’ actions. Bad arm or not, Williams isn’t gonna let this continue. Danny slides into the ring only to find his arm and should on the receiving end of some well place stomps. Snatching Williams up by his hair, MVS snapmares him into the center of the ring where he quickly slaps on a step over armbar. Comet: Finally, MVS is using a wrestling move to attack Danny’s arm. Riley: I’m actually disappointed, surely he can exploit the no d.q. anit-rule a little more before going for the W. Searching for the submission, MVS hops up and down like a mad man, really putting the pressure on Danny’s elbow and forearm. Williams is in horrible pain but he isn’t even close to getting up. Getting wild up, the Sacramento fans start an encouraging chant of... “Dan-e! Dan-e! Dan-e!” Refusing to let his fans down, Williams fights his way up to a vertical base. Slipping behind Mike, Williams unleashes a series of pounding forearms to his back but despite getting the stuffing knocked out of him, MVS keeps the step over armbar tightly applied even though he looks silly with a man’s arm sticking out between his legs. Since beating him silly isn’t getting Danny anywhere, he simply hook MVS’ waist with his free arm and dips his head under his arm pit. With MVS in position, Williams quickly snaps backwards... Bam! driving him into the canvas with a hard Belly to Back Suplex! Both men are down and the crowd is ecstatic. Comet: Wow, what an innovative counter from Danny Williams. Riley: Let’s see how far he get’s without his elbow arm. Free from MVS’ kung fu grip, Williams sits up and wiggles his fingers, doing his best to restore the blood flow to his hand and arm. Shaken up from the Suplex, MVS wobbles to his feet only to get cut down by a picture perfect Dropkick! Having bought himself some more time, Williams continues to nurse his arm. Getting back on his feet, Danny leans against the ropes, waiting for MVS to rise again. Once MVS makes the mistake of getting up, Williams speeds off the ropes and with his left arm, drags his opponent to the canvas with a brutal Neckbreaker Drop! Comet: Even without the use of his elbow, citizen Williams can be still be very dangerous. Sitting MVS up, Williams wraps his arm around his throat for the... Comet: Buffalo Sleeper! The fans come to their feet but to their disappointment, MVS flips Danny off his shoulder with a sudden armdrag! Keeping Danny grounded with a wristlock, MVS jumps up into the air, dropping his leg across his arm! Holding his crushed arm, Williams rolls out on to the ring apron in the blur, putting some difference between himself and MVS. Rubbing his throat, MVS sizes Williams up, closely watching him as he pulls himself up with the ropes. Letting Danny get on his feet, MVS bullets into a corner, leaping on to the second rope with cat like agility! Springboarding into the air, Mike athletically twists around, dropkicking Danny right off the ring apron! Riley: What a move from Hollywood! Comet: Indeed, if it wasn’t for his lack of morals he could pass for a superhero. The acrobatic maneuver slightly aggravates MVS’ knee but the pain is only brief and he’s back on his feet in no time. Feeling that he deserves some respect for performing such a stunning move, MVS egoistically motions towards himself, demanding the crowd show some respect. This triggers a familiar chant... “MVS SUCKS! MVS SUCKS! MVS SUCKS!” Williams groggily climbs up on the ring apron, prompting MVS to give up on the fans and get back to work. Helping Danny the rest of the way up, MVS sets him up for a Vertical Suplex and brings him into the ring the hard way! Boom! Immediately jerking Williams back up by his arm, MVS twists his bad limb with a arm wringer which he quickly segues into an armbar takedown! But Williams stubbornly refuses to go down, resulting in a epic battle of wills! Comet: MVS is looking for that Crossface Black again but citizen Williams is resisting with every ounce of strength of his body! Riley: He’d better because of MVS get’s that baby on it’s curtains. The crowd stats to heat up as MVS uses his superior leverage to slowly push Danny closer and closer to the certain doom of the canvas. Shaking his head in defiance, Williams suddenly drops to a single knee, throwing MVS off with a hiptoss from out of nowhere! Rolling to his feet, MVS charges Williams.... Blam! only to get caught with a absolutely evil Belly to Bell Suplex! Crawling off MVS, Williams puts his pain aside so that he can capitalize on the situation. Snatching his stunned adversary’s arm, Danny drops back to the mat, scissoring the captive limb for the Cross Armbreaker! Comet: JUJI-GATAME! Riley: Not that damn move again! Before Danny can fully lock on the move, MVS wisely links his hands together, blocking it in the nick of time. Intent on breaking through MVS’ defenses, Williams begins wildly kicking his hands. Knowing that he can’t hold out forever, Mike rolls over on Williams, folding him up in a school boy position. Doing what any heel would do in the same situation, MVS scrapes his boot across Williams’ eyes, forcing him to release his arm. Riley: Beautiful counter wrestling from the Spectacle! Comet: MVS is certainly taking advantage of this match’s lack of rules. Giving Danny a taste of his own medicine, MVS grabs the abused arm of the former Champion and drops back for a counter a Cross Armbreaker of his own! In horrific pain, Williams frantically kicks and stomps his feet, searching for ropes that can’t be found. Fearing the worse, the fans leave their seats, expecting Danny to tap out any second. Comet: Danny’s tapped this hold before! Riley: And he’s about to again! Ignoring the searing pain his arm, Williams desperately wiggles his way to the ropes, wrapping his legs around them. Danny looks to Soapdish but the official shakes his head at him. Williams eyes become lighten with horror as he realizes that rope breaks are no good in this match. Riley: There’s no way to go Williams, save your career and tap out! Having other plans, Williams shockingly runs his feet up the ropes, rolling himself over on his stomach! The fans “oh” and “ah” in astonishment. Comet: Now that’s how a hero exploits an absence of rules. Releasing the now useless Cross Armbreaker, MVS bends Danny’s arm over his knee and fluidity adjusts his grip to a crossface! Riley: But he fail right into a trap! Comet: THE CROSSFACE BLACK, HE’S FINALLY LOCKED IT ON! Screaming in pain, Williams pries at MVS’ hands but it’s no good, the bastard’s fingers are like an unbreakable padlock. Wrenching away, MVS makes sure to put a little more extra torque on Danny’s banged up arm, making his stay in the hold that much more less enjoyable. Standing by, a concerned Soapdish anxiously waits to the ring bell. Fearing that his career could be on the line, Williams holds his free hand over the canvas but his fans won’t let him give up. Jumping out of their chairs, the hot crowd loudly chants... “Dan-e! Dan-e! Dan-e!” at an ever increasing pace. Williams pulls his hand back and even though it’s useless, he continues to tear at MVS’ grip. Comet: Danny Williams is refusing to let his fans down again, especially after suffering such a heart breaking defeat at the hands of Janus two weeks ago. Getting frustrated with lack of submission, MVS releases the Crossface Black and mounts Williams back. Grabbing both of Danny’s arm, MVS crosses them against his throat for the feared and deadly... Comet: CARDINAL SIN CLUTCH!!! Riley: I don’t give a damn how much these idiots cheer, Danny is tapping to this bad boy! With a sadistic look on his face, MVS leans back as far as he can, nearly tearing Danny’s arms out of the sockets. But in a shocking turn of events, Williams suddenly snaps forward, flipping MVS off his back! The next think MVS knows, he’s being choked out in Danny’s favorite submission hold! Comet: BUFFALO SLEEPER! BUFFALO SLEEPER! BUFFALO SLEEEEEEEEPAH! Almost instantly turning purple, MVS grabs and tugs on the ropes but that isn’t gonna accomplish anything in this match! Reaching back, MVS desperately claws at Danny’s face and injured arm but the former Champion sucks it up, continuing to the work the hold for all it’s worth. Soon the startling reality of the situation becomes quite clear to MVS, he’s trapped and running out of air...FAST! Even though he knows his ego will never forgive him, MVS starts tapping the canvas like his life depends on it! Ding! Ding! Ding! The crowd blows the roof off the Kingdom as Williams jumps up and down with joy. MVS rests on his back, struggling to replenish his diminished air supply. For the second time tonight, “The Jester’s Dance” can be heard bouncing out of the PA. Funyon: The winner of the match by submission in 10 minutes and 15 seconds......DANNY WILLIAMS! Climbing up on the second rope, Williams raises his left arm in victory since his right is a little sore at the moment. Glad to see Danny in triumph again, the crowd goes totally ape shit. Comet: MVS was focused and prosed but in the end he simply couldn’t match the skills of Danny Williams. Riley: All I can say is that Williams is lucky that this was a no D.Q. submission match, MVS was in the ropes dammit. Comet: I don’t think that really matters, Bobbo. It’s not like Williams wasn’t in a similar situation with the Cross Armbreaker. Riley: Whatever, he still isn’t getting no title shot that honor belongs to Tom and Tom alone. Comet: Well that remains to be seen. Fans, we have to take short commercial break but please stay tuned...there’s plenty of more SWF action headed your way! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
