Secret Agent 0 Report post Posted June 29, 2004 Well, I lost. No surprise, I got the wolf in my first attempt. If someone could give me any feedback, I'd greatly appreaciate it. Thanks. ------------------------------------------------------ SWF Smarkdown returns from its final commercial break of the evening, and the sold-out crowd inside the Rosenblatt Stadium jubilantly rise to the occasion, eager for tonight’s main event! The shows theme quickly fades as the lights dim, and a voice picks up on the speakers, whispering a name in a deep, sultry voice… “JOHNNY DANGEROUS~!” My Life With the Thrill Kill Cult’s “After the Flesh” immediately thunders out across the arena to a sensational pop from the crowd! On the stage a thick, white smoke begins billowing out, completely immersing the platform. Meanwhile, overhead on the Smarktron, clips of the Barracuda in action flash by – Johnny hitting a Sunset Flip powerbomb on Spike Jenkins from the top of a cage… Ace Lezaire trapped in his over-the-shoulder Boston Crab and tapping like a lunatic… a spinning heel kick to Mike Van Siclen’s dreadful skull! “Welcome back to SWF Smarkdown, Citizens,” exclaims Comet, “and welcome to our main event! You are about to see Johnny Dangerous taking on the number one contender to the SWF World Heavyweight Championship, Tom Flesher!” Johnny steps out onto the stage, completely submerged in the smoke and walks briskly to the middle of the stage where dozens of strobes fire off, partially illuminating him. Finally, after a moment of suspense, he emerges from the smoke, revealing himself to the Nebraskan fans… “And just as we saw backstage, Johnny Dangerous has changed his attire for this evening’s match,” observes Comet. Gone are the usual black trench coat, black slacks, and form fitted black shirt that Johnny has come accustomed to wrestling in… the high-tech shades don’t even make an appearance this evening. Tonight he wears a throwback to the Wild and Dangerous tag teaming days: a black Olympic styled singlet with red, white, and blue stripes within a “V” pattern on his back. “What on earth does he hope to prove by coming out here with some new duds,” questions Bobby. “It’s not like it’s going to give him an added boost or anything—crap is crap no matter how you dress it!” “It’s all about the mindset, Robert,” replies Comet, rather matter-of-factly. “Johnny is coming out here with the intention to win no matter what the odds stacked against him look like. There is no room for mistakes, and he knows this—if changing his gear makes him more comfortable for this match than so be it!” “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is your MAIN EVENT!” bellows Funyon over the roaring crowd. “Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada, and weighing in at two hundred and seventeen pounds, he is… JOOOHNNY ‘THE BARRACUDA’ DAAAANGEROUUUUUUS!!” Johnny climbs into the ring and mounts a corner turnbuckle, stretching his arms out for the fans as flashbulbs pop all across the arena. He smiles for the cheering audience, taking in some of their adoration… “Though he seemingly appears rather confident about this match, I think deep down the Barracuda may just be trying to hide those emotions,” Comet suggests. “He knows he is facing a two time World Champion tonight… he knows the odds don’t play into his favor... and he knows that if he doesn’t win here tonight, it could break his career! That has to weigh heavy on his shoulders.” “Let’s hope he doesn’t win then,” snickers Riley. “Besides, this match isn’t about Johnny Dangerous it’s ALL about Tom Flesher—he should be wrestling Janus for the World title tonight, but thanks to Commissioner Zenon he isn’t! Instead he has to deal with the likes of the Barracuda… that just isn’t right.” Johnny’s music fades away and the fans grow silent. Moving to the far side of the ring, the Barracuda bends down, resting his hands against his knees with his focus entirely on the curtains… and what is about to come through them. “And his opponent… ” Funyon’s booming voice trails off as the house lights dim, leaving the starlit night as the only source of light. The fans rally together, already showing what they think of Tom Flesher by firing off a round of boos. Then suddenly-- BOOOOOOOM! Explosions of blue pyrotechnics tears across the stage, temporarily lighting up the darkened building while nearly rocking it to its foundation! Led Zeppelin’s “Kashmir” begins to blare over the speakers, and as the music plays on the curtains part and out steps Tom Flesher in his blue warm-up suit, absolutely glowing of confidence. He waits as his manager, Allison Onita, joins him on the stage to another surge of booing. They interlock their arms, and together, stroll across the knee-deep smoky stage and down the ramp—fireworks popping in the distance, and paying no mind to the insults hurtling past them. “Being accompanied to the ring by Allison Onita,” continues Funyon, “from Buffalo, New York, and weighing in at two hundred and thirty-one pounds, he is the current number one contender to the SWF WOOOOOORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP… ‘THE SUPERIOR ONE,’ TOOOOOOOM FLESHEEEEEEEER!!!!!!!!!!!!” “Citizen Flesher appears to be in pretty high spirits despite the fact that he was suppose to face Janus here tonight for the SWF World Heavyweight title,” notes Comet. “Why shouldn’t he be?” replies Bobby. “Even if by the grace of God that Johnny Dangerous was somehow able to actually win this match tonight--and rest assured he won’t--Tom is still the number one contender to the World title. This match is just here for Tom to blow off a little steam after the way he was treated on Lockdown—we don’t want him facing Janus without a clear head now do we?” “Well… ” Comet begins, but finally chooses to remain silent, realizing the eventual title match is a loose-loose situation for him and the fans. The lovebirds make their way into the ring, stopping to pose for the heated crowd. Tom cocks his head to the side, holding his chin and smirking while Allison fawns all over his Superior body to the point of nearly sodomizing him in the ring. Finally, she steps back and strips Flesher of his warm-up suit in one fluid motion then leans back in with her mouth gapping wide open and her tongue hanging out. They coarsely kiss, grouping each other and turning the fans stomachs, with Johnny shooting the duo a disturbed look from the far side of the ring. She finally exits the ring, and Tom’s music fades as he briefly stretches out. “I’m wondering how much of a part Allison Onita will play in tonight’s match,” questions Comet. “As we’ve seen many times before, she isn’t the type to just stand idly for the whole evening.” “Please, Comet, Tom doesn’t need her help to win—her job is to simply stand their and clap!” Mark Hebner steps in and calls the two combatants to the middle of the ring, giving a last minute rundown of the rules. His words fall on deaf ears though; Johnny boring a hole through Flesher with his eyes, and the Superior One just standing there, smirking, unimpressed by his opponent. Hebner turns toward the Timekeeper and signals for the bell… DING DING DING!!! “Bells gone,” says Comet, “and this match is underway!” The two men back up from each other and start to circle, sizing their opponent up and searching for an opening… or in Tom’s case, patiently waiting for Johnny to make that first mistake. “I think Citizen Flesher realizes what’s at stake here for the Barracuda,” says Comet, as the two men continue to stay at arms length. “He knows how badly Johnny needs to win this match.” “Well I hope you don’t expect Tom to just lie down for him,” spits Bobby. “He’s not about to catapult Johnny Dangerous into the upper echelons of this company at his expense!” “Nor would I expect Flesher to,” replies Comet, “but Flesher hasn’t a thing to loose here, while on the other hand, the Barracuda has everything to loose. If he makes one mistake, Citizen Flesher could use it to win this match.” Finally, after what seems like an eternity, they suddenly leap towards each other--locking up like true gladiators, fighting for purchase! Flesher, being the stronger of the two, easily manages to overpower the Secret Agent. He grabs the Barracuda’s arm and spin out of the lock up, snapping on a firm hammerlock. Johnny tries to resist, but the Superior One floats around front, pulling him into a front face lock then bottoming out, pulling the Barracuda down to the canvas and trapping the arm. He clenches down as hard as he can, trying to squeeze the life out of Johnny! “The Barracuda’s going to be in some serious trouble here if Flesher turns this into a mat-based match up,” says Comet. “Johnny can’t hope to compete.” “Yet somehow you have this false belief that Johnny can hold a candlestick to Tom,” Riley says. “Just look at it, three seconds into this match and the Superior One is in control!” Johnny grabs onto Flesher’s arm, trying as hard as he can to pull it away as he begins to stand back up… and slowly… but surely, spins out of the headlock. He quickly drops