Storm losing matches

[Angel_Grace_Blue 0]

Well, I amz teh lose. Perhaps next time (Unless my overwhelming depression consumes me and I decide to no-show forever) I'll pull out a win...or something.

 

Now, teh match! Tell me the sucky parts and such.

 

SWF Storm comes back from yet another promo for the upcoming Ground Zero pay per view, television cameras panning around the packed HSBC arena which has a larger-than-normal Tom Flesher section. As a very excited fan waves a Petey the Irish Penguin foam flipper, Cyclone Comet and Bobby Riley come into view at the broadcast table near ringside.

 

“Hello citizens and citizenesses, and welcome back to this action-packed edition of SWF Storm! I, as always, am the one and only Cyclone Comet! And the Aquaman to my remaining members of the Super Friends, Robert Riley!”

 

“Now what the hell does that mean? Besides that, it means you’re the Wonder Twins! Form of suck! Shape of lame!” Riley cackles with delight.

 

“Like that matters. I’m pretty sure that even the monkey could kick Aquaman’s ass.” Comet retorts, then remembers that he’s on television. “I apologize for that fans. We’ve just seen a very interesting match between Wayward Son member Edward James and newcomer Vladimir Everheart. Now, we’ve got a match with another newcomer, and a recently returned quasi-legend. It’s the Birdman taking on Andrea Montgomery!”

 

“Quasi-legend? That mask is too tight, Comet, you’ve cut off the oxygen supply to your brain. I’ve been in the ring with Andrea Montgomery, and let me tell you, she won’t last. She barely made it during her first attempt at wrestling.”

 

Before Riley can further bash Montgomery, Funyon steps into the ring, ready to introduce the competitors. “Let’s Get Retarded” by the Black Eyed Peas begins to play, causing many fans to think back to the idiotic NBA playoffs commercials. But instead of George Gervin dancing, it’s the Birdman getting jiggy on the stage.

 

“Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is set for one fall, with count outs and disqualifications in effect. Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred and nineteen pounds, THE BIIIIIIIIIIRDMAAAAAAAAAAN!!”

 

Birdman trots down the ramp, high-fiving many of the fans, climbs onto the apron, and extends his arms, stretching out his ‘cape’. Birdman hops over the top rope, removes the cape, and looks towards the entrance, waiting for Andrea.

 

“That is a very interesting design on Birdman’s costume tonight. I’m an amateur bird-watcher, but I cannot for the life of me figure out what bird he is dressed as.” Comet says, befuddled.

 

“I think it’s a turkey vulture, Cykes! No...wait, it’s more of a toucan, I think. I wonder if he’s got some Froot Loops on him.”

 

The lights in the HSBC arena dim and green pyrotechnics erupt around the stage, signaling the arrival of Andrea Montgomery. The arena is bathed in a green aura as the lights come back on and Andrea steps out onto the stage, the first notes of No Doubt’s “Just a Girl” playing on the speakers.

 

“And his opponent, from Biloxi, Mississippi, she weighs in at one hundred and forty-three pounds, AAAAANDREAAAA MOOONTGOOOMERRRRRRY!”

 

A shower of green sparks rains down on Andrea as she makes her way to the ring, greeting fans along the way. She leaps directly onto the apron, grabs the top rope and catapults herself inside the ring. The Birdman calmly removes his cape and hands it to Funyon, who exits the ring to set beside the timekeeper, who performs the first half of his job.

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

“And this match is underway folks! This is going to be a fast-moving contest, I’m sure of it. I’ll even be so bold as to say that this match should have occurred under cruiserweight rules, but what can you do?” Comet states.

 

The two lightweights circle each other, neither wanting to make a mistake his or her lightning fast opponent can take advantage of. Andrea steps in, looking to send Birdman to the mat. Birdy sidesteps and cracks an elbow against Andrea’s temple. Birdman closes the distance and brings Montgomery down with a DDT. Birdman quickly gets to his feet, Andrea right after, but she eats a heel kick to the jaw, staggering her backwards. Birdman dashes forward and plants a forearm across Andrea’s face, knocking her down.

 

“Nice moves from this newcomer. Andrea Montgomery certainly looks to have some spots of ring rust.”

 

“Ring rust? Wouldn’t that imply that she had talent to begin with but her inactivity has tarnished it? You and your crazy sayings, Comet.” Bobby sneers.

 

The Birdman quickly makes a lateral press cover and referee Anthony Michael Hall drops down to make the count.

 

ON...NO!

 

Andrea kicks out and she and the Birdman both get to their feet. Birdman remains on the offensive end, though, as he whips Andrea to the ropes and catches her with a dropkick. Birdman quickly scales the turnbuckles and flies off, crashing down on Andrea with a moonsault. Birdman stays down, looking for another pin attempt.

 

ONE!

 

TW..NO!

