Toxxic 0 Report post Posted August 21, 2004 Any feedback is appreciated. Thoth's in particular would be nice, so I know how to improve for next time. “Welcome back to SWF STOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMM!” Cyclone Comet booms, his heroic voice being beamed into millions of households around the world. “It’s time for the main event, and what a main event we have! Citizen Dangerous finally gets his chance at the World Title after he accepted the Toxxic Open Challenge on Smarkdown before pulling off what must be considered something of an upset against Dace Night, and this retired superhero for one would very much like to see the belt change hands!” “Well dream on, Spandex boy, because that title is staying right where it is,” Riley snorts in response. “We finally have a chance for a World Champion who can actually keep the belt, and believe me, the last person Toxxic will be dropping the title to is Johnny Dangerous!” As Riley finishes speaking the cameras cut to Funyon who stands in the middle of the ring, perspiring slightly underneath the bright lights. The ring announcer raises his microphone, and the buzz of anticipation inside the San Antonio increases. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Funyon booms, “the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the SWF World Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first...” ’JOHNNY DANGEROUS!’ The lights dim as the sultry female voice breathes the name of the SWF’s resident superspy, and ‘After The Flesh’ by My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult pumps out over the Alamo Dome speakers while the fans go wild. Smoke starts to billow up on the entrance stage, and after a few seconds the trenchcoated figure of Johnny Dangerous walks out, backlit by the strobes. “...the challenger, from Las Vegas, Nevada;” Funyon continues, “weighing in at 217lbs... he is ‘The Barracuda’... ‘JOOOHHHHHNNNNNN-EEEEEEEE... DAAAAAAAAAAAAANNN-GERRR-RRRRROUSSSSSSSSS!!” “JOHN-EE!” “JOHN-EE!” “JOHN-EE!” Johnny walks down the entrance ramp, slapping hands with fans and smiling at the women as he goes, but the Barracuda’s mind appears to be elsewhere - specifically, the ring in front of him. Although he takes off his expensive shades, gives them to a lucky kid at ringside and acknowledges all the fans, Johnny is focused tonight like never before. This is his first time challenging for the World Title, and he is determined not to let it slip from his grasp. “Citizen Dangerous has the chance to rise to the top of the mountain here,” Comet states as Johnny climbs into the ring, strips off his coat and mounts the turnbuckle before spreading his arms out to the fans as the flashbulbs go off. “Few in the SWF embody hard work like this man does, and now that work has finally paid off. Tonight, he gets the chance to proclaim himself the best in the world and rid the SWF of an evil-doer in the same match!” “Oh, please,” Riley laughs. “Even supposing the James Bond-wannabe manages to fluke his way out of here with the title, do you really think Toxxic’s gonna just give up and go home? You can’t stop the Revolution, Comet!” Johnny has just dismounted from the turnbuckle when the Smarktron abruptly whites out and the opening chord of ‘Rookie’ by Boy Sets Fire rings out. The screen darkens to black, and as it does so jagged white letters flash up a familiar slogan... ‘PREPARE TO BE PROVED WRONG’ “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” The Smarktron changes slightly as the guitar riff kicks in and the black becomes the top of a spiky-haired head which raises to stare out with two piercing grey eyes before the right side of Toxxic’s face creases up into his trademark lopsided grin. The screen changes and clips of the World Champion’s most notable matches flash up as the bass drum starts, alternating with the words ‘STRAIGHT-EDGE SENSATION’ and ‘REVOLUTION ZERO’ before footage of Toxxic taking Mike Van Siclen off a balcony and through a table, the devastating landing timed to coincide with the four blasts of red pyro that climb the sides of the entrance ramp and the final, stage-wide eruption- *BAM-BAM-BAM-bap-BOOOM!!* -that signifies the arrival of the SWF’s premier straight-edger as the main riff kicks in! The smoke from the pyro drifts away to one side, and the World Champion strides through with the title belt around his waist and Jet at his side. “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” “And his opponent,” Funyon bellows, trying to make himself heard as San Antonio shits all over the straight-edger, “accompanied to the ring by Jet; from Nottingham, England, weighing in at 218lbs; he is the leader of Revolution Zero and the reigning and defending SWF World Heavyweight Champion... the ‘Straight-Edge Sensation’... TOXXXXXX-IIIIIIIIIC!!” Toxxic stares at Johnny Dangerous as he walks down the ramp, rubbing his jaw to let the Barracuda know he remembers the Johnny Kick from Smarkdown. He stops at the bottom and pauses to crack his neck from side-to-side, then rolls under the ropes and comes up to his feet in one smooth motion, unbuckling the World Title and handing it to Anthony Michael Hall before throwing his arms wide as the verse comes in to trigger more explosions of red pyro from the top of each turnbuckle. *bap-bap* *BOOOM!!* ’I never thought this could be me I guess you never do until it’s happening to you Like all the fun turns into shame And all the could-have-beens rearrange...’ ‘Rookie’ fades out as the two men in the ring stare at each other with undisguised enmity. Toxxic strips off his shirt and throws it over the ropes to Jet while Hall shows the title to all four corners of the Alamo Dome and calls for the bell. *DING-DING-DING!* Johnny immediately drops into a martial arts stance, ready to counter any offensive move the Straight-Edge Sensation makes... but Toxxic’s attitude has suddenly changed; instead of attacking he simply backs off slightly before leaning casually against the top rope. Seeing Dangerous’ eyes narrow the Brit simply shrugs, and a close-up shot clearly catches him saying ‘what?’. Johnny’s face grows angrier, and the straight-edger rolls his eyes before pushing himself off the ropes... but just stands loosely before raising a black-nailed hand and casually beckoning the Barracuda inwards. “I love it!” Riley laughs in delight. “It’s Johnny’s first time in a World Title match, he doesn’t know what to do and Toxxic’s making a fool of him!” “I know better than to think Toxxic is really this relaxed,” Comet notes, “but I feel that trying to infuriate Citizen Dangerous may backfire on him - as a former secret agent the Barracuda is well-trained in controlling his anger, and the World Champion’s antics will only increase his fervour to see JUSTICE~ served.” “Or he could just flip and start crying,” Riley says hopefully. Riley’s wish is not going to be granted however, as Johnny raises his arms and calls for a lock-up. Still wearing his bored expression, Toxxic comes forward and complies - but the moment the two wrestlers make contact the straight-edger drops and rolls, taking Dangerous off his feet and over with an arm drag! “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” Johnny rolls back to his feet and rounds on his opponent, but Toxxic simply grins and even offers an apparent apology, then motions for another tie-up. Johnny comes in cautiously and the two wrestlers close again, but this time when Toxxic goes for an arm drag Johnny is prepared and as Toxxic turns away from him he wraps his arm around the straight-edger’s throat instead! However, Toxxic reaches up and grabs Johnny’s head before dropping down and taking the Barracuda over with a snap mare, then dropkicks the seated secret agent in the back of the head. “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” “Toxxic’s found someone he can outwrestle!” Riley exclaims. “This is fantastic!” Dangerous does not appreciate Toxxic’s exclamation point on that move, and he scrambles back to his feet holding his neck. Toxxic holds out his arms for another lock-up, but this time Johnny refuses to play - instead he simply lashes out with his right leg and slams a kick into the Straight-Edge Sensation’s ribs! *CRACK!* Toxxic staggers sideways from the unexpected blow and Johnny strikes again- *CRACK!* -then one with the left leg- *CRACK!* -and finishes off with a stunning Shotei to the face! *SMACK!* “YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!” “JOHN-EE!” “JOHN-EE!” “JOHN-EE!” Toxxic has been knocked back onto the ropes and Johnny follows him in before grabbing the straight-edger’s wrist and whipping him towards the far cables. However Toxxic reverses the momentum halfway across the ring and sends Johnny in instead, then leaves his feet to fire off a standing dropkick at the onrushing Barracuda - but Johnny has held onto the ropes, and Toxxic crashes down onto the mat without making impact! Seeing his opportunity the challenger darts forwards and leaps into the air before coming down with an elbow drop, but this time Toxxic evades the move by rolling aside and coming smoothly to his feet. Johnny quickly starts to rise as well, but not quickly enough to avoid the basement dropkick that slams into the side of his head and knocks him sprawling on the canvas! On the basis that you never know your luck, Toxxic drops down and hooks the leg... ONE! TW- -but Johnny kicks out before Michael Hall finds two, and the crowd start stamping and chanting to get behind the Barracuda. Undeterred, Toxxic grabs Johnny and hoists him to his feet, then sends a European uppercut thundering into the challenger’s jaw. *WHAM!* Johnny staggers backwards, but Toxxic grabs him and begins to whip him towards the far turnbuckles. This time it’s Johnny’s turn to reverse the momentum, but as Toxxic approaches the ringpost the Straight-Edge Sensation vaults up to the top rope, then twists and comes flying back through the air to take Dangerous down with the Role Reversal! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Both men lie on their backs on the canvas for a second... then Toxxic’s legs coil up underneath his chin, and he kips up explosively as the Texas crowd chant their disapproval! “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” Toxxic grins as he looks around at the fans in the Dome, seeming to delight in their attention whether it be positive or negative. Regardless, the World Champion quickly returns his attention to Johnny Dangerous and grabs the rising Barracuda’s right arm before twisting it over his head. Johnny grimaces in pain and rolls forward through the move, then comes up to his feet and reverses the armwringer to trap Toxxic in it instead. The Straight-Edge Sensation looks to roll through it as well, but as his shoulders touch the mat Johnny drops to kill Toxxic’s momentum and holds him down for the pin! ONE! TWO! Toxxic kicks out once the surprise has worn off, but Johnny quickly fires off another kick to the ribs before hooking the straight-edger for a suplex. The San Antonio fans rise in anticipation of the triple verticals, but as Johnny gets Toxxic up the Brit twists around in mid-air and drops behind the Barracuda to trap him in a reverse headlock. Johnny struggles, but his weight is totally off-centre and there is nothing to prevent Toxxic from dropping to one knee and driving the other into the back of Dangerous’ neck, then popping up and twisting round to drive Johnny down with a Diamond Cutter! “Johnny Dangerous just Detoxxed!” Riley shouts in glee. “Take that, you junkie freak!” “Robert, simply because the move is called the ‘Detoxx’ does not mean that everyone who receives it is on drugs,” Comet sighs. “However, I am concerned about Citizen Dangerous’ health as although both wrestlers have been reversing the other’s moves it is Toxxic who has been making the bigger impact between-times.” Toxxic doesn’t follow up the stunning blow to Johnny’s head however, as he immediately goes back to work on the Barracuda’s right arm by grabbing it when Johnny is still on the mat, then dropping and spinning through the air to wrench it in its socket and slamming Dangerous’ face back into the canvas once more. Johnny rolls away from the impact with a couple of spots of blood starting to appear on his lip but Toxxic doesn’t let up - instead he grabs the arm again and hauls Johnny back to his feet before twisting another armwringer in and firing off a couple of clubbing blows to the trapped limb. Johnny grunts in pain and tries to pull away from his attacker, but Toxxic simply runs past him and straight up the turnbuckle before leaping off and crushing Johnny’s arm underneath a top-rope legdrop! “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” “Toxxic appears to have found his target in Citizen Dangerous’ right arm,” Comet notes, “but he’s still finding time to deliver some blows to the Barracuda’s head. I fear the dastardly World Champion is looking to lock the Repeat To Fade in on our heroic challenger!” “Not at all!” Riley argues. “He’s merely making sure that Johnny has a limited, ahh... ‘choice of activities’ when he’s alone in his hotel room tonight.” “Robert, please!” the shocked superhero responds. “It sends you blind,” Riley says loftily. “The match is behind you, Hawkeye.” Toxxic still has a hold of Johnny’s right arm despite all the acrobatics, and the Barracuda is evidently in quite severe pain now. He is unable to resist Toxxic when the straight-edger exerts pressure on the injured limb, and the World Champion takes advantage of that by making for the turnbuckles again and pulling the secret agent behind him. Once more the Brit runs up them... but this time he simply drops straight down to the outside of the ring, guillotining Johnny’s arm over the top rope and whiplashing it back! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Johnny falls backwards, clutching his arm and gritting his teeth against the pain. However, his fighting mentality forces him to rise to his feet again as he cradles his arm and looks around for his opponent... ...who is already back on the apron, and vaults to the top rope before springboarding across the ring towards the Barracuda. *WHAM!!* “RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!” “And Johnny Dangerous dropkicks Toxxic out of midair!” Comet yells in delight as the secret agent pulls out a lightning-quick counter! “Now can Johnny make the most of this opportunity?” That seems to be in doubt, as Johnny seems to have jarred his right arm on landing. However, the dropkick caught the airborne Toxxic flush on the jaw and has temporarily stunned the Straight-Edge Sensation. After a few seconds of pain Johnny sees his chance and rolls into a cover on the recumbent Toxxic... ONE! TWO! ...but the Brit kicks out without much difficulty as Johnny’s hurt arm meant he neglected to hook the leg. The Barracuda rolls away and comes up to his feet, waiting for Toxxic to do likewise. It takes a few more seconds for the straight-edger to rise, but when he does Johnny is waiting for him. *CRACK!* The kick fires into Toxxic’s ribs and causes the Straight-Edge Sensation to double over in pain, but Johnny has plenty more where that came from: *CRACK!* “JOHN-EE!” *CRACK!* “JOHN-EE!” *CRACK!* “JOHN-EE!” Toxxic tries to cover up against the kicks, but Johnny Dangerous’ martial arts background stand him in good stead and he lands the blows with expert precision. Then he pauses for a second and waits for Toxxic’s protective stance to unravel slightly, before stepping in and- *BANG!!* “Left-arm Urinage!” Comet yells as Johnny Dangerous hoists Toxxic up before dumping him down to the mat - a little sloppily admittedly, but still effectively enough. “Citizen Dangerous appears to be targeting the World Champion’s ribs and back, perhaps to set up the Barracuda Crab or the Death From Above - the only question is how well can he do that with his right arm considerably weakened?” “I can’t see it slowing him much if he’s going to be allowed to just kick!” Riley states in disgust. “Hall should do his goddamn job!” Johnny doesn’t wait for Toxxic to get back up under his own power this time - instead the Barracuda hauls his opponent up before bending to take the straight-edger onto his back in a fireman’s carry. Johnny steps back, measuring the distance... then takes a quick three-step run-up and rolls forward, slamming Toxxic’s back into the mat with the Spinal Explosion and popping up to his feet off the momentum of the move! “Is this more you your liking, Citizen Riley?” “Drop dead, Lycraman.” “LET’S GO JOHNNY!” *clap clap clap-clap-clap* “LET’S GO JOHNNY!” *clap clap clap-clap-clap* The Texas fans are really getting behind Johnny Dangerous now, and the Barracuda allows a small smile to penetrate his match face as he measures his opponent. Toxxic starts to get unsteadily to his feet, breathing heavily... and Johnny darts in before lashing his boot out straight at Toxxic’s head! *SMACK!* “Johnny Kick!” Comet laughs in delight as Toxxic falls back to the canvas. “The World Champion tasted it at the start of Smarkdown, and he’s tasted it again now!” Johnny Dangerous looks down at the stunned straight-edger on the canvas, and comes to a decision. He runs for the ropes, rebounds off and flips into the air, seeking to bring his left fist crashing down on Toxxic’s chest... ...but Toxxic rolls to one side, and Johnny merely drives his knuckles into a suddenly unforgiving canvas! “The Armed and Dangerous misses!” Riley exults. “That’ll teach you to try and show off, you overconfident prick!” Johnny massages his left hand with his right one, but Toxxic doesn’t plan on giving the Barracuda any time to recuperate. Johnny feels a hand take hold of his hair and pull him upright, then- *WHAM!