down and tackles Flesher with a single leg take down, putting the Superior One on his hands and knees before pouncing onto of him, attempting to slide his arms around Flesher’s chest and gain position. Unfortunately, Flesher grabs at Johnny’s arm and pushes back to a vertical base, quickly planting the Barracuda back-first into the mat with a simple arm drag. Tom shuffles forward, and once again snaps a headlock onto Johnny Dangerous, squeezing down like a vice on the Secret Agent’s skull, “-and once again, Tom Flesher has regained control with a modified version of his Wet Cement!” exclaims Bobby. “This just proves beyond a shadow of a doubt how outclassed Johnny Dangerous is against the Superior One!” “Johnny may not be a seasoned mat wrestler, but he isn’t about to give up the fight!” snaps Comet. “All he needs to do is refuse to give in—refuse to let Flesher get one in over him.” “I don’t think he has much of an option at this point.” Johnny, seizing the only opening he can find, thrusts his forearm underneath Tom’s chin, forcing him back just far enough… then whips his legs around, looking to scissor the Superior One’s head with them. However, Tom sees it coming a mile away and quickly rolls out of harms reach. Flesher quickly jumps to his feet and gets defensive, but Johnny’s stopped on the other side of the ring—that first bit of adrenalin coursing through his veins. “Come on!” he shouts, beckoning the Superior One to him as the crowd applauds the efforts of both men. “Wow,” marvels Comet. “Operative Dangerous may very well surprise the lot of us here; ending that first exchange with Citizen Flesher in a stalemate.” “Stalemate!?” gasp Bobby. “Johnny barely escaped with his life, and now he has the nerve to try and goad the Superior One on?” Once again they start to circle… then suddenly bolt towards each other! Both men reaching out for a collar-and-elbow tie up… WHAM! Not even looking to lock up, Johnny socks Tom straight in the jaw, rocking the Superior One on his heels and catching him by total surprise! The fans explode with excitement, and as Flesher stumbles back rubbing his jaw, Johnny gives chase, not even giving him a chance to respond. He pulls Flesher’s hand back and quickly rockets a second fist into the Superior One’s jaw, this time knocking him into the ropes. Tom is inadvertently propelled off them, momentarily stunned, and runs right into a spinning elbow that drops him straight to the canvas. The fans roar with glee as the Superior One is floored! “Who the hell does he think he is—manipulating Tom into locking up then going for blows,” snarls Riley. “You call that being a hero!?” “After that first exchange, the Barracuda knows that he can’t out-wrestle Tom Flesher here,” replies Comet. “He isn’t even going to give Citizen Flesher that chance by locking up with him and feeding him a body part!” “Well he certainly isn’t going to out fight him either!” snaps Bobby. “Tom’s no slouch when it comes to hand-to-hand combat! He can certainly slug it out with Johnny Dangerous if need be.” Flesher jumps back to his feet, but before he can get on the defensive Johnny presses his attack. He grabs Tom by the wrist and steps forward, whipping the Superior One across the ring… and back-first into the corner! Tom hits with a sickening crunch, wincing in pain. He staggers a single step out of the corner, only to get knocked back into it from another wild punch! Johnny shoves the Superior One against the post then draws his balled up fist back— “Open those hands, Johnny!” shouts Hebner, reprimanding the Barracuda’s blatantly closed fists, and unintentionally distracting him. Tom sees his opening and immediately takes it, shooting his foot into the Barracuda’s gut with a fierce growl! He quickly steps forward, grabbing Johnny by the straps of his singlet and slings him around into the post, reversing the situation on the Barracuda before cocking his arm back and… SMACK! Slicing Johnny across the cheek with a ferocious backhand, smacking the taste right out of his mouth to an “OOOOOOOH!” from the crowd! “Here comes that ruthless aggression!” Riley shouts with glee. “Johnny’s gone and pissed Tom off now… Boy, is he ever in for it!” Tom fluidly moves from the backhand to a bitch slap… SMACK! Then finally, back again for yet another backhand, but this time with enough force to smack the feathers off a chicken… SMAAAAACK! The last nearly knocking Johnny off his rocker! He stumbles to the side, a hand instinctively shooting to his face, but Flesher grabs him and shoves him back against the post before dropping down, grabbing both ends of the ropes around Johnny and thundering his shoulder into the Secret Agent’s midsection! Dangerous cries out as the wind in his lungs is violently forced out of his pipes, and the Superior One backs off… then thrusts his shoulder back into Johnny’s stomach again…and again…AND AGAIN, totally ignoring Hebner and his threats to begin a count! The crowd fires off a volley of boos, and on the outside, Allison golf-claps her ‘clients’ progression. “As you can see, after capitalizing on a single distraction, Tom has taken complete control of this match,” Riley says. Tom spins around, putting his back to Johnny then reaches back, grabbing the Barracuda by his head and flips him to the canvas with a snapmare. He slides in from behind and quickly grapevines his legs around the Secret Agent’s abdomen, and squeezes down then locks his fingers under Johnny’s chin and arches back on him “By Zeus!” shouts Comet. “It looks like Tom’s having a taffy pull in there with Johnny Dangerous! At this rate, the Barracuda’s going to look like an abused Stretch Armstrong when this match is done!” “You ain’t seen nothing yet,” declares Riley. “Flesher is simply prepping Johnny for the Superior Stretch Beta! Johnny groans in bitter agony as Flesher torques back on him, his abdomen simply burning with searing pain. He can feel himself starting to slowly slip away, but then snaps himself back to reality and quickly shoots his elbow into whatever he can hit on the Superior One. In this case it’s Flesher’s kidney. He hit’s once, and Tom growls then sends another elbow into his side, and another, “-and the Barracuda is starting to fight back against the Superior One,” says Comet. “Firing those elbows directly into Flesher’s side!” Johnny can feel Flesher’s legs loosening with ever hit, and he throws one more elbow back! Tom unravels his legs from Dangerous’ waist, and begins pulling him up while still holding onto Johnny’s chin, opting not to stay there taking shots to his kidney. Both men back to their feet, and Johnny reaches back, grabbing his hands around Flesher’s head then… WHAM! “RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!” ... and Johnny sits out, pulling the Superior One down with him, and cracking Flesher’s chin against his shoulder with an improvised stunner! Tom glances off Johnny’s shoulder and pops up to his feet, mindlessly stumbling back across the ring! “And here’s that break that Johnny needed,” says Comet. “If Johnny can capitalize on this he could take control of this match!” Still feeling the heavy effects of being stretched out, Johnny is slow to climb back to his feet. He holds dearly to his stomach, wincing, then makes his way across the ring, heading for the ropes. He hits them and springs back towards Flesher, starting to build some steam! However, the Superior One is no where near as rattled, and he quickly hauls the Barracuda off the mat with a body press… then unloads him onto the top rope by his stomach! The crowd deflates like a balloon as Johnny hangs across the rope, groaning in agony. “Ha,” cackles Riley. “The only one capitalizing is Tom Flesher, as he once again targets that midsection of Johnny!” Johnny peels himself off the rope and staggers backwards, unintentionally walking right into Flesher’s waiting arms. Tom locks his hands around Dangerous’ waist then hoists him off the mat, through the air and into the mat with a German Suplex… WHAM! …and Flesher bridges, holding the Barracuda in place as Hebner slides in to count. ONE!!! TWO!!!! NO!!!!! Johnny rolls to the side, breaking the pin and escaping Flesher’s grip. For a moment he lies on his back, desperately trying to recoup, but the Superior One pounces onto him, planting his forearm across the bridge of Johnny’s nose and grinds down. The Superior One covers him again for… ONE!!! TWO!!!! NO!!!!!! Again Johnny kicks out. He gets back to his feet and Flesher snares him, locking his hands around the Barracuda’s waist once more! Elbows fly backwards – Tom ducks the first, but he isn’t as lucky with a second that catches him right in the temple to an “OOOOOH!” from the crowd. The Superior One is briefly stunned and he releases his hands from Johnny’s waist and staggers backwards, holding his head. “Johnny’s starting to gain some valuable position,” notes Comet. “If he isn’t too badly hurting from those shots to the gut he just might be able to finally turn this one around!” Johnny ignores the nagging pain in his stomach, choosing not to nurse it and