 

Andrea kicks out again, and the Birdman looks upset at his ability to put down Andrea, or lack thereof.

 

“The Birdman going for two quick pin attempts, neither getting very far into the count.”

 

“True, Comet, but Andrea Montgomery has not landed a single offensive maneuver. And, honestly, I don’t think that she will by the time this match ends.”

 

The Birdman pulls Andrea to her feet and whips her into the ropes. As she comes off the rebound, Birdy shifts his body and extends his left foot, looking for a kick. Andrea sees the strike coming, leaps into the air, scissors Birdman’s leg, and twists, dragging Birdy to the mat on his stomach. Andrea gets to her feet and drives a knee to the back of Birdman’s head as he’s attempting to regain his footing. Andrea backs up several feet and performs a front handspring, turning it into a phoenix splash, landing on Birdman’s back.

 

“Well Bobert, you’ve just been proven wrong. Andrea Montgomery has hit some moves finally. This match is starting to get interesting.”

 

Riley simply harrumphs as the action is indeed picking up. Rather than go for the pin attempt, Andrea scales the turnbuckles, waiting for the Birdman to climb to his feet. As he does, unaware of Andrea’s whereabouts, Andrea takes several steps on the top turnbuckle, slides a few more feet and leaps off, striking the Birdman in the back of the head with a spinning heel kick! However, the force behind the move is not enough for the Birdman to go down, and he simply stumbles forward in the parallel set of ropes Andrea leapt from. Seeing this, Andrea runs back to the ropes she was currently on, bounces off and goes into a forward roll. Andrea springs up just as Birdman, head now cleared, turns around only to have his head get even foggier as Andrea stuns him with a sit-out shoulder jawbreaker!

 

“Tuckerman and Roll! Andrea Montgomery just rattled Birdman’s cage with that jawbreaker!”

 

“Bah! That move is lame. The Bird-breaker is better. Besides, it’s not like Andrea’s actually going to win this match.” Bobby says, though far from his usual flamboyantly confident self.

 

Andrea quickly capitalizes on the groggy state Birdman is in by leaping on his shoulders, spinning a full three hundred sixty degrees, and sending Birdman head-over-heels with a satellite rana! Andrea leans back and hooks Birdy’s left leg for a pin.

 

ONE!

 

TW...NO!

 

Birdman kicks out, to much applause from the fans who want to see a display in speed. Andrea latches on to Birdman’s beak and hauls him up to his feet. She deftly cinches in a front facelock and drops Birdman with a DDT. Andrea kips up, climbs to the top turnbuckle, facing the audience. She plays to the fans momentarily before back-flipping off, twisting the entire time. However, those seconds showboating allowed Birdman time to recover, and he rolls out of the way, as Andrea delivers a devastating Sky Twister Press to the ring mat. Birdman quickly drops an elbow across Andrea’s back to keep her prone. Birdy gets to his feet, jumps over Andrea, heading towards the ring ropes. He bounces off the middle strand, crashing down with an Asai moonsault. Birdman pulls Andrea to her feet, only to send her back down with a snap suplex.

 

“Birdman is back in control of this match, and I’m curious as to how often dominance will see-saw before the final bell.” Comet muses.

 

“I don’t think it’ll shift too much in favor of Andrea Montgomery, seeing as she lacks talent, among other things I look for in a wrestler.” Riley states.

 

“I won’t even follow up with a joke, because it’s far too easy.”

 

Birdman pulls Andrea to her feet and whips her into the turnbuckles. Birdy charges forward, and several feet away, leaps into the air, hoping to land a vertical splash. However, Andrea’s reflexes kick in and she dropkicks Birdman in the chest while he is in mid-flight.

 

“And Andrea Montgomery just plucked the Birdman out of the sky with that dropkick!”

 

“Ha! Just like when Randy Johnson destroyed that dove with a fastball! Frickin’ awesome!” Riley gleefully reminisces.

 

Andrea gets back to a vertical base first, pulling Birdy up as well. She applies a side headlock and runs up the turnbuckles. At the top, she jumps over the top rope, bringing Birdman down neck-first across the rope. Andrea releases Birdy’s head and grabs onto the rope as the Birdman’s head flies up from the hangman. Andrea turns herself around and leaps towards Birdman with help from the ring ropes, slamming Birdy with a tornado DDT.

 

“Great Rape of Persephone! Andrea Montgomery has nearly destroyed the Birdman with that combination of the bulldog hangman and a springboard tornado DDT!”

 

“Please, Comet. It’s not like those moves really hurt. Think about who’s doing them! Then again, it’s not like the Birdman is tough. He’s got hollow bones for Flesher’s sake!”

 

“No, Bobby, he’s not a real bird. He’s a person, so his bones are not hollow. Though I think your head is sometimes.”

 

Andrea drapes an arm across the Birdman as Anthony Michael Hall drops down to count the pin.