* -Toxxic fires a European uppercut into the secret agent’s jaw, staggering him backwards. The Straight-Edge Sensation steps in after him, seeking to regain the advantage and make Dangerous pay for his burst of offence... *WHAM!* *WHAM!* *WHAM!* Johnny is driven back to the corner under the onslaught of blows, and Toxxic grabs the Barracuda’s wrist before whiplashing his body backwards to send Dangerous careering across the ring into the far turnbuckles. Johnny hasn’t been hit quite hard enough to lose track of what’s going on though, and he reverses the momentum to send the Brit slamming into them instead. This time Toxxic’s body hasn’t got the reflexes to vault to the top and he impacts backfirst, driving the breath from his body and further hurting his back while Johnny shakes his head, trying to clear it. The sight the wheezing Straight-Edger in the far corner brings him out of it however, and Johnny charges across the ring before leaping into the air... ...twisting 360 degrees... ...and slamming chestfirst into his opponent with a Stinger Splash! “RRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!” “DUB-CEE!” “DUB-CEE!” “DUB-CEE!” “Johnny Dangerous takes a page from his old pal Wildchild’s playbook and nails the Blue Crush on Toxxic!” Comet calls gleefully. “Now can he keep up the momentum?” Toxxic is gasping for air, and Johnny’s aching head knows that a few more good shots could win him the World Title. What he really needs is to get Toxxic down on the mat for the Death From Above... and he knows just how to do that. Quickly, the Barracuda snares his opponent in a rear headlock and climbs to the second buckle, then as the San Antonio crowd start to rise in their seats he somersaults forwards... *BANG!* ...and lands backfirst on the canvas as Toxxic holds onto the top rope to prevent himself being pulled down in a Diamond Dust! “Hah!” Riley gloats. “Dangerous went for the Cover-Up, but he can’t hide the fact that Toxxic is the superior wrestler!” However, Toxxic makes no immediate attempt to follow up his timely reversal as he is more concerned with getting oxygen into his lungs and easing the pain in his back. Johnny is already starting to push himself up but the straight-edger can’t seem to force himself into action in time to cut his opponent off. Johnny reaches a vertical base again, turns to find Toxxic where he left him and reaches out to grab the Straight-Edge Sensation... “Arggh!” “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” ...but Toxxic makes a rare departure from the rules by raking black-nailed fingers over the secret agent’s face! Johnny holds his face in agony, only to have the straight-edger place his chin underneath the Barracuda’s jaw and drop to his knees in a jawbreaker! “Citizen Dangerous must be pushing Toxxic hard tonight,” Comet notes, “because we’ve only seen the World Champion use tactics like that when he’s been in real trouble!” “It’s a truly great champion who knows exactly when and how to bend the rules, Comet,” Riley explains, “but now he’s regained the advantage this upstanding pillar of the community will gladly beat Johnny Dangerous cleanly.” “I’ve warned you before about using the words ‘upstanding pillar’ when there are semi-naked men on TV, Robert.” Johnny has turned away from Toxxic, clutching at his eyes and jaw, but Toxxic isn’t going to wait around anymore. Instead the man from Nottingham steps out to the ring apron, takes a moment to judge the distance and then launches himself back into the ring straight over Johnny’s hunched back, hooking him on the way over and bringing him down with a slingshot Oklahoma Roll! ONE! TWO! TH- -but Johnny kicks out of the Radford Roll before Anthony Michael Hall can find three and the fans inside the Alamo Dome breathe again. Angrily, Toxxic brings Johnny up to his feet and clamps on a front facelock... then mimes taking a swig from an imaginary can. “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” The Texas crowd erupts at the signal for the Caffeine Bomb and the volume in the building starts to rise to an uncomfortable degree as San Antonio expresses their feelings towards the Straight-Edge Sensation, but the moment Toxxic takes to bask in the hatred is a moment too long as Johnny comes to his senses and fires a shot into the straight-edger’s ribs. The blow causes Toxxic to wince in pain as it sinks into his already-damaged sternum, and Johnny takes the opportunity to charge forward and slam the World Champion back-first into the turnbuckles again! “JOHN-EE!” “JOHN-EE!” “JOHN-EE!” Johnny Dangerous steps backwards and massages his right arm briefly - the impact jarred it - then snaps off a left-handed jab at Toxxic’s temple. The blow snaps the head of the wheezing World Champion to one side, but Johnny decides he need a slightly bigger impact and lashes out with his right leg to bury that into the Straight-Edge Sensation’s gut instead. Toxxic staggers forwards, and now it is Johnny’s turn to put his opponent into a headlock as he looks for a DDT to drop the Brit on his head - but Toxxic lets his knees buckle and throws all his bodyweight backwards, causing Johnny to fall forwards and hit his head on the turnbuckle! The Barracuda’s skull doesn’t like this renewed attack and the dazed sensation it engenders is not helped by Toxxic, who grits his teeth and forces himself to stand straight before firing off a- RIGHT! LEFT! RIGHT! LEFT! All of San Antonio waits for the windup and Discus Clothesline finish, but the straight-edger doesn’t seem interested in completing the routine and instead boosts himself up to the second buckle - wincing as he does so - before reaching forward and grabbing the dazed Barracuda’s arms, pulling Johnny forwards into a double underhook for what looks like a Tornado Toxxic Shock Syndrome out of the corner! The Alamo Dome start to stand in their seats, aware that this could be the end... ...but Johnny tries to arch backwards and backdrop Toxxic off the turnbuckles! The Straight-Edge Sensation desperately releases his grip and grabs the top rope in a bid to avoid taking a plunge to the canvas, and Johnny backs away before charging in again- *SMACK!* -but runs straight into a boot! The Barracuda rotates slightly on the spot, his momentum killed by the impact, and this time Toxxic succeeds in snaring him in a rear headlock and swings out of the corner to drive the back of the challenger’s head into the mat with the Tornado Reverse DDT! *WHAM!!* “Final Shine!” Riley yells. “Stick a fork in the Barracuda; that fish has got to be done now!” Toxxic needs no encouragement and reaches forwards to hook Johnny Dangerous’ leg before leaning back to put the maximum possible pressure on his opponent’s shoulders... ONE! TWO!! THR- -but Johnny kicks out again, and Toxxic thumps the canvas in frustration! He angrily queries why Hall didn’t count the three, but the referee informs the British punk in no uncertain terms that his count was at the correct speed. Meanwhile, an all-too-familiar chant starts to rise inside the Alamo Dome... “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” The Straight-Edge Sensation is clearly unhappy with the state of affairs, but he deigns to continue with the match nonetheless and reaches down to pull Johnny Dangerous off the canvas. The Barracuda is seemingly out on his feet now and offers little resistance as Toxxic hooks him in a 3/4 facelock and points to the turnbuckle. “And now Toxxic’s going for the Intoxxication!” Comet says in alarm. “Agent Dangerous needs to snap out of whatever daze he’s in, and quickly!” “Too late,” Riley gloats. “You may as well abandon all hope of Johnny becoming champion Comet, because it’s not happening tonight!” Toxxic pulls Johnny towards the turnbuckles, urged on by Jet’s shouts from ringside, and runs straight up them before backflipping over the Barracuda... *BANG!* ...and landing facefirst on the canvas as Johnny holds onto the top rope in his turn to prevent his skull being driven into the mat again! Toxxic writhes on the mat - his ribs just took the full impact of the landing, and he doesn’t have the prospect of a match-winning cover to encourage him to move. Johnny isn’t in a much better condition though, as the secret agent is still on dream street and slumps down in the corner to try and recover. With neither man on their feet, Referee Hall is forced to resort to the time-honoured ten-count... ‘ONE!’ “JOHN-EE!” ‘TWO!’ “JOHN-EE!” ‘THREE!’ “JOHN-EE!” “Agent Dangerous needs to make sure he rises before the ten-count is completed,” Comet explains anxiously. “A draw would not avail him in this situation where the World Heavyweight Championship is on the line!” ‘FOUR!’ “JOHN-EE!” “You’d better believe that Toxxic won’t be staying down either,” Riley replies to his commentary partner. “This man got up from a Fall From Grace before ten at 13th Hour!” ‘FIVE!’ “JOHN-EE!” Slowly, Toxxic starts to push himself up onto all fours. His back is burning, his ribs feel like someone’s replaced them with molten metal bars and he knows that a double count-out will allow him to retain the title... but for all his faults (or possibly because of them) he can never seek the easy way out. Instead, he forces himself upwards and back into the match. ‘SIX!’ “JOHN-EE!” Slowly, the count starts to filter into Johnny Dangerous’ head. That moment where he grabbed the top rope was to prevent injury to himself rather than being linked to any conscious desire to win the match. Now, however, reality is starting to return, and when it comes down to it Johnny cannot allow himself to fail at this final hurdle. Not for his absent partner Wildchild, not for the fans who are counting on him to dethrone the despised Toxxic... and not for himself. ‘SEVEN!’ “JOHN-EE!” Both men rise unsteadily to one knee... start to rise to a vertical base... ‘EIIIGGGH...’ ...and Anthony Michael Hall stops his count as Toxxic and Johnny Dangerous stagger fully upright, staring daggers at each other! “YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” “JOHN-EE!” “JOHN-EE!” San Antonio roars fully into life once more, seeking to urge their chosen hero on through the power of their voices alone. For his part Johnny moves towards his opponent whilst Toxxic simply beckons him inwards with a snarl on his face. Dangerous lashes out with his right leg... but this time Toxxic catches the blow, then throws the limb away from him and fires a punch towards Johnny’s face! Johnny blocks the blow with his left arm and instinctively fires back with his right, but Toxxic not only catches the punch with his left arm but twists and locks Dangerous’ arm with his own. The renewed attack on his injured arm causes Johnny to cry out in pain, and with no desire to stretch this affair out any longer than he has to Toxxic simply steps into his opponent and smashes a headbutt square into Johnny’s face! *CRUNCH!!* Johnny staggers back from the impact, knees almost buckling as his head takes another damaging shot. The force of the blow stuns Toxxic for a second as well, but the World Champion hasn’t been taking shots to the head all match and follows up by releasing Johnny’s arm, flipping the classic British v-sign at the Barracuda and then flattening him with a Discus Clothesline! As Johnny lies on the mat the Straight-Edge Sensation pushes himself back to his feet and lets out a roar at the San Antonio crowd! “Uh-oh,” Comet mutters. “I don’t like the looks of this.” “Lesson one,” Riley informs his partner, “don’t make Toxxic look weak. He hates that.” Toxxic grabs the top rope and takes a couple of deep breaths to calm himself, then turns to inspect the situation. Johnny Dangerous is already starting to push himself up, whatever motivation or driving force he possesses forcing him to keep getting up and keep fighting. Sighing at the necessity, Toxxic steps up behind Johnny and wraps his left arm around the Barracuda’s throat to lock in a Dragon Sleeper... ...but Johnny surprises the World Champion by twisting around in his grip and charging forwards once more to drive Toxxic across the ring and slam him against the turnbuckles! The SWF’s secret agent retracts his head from the suddenly-loosened front facelock, backs off, and waits for the World Champion to stagger forwards from the impact before leaping into the air and slamming a sloppy but effective enzuigiri into the back of Toxxic’s head! “JOHN-EE!” “JOHN-EE!” “JOHN-EE!” “Johnny Dangerous has really used the ring to his advantage in this match,” Cyclone Comet states as the World Champion drops bonelessly forward onto his face, “and his focus on Toxxic’s ribs and back has enabled him to get out of more than one situation by ramming his opponent against the turnbuckles!” “He should have been disqualified!” Johnny pushes himself up to his hands and knees following the enzuigiri, but stops there. For a moment the Alamo Dome wonders whether the last of the Barracuda’s energy is gone... but no, as Dangerous grabs Toxxic’s shoulder and rolls the straight-edger over onto his back before scooting around to make sure he can hook the far leg with his healthy left arm and leaning into a cover! San Antonio rises to its feet and counts along as Anthony Michael Hall drops down to do the honours... ONE! TWO!! THRRREEE- -but Toxxic kicks out just before Hall’s hand hits the mat for the third and final time! He only manages to roll one shoulder off the canvas, but the effort is enough to dislodge Johnny from his position atop the straight-edger’s chest. For a moment the Barracuda looks out at the crowd in the Alamo Dome, wondering what else he needs to do to win the greatest prize in the business today... but deep inside him, he knows exactly what he needs to do. Get up. “Citizens, Johnny Dangerous is an example to us all tonight,” Cyclone Comet proclaims as Johnny uses the ring ropes to pull himself up. “After a gruelling match against Dace Night on Smarkdown Citizen Dangerous has come to Texas ready and willing to give our World Champion the fight of his life for the ultimate prize - the SWF World Heavyweight Title. No matter the outcome tonight, Johnny can hold his head up high and say that he gave it his all, but I truly believe that this pioneer of JUSTICE~ can still walk out of here with the gold around his waist!” “He’s overmatched, he’s outclassed and he’s going to lose,” Riley asserts... but there isn’t quite the conviction in his voice that there once was. Johnny’s head swims as he bends down to pick Toxxic up, but he grits his teeth and continues. Slowly, he hauls the World Champion’s 218lbs up to a more or less vertical position, then tucks his head under the straight-edger’s left arm and takes a firm grip on Toxxic’s legs with his right hand. The Alamo Dome knows what comes next, and as Johnny starts to lift Toxxic up for the MI Slam the flashbulbs start to go off... ...and perfectly capture the moment when Johnny’s grip on Toxxic’s legs fails, and the Straight-Edge Sensation slips out of the move to land nimbly behind his opponent. “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Johnny turns to face Toxxic... and to the observers, it is not quite clear whether Johnny Dangerous, dizzy from all the blows to the head, meant to do what occurs next. It would make good tactical sense for him to surge - or possibly stagger - forwards and bury his shoulder into Toxxic’s gut, but the expression on his face doesn’t make it clear whether it was an intentional act or not. Regardless, the effect is the same - Toxxic’s face creases up in pain, the World Champion relaxes his grip and doubles over. And there can be no doubt that Johnny means to take the Straight-Edge Sensation in a front facelock and fall backwards to spike him with a DDT. “JOHN-EE!” Johnny looks sideways at his fallen opponent. He could go for another pin, but deep inside him he knows that Toxxic will kick out. He needs to do something else and finish this match now. As the chants start to rise inside the Alamo Dome again Johnny reviews his options; the Barracuda would work, but only if he had two working arms to trap Toxxic’s leg. He’s already borrowed one move from Wildchild tonight, but the Wild Ride suffers from a similar arm-centred problem. That only really leaves the one move that relies solely on his legs to execute - the move that defeated Dace Night. So with a final burst of energy Johnny Dangerous rolls Toxxic over onto his back... and starts to climb the turnbuckles. “Citizens, we may be about the see the Death From Above!” Comet says with rising excitement. “Hold onto your hats, because the end of this match is just around the corner and it’s going to be a cracker!” Johnny forces himself to keep climbing, despite the dizziness that sweeps over him. He reaches the second buckle and has to hold onto the top rope to steady himself, but raises his foot to the top buckle. And it is at that moment that a clubbing forearm shot crashes into his kidneys. “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” Johnny manages to keep himself from being knocked off the turnbuckles, but only just. He tries to reach backwards and dislodge his attacker, but to no avail as another blow slams into his back and knocks the wind from his body. Dimly, he is aware of the spiky-haired form of his opponent step through the ropes and start climbing up the outside of the turnbuckles. Toxxic’s back and ribs are killing him and the Straight-Edge Sensation is not his usual sprightly self, but a quick punch to Johnny’s aching head stops any thoughts of a fightback. “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” The chants are increasing in their volume, but they could be gentle music for all the effect they have on the World Champion. His head is still ringing from that DDT, but he wasn’t as hurt by it as he made out. However, playing possum is the last Toxxic wants to do, even to win a match, and now he needs to make amends. So he stands on the top buckle, grabs Johnny’s arm and holds it across his chest. Then the World Champion jumps forward and drags the challenger with him in a downward spiral to the mat. *BANG!!* “Single-Arm DDT from the top rope!” Comet exclaims in a mix of awe and horror. “That’s got to be it!” Sure enough, Johnny Dangerous’ arm feels like it’s jumped out of its socket, and the impact of his head on the canvas has busted his mouth open. The Barracuda yells out in pain, and beside him on the mat Toxxic winces at the impact on his ribs and chest. But he still has a job to do, and he is going to do it if it kills him. Or someone else, for that matter. So he grabs Johnny’s right arm and forces it up behind the Barracuda’s back in a hammerlock, then clamps on a Dragon sleeper with his left arm and grabs Dangerous’ trapped wrist to lock in the Repeat To Fade. Johnny tries to reach for the ropes, but Toxxic wraps his legs around the challenger in a bodyscissors... and after that, the end comes quickly. *TAP-TAP-TAP* “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” *DING-DING-DING!* “Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner and STILL SWF World Heavyweight Champion,” Funyon booms over the guitars of ‘Rookie’, “...TOOOOOXXXXXXXXXX-IIIIIIIIIC!!” The Straight-Edge Sensation rolls out of the ring where Jet meets him with the championship belt. The Alamo Dome is rising in a standing ovation... for Johnny Dangerous, as he lies sore and defeated on the mat. Toxxic turns his back, and heads up the ramp. Copyright SWF 2004 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