5_moves_of_doom 0 Report post Posted June 24, 2004 "Welcome back citizens to SWF Lockdown!" Cyclone begins but interrupted by his announcing partner Bobby Riley. "Those were some fine commercials, eh Comet?" "Commercials, Robert?" Comet responds rather confused before trailing off to silence, "I don't think I noticed..." "Well they were some great commercials, Comet. Maybe you should pay some more attention next time." Riley says with a bitter tone in his voice. "I'm here to announce matches for the Smarks Wrestling Federation, not watch commercials Riley. Speaking of matches," Comet tries to get back on task, "our next one is sure to be electric as two of the top cruiserweights in the business today face off for the SWF's very own Cruiserweight Title. Tonight Citizen Dangerous puts his pride and joy on the line against Citizen Sly." "And there's nothing Austin would like more than to take Johnny's pride and Johnny's joy away from him here tonight. Austin has been on a tear as of late looking to claim his very own gold here in the SWF and has fallen tragically short every time. Things might go differently for him here tonight, though." Riley pauses, waiting for Funyon to climb in the ring. "We're about to find out as this match is almost ready to get underway!" The lights in the arena change to a dark blue that engulfs the arena. The sound of an acoustic guitar floats through the air. This time, instead of Austin Sly walking out of the back, NTD comes out to a mixed reaction. Some people make swooning noises at the former wrestler because of his lack of pants. Un-phased, he makes his way down the ramp waving to the crowd as Funyon makes the announcement. "Making his way to ringside, he is a Smarks Wrestling Federation legend, NTD!" NTD walks around the ring and makes his way toward the announcer’s table as the lights in the arena fade back to normal. "I think he's coming our way, Riley!" "Make him welcome, Comet. He's an SWF legend!" "... just like the two of us." Comet mumbles off. NTD makes his way to beside Riley where there's already a chair and headset conveniently set up for him. He reaches over and shakes both Riley and Comet's hands before taking his seat. "Hey Comet! Hey Riley! I just thought I'd come join you two at ringside and get the best possible view of Austin's match so that I could watch him win the Cruiserweight title here tonight!" NTD exclaims with confidence. "Citizen Dangerous isn't a pushover, NTD. Citizen Sly is going to have to fight hard if he wants to be a champion tonight." Comet explains to the Pantsless Wonder. The lights in the arena once again change to a dark blue as this time Austin makes his way from backstage. The fans climb to their feet to show that they disapprove of the young man from the Midwest. He doesn't seem to notice though as he calmly struts to the edge of the stage to stretch his arms and neck. The lights in the arena get violent and start to swirl before he continues his walk down toward the ring. "The following match is a cruiserweight rules match and scheduled for one fall for the Cruiserweight Championship! Making his way to the ring first from St. Louis, Missouri weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds, Austiiiiiin Slyyyyyy!" Austin jumps up onto the apron and hooks his arm on the top rope. He looks through the arena, not focusing on anyone or anything in the crowd, just taking it in before he climbs into the ring through the middle rope. He makes his way across the ring and leans on the ropes awaiting his opponent. Johnny Dangerous! The name of the SWF's Cruiserweight champion is announced by a sultry female voice and quickly followed by My Life With The Thrill Kill Cult's "After The Flesh". The smoke machines under the stage are set to high as it clouds bellow up completely immersing the stage. Strobe lights illuminate the stage as Johnny Dangerous makes his first appearance, much to the delight of the fans. He passes through the smoke and down the ramp, giving the occasional fan a high five. "Making his way to the ring from Las Vegas, Nevada weighing in at two hundred and seventeen pounds, he is the SWF Cruiserweight Champion, Johnny ‘The Barracudaaaaa’… Daaangerouus!" Funyon announces, before making his way out of the ring. Johnny makes it to ringside, but doesn't climb in immediately as Austin is now on the prowl for him. Following his every move ready to pounce if he comes into the ring. Eventually, Johnny has no choice but to slide in under the bottom rope and take the consequences. Sly immediately pounces on the champion as the ring bell signals the start of the match. DING DING DING Johnny slides into the middle of the ring where Austin is waiting and delivers a kick to Johnny's side. Sly reels his foot back for another kick, but Johnny reaches over and pulls his other leg out from under him causing Austin to crash down to the mat on his back. The Barracuda kips up and onto his feet as his opponent climbs to a crouching position. Johnny spins around looking to connect with a roundhouse kick but Austin ducks out of the way and seizes the opportunity to bring his shoulder up and into Johnny stomach. This doesn't slow the cruiserweight champion down much though as he delivers an elbow to the top of Austin's back. Austin uses his weight as leverage to pick Johnny up off the mat completely and carry him the short distance to the corner turnbuckle. Austin, against his own planning, quickly finds himself on the receiving end of a pretty hard shove out of the corner. He then becomes the recipient of a mule kick as he comes charging back in towards Johnny. Austin falls away from the corner the champ is standing in. "Looks like the opening exchange isn't fairing too well for the challenger." Comet remarks. The Cruiserweight champion comes charging out of the corner to drop an elbow into Austin's midsection. He quickly darts back to his feet just to drop another elbow in the same region as before. Having wore his opponent down a little; Johnny pulls him to his feet just to DDT him back down to the mat. Having grounded Austin for a bit, Johnny goes for the first cover in the match. Soapdish counts. One! Austin kicks out before a two count. Johnny climbs to his feet once again before pulling Austin up by his wrist. "Thanks Todd he kicked out," Riley remarks, "not that there was any doubt in my mind he would, I'm just happy he did." Sly breaks Johnny's hold on his arm and quickly latches a hold onto the champions before pulling his arm in and catching Johnny's head in a headlock. Johnny tries to battle back and shoves his head out of the hold, but it only causes Austin to tighten down more. Johnny's body begins to be drained of air as his face visibly becomes a shade of red. The crowd gets behind Johnny as they begin chanting his name trying to cheer on their champion. Somehow it works as Johnny drives his elbow into Austin's side causing him to release the hold. Free from the hold, Johnny takes to his feet as he runs across the ring and bounces off the ropes only to be met with a clothesline from his opponent who had followed him across the ring. Austin once again goes to work on Johnny's side delivering a few stiff kicks into his ribs. Austin becomes tired of this momentarily and elects to pull Johnny up by his hair before locking on a chicken wing stretch trying to work on his hurting side. Soapdish offers Johnny a chance to tap out and end the match now, but he refuses the opportunity in favor of keeping his beloved title. "Is this one of the things you two worked on together this past week NTD?" Riley inquires from his temporary announcing partner. "We worked on everything you've seen here so far tonight Riley and I'm glad to see it's coming together well." NTD replies with a boast of confidence. "It doesn't that you two worked on much then as Citizen Dangerous has almost dominated the entire match." Cyclone bitterly comments. Johnny pulls his entire body towards the ropes causing Austin to have to adjust forward to keep his weight on the hold and allowing the champ to get his foot closer to the ropes. Johnny repeats his movements once again working himself a little further towards the figurative "get out of jail free card" that is a rope break. The Barracuda's third try at a rope break is a successful one and Austin has no option but to break the hold if he wants to win a title tonight. Soapdish doesn't even have to exercise his five count to force Austin to break his hold, all though the challenger does deliver a fist to the back of Johnny's head as he backs away from him. This does more to anger the champion than hurt him as Johnny shoots around to face Austin once again. He comes charging after Austin and tries to deliver a spinning heel kick to his opponent's face, but it's narrowly ducked. Catching the champion off guard, Austin whips Johnny across the ring towards the ropes. Johnny is able to maintain his composure and jumps onto the rope in order to propel himself back with great force leaving his elbow up and out trying to make contact with any part of Austin. Austin isn't anywhere around Johnny though as he's bounced off the perpendicular ropes and comes flying out of the champions blindside to hit him with a hellacious clothesline. "Ohhh! That's got to hurt! Johnny almost got turned inside out with that clothesline!" NTD yells out over the fans disapproval. "He didn't even see that coming. I almost feel bad for the soon to be former champion." Riley pauses for a second. "Wait, no I don't." Having flattened his opponent temporarily, Austin sees the chance to put the match away here. Austin takes off for the closest set of ropes and jumps onto the middle one. He launches himself backwards... Sky Surfer! ... Onto Johnny's knees. The Barracuda got his legs up just in time for Austin's torso to bounce off of them. Austin screams out in pain upon impact before bouncing over and onto his back. Both men lay in pain on the mat as Soapdish begins his count. One! Neither man moves. Two! Johnny stirs a little. Three! "Come on Austin get up! This is your chance!" NTD cheers his protege on. Four! Johnny rolls over onto his hands and knees. Five! Johnny launches himself over to on top of the challenger forcing Soapdish to stop his count in favor of a different one. One! Two! Th - noooo! Austin kicks out with authority. Both men slowly pull themselves back up to their feet. Austin makes the first move as he lurches forward at Johnny and connects with a knife edge chop to the champ's chest. Johnny quickly returns the favor with a knife edge chop to the still hurting chest of Austin Sly. The crowd starts getting into the action as the two exchange chops, following Johnny's up with "woos". Austin fires a chop back at Johnny, but the favor is almost instantly returned by the champion. "Wooo!" Austin clutches at his chest, but still has enough strength to send another chop Johnny's way. Once again, Johnny follows it up with a chop of his own. "Wooo!" Austin doesn't have a return this time though as he just grabs at his chest. Johnny continues to assault him though with more frequent chops causing him to back up towards the ropes. Chop. "Wooo!" Chop. "Wooo!" Austin feels the ropes behind him and quickly utilizes this to his advantage by bouncing off the ropes in order to spear Johnny to the mat. Austin sends a few rapid-fire punches to Johnny's face while he has the chance before Soapdish tries to break the two up. Johnny is slow to get up and seems to have problems with his balance once he's actually on his feet. "By the way Johnny is standing, it looks like Austin might have hit him in the ear on accident with one of those blows." Riley notes. "Yeah... uh... on accident." NTD mumbles. Austin grabs hold of Johnny's shoulders and quickly turns him so they're face to face. The challenger kicks the former spy in the midsection, bending him down in pain, before he shoves his head between his thighs. Austin strains to lift Johnny up and onto his shoulders preparing for a powerbomb, but is able to get it off still even if he does stumble slightly forward. Johnny reaches out trying to grab hold of the bottom rope as Austin reels him back up to set him up for another. Somehow Austin is able to get Johnny back up and onto his shoulders even with the pain radiating from his midsection. Sly brings the champion slamming down on his back again, but this time they're close enough to the ropes for Johnny to grab a hold of the bottom one. Austin tries to pull Johnny off and away from the ropes, but his grip is to tight and Austin hurts too much to attempt it at the moment. Austin instead decides to walk away and reorganize his attack, leaving Johnny lying in the ring flat on his back. Austin heads for the ropes and exits the ring towards the announcer’s table. "Oh! Citizen Dangerous is down here! This might just be the break that Citizen Sly needed. He's heading out of the