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

TH...NO!

 

The Birdman kicks out, eliciting another cheer from the audience. Andrea pulls Birdman to his feet, whips him, no, Birdy reverses it and catches Andrea on the jaw with an elbow. Birdman lifts Andrea up and whips her into a corner. Birdy charges towards her and kicks Andrea in the jaw with the Hummingbird kick! Andrea stumbles out of the corner, and Birdman whips her into the opposite set of turnbuckles, but Andrea has enough presence of mind to drop down, sliding under the ropes and landing outside of the ring. Andrea steps towards Comet and Riley, trying to clear the cobwebs. Before much clearing can occur, Andrea notices a shadow above her and she drops down before Birdman can collide with her. Birdy barely has enough time to cover up before he lands on top of the announce table.

 

“NO! MY MAAANWIIIICH! I was saving that for later!” Bobby Riley laments as Birdman landed directly on top of the sandwich.

 

Birdy rolls off of the table only to catch a spin kick to the face. Staggered, Birdman is wide open for a palm strike, also to the face. Backed against the barricade to separate the fans from the wrestlers, Birdy tastes Andrea Montgomery’s boot again as a heel kick lands. Andrea pauses her attack momentarily to take a step backwards, then finishes off the combination with a two hundred seventy degree front-flipping dropkick, sending the Birdman over the railing.

 

“Coastal Combo! Andrea Montgomery has shaken Birdman up, but she might want to head back into the ring as referee Anthony Michael Hall has finished his warnings and is beginning the ten count.” Comet explains to the fans that belong to militias.

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

Andrea reaches over the barrier to pull Birdman up, but he grabs her head and drops down, making an unscheduled meeting between Andrea’s head and the barrier!

 

THREE!

 

FOUR!

 

Birdman climbs up, leaps onto the barrier and flies at the dazed Montgomery, knocking her down with a dropkick.

 

FIVE!

 

SIX!

 

Birdman pulls Andrea up and rolls her into the ring. He climbs onto the ring apron and holds on to the top rope for support as Hall ceases his count. After several moments of recuperation, the Birdman climbs to the top turnbuckle, extends his arms and flaps them a few times.

 

“I don’t think she can hear me, but Andrea Montgomery had better watch out, as the Birdman looks to be on the verge of hitting the Bird Dropping! If he does manage to land it, I think the match would pretty much be wrapped up for the Birdman.” Comet explains.

 

The Birdman leaps off of the turnbuckle and hits the bullseye that is Andrea Montgomery with the accuracy of a pigeon on a freshly waxed Ferrari! Feeling that the match is over, Birdman makes a relatively nonchalant cover, not bothering to hook a leg.

 

ONE!

 

 

 

TWO!!

 

 

 

T

H

R

E

E

NO!!

 

Andrea Montgomery, having been simply rolled into the ring is close enough to reach the ring ropes, and has, the reason for Anthony Michael Hall to stop the count!

 

“NO! Andrea Montgomery, lacking the strength to kick out from the Bird Dropping, reached out and placed a foot on the bottom rope, giving her a much needed rope break!” a very excited Comet explains, this time to crazy religious nuts.

 

“Damn. I thought this thing was over! It’s not that I want Birdman to win, I’d just like to hurry through the card so I can get more Flesher-time.” Riley complains.

 

Birdman pulls Andrea to her feet and rocks her backwards with a stiff punch. Birdy grabs Andrea’s arm and twists it, an arm wringer applied. Birdman moves quickly, nailing Andrea in the back of the head with a heel kick, dropping the Mississippi native. Birdman pulls Andrea to her feet once again, dazing her with two forearm shots to the head. Birdman runs towards the ropes, heads back to Andrea, and plants his feet into her midsection, falling straight down with the Bird-breaker jawbreaker! Andrea is too punch-drunk to go down on her own, so the Birdman helps her out via a DDT!

 

“The Birdman with a flurry of offensive moves after the Bird Dropping failed to put Andrea down.”

 

“Come on Comet! The way you say it, it sounds like Andrea kicked out! She did nothing of the kind. She just managed to touch the ring ropes.”

 

Birdman appears to believe that Andrea Montgomery is not yet incapacitated, so he hauls her up once again. Birdman attempts an Irish whip, Andrea puts on the breaks and twists in an arm wringer. Birdman leans forward, trying to alleviate some of the pressure, and Andrea kicks out his legs while dropping an elbow across Birdy’s neck!

 

“And Andrea Montgomery has just made a come back with the Magnolia Bloom!” Comet screams.

 

Andrea slowly gets to her feet, still feeling the effects of Birdman’s previous attacks. Andrea drops a leg across Birdman’s back and climbs back up. She ventures to the turnbuckle, hops up, and jumps off, flipping six hundred thirty degrees to land back-first on Birdman.