frisco 0 Report post Posted August 21, 2004 The crowd grumbles as a few isolated flashes pierce the darkness of the Alamo Dome. As the lights begin to darken the crowd reacts enthusiastically as it signals SWF STORM is about to resume. Already Funyon can be seen combing the hair from his sadly receding hairline and the spandex superhero Cyclone Comet is going for the microphone. “WELCOME BACK TO SWF STORRRRMMM!!!” He begins as Robert Riley yawns Indifferently. As the crowd cheers Funyon makes his way up the steel ring steps to give the opening introductions. “Ladies and Gentlemen” the nattily clad orator begins. “The following contest is for the SWF Cruiserweight Championship. Since this is a Championship match several stipulations will be in effect. First in this contest a wrestler will automatically be disqualified for throwing their opponent over the top rope.” “Yeah, yeah we know” Riley blurts. “Further more this match will use a 20 second count out rather than the normal ten seconds allowed in a non-title match,” Funyon continues as Riley cracks his knuckles in boredom. “Making her way to the ring she hails from Okinawa Japan and weights in at 121 pounds. Ladies and gentlemen please welcome The Dragon, Candace Okimurrrra!!!” BOOM! A stream of yellow and blue pyros illuminate the arena as David Bowies’, “China Girl” blares over the speakers. The crowd responds with polite applause as the diminutive Asian walks through the curtain and down the entrance ramp. The Dragon looks stunning in her sexy black playboy bunnie tank top and ridiculously short black leather mini. She is barefoot as usual for her match. As The Dragon approaches the ring her ever-unpopular manager Frisco joins her. The moment his head pops out from behind the curtain the audience lets their feelings towards him to known. FRISCO SUCKS FRISCO SUCKS FRISCO SUCKS As the crowd continues the love fest for Frisco he is quick to respond in kind. “Blow Me,” he snorts to no one in particular. “Well Robert I can see that this crowd is really anti-Frisco tonight” The spandex superhero chirps as Riley pauses for a moment to take a sip from his soda. “Just noticed that did you?” As the Dragon reaches ringside she notices a little African American girl holding up a large cardboard sign from the stands. A smile closes her face as it reads… THE DRAGON RULES She smiles radiantly and approaches the girl who looks genuinely surprised. As Frisco looks on in derision The Dragon gives the girl a quick hug and rolls into the ring for the start of the contest. “Not exactly the behavior you’d expect from someone called The Dragon” Comet states as Riley shake his head in disbelief. “I feel bad for Frisco. That girl just does not have a clue,” Riley barks in disapproval. “And her opponent… hailing from Buffalo New York he weights in at 228 and a half pounds he is the reining SWF Cruiser weight Champion! Ladies and gentleman allow me to introduce The Superior One Tom Flessss-her!” Funyon exclaims as the crowd quickly drowns him out. BOOM!!! The crowd goes wild as an explosion of blue smoke and pyros’ shake the Alamo Dome. As Led Zeppelin’s “Kashmir” blares over the speakers “The Superior One” Tom Flesher walks through the curtain clad in his usual blue warm-up suit. The lovely Allison Onita, wearing a denim skirt and a white t-shirt, follows closely behind him with the SWF Cruiserweight title belt securely wrapped around her waist. As usual the crowd rains a chorus of boos as Flesher and Onita make their way to the ring. The Superior One deems the audience irrelevant and dismisses them with a flick of his wrist as he makes his way into the ring. The audience is equally quick to offer Flesher a heart felt welcome ASSHOLE ASSHOLE ASSHOLE “How rude of this crowd” Riley shoots. “Calling Funyon an asshole” “I believe those comments were directed towards the Superior One” “Dream on, these people love Tom Flesher” As The Superior One slowly climbs the steel ring stairs he pauses to hold open the ropes for Allison Onita. As he enters the ring he confidently walks to the center while his music fades. He turns and glances over the crowd and a sneer flashes over his face. “Citizen Flesher looks confident tonight” The Comet begins as Riley surveys the action. “Well he should be” he replies. As Flesher begins his pre match stretch referee Rick Spicer quickly enters the ring. He approaches the Dragon to check her over for any foreign objects. She obliges him and he is quickly satisfied she is unarmed. The audience gets a quick laugh as the referee instinctively goes to check the Dragons boots for a foreign object. Spicer quickly realizes the action unnecessary as the Dragon wrestlers sans boots. “Yeah, better check them for razors,” Riley mocks. The referee quickly approaches The Superior One to search for foreign objects but Flesher waves him away with a flick of his wrist. The referee lowers his head like a scolded dog and walks off. He goes to Allison Onita as she strips off the belt and surrenders it to him. The crowd applauds enthusiastically as Spicer raises the belt to signify the match is a title affair. As he circles the ring the referee motions for the bell to start the contest. DING DING DING!!! The Superior One walks towards the center of the ring in an effort to corner the Dragon early on. Candace assumes her crouched position. Her hands extend outward in a kung fu like pose and she bends her knees and begins to circle the Superior One. “And were underway here” The Comet starts as Riley takes in the early action. “Citizen Okimurra has gone into her crouching Dragon stance and Tom Flesher is trying to cut off the ring…” Flesher observes her with a cocky look on his face. He turns and flashes a wink and a smile at the lovely Allison Onita and then turns his attention back to the Dragon. As she continues to circle him Flesher walks to the center of the ring and raises his hands for a test of strength. The crowd reacts with a snicker as amazingly the Dragon accepts the contest. A huge smile covers the Superior Ones face as she locks up. “She’s out of her mind” Riley exclaims in disbelief. As Flesher bears down the Dragon quickly drops to the mat. She presses her feet against the rock hard abdomen of Tom Flesher and quickly monkey flips him across the ring. As Flesher leaps to his feet the Dragon instinctively wraps her legs around his head in a leg scissors and flips him hard to the mat. She finishes with a missile drop kick that lands flush on the jaw of the Superior One. As the crowd explodes in appreciation Flesher quickly bails out of the ring and to the open arms of Allison Onita. “Nice leg scissor take down with a helicopter!” Riley states as Flesher glares at the Dragon from ringside. “I believe Citizen Dragon refers to that particular move as the Samurai scissors” Cyclone Comet interjects which draws a scowl from Riley. “Does she have a special name for everything?” Riley sneers. “What the hell…” Riley spits as the crowd cheers on the Dragon. Tom Flesher paces around outside the ring with a furious look in his eyes. The Superior One does not appreciate the Dragons early actions. As a smile graces Candace’s face she notes that Flesher is not amused. “The Dragon is immediately using her speed advantage against the champ” The Comet begins as Riley stews. “That would be a sound strategy as she would be best to avoid trying to match power with Tom Flesher” “You Think?” Riley caustically replies. Spicer approaches the ropes and begins his count ONE TWO THREE FOUR A confident smile again flashes across the face of the Superior One as he flicks his wrist at the referee to wave him off. He grabs the middle rope and sits on the ring apron. He turns and winks confidently at the lovely Allison Onita, as if to show her all is well. WHACK The Dragon immediately responds by shooting a baseball slide to Fleshers head. As the crowd cheers Flesher is knocked to the floor once again. FIVE SIX SEVEN Flesher glares in anger at the Dragon as he plots his strategy. The Dragon remains focuses on the extremely dangerous Tom Flesher as she tries to prepare for his next move. Outside the ring Frisco cheers her on much to the annoyance of The Superior One. EIGHT “I don’t know what the hell she’s doing!” Riley blurts. “She can’t win the title if Flesher is counted out. Let him back in the ring and lets get on with this!” Tom Flesher locks his eyes on the Dragon as he cautiously gets on the ring apron. The Dragon realizing it might not be wise to try for another baseball slide steps back to allow Flesher an unimpeded return to the ring. The Superior One maintains eye contact as he carefully stoops under the second rope. The Dragon once again assumes her crouching position and begins to circle. The crowd begins to jeer as Flesher closes in. The Superior One raises his left hand to once again initiate a test of strength. This time he is careful not to offer both hands so as to avoid another embarrassing monkey flip. The Dragon replies with a quick crescent kick to Fleshers’ ribs. This serves to infuriate The Superior One who is quick to charge at the Asian superstar. The Dragon performs an acrobatic tumble to avoid the collision. As Flesher turns to face his opponent he is met with a stinging missile drop kick to the sternum that knocks him into the ring post. The crowd cheers wildly as the champion is momentarily stunned in the corner, sensing an opening the Dragon again throws her legs around the Superior Ones head and blasts him… FRANKENSTEINER!!! “Holy Mackerel!” The Comet squeals as Riley’s jaw drops. Spicer runs over as a hush comes over the crowd. The Dragon is quick to her feet and quicker to the air as she lands Rolling thunder and goes for the pin. ONE TWO No! The Superior One tosses the Dragon off with authority. “Tom Flesher makes an emphatic kick out”, The Comet informs as Riley observes Frisco walking in the direction of Allison Onita. The crowd is clearly cheering on the Dragon at this point in the match and their cheers drown out Onita’s yells of encouragement to Flesher. As The Superior One rises he shakes his head in an effort to clear the cobwebs. He looks in the direction of his opponent but his blurred vision shows her in triplicate. Each one winding up for her patented… BUZZSAW KICK!! Again Flesher tastes the mat as his head bounces hard from the impact. The Dragon runs over to the fallen champion and fires a Senton Splash on him and covers him once more ONE TWO TH—NO!! Once again Flesher emphatically press tosses the diminutive Asian off of him “The speed advantage does seem to be causing the champion some problems” Comet reports and Riley shakes his head in disagreement. “The Superior One will rectify that very shortly,” Riley blurts out in anger. “Once he gets his hands on her this match will be over very quickly. Remember he’s already taken the best she has to offer and he’s not even bothered by it. He hasn’t laid a hand on her—yet!” As Flesher struggles to get to his feet the Dragon is quick to ascent to the top turnbuckle. The crowd cheers on as they recognize she is going for a highflying maneuver. Allison Onita quietly watches the action from outside of the ring and waits for the Dragon to balance herself on the top rope. As the referee watches the in-ring action Onita quickly jumps up and pulls at the top rope. The sudden rope move trips up the Dragon and knock her down to the mat. “ Outside interference by that scoundrel Allison Onita!” Comet yells. “Citizen Onita pulled the ropes and knocked the Dragon down” “I didn’t see anything” Riley interjects, as he plays dumb to the theatrics of Fleshers lady friend. “I think the Dragon is just a little uncoordinated” As the Dragon gets back to her feet the Superior One is there to greet her. He slaps a bear hug on her and suplexes her hard to the mat. As she bounces half way across the ring the crowd gives it to Flesher BOOOOO!!! “Now we get down to business”, Riley says with a clear sense of relief in his voice. “ It’s time for the Superior One to put this upstart in her place” “If it wasn’t for that vile Allison Onita this match might have been over and the Dragon would be the cruiser weight champ!” Riley just smiles and shakes his head in disagreement. “Only in your dreams” A toothy smirk covers the face of Tom Flesher as he looks over to Allison Onita. She is also beaming from ear to ear as she watches the Superior One go to work. As Frisco animatedly informs the referee that Onita interfered Flesher pulls the Dragon to her feet. As the Dragon goes to fire a karate punch to the abdomen of Flesher he wraps his thick arms around her waist and slaps her into another punishing suplex. Once again the Dragon bounces hard across the ring from the impact. As the crowd jeers at the Superior One he glances in their direction and flashes an arrogant wink. “Citizen Flesher is taking control of this match,” Cyclone Comet concedes as Riley enjoys the action in the ring. Frisco continues to bark at the referee who by now has learned to ignore his endless complaints. Flesher slowly struts to the Dragon as she gets to her knees. While she remains momentarily dazed she possesses the ring savvy to at least head towards the ropes. Her journey is stopped short as Flesher walks over to her and straddles her back. He quickly drops his weight down on her spine as she screams in pain. “It does not look good for citizen Dragon tonight” Comet offers as Flesher wraps his calloused hands under the chin of the Dragon. She screams in pain as he rocks back for his infamous CAMEL CLUTCH!!! Riley pauses to enjoy a quick sip from his coke. “You know the best thing about wrestling Dragon Okimurra?” he innocently asks. “Once you beat her you want to wrestle her again an hour later!” Comet shakes his head, “Not exactly a politically-correct statement Robert” As Riley chuckles at his own joke the spandex superhero continues to watch the Dragon as the end appears near. “Citizen Flesher is very powerful. I doubt the Dragon will be able to withstand the pain!” The Dragon forces her mind to resist her bodies orders to yield. The pain from the Camel Clutch is unbearable but the Dragons will is very strong. She reaches to the ropes in desperation but as she closes in Flesher forces her back. A sick smirk covers his face as he rocks back with authority. In a moment Spicer is asking the Dragon if she wants to give up. Outside the ring a scream is heard that immediately gets the attention of Tom Flesher. As Allison Onita was busy cheering on The Superior One Frisco grabbed her denim shirt and begins to try to pull it off her. “Holy humiliation” The Comet screams. “Citizen Frisco is trying to disrobe Allison Onita!” A look of frustration flashes over Tom Fleshers face as he releases the Camel clutch and rolls under the ropes and towards Frisco. The crowd cheers wildly as they see Flesher storming towards the hated manager with a look of pure malice in his eyes. As he approaches the manager Frisco does his best Deon Sanders as he sprints to the other side of the ring. “I’ll give it to Frisco, Riley beings. “I knew it wouldn’t be long before he became a factor in this match” “Well turnaround is fair play,” The Comet offers as The Superior One returns to the ring at the count of one. “Oh shut up” barks Riley. Flesher is quick to grab the Dragon by her long raven hair. Once again a smile appears on his face as he senses the end is near. A wraps his right arm tightly around her head and hooks her left leg with his other arm. As the crowd quiets he glances at Onita and winks. CRASH!! The Superior One launches a powerful suplex on his Asian adversary. The impact bounces her a good eight inches off the mat, as she appears lifeless. As the crowd