Angel_Grace_Blue 0 Report post Posted September 4, 2004 Zed already told me that my lack of an actual finish really hurt me, but I want to post this match regardless. Yay! SWF Storm comes back from another commercial with a blast of pyrotechnics because the kids today have the attention span of...BUTTERFLY! YAY PRETTY BUTTERFLY!!! Anyway, cameras pan around the Joe Louis Arena and come to rest in front of Cyclone Comet and Bobby Riley, both oblivious that they’re back on the air, and facing each other, engaged in deep conversation. “So then I sez to Mabel, I sez...” Comet begins before his left eye moves of its own volition and focuses on the camera. “Uh...WELCOME BACK TO STORM!!” he shouts, hoping that the idiot children will forget about the lapse in professionalism. “We’ve had quite a show so far, haven’t we Robert?” Comet asks. “Indeed we have. Two thirds of Revolution Zero have been in action, as has two thirds of the Urban Empire. Todd Cortez took on Spike Jenkins and Mike Van Siclen faced Sean Davis. ACTION PACKED!” Riley screams. “Yes, very action packed, Robert. And now we’re going to take a bit of break from this Revolution Zero-Urban Empire gang war with Andrea Montgomery taking on Austin Sly. But first, I’m curious about something, Bobby,” Comet says. “Bi-curious?” Riley asks hopefully. “Sweet zombie Jesus, no! I’m curious as to what you’ve been up to since we last met for Lockdown on Monday” Comet states. “Glad you asked, Comet. I trained all this week, and I’m able to list every SWF world heavyweight champion in less than half a second. Now just listen closely...RAA!!” Riley yelps, looking pleased with himself. “Honestly, Robert, that was simply a loud yelping noise,” Comet states. Before Riley has a chance to make a rebuttal...heh, rebuttal...Funyon enters the ring, ready to make the introductions. The arena is bathed in a blue tint as a hard riff is played on an acoustic guitar. Before any more notes can be heard, a mixture of cheers and jeers drown out every other sound, including two marriage proposals, one revelation of adultery, and worst of all, three beer orders. Austin Sly steps out from behind the curtain and beings his prematch stretches at the end of the stage. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, hailing from Saint Louis, Missouri, and weighing in at two hundred, thirty pounds, AUUUSTIIIN SLY!!” Sly walks down the ramp, hops on to the apron and enters the ring via the space between the middle and top ropes. Sly stretches a bit more and turns to face the entranceway, waiting for Andrea Montgomery. The lights dim and the stage area is rocked by a blast of pyro, but one misfires, resulting in a horribly unlucky fan being engulfed in flames. Flailing his arms, he screams for help, but is ignored as he’d been talking non-stop about how bad the previous matches had been, how lame the card was, and just bad-mouthing the SWF in general, not to mention he was lamenting that Ash Ketchum is not competing any longer. A green glow encompasses the entire arena as No Doubt’s “Just a Girl” plays over the speakers. “And his opponent, coming all the way from Biloxi, Mississippi, wearing shoes no less, and weighing in at one hundred, forty-three pounds, AAANDRREAAA MONTGOMERRRY!!” Funyon booms out. Andrea steps out and poses for the fans on the entranceway before walking down the ramp. “That was a bit of a cheap shot from Funyon against Andrea Montgomery,” Comet notes. “Oh, I don’t think so. I mean, she’s from Mississippi! They only amended the part about slavery being legal in the state constitution like fifteen years ago!” Riley shouts. Montgomery apparently did not happen to hear Funyon’s jibe, and walks down the ramp, greeting fans on her way to the ring. Drea hops over the ring ropes and stares at Sly as he stares back. Nick Soapdish verifies that neither competitor has a foreign object, and calls for the bell. DING! DING! DING! Sly and Andrea circle each other, trying to find something to exploit. Andrea lashes out with a kick and connects, but Sly absorbs the blow and swings towards Drea, landing with a punch to the jaw. Andrea reels backwards then lets two quick kicks fly, both nailing Austin in the chest before Sly retaliates with a palm thrust. “Nice flurry of strikes from both Andrea Montgomery and Austin Sly. However, it looks like Andrea is landing two, maybe more, hits for each of Austin’s,” Comet notes. “Yeah, but Sly is a lot stronger than Andrea,” Riley points out. “Too true, Robert. I wish we had some kind of meter that would tell us how much longer either competitor can last,” Comet muses. “You mean like a life bar? That’s insane. Do you think this is a video game? Huh? Cause it’s not, man! It’s real life, man! It’s as real as Vietnam, man, and I lost my leg in that damn war, man!” Riley shouts. “What? You’re not old enough, and even if you were, you have both legs,” Comet says, very confused. “Well...er...I uh...whittled this leg out of a tree. See?” Riley says while pulling up the leg of his pants, revealing a very wooden leg. “I’ve got wood!” laughs Bobby. Montgomery ducks a wild