instead charges straight for Flesher, looking for a clothesline… WHACK! … and he floors the Superior One, then drops over him for a cover for… ONE!!! TW-NOOOO!!! Flesher easily kicks out, shoving the Barracuda off him as he does. Both men get back to their feet. Johnny grabs onto the sides of Flesher’s head, but Tom suddenly thrusts both palms into the Barracuda’s chest, shoving him back with a tremendous impact! He steps in and chops his hand clean across Johnny’s chest, rocking the Barracuda on his heels! SMACK! “WHOOOOOOOOOO!” Flesher cocks his arm back, looking to land a second chop, but Johnny quickly shoots a knee into the Superior One’s midsection, dropping him to his knees with the surprise attack. He starts to stand when Johnny slides in, snapping on a side headlock, and clenches down as tight as he can! Johnny then takes off across the ring, pulling the Superior One along for the ride as he heads to the ropes… then leaps out of the ring, clotheslining Tom Flesher against the top rope! “RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!” “Finally, daylight at the end of the tunnel!” exclaims Comet. “Johnny Dangerous is really coming alive now, and this is the way he needs to do it—using his speed and agility against the Superior One!” “He might get a few lucky shots, but there is absolutely no way in hell he can win the match!” snaps Riley. “I don’t care how badly Johnny NEEDS to win this match, he isn’t, and ripping off that Macho guy isn’t going to help either!” Flesher drops to his knees and grabs onto his neck with both hands, gagging for air. He starts climbing to his feet, knowing he can’t leave himself open for the Barracuda, and totally unaware of Johnny climbing the turnbuckle behind him. “Watch out, Tommy!” warns Riley. Tom, who’d turned his attention back towards the crowd, swings around in surprise, just in time for Johnny to smash him squarely in the chest with both feet—a dropkick from the turnbuckles! He hits so hard that he drives his opponent straight to the canvas, seemingly with his lights knocked out! Johnny scrambles for the cover. ONE! TWO!! But alas they’re not as Tom thrusts his shoulder up just after two! He starts to shove off the mat, slowly climbing to his feet, but Johnny swoops in from behind, locking his hands around Flesher’s waist and pulling him all the way up. Tom grabs at the Barracuda’s hands, desperately trying to pry them away before Johnny can land a suplex, but the Secret Agent shuffles backwards and jerks the Superior One into perfect place, refusing to give an inch. Finally, Tom offers up an elbow, cranking it into the side of Dangerous’ skull, and whether Johnny wanted to loosen his grip or not he does, and Tom grabs his wrist then spins around to face him. He twists on Johnny’s arm, forcing the Barracuda down then spins behind the Barracuda and locks his hands around his waist. Flesher quickly hauls Johnny into the air, and plants him neck-and-shoulders first into the mat with another German suplex! WHAM! But Flesher doesn’t move, and neither does Johnny. Both men lie motionless on the canvas, feeling the heavy effects of the moves dished out to one another. The crowd rises up with a cheer, but it doesn’t seem to help. “Both men are down,” says Comet, “and the referee is going to utilize the ten count—we could have a draw on our hands here.” “Don’t count on it,” spits Bobby. “Flesher is just taking a short breather, there’s no way he keeps his ass down for ten!” “ONEEEEEEE!” shouts Hebner, stepping forward he raises a single finger into the air, while in the audience a: “Let’s go, Johnny, let’s go!” Clap! Clap! Clap-Clap-Clap! “Let’s go, Johnny, let’s go!” Clap! Clap! Clap-Clap-Clap! “Let’s go, Johnny, let’s go!” Clap! Clap! Clap-Clap-Clap! … chant is rising up. Johnny seemingly stirs, moving his leg up, but it’s not nearly enough. Flesher rolls onto his stomach then slowly crawls over towards Johnny, covering him for as the crowd begins to boo heavily. ONEEE!!! TWOOOO!!!!! NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! Johnny kicks out and the crowd explodes into cheers! He staggers to his feet, and the Superior One gets to his. However, Tom hasn’t taken as much abuse as he has given to the Barracuda, and easily ducks a wild swing from Johnny. He cocks his hand back and chops it across the Secret Agent’s chest, rocking him on his heels! SMACK! “WHOOOOOOOOOO!” Johnny backs himself against the ropes, and Tom shoves back on him then… SMACK! “WHOOOOOOOOOO!” SMACK! “WHOOOOOOOOOO!” SMACK! “WHOOOOOOOOOO!” SMACK! “WHOOOOOOOOOO!” Unloads with a set of eye-watering knife-edged chops, lighting up the Barracuda’s chest! Johnny clutches his chest and drops to his knees, utterly writing in pain. The sight makes the Superior One smile. He turns to the fans and raises his arms out to them, revealing in his complete and total decimation of the upstart Barracuda. They boo, and they boo him ferociously. Flesher simply ignores them and he turns back towards Johnny, mockingly striking a martial arts pose. “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” “Total disrespect by the Superior One,” fumes Comet. “He has beaten Johnny every which way but loose—Johnny’s stomach is hurting, his back is hurting, and even his chest has got to be stinging tremendously after that last assault. And now what does Flesher do? He goes for the total humiliation as well!” “What does Barracuda expect to happen when he steps in the ring against Tom Flesher,” replies Bobby. “Johnny is out of his league and all Tom is doing is making sure Johnny Dangerous realizes that!” Johnny slowly stands to his feet, angrily sneering at the Superior One as Flesher snickers at him. He steps forward… then suddenly explodes into a sprint, making a beeline directly for his opponent. Tom swings his arm out for a lariat, but Johnny ducks under and heads for the ropes behind him, picking up some serious steam! He hits the ropes and rockets back, but the Superior One quickly ducks down and hoists Johnny into the air with a body press, sending him crashing into the mat back-first! Tom rushes over to Johnny and drops down, hooking the leg as Hebner slides in to count! ONEEE!!! TWOOO!!!!! NOOOO!!!!!!! To a roaring cheer, Johnny kicks out just before three! He starts to climb to his feet, determined to regain control, but Flesher is ready to finally end this, growing tiresome of the Barracuda’s drive. Flesher sneaks in from behind and clutches his hands around Johnny’s chin then forces him to the mat with a knee to the back! The crowd begins to boo relentlessly, realizing exactly what the Superior One is looking for, “-a Superior Stretch Beta!” announces Bobby, cluing in the casual viewer. “If Tom can get this locked in it’s all over for the Barracuda, nobody has survived this and lived to tell about it.” “Taylor Nicholas Thompson did,” replies Comet. Johnny bellies down on the mat, thanks to having a knee driven into his spine, but he quickly grabs at Flesher’s hands to alleviate the grip before it becomes his death. Flesher snarls at Johnny, slamming his elbow into the back of Dangerous’ skull! Johnny is stunned for a second, and the Superior One reacquires his position around Johnny’s chin, and starts to pull him into a camel clutch! “Come on, Johnny,” urges Comet. “He can’t give up--everything depends on him winning this match!” “You expect him to hold out to one of the deadliest submissions in this federation?” ask Bobby. “You’re expecting more from Johnny than what anybody else around here has been able to do!” “But Citizen Flesher doesn’t have it locked in yet,” shouts Comet, dripping with hope. Johnny knows he hasn’t much time, so he desperately swipes his hands out for the ropes instead of fighting Flesher’s hold… and he grabs on, and holds to the ropes tighter than he ever has in his life! The crowd cheers ecstatically, and Hebner orders the release, but Flesher isn’t willing, determined to break the Barracuda until a count is about to start and he finally gives in. “Son of a bitch,” curses Bobby. “I hope Johnny realizes that he is just asking for more punishment by prolonging this match.” “He hasn’t much of a choice! Johnny has to win here and if he can resist you can bet your bottom dollar that he will!” Flesher pulls Johnny to his feet with an arm wrench then steps forward, whipping him to the corner! Johnny smacks into the turnbuckles back-first, cringing as his spine is crunched by the steel post. He barely looks up in time as Flesher barrels across the ring, “-and here comes Citizen Flesher, looking for an Avalanche!” shouts Comet. NO! Johnny swings his leg up, and smacks the heel of his foot into the Superior One’s forehead! The fans rise up with a solid cheer as Flesher staggers back across the ring, and Johnny rockets out of the corner, making a beeline straight for his foe. Flesher, though somewhat stunned, sees him coming and wildly swings a backhand for the Barracuda, but Johnny ducks under then spins behind the Superior One. He ducks down to shoot the leg and lifts Tom onto his shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry takeover, “-and here comes the MI Slam!” exclaims Comet, but as Johnny begins to pivot, Flesher shoves off while hooking the Barracuda’s arm, flipping JOHNNY to the mat with an arm drag! “By Zeus!” shouts Comet, as Johnny goes tumbling, end over end to the side of the ring. “The Superior One is once again displaying some excellent improvisational skill here--escaping an MI Slam and turning it against the Barracuda!” “About time you realized the skills of the Superior Ring General,” mutters Riley. “Maybe now you’ll realize that Johnny is a doomed soul!” Johnny pops back up to his feet, and just narrowly ducks down in time to avoid Flesher trying to grab onto him. He tries to go behind, but the Superior One spins to face him and unloads with a bitch slap to an “OOOOOOOOH!” from the fans! Johnny stumbles back and Flesher closes in, determined to keep the Barracuda at bay. He reaches for a lock up, but the Secret Agent fakes a punch with his left then smashes his right into the side of Tom’s head! WHAM! The Superior One is stunned just long enough for Johnny to pull his hand back again, and jam his palm straight into Flesher’s face, right between the eyes, with a Shotei Palmstrike that sends Tom rocking on his heels! THWACK! Johnny immediately bears down with a second Shotei then a third, and the Superior One realizes with growing horror that his foe is getting the better of him! THWACK! THWACK! “Finally,” cheers Comet. “It’s about time the Barracuda started using his winning ways against the Superior One! All he ever needed to do in this match is keep moving and keep himself out of Citizen Flesher’s reach, and now he’s taking it straight to the Superior One!” “Using those kung-fu strikes should be illegal,” cries Bobby. “If that’s the only way he can beat Tom than he really hasn’t beaten him in a wrestling match--this is not Teken!” Tom stumbles back and forth, clearly shell-shocked from the mighty blows. Johnny slides in and slings his foot into Flesher’s gut, doubling him over then snakes his arm around the Superior One’s head for a side headlock. He grabs Tom’s near arm and drapes it over his shoulder then reaches down, grabbing Flesher by his waist to haul him off his feet for a vertical suplex! The crowd cheers their approval as Johnny stalls for a moment… holding the Superior One high overhead then finally drops back, ferociously slamming Flesher’s back-and-shoulders against the canvas! WHAM! “A beautiful suplex by Johnny Dangerous,” says Comet. “He also showed some tremendous strength there, proving he can hang with the Superior One.” Johnny lands and keeps his hold on Flesher then whirls his legs to the side, rolling both of them to their feet as the crowd cheers on. He hauls Flesher up with another vertical suplex, only this time there is no stall. Johnny quickly thrusts himself back and practically shatters the Superior One’s spine with the tremendous impact! WHAAAAM!! “We have the rolling vertical’s going!” exclaims Comet. “Operative Dangerous is wisely picking at Flesher’s spine here with his attack. If Johnny can couple that with a tremendous hit of some sort, Flesher might not be able to respond!” “Oh, like what, a Juji-gatame,” says Bobby. “I’d like to see him try, really I would.” Again, Johnny whirls the leg and pulls him and Flesher to their feet, but Flesher bottoms out, making it nearly impossible for Johnny to continue his tirade. He thrusts his knee into the Barracuda’s gut, and Johnny immediately releases the Superior One, dropping to his knees and holding his stomach. Flesher stalks in, though a hand holds dearly to his back and the expression on his face makes it loud and clear that Johnny definitely hit a sore spot with the Superior One’s spine. Tom rushes in, but Johnny somersaults past the Superior One and pops to his feet directly behind him the jumps up, and levels Flesher with a drop kick to the back! Tom staggers to his feet, simply writing in pain, and Johnny flings his foot into Tom’s gut. Johnny rocks Flesher’s ribcage, and Tom doubles over, clenching his midsection and unintentionally leaving himself open for Johnny to apply a reverse standing head scissors to the Superior One’s head. “Wait a second, what’s this!?” shouts Comet, as the fans ignite with an explosive cheer. Johnny reaches back and locks his arms under Flesher’s then rolls over, placing the Superior One upside down against his back as he stands! A second later and Johnny jumps up, sits out… WHAAAAAAAAM!! … AND ABSOLUTELY DRILLS FLESHER, NECK-AND-SHOULDERS FIRST, INTO THE CANVAS WITH A TREMENDOUS VERTEBREAKER, SENDING A TIDAL SHOCKWAVE ALL THE WAY DOWN THE SUPERIOR ONE’S SPINE! “RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!” “WILD RIDE!” shouts Comet, “BY ZEUS, A WILD RIDE! JOHNNY DUG INTO HIS FALLEN PARTNER’S BAG OF TRICKS TO TRY AND PUT TOM FLESHER AWAY! THERE’S THAT BIG HIT, ROBERT, THERE’S THAT ONE FATAL MOVE THAT CAN STOP ANYONE DEAD IN THEIR TRACKS, BUT IS IT ENOUGH!?” Johnny reaches back and hooks Flesher’s leg, rearing back on it to firmly plant his shoulders into the canvas as Allision looks on mortified, and Hebner drops to count with the fans chanting out loud! ONEEEEEE!!!! TWOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! DING DING DING!!! “RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!” “By the ghost of Tom Jones!” exclaims Comet, leaping from his seat. “Johnny Dangerous has won this match—Johnny has won! “After the Flesh” blast from the speakers, but it’s barely heard as the arena explodes into cheers, and not one fan is left sitting—all eyes watching Mark Hebner raise Johnny Dangerous’ hand in victory! Funyon also leaps from his seat and raises the microphone to his lips. “The winner of this bout by pin-fall, ‘THE BARRAAAAAAACUDA’ JOOOOHNNY DAAAAAAAANGEROUUUUS!!!!!!” “What a monumental occasion this is,” says Comet, beaming from ear-to-ear. “Johnny Dangerous came out here and refused to accept anything less than victory, despite everything Citizen Flesher threw at him! He needed to win this match, he had to win this match, and he did! I think the new outfit might have even helped him win by giving him better movement.” “I don’t know why you’re going on about it like this, Comet! It’s not like he won the World Title or anything, he didn’t even win a contendership! No, you see, that prize is still Tom Flesher’s, and this is just a fluke—it’ll never amount to anything!” Bobby crosses his arms, fuming. “Tell that to these fans,” says Comet. “They’ll at least go home happy tonight; something they didn’t think they’d get at the beginning of this match! I’ll give Tom credit though as he dictated the flow of most of the match, and reversed just about everything Johnny threw at him until he gave the Barracuda too much room trying to mock him. If he had of capitalized there this match would have been his.” Allison crawls into the ring to check on the status of Tom, splashing water from her bottle of Dasani over his head and tearfully rubbing his face. On the opposite side of the ring, Johnny holds one arm high into the air while clinging to his abdomen with the other. His pain is great, but on his face he wears a smile, for tonight he knows he has taken one giant step to fulfilling his promise. He took the biggest gamble of his career, and came out on top. Knowing this, he pumps his fist to the crowd one last time… As we fade… to black. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Sly 0 Report post Posted June 29, 2004 Well here's the comments that I promised you, Johnny (even if I don't know if I'm that great at this): - First thing I noticed was that you used a lot of commas in your writing especially in the introduction section before the bell actually rang. A lot of them just didn't seem to flow with the match and it probably would have been best to either reorganize some sentences to take out the commas or to just leave out some of the extra information you had. - Second thing I've noticed is that I believe you had at least one problem with usage. I can't seem to find it now to use the exact words as an example, but that just shows how minor of a claim this is. Also, just to lump this all together as grammar, I've noticed that you've left a few words out here and there. It's just the mind working faster than the fingers. I do that a lot too. - Tom shuffles forward, and once again snaps a headlock onto Johnny Dangerous, squeezing down like a vice on the Secret Agent’s skull. Johnny, seizing the only opening he can find, thrusts his forearm underneath Tom’s chin, forcing him back just far enough… then whips his legs around, looking to scissor the Superior One’s head with them. However, Tom sees it coming a mile away and quickly rolls out of harms reach. This transition from move to move reads a little awkward to me. Maybe it's just my lack of real knowledge when it comes to wrestling, but I just didn't see how it went from one to the other... know what I mean? - I'm starting to notice that the commentary repeats a lot. There's only so many times that you can hear that Johnny is going for broke and