ring though... what's he doing now?" Comet announces, excited by the action. "I think I know what he's doing here." Riley chuckles at what he's witnessing. "I know what he's doing." NTD proclaims before joining in with Riley and chuckling at the events unfolding before their eyes. Austin quickly makes his way from ringside over to the announcer’s table where he proceeds to grab one of the extra few folding chairs sitting around the table. He quickly makes his way back toward the ring and slides in under the bottom rope. By this time, the Barracuda has made his way back to his feet and is staggering about the ring only halfway conscious of the events that are occurring. Austin taps the chair on the mat as he waits for the right moment, Soapdish forever by his side warning him of the consequences if this chair shot connects. He waits... and waits... and waits... creeping in on Johnny. CRACK! Johnny connects with a stiff kick to Austin's stomach that bends him over in pain and shock. Austin releases his once tight hold on the steel chair he was previously holding over his head enough that Johnny can pull it away. The audience erupts as The Barracuda reels the chair back preparing to give Austin a taste of what he deserves for bringing a weapon into the match. Johnny looks around the arena soaking in the fan's approval "Johnny is going to get himself disqualified here! This shouldn't end this way!" NTD shouts jumping out of his seat. "This is a tragedy of epic proportions! Austin has had this match won several times and now Johnny is going to steal the title back away from him by getting himself disqualified!" Riley shouts, equally disappointed. "What do you think of your precious Citizen Dangerous now, Comet?" "I think this foul villain is going to get what he deserves." Comet responds calmly. "How can you say that Comet? You're supposed to believe in justice and righteousness! There's no justice in this ending!" NTD shouts back at Comet. "Yeah!" Riley shouts at Comet too. Johnny pulls the chair further back behind his head getting full extension on his swing before finally tightening his muscles and bringing the chair over his head with ferocious force and onto Austin's back. At least that's what would've happened if Soapdish wasn't attached to the other side behind Johnny's back pulling it away from him. The Cruiserweight Champion shoots around to face the referee who has just successfully wrestled the chair out of his hands, but Soapdish has already turned away and is disposing of the chair under the bottom ropes and out of the ring. "Now that is what I call justice!" Riley proudly announces. "I agree with you on this one Robert, the chair never should have been in this match and now it's no longer a factor without ever making an impact in the ring. Everyone is back on even grounds." Comet states with a pleasant tone. Austin, forever the opportunist, notices that Johnny's back is turned and decides to make the best of it. With a clinched fist, Austin's drops down to his knee's behind the former spy and thrusts his arm into an ever-so sensitive area that causes Johnny to buckle down in both shock and immense pain. "I think Austin just crushed Johnny's barracudas! Ha!" NTD laughs at his own pun. Bobby also joins in on the laughter. Wasting no time at all, Sly quickly pulls Johnny down and back with a roll up pin. As soon as Soapdish notices the cover and drops down for the count, Austin reaches back and grabs a hold of whatever he can find in order to gain a little extra leverage. Fortunately the referee doesn't notice and begins his count. One! "No! This isn't fair! He's got a fist full of tights!" The righteous Comet yells. "No he doesn't, shut up Cyclone!" Riley shouts back at him. Two! "Yeah, shut up Cyclone! This isn't your fight!" NTD cues in with great resentment toward Comet's accusations. Threenoooooo! Johnny kicked out! "By all that is good in the world, Citizen Dangerous somehow gathered enough strength and courage to kick out from the most un-fair of pins!" Comet erupts with enough energy to match the crowd's; "This is why he's the Cruiserweight Champion!" "John-ny" chants fill the arena as he flops over out of the pin and onto his stomach. Unfortunately he can't mount enough energy fast enough to make it to his feet before Austin begins laying into him again. Being the slightly bigger man, Sly is almost able to take his will with the grounded Johnny by sending his foot repeatedly into his opponent's side and back. Austin doesn't just settle for kicks to the downed champion though, as he'd rather humiliate his opponent than just beat him. Sly backs away from Johnny, letting him climb back up to his knees. As Johnny tries to muster enough strength to climb back to his feet, Austin gives him a constant reminder that he's still there by slapping him playfully across the back of the head while yelling at him to get up. He quickly grows tired of just slapping Johnny though, and instead decides to pull him up to his knees via the hair on the back of his head. Austin puts his fist in the center of Johnny's forehead before pulling it back ready to punch Johnny. Thwack! Johnny quickly shoves Austin's hand off the top of his head and sends a shoulder sailing into the midsection of his challenger. Sly staggers back slightly, but quickly tries to fight back with a right hand only to have it blocked by the surging Dangerous. Johnny dims the lights in Austin's attic a bit more as he sends several right hooks of his own to his opponent's temple. "Citizen Dangerous is coming surging back here with great power!" Comet gleefully remarks. Johnny hops back from the now staggering Austin and sets himself up to hit his signature Johnny Kick. As Austin begins to slump forward, Johnny shoots his leg up hoping to connect with Austin's chin. Alas, The Barracuda's plans are foiled as Austin ducks out of the way of his foot and instead grabs hold of his leg and holds it on his shoulder for a brief second before launching it away from him spinning Johnny around in the process. "Looks like Johnny just threw a breaker, Cyclone. Ha!" Riley replies with pride. "Did you just make an electrician joke?" NTD asks, stunned. The joy sucked from Bobby's voice, he mutters a response. "... yes." Regaining his strength, Sly quickly pulls Johnny's arms behind his back as he locks him into a full nelson. He suddenly realizes that he must make an impact in the match quick and uses his size as leverage to pull the slightly smaller Cruiserweight Champion up while still keeping the full nelson hold intact. Austin jumps slightly off the mat to help add extra force to the full nelson drop. Johnny bounces up and away from Austin, landing hard on the mat in a clump. Austin doesn't waste any time before he climbs on top of Johnny trying to pin him once again. Soapdish makes the count. One! Two! Three! Nooooooo! Johnny kicks out just moments before Soapdish's hand can slap the mat one last time. The arena sits in shocked silence only momentarily before some "John-ny!" cheers begin again. Austin's face contorts into one of shock before the shock fades away into anger. He quickly pins Johnny's shoulders down again and demands another count. One! Two! Kickout! Soapdish barely makes it past two this time before Johnny is able to kick his way out from under the challenger. Frustration shines from Austin's eyes as he climbs off of Johnny another time. Austin latches onto Johnny's hand and extends it into the air before delivering a kick into his exposed side. The pain in The Barracuda's side causes him to try and pull his arm in as he rolls to protect that side, but Austin doesn't relinquish the hold. He uses that arm to roll Johnny back onto his back as before he begins to drag him to the corner of the ring. About half way to the corner Sly delivers another swift kick to Johnny's side trying to ware him down. Followed by another couple of kicks. Austin finally lets go of Johnny's arm allowing him to protect his body as he rolls over in pain. His challenger, however, has already left his side and is busy climbing the corner turnbuckles. "Austin is going up top." Riley thinks for a moment, "I don't think we've ever seen this, have we?" "I don't think I've ever seen this before either. My boy has wings. Sexy." NTD remarks. Austin squats on the top turnbuckle to pause and overlook the ring. Despite the crowd’s disapproval of the events unfolding, some SWF patrons in the crowd can't help but to take the chance to capture this moment on film. Flashbulbs help to illuminate the arena as Austin carefully extends his body to an upright position before leaping from the top turnbuckle. "Shooting star press! Shooting star press! By Zeus he hit a shooting star press!" Comet screams in astonishment. The risk pays off as Austin makes hard body contact with the shooting star press. Both wrestlers bounce up off the mat with Johnny rolling onto his side and Austin bouncing over him to lay parallel. The two men seize the chance to try and gather some air back into their lungs. Sly quickly realizes that this is detrimental to his own success and tries to crawls his way over to cover Johnny. He drapes his arm across Johnny's chest for the cover. One! Two! Three! Johnny gets his shoulder up! It's too late though, the bell has rung! Austin Sly has just defeated Johnny Dangerous for the Cruiserweight Championship! The arena is filled with boos as Soapdish reaches down to pull Austin's arm up and off the mat in a sign of victory. Funyon makes the announcement to the crowd. "Your winner and new Smarks Wrestling Federation Cruiserweight Champion, Austiiiiiin Slyyyyy!" "Well guys, its been fun but it looks like my work here is done. Time to go celebrate!" NTD announces, removing his headset before standing up and making his way toward the ring. Once in the ring, NTD quickly pulls Austin up and onto his feet in order to properly raise his arm in victory. The realization of what just occurred hasn't quite settled into Austin's brain as he slumps toward his mentor, still exhausted from the match. NTD walks his friend to the ropes, letting him drop down and roll out of the ring before he exits between the middle two ropes. The two are met at the base of the ramp by Soapdish who hands the newly crowned champion his title belt. The two make their way up the ramp as the show fades to a commercial break. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