swing from Sly, darts for the ropes and launches herself at Sly, knocking him down with a dropkick. Andrea gets to her feet moments prior to Sly and she sends Austin back down to the mat with a DDT. Drea gets back up, bounces off the ropes, and performs a front handspring, finishing with a phoenix splash! Drea rolls Sly over and makes a pin attempt. ONE! T...NO! Sly manages to kick out, sending Montgomery flying off of him. Austin gets to his feet, turns around and is greeted with a heel kick to the mouth. Sly staggers backwards before leaping at Andrea, catching her off-guard with a double leg takedown. Austin snakes one arm around Andrea’s right ankle and turns her over, cinching in a single leg crab. “Andrea Montgomery with a near fall from that phoenix splash, but Austin Sly has changed the pace up a bit with a crab,” Comet says. “A crab? How can you have just one crab? It must be huge!” Riley guffaws. “Breaking news, ladies and gentlemen! I’m getting word that there’s a man backstage who’s bypassed security, and from the sound of it, is trying his damnedest to get out to the ring. I’m not sure who he is or what he wants, but I hope that he’ll be stopped before he accomplishes whatever goal he’s got,” Comet says, ignoring Riley’s idiotic joke. “Hopefully he won’t be like that crazy guy who screwed up the men’s marathon. Man that guy was whacked out,” Riley says. Soapdish scrambles around Sly to look Andrea in the face and see is she’ll submit, but Drea waves him off. Andrea doesn’t even think about trying to crawl to the ropes as she knows Sly is far too strong for her, so she instead attempts to wriggle free somehow. Andrea moves towards Sly, using her hands to support herself. Drea reaches back, grabs Sly by the leg and pulls, sending both to the mat. Andrea quickly gets back up, having locked Sly in a sharpshooter. “Nice technical display from Andrea Montgomery, reversing that single leg crab into a sharpshooter!” Comet shills. “There’s no way she’ll be able to get the win with it, though. Sly’s pretty strong for a cruiser. Plus, it looks like he’s aiming to reverse that sharpshooter into something of his own,” Riley states. Riley speaks correctly, as Sly twists his body, reaches for Andrea’s legs, and pulls her down. Austin rolls through and locks on a Buffalo Sleeper! Andrea flails her limbs desperately, trying to escape. Being as it is still very early in the match, Andrea manages to rise to her feet and jumps up. Drea body scissors Sly and sends him to the mat. In the tangle of limbs, Andrea manages to lock in an Indian Deathlock, while somewhere, Rob Scott weeps. “Nice counter from Sly into that Buffalo Sleeper, but Andrea Montgomery, also knowledgeable in the technical aspect, counters his counter with an Indian Deathlock!” Comet shouts. “No doubt the Indian Deathlock is dangerous, but Austin Sly should manage to break free of it. I mean, he was trained by NTD! He’s a legend!” Riley screams. Sly writhes in pain, but keeps his bearings enough to notice an opportunity. He manages to roll over and apply a Gedo Clutch! Soapdish lunges to the mat to make the count. ONE! TWO! T...NO! Andrea manages to get a shoulder up! Sly pushes Andrea away and steps back to catch his breath. Andrea slowly gets to her feet, but Sly rushes her and drops her to the mat with a double arm DDT. Austin keeps his hands locked on Montgomery’s arms, rises to his feet, turns, and sends Andrea to the mat with a backslide pin! ONE! TWO! TH...NO! Andrea manages yet another kick out. Sly gets to his feet, lifts Andrea up and sends her into the ropes. Drea bounces back and leaps over a bent double Sly, who was possibly looking for a back body drop. Andrea dashes for the opposite set of ropes, bounces off and waistlocks Sly. Austin runs forward, hits the ropes chest-first and Andrea goes for a roll up, but Sly rolls through before Soapdish can make a one-count. Andrea rolls again, putting her in position to pin Sly. Austin rolls forward, but halfway through, Andrea rolls backwards. The rollings stops here with a yelp of pain from Sly, as Andrea has managed to apply a figure four leglock! “Andrea with the figure four after that exchange of roll ups,” Comet says. “Come on, Austin, reverse it! Counter it with something, anything! Don’t let that wench get the better of you!” Riley shouts. Sly lays down to alleviate the pressure, but the remembers that his shoulders are touching the mat and sits up before Soapdish has a chance to count the pin. Sly shifts his weight and rolls over, putting the pressure on Andrea’s legs instead. Before he has a chance to take advantage of the situation, Andrea keeps rolling, putting Austin back in his original position. Austin rolls over again, but Andrea rolls yet another time, not noticing that they were at the edge of the ring after Sly’s latest roll. Andrea and Austin, locked together, fall off the mat, but they both grab the bottom rope and pull themselves back into the ring. Sly rolls in the other direction and puts his hands on the mat, stopping Andrea from turning Sly over. “Wow, that was quite an exchange of reversals. That