jeers Flesher sits up and pats himself on the back which yields an immediate response FLESHER SUCKS FLESHER SUCKS FLESHER SUCKS While the crowd continues to chant Tom Flesher rises to his feet and struts over to the fallen Dragon. He glances down at her glossed-over eyes and arrogantly plants a foot on her chest while assuming a bodybuilding pose. Referee Rick Spicer immediately counts the pin fall. ONE TWO THRE.. No! At the last possible moment the Dragon raises a shoulder. As the Dragon barely escapes the pin fall Flesher just shrugs and resumes his attack. He grabs the Dragon by her ankles and drags her into the center of the ring. As the Dragon lay flat on her back Flesher goes to drop an elbow directly to her sternum. A moment before it connects the Dragon rolls to avoid the Impact and Flesher ends up giving a powerful shot to the mat. While the rage builds up in The Superior Ones face the Dragon is quick to bail out of the ring and regroup. “Citizen Dragon has evidently decided that discretion is the better part of valor.” Comet understates as Riley digests the action. “Perhaps getting her second wind will allow her to formulate a plan” The referee quickly walks to the ropes and begins his count ONE TWO THREE Riley finally turns his attention to his partner. “Do you even hear yourself sometimes?” he questions. FOUR FIVE SIX Allison Onita screams at the Dragon to get back in the ring. The Dragon does not feel compelled to listen to her. SEVEN EIGHT Onita heads in the direction of the Dragon but quickly changes her mind; she realizes it might not be a good idea to take on Candace even in her weakened state. NINE TEN ELEVEN As Flesher waits in the ring the crowd begins to boo the Dragon. Frisco is quick to return the favor by screaming back at the crowd. “Shut up you hillbilly’s” TWELVE THIRTEEN FOURTEEN As the Dragon takes a deep breathe she approaches the ring turnbuckle. As she watches Flesher he bows and motions her to ender the ring. FIFTEEN SIXTEEN The Dragon slowly moves to the ropes. As she gets close Flesher fires a baseball slide of his own at her. The Dragon immediately jumps off the apron as Flesher misses the mark. The Dragon had predicted that the Superior One would attempt to return her earlier move While Flesher have his leg dangling out of the ropes the Dragon is quick to pounce on it. She grabs his left leg and slams his knee into the unforgiving steel ring post. SEVENTEEN EIGHTEEN The Dragon rolls into the ring and moves behind Flesher. As he begins to get up she fires a wild missile drop kick that connects hard with the back of his head. As she hits it Fleshers head is driver into the turnbuckle. The Superior One rises to his feet as he quickly tries to shake the cobwebs. This allows the Dragon to duck behind him and roll him into a perfectly executes school boy pin. The referee Rick Spicer quickly begins the count much to the chagrin of Allison Onita. ONE TWO The Superior One quickly kicks out. The look of frustration of evident as the Dragon slaps the mat in anger. “Not today” Riley jabs. As Flesher begins to rise the Dragon quickly sets up for her Buzzsaw kick. A blank expression covers The Superior Ones face as he gets to his knees while Dragon fires her kick. Flesher quickly catches the leg and immediately drives the Dragon hard to the mat. A quick smile appears on Fleshers face as he Dragon tries to get up. She is momentarily on her hands and knees and Flesher springs into a collegian style amateur-wrestling stance much to the crowds delight. “Oh yeah they love this” Riley chuckles. “The Superior One has an extensive amateur background. No one is better at that style of wrestling than he is!” As Flesher immediately flips over he has the Dragons shoulders down on the mat ONE TWO The Dragon kicks out as Flesher immediately grabs her in a front face lock. Once again the smile returns to his face as he begins cranking out some punishment to the Asian spit fire. “This is definitely citizen Fleshers forte” Comet interjects. “He loves nothing more than a slow paced, grind your opponent down style of match especially against a speedy high flyer like the Dragon” “I finally find something I agree with you on” scoffs Riley as Flesher gives the Dragon a snap suplex in the ring. As he stands behind her he quickly fires a knee ho her back and pulls back her arms. A look of agony is etched on the Dragons face as Flesher tortures her with an agonizing stretch. “How do you say I give up in Japanese” Riley questions as Rick Spicer is quickly asking the Dragon if she wants to surrender. “Citizen Dragon is a fighter”, the spandex superhero offers. “She will not quit!” After what seems an eternity Flesher released the hold and moves to the Dragons head. He smiles arrogantly over at Frisco and grabs the Dragon by the hair. As she struggles to get free he forces her head between his knees. “It would appear Flesher is setting up the Dragon for a pile driver!” “Oh well back to Japan for you” Riley scoffs. As Allison Onita motions thumbs down Flesher grabs the Dragon around the waist. He quickly flips her up high and his shoulders and rather than give her a neck breaking pile driver settles for a thunderous POWER BOMB!!! “Holy collision” Comet screams as Riley chuckles at the impact. The Dragon lie crumpled on the mat as The Superior One arrogantly struts over to Allison Onita for a quick kiss. “Citizen Flesher is so arrogant. He should get the pin fall and save the kissing for after the match.” Comet exclaims as Riley enjoys another sip of his soda. “Why? The Dragon isn’t going anywhere!” As Flesher struts over to the Dragon he places his boot on her breast and raises his arms in a body building pose that sends the crowd into a loud chant FLESHER SUCKS FLESHER SUCKS FLESHER SUCKS Referee Rick Spicer is quick to begin the count ONE TWO No! As Flesher reacts in dismay Spicer notices the Dragons foot is on the rope. A nasty glare emanates from his eyes as he notices Frisco is mysteriously standing by the ropes and Allison Onita is screaming at him. Frisco smiles innocently. “It would appear Citizen Frisco put the Dragons foot on the rope to break the count!” Offers the Comet as Flesher roars at the annoying manager. “Thanks for your stunning observation” Riley responds. “I can’t blame him because there was damn sure no way in hell she was going to kick out of that!” As Flesher continues to scream at Frisco he suddenly reaches over to Allison Onitas denim skirt and raises it up revealing her sexy white panties for the audience. “Shame on you!” barks Riley as Flesher quickly bails from the ring and goes after Frisco. Once again the manager runs for dear life as Flesher chases him with dismemberment in mind. As The Superior One leaves the ring Referee Spicer begins his count ONE TWO THREE “If Tom Flesher catches Frisco he is going to kill him” FOUR FIVE SIX Riley smiles as he watches the out of ring theatrics. “Brilliant!” he exclaims as Flesher finally rolls back in the ring to avoid the referee’s count. As the Dragon slowly rises to her feet Flesher approaches her to continue his attack. The crowd begins to grow louder as Flesher fires a knee to the Dragon. A clearly pained expression covers her face as she gasps for air. As Flesher smiles he grabs the doubled over Dragon around the waist and attempts to lift her into a back body vise. A cheer fills the air as the Dragon raises her arms and slides down Fleshers back before he gets the move locked on. Flesher reacts angrily as he realizes she has countered the move and turns to face her. He is met with a standing missile drop kick to the face, which rocks the Superior One. “I don’t know where she get it from, but the Dragon has the heart of a lion” Comet exclaims as the crowd is clearly behind the Asian superstar. “She is showing a refusal to quit in this match that is an inspiration to everyone!” Riley bristles as he tosses his empty coke can in the trash. “You write the next Rocky movie!” he chides the Comet. “Where do you come up with this stuff?” As Flesher focuses on his opponent the Dragon fires a crescent kick to his ribs. The Superior One quickly catches her leg before it lands and locks eyes with her. The rage in his visage demonstrates he is done playing around. As Flesher prepares to suplex the Dragon into the cheap seats she blasts an enzuiguri to the right side of his head. The impact lands clearly on his temple and forces Flesher to relinquish his hold. The crowd erupts as she attacks the Superior One again… DIAMOND CUTTER!!! “Noooo!!!” Riley barks as the Dragon springs to her feet in a karate pose. As Allison Onita leaps to the ring apron the Superior One slowly rises to his feet. Just as his head clears the impact hits BUZZSAW KICK!!! The crowd screams as the Superior One lands hard on his back. The Dragon points to the sky and runs to the ropes. As a hush fills the Alamo Dome she bounces off the top rope with a textbook LIONSAULT!!! “Pin him!!” The Comet screams as the crowd drowns him out. Riley sits in stunned silence. As the clearly dazed Tom Flesher rises to his feet the Dragons legs meet him as she locks them around his throat. While Flesher would normally be quite happy to have a sexy pair of legs rubbing against his face this occasion would prove most unpleasant. The crowd explodes as it recognizes the move from the Dragons earlier match with Nathan Xavier. ASIAN DEATH LOCK As the crowd roars in approval the Dragon is quick to lock onto the eighteen-inch neck of The Superior One. A look of concern crosses his face as he attempts to rise to his feet. The Dragon quickly shifts her weight so as to knock Flesher off balance. As he struggles to regain his footing she clamps her free right hand onto Fleshers temples. IRON CLAW “We are witnessing history in the making here tonight Citizen Riley!” The Comet embellishes as Riley drops his head into his hands. “The Dragon has shown the heart of a champion and she is going to take the SWF Cruiserweight title from the vile Thomas Flesher!!” “Will you shut up!” barks the clearly agitated Riley. As Allison Onita views the action she realizes that the match is not going well for the Superior One. It would appear that Flesher might have underestimated his opponent and now is close to losing his title. That is a situation that clearly cannot happen. She quickly grabs a chair and jumps to the ring apron as the referee is asking Flesher if he wants to quit. As Onita stands purged to enter the ring a hand grabs her ankle and forces her back to the ground. A look of consternation crosses her face as Frisco pulls the chair from her hands. As she pulls her arm back to clock the annoying manager Frisco tosses his 20-ounce Slurpee into her face. The crowd gives Frisco his first ever pop, as Onita’s face is a mask of sticky strawberry mess. In the ring Flesher is losing his battle to regain his consciousness. The Asian Death Lock is clearly slowing the flow of blood through the Superior Carotids of Tom Flesher as he falls to his knees. The Iron claw is further limiting his blood supply as Flesher desperately tries to fight it. “Do you want to give up?” Referee Rick Spicer screams in Fleshers face the Superior One looks dazed. As the crowd quiets to a hush Flesher attempts to rise to his feet. A quick weight shift knocks him back down to the mat. As the Superior Ones arms drop Spicer quickly raises one arm as he checks on Fleshers consciousness. The moment Spicer releases the arm it falls limply to Fleshers side. ONE!! The crowd chants on in encouragement DRAGON DRAGON DRAGON Spicer again grabs an arm and elevates it. The crowd cheers as it again falls lifelessly to the mat TWO!! Outside the ring Onita has cleared her face of the gooey syrup and runs to Fleshers Cruiserweight title. As she picks it up Frisco is quick to grab at it as they engage in a tug of war with the championship belt. Referee Rick Spicer once again raises the Superior Ones arm as the crowd falls to dead silence. Onita quickly fires a kick to Friscos privates as the manager doubles over. A smile flashes her face as she waffles Frisco in the face with the title knocking him to the ground. She quickly turns her attention to the ring… THREE!!! The crowd explodes as Onita watches Fleshers arm drop lifelessly to his side. Her heart sinks as the Dragon releases the hold and The Superior One falls face foreword to the mat. “NOOOO!!!!” Onita screams. “NOOOO!!!!” Riley yells. “YESSSS!!!!” The spandex superhero exclaims as he pumps his fist into the Alamo Dome air. DING DING DING As Funyon makes his way into the ring the Dragon raises her hands as she is showered with applause from the crowds. Flesher lye face down on the mat as the lovely—though Slurpee covered—Allison Onita runs to his side. Referee Jack Spicer hands the SWF Cruiserweight title to the Dragon as she raises it high above her head. “No freakin’ way” Riley spurts as he shakes his head in disbelief. “The Dragon has made history here tonight in what may be the greatest upset in SWF history. “ The Comet exudes as Riley sits in stunned silence. “She has dug down deep and conquered the great Tom Flesher in a historical upset” “Fluke” Riley spits in disgust. As a sea of light bulbs capture the moment the Dragon showcases the title as he climbs all four turnbuckles. As the crowd shows their appreciation the Dragon points to the sky as if to acknowledge her late parents as tears well in her eyes. If looks could kill the Dragon would surely he dead as Allison Onita glares at her from the side of the fallen Tom Flesher. The lights dim as the Dragon leaves the ring and SWF STORM goes to commercial. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Edwin MacPhisto 0 Report post Posted August 21, 2004 Haven't kept up much with things lately, but since Candace commented that she thought Flesher's match was a squash unjustified in winning, I decided to look over both matches and offer my thoughts. Flesher's match wasn't one of his best; I liked the idea, but at times it did seem like it was just going through the motions. Though, given the egomaniacal character's attitude towards being booked against someone he would consider an unproven rookie in a division he's proven he doesn't care much about, that feeling might be intentional. It's hit and miss, but I can roll with it. Candace doesn't get much offense in, but I don't really see how she should. The problem I've noticed with the Candace character is the scale of her natural disadvantage. She's just miniscule. She matches up especially poorly against Flesher; he has one of the highest vitalities in the fed, and is notorious for being able to take monstrous amounts of punishment and turn around ground-based attacks. Moving over to Candace's match for a moment, this mismatch is to me is its great weakness. The finish certainly has a lot of momentum - it's exciting, but look at what it does. After a few strikes, it ends in holds and ultimately a submission...exactly the sort of thing that is Tom Flesher's greatest expertise. It's kind of unfathomable that the guy who's claim to fame is being incredibly well-versed in amateur holds, submissions, and stamina would fall so quickly to what looks like a textbook headscissors/triangle hold, especially when it's being applied by someone so tiny. Honestly, I would have saved the powerbomb spot for this - Flesher easily hefts Candace up, goes for the powerbomb, and she turns the already-locked headscissors into a hurricanrana flash pin. There's an awesome upset finish that doesn't try to pull too much out of a basic hold. Candace had a good idea going early, with the fast-moving hit-and-run tactics, but in the end it turns around in to a finish that hasn't really been shaped by what's come before it. There are a few other choices that I think really hurt the match. One is the plethora of outside interaction, and how it affects Flesher. Frisco's continued molestation of Allison Onita is weird - if you're going to molest one valet, don't pick the one who weighs in at 155 and is a legitimate fighter. As Flesher continues to scream at Frisco he suddenly reaches over to Allison Onitas denim skirt and raises it up revealing her sexy white panties for the audience. I couldn't understand why Frisco, the untrained manager, wouldn't find himself dumped on his ass with a savate kick or daybreak pedigree after that. The slurpee in the face at the end is the one thing he does that I could buy working - it's underhanded, and keeps him out of harm's way from a woman who could surely whoops his ass. It also doesn't make sense that Flesher would give up an easy finish twice and let himself get distracted by Frisco. There's also a weird double-standard going on here, with one woman being able to go toe-to-toe with a strong wrestler while the sexually vital and physically strong woman is easily overcome by the skeezy manager, but no one wants to hear me discourse on that, so we'll move on to the wrap-up. Basically, I have a few bits of advice. One, take a closer look at characters and their styles the next time you have a match. The more accurately you can use a character's strengths, weaknesses, and personality traits in a match, the better your match will be. Second, proofread, and get some punctuation going. So many sentences end without a full stop and there are a lot of misspellings; most match markers get very frustrated by that very quickly. Third, consider changing the Candace character up a bit. She's unique for being so tiny, but I think you'd get a lot more mileage out of her if you had her bulk up a bit and develop a more rounded arsenal. That one's the most drastic, but it might be the easiest way to ensure that someone else's match doesn't inadvertantly make Candace look like a weak jobber. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Angel_Grace_Blue 0 Report post Posted August 21, 2004 Here's my loser-full match. Comments of commentification would be appreciated and such. Yay. SWF Storm returns from another commercial, this time advertising a brand new hamburger sandwich. Cameras pan around the packed Alamo Dome, showcasing signs displaying the best and brightest of the SWF fan-base. Signs such as “Revolution Zero Should Not Be Televised” (Because all the kids like Gil Scott-Heron, right?) along with “Candace from Okinawa. THAT IN JAPAN~!” and, you know what? That one was bad, and the others are even worse, so let’s not even bother with them. The nausea-inducing pan ends with a picture that upsets even more stomachs, Cyclone Comet and Bobby Riley! “Hello again fans!” Comet begins. “Why must you greet those dolts each time you happen to glance a camera lens? They saw you like, three minutes ago,” Riley snarls. “I greet our fine fans because a great man once said something about repetition helps in getting a point across, or something. I don’t recall what it was exactly, but he was wearing a neat tie at the time!” Beams Comet. “Anyway, we’ve had some fast-paced action already, and it’s going to get even faster in just a minute! Jamie Drazon, the first person to have ever defeated rising superstar Dragon Okimurra, is pitted against Andrea Montgomery, Manson, and Max King in a four-way match to determine the number one contender to the Intercontinental Television title!” Comet says, following up with a very deep breath. “Hey, you forgot something! It’s ‘The Icon’ Max King. Show some respect or I’ll have to rough you up,” threatens Riley. “You? Rough me up?” Comet says before breaking up in laughter. “Well, I’ll get some guys to rough you up,” Riley says, crestfallen. Practically every light within the Alamo Dome goes out, not only creating a problem for those who decided to make a run to the bathrooms, but heralds the approach of the first wrestler in the match. It’s hard to say who, though, as nearly everyone on the roster has dimmed lights in his or her entrance. Just as Riley is about to pull out his Hamtaro plushie for comfort, Marilyn Manson’s “Dope Hat” blares over the public address system, inducing a roar of cheers from the audience. Jamie Drazon steps out, surveying the crowd before he begins his walk down the ramp as the lights return to their normal brightness. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall! The winner of this match shall be named the number one contender to the Intercontinental Television title! Introducing first, from Vancouver, British Columbia, he weighs in at two hundred, forty-three pounds, JAAAAMIEE DRAAAAZON!!” Funyon booms out over the music. JD rolls under the bottom rope, as rolling under either of the two other ropes is impossible, pops to his feet and begins a few pre-match stretches. Before anyone is allowed to get re-accustomed to the lights as they are, they dim once more, but this time, multi-hued strobe lights flash over the crowd. The fans once again erupt in applause as Prong’s “Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck” comes on, Manson stepping onto the entranceway. “And his opponent, from Denver, Colorado, weighing two hundred, thirty pounds, MAAANSON!” Funyon screams. The former USJL champ makes his way down the ramp, gets into the ring and turns, keeping an eye on Drazon and one on the entranceway. “Man, we are going to blow a fuse with all of these lights going off and on,” complains Riley. “I remember in the old days when some generic music played, you walked out and that was it!” “Says the man who used ‘Eye of the Tiger’ as theme music...” Comet states. “You just don’t like being in the dark. You’re afraid, aren’t you?” Comet teases. Riley doesn’t have a chance to answer, as the lights go down once more, followed closely by a huge explosion! The fans cheer once more as filters bathe the Alamo Dome in a green glow, No Doubt’s “Just a Girl” starting up. Andrea Montgomery steps out and slowly walks down the ramp. “And their opponent, from Biloxi, Mississippi, she weighs in at one hundred, forty-three pounds, AAANDRREEA MONTGOMERRRY!!” Funyon screams, wishing for a bottle of water. Andrea gets to the ring, hops on to the apron, and vaults over the ropes to another cheer. “Well, three down, one to go,” Comet states. “Of course. That’s why it’s called a four-way. And I’m very glad that Max King is coming in now. Save the best for last and that sort,” Riley says a bit absentmindedly, waiting for a glimpse of the Icon. Kelly Connelly walks down the ramp with no preceding music or lighting changes. The rain of jeers reaches near Hurricane Charley levels, but Connelly presses forward, climbing into the ring and making straight for Funyon and his microphone. Andrea, Manson, and Drazon all glance at each other, all understanding the plan without uttering a single word. Kelly grabs the microphone from Funyon, but before she can utter a single word, Andrea darts forward, wrenches it away from Connelly and tosses it over to Funyon. Shocked, he bobbles it, but manages to hold on to the microphone as Manson and Drazon block Kelly’s path. “And their opponent, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at two hundred, fifty pounds, ‘THE ICON’, MAAAX KIIIING!” shouts Funyon for perhaps the first time. Yet another pyrotechnic explosion rocks the entranceway, cueing Saliva’s “Superstar” to start up. Max King, anger visible on his face at being introduced by...Funyon, walks down the ramp. Also upset, Kelly Connely takes her position to hold open the ring ropes for the Icon. King climbs in as Funyon exits, and Kelly coos in Max’s ear, trying to get him focused on the match. Junior referee Ralph Kramden makes to check the four wrestlers for any foreign implements to doom, but Kelly holds up a hand, stopping him in his tracks as she gives Max a quick kiss and leaves the ring. “Wow. Andrea Montgomery, Jamie Drazon, and Manson have stopped Kelly Connely from harassing Funyon and preventing him from doing his job of introducing wrestlers. And I for one applaud them,” Comet says, and does in fact claps in the direction of the aforementioned people. “You would, and I know why. It’s because you’re a...” Riley falters. “Aw, crap. I got nothing.” Kramden, who looks nothing like Jackie Gleason, finishes the pat down and calls for the bell. DING! DING! DING! Max King heads straight for Manson, while Drazon aims a kick to Andrea’s jaw, which Montgomery manages to duck by dropping to the mat. Manson locks up with King, no advantage for either man. They quickly release, only to crash together again, like two angry rams. Two angry, bipedal, horn-less rams. Andrea gets back to her feet, but goes back down, narrowly avoiding a roundhouse from Drazon. King and Manson disengage once more, and as they attempt a third tie-up, Max drives a knee into Manson’s stomach, knocking the air out of his lungs. With Manson doubled over, King grabs him around the waist, lifts, and despite it not being Arbor Day and Manson not being a tree, plants Manson with a jumping piledriver. Turning his attention away from Andrea Montgomery, Jamie Drazon sees a bug on the back of King’s head, and it being the right thing to do, JD obliterates it along with King’s motor skills (Only temporarily) with a Thai roundhouse. “Hotchie motchie! Jamie Drazon might have imploded Max King’s skull with that roundhouse!” Comet bellows. “Please, Jamie Drazon hurting Max King? And what’s with the Jay Sherman line?” Riley questions. “Hey, it seemed appropriate. You’re just lucky I told Zenon I’d say it. I don’t think you wouldn’t have liked the Comometer,” Comet says while Riley just sighs. With King out of the way, Drazon sets his sights on the real target, Manson. Grabbing his right leg, JD places his boot against the back of Manson’s knee, putting pressure on the joint. Manson yelps in pain and tries to find a way to escape. He doesn’t need to, though, as Drea pops to her feet, goes behind JD and leaps, grabbing him first in a side headlock before twisting around Jamie, locking on a front facelock, wrenching Drazon away from Manson, hitting a DDT in the process. Montgomery gets to her feet and lands a double stomp to King’s back. “Good idea by Jamie Drazon in targeting Manson’s knee. If he can work it over enough and manage to get Max King and Andrea Montgomery out of the way long enough, the Hiza juji-gatame should be more than enough to win the match,” Comet notes. “Well, it is a good idea in theory. But a major problem is getting King out of the way long enough. That just won’t happen. However, I’m sure that the Icon will be more than pleased if Drazon softens up Manson for him,” Riley says. “So what are you saying? Max King is not capable of taking care of Manson himself?” Comet asks, trying to get a rise out of Bobby. “Not at all, you masked doofus. I’m just saying that if Drazon is going to do all the dirty work, it would be nice for King. Just cut down on the work he’s got to do,” Riley explains. “That’s true, it would help if someone assists Max King, as he’s spending some time on the mat as of right now,” Comet says. “Just a power nap!” Riley cries. “He’s fine, really. I mean, that stomp from Andrea was probably less intense than the massages he gets.” Drea manages to get King back to his feet and sends him into the ropes. As he’s coming off the rebound, Andrea performs a cartwheel before nailing the Icon with a back elbow to the nose. King manages to maintain his vertical base, and Andrea backpedals before dashing forward, driving Max to the mat with a bulldog. Montgomery gets to her feet, and looking right at her is Manson. The Denver native sidesteps the girl from Biloxi and goes right after King. The former USJL champ hoists King to his feet, cinches in a front chancery and lifts the Icon off his feet. Drea quickly heads for the ropes as Manson falls backwards, vertical suplex complete. Manson rolls out of the way as Andrea crashes down on King, staying down for the pin. However, Kramden appears confused. He casts a glance at Funyon, puzzled look on his face. “Am I...am I supposed to count the pin with my penis?” Funyon violently shakes his head, and a much-relieved Ralph Kramden drops to count the pin with his hand. ONE! NO! Manson calmly pulls Andrea off, stopping the count as it should. “Nice suplex from Manson followed up with a split-legged moonsault from Andrea Montgomery, but I don’t think it would have gotten the pin even if Manson hadn’t stopped her,” Comet says sagely. “Of course. What have I been telling you? Max King is far too good for these chumps. He’ll win easily,” says Robert. Upset over the pin being broken up, Andrea sends a kick towards Manson, catching him on the chin. The Coloradish backs up, remains on his feet, and is still standing after another kick from Montgomery. Growing a little desperate to floor Manson, Andrea performs a back handspring, nailing him under the chin with both feet, sending the former USJL champ to the mat. “Nice set of kicks from Andrea Montgomery, and she manages to take Manson down,” notes Comet. Andrea notices Manson down, and out of the corner of her eye, sees Jamie Drazon on his feet. Spinning swiftly, Andrea launches a kick at Drazon, who knocks the leg away forcibly with a kick of his own, turning Andrea around. Having a pretty good idea as to what’s going to happen next, Andrea jumps, legs outstretched as Drazon fires off a kick of his own, but his leg is scissored by Montgomery’s! The SWF of the SWF wrenches JD’s leg, sending him crashing to the mat. “Andrea Montgomery just took a page out of Jamie Drazon’s book with that leg scissor takedown. Attacking his legs is a great idea. If he can’t kick you, it’ll be damn hard for him to beat you,” Comet says. “Page out of Jamie Drazon’s book? That’s a tragedy. He hadn’t finished coloring some of the pictures!” Riley shouts in mock indignation. Andrea gets back to her feet, and is quickly bent backwards by a standing Max King. The Icon drops to one knee, driving the other into Andrea’s spine. King is not close to being finished as he gets up, and drives another knee into Montgomery’s back. Max rises once more, but this time he grabs hold of Drea’s waistband, lifts her up, and drops her across his knee with a backbreaker. King rolls Andrea off his knee, gets to his feet, and finds himself in Jamie Drazon’s grip. Drazon arches his back, sending King up and over, nearly landing on the top of his head. “Nasty suplex from Drazon, and perhaps even nastier series of backbreakers from King,” states Comet. “Pish tosh. The only thing nasty about Drazon is his smell,” Riley says. Drazon hooks King’s left leg and Kramden gets in position to count the pin. ONE! TW...NO! The Icon manages to kick out, but Drazon ends up on top of him again, thanks to a knee to the back of the head from Manson. The Coloradio pulls JD up and slams him to the mat with a spinebuster. Manson doesn’t follow up his attack, however, as he’s focused on Max King now. Manson pulls King to his feet and sends him to the ropes with an Irish whip. Max bounces back, ducks a clothesline and hooks both of Manson’s arms. Icon drops to his knees, pulling Manson over in a backslide. ONE! TWO! TH...NO! Manson gets a shoulder up and continues to twist, rolling over, catching Max King with a backslide! ONE! TWO! TH...NO! King gets a shoulder up, rolls onto his side, and both he and Manson reach their feet, arms entwined. The two twist out of it, facing each other and lock up yet again. King appears to have the advantage, pushing Manson towards the ropes, but the Coloradian digs his feet in and starts shoving back. It seems like another stalemate is about to occur, but Andrea Montgomery intervenes, delivering a heel kick to the back of Manson’s right knee. She then follows up with a dropkick aimed near King’s ankles, knocking Max off his feet and putting a stop to the tie-up. Andrea, straining, pulls Manson to his feet and whips him to the ropes. Manson bounces back, and is sent head over heels from a rana by Montgomery. Andrea rises to her feet, looking to follow up, but is stopped by King as he crashes a forearm across her back. Max applies a rear waistlock, places his left leg in front of Drea’s, and falls forward, tripping Andrea. Noticing both Manson and Drazon on the mat and not making much of an effort to get up, King opts for the ‘Tom Flesher-Approved Dickish Heel Route’ and drives a knee into the small of Drea’s back while grinding his forearm across her neck. “Now that’s just mean! I mean, he should be going for something to possibly end this match, but Max King is just being a big jerk,” Comet says vehemently. “Bah! He’s doing the right thing. Reminds me of something. ‘Give them no quarter and let slip the dogs of war!’” Riley shouts in a horrible attempt at an English accent. “Ah, Shakespeare. Sort of,” Comet notes. “Who? I got that from a Bazooka Joe gum wrapper,” Riley says, as Comet adds another reason to his list of ‘Why My Broadcast Partner is a Moron.’ With all of his attention focused on Drea, King has no idea that Manson is on his feet and heading right for him. Max finally gets a clue as Manson drives his knee into the back of King’s skull, knocking him off of Montgomery. Manson yanks the Icon up, slips on a front facelock, hooks Max’s leg and lifts him off the mat. Manson spins and drops backwards with a fisherman’s suplex. “Chaosphere from Manson! Max King was just drilled with that suplex! And on an unrelated note, I was at Maskaholics Anonymous, and Beezel broke his foot when a three handled family credenza he was moving fell. Apparently, it was covered in moss and was tough to handle,” Comet says. “A family credenza? We used to have one at the Riley homestead, but I never knew what it was for. What is it for, anyway?” Bobby asks, more interested in pieces of furniture than the match. “Well, they commonly hold books, documents, and the like,” says Comet. “Wow. I just learned something today. Actually, two things. You see, I once thought that dogs, uh, laid eggs, but I found out that...that they don’t. Live babies,” Riley says. Rather than make a bridge and go for the pin, Manson lets go of King and gets to his feet, hauling Max up as well. Manson slaps on a front facelock, drops, and quickly transitions the DDT into a reverse facelock, pulling back on the Icon’s neck. “Great idea Manson’s got, soften up King’s neck to that Consequences will have even more of an impact. That’s if he gets a chance to hit it,” Comet notes. “Yeah, well, I don’t think he’ll have a chance to. Especially with Jamie Drazon on his feet and skulking behind Manson,” Riley says. JD decides against simply kicking Manson in the head, possibly knocking him out, and instead steps on the back of Manson’s right knee, pulling his foot up. “Nice move from Drazon, working over Manson’s knee, and we’ve got a double submission situation,” Comet says. Kramden seems flustered over predicament. He first heads to King, asking if he’ll submit, but before he can get an answer, he checks on Manson’s status. Manson’ doesn’t have time to shake or nod his head as Kramden goes back to King, seeing if he’ll submit. Manson seems to have formulated a plan, and helping out Ralph, lets go of King. Kramden thanks a handful of deities at once and looks towards Manson, asking if he’ll submit. Manson shakes him off, twists his body to the left so he’s looking at Drazon and reaches towards him. Manson manages to grab JD’s free leg and trips him, sending the hardcore maniac to the mat and freeing himself from the hold. “Manson with a nifty escape from Drazon’s submission. And boy, did referee Ralph Kramden look confused with that double submission or what?” asks Comet. “I concur. I’d like to see what that dolt does if someone gets two submissions locked on at once. He wouldn’t know who to award the match to. He’s dumb, you see,” Riley clarifies. Manson rolls all the way under the ropes, rubbing his knee whilst laying on the apron. King slowly rises to his feet, holding his neck as he catches Drazon getting up out of the corner of his eye. King dashes forward as Drazon is still slightly disoriented, and takes JD down with a swinging neckbreaker. The Icon pulls JD back up, drives his knee into Drazon’s gut twice, hooks both of his arms, and drops Jamie with a butterfly suplex. King rolls over, hooking Drazon’s leg in the process. Glad at having a very cut-and-dry task, Kramden gets down to count the pin. ONE! TWO! T...NO! Drazon kicks out, sending King flying off of him. “Good offensive flurry from Max King, but Drazon won’t go down to a standard butterfly suplex. Now, one from the rafters? That could keep him down,” Comet says. “Cykes, Cykes, Cykes. I’ve told you a billion times, don’t exaggerate!” Riley says, laughing to himself, an embarrassing chortle, complete with nerd-like snorting. JD rolls backwards and gets back to his feet moments before King does. Drazon darts forward and slides, knocking King’s legs out from under him in homage to Bruce Dern’s slide tackle from the movie The ‘Burbs. Drazon aims a few kicks at King’s ribs, but before he can do much damage, Kramden stops him. A look of fury on his face, Drazon steps away from King, but once Kramden backs off, JD goes back to King, but lifts him up instead. Jamie whips King into the ropes, and as King bounces back, Jamie spins one hundred eighty degrees, knocking Max silly with a back elbow to the nose. Icon remains standing, though, so Drazon decides to fix that by heading to the ropes himself, lifting his leg and... SMACK!! ...nailing him with a Yakuza kick. It takes a moment for this to sink in, but once it does, the crowd goes APRICOTS! I MEAN, BANANAS!! “I doubt Kelly Connely will be kissing Max King in the near future after that Yakuza kick from Jamie Drazon,” Comet says. “Her loss. I’d kiss him that way. Aww, crap!” Riley shouts. “Just forget what I just said.” “I never pay attention when you speak anyway.” Drazon thinks about covering King, but that thought train never gets out of the station as Andrea Montgomery lands a glancing dropkick to JD’s shoulder. He turns around just as she’s getting back to her feet, and Drea lashes out with a kick. Drazon blocks it with a kick of his own, turning Montgomery around since he’s since forgotten about the last outcome this particular exchange had. Before Jamie can even bring a foot off the mat, Andrea jumps, back turned to Drazon, landing on the foot she sent the original kick with, and blasts Drazon with a back brain kick, sending the hardcore maniac to the mat. “Andrea Montgomery with a nice counter to Jamie Drazon’s kick counter. That sounded weird,” Comet says, somewhat perplexed. “That’s because you’re weird, Comet. It was a good kick, though. Too bad there’s nothing in Drazon’s brain to affect,” Riley says in his most serious tone. Montgomery gets to her feet, pleased with herself at putting Drazon on the mat, but doesn’t notice Manson creep up behind her and wrap his arms around her waist. Manson arches his back, arms secure around Andrea, knowing full well that she’d land on her feet if he lets go before the move is complete. Manson hits the mat, keeps his grip on Drea and bridges the German into a pin. ONE! TWO! T...NO!! Max King breaks up the pin with a well aimed kick to Manson’s right knee, collapsing the bridge. “Nice bridging German suplex from Manson, but King breaks it up with that sharp kick to the knee,” Comet says. “Smart thinking. Max King is proving himself to be a genius more and more,” Riley states. “But no where near Tom Flesher levels of intelligence!” Riley quickly adds. King pulls Manson to his feet, whips him into the corner and King charges after him. Manson hits chest-first, bounces out slightly, and is driven back into the turnbuckles from a Max King clothesline. The former USJL champ staggers out again, the Icon bounces off the nearby set of ropes, and nails Manson with a clothesline. King scrambles to his feet and up the ropes. Max takes a moment to pose while perched on the top buckle before leaping off, crashing down upon Manson with a splash. King rises to his feet, pulling Manson up as well, and whips the Coloradical into the ropes. The Icon bends forward, looking to back body drop Manson, but the man from Denver sees it coming and cracks Max in the face with a knee. King shoots up in pain, hands covering his already damaged grill. Manson places his shoulder against King’s stomach, wraps his arms around King’s waist, and arches backwards. “Nice northern lights suplex from Manson, not to mention that knee to the face. Max King is going to have some difficulty in tasting anything in the next few days, I’d imagine,” says Comet. “What about King’s clotheslines and the big splash from the rope? Was that just crap or something?” Riley shouts. “No, I meant no slight to Max King. It’s just that Manson now has the upper hand, so I figured I’d mention what he’d just done,” Comet says, a little anger apparent in his voice. Not wanting his knee kicked out from under him, Manson opts out of the bridge and gets to his feet. The guy behind MANSONOSITY pulls up King, attempts a whip, but Max reverses it. The Icon levels Manson with a back elbow, and Max hauls Manson up again, hitting an inverted atomic drop near the ropes. With Manson slightly dazed, King runs for the opposite set of ropes. Max bounces off, and leaps at Manson, who manages to shake off the effects of the atomic drop just in time and falls to the mat. Rather than his intended plan of hitting Manson with a high cross body block, Max King instead goes over the top rope, landing on his stomach. King slowly gets to his feet, the wind knocked from him, turns to face the ring, and crashes into the barrier around the ring. “Manson with a suicide dive that crushed Max King! I wonder if one of Max’s lungs aren’t collapsed!” Comet shouts. “Well, Manson managed to take King down, but he’s not too safe, as Jamie Drazon looks to be getting back to his feet,” Riley notes. JD is in fact back up, and upon seeing a chance for more mayhem, streaks towards the side of the ring Manson and King are located, and since Drazon is a stupid Nazi conformist, he leaps over the top, crashing into Manson just as he’s getting back on his feet. “Jamie Drazon just took out Manson with a suicide dive of his own over the top rope!” exclaims Comet. “And he also landed on Max King, that blackguard!” Riley spits with vehemence. It looks like Ralph Kramden is about to start a ten count, seeing as Andrea Montgomery, despite still laying on the mat, is the only competitor still in the ring, but he suddenly recalls that count outs are not allowed, so he stands around, looking confused. Thankfully for him, Andrea slowly gets to her feet, looks at the empty ring, then notices Manson, Max King, and Jamie Drazon in a heap on the outside. Drazon slowly gets to his feet, and succumbing to peer pressure, Andrea bounces off the set of ropes opposite the other wrestlers in the match, and heads straight for them. Andrea flies through the air, going between the top and middle ropes like a fleshy missile and collides with Drazon, her knee catching him under the chin and forcing the back of his head into the barrier. “Andrea Montgomery with a dive of her own! She just nailed Drazon, and his head cracked into that barrier pretty hard,” Comet shouts. “Very true, Comet, but I’m not sure if he was her intended target. It looked like she was going for King, too,” Riley states. “I don’t think she had a plan of who to attack, it seemed more like a ‘jump at all of them and hope for the best’ type of move,” Comet says. Kramden looks even more flustered as he wants to start the common ten count, but he knows that count outs aren’t in effect. He looks at the twisted pile of bodies, and considers asking for a magazine to read while everything gets sorted out. “With no count outs in this match, we’ve come to a screeching halt,” Comet points out. “Much like your first date with a girl, I’d imagine. What with you realizing, that, you know...” Comet implies as he has to follow the strict ‘No On Air Innuendo’ memorandum he received from Zenon. “I do not know what you are talking about, Comet. I’ve never been on a date with a girl...damn it to hell!” Riley shouts at his most recent slip-up. Being the last person to take go out of the ring and having nobody to land on her, Andrea Montgomery reaches her feet first. She strains a bit, but manages to pull Jamie Drazon up, and still holding his arm, twists it, kicks out his legs while driving the elbow of her free arm into the back of JD’s neck. “Magnolia Bloom from Montgomery! She might have taken care of Jamie Drazon for a while with that move!” Comet exclaims. “And that just goes to show how stupid Andrea Montgomery is. It takes far less effort to take care of Drazon by showing him a piece of tin foil,” Riley says. “Besides, she’s still got Manson and ‘The Icon’ Max King to worry about. I mean, did anyone even think Jamie Drazon could pull out a win in this match?” Riley asks. Andrea kips up, sees Manson beginning to stir, and she leaps on to the ring apron, apparently waiting for the Coloradiccho to rise to his feet. Though it takes several moments, Manson finally gets up, and Drea leaps off, twisting in the air, sending Manson back down with a corkscrew moonsault. “Sky twister press from Andrea! It looks like it might be down to just Andrea Montgomery and Max King! Manson and Jamie Drazon both appear to be off in dream land,” Comet says, very excited, because he’s just an easily excitable person. “Dream land? Where’s that exactly? Just past Parts Unknown?” Riley asks, intent on having his question answered. “I didn’t mean it literally, Bobby. It’s just a phrase,” Comet says with the patience of a child care worker dealing with a hyperactive, attention deficit disorder-ridden child. Andrea pushes herself away from Manson and pulls Max King to his feet. She lands two quick kicks before rolling him into the ring and then climbing in herself. Andrea casts a glance backwards, making sure that Manson and Drazon are still down, and seeing that they are, drags King to the center of the ring. “I wonder what Andrea Montgomery is planning to do to Max King. It could be anything, really. She’s got quite a repertoire of top rope moves, and she’s also got that devastating DDT she calls Done and Dusted. What do you think she’ll do, Bobby?” Comet asks. “I hope she uses the Falling Star Bomb! It’ll put you in your place. Put you in your place good,” Riley grumbles. “Actually, that would be fine with me. In fact, I’d be honored. I mean, to know that she thinks enough of the Falling Star Bomb to use it to finish this match, it’s great,” Comet says, bursting Riley’s bubble. “Yeah? Well, I bet she’d do it and then King will kick out at one. Then that would show you. Show you good,” Riley says, full of anger. Or, as I like to put it, angerfully. Yes, he said it angerfully. He’s ANGERFUL! Andrea pulls King to his feet, but the Icon nearly falls back down again. Andrea manages to catch him, and keeps him up until he can find some sense of balance, though he staggers the entire time. Content that he’s at least on his feet, Drea heads towards the ropes, and the moment she come back off the rebound, dives forward and rolls. Montgomery pops up barely a foot from King, and as she soars into the air, she grabs King by the head, his chin against her shoulder. Andrea drops to her knees, jarring King’s head. Drea keeps her hold in Max’s head and pops back to her feet, moving her hands down, hooking his arms while wrapping her left leg around King’s left. Andrea falls backwards, King unwillingly following as his head is slammed into the mat. “DONE AND DUSTED! Andrea Montgomery has this match all but wrapped up after that combination of the Tuckerman and Roll jawbreaker and the Done and Dusted DDT!” Comet screams. “No way!! It can’t happen! Kelly will do something, or maybe that dolt Drazon will get up in time. She can’t win! It’s not right!” Riley screams, perhaps louder than Comet. Andrea rolls Max on to his back and hooks his leg as Kramden drops to make the count and Jamie Drazon opens his eyes and slowly sits up, wondering where he is. ONE! Drazon, one hand on his head, rises to his feet and uses the other to catch himself before he falls down again. TWO!! Clinging to the ring apron, JD tries to pull himself into the ring as Kelly Connely shrieks at Max to kick out. THREE!!! Kramden springs to his feet and waves his hand at the timekeeper as the crowd cheers in approval. DING! DING! DING! “The winner of this match by pinfall, and the number one contender to the Intercontinental Television title, AAANDRRREAAAA MONTGOOOMERRRY!!” Funyon booms out over the audience and “Just a Girl” which has started up again. “Andrea Montgomery has won the match! She is the number one contender! Simply amazing!” Comet shouts. “Maybe, but I don’t think she’ll win the belt, especially if she’s got to face Landon Maddix. No chance for her. What do we have next, Cyclone?” Riley asks since he never bothers reading the cards for each show. “Well, next we have Brian Levy in his rookie debut taking on Justin Bowers. Then another contendership match in Austin Sly versus David Cross. That’s for the USJL title Manson was recently in possession of. After that, Dace Night and Sean Davis battle it out, then we’ve got TomFlesherversusCandaceforthecruiser,” Comet says, trying to get the fact that Flesher will be in action past Riley. “Then it’s Toxxic going up against Johnny Dangerous for the World Heavyweight title.” “Wait, what did you just say?” Riley asks, thinking he might have heard Flesher’s name. “I said, Toxxic and Johnny Dangerous for the World,” Comet says, exasperated. “Before that. You said Flesher, didn’t you?” Riley asks. Comet nods, prompting an outburst from Riley, “I knew it! You were trying to hide it from me! I want Tom now! Not those other chumps! It’s Flesher-time, dammit!!” Riley shrieks as SWF Storm fades to a commercial for Annie Eclectic-brand hosiery, specifically pitching the ‘Blagledyargyle’ style socks. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Golgo 13 0 Report post Posted August 21, 2004 "Return of the Mack" is a strange choice for funny/humiliating songs, but I was running low on ideas. And due to Zed's request for the next time I wrote one of these, I did include Nazis with melting faces... ---- Andrea comes down to the ring to Mark Morrison's "Return of the Mack" Jamie Drazon comes down to the ring to "It's Raining Men" Max King comes down to the ring to "YMCA" Manson comes down to the ring to "Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck" ::Ding Ding!:: As the competitors all look at each other, Manson instills fear in all of them, as they look into his eyes and see their own destructive end. They all see the black face of death itself. Andrea hops out of the ring, not wanting to face the awesome might of Manson. Maz King has long since bolted. He's a pussy. Jamie is the only one to stay in the ring, first frozen in his tracks, then meekly coming out to the center of the ring. Manson does the same, as Manson PUNCHES A HOLE IN DRAZON'S CHEST AND PULLS OUT HIS FUCKING HEART! JESUS CHRIST! "(Funyon) FATALITY~!" "(Riley) LOLLERCOPTER!" "(Comet) It appears JD has just fallen to MANSONOSITY POWER~!" Andrea's eyes fall out, of course, as Manson covers the corpse of JD. "ONE!" "TWOOO!" "THREEEEEE!" ::DING DING:: "(Funyon) YOUR WINNER BY FATALITY, AND NEW NUMBAH ONE CONTENDER TO THE ICTV TITLE, MMMAAAAAAAANNNNNSSSSOOOOOONNNN!" Manson celebrates his win, standing tall over the bodies of those who oppose him, as suddenly, A TROUPE OF NAZIS EMERGE FROM THE BACK! MANSON LOOKS AT THEM, CHORTLES, AND SUDDENLY THE NAZIS' FACES BOIL AND MELT! MANSON CELEBRATES HIS AWESOME POWERS OF MANSONOSITY, AS THE CROWD CLAPS AND CHANTS, OUT OF FEAR THEY'LL ALL BE SENT TO THE CORN FIELD… "(Comet) What the fuck, man…" --- Addendum: Max King was found later, having been turned into a Jack-in-the-Box. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Beingz0wningj00 Report post Posted August 21, 2004 Match or not... You must die for that. You will eat a Brutality. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
muzz 0 Report post Posted August 21, 2004 I love you Manson, I really do. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