5_moves_of_doom 0 Report post Posted June 24, 2004 The inside of Landon Maddix's lavish locker-room is relatively calm. Well. If you're only looking at Landon Maddix. Around him is a different story. Megan Skye is rummaging through one of her cases looking for something to wear, Natasha's sorting out her hair in the nearest mirror and Chris Card...well...Card is just hurrying around, trying to get everyone ready. Landon meanwhile? Landon just sits back in a curiously expensive looking black leather couch, feet up on a table in front of him and a remote control in his hand while watching a suspiciously expensive looking T.V. He hardly even notices the commotion around him. Until Card steps in his view. "Err...Chris...sidestep?" "Sorry Landon. I'm jus...wait, what are you doing?" "Scouting..." Card looks confused, as he turns to the T.V, which happens to be playing an episode of hit American sitcom Friends. Turning back to Landon, Card sighs. "I guess this is like a bad episode of Friends." chuckles Natasha from afar. "Yeah. Come to think of it, it's like The One Where Nobody Is Ready And Ross Is Trying To Get Everyone Ready. Yeah, I love that one. Any minute now, Todd'll walk in wearing all of my clothes." "Forgive the tone of my voice Landon...but this ISN'T the time...for watching T.V!" "You were the one who stuck me in front of it!" Sighing again, Card agitatedly looks over to Natasha, who simply shrugs her shoulders, as if to say 'he's right'. "I stuck you in front of it...because in about five minutes, you've got a match with Ace Lezaire. No...more than that. In five minutes, you've got a shot at winning the SWF ICTV Championship. I stuck you in front of that T.V because Zenon only told us about the match an hour ago..." "I know. Asshole." "Maybe he is. But the point is, you were supposed to be scouting the tape of Lezaire I found." With a wry smile and chuckle, Landon takes his feet off the table and sits up. Card can hardly believe how frantic his night has turned out to be, and also can't believe how slowly it takes Landon to reach over and take a sip of his Pepsi Max. "I did watch it." whispers Landon, finding the drink too refreshing for words~! "The guy has a camera follow him about. He think people like him. He had trouble beating that odd Masked Guy that stole my wallet the other week...and his main move...is the Ace Crusher. Chris...I'm prepared. Just because I'm not running around looking for a new top to wear, doesn't mean I don't realise how important this match is." Admitting defeat, Card backs off as Megan casts a glare over at Maddix for his comment moments ago. Suddenly, there's a knock at the door...which Megan, Natasha and Maddix all ignore. So it's up to Card to open it, almost pulling it off it's hinges in his clear frustration to reveal THE IMMORTAL~! Benjamin Hardy standing behind it. "Can...can I get a word with Maddix?" he stutters, as Maddix finally comes around having heard his name. "That's Mr Ma..." "Sure thing Benny boy." Throwing his hands up in surrender, Card walks off back into the room as Maddix steps out and pats Hardy on the back, which catches him off-guard slightly. "Great. Well...you seem in a good mood, considering you've had this match sprung upon you tonight." "Well, yeah, I'm in a good mood. I mean, come on Ben...I've got the chance to be the ICTV Champion in about five minutes! So what, the match was 'sprung on me'. I'm a professional. Night in, night out, I have fought whoever's been put against me. Tonight is no different." "What do you think your chances are of beating Ace Lezaire tonight, who is no doubt a promising SW..." A laugh from Landon cuts a rather confused Hardy off. "Are you a gambling man Ben?" "We..." "Don't answer that. Just understand this Ben. Yeah, Ace Lezaire is a very promising athlete. But look at me. Promising athlete? You're looking at the very definition of the phrase. Tonight is MY night. I've been waiting for this moment for almost a year now, because becoming the ICTV Champion is the next step towards my destiny...my destiny being the World Heavyweight Title." With another chuckle to himself, Maddix checks his suspectly expensive looking watch as to how long he's got left to talk. "Johnny Dangerous can talk all he wants about how it was his partner's wish to become the ICTV Champion. Big deal. Wildchild didn't win the title. If Johnny Dangerous wants to do something for his partner's legacy, maybe he should take up a course in sculpting and make him an ice statue. That bleeding hearts crap does nothing for me. I'm not looking to win this title because I've got some retired wrestler to impress." "What about Chri..." "Shut up Hardy. The point is, I'm doing this because it's the next step towards my destiny. I'm doing it for ME! Janus doesn't want the ICTV Title? Well I do. Johnny wants the belt? Tough luck buddy. And Ace Lezaire? You want the belt? Buddy...this is the wrong place, the wrong time and the wrong guy to be messing with. So you ask, what are my chances? Hardy, if you are a betting man, then I'd make sure you go with the odds. And Ace...The Odds Are Against You." Another chuckle follows from the surprisingly confident Maddix, before he pats Hardy on the back again and re-enters the locker-room. Hardy meanwhile just stands looking confused, as Lockdown goes to a commercial break. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
5_moves_of_doom 0 Report post Posted June 24, 2004 Commercial break over, we return to SWF Lockdown which tonight eminates from the immortal KINGDOME~. And the masses of Suicide King fans (who were presented with special Suicide King t-shirts on their way into the building, as a thank you for showing up) proudly show off their prized Suicide King possessions...which include, and are mainly limited to, the special Suicide King t-shirts they recieved a few hours ago. One child in particular seems to prize it more than others...realising the camera is on him, and clutching the shirt to his face with love, care and the urge to suddenly blow his nose. Unsurpringly the camera cuts quickly away from him, and to the SWF's prized announce team...the homosexual of which wearing one of the King shirts, possibly to try and fit in, possibly because he's a sucker for a heel. "Welcome Citizens, one and all, once more to SWF Lockdown!" greets...well, guess who. "I am of course... CYYYYYCCLLLLOOOOOOOOOOONNNEEEEEEE COOOOOOMEEEEEEEEETT!!!" Stand, pose, piped in crowd cheers, grin. "Alongside me is the less dramatically named Bobby Riley, ready for some more action from the unique world of the SWF! For the SWF roster, recent weeks have been a time of change. Coming off of 13th Hour, Janus is the new World Champion...and surprisingly, as you saw on Storm, EVERYBODY is suddenly determined to push on up the rankings, from Alan Clark to Toxxic to Spike Jenkins...even Petey The Irish Penguin..." "I'm telling you, that was Dillon..." "...so tonight this match has been made as a special 'treat'. I, personally, use that term losely, due to the fact it features two rather notorious bad-doers." "Oh please. Comet, lose the 'holier than thou' attitude and think about it. This promises to be a great match. You've got Ace Lezaire, Canada's Greatest Hope...which, admitedly, can be likened to winning a Michael Jackson lookalike contest in terms of prestige..." "Oh, good one Bobbo. Current affairs. I like it." "...and you've got the FUTURE! Landon "La Cucaracha" Maddix, who no doubt will be guided tonight by the housewives' daughters' favourite Chris Card!" "More importantly though, this match is for the SWF ICTV Championship, vacated earlier tonight by the World Champion Janus who apparantely no longer wants or needs it. These young men do however. The ICTV Championship is known as being a springboard to the World Title, as Janus and Charlie Matthews would definately attest to..." "PREPARE...FOR...LANDON!" ...WAAAAAHHHHH... *DUM DUM* "...and, well...as usual, ole' Cyclone gets interrupted." "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" A rather abrupt beginning to "Megalomaniac" brings the fans out of their seats...albeit to boo their asses off, but they're on their feet nonetheless. After a few moments, Landon Maddix finally emerges through the curtain. Close behind him is Megan Skye, wearing a shimmering, sparkling and most importantly bank balance crippling top drawing all attention towards her. Until that is Natasha emerges after her, wearing an equally provocative black suit. And just to complete the line-up, Chris Card steps out and wraps his arms around Natasha with a smug smile. As well he should. "Hey hey, the gang's all here!" beams Riley. "What a line-up!" "Yeah." sighs his commentary partner. "I guess we know now what Landon means by 'The Odds Are Against You.'" Eventually Landon leads the way, with a slight yet noticeable limp in his step. The rest of his entourage follow after him, as still the boos ring through the arena. "Ladies and gentlemen...this contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the VACANT... SWF ICTV Championship!" booms Funyon, to a respectful cheer. "At this time...being accompanied to the ring by Chris Card, Natasha and Megan Skye. He hails from Huron, South Dakota..." "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" "...and weighs two hundred ten pounds. This is THE FUTURE... LAAAAAAANDOOOOONN... "LA CUCARACHA"... MAAAAAAADDIIIIXXX!!!" Maddix has by now climbed to the apron, and gleefully throws his arms in the air to another flurry of jeers. Megan and Natasha take up territory at one corner of the ring, as Card walks past them and slowly towards the announce table. Riley tries his best to supress squeals of glee, as Card grabs a free chair and sits down beside him. "Oh great..." mutters the unimpressed Comet. "Greetings gentlemen." sneers Card, keeping half an eye on the ring. "Hi Chris..." Riley drawls. "Well, Citizen Card, welcome to the announce position...err...forgive me for being caught offguard. You're not on my schedule to join us..." "And you're not on my schedule either buddy. Think of it as a...well...unadvertised treat. Kinda like this match." Maddix continues to stand in the centre of the ring, trying to warm up as best possible while taking occassional glances at the ICTV belt held by referee Sexton Hardcastle. BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! *BOOOOOOM!* Suddenly the baselines strike through the arena, followed closely by a huge blast of pyro. Muse's "Hyper Music" blares through the air as the crowd react to the pyro with the usual 'in awe' cheers...but the reaction is quickly changed to boos as Ace Lezaire is now standing on the stage, with his personal cameraman Steve right by him filming as ever. "And, the opponent. From Vancouver, British Columbia...he weighs two hundred and thirty five pounds. This is Canada's GREATEST Hope... AAAAAAAAAAACCCEEEE... LEEEEEZZAAAAIIIRRRRREEEEEEE!!!" With a smile and wave to his 'fans', Ace strolls down the rampway with Steve hurriedly scampering behind him. Stopping halfway, Ace comes across a fan who wants his autograph...who is conveniently holding an 'I Love Ace' sign. Not fooling anyone, Ace still gets booed by the rest of the crowd...but of course, the camera is pointed right on Ace and his 'fan' as if everyone else wasn't there. "Well, this is a very important match for both these young men." Comet reminds everyone. "Landon Maddix says that 'The Odds Are Against' Lezaire...but his opponent may just have an...'ACE'...up his sleeve." "...I'm sorry Chris. I really am." Finally Ace gets back into the real-world, or some semblance of it, and continues to walk down the aisle. Landon meanwhile watches on, the smug grin remaining plastered on his face. He's quick to back off as Ace rolls into the ring however, allowing him the space to once again pose for the unnappreciative fans. Getting no better of a responce, Ace shrugs and walks back to the centre of the ring, where Hardcastle steps in between him and Landon and demands to go over rules. "YOU BOTH SUCK! YOU BOTH SUCK! YOU BOTH SUCK!" The crowd become equal opportunity haters as both Maddix and Lezaire are shown the ICTV belt they are fighting for. Neither man seems too over-awed by the importance of the match...in fact, they're almost more worried with out sneering the other man than they are with looking at the belt. Eventually Hardcastle holds the belt high in the air, bringing some applause from the crowd... *DING DING DING!