 

“Six-thirty senton by Montgomery! That might finish this match!” Comet exclaims.

 

Andrea does in fact roll the Birdman on to his back and makes a cover.

 

ONE!

 

 

TWO!!

 

 

THR...NO!

 

Birdman kicks out, though with not much force. Andrea, straining with the effort, pulls Birdman up and sends him reeling with a kick to the chest. Andrea knocks the Birdman backwards with another kick, this time to his right knee, and then heads for the ropes. Andrea bounces off the ropes, rolls forward and springs up, grabbing hold of Birdman’s head. Andrea immediately drops to the mat, jarring the Bird’s brain with another jawbreaker.

 

“Another Tuckerman and Roll! I’ve seen Andrea Montgomery use that specific move many times to set up that brutal DDT that she calls the Done and Dusted, and it looks like that’s exactly what she’s going for!” Comet calls out, letting Stevie Wonder know what’s going on.

 

Andrea quickly double grapevines Birdman’s right leg and makes an attempt to hook his arms. Birdman, despite his brain being recently scrambled, knows that this is a position he wouldn’t want to find himself in, even in the bedroom, and begins to thrash about, trying to break free from Andrea’s hold. Birdman’s height and weight advantage eventually win out as he powers out and, in sheer desperation, drops Andrea with a DDT.

 

“And the Birdman has escaped from the Done and Dusted! I’m pretty positive that if he had been hit with it, he would have been handed his first loss in the SWF.”

 

“I really doubt that, Comet. Andrea Montgomery beating someone? That’s laughable. Then again, so is the idea of the Birdman getting the better of an opponent. God, I really hope that someone stops this match, or better yet, time expires or they both get counted out.” Riley says, bored that there’s nobody evil enough in the ring to garner his support.

 

“That might happen, Bobby, as neither Birdman nor Andrea Montgomery have gotten up after that DDT. The referee is starting his ten count!”

 

“Thank you once again for that insight, Captain Obvious.”

 

“No, Bobby, I’m Cyclone Comet. You’re a very strange man.”

 

ONE!

 

 

TWO!

 

 

THREE!

 

The Birdman slowly sits up, holding his head.

 

FOUR!

 

 

FIVE!

 

Birdman rolls over onto his knees and steadies himself with his hands.

 

SIX!

 

 

SEVEN!

 

The Birdman pushes himself up as Andrea gets to a kneeling position similar to the one Birdy was previously in. The Birdman shakes his head, trying to regain some of his expensive college education before leaping up and dropping a knee on the back of Andrea’s head. Birdy pulls Andrea up, locks in a front chancery, and lifts Andrea up and over with a snap suplex. Birdman gets back to his feet, a bit slower than normal and rubbing the back of his neck.

 

“The Birdman might be in trouble. Andrea Montgomery’s constant attacks on his head and neck might have weakened it significantly. He might have trouble if he decides to go for his Bird Buster. But that doesn’t mean Andrea is safe, as Birdman could, as we saw earlier, attempt his top rope move, the Bird Dropping.”

 

Birdman rolls his neck, trying to alleviate some pain and he picks up Andrea. Birdman whips Andrea to the ropes, and sends her back to the mat with a side leg trip takedown. Birdy gets to his feet, climbs to the top turnbuckle and flips forward, landing with a swanton bomb.

 

“Beautiful form on that front-flip senton, especially after all of the punishment that the Birdman has gone through in this match!” Comet exclaims.

 

“Comet, you really need to get out more. I’ve seen Thugg do a better looking swanton, and that was when he was in a wheelchair!”

 

The Birdman rolls off of Andrea and lays on his side for a moment, recovering. Before Anthony Michael Hall can begin a ten count, Birdman pulls himself up. He leans against the ropes for a moment, trying to get some feeling back in his neck. As he is doing this, Andrea Montgomery rolls over on to her stomach, and Birdman swiftly lifts her up. Birdman quickly latches on a front facelock, tilts his head back and screams.

 

“CAW! CAW!”

 

“Birdman looks to be going for the Bird Buster! If he manages to hit this, Andrea Montgomery’s return will take a wrong turn very fast.”

 

“I hope so. She should go back home. Then again, I’m not looking forward to the Birdman getting too successful. I’m in quite a pickle with this match.”

 

Birdman reaches down and hooks Andrea’s right leg. The Birdman attempts to lift her up, but Andrea blocks it. Birdy tries again, but the combination of his neck pain and Andrea’s block prevents her from moving. Birdman releases Andrea’s leg and tries to get a firmer grip, but Andrea drives her knee into Birdman’s stomach. She slams another knee into his chest, and Birdman releases her completely, hunched over and trying to draw breath. Andrea staggers back, sees an opportunity and puts her hands on Birdman’s shoulders. She hoists herself up, doing a handstand on Birdman’s shoulders, the crowd cheering loudly in hopes of seeing Andrea’s handstand neckbreaker. Andrea hangs there for a moment, releases, dropping her shoulders across Birdman’s and wrapping her arms around Birdy’s head. Andrea leans back, and her and Birdman crash into the mat.