knows that he can't out wrestle Tom. Commentary is tricky to write at times, but it seems rather one sided at this point. - Just a side note, I enjoy obscure references. I don't think you can get much more obscure than Stretch Armstrong. - Some of the action around the first string of pin attempts seems to read a little thin to me and lack any real purpose. I just don't know why Tom would try and pin Johnny twice after nothing more than a German Suplex. This once again might just be my lack of wrestling logic. - desperately trying to pry them away before Johnny can land a suplex, but the Secret Agent shuffles backwards and jerks the Superior One into perfect place, refusing to give an inch. This reads as if Johnny pulled Tom to an actual location called "Perfect Place". I would assume what you were trying to say was that Johnny pulled Tom into a place where he can't reach Johnny to break the hold making it a "perfect place", or at least something of that nature. - Once again, there's some words in here that just aren't right. My best guess would be that you ran a spell check in your editing process and it just skipped the words seeing as they are correctly spelt, but still in the wrong usage. I don't particularly like the way the ending goes down, but that's just my opinion and not really something I feel I should correct in the match. Anyways... maybe some of this stuff will help you. I don't know what exactly I have in this post as I just commented as I went along. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Suicide King Report post Posted June 29, 2004 I hope Manson posts his match, as it has one of the best endings ever. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Golgo 13 0 Report post Posted June 29, 2004 Yeah. Truthfully, King, I don't know what you were thinking by not picking it. --- The Rosenblatt Stadium sits in wait for the first match, as the latest edition of SWF SMARKDOWN comes off the sleep-inducing opening promo. "(Comet) Welcome to SWF Smarkdown, LIVE from Omaha, Nebraska! We have a big show lined up for tonight, including a Cruiserweight Title defense for new champion Austin Sly, a Boiler Room Brawl for the ICTV Championship, and a battle for the Number One Contendership to the World Heavyweight Title between Danny Williams and Toxxic! In addition, our main event tonight features Johnny Dangerous versus current Contender to the World Heavyweight Title, Tom Flesher!" "(Riley) Nebraska? Whose bright idea was this? I've been to rest areas that were more scenic than this place." "(Comet) I'll bet! But to kick off our festivities, we have a triple threat!" The crowd snaps to attention and roars, as “Gimme Shelter” by The Rolling Stones kicks up on the PA! Munich saunters out and soaks in the cheers, as he stops at the head of the ramp. He pulls out a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket, and carefully places them standing up, before lifting his shirt up over his head. He tosses the garment to the side, as he begins his brisk walk to the ring. "(Funyon) The following contest is a triple threat match! First, making his way down to the ring, hailing from Dallas, Texas -- standing six feet, four inches, and weighing in at two-hundred and sixty pounds! MMUUUNNIIICH!" Munich slides in under the bottom rope, and as he pops up to his feet, he points to the crowd, who cheers for the fan favorite once more. Taking the top right corner, he goes about jogging in place, anxiously waiting on his opponent. "(Comet) Well, Munich was part of another triple threat just a show ago, as Ryan Dustin overcame both him and Manson to acquire the Number One Contendershp to the Hardcore Title." "(Riley) Didn't that match seem a little short to you?" "(Comet) Perhaps it was edited down from the taped version…" "(Riley) Wasn't the show live? And weren't we there, just a few feet away?" "(Comet) Yes. What is your point, Bobbo?" "(Riley) I'm not sure." Munich begins to stretch out against the ropes, as the house lights dim, the void filled by multi-colored strobes and the sounds of "Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck" by Prong! The fans deliver a modest ovation, as Manson emerges through the entryway and immediately starts down the ramp. "(Funyon) And his opponent, hailing from Denver, Colorado -- standing six feet even, and weighing in at two-hundred and thirty pounds! MMAAANNSSONN!" Manson rolls in under the bottom rope, and as he stands, turns just right, where he takes the corner opposite of Munich. "(Comet) Speak of the devil. Citizen Manson didn't fare too well in his return, stumbling out of the gates, but he has spent a ludicrous amount of time training and wresting during his time in Japan. I have all confidence that he'll be able to find his rythym." "(Riley) He looks better than ever, in my opinion. I get excited just thinking about what he can do with that body, and if he does find his rythym, oh man…." "(Comet) Wait, what?" Manson stares down Munich through strands of black hair, and Munich eyes Manson just the same, as "Nice Guys Finish Last" by Green Day hits. Rob Gilbert walks though the curtains, a smug look on his face and arms outstretched, followed close behind by a large, imposing man. The fans, not sure what to make of him, heckle him regardless, only to be met with indifference from Gilbert as he continues down the ramp and nears the ring. "(Funyon) And finally, being accompanied by Mitch Duncan and hailing from Chappaqua, New York -- standing five feet, eleven inches, and weighing in at one-hundred and sixty-five pounds! ROB GIIILBERRT!" Gilbert turns the corner, continuing to ignore the fans as he heads up the ring steps, as Duncan hops up on the apron and sits on the middle rope. Gilbert steps into the ring through the opening, and holds up his left hand, as the crowd gets the message and begins to boo. Both Manson and Munich turn their attention to the newcomer, as Gilbert turns to his left and takes the corner, and Duncan hops down to the floor and heads toward his associate's corner. Gilbert carefully strips off his dark coat and folds it neatly, and hands it to Duncan, who places it on the ring steps. Funyon escapes the ring, and referee Matthew Kivell calls for the bell… ::DING DING!:: However, immediately afterward, Kivell points Duncan to the back, sending him away! Gilbert's jaw drops, as Duncan heads to the back, defeated, but with enough anger to argue his way up the ramp. "(Comet) From what little I know about him, Rob Gilbert grew up with influence, every whim and desire at his fingertips, before finally using that influence to get into wrestling. He's accompanied by Mitch Duncan, or at least he was, as Matt Kivell sends him to the back!" "(Riley) That's not very fair. How does Kivell know Duncan was going to do anything?" "(Comet) He couldn't take that chance. With three men to keep track of, Kivell didn't need another one to worry about. I doubt you could handle three guys." "(Riley) You'd be surprised." Gilbert curses Kivell, but Kivell ignores him, as Manson and Munich emerge from their corners and meet in the center of the ring for a stare down. Gilbert doesn't budge, only bothering to nervously look at his two opponents as they lock up. In the lock up, though Manson is able to hold him off for a few moments, Munich is able to gain the advantage, as he pushes Manson back. Manson puts a stop to that, with a knee lift to the gut. Now with the upper hand, Manson tosses Munich to the ground. Munich gets back up immediately, and Manson follows up with a clutch of his wrist, and a whip to the topside ropes. As Munich springs off, Gilbert makes his move, with a jumping forearm, which sends Munich to the mat. Manson doesn’t look too pleased, as he heads after Gilbert, who begins stomping and kicking away on Munich. "(Comet) Gilbert capitalizes on Manson's advantage with a flying forearm!… Which Manson doesn’t look very happy with!" "(Riley) Huh… surprising that Manson would be upset with that." "(Comet) Undoubtedly, but while Manson definitely isn't helping Munich, he's a proud individual who doesn't appreciate Gilbert getting in the way of his attack." Munich rolls away from the attack, as Manson lumbers toward Gilbert. Building a head of steam, Manson stretches an arm out, and takes Gilbert out with a lariat! Manson bends down to lift Gilbert up by the head, but Gilbert swats him away and ducks just outside the ring, where he takes a knee. Manson now reaches down to bring him back in, but Gilbert is out of his reach, as Munich rolls outside and clobbers him from behind with a forearm! Gilbert hits his feet and stumbles away from Munich, getting distance between himself and his pursuer. Gilbert rolls in underneath the aisleside ropes, confident that he had gotten out of harm's way, but he feels the weight of Manson crash down on the back of his neck, as Manson drops an elbow! Manson rolls Gilbert onto his back and goes for the pinfall, complete with a fist clenched to the middle rope… "ONE!" "TW--" But Munich slides into the ring and breaks it up! However, as he touches Manson, the POWER OF MANSONOSITY CAUSES HIM TO EXPLODE INTO MILLIONS OF PIECES! GILBERT STANDS UP! BUT HIS EYES FALL OUT FROM THE SIGHT! HOLY SHIT!! MANSON ROLLS THE BLIND GILBERT UP! KIVELL COUNTS OUT OF FEAR OF DYING AT THE HAND OF MIGHTY MMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNSSSSSSSSSONNNNNN! "ONE!" "TWO!!!!" "THREE!!!!!!!!!!" ::DING DING!:: "(Funyon) Your winner, MAAANNNSSSOOOOONN!" "(Riley) Wow. I've really gotta stop with the LSD..." "(Comet) LOLLERSKATES! WE'LL BE BACK WITH MORE SMARKDOWN. WTFWJD!" Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hank Kingsley 0 Report post Posted June 29, 2004 Holy shit. Manson for World Champion now. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Suicide King Report post Posted June 29, 2004 Genius. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