King Cucaracha 0 Report post Posted August 21, 2004 {Word Count is your friend folks. Yep, I went considerably over...apologies for the odd looking tags and stuff, but here's my match.} *BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!* STORM!!! "YEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!" The pyrotechnics bring the fans converged on San Antonio's Alamo Dome to their feet, cheering wildly for no reason other than they can! The stage is set, the ring is erected, the spandex is on and yes...it's SWF Storm! "Hello everyone and WELCOME to SWF STOOOORRRRRM!" Cyclone Comet booms, hyped and ready to roll. "I am CYCLOOOOOOOONNEEEEEE COMET and alongside me is Robert Riley, and Robert we have a great night of action ahead of us here in the Alamo!" "First off fruitbowl, it's BOBBY Riley. And secondly...I hope we can agree to put all jokes about the Alamo aside for the duration of tonight's show. Or at least until we run out of material." "Which shouldn't take long. Anyway, a huge night in store...the Cruiserweight Title is on the line. The Eastern United States Title is resurrected tonight. Of course, Johnny Dangerous has the chance to become the World Heavyweight Champion, in probably the biggest match of his career..." "Bah!" "We have contendership matches, grudge matches and all in all a magnificent card...and what a way to kick it off. Hardcore rules Robert! Landon Maddix in action against the Straight Edger..." "Toxxic?" "No...the other one." "Spike?" "...the one with talent." "Davis?" "No, one half of the Tag Team Champions, To..." "Van Siclen?" "No...the other one." "Masked Man?" "He's not a Tag Team Champion!" "He was..." "No...it's Todd Co..." "TODD ROYAL!?! HALLELUJAH~!" "....." "PREPARE...FOR...LANDON!" ...WAAAAAHHHHH... *DUM DUM* "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" "I never thought I'd be pleased to hear that music." Comet sighs. Obviously as fired up as Comet is, or was before Riley killed his buzz, Landon Maddix bursts through the curtains as the boos pick up instantly. With his ICTV Championship belt already unstraped and raised high above his head, Maddix grins from ear to ear as Chris Card and Natasha emerge behind him. "Ladies and gentlemen, the following non title contest is scheduled for one fall and will be fought under HARDCORE RULES!" "RRAAAAAAAHHHH!" "Introducing first at this time. Being accompanied to the ring by Chris Card and Natasha, he is the SWF Intercontinental Television Champion. From Huron, South Dakota. He weighs two hundred and ten pounds... LAAAAANDOOOOOON! "LA CUCARACHA!" MAAAAAADDIIIIIIIXXXXXX!!!" Maddix again hoists his belt proudly in the air as the crowd again jeer the perrenial rule-breaker, even though they're wanting rules to be broken in the upcoming match. Card and Natasha watch on and applaud their man, as Maddix walks on down the aisle towards the ring. "No Megan Skye again." Comet says curiously. "Maybe this has something to do with that cam..." "Ah-buh-buh! We agreed not to mention that!" "But I..." "I repeat, Ah-buh-buh..." "Fine." Maddix reaches the ring and slides his title belt in and begins to climb onto the apron, but stops halfway and shakes his head for some reason. Jumping back off the apron, with the grin still plastered on his face, Maddix drops to a crouch and throws up the ring-skirt to a pop from the crowd and begins to rummage underneath the ring. A few moments pass, before Maddix finally re-emerges clutching a singapore cane in his right hand, raising it into the air with a wry smile. "And it seems Landon Maddix is ready to go hardcore tonight!" Comet exclaims. "He may have to be Comet, because I'm sure Cortez will be equally prepared for this match and all it entails." With the cane clutched firmly in his hand, Landon rolls into the ring... ...just as "Tres Delinquentes" (Rock Remix) by Delinquent Habits hits and Todd Cortez emerges through the curtains to a more favorable reaction than his opponent's, but certainly not a 'positive' one. Stopping at the top of the ramp, Cortez locks his arms in the straight edger's "X" symbol. Getting another mixed reaction, Cortez glares out towards them before removing his SWF Tag Team Championship belt and raising it above his head. "And his opponent. Hailing from 'The Streets'...he weighs in at two hundred and twenty six pounds. One half of the SWF WORLD Tag Team Champions! He is the "Urban Legend"... TOOOOOOOODD COOOOORRRRRRTEEZZZZZZZ!!!" Dropping the belt back over his shoulder, Cortez begins to stroll down the ramp. "A lot has gone down in recent weeks concerning this man." sums up Comet. "But tonight is a chance to put all of that behind him and concentrate on himself again. A win here puts him right in ICTV Title contention." Clearly not worried by the weapon in Maddix's hand, Cortez reaches the apron and leaps up to Landon's level...glaring at the youngster, who grins back nonchalantly. A stand-off ensues, until finally Maddix mouths the words "bring it on, big boy", with only the slightest hint of homo-eroticism. And Cortez promptly does, entering the ring. Suddenly Maddix charges forward and swings hurriedly with the cane, which misses the ducking Cortez and strikes the ring ropes. Maddix reacts and wheels around, but Cortez is a step ahead and boots Maddix in the gut...hard enough for him to drop the cane. "Citizen Cortez doesn't want to be in a weapons battle here..." "Not least because he doesn't HAVE a weapon." sighs Riley. "Dumbass." *DING DING DING!* Finally referee Sexton "Hardcore" Hardcastle, who had been watching the action unfold, calls for the bell. Meanwhile, Cortez has Landon backed up against the ropes and drives a knee into the gut. Another follows moments later, before Cortez pulls Landon out from the ropes. Landon breaks loose from Todd's grasp though, ducking behind him and pushing him forwards towards the corner. Hitting the turnbuckles sternum first Todd staggers back, as Landon runs past him and hits the near ropes...but gets caught, getting viciously whipped around and powerslammed to the mat! "Very nice from Cortez!" gasps Comet. "The power advantage he has tonight may be a big key to success for the Tag Team Champion." Rolling off of Maddix, Cortez balls up his fist, ready to strike. But suddenly, the singapore cane laying a few feet away from him catches his eye and he turns to go for it. That's all the opening Maddix needs though, to reach up and pull Todd over with a schoolboy roll-up... ONE! T... Quick kickout by Cortez, who rolls through to his feet. Maddix does the same and both men begin to charge, heading straight towards each other. The ICTV Champion hesitates slightly, but Cortez does not however and mows straight through Maddix with a big-time shoulder block! Maddix goes flying across the ring, with Cortez right on his tail and quick to boot him in the back of the head. On the defensive suddenly, Landon tries to roll away from danger but Cortez quickly grabs a handful of Maddix's hair, using that to drag him to his feet... "OOOOF!" ...before clubbing him across the chest with a forearm. The force sends Maddix stumbling backwards, into the ropes which inconveniently take him in and leave his arms tied up in the top and middle strands! "Well, this isn't good." Comet understates. "No shit, Sherlock." With his opponent 'temporarily occupied', Cortez contemplates his next move for all of a split-second, before moving in on Maddix and drilling him with another knee. Referee Hardcastle tries to move in and free Maddix. But Cortez is under no requirement to let him, so stands over Maddix and pounds him across the head with a series of right hands. Eight, nine and finally ten connect, all un-protectable on Landon's part. Finally Todd backs off now, allowing "Hardcore" Harcastle to wrench Maddix free from the ropes. In the meantime, Cortez looks around the ring again and finds the singapore cane...fighting back a smile, as he bends down and grabs the weapon. "YEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" Finally Maddix is free from the ropes, and stumbles out towards the centre of the ring... *THWACK!* ...where he gets lashed over the head with the cane! Maddix, already groggy from the punches, goes down easily. Cortez meanwhile drops the cane for some reason, before pulling Maddix into a 'straighter' position and dropping a knee across the forehead. Suitably happy, Cortez turns from Maddix and runs to the ropes, leaping to the middle strand and using that to shoot back with a Quebrada moonsault... ...but Maddix gets the knees up! "That may have been a mistake thought!" Comet booms. "Cortez had the match going his way, but took an early chance and paid the price." "Yeah...he should leave the flying to Landon Maddix." Holding his gut, Cortez manages to remain on his feet but clearly feels the effects of the counter. Maddix meanwhile is back up to and breaks into a sprint towards Cortez, only to run straight into a clothesline! "But Citizen Cortez right back on the offense. It'll take more than that to keep this kid down!" Rocked, Maddix gets right back to his feet but wobbles around aimlessly. Until that is he finds Cortez, or more specifically a forearm to the jaw and then one across the chest. Stopping on the spot, it seems Maddix is all out of ideas, as Cortez takes his sweet time about hitting another, harder forearm to the jaw. Down goes the ICTV Champion again, bringing a look of worry to the faces of Card and Natasha. "LANDON SUCKS! LANDON SUCKS! LANDON SUCKS!" Meanwhile, the crowd seem pretty happy about the way things are going, as Cortez waits for Maddix to get back up. Slowly he does so, stumbling back a couple of steps as he does. Todd instantly runs in and forces Landon back into the ropes, before whipping him forcefully across the ring. Hitting the ropes, Maddix tries to hang onto the top strand...but mis-times his grab and careers back, into a STIFF back elbow from Cortez! "It seems Cortez is taking out his Masked Man/Van Siclen orientated frustrations here tonight." observes Comet. "Which is bad for Landon Maddix, because you can be sure Cortez has a LOT of pent-up frustration left in him." "Well, definately. He's got the man who made him who he is today and some fruity Romanian fighting over him like two lovestruck teen drama-queens." "So, you're calling Mike Van Siclen a drama queen?" "...let's just call the action, huh?" Cortez now has Maddix back up, taking his time over moving him towards the corner. Once close enough, Cortez throws the ICTV Champion face-first into the top turnbuckle. Maddix recoils on impact and stumbles back past Cortez, who hops to the middle rope and lines up Maddix. Slowly he begins to turn around, as Todd stands tall on the middle rope and suddenly springs forward. But Landon sees Todd early out of the corner of his eye, and is ready prepared for the oncoming Cortez with a Dropsault! Cortez hits the mat hard, before Maddix hits Cortez with the 'sault' part of the move and remains in a lateral press... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Quickly Landon is back up to his feet, encouraging Todd to get up with him. The Tag Team Champion slowly begins to comply, as Maddix begins to hop impatiently from foot to foot, waiting for an opportunity to strike. Finally Cortez does get and and turns around, prompting Maddix to charge in. But yet again, Cortez has anticipated the charge and counters, this time with a Judo style arm-drag throw. "It's a good job this isn't Judo, or this one would be over!" gasps Riley. "...not to mention if it were Judo, we'd have no idea what the hoo-hah was going on." "You make it sound like you have an idea what's going on as it is." Shocked, Maddix gets back up pretty quickly, but takes a stiff palm strike, with Cortez stepping forward with the strike to add more impact. Back into the buckles staggers Maddix, as Cortez steps in and kicks him hard in the ribs...not once, or twice, but three consecutive times. Wearily Landon takes a few steps out of the corner, before dropping with a grimace to his knees... "UURRRRRRGHHHHHH!" "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" ...but raises his arm up between Cortez's legs, with as blatant of a lowblow as you're ever likely to see. Hardcastle off course doesn't call for the bell, because he's "HARDCOOORRREEE" Hardcastle...plus, there's No DQ's. Duh. "Well, just like the Submissions Match earlier in the week...Citizen Maddix takes advantage of the No Disqualification rulings and hits a blatant lowblow. And, unfortunately, there's nothing that can be done about it." As Cortez doubles over trying to regain his breath, Maddix turns away from his opponent and to Card on the floor, holding his hands out to signal that he wants something. Looking a little hesitant, Card shrugs his shoulders...but Landon makes the signal again and finally Card reacts and runs over to the timekeeper's table. Meanwhile, Todd has staggered back over towards Maddix, but takes a back elbow from "La Cucaracha", who then turns on his heels and steps behind Todd. Taking a hold of the Tag Champion's head, Maddix sits out and drives him down with So-Dak Moment... ...as Card has now got a steel chair in his hands. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" The crowd don't like what they're seeing, as Maddix gets back up and holds out his hands. Card throws the chair into the ring, with all the accuracy of an American basketball player, as the chair sails over "La Cucaracha"s head. But luckily, Cortez is still down, which allows Maddix to scamper over and take possession of the chair. Turning to Card, Landon scowls at him as Todd begins to drag himself back to his feet. "It didn't take too long for the hangers-on to become involved, eh?" sighs Comet. "Hey, it's Hardcore Rules." shrugs Riley. "If Card wanted to, he could be in the ring kicking Cortez's ass right now himself." "Phff...maybe five years ago." Slowly Todd gets back to his feet and turns... *CRACK!* ...to be met with a stiff steel chair shot... *CRACK!* ...and a second, putting Todd flat on his back! Quickly dropping the chair, Landon yells at Hardcastle as he makes a hurried cover... ONE! TWO! SHOULDERUP! "Landon seems to want this over and done with, as quickly as possibl...and there's another cover!" ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Getting slightly frustrated, Maddix grabs the chair again as he gets to his feet, opening it up and setting it in the middle of the ring. Cortez begins to get back up, helped by Maddix and dragged across towards the ropes. With a late reaction Cortez pulls his arm away from Maddix's grip and prepares to strike... ...but gets a thumb to the eye... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOO!" ...and a hard knifedge chop! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOO!" ...followed up by a second. "Stinging knifedges." observes Comet. "DAYAM~ right! They're not just there so the crowd can make stupid noises either Comet. Those suckas hurt like hell." With Cortez now winded up against the ropes, Landon pops him with a snap jab before sending Cortez off the ropes. Bypassing the chair, Todd hits the opposite ropes. Meanwhile Maddix charges forwards and towards the ropes, using that as a springboard to launch through the air with SERIOUS hang-time on a crossbody... ...which Cortez effortlessly ducks under, causing Landon to hit nothing but canvas! "Oh man! Bad Landon for landing!" gasps Riley. "Huh?" Maddix bounces off the mat like a rubber-ball, holding his ribs again as he stumbles towards Cortez. In desperation Maddix swings with a punch, but Todd ducks that and hooks up Landon for a back suplex. But at the apex of the move Cortex suddenly stops, bringing Maddix back down groin first across the back of the open chair!!!!! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH!" The crowd feel Landon's pain, as he sits crotched across the top of the chair. Meanwhile Cortez takes a moment to check his forehead for blood, finding none despite the stiff chair-shots he has taken. With that out of the way, Cortez turns back to Maddix... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOO!" ...and lashing him with a knifedge chop. "I suspect the tide of this match may have turned once more!" says Comet with gusto. "That is why Landon is looking to finish this match at the first possible opportunity." Landon teeters for a moment, but remains crotched on the chair. Meanwhile Todd backs off the ropes, coming back and hitting Maddix with a spinning heel kick...using his left leg rather than the right, so as to avoid the seat of the chair...that sends he and the chair toppling over. "KICK HIS ASS!" *clapclap* "KICK HIS ASS COR - TEZ, KICK HIS ASS!" *clapclap* "Listen to this crowd Robert! They're actually getting behind Todd Cortez here!" "Nah. They'd be chanting that whoever was in the ring." "Even you!?!" "Hey, I'm a heat machine baby!" "...COVER BY CORTEZ!" ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! This time it's Todd who's slightly peeved with "Hardcore" Hardcastle, but he decides not to act on his frustrations and instead goes after the steel chair. Quickly he grabs it, walking over to the corner and lodging the steel between the middle and top turnbuckles...before rolling out of the ring. Card and Natasha scurry off, as Cortez brushes past them and walks over to the announce table... "Oh crap..." ...and grabs the chair next to Riley, flashing a brief smile at him before turning back to the ring. "...see! Everybody loves Bobby Riley!" "Only those with male genitals...ironic that." Todd slides in with the chair, as Maddix gets back to his feet. The little Cucarachas are clearly still bothering Landon as he turns around, each step made as gingerly as possible, as he looks to move towards Cortez. Quickly Cortez adjusts the grip on his chair, stabbing forward with the weapon and driving the steel into the ribs of Maddix! The ICTV Champion doubles over, as Todd stabs the chair into the ribs a second time before dropping that weapon and irish whipping Maddix towards the corner... *CRACK!