 

“Handstand neckbreaker! The Birdman just crashed into the ring! I think this is going to end the match!”

 

“Thank God! Get this travesty over with!” Riley says, very thankful.

 

Andrea releases Birdman, but doesn’t have the energy to make a conventional pin. However, due to her shoulders being on top of Birdman’s, referee Hall drops to count.

 

ONE!

 

 

 

TWO!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

T

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R

E

E

!

 

Hall gets to his feet and signals for the bell to be rung and the crowd explodes in cheers.

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

“And Andrea Montgomery has won her first match back after nearly a three year absence.”

 

“This means nothing. The Birdman isn’t much of an opponent.”

 

Comet, hoping to save his voice for further exclamations during the night, decides not to argue with Riley as “Just a Girl” plays over the public address system and Funyon picks up a microphone to announce the outcome.

 

“The winner of this match by pinfall, AAAANDREAAAA MOOOONTGOOOOOMERRRRY!”

 

In a display of sportsmanship, Andrea helps Birdman up to his feet as Storm takes a commercial break.

[Toxxic 0]

Hmm... not much ringrust evident there. The only things that ocurred to me were that Birdman's descriptions flowed a little better, and you kind of no-sold a lot of offence by taking a bunch on DDT's and stuff, even a finisher, then doing loads of fast offence yourself. But still, you've been away forever, so WELCOME BACK!

[ChrisMWaters 0]

(Here's my match that I sent. Keep in mind that the promo I put on the board from Kelly was originally suppossed to be on Storm, hence the references to her being the boss.)

 

Comet: It's time for Triple Threat action, Riley! For a shot at the USJL championship!

 

"Bitch" by Meredith Brooks suddenly cues up in the arena, and the crowd is all boos (well, boos and some catcalls) as Kelly Connelly walks out towards the ring.

 

Riley: And here is the woman that may just become the new owner of the company, Ms. Kelly Connelly. ...hmm, I hope she doesn't have anything against people of my...lifestyle choice if she gets the ownership.

 

Comet: I'm seriously doubtful that Kelly will be able to convince the stockholders of the SWF to sell, but I have been surprised many times in my life before. I remember when I was fighting a criminal...

 

Riley: And no one really cares, Comet.

 

Kelly strides to the ring purposefully, all smiles. To some hooting and hollering, she enters the ring between the second and top ropes, however doesn't pause at all as she enters. Before Funyon can even get a word out, she grabs the microphone from his hand, bringing it up within talking distance.

 

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen...I am Kelly Connelly, as you all know. And though I don't have the title yet, you may just be calling me SWF owner in the near future!"

 

Kelly seems somewhat surprised by the negative reaction from the crowd to that announcement.

 

Comet: Apparently, this crowd doesn't seem to like the idea of Kelly becoming the owner here.

 

Riley: They just don't realize the potential she has. And you KNOW I'm not saying that because I'm attracted to her.

 

"Anyway, enough about me. Now ladies and gentlemen, it's time for you all to feast your eyes and fantasize, as you're about to see the greatest wrestler in the entire world make his way to the ring. Here he is, the God among Mortals, the hero to the masses...and YOUR NEXT SWF USJL Champion himself...the one...the only..."THE ICON" MAX KING!"

 

After the explosion of pyro, the camera zooms in to see Max King standing on the entry ramp, "Superstar" blaring in the background as he looks around.

 

Riley: There he is, THE best in this company today!

 

Comet: I wouldn't go bragging TOO much about him, Riley. Remember, he's not the World Champion...or a number one contender for that matter.

 

Riley: Just give it time, tights boy. He's deciding out of the goodness of his heart to take things slow for right now.

 

Comet: I bet.

 

King gets into the ring with Kelly holding the ropes for him, giving off his air of superiority that he seems to put out OH so well. The two egomaniacs get into the center of the ring, embracing each other a bit...before the opening chords of "Gimme Shelter" by The Rolling Stones interrupt them.

 

Comet: And now that the make out session is over in the ring, we can get back to possibly starting up the match.

 

The ebon clad warrior Munich walks out of the entryway to his mixed reaction, looking around to the crowd as he reaches the end of the entryway, taking out his pack of cigarettes at the end of the rampway.

 

Funyon: From Dallas, Texas...standing 6'4" tall and weighing in at 260 pounds....MUNICH!

 

Comet: Munich has a chance to bring his career to a new height, something he hasn't done yet as of this match. However, things could change rather quickly for the man from Texas.

 

Riley: That is if his knee has fully recovered. I've heard the stories of how he got it injured, but I have to wonder just how true those rumors are.