King Cucaracha 0 Report post Posted June 29, 2004 That SO should have won. If only for LOLLERSKATES. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Sly 0 Report post Posted June 29, 2004 .... Bwahahahahahahaha! I can't stop laughing and it's starting to hurt. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Fratastic Report post Posted June 29, 2004 Can I get some opinions, replies, comments, and viewpoints on my match as well to help improve..next time sly ur mine.. "We have a great match-up scheduled next between possibly two of the best up-and-coming wrestlers in this federation" exclaims Bobby Riley as he can hardly control himself with the excitement of two heels facing off between each other. "A good match indeed as Austin Sly is already set to defend his title he so rightfully earned defeating Johnny Dangerous at the last Lockdown" interjects Cyclone Comet "And already he is up against new-comer Martin "Big Country" Hunt." "Hey, the Big Country is on his way up that SWF Ladder and he is climbing fast after Austin Sly" Riley comments defending his beloved Martin Hunt. The lights shut off as the Rosenblatt Stadium silences in preparation of the next event. The Megatron lights up and displays the fraternal letters of Pi Kappa Phi. Images of parties and lovely ladies are seen but they quickly fade out into newly seen action shots of Martin Hunt wrestling. It shows Sean Davis getting liquor spat into his eyes and then getting the "Sweet Southern Comfort" DDT finisher. Shots of Martin putting the "Black Out" sleeper on Heath Black are shown next as the freeze frame stops on Martin smirking with a beer in hand. "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..." Hank Williams Jr's sweet southern vocals invade the Nebraska stronghold as the crowd immediately errupts in a chorus of boos as Martin walks out from behind the black satin curtains and the lights slowly fade back on. Funyon: "This next match-up is a scheduled Cruiserweight Title Defense, set with Cruiserweight rules, First, the challenger, weighing in at two-hundred and twenty pounds at six-foot two-inches, Martin "Big Country" Huuuuuuuunnnt." Martin struts down towards the ring with a determined look on his face. Several fans are booing Hunt tremendously as Martin doesn't seem to notice, as he walks and slides under the bottom rope and into the ring. Riley: "I can't wait for Martin to gain some gold around his waist after this match." Comet: "Some gold or do you just wanna see something around his waist Bobby?" Riley: :unsure of the comment: "I'm not quite sure about you sometimes Cyclone, as I am just implying that Martin may come out of this match surprising alot of people, in fact I wouldn't be surprised if he surprised Austin Sly here tonight." Comet: "He has his work cut out indeed but Sly is one tricky intelligent wrestler; you have to really sit back and admire his work in the ring as he is a real technician." Riley: "Yea but we will.. Bobby is cut off as an acoustic guitar is heard followed by an engulfing blue light that fills the air. The tension and driving motivation is felt throughout the sold out crowd as out from behind the curtains emerges Austin Sly looking calm as usual but this time with some gold strung around his shoulder. The lights in the arena swirl and become seizure-like as Sly stretches his neck and arms at the stage and polishes his belt a few times, before strutting down towards the ring like he owns the place focusing on everything around him and his preceptions as a SWF Crusierweight Champion. Loud boos are heard as Sly pays no attention at all to them and continues his confident-like stride to the ring. Funyon: "And the reigning Cruiserweight Champion, weighing in at two-hundred and thirty pounds, at six-foot three inches, Austin Sllllllllllllly." Sly climbs through the middle rope and enters the ring, Martin stands back showing an upmost admiration for the cruiserweight champ--yet at the same time displaying absolute focus on the task at hand. Funyon is handed the Cruiserweight Belt as he holds it up to the crowd getting a mixed reaction of boos and a few cheers as the fans are still upset with Johnny Dangerous's defeat. Funyon takes the belt with him and exits the ring as the referee checks over both wrestlers for any foreign objects brought with them. "These two seem to be almost identical in size, they have the same cocky persona, and they are both spiteful towards the crowd," begins Comet, "It's almost as if they have no respect for the fans but are focused on themselves like bratty little kids." "Citizen Hunt and Citizen Sly are both of the upmost of character, they may not be a great superhero like some of your idols, but they display the type of caliber needed to succeed in this federation," defends Riley "In fact, I think Citizen Hunt may have the upper hand because I feel Citizen Sly may underestimate his abilities in the ring." "You may have a point there.." states Comet just as the match begins underway. ::DING DING:: Both Austin and Martin slowly circle around each other, like an old-western gun fight sizing the other man up. Suddenly they both stop and spring into motion like rattlesnakes jumping on the opportunity to kill as they both reach out to grapple the other. Martin's longer arms come into play as he is able to reach Sly first and gain advantage in the first grapple of the night. Hunt uses his strength and begins this match by delivering a very vicious sounding European uppercut to the jaw and chin of Austin Sly. WHACK! The fearsome blow catches Sly off-guard momentarily as he wipes at his mouth and takes a step back to reconfigure his gameplan. Comet: "Man did you hear that hit!! It looks like that fierce uppercut may have warned Sly not to look past this new challenger." "Ha, that's right, you can't look past anyone here especially the talent of Martin Hunt" states Riley. As if finally having the entire match thought-out, Sly runs towards Martin and flies at him with a hellacious looking clothesline, he goes and NO! at the last possible second Martin ducks to avoid potential diseaster. Being the more experienced wrestler, Sly bounces off the ropes and comes back at the back of Martin's head with a running bulldog. Martin's unexpected noggin bounces off the mat in an ackward fashion as Sly quickly follows up with an ankle-lock, causing Hunt to swivel on the mat in pain from the freshly applied move. Sly breaks the hold and cockily waits for Martin to get up to his feet. "I think the cockiness of Sly may be causing him to allow Martin to much time to recover, he should keep delivering more fierce moves to Hunt" says Comet before interrupted by Riley. "It isn't called cocky if you can back it up, and backing it up is just what Sly is doing, watch this! WATCH THIS! I love this part!" Riley exclaims as he is nearly jumping out of his chair to await the upcoming move.. Sly grabs Martin up by his short curly hair and begins slapping the back of Martin's head just messing with him, the slaps lead into massive chops that strike at the heart of Martin's fraternity shirt. Sly reaches his left arm back for another sudden chop as Martin impulsively blocks and grabs ahold of Sly's hand forcing it around Sly's back into a great arm-bar takedown as Sly goes down to the mat surprised. Martin has a look of utter concentration as he kicks the downed Sly in the lower back before appling an almost perfected boston crab. The intense leg-lock hold catches Sly off guard causing him to rip away at the mat crawling inch by inch towards the ropes. "I for one just don't see how Hunt is able to do it, I mean it seems every night he goes and parties with his fraternity brothers and then on nights of his fights, he just grims and bears it. He has the true soul and abilities of a champion in my book, hell anyone that can do that night in and night out is definitely not only a wrestler but a warrior." boasts Riley of his latest favorite, Martin Hunt. "You know for someone who isn't particularily found of cruiserweight matches you sure do show alot of interest in Martin Hunt, are you just obsessed with him?" chuckles Comet. "I speak the same about any of my favorites, I mean, so I root for the better man, what's it to you? Don't you have