* ...before calling for the bell. Funyon is passed the ICTV title belt, which takes residence on the timekeeper's table. "So, we're ready to crown a new ICTV Champion..." observes Comet. "...and you can bet neither of these two men will be spitting over the belt." "They might do if they lose." With a smug grin, Maddix holds his hand out, looking for a shake from Ace. Looking confused, Lezaire turns to the outside and to Steve (and his camera), giving him a look which seems to say 'can you believe this guy'...but all the same, Ace does turn back around and slap Maddix's hand in some sort of respect. Now Maddix is ready to start the match, backing off and circling the ring, with Ace doing the same soon after. "YOU BOTH SUCK! YOU BOTH SUCK! YOU BOTH SUCK!" Both men meet in the centre of the ring, and snap into a tie-up. A quick jostle sees Ace push Maddix back towards the ropes, but Landon is able to spin free and into a hammerlock. Hurriedly Ace looks for an escape both high and low, before deciding to wrap on a headlock. Landon shakes his head free quickly and wrenches back with the hammerlock...but takes a back-elbow from Ace, which forces him to release the hold. Turning back around, Ace grabs an arm and looks to bar it up, but Maddix is able to armdrag Lezaire quickly over. "Feeling each other out to begin with." Comet points out. "Not a bad idea, seeing as these two men have never fought the other in their careers." "This won't last long." Card predicts. "Soon, Landon'll be knocking this kid's head off." Another tie-up brings the two together, and this time Landon pulls Ace down into a side headlock. Quickly Ace forearms his way free, pushing Landon off into the ropes and charging in after him. Raising a knee, Ace looks for a kitchen sink, but Landon sees it coming and rolls through with the knee... ONE! T... ...No, Landon pulls himself up, keeping hold of Lezaire's legs and trying to hoist him up into Disciple Clash position! Ace goes dead-weight very quickly, proving to be too strong for Landon to hoist up. So instead, Maddix goes back to plan A and floats over with Ace's legs for a pin... ONE! TWO! Kickout. Both men regain their feet, and lunge into a much more heated collar-and-elbow tie-up. This time, Ace's strength proves too much as he pushes Maddix into a corner and drives a forearm to the jaw! Maddix fires back with a forearm of his own, but takes another from Lezaire and gets whipped across the ring. Putting on the brakes halfway, Landon slides forward as Ace charges in... *SMACK!* "OH!" ...straight into a leaping leg lariat from Maddix! "What a kick from La Cucaracha!" gasps Riley, as Card can be heard clapping in the background. Ace stares blankly into space, as Maddix gets to his feet and holds his hands high in the air. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" "Well, I guess the feeling out process is done and dusted." Comet smiles. Turning back to the match, Maddix grabs Lezaire by his ponytailed hair and drags him to his feet. Ace has enough presence of mind however to drive his shoulder into Landon's gut, stopping him momentarily. That moment isn't too long, as Landon goes for a high knee... ...which Lezaire tries to counter with a back suplex, but Maddix shifts his weight and utilises a side headlock takeover to bring Ace back down to the mat. "You know, a lot of people...i.e you Comet...don't give Landon the credit he deserves." says Card. "I mean, he's a very accomplished technical wrestler..." "Yeah." "Great high-flier." "Yes, he is." "Got some stiff strikes in his arsenal." "True, true. What's he like in bed?" "Excuse me!?!" "Well, you seem to be praising everything else about the kid. It wouldn't surprise me if you knew that." "Don't worry Chris, you don't have to answer any of Comet's questions." sighs Riley. Keeping the headlock locked on, Landon grins out at his female 'companions' at ringside. Ace meanwhile kicks the mat frustratedly, knowing he just got out-manuevered which won't make for a good video highlight. Slowly Lezaire starts to fight to his feet, with Maddix doggedly hanging onto the head. The crowd seem pretty quiet, not wanting to route for either man...so Landon wakes them up by lifting his leg up, and in between Ace's legs! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" "Lowblow!" howls Comet. "What needless thuggery!" "Thuggery?" "You'd have to be a pretty lame thug to use a lowblow Comet." With a high whine, Ace crumples into the ropes...recieving a sharp kick to the chest from Maddix. The smug grin is back on "The Future"'s face, as he pulls up Ace... *SLAP!* "WHOOOO!" ...and chops him against the ropes! "Ow...bitch!" *SLAP!* "WHOOOO!" Ace's potty-mouth earns him another chop, lighting up his chest even more. Taking the opponent by the arm, the cocky Maddix looks for an irish whip, but Ace spins underneath and pulls Maddix forward into a flapjack! Landon bounces off the canvas, as Lezaire is quickly back up and charges off the ropes, diving forward with a legdrop. However, Maddix s able to roll out of the way with that, and Lezaire hits nothing but canvas. "There's the speed advantage of Maddix..." Both men scramble back up and Landon charges at Lezaire, who sees him coming and raises a boot for Landon to run into. Maddix slides underneath and trips Ace's free leg from underneath him, looking to grab a hold of the ankle but Ace rolls out of the ring to safety. "...and it seems Ace Lezaire is having problems here tonight." "Well Comet...my boy is the better man." grins Card. "This Lezaire guy is good, but not Landon Maddix good." "That's your opinion Citizen Card...I guess we shall see if it's right." "You will." Ace curses his luck and tries to regain his bearings, as Maddix pokes his head out of the ring to talk strategy with Megan and Natasha. All Ace has is his cameraman...not the ideal coach...so he quickly rolls back into the ring, getting himself as motivated as possible. Landon meanwhile turns back around, giving Ace the time he needs to regroup...either out of respect or over confidence. "YOU BOTH SUCK! YOU BOTH SUCK! YOU BOTH SUCK!" Still the fans show the competitors minimal respect, as they move forward for another lock-up... "ARRRGH!" ...but Ace thumbs Maddix in the eye... "AAAAAAARRRGH!" ...and kicks out his weak right knee in quick succession! "Lezaire goes to the knee!" booms Comet. "The same knee that Alan Clark damaged at 13th Hour!" "Smart move by Lezaire." Riley admits. Collapsing to the mat with a howl of pain, Maddix clutches his knee as Ace stands over him with a smile. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" "Citizen Lezaire has the advantage now, but he's feeling the wrath of the fans at the moment." "I'm sure he could care less." sneers Card. Maddix pulls himself back up, as Ace takes a quick step back, and slides to the deck looking for a dropkick. This time Maddix is prepared, simply raising his right leg which causes Ace to harmlessly slide under him. The Prodigy quickly scrambles up, as Maddix turns and swings out with a roaring elbow... ...which Ace ducks, taking Maddix in a waistlock. "HUUUUUUUUURRRRGH!" Ace heaves, but fails to lift Maddix who has wrapped his leg around Ace's in order to counter. In annoyance Lezaire tries again, but Maddix is able to counter a second time and starts to elbow his way free. Three or four strikes connect before Ace finally gives up and releases Maddix, but before Landon can even realise he's free, Ace dives for the leg and chopblocks it from out underneath the former Triple Crowner! "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!" Maddix crumbles to the mat, wailing in pain as his leg folds underneath the majority of his body weight and as such twists to an awkward angle. "Ooh...that was a nasty landing for the champion." groans Comet. "Something like that can tear a muscle in a second." Pain covers the face of La Cucaracha, as he reaches to clutch at his leg. Lezaire meanwhile remains on the mat with Maddix and turns him onto his front, taking the targetted leg and bending it back to wrench at the knee a little more. While doing that, Ace pulls himself up and deliberates over what to do next...deciding to hook his leg around Maddix in an Inverted Indian Deathlock position. Landon is unable to crawl away, and is resigned to his fate as Ace falls back... "AAAAAAAARRGHHHHH!!!" ...wrenching back the lower leg, and bringing out another agonised cry from The Disciple as he bridges his body so as to hook his hands around Maddix's head, pulling that back to double the pain. "Lezaire using a Sickle Hold...popularised by The Great Muta..." observes Comet. "This is quite the impressive display suddenly!" "Landon's got a lot left guys, don't you worry." grins Card, trying not to worry himself. Gritting his teeth in pain, Landon starts to try and crawl for the ropes, knowing they are his only escape. Ace meanwhile seems relaxed in the hold and still manages to smile to his unadoring fans. Still Landon crawls, getting closer and closer to the ropes... ...but Ace releases before he can reach them, rolling back to his feet and grabbing Landon by the leg. A quick kick brings yet more anguish from Maddix's mouth, before Ace drags Landon across the ring. Rolling out, Ace keeps on a'tuggin until his opponent's legs are splayed either side of the ringpost! "NO!" wails Riley. "Not them...I...I mean, not that!" With a snarl towards his opponent Ace takes the right leg... *clunk!* ...and wraps it around the ringpost, to a pop from the crowd! Hardcastle leans out of the ring and yells at Lezaire not to do it again...but either Ace unsurprisingly ignores the ref and takes the leg... *clunk!* ...wrapping it around the ringpost AGAIN! Maddix yelps out in pain and tries to clutch his knee, as Hardcastle has had enough and leaves the ring, warning Ace to get back into the ring and quit using the post, or face disqualification. This time Ace complies, holding his hands up in mock-apology and rolling back into the ring. With a grin, The Prodigy takes the right knee and holds it in the air to wails of 'NO!' from Megan and Natasha. "NO!" ...and Riley. "He's not going to do this...is he!?!" Still grinning, Ace spins around the leg and starts to lock them into figure four position! "What do you think Bobbo?" However, in locking the legs, Ace ducks his head...allowing Maddix to cradle him into a shock roll-up... ONE! TWO! NO! "Two only!" gasps Riley. "But thank Todd Ace didn't use THAT move. That would have been sacrilidge!" "Todd Royal isn't the only person who knows the figure-four leglock Bobbo." "No...but anyone using it on his Disciple should be damned for all eternity!" A little shocked, Ace gets back up as Maddix reaches his knees, hitting a right hand to the temple. Maddix tries to do his best impression of Hulk Hogan by shaking the punch off...but the second punch from Lezaire that knocks him down puts pay to that. Pulling Maddix back up, Ace lines him up for another kick to the knee, which Maddix is somehow able to hurdle. But as Maddix slowly lumbers back around, Ace hits a spinning wheel kick! Landon looks to be out, so Ace makes a rather lackadaisical cover... ONE! TWO! SHOULDERUP! Not dettered, Ace goes back to the knee and starts to grind the point of his elbow into the inside of the joint...taking Maddix's kneepad off halfway through to add more pain to the 'hold'. "You have to wonder just how long Citizen Maddix's knee will hold up to this punishment. First Alan Clark, now Ace Lezaire..." "Comet, do you not TRUST Chris Card. He says Maddix will fight back, and if Chris is that confident, then I..." Cut to Chris Card, head propped up by his hands and a worried expression on his face. "...nevermind." Ace backs away, allowing Maddix to get back to his feet slowly. As he does, Lezaire moves back in and shoves Landon backwards, into the ropes which are the only things holding La Cucaracha up at the moment. Ruthlessly, Ace kicks out at the lifeless limb, causing Maddix to slump even further back into the ropes... *SLAP!