 

Comet: We don't need slander headed Munich's way...Munich now in the ring, and King is already taunting Munich!

 

Riley: And why shouldn't he? They're both participants in this match, both wanting to win...both wanting to get the edge on each other...

 

Comet: And in you're opinion, both handsome enough to win, right?

 

Riley: Hey...don't go into my diary like that!

 

The conversation between the two announcers is interrupted when the lights go out in the arena...the strobe lights beginning to pulsate as "Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck" begins to play over the speakers, the crowd's reaction not changing that much from when Munich was making his way to the ring.

 

Funyon: From Denver, Colorado...standing 6' tall and weighing in at 230 pounds...MASON!

 

Comet: Touring Japan made Mason re-think his past here in SWF, and he came back to try to rectify his past. Now, he's got a chance to get a new chance to prove himself, as he goes for a shot at the SWF USJL Championship!

 

Riley: Don't expect that anytime soon. People may believe he has Masonosity, but his past will catch up to him VERY quickly, and he'll just have another loss in the books tonight.

 

Mason rolls into the ring, glancing quickly at both King and Munich, before going to his own corner...

 

NIGHT OF FIRE!

 

"Night of Fire" by Niko starts to play over the speakers now, and the crowd reaction turns to a purely positive reaction one as the dance troupe first comes out, shaking what their birth gave them.

 

Funyon: And finally, from Sacramento, California...standing 5'9" tall and weighing in at 209 pounds..."The Bemani Cross Wizard"...CED...ORDONEZ!

 

And Ced appears among the dance troupe, going into his routine with them.

 

Riley: Do we REALLY have to sit through this? This is a wrestling match, not a Dance Dance Revolution competition!

 

Comet:...and I think that's one of the first times that Dance Dance Revolution has ever been mentioned on a wrestling show.

 

Ced finishes up his routine, and goes to go to the ring to finish things off. However, as soon as he's on the ring apron, Max King grabs him and flips him into the ring!

 

*DING, DING, DING!*

 

Comet: What a cheap way for King to start off this match. There's no honor in that kind of start!

 

Riley: But you have to admit, it was very effective!

 

King goes to start beating down on Ced, apparently planning on ending the match quickly by destroying Ced before the match started. Munich apparently is about to go over and help out Ced (or just plain attack King), but before he can get too close, Mason rushes in and blasts Munich upside the head with an elbow shot that takes him down to the ropes. The wrestlers are paired off to start off the match, a brawling match going on between Mason and Munich in one corner, while King uses his slight size advantage over Ced.

 

Riley: YEAH! Now THIS is the way to start off a match here! No care about how dangerous things are to someone's health! This is the perfect way...

 

Comet: Ced blocking a shot from King, and a nicely timed armdrag to the outside of the ring! Ced to the top rope now, and a bodsplash to the outside! Meanwhile in the ring, Mason has Munich in the corner...and misses an elbow shot that sends him in the corner!

 

Riley: Next time Comet, PLEASE don't interrupt me when I'm talking...

 

Munich waits a bit for Mason to turn around, and grabs him, lifting him up and dropping him with a quick Stun Gun. Mason bounces back, and Munich catches him with an inverted atomic drop, causing Mason to go down to the mat.

 

Meanwhile, on the outside of the ring, Ced is starting to pummel away at the face of King...then slams the back of his head onto the concrete floor, before jumping up to the mat and drops a knee drop onto the back of the head of King on the outside. He roles back into the ring so he's not counted out, and goes over to Munich, who is about to pick up Mason for a move, but Ced is quick to flip over and get Munich into a pinning prediciment!

 

One

 

TWO....

 

Mason dives in and nails Ced in the back of the head, breaking up the pin. Mason reaches in, pulling Ced off of Munich and wrenching the leg of the cruiserweight hard!

 

Comet: Mason having a good idea, as the legs are what allows Ced to pull off some of the higher risk moves that he needs to use to his advantage in this match. Without them, he's at a serious disadvantage.

 

Riley: Thank you for being redundant in that note, Comet. But you are right for once...Mason working on Ced's leg could be a good move.

 

Munich manages to get up to his feet now, and looks as Mason is working away on the legs of Ced...and nods, and grabs the OTHER leg of Ced, and starts to work away at it now!

 

Comet: Really bad news for Ced right now! Now he has TWO wrestlers working away on his legs, and they seem to be ready to destroy them!

 

On the other side of the ring, King slides into the ring, and seeing Ced being punished by both Munich and Mason, smirks a bit, and just has a seat on the other side of the ring, watching them both work.

 

Riley: HAH! I love this! King showing no concern for the well being of Ced!