some Marvel comics to whack off to?" in a sterner voice from Riley. "I believe you have me confused with your own activities you damn fool! Oh I just realized why you were so cranky ::pulls out a huge cherry blow-pop: See here ya go, a nice big blow-job err I mean Blow-Pop. This will calm your nerves just to have something to suck on.." replies Comet. As Riley hushes up and sucks on his blow-pop, Sly is able to reach the bottom ropes causing Martin to have to break his boston crab hold. Martin slowly picks Austin off the ground by his hair and shoves his head and body through the middle rope towards the outside of the ring, where Sly lands on his shoulder and lays on the ground as Martin climbs the to the top of the turnbuckle. "This could smell danger for Austin" Martin jumps off the turnbuckle with a great momentum as several flash cameras go off. Martin soars high above Sly like a 747 in route as he throws a huge elbow in the air and prepares for a solid impact landing on Sly's chest. Sly senses the danger and rolls out of harm's way as Martin crashes to the outside of the apron and lands flat on his elbow wrenching his arm in extensive pain while Sly climbs to his feet. SMACK! The ref inside the ring begins counting.. ONE! "Ouch! You can bet that Martin's arm is hurting worse than Roger Clemmon's after that no-hitter was pitched against the Braves. The twenty-count for cruiserweight matches should allow for several other high risk manuevers like that one to be taken as it looks like Austin is preparing for another round of assaults.." claims Comet as he looks to his sidekick Riley for more help on commentating, but Riley is just busily sucking away at the now half-gone Blow-Pop.. TWO! Austin grabs Martin by the shoulders and slings him into the closest metal guard rail as Martin reaches back and holds his back in pain before slumping down to his knees on the arena floor. THREE! Sly runs and dropkicks Martin right in the face, connecting directly with the lower jaw of Hunt as the momentum from the kick takes both Martin and Austin down the the floor. SCHMACK! FOUR! FIVE! Both men struggle to be the first one up, as Martin climbs to his feet first holding his sore jaw that seems to be sloping downwards a bit. Sly pops to his feet next and runs towards Martin only to be grabbed off guard and slammed down to the mat with authority by a huge shoulder break from Martin. Sly grabs his shoulder momentarily as Martin reaches down attempting a choke-hold NO! Sly extends his left legs over his body to connect with the jaw once more of Martin as Martin slumps down quickly to the mat holding his jaw yet again. Sly climbs to his feet, jumps onto the apron and drops back down onto Martin with a frog-splash that takes all the wind out of Martin's lungs as several more cameras went off to capture the high-flying moves of Austin. SIX! SEVEN! Austin cockily walks over to the commentators table and grabs Riley's headset as Bobby continues sucking away and almost finishing the Blow-Pop.. Austin begins, "Boy, I think Riley could suck the chrome off of a bumper the way he is devouring that sucker! :pauses as Comet and Sly both laugh: It has got to be tough; grabbing up two quick wins and then thrownin the ring with me--your Cruiserweight Champion and I'll be damned if I am going to let some hillbilly fraternity boy come in here and strip me of my title. Personally, this kid isn't ready to face me yet-but hell I will give him a good ass-whoop.." throws down the headset as Martin approaches the table. EIGHT! NINE! TEN! Sly runs towards Martin only to be stopped short and kicked in no-man's land. Austin bends down in anguish as Martin grabs Sly and prepares him for a powerbomb by placing his head through his legs. Martin pauses for a minute and takes in a deep breath as he lifts the slightly heavier man up into the air and slams him down hard onto the outside arena floor. BAM! SMACK! The sound of flesh hitting the floor sounds as though the confidence, momentum, and life of Sly and seeped out through that move and thudded against the floor. It's the sound of pure pain and pure flesh on cement contact. Some parents cover younger children's eyes as the move was so devestating that both men are on their backs dazed for the few quick moments. ELEVEN! TWELVE! "WHAT A MOVE! That move saved Martin's chances of remaining in this match for the time being as it appears both men are struggling to recover from that extreme move performed by Hunt." exclaims Riley for the first time he has been heard in a few minutes. A huge red color is evident on his teeth and lips and appears to look almost like lipstick. "Outstanding indeed, and Bobby you didn't have to dress up for this match, it's just casual dress as usual." smirks Comet as he can hardly hold in his laughter. "What do you mean I am wearing my normal outfit? I don't think I am over dressed, I made sure everything was matching and that I looked proper." states Riley, whom sounds way too involved in fashion for a normal man of his nature. "I am talking about the red lipstick that you took upon the courtesy of wearing to the match, HAHA! I didn't know whether you were trying to impress me or your newly acquired favorite Martin Hunt with that :Deliverence sounding tone: "purty lil' mouth of yours" interjects Comet as he laughs hysterically. "It's all fun and games until someone is in the hospital.." mutters Riley as he wipe away at his red stained mouth. THIRTEEN! FOURTEEN! FIFTEEN! Both men regain composure and somehow stumble back onto their feet, after a few seconds of recovery, Sly and Hunt both slide face first into the ring under the bottom ropes to avoid any chance of a possible count-out. Sly is the first to act and goes for a spinning heel kick to the face of Martin, Martin ducks as Sly goes for another attempt--this time Martin catches his leg and flips it up in the air sending Sly into a backwards mid-air flip that Austin quickly lands back on his feet. Martin sees his chance and goes for a quick dropkick, Sly moves to the side and throws Martin's extended legs back down to the mat, but doesn't see the rear leg-sweep coming to his ankles from Martin's already in motion right leg. Reacting from the leg-sweep, Sly flips once more in the air and lands in his feet at the same exact moment that Martin spring boards himself off the mat and back into wrestling stance. They both pause for a minute as the crowd cheers slightly out of admiration of their abilities and talents rather than their actually personalities and character. "These two athletes are showing great agilities and abilities to attack and counter and to react on each other's movements, it's like watching the sequel to the Matrix with Neo.." replies Comet once again not failing to mention a fellow superhero whenever he can. "Neo!? Are you kidding me? What could you possibly see in that no-acting only famous for special effects in movies Keanu anyway? You call that acting, now Al Pacino in Scarface, that was acting.."say hello to my little friend!" exclaims Riley as the Scarface line is said in a slight cuban Tony Montana type of accent that sounds more gayish than gangster. "Oh you have a little friend alright, a very little friend indeed! In fact, I believe alot of your big talk and rooting for the bad guys is just a way to divert all the attention away from the small size of your pen.." Comet is broken off as it seems like Sly has once again outmanuevered Hunt by kicking and punching his way out of a near DDT. As Martin is stunned by having his move blocked, Sly runs and drops off the middle rope to connect with devasting and sickening spinning heel kick that smacks literally all known taste from Martin's jaw. SLAP! SMACK! CRUNCH! A snapping noise is heard slightly only be the referee and Sly as Martin grabs his jaw on his way down to the canvass. He is in immense pain and struggling to withstand tears and howling screams out into the crowd. As the referee checks on Martin, he notices that Martin's lower jaw has been sprained/fractured and is just hanging by the flesh of Hunt's mouth. The referee starts to signal for the bell but Martin holds him off. Martin gets up and unwraps a few strands of tape off his wrist which he uses to strap his lower jaw in place and serve as a type of sling for his jaw. Sly is impressed but doesn't show it as he flexes his arms and taps his boots showing the imminate power that can be delivered behind his blows. The ref asks Martin if he is sure he wants to continue, as Martin shakes his head he is immediately grabbed up and scooped slammed down to the mat by Austin. "I can't believe we just witnessed Sly's middle-rope spinning heel kick break Martin's jaw, and then Martin tapped it up, what kind of man can endure that much pain?" questions Comet as Riley quickly retorts "We don't know its broken, it could be fractured, out of socket, or hell just needs some more water. I guarentee you nothing is going to keep Martin from finishing this match andshowing exactly why he is so deserving of a title shot." Austin applies a mildly-strong