* "WHOOOO!" ...before hitting a knifedge chop...and then another kick to the knee. Landon is in serious trouble it seems, as Ace grabs him by the arm and looks for an irish whip. Maddix is able to counter though, pulling Lezaire forwards and going for a superkick... ...but Ace catches the leg, and takes Landon over with a VILE legdrag! "Ace knew coming in, that the quicker the pace of this match, the more Landon had the advantage." points out Cyclone. "Plus he knew Clark screwed up Landon's knee at 13th Hour." "Well, yes." Transitioning over, Ace flips Landon onto his front and prepares to lock in an STF. Landon knows it's coming though, so pushes up off the canvas and rolls through, ending up in perfect position to trap Ace in an anklelock! "There you go!" gleams Card. "Maddix can wrestle a scientific match too." Lezaire is still relatively fresh, and able to crawl quickly into the ropes before Maddix can get the hold fully applied. In frustration, Landon pushes away Ace's leg and tries to pull his own kneepad back up. Ace meanwhile pulls himself up, waiting for Maddix to do the same. Slowly Landon does, turning back around to meet Ace... "ARRRGH!" "OOOOWW!!" ...and BOTH men jab each other in the eye! Hardcastle saw both, but knows a double disqualification would only complicate ICTV issues and shrugs his shoulders. Meanwhile, both combatants stagger around half-sighted, until they bump into each other and swing simultaneously with right hands. Both connect and rock the recievers, with Landon the more affected by the strike. He falls back, but luckily rebounds off the ropes, and has the presence of mind to launch forward with a flying forearm! "Maddix caught him!" beams Riley. "But, how can he follow up with a bad leg?" Comet questions. "His strikes are limited by the knee, his suplexes are limited by the knee. He can't really go up top." "We'll see...my boy's got a lot of guts guys." grins Card. Megan and Natasha applaude Maddix on, as he wearily drops an arm over Ace for a cover... ONE! T... NOCHANCE! Still, Ace looks a little groggy as he drags himself up. Landon is in worse condition obviously, giving Ace time to plan out a move, deciding to simply dropkick out Maddix's knee from underneath him. Again Landon collapses to the mat, as Lezaire looks around the ring and decides that for some reason, the apron is the way to go. Maddix isn't moving, as Lezaire takes hold of the top rope...moving slightly to the side, before proppeling himself into the ring... ...hitting a slingshot rolling senton, across the knees of Landon! "OH! What innovation!" gasps Comet. "But he hurt himself. Ace hurt himself." Indeed, Ace holds his back having just sacrificed it to further hurt Maddix's knee. As such, he can't follow up quickly, which gives Megan time to scurry around the ring, and try to pull Maddix out to safety. Ace is up in time to pull Maddix right back though, as far into the ring as possible. Grabbing Maddix by the hair, Lezaire hauls him up and takes hold of Maddix's right leg. He doesn't reckon on the left leg catching him in the back of the head however, knocking him throat first across the middle rope! "Oh...yes! Dial it up Comet!" Limping across the ring, Landon tries to kick out the pain in his leg before 'charging' at Lezaire, using the ropes to swing around for the... 6... 0... 5!!! "YEAH!" booms Riley, as Card can finally applause again. "It connected." "He didn't have the same authority in it though guys." points out Comet, as Ace slumps backwards rather than fly across the ring like most flip-flopping cruiserweights. Maddix slowly pulls himself up on the apron, using the ropes like a rail for the disabled as he walks slowly to the corner. Megan and Natasha continue cheering on, as Maddix checks on Ace's position and begins to climb to the top rope! "Now THIS isn't smart." The climb is slow...Maddix taking a good five to ten seconds to reach the top. By this time, Ace has recovered and got to his feet, staggering over towards Maddix. Landon quickly launches off the top rope, hooking Ace's head on the way down and hitting a flying DDT! "Right on the face! That won't make Ace any more photogenic." "Well, he was no Tom Flesher to begin with." sighs Riley. Ace lays flat out on the mat, groggily staring up at the ceiling as Maddix shakes off his knee again. Eventually he realises he has a belt to win, walking back over to Ace... ...who shocks him with a small package... ONE! TWO! NOONLYTWO! Both men get back up and the dazed Ace swings out at Maddix with a clothesline, which he ducks before hooking Ace in a waistlock. Quickly Ace elbows his way out of the clutches of Landon before performing the standing switch, and looking for a back suplex of his own. Maddix flips out in mid-air... "ARRRGH!" ...but lands awkwardly on his right knee, jolting it on landing! Ace sees it and grins slightly before balling up his fists and dropping into 'boxing mode'... SNAP JAB! SNAP JAB! SNAP JAB! Spiiiin... ...Maddix ducks the discuss punch though, and rolls Ace up... ONE! "MADDIX HAS THE TIGHTS!" wails Comet. TWO! TH.. NOAKICKOUTATTWO! Angrily Landon questions the count with referee Hardcastle, as Ace spins around on his back and takes Landon over with a roll-up of his own... ONE! "NOW ACE HAS THE TIGHTS!!" TWO! TH... TWOONLY! "These two evildoers are trying to out-cheat each other for the ICTV Championship!" howls Comet. "And as a superhero, I feel the sudden urge to vomit." Both men get back up, and the quick-thinking Ace snaps his foot into Maddix's right knee before charging into the ropes. Maddix regains his bearings and somehow manages to leap into the air as Ace comes back, looking for a Hurri-Lanrana. However Ace catches him in mid-air, falling back and dropping Maddix across the top rope throat first! "OHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Landon's head snaps back, causing him to stumble back towards Ace who is waiting. KICK! *WHAM* AAACC... ...NO! Landon blocks the Ace Crusher... ...and nails Lezaire with a modified Landon Eye! Megan squeals with glee, as Landon's arm drops across Lezaire's chest for the cover... ONE! TWO! THR... NOOOOOOOO!!! "Landon is having to resort to quick and lucky moves with his knee so mangled." Comet points out. "It nearly worked, didn't it?" snarls Card. "Well, yes." "Very well then." Despite the state of his leg, Maddix reaches his feet and limps across the ring gallantly. Ace meanwhile groggily pulls himself up, a little stunned from the latest Maddix head-drop. *STOMP!* "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! "Oh yes...time to tune up the choir Comet!" *STOMP!* Stomping with his left foot rather than his right, Maddix starts to get the crowd ready for some Sweet Disciple Music. *STOMP!* *STOMP!* *STOMP!* *STOMP!* ... DUCKED! Maddix wheels around, and turns into an STO from Ace! But rather than go for the cover, Lezaire drags himself back up on the ropes and signals for another Ace Crusher. "He's going for it Chri...Chris? Where'd he go?" Suddenly, Card has left the announce position and leaps to the ring apron which catches Hardcastle's attention. Megan has ran around the ring to where Steve is standing, and makes sure his camera isn't pointing to anything immediately incriminating, as Natasha reaches into the ring and trips Ace's leg. "For crying out loud Bobbo! It's four on one!" "Since when did you care about Ace Lezaire." "I don't much care for him. But four on one is four on one, no matter who is recieving." "I'm sure I've heard that somewhere before...but...probably not from anywhere you'd want to know about." Angrily Ace turns around and glares at Natasha...before Card on the apron and Megan's antics on the outside catch his attention. Infact, the only thing that doesn't catch his attention is Maddix... *SMACK!* ...until it's too late. "Sweet Disciple Music! He hit it Comet!" Lezaire collapses backwards, as Maddix gives the signal for Card to jump back to the floor. Quickly he does, and Hardcastle turns around to see the pinfall... ONE! "Not like this!" TWO! "He can't win the ICTV Title like this..." THR... NOOOOOOOOSHOULDERUPBYLEZAIRE!!! The crowd don't know whever to boo or cheer...most deciding to do the latter, as Maddix and his associates look furious. Looking to the outside, Maddix seems to seek guidance from Card...who says 'hold on a minute', and scurries over to the timekeeper table. Ace meanwhile is pulling himself up, and takes a boot from Landon. Back on the outside Card has scavenged a steel chair, throwing that into the ring for some reason. Hardcastle grabs it and starts to get it out of the ring, getting stopped by Megan hopping to the apron... ...as Card slides Maddix the ICTV belt! "Oh, come on!" cries Comet. "This is horrendous." "This is great. King's probably looking down on this and smiling his ass off." "The Suicide King isn't dead." "I know. He's got a skybox though." Collecting the belt, Maddix wraps it in his hands and looks to take Ace's head off... ...BUT GETS A FACEFUL OF POWDER FROM LEZAIRE!!! "What the..." "Brilliant!" exclaims Riley. "I haven't seen that old trick for YEARS!" Landon staggers around aimlessly and drops the belt, which Ace retrieves and prepares to swing. However, Megan is jumping to the floor...so quickly he tosses the belt to the side, before charging at Landon and catching him with a leaping enziguri! Maddix falls forward, and into a modified cradle by Ace...as Hardcastle turns, wonders why the air has turned white, and makes the count... ONE! TWO! TH... SHOULDERUP! Ace looks in despair towards the belt, knowing how close he came to owning it. But he soon realises the chance is still there, getting back up and encouraging Maddix to do the same. Slowly the former Triple Crown Champion does so, as Ace backs off the ropes and looks for yet another basement dropkick. Landon manages to sidestep it though and drop a quick elbow across the back of Lezaire's head, before flipping him over and grabbing a leg... "IT'S TIME!" "It's time? Time for what?" ...spinning around, and dropping back with the figure four locked in! "IT'S TIME TO FEEL THE WRATH COMET!!!" "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" With the Wrath of Todd locked in, Maddix can afford a smile for the first time in quite a while...until the powder in his eyes starts to irritate him again. Lezaire meanwhile is feeling the pain of the Wrath, wailing in pain theatrically as Landon wrenches back on the hold. "What's good for the goose, is good for the Cucaracha!" beams Riley. "And Maddix has this on perfectly Bobbo, bad leg or not." Card, Natasha and Megan begin to beg for Ace to tap out...Steve begging Ace not to, but filming his anguish all the same. The pain is becoming too much for Lezaire, and he's on the point of raising the hand for a tap... ...but remembers what's on the line, looking to see how far away the ropes are, before shaking his head and attempting to turn. Now Landon's bad leg is coming into play, unable to stop Lezaire... ...FROM TURNING THE HOLD! "Shi... AAAAAARRGGHHHH!!!" "Now the pressure is all on Landon's bad leg, and doesn't he know it!" gasps Comet. Lezaire suddenly has control again. But Maddix is much closer to the ropes than Ace was, so can mount an effort to reach them. Ace feels himself being pulled across the ring and tries to make himself as heavy as possible. But still Maddix crawls... ...AND MAKES THE ROPES! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" The crowd greet that with boos, but Landon's 'entourage' greet it with cheers and encouraging applause. Quickly Hardcastle untangles the two men's legs, with Maddix clearly the worse for wear. Ace isn't looking too great himself though. Infact, both men clutch at a leg now, with Lezaire trying to get back up and Maddix just trying not to call it a day. "The fatigue is really setting in now. These two have done everything it takes to win the ICTV Championship, including using the tights and...powder!" "And what better place to do so than the KINGDOME~?" Ace reaches his feet and limps into the center of the ring, before pulling a thumb across his throat, to call for the end. Slowly Landon pulls himself up on the ropes, but Ace is close enough to him... KICK! *WHAM* AAACC... ...NO! Landon holds onto the top rope, while Ace gets nothing! Landing hard on his spine, Ace rolls onto his hands and knees, as Landon floats over him for an Oklahoma Roll. ONE! TWO! ...KICKOUT! Up staggers Ace again, as Landon takes a back-step and charges at The Prodigy. Ace sees him coming though, side-stepping Landon while grabbing him around the waist and looking for an STO... ...but Megan grabs his leg from the outside! "Yet again, sculduggery from Landon and his...well...what is she?" "The Toddess!" Angered, Lezaire reaches over the top rope and starts to point threateningly at The Toddess. Card steps in-front of her for safety, as Maddix has meanwhile sneaked up to the middle rope, which Ace has no idea of. Finally flipping Card and Megan off, Ace turns and gets booted in the jaw, before Maddix hooks Lezaire by the head...hearing the boos which fill the crowd as he leaps off the middle rope... "CRASH LANDON!" "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Ace's head bounces violently off the canvas from the Crash Landon, as Landon frantically cradles him up as tightly as possible for the pin... ONE! TWO! THREEEEE!!!! NEW ICTV CHAMPION!!! *DING DING DING!* "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" "YES!" booms Riley. "Landon did it!" In pure ecstacy, Landon releases the cradle and flops to the mat with his fists clenched and held to the skies. Quickly Megan and Natasha enter the ring to congratulate and celebrate, as Card finds the ICTV Title belt and walks towards the rampway with it. "Here is your winner...and... NEEEEEEEWWWWW... SWF ICTV CHAMPION... LAAAAAANDOOOON... "LA CUCARACHA"... MAAAAAAADDIIIIIXXXXX!!!" "The new era of Maddix has begun!" Riley erupts once more. "He's the NEW ICTV Champion!" Eventually Maddix and co. roll out out of the ring, to be met by the gleaming Chris Card who drapes the title over Maddix's shoulder and raises his arm in the air. Boos meanwhile fill the arena, as Maddix stands tall on the outside, having taken SWF gold once more and POed the North Dakota crowd for good measure. "I can't say that I'm pleased...but..." "Why can't you? This is a great day Cyclone! A momentous day! A day that will live long in SWF folklore!" "...if it weren't for Card and company, he wouldn't be the champion! Not that Lezaire proved to be a deserving champion with that mysterious powder usage...but...well, I don't know what to say. Let's just go to a break or something!" And so it shall be... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
5_moves_of_doom 0 Report post Posted June 24, 2004 As back in the ring Ace Lezaire is finally walking back up the aisle, leaving the ring with a look of total dejection on his face... ...backstage, the mood is totally different. Together in a huddle stand Chris Card Enteprises' quartet...Megan unable to hold her delight in, and clapping like a schoolgirl at a Busted (WHO!?!) concert. Natasha and Card seem altogether more composed, but still elated...as in the middle of them, Landon stands with the SWF ICTV Championship draped over his shoulder drenched, as Maddix's hair is, in champagne. "Kid...this is the beginning!" beams Card as he admires the title over Maddix's waist. "The beginning of something very special." "Damn right!" Megan squeals in agreement. Landon meanwhile stumbles away from the group almost blindly and grabs a bottle of water, using it to try and rinse both the powder from earlier and the champagne out of his eyes. "Now...where are we going to celebrate?" Card grins. "I don't know about you, but I'm feeling in a...lucky mood." Natasha grins right back. "Babe...you know, I ALWAYS feel lucky. Casino it is." "Err...I hate to be the 'party pooper'..." Landon finally chimes in. "...but, I'm not sure where you're planning on going. I mean...this is North Dakota. It's not exactly entertainment central. It's more like white trash central to be honest..." "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" "Now South Dakota...that's a different story." "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" "Plus, you can come home and meet the folks. My mom makes a MEAN lemon cheesecake." "Landon, Landon..." sighs Card, still smiling. "Do you realise what you're drenched in right now?" "Yeah. Champagne, thanks to you." "Ex...ACTLY! You're the ICTV Champion now man. You're rolling with Chris Card. With the two hottest women on the face of this planet. You're riding in limousines, wearing Rolez watches and drinking fine champagne." "Actually...no. I'm still under-age..." "Not when you've got the cash you're not. Face it buddy. You're high society now." Landon shrugs his shoulders, looking at his new piece of gold with a smile an nodding. "Yeah. I am." All four laugh together, probably the only four to get what must be an 'in-joke', as they group back together and walk off down the hallways towards their locker-room. ".....I'm still getting you that cheesecake though..." Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
5_moves_of_doom 0 Report post Posted June 24, 2004 The sold out crowd at The Kingdome gets back on it’s feet for once last time as the Smarktron flashes back into life, signalling the return from the add break. Most of the signs and banners have gone down now, people can’t hold them up any more, but a few of them are still floating around. Funyon climbs back into the ring to announce the next match up, in his ultra flashy tux that only comes out when the SWF comes to the Kingdome. Riley: Can you believe it Comet, we’re on the Kingdome and Tom Flesher isn’t even wrestling tonight! Comet: Well, he is in the main event Robert, I can’t see why you’re complaining. Riley: Yes, but shouldn’t he be having his World Title show in a great arena like this? Noooo, Janus and Dace want to have a little schoolgirl fight with each other and they just HAVE to have a match here tonight. Comet: And I’m so sure Tom Flesher is going to be a fair and balanced contest for this match up. I’ve heard those stories about Mike Van Siclen and Judge Metal. I hope we don’t see a repeat of that tonight. Riley: Oh god, I remember seeing that, that was golden, golden. I hope Tom’s remembered that as well. Funyon: Ladies and gentlemen, the following None Title contest will be for One Fall… Introducing, from Buffalo New York, weighing in at two hundred and thirty one pounds … the Special Referee for this contest… ‘THE SUPERIOR ONE’ TOM FLESHER! Bbbbbbbbbbboooooooooooooooooooooooooo! Kashmir kicks into life with the showers of blue pyro, the pounding beat echoing through the Kingdome. Flesher strides through the smoke, golf clapping himself to the second rounds of pyro. In a longer cut singlet with a referee’s shirt over it, Flesher marches down the ramp and rolls under the ropes into the ring. Nodding to Funyon, Flesher yells something at the Time Keeper. Stepping into a corner, Tom just leans back, folding his arms and waiting. FLESHER SUCKS! FLESHER SUCKS! FLESHER SUCKS! FLESHER SUCKS! FLESHER SUCKS! Comet: Looks like Tom Flesher doesn’t want to have any part of this match. I wonder if he’ll even bother to count the falls. Funyon: Firstly, from Birmingham England, weighing in at two hundred and fifty two pounds … DACE… FUCKING! Funyon: NIGHT! Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Hero rips into life around the arena as the pyro races up the ramp to the stage. Stepping through the smoke, Dace looks around at the chanting crowds before staring down the ramp into the ring. Glaring at Flesher as he makes his way down towards the ring, Dace climbs the apron and steps through the ropes. Throwing his arms up to the fans, Dace continues to glare at Tom and yells a few swear words at him from across the ring. Flesher just waves at taps the Ref’s shirt with a sardonic grin on his face. Funyon: And his opponent, from Sydney Australia, weighing in at three hundred and sixty pounds … the SWF World Heavyweight Champion … ‘THE HELL MACHINE’ JANUS! Bbbbbbbbbbbbboooooooooooooooooo! [sTATUS: RELEASED!] Resurrection breaks into life over the arena, as a shower of blue pyro covers the ramp like rain. Janus slowly walks out, carrying the World Title over his shoulder, moving slowly towards the ring, keeping his eyes fixed on both men. Handing his Title Belt over to the Time Keeper, who jumps away from him, Janus slips off his trench coat and slowly climbs the apron. Stepping over the top rope, Janus spreads his arms too the roaring hails of boos before lumbering over to the middle of the ring. Lazily waving his arm, Tom signals for the bell, before settling back into his corner. DING, DING, DING! Yyyyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Riley: Look at that Comet, Flesher is hanging back. He’s not stupid, he’s only going to go near those two when he has a job to do. I wouldn’t trust Dace and Janus not to try to take him out right now. Horrorcore and the Hell Machine edge towards each other, looking each other up and down, hatred burning in their eyes before leaping towards each other. Dodgy past a flying fist, Dace gets right into Janus’ face and unloads a wave of elbows into his jaw, sending Janus staggering