 

Mason and Munich notice how King is just sitting and relaxing now, and drop the legs of Ced, and start to approach King while he relaxes. King...well, he apparently seems to be begging off right now, seemingly not wanting any part of either Munich or Mason. Before either one of them can strike, however, Ced grabs the ankle of Mason, and trips him down to the mat! King gets up, and while Munich is distracted he nails him into the gut with a shoulder shot, followed up a modified version of a Northern Lights Suplex...holding on for a pin...

 

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TWO

 

But Ced and Mason fall right on top of the pin, and it breaks it up. The four wrestlers are all tied up together in the middle of the ring, but Ced is the first one that starts to get to his feet...well, somewhat. His legs still sore from the beating that Munich and Mason both gave him just a few minutes ago, so he's wobbling as he tries to stands up. He falls onto the ropes now, holding them for support. Mason is the next one to get up, and Ced uses the ropes as a boost to try to hit Mason in the face with a back elbow, but Mason manages to lift a knee up, and the lower part of Ced's back hits hard into Mason's knee. Mason quickly follows this up with an armbar that twists hard into the middle of the back of Ced. Ced starts to scream in pain, struggling to get out of the hold, but not suceeeding in that goal.

 

Meanwhile, King manages to get back up to his feet on the other side of the ring, brushing himself off and stepping on Munich's rib area. King notices, and grins, and before Munich can get up too much, starts to stomp away at the ribs repeatedly, a sick and twisted smile on his face as he does this. King then drops an elbow into Munich's ribs, but Munich manages to get up enough and drops King's chin onto his shoulder! Munich grabs King while he's stunned, lifting him up for a vertical suplex, but King manages to slip behind. King goes for a German, but Munich blocks the move, flipping him over his hip with a modified Judo Hold. King rolls to his stomach, and Munich goes off the rope, pulling back with the Reverse Neck Snap. As Munich rolls through however, King manages to get a leg up, and it catches Munich in the back.

 

Riley: Amazing back and forth action, but King showing he knows just where he is at all times in the ring. King is going to win this thing...I'm predicting it right now!

 

Comet: King not looking that great now...meanwhile Ced still fighting...he's trying to use his speed to get out of that arm wrench that Mason has him in on the other side of the ring....

 

Ced finally flips through the hold, and flips Mason down to the mat, and now locks an arm wringer of his own onto the somewhat larger superstar. Mason isn't held down for long, as he's not as damaged as Ced is, and pushes him off. When Ced gets back to his feet, Mason rushes in for a running high knee to the face of Ced, but Ced dodges the move, leaping up, and catching Mason with a tornado headscissors that drops Mason all the way out of the ring. However, Ced can't follow it up, as the move re-twisted his legs.

 

Munich on the other side of the ring manages to get back up to his feet himself now, and before King can get fully back up to his feet, Munich grabs King apparently going to set up "The Icon" for the C-4 Crunch. Max, seeing the referee is too busy with Ced's condition, takes this moment to nail Munich HARD with a low blow.

 

Comet: Now what was the call for a move like that in this match? If King is such the great wrestler that he is, why would he resort to such cheating ways?

 

Riley: Hey, if it works for someone like Ric Flair, why shouldn't someone like Max King try it sometime?

 

King smiles a bit, and with Munich in pain he quickly takes advantage, and backdrops Munich out of the ring! King looks out to the ring, and smiles...

 

...as he sees Kelly reach under the ring with a lead pipe in hands!

 

Comet: Oh come on now, this isn't right at all! Kelly's not even a legal participant in this match, and she's getting involved where she doesn't belong!

 

Riley: Like King really cares right now! It's obvious our future boss and her charge had a plan, and now they're going to execute that plan on the outside of the ring!

 

As Munich and Mason both get up to their feet, Kelly takes the chance to strike, swinging the lead pipe that she's carrying right into the legs of both wrestlers, knocking them down to the mat. For good measure, she swings the pipe right into the head of both of them, then quickly hides the pipe as the referee turns around, noticing both wrestlers out of the ring.

 

Comet: This is a major travesty of justice! Kelly had no business getting involved, and she's about to cost both Munich and Mason the match!

 

Riley: And I think that this is a great plan by Max King here! Play it smart and take out two of your problems, and concentrate on the weakest link in the chain!

 

The referee continues to put the count on both Mason and Munich on the outside of the ring, but neither man is conscious to hear the count. They finally start to move at 9, but by then it is too late, as the referee reaches a 10 count!

 

Funyon: Ladies and gentlemen, both Munich and Mason have been counted out, and as such have been eliminated!

 

Munich and Mason, hearing that announcement, get REALLY angry now! They try to get back into the ring to take their aggressions out on King, but security is quickly out to get both men to the back, and King now starts to stalk Ced Ordonez as he's down on the mat. King goes down onto his knees right next to Ced, and starts to slap Ordonez on the back of the head hard, an evil grin on his face. "This guy is nothing!" he says to the crowd as he stands back up, almost LAUGHING at what he's doing.