abdominal stretch as he tries to literally put Martin through an abdominal hell that even workout king Richard Simmons couldn't endure. Taken by his outstanding dedication to this match, suddenly the fans become somewhat supportive of Martin. They begin a quick chant.. "MAR-TIN" "MAR-TIN" The chant grows louder till it becomes almost deafining, Hunt stomps on Sly's boot causing him to loose balance slightly, which results in Martin being able to elbow Sly in the ribs until the hold loosens up for good. With his current rush of momentum, Martin jumps into the air as if carried by the wind, and places his size 13 boot against the head of Austin Sly with a tremendous scissor-kick that sends Sly sailing to the mat and a knot quickly growing in place of where the size 13 boot formerly was. Martin climbs the tope ropes, poses with his hands held straight up in the air as he rest on top of the turnbuckle. Sweat pours from his forehead as blood pours from his mouth and several fans within the crowd quickly take multiple action shots of Martin as he leaps high above the ring, brings his elbows and knees together and then spreads them out quickly to immulate his infamous "Donkey Punch" money shot frogsplash which solidly connects over the midsection of the laid out Austin Sly. The wind is easily knocked out of both men now as luckily Martin landed on Sly and rolls a leg up for a pin.. ONE! TWO! THRE! NO! Sly felt the title slipping through his hands as he barely slides his shoulder off the mat and follows up with a closed-fisted punch to Martin's right cheek causing Martin to grasp his jaw. "That was a near pinfall and should serve as huge motivation for Martin" exclaims Cyclone "I for one am highly impressed with the intensity shown behind both of these wrestlers as they seem to keep fighting till there is no fight left." Riley tired of listening to Cyclone begins, "Yea and I am about getting exhausted myself just by watching these two go at it, have you ever heard of a donkey ponch? What a funny name, almost like the Tony Danza..." Comet easily gets a cheap shot in at Bobby, "You would know about some kind of sexual positions and moves like that, as you claim your not gay, or even curious for that matter, I still bet you would hold one in your mouth 'till the swelling went down!" Riley flushes as he comes back with a not so witty comment, "I hold nothing in my mouth that long, I'll be damned to let you think otherwise sick-ass!" :Comet laughs as Riley just stops knowing he will only dig himself deeper. Martin and Sly both climb to their feet and are caught in another grapple, this time Sly seems to have gained a second wind as he quickly kicks Martin in the stomach, which causes him to bend over and catches a stunning reverse DDT that causes Martin to land flat on his neck and seemingly out for the count. As the DDT is finalized, Sly pulls Martin's leg up for a pin.. ONE! TWO! THRE! NO! Once again another close pinfall as Martin barely is able to kick out, frustrated, Sly punches Martin hard in the kidneys and rolls Martin back up into a pin this time using the ropes to help him gain leverage in the pin. The ref is none the wiser as he can't see Sly's legs stretched and bearing down weight onto Hunt's body for the pinfall.. ONE! TWO! THREE! NO! So close, yet Martin again sneaks a shoulder up just in time. Sly slaps the mat three times showing his frustration and demands Soapdish for a faster count. While Sly argues with the ref, Martin uses the time to sneak his legs up and wrapped them around Sly's neck as Austin's eyes widen in shock. Hunt's legs then twist around Sly's neck like a fat kid's fingers unwrapping a piece of candy from out of a stubborn wrapper. A HEAD SCISSOR TAKE-DOWN! Martin smirks as he feels momentum back on his side after a near defeat, he grabs Sly off the mat and stuns him with a blantant close-fisted uppercut that catches Sly right on the chin, causing it to bust open and hardly bleed. Soapdish warns Martin about the punches and possible disqualification just as Martin right hooks Sly into the ropes and shakes off the ref. "Those are very brutal punches, I can't believe Soapdish is going to let those slide by," starts Comet "Hell if Sly was to do one of those and catch Hunt in the jaw, I believe this match would be over." Riley: "Well, Hunt's a strong guy and is flat out tired of being pushed around and bullied by this so-called former Cruiserweight Champ Sly, and yes I said FORMER! So save your superhero talk, save your play by the rules theme for another match tonight because as of right now, Martin Hunt is playing by his own rules, in his own game." Martin grabs the shaken up Sly and slings him into the ropes on the opposite side of the ring, Sly bounces back on the ropes momentum as he is dazed after those Mike Tyson-like right hooks. As Sly runs towards Hunt, Hunt prepares and wraps his arms around Sly's and then lifts him up in the air with his face facing the huge knee his head is about to hit on impact on the mat as Hunt nails Sly's forehead with the "100 Proof" WWE's HHH knee-like manuver. Hunt rests on his knee as he pauses and wipes the sweat and blood off his face. Sly lays on the mat face down stirring a little bit as sweat pours from his body and blood lightly spots out of his chin. Martin looks around and to his surprise he is no longer being booed but is receiving a mixed reaction of more cheers than boos. Martin stands up and yells out "WHO-HA!" as the crowd screams it back, telling Martin to finish Sly. Martin grabs Sly and goes for the crushing sleeper hold known as "Black-Out". As he wraps his arms around Sly, Sly ducks and flips Martin over his shoulders to avoid a death-like submission move. Quickly Sly runs and spring boards off the middle rope and flips in the air to "Sky Surf" onto Martin like a cross-body takedown as both men hit the mat hard. Sly seizes his chance and cockily, stomps one foot on Martin's chest and flexes for the pin.. ONE! TWO! Martin easily kicks out of the arrogant pin as Sly grabs Martin off the mat and gets him ready for the "Earthquake" power bomb. As Sly goes to put Martin's head between his legs, Martin charges and tackles the midsection of Sly catching him completely off-guard. Sly slowly climbs to his feet as Martin grabs him by the hair and puts his head under his right-arm and picks Austin up off the mat at a slight 45 degree angle and then drops him viciously and feriociously on his head for the "SWEET SOUTHERN COMFORT" finisher. Worn out, Martin can hardly crawl to Sly to make the pin, but is able to throw an arm over him as the ref begins.. ONE! TWO! THREE!!! Sly uses every ounce of power to kick out but is too late. Martin falls back and just lays on his back worn out and holding his jaw as Soapdish hands the Cruiserweight title to Martin, Martin slides on his knees and holds the belt up for all its worth! Riley: "Oh my god! He did it! And they say it couldn't be done, who would have thought that Martin Hunt would go through hell and back tonight to become the new Smarks Wrestling Federation Cruiserweight Champion, I mean I did, I knew it all along :sounds somewhat unsure:" Comet: "What a hellacious match between those two as we witnessed a great showing of two men giving it their all for the sake of one title. These guys deserve the upmost respect and should be seen as warriors and Folks, we will continue tonight's broadcast after these commericals!" *note i had to cut it short cause i went over in length* Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Sly 0 Report post Posted June 29, 2004 If you want me to read and comment on the whole match, I will... but the first thing I noticed is that you switched up the announcer's gimmicks for a few lines there. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Fratastic Report post Posted June 29, 2004 swtiched up? i had riley as a strong heel lover with gay impulses and cyclone as a superhero face man.. yea that would be greatly appreciated, also kudos on your win Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Sly 0 Report post Posted June 29, 2004 "Citizen Hunt and Citizen Sly are both of the upmost of character, they may not be a great superhero like some of your idols, but they display the type of caliber needed to succeed in this federation," defends Riley "In fact, I think Citizen Hunt may have the upper hand because I feel Citizen Sly may underestimate his abilities in the ring." That's the specific part that I was speaking of... Riley never calls anyone "citizen" and for the most part probably resents the fact that Comet does. Anyways... I'm going to try and work on my match for a while until I get bored of it. Then I'll come back and edit comments for you into this post. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Fratastic Report post Posted June 29, 2004 alright thanks.. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Suicide King Report post Posted June 29, 2004 and before anyone asks, hunt has already received my comments via pm. so there. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