* ...backfirst into the chair propped in the corner! Back into the corner he collapses though, as Cortez picks up the second chair and moves in on Maddix. Unable to make a move out of the corner, Maddix finds the second chair being placed in between the second and top ropes in front of his chest...but finally he is able to jab Todd in the face. "Exhaustion is setting in here and this match may come down to a battle of reserve energy." Comet predicts. "Well, both guys have been smacked in the balls and smashed in the ribs...so, obviously they're not holding the oxygen that they usually would. But, I've got faith." "In?" "Todd." "You're rooting for Cortez?" "No! Todd Royal, you dolt!" "...whatever happened to that guy anyway?" "He's still here Comet. It's like people say, 'Todd is everywhere'." Back in the ring, Maddix has followed up his jab with a series more which have rocked Cortez out of the corner and towards the centre of the ring. Finally finishing up with the jabbing, Landon decides it's time for some more high impact offense and turns to grab the chair which Todd had dropped. But suddenly Cortez lunges forward, grabbing Landon around the waist and snapping back with a backdrop... FOLDING MADDIX UP LIKE A GOD-DAMN ACCORDIAN!!!! "Sweet Methusela!" gasps...well, guess who. "That may be all she wrote!" "I didn't know Methusela was a writer." "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" The crowd suddenly burst into life as Maddix remains folded up in the centre of the ring, with the lower half of his body hanging over the top at a horrific angle. Finally gravity takes over and he flops face-first to the mat. Cortez sees it and looks a little apologetic for what he had seemingly done...but only briefly, before strolling over to Maddix and cruely kicking him in the rib area. Again he drives a kick in, before casually rolling Landon onto his back with the foot and dropping a quick, sharp elbow to the gut...remaining there for a casual cover... ONE! Cortez finally hooks the leg with a 'proper' cover... TWO! THR... KICKOUT! "Somehow Citizen Maddix is still in this match, but that vicious Japanese inspired backdrop has certainly done it's damage." "Definately." Riley sighs. "He could have broken Maddix's neck with that. Danny Williams would be proud...I still can't believe he beat Tyson." "*sighs*" With the sick backdrop still affecting him, Maddix can only make it to his knees before he can get no further. Meanwhile Todd is back on his feet, preparing his next move. To the side of him lays the singapore cane from earlier, which Cortez picks up and stares at for a moment. Meanwhile Landon makes a further move to get back up, as Cortez aims the cane... *THWACK!* ...and strikes Maddix in the ribs! With a wail of pain Maddix drops to his knees, holding the body area in question. This time, Cortez doesn't make the mistake of stepping into lowblow range...staying behind Maddix... *THWACK!* ...and lashing him over the top of the head with the cane! "Maddix is taking a beating here!" Comet exclaims. "I tell ya Comet...Manson, Andrea, Drazon and King...they've all got to be watching this with huge-ass grins on their faces right now. One of them is going to get a shot at Maddix's belt and whoever that is, they'll likely have a weakened ICTV Champion on their hands." Flopping to the mat, it seems Maddix is no longer on his last legs and is now nearing his last breath. Still Cortez is weilding the cane, possibly seeing The Masked Man or Mike Van Siclen laying at his feet as his frustrations are really coming out. "HEY!" Comet suddenly yells... ...as at ringside Chris Card has grabbed a pitcher of water, carefully rolling into the ring with it. "You think that's his way of saying drink Pepsi Max?" Riley chuckles. Seeing Card weilding a potentially lethal weapon, Cortez understandably backs off from Card. But instead of going after Cortez, Card leans down beside Maddix...and tips the ice cold water over his head! The water does it's job, reviving Landon. But it doesn't miraculously cure Maddix's bad ribs, so all it really does is leave Maddix hurt and wet. *THWACK!* "YEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!" The crowd break out into cheers, as suddenly, Cortez strides over and nails Card with the cane sending him flying out of the ring, pitcher in hand. He hits the floor, as does the pitcher which smashes in front of a despairing Comet. Meanwhile in the ring Cortez drops the cane, stands over Maddix and grabs a handful of Landon's soaking wet hair, pulling him slowly to his feet... ...but the slippery hair proves costly, as Cortez looses his grip, allowing Maddix to find a burst of energy and take Cortez over with a Salto Suplex! "Counter by Maddix!" Riley yelps, leaping out of his seat. "He's ALIVE~!" "He's very much alive!" Comet exclaims. "You don't count Landon Maddix out. We saw that time and time again at Ground Zero, and we're seeing it tonight!" Having landed hard across his neck, Cortez is now looking in bad shape. But Landon is little much better, clutching his ribs, lacking the energy to capitalise on his desperation move. Card is yelling encouragement his way now, as Maddix looks around the ring for Cortez with no idea where he is. Finally finding him, Maddix summons up the strength to drop an arm over the Tag Champion... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! "It took too long for the cover to come." says Comet. "Cortez, therefore, had the time to recover." "Well, I doubt it would have been enough anyway, really. Landon didn't have the energy to get all of that move." As exhaustion is really setting in now, it's Cortez who is winning the fight to his feet...using the ropes to do so. Meanwhile Landon is rolling across the ring aimlessly, unable to find the energy to get back up, despite Card yelling at him to do so. Following the noise, Maddix turns to Card and mouths one simple word... ..."table". "YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" The crowd, seeing this on the big-screen, pop for the wood like bubble-wrap in a puppy factory...or, something...what Stevens said the other show. You know. Anyway, they pop. And Card pops too...popping into life as he flips up the ring skirt and wastes little time in pulling a table from underneath the ring. "Heeeeere we go!" Riley says, smiling broadly. "The table is out, but it may not be needed if these men can hit one big move." Cortez is now back to his feet, Maddix to his knees, as Card heaves the table onto the apron with the help of Natasha and slides it into the ring. But Maddix has to contend with Cortez first, who grabs Maddix under the throat with his right arm, in a kind of back to back chinlock. Turning into Maddix, Corez looks to drop for the Cereal Killer, but Landon suddenly spins to face Cortez's back. Hooking his arms quickly around the Tag Champion's waist, it seems Landon is looking for a backdrop of his own... ...but his ribs won't allow it, allowing Cortez to pops his hips and throw Maddix over his back. However, the ICTV Champion lands on his feet, instantly springing off the mat with the agility of a gymnast and Dropsaulting the turning Cortez in the chest! With the 'sault' landing short of Cortez, Maddix has to take a moment before dropping an arm over his opponent... ONE! TWO! SHOULDERUP! Card and Natasha exchange private words, whispering to each other to avoid the detection of a nearby camera, while Maddix glares up at Hardcastle to question the count. "There was, almost, that one big move." observes Comet. "But as we said earlier about Landon, you cannot count out Citizen Cortez." "Definately not. These two guys are part of the very best the SWF has...which why they're holding belts, obviously." "And both are just twenty years old. The future of the SWF is certainly bright and here are two reasons why." "...done putting the company over?" "For now." Both men have reached their feet by now, with Maddix by-passing Cortez and going for the table. Lifting that up with the front facing him, Maddix looks to set it up ready to use...but Cortez dropkicks the out-ward facing side of the table, sending the wood crashing back into Landon's face and sending him flying. The table doesn't land on Landon, luckily for him, but it does land close enough for Cortez to grab. Quickly he moves the table right up next to the ropes and snaps both legs open, fiddling about underneath the table to lock them...as Maddix struggles to his feet. "The table is set, which is bad news for one...or maybe both of these men!" With the table up and ready, Cortez turns back to Maddix... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOO!" ...and takes a stiff knifedge chop. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOO!" ...but retaliates in kind. Maddix stops dead from the chop, allowing Cortez to nail a big forearm before looking over his shoulder at the table. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOO!" ...leaving himself open for a Maddix knifedge! Now it's Cortez who has stopped in his tracks, as Maddix takes a step back... STOMP! "Uh-oh, time to tune up the choir!" STOMP! "It's..." STOMP! Maddix swings with Sweet Disciple Music... ...but Todd catches the foot, spinning Maddix quickly around and locking the waist for a backdrop right in front of the table! The crowd rise to their feet, knowing this would be it for sure if it hits. But Maddix knows it too and reacts, raising his knee into the jaw of Cortez! The shock and force is enough to cause Cortez to release the waistlock and check his jaw is still in place. Meanwhile Maddix scuttles off as quickly as he can, grabbing the singapore cane and swinging back wildly within an instant. *THWACK!* *THWACK!* *THWACK!* Three VILE cane shots connect over the head of Cortez, dropping him to his knees with hands clasped over his head in a vain attempt at protection. But he needn't bother, as Maddix carelessly tosses the cane aside and steps behind Cortez, pulling him to his feet before placing him in position for an Exploder Suplex. "Watch out...Maddix is looking to put Cortez through the table here!" gasps Comet, hardly able to look... Maddix heaves, but fails to lift Cortez! A second attempt fails too, with Maddix grabbing his ribs with his free hand. Quickly Cortez pops Maddix with a back elbow, getting free off the Exploder... *smack!* ...and locking on a goozle! "URBAN ASSAULT!" *smack!* "Oh! TESTICULAR ASSAULT!" Riley's call, odd as it is, is accurate as a boot to the groin blocks the Urban Assault attempt. Cortez doubles over, as Maddix has the same sense of urgency as his opponent and quickly hooks Todd up for a vertical suplex. But again, the lift fails due to his bad ribs, allowing Cortez to counter for a suplex of his own. But instead of falling back, Cortez sends Maddix forward and drops him face-first into the table! "This is a battle of desperation now." says Comet, catching his breath. "Maddix is laid out on that table, in a bad way. Cortez is in a bad way too." "And I think Chris Card hurt his hand when he fell out of the ring earlier." "...Who cares!?!" With Maddix laid out on the table, Cortez quickly drops and reaches to his side to pick up the singapore cane right next to him. No movement from Maddix gives Todd a stationary target, as he raises the cane high in the air... *THWACK!* *THWACK!* *THWACK!* *THWACK!* *THWACK!* ...before ruthlessly lashing Maddix across the chest, ribs, head...wherever he possibly can, weakening up the ICTV Champion. Now Maddix really isn't moving, flat out on the table with neck and ribs all screwed up and without the energy to move. Meanwhile, Cortez tosses the cane aside and steps out to the apron, the opposite side of the ropes from the table. He's still close enough to Maddix to reach over the ropes and nail him with a right hand. "I have no idea what Citizen Cortez is thinking here...but whatever it is, it doesn't look good." "Well, he obviously thinks he needs something big to win Comet." "He may well be right, too." Hitting another right hand, Cortez seems to be happy and takes hold of the top rope, seemingly ready to shoot up onto it... ...but before he gets chance, Natasha desperatly clings onto the ankle of the Urban Legend! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" In frustration Cortez starts to thrust and throw his leg, trying to get free of her grip...and eventually kicks her off, sending Natasha flying to the floor! Card looks shocked, and so too does Cortez to be honest, thinking it was Card he was kicking at and not the female Natasha. But his momentary regrets leave him wide open for a kick to the face from Maddix, who has suddenly found the energy to roll onto his front! "Maddix is desperate here, fighting to save himself from being crushed through the table..." "He needn't be so desperate with Card and Natasha fighting his battles on the floor for him!" Comet snaps. Another kick from Maddix rocks Cortez, almost crashing off the apron and to the floor. He manages to hang onto the top rope though, as Maddix rolls off of the table and over the back of Cortez... ...TO LOCK ON A DRAON CLUTCH! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" "Land Of Nod!" gasps Comet. "Land Of Nod...on the apron!" "Oh...this is bad! These two are hovering right over us here!" With the dragon sleeper locked in and his legs wrapped around the waist of Cortez, Maddix has the Land Of Nod locked perfectly in and it's effects are quickly evident. Cortez slumps forward into the ropes which are the only reason he and Maddix aren't falling to the concrete floor. Meanwhile Chris Card sees the perilous position his man is and positions himself underneath the two men, incase of any falls. But Cortez is determined not to fall, despite the fact Maddix is wrenching back on the head relentlessly. "Maddix is risking life and limp here with this move...if these two men fall, then Maddix is going to get crushed!" But Maddix really couldn't care it seems, as he continues to pull back with the Land Of Nod. Cortez is already looking weary in the hold, the energy being sapped from him and his heels beginning to teeter dangerously over the edge of the apron. "COR - TEZ! COR - TEZ! COR - TEZ!" "Would you listen to this crowd, getting behind Todd Cortez her..." *TAP TAP TAP TAP!* "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" "...BUT IT DOESN'T MATTER!" *DING DING DING!* Cortez taps out, unable to take the energy sapping pain any longer...and Maddix instantly releases the hold, falling from Cortez and into the waiting arms of Chris Card. Card greets him with a celebratory hug, as does Natasha who has recovered from her fall, passing the ICTV Championship belt to Maddix who thrusts it high into the air. "Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner of the match by submission... LANDON "LA CUCARACHA" ...MAAAAADDIIIIIIIXXXXXX!!!" "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Finally dropping the belt over his shoulder, the grinning Maddix nods towards the entrance...and with Card's support, begins to walk gingerly up the ramp. Meanwhile Cortez is now laid on the apron, physically spent but with enough energy to angrily pound the mat with his right hand. "What a start to the night here on Storm...and it's Landon Maddix who picks up the impressive win." Comet concedes. "A great effort from Cortez, but in the position he was in you cannot blame him for tapping out." "Definately not. And that's another victim of the Land Of Nod Comet...two in a week, Lezaire and Cortez. Who says Landon Maddix isn't capable of submission wrestling?" "Well, lets not go nuts." "Oh, lets! Landon Maddix, the ICTV Champion...the Tap-Out KING!" "..." Maddix, Card and Natasha continue to celebrate up the ramp, looking very much the happy cohesive unit as Storm cuts away from the arena... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
ChrisMWaters 0 Report post Posted August 21, 2004 Damn...seems with Andrea's match at least, I got lucky that I won. Go me. <Kelly>Good thing Chris won too...or I'd have to fire that female version of Kidman for interrupting my contracted job. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Beingz0wningj00 Report post Posted August 23, 2004 Ok Toxxic. Reading your match, there were some flaws I'd say. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Beingz0wningj00 Report post Posted August 23, 2004 Ok Toxxic. Reading your match, there were some flaws I'd say. As mentioned earlier, the pace in this battle wasn't just slow, it was rather unfluid. You go from regular moves, to working the arm, back to your normal moves, then the arm ties in weakly at the finish. The submission finish, although hinted earlier on to be the direction you were going, it was never really played through in the latter half of your match. One key moment to me is, when Johnny battles out of the Toxxic Shock Syndrome. If the arm was bothering him, that would have hurt like hell. Seems like nitpicking, but I personally think it should have been expressed more. I only got the grasp of it, when you were describing what Johnny was thinking near the end, and how he couldn't use the arm based moves... so the reader knew that, the crowd didn't. Plus with the submission, there wasn't much of a tease... so while it gets the move over, that's about all that is over there. Back to the pacing bit. Two of the faster wrestlers out there today, who's biggest thing, will go down to a finisher... IF you can hit it. My own thought here, but I think you two should have been countering each other in true cruiser fashion. I also would have dug some near falls at the end. While I do believe the arm thing could have worked, I think it should have been Toxxic's alternative route, especially if his quickness wasn't working against Dangerous. So like I said, it chopped the flow up, because neither man really was able to transition that in well. A couple of surprise rolls ups or painful submissions would definitely of had some use in there. Oh... and BOO WITH HTML!!! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