 

Comet: Max King taking Ced Ordonez a little lightly right now, and that could be a very costly mistake if you ask me.

 

Riley: Oh like the masked moron actually has a chance of taking down a guy the caliber of King. Especially with his legs basically annihilated like they were by those other two losers.

 

Comet: They only lost because Kelly nailed them in the legs and heads with a lead pipe!

 

Riley: Excuses, excuses.

 

King finally turns around to face Ced again...and Ordonez starts to swing wildly with punches into the lower abdominals of King. King just laughs at the effort, and clubs Ced in the back of the head, taking him back down to the mat. King grabs the leg of Ced now, rolling him over...and with a WHOOO to the crowd, goes to lock in a Figure Four leglock to Ced...but Ced has enough wherewithal to grab the head of King, and roll him up into a cradle!

 

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Max King just BARELY manages to get a shoulder up after that, and Ced is back up, waiting for King...shaking out his legs to try to get some feeling back in them...or shake the pain out of them, one or the other. Either way, when King is back up to his feet, Ced catches him in the face with a dropkick that sends him into one of the corners. Ced quickly dives into the corner, grabbing the leg of King and whipping him out of the corner by it down to his back...leaping up and rolling with the leg towards the chest of King. He holds on with a cover now...

 

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King gets a shoulder up. Ced doesn't let go of the leg that he's been working on with King...and now HE goes to lock on a Figure Four, and actually manages to get it!

 

Comet: A great strategy by Ced! His legs aren't in the best condition to pull of some of the higher risk flying moves and kicks that he's known for, so he improvises and pulls off a last minute desperation move to get an advantage!

 

Riley: And that's only because he saw that King was about to do the same thing to him just moments ago! He's stealing strategy ideas from King, because he knows that none of the moves that he has in his arsenal are good enough to pull off a victory over someone of King's skill!

 

Max King struggles to try and get out of the hold, but Ced starts wrenching away more at the hold. However, it's apparent by the screams from Ced that this move is also hurting him as he locks it on. King start rocking back and forth in the middle of the ring, and eventually manages to get a reversal for the Figure Four...this time Ced screaming even harder than he was just moments ago. He's close enough to the ropes to grab them though, and King breaks the hold, but the damage to Ced has been done and severely hurt Ced's chances in this match.

 

The camera quickly cuts to show Kelly's face, and she's slapping the mat hard trying to encourage her man into getting the victory in the match. The crowd, however, is a complete opposite in reaction, even going as far as to start a loud CED chant!

 

Comet: The first man up to his feet...if either one CAN get up to their feet now...will have the better advantage right now. But the question right now is if either man CAN get back up to their feet.

 

Riley: Come on King...you're SO close to getting what you so rightly deserve, don't give up just yet! You can do it! I predicted you to win!

 

Ced, being closer to the ropes, uses them as a hand ladder to get back up, while King is forced to get back to his feet by himself. King still manages to get back up first, but when he goes in to punch Ced ducks down...and manages to catch him off guard with the Regal Roll! Ced gets back up a bit, looking to the ropes...nodding a bit...fighting through the pain and going to climb up to the top rope right now, apparently calling for the Fire Soul!

 

However, King is right there to distract the referee as Ced climbs up to the rope, and Kelly is there to attempt to pull him off the top rope. Ced is quick to see her, and climbs down, getting face to face with Ced.

 

Riley: Hey Ced, back off of her! That's your future boss right there, you know!

 

Comet: That's a very debatable opinion right there, but it was apparent right there that Kelly was attempting to cost Ced the match by interfering once again!

 

Kelly and Ced start arguing on the apron, and Kelly goes to slap Ced right across his masked face. Ced grabs the arm as it comes in, and jumps up to kiss Kelly right on the lips as she stands there, shocked. Ced is all smiles under his mask as Kelly seems to be sick...but Ced doesn't realize that King saw what he did...and is right behind him.

 

Comet: King from behind...Ced still on the apron...King lifting him up...

 

Riley: KING BUSTER! Right in the dead center of the ring! See, THAT'S a smart wrestler's game!

 

King smiles, and puts an index finger right onto the chest of Ced while he's down on the mat. Ced is obviously out cold...

 

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Comet: And Max King literally STEALS the win here with the help of his girl Kelly!

 

Riley: See how smart Kelly is? Mostly I don't support females, but in Kelly's case I'll make a MAJOR exception. She is the smartest woman in wrestling, and he's the smartest and most handsome man.

 

Comet: I see so painfully now where your priorities are. Nevertheless, by severe cheating, Max King has won the match, and now will face the USJL champion in the VERY near future.

 

Max King and Kelly leave a beaten down Ced Ordonez in the ring, leaving with smiles on their faces. They knew what they did...but apparently, they didn't care. They were victorious.

 

And for them...that's all that truly mattered.