backwards slight. Swinging his leg up, Night sends a kick crashing into the Champ’s mid section before drilling a knee into it. Ducking down, Night wraps his arms around Janus’ waist and arches his back, taking all three hundred sixty pounds over head and dumping him into the mat with a Northern Lights Suplex. Keeping his grip, Dace arches himself up into a bridge and wants to see what Flesher does. Yyyyyyyyaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Comet: Look at that strength from the White Night, taking it to the World Champ and taking him over with Northern Lights Suplex. Looking up at the sound of the thud on the mat, Flesher slowly ambles across the ring towards Night and Janus. Looking down at Janus’ shoulders to check their on the mat, Flesher almost looks ready to go to the mat when Janus throws Dace clear and rolls over. Bbbbbbbbbbbboooooooooooooooooooo! FLESHER SUCKS! FLESHER SUCKS! FLESHER SUCKS! FLESHER SUCKS! Comet: What a set up, Flesher gets his way into a Referee’s position in this match up and he goes and takes forever even just to make his way over to the action. Riley: He’s not to be careful, he doesn’t want to get caught by a wild blow from either of these two and have to disqualify them. Or even worse, tear out his knee walking across the ring. Rolling back to his feet, Dace swings towards Flesher, yelling at him about his actions and not count the fall. Flesher just looks at him calmly, pointing to the shirt before threatening Horrorcore with a DQ if he touches him at all. Hauling himself back to his feet, Janus looks up to see Night arguing with Tom. Standing behind Dace, the Hell Machine breaks his hands up, trapping Dace’s arms in a Full Nelson. Leaping backwards, the Champ spikes Dace onto his head with a Dragon Suplex hold. The Superior One jumps backwards as Dace is dragged through the air and slammed onto his neck. Slowly moving around to where Dace’s shoulder are pinned to the mat, Tom drops to his knees, looking at the shoulders before very slowly, bringing his arm through the air to the mat. O…N…E! Kickout! Bbbbbbbbbbbbooooooo! FLESHER SUCKS! FLESHER SUCKS! FLESHER SUCKS! FLESHER SUCKS! FLESHER SUCKS! Riley: What a professional right there in the Superior One. Taking his time, making sure the shoulders are down on the mat. No of this diving into a fast count as soon as you think their shoulders are down. Comet: Professional…? Flesher couldn’t be more crooked and corrupt if he was Richard Nixon right now. What’s he doing to do next, have a nap? Climb back to his feet, Janus stands towering over the Superior One, bringing one arm down to grab hold of him. Flesher just yells up the same threat of a DQ to the World Champ and steps away from him, hold up his hands. Across the ring, the White Night stumbles back to his feet, hold the back for his neck for a few moments as he advances. Grabbing the World Champ by the air, Dace swings him around and fires off another flurry of Elbow Smashes into the Hell Machine’s jaw. Horrorcore follows up with a round of Mid Kicks to Janus’ ribs and gut, doubling the giant over. Grabbing Janus by the head, Dace steps back and starts to drill his knee into Janus’ forehead, cracking them off his skull. Taking a further step back, Dace shoots his leg up and cracks his foot of Janus’ skull with a swinging kick, bringing it back up and landing a second and third to follow. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Yyyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Leaping backwards, Dace pause for a moment before diving forwards a full speed, twisting on his heel and sending his elbow crashing into the jaw of the staggering giant. Janus staggers backwards but Horrorcore isn’t done there, rushing past him into the ropes and flying back, drilling his foot into the back of the Champ’s head with a Yakuza Kick. Pitching forwards to the mat like a falling tree, Janus makes a huge crash as he impacts into the mat. Quickly rolling Janus over onto his back, the White Night drops down into a cover. THUD! DACE! DACE! DACE! DACE! DACE! DACE! DACE! DACE! DACE! DACE! Looking up from his corner, the Superior One sees Dace laid over Janus’ body in a cover. With a huge sigh and melodramatically throwing his arms into the air, Tom paces across the ring, taking and age to reach the pin fall. When he finally drops down to count the fall, the Hell Machine throws his shoulder up and kicks Dace away again. Bbbbbbbbbbbbbooooooooooooooooooooo! Comet: This is just ridicules, Flesher doesn’t even look like we wants to be out where refereeing this match up. If he doesn’t, he should just get the hell out and let someone with integrity handle this match. Riley: Are you saying Tom Flesher doesn’t have integrity Comet? I know every in and out of Tom Flesher and I can tell you the man is brimming with it. Besides, do YOU want to get in the middle of a fistfight between those two mad men? Sitting back up, with anger in his eyes, the White Night turns towards Tom Flesher. Stalking over to him, Dace swings his fist back, having to stop himself from nailing Flesher there and then. The Superior One just smirks before pushing himself into Night’s face and yelling at him, threatening him with a DQ once again and jawing about kicking his ass again. Behind the arguing pair, Janus slowly rolls over and sits up. Rubbing his head for a moment, the Hell Machine stands back to his feet. Seeing Janus standing up behind Dace’s back, Flesher gives Night a sharp shove, sending him flying backwards, straight into the waiting arms of the Hell Machine. Bbbbbbbbbbbbooooooooooooooooooo! Drawing his arm back, Janus shoots it forwards and closes his fingers around the throat of the stumbling Dace Night. Easily hauling him up into the air, Janus sends him crashing back down into the mat with a huge splat. Following up, the Champ leaps form his feet and brings a huge leg down across Night’s throat with a Standing Legdrop. Leaning over, Janus grabs a leg and cradles it backwards, making a cover. At a roar from the Hell Machine, Flesher looks up from pretending to file his nails. Strolling over at his own pace, Tom drops down and raises his arm to start the count. O…N…E! …Kickout! FLESHER SUCKS! FLESHER SUCKS! FLESHER SUCKS! FLESHER SUCKS! FLESHER SUCKS! Comet: Well, thanks to Tom Flesher, the World Champ just cut off Dace Night’s offensive run and dropped him with a Chokeslam. Riley: I can tell you Comet, it’s going to take far more than a Chokeslam and some crappy Legdrop to stop the Superior One when he comes after the World Title. Shooting back to his feet, Janus follows Flesher as he strolls back to his corner. Grabbing the Superior One from behind, Janus spins him around and just roars in his face. Towering over Tom, Janus just asks him what the hell he’s doing and promises to squash him like a bug. Flesher yells back about being an official of this match up and his authority. Stumbling back to his feet, Dace sees Janus and Flesher arguing again and has enough. Charing over to the pair, Dace shoves his opponent aside and drills his fist into Flesher’s face, sending him stumbling backwards. Not to be out done, the Hell Machine fires off a Knuckle Bomb that drives Flesher off his feet and into the mat. SMACK! Rrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Comet: These two have had enough. They’ve just taken out Tom Flesher and now the match can really get underway! Riley: What, they assaulted an SWF official! They should both be DQed and fined right now I say! Staring at each other once again, drawing in breath, Janus and Dace pause for a moment as the fans roar before the charge straight back into the attack… CRACK! SMACK! CRACK! SMACK! CRACK! CRACK! SMACK! SMACK! Knuckle Bombs and Elbow Smashes fling, the Hell Machine and Horrorcore just pound away on each other, firing off round after round of attacks, their heads snapping back, but neither one seems to be giving any ground. Flesher sits up against the ropes, holding his head, still seeing double from the two impacts into his face. Letting out a roar as Dace drills home another Elbow, Janus fires off a left and right cross of Knuckle Bombs straight after each other before slamming one straight into the face of the White Night, knocking him backwards. Reaching out and grabbing Dace by the arm, Janus drags him back in and scoops him up over his shoulder… DING! DING! DING! Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! Comet: What’s going on? Funyon: Ladies and gentlemen, the Referee has ruled this match as a Double Disqualification! BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT! Riley: Finally! They attack an official and now something’s been done about it. This sort of thing can be allowed to happen and Tom Flesher has laid down the law here. Dropping Dace from his shoulder, Janus spins around with a roar of anger and charges towards the Superior One. Tom tries to back out of the ring, but Janus barrels into him, crushing him into the corner with a Gore. Reeling back up, the Hell Machine drags the Superior One up into the air and just throws him over the ropes to the floor… SPLAT! Oooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Comet: Chokeslam to the floor! Janus just Chokeslamed Flesher all the way down to the floor. DING! DING! DING! DING! DING! Riley: Somebody stop this already! Janus has already assaulted Flesher once now he’s doing it again. What’s he going to do next, come after you Comet? As Janus throws his arms up with another roar, a swarm of SWF Security Staff and Road Agents come storming down the ramp in mass numbers. Scrambling into the ring, several of them swarm over Dace Night, dragging him back into the corner as he tries to rises and pin him there. Road Agents that look very much like The Boston Strangler and Long Dogger Pete are just two of the men that pin Janus into the opposite corner, holding his arms down in and effort to restrain the giant. Bbbbbbbbboooooooooooooooooo! Comet: And once again, SWF Security are out here to try and stop there two from ripping each other apart. Riley: And why the hell is that? Let these two go at it if they really want to. I’m sure Flesher wont care as long as he gets his title shot first. Speaking of which, why is no one checking on Tom? Comet: I’m sure TBS….say is that TBS … will do when this situation is sorted out. Literally being dog pilled in opposite corners of the mounds of security staff and road agents, Janus and Dace strain to break free, looking like they want to rip each other apart in the middle of the ring if they had the chance. Even more staff in the ring in an effort to try and sort it out as the image fades out. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
5_moves_of_doom 0 Report post Posted June 24, 2004 All you no-showers are dumb. That's my only comment on the show, really. I think just about every match on the card was a default win, though the matches that ended up being posted were good all around. Check out the surprise match. It's... SURPRISING! The card will not be going up for a while. I'm leaving to Idaho in a day and I've got to sort some shit out, and on top of that my internet speed is being a bitch. It'll be up eventually, though. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