part where they went out of the ring was incredible!” Comet says. “And now Austin Sly has Andrea Montgomery trapped in that inverted figure four, and I think it will be a short time until Andrea taps out,” Riley says confidently. Andrea pushes herself off the mat and with a mighty heave, rolls over, putting Sly on his back. Sly leans forward, grabs Andrea’s legs and pulls, trying to free himself from the leglock. Drea reaches forward, grabs Sly around the head and rolls backwards, pulling Sly with her. The two cruisers continue to roll, ultimately bouncing off the ropes and rolling in the opposite direction. Friction comes into play, though, and they come to a stop in the middle of the ring, Andrea locked in a grounded octopus hold! Andrea thrashes her arms and legs, trying to find some form of escape. Andrea reaches out with her free hand, grabs Sly’s arm, and shifts her weight, trapping Austin in the Strangle Hold Alpha! “Strangle Hold Alpha out of that grounded octopus hold! Amazing display of technical genius from these two. Just incredible,” Comet says in awe. “Sure, whatever. COME ON AUSTIN! SHE’S A GIRL! A GIRL!!” Riley screams in an attempt to encourage Sly. Soapdish stares at Sly, asking if he’ll submit. Austin shakes his head and in desperation, manages to roll Andrea up in a small package! Nick Soapdish darts over to make the count. ONE! TWO! THRE...NO!! Andrea manages to kick out. She and Austin both rise very slowly, tired after their many exchanges, counters, and reversals, to a huge applause from the crowd for the wrestling clinic they just put on. Austin barely acknowledges the fans, but Andrea makes great efforts to bow with a great flourish to each side of the ring. Austin runs at Montgomery, but she catches him out of the corner of her eye, leaps, and nails Sly with a heel kick to the jaw. Andrea knocks Sly down with another jumping heel kick and capitalizes with a front flip senton. Andrea hooks Austin’s leg and Soapdish drops to make the count. ONE! TWO! T...NO! Sly gets a shoulder up. Andrea pulls Austin up, and it looks like she wants to end the match as she whips Sly to the ropes. Drea heads for the opposite set, bounces off and drops into a forward roll. Montgomery pops up, snakes her arms around Austin’s head, cradles his jaw against her shoulder, and falls to her knees, knocking Austin Sly senseless with the Tuckerman and Roll! “Tuckerman and Roll from Andrea Montgomery! That usually sets up the Done and Dusted, and if Andrea Montgomery can hit that on Austin Sly, she’ll have this match all but wrapped up!” Comet exclaims. “No way! She can’t! She’s a GIRL!!” Riley shouts in protest. Andrea pulls Sly to his feet, places her left leg behind Sly’s left, then snakes it back around to complete the double grapevine. Andrea attempts to hook Austin’s arms, but Sly grabs Andrea by the wrists. Andrea manages to free herself from Sly’s decidedly non-Kung Fu grip, and finally manages to get control of both of Austin’s arms. Andrea looks around at the crowd, then... BOOM!!! A huge explosion rocks the entire Joe Louis Arena and a blue glow covers everything. Faint at first, but slowly growing louder, unidentifiable music can be heard over the sound system, before vaguely familiar lyrics can be heard. MY NAAAME IS KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIID!!! KID COOOOOOOOOOOOLS!!!!!!!!!! The crowd freaks out, screaming for the return of everyone’s favorite Anytownian, Kid Cools! The lyrics and accompanying SWF-Tron video starts up, nearly everybody singing along. Hot digga dog, dig-a dig dig dog, hot digga dog, dig-a dig dig dog! Hot diggy dog, digga dig dog, hot digga dog diggy dog dig-a dog! Digga dog dig dig-a dog! Hot diggy dog, digga dig dog, hot dig-a dog! The lyrics and video plays through, but Kid Cools is curiously absent from the stage. Everyone in the arena, fans, Riley and Comet, even Austin Sly, Andrea Montgomery, and referee Nick Soapdish have their eyes locked on the stage, with a few glances around the rest of the arena in case KC should decide to take an alternate route. As the lyrics and video play through for second time, Kid Cools, breathing heavily, steps out from behind the curtain. The song stops abruptly, but he signals for it to keep playing while he regains his breath. “Hollow fins! Kid Cools shore apricot all the ladders Kid Cools got when Kid Cools heart salamander in Jill!” Cools shouts. “What the hell did he just say, Comet? You’re insane, you should know what he means,” Riley says. “It’s simple. He said that he appreciated the letters he got after he hurt his shoulder in the JL. Remember when Tokyo X threw him over the top rope after that Zero Gravity match?” Comet asks. “No. Like I followed the JL after I left it,” Riley says. “Bat that not why Kid Cools ham. Kid Cools sheen Andrea Montgomery end Austin Sly arrest math. Kid Cools lick both Andrea Montgomery in Austin Sly, so Kid Cools half idea! Kid Cools rash to arena and ask Andrea Montgomery and Austin Sly if booth want come to praking lot to for eat hat dougs!” Cools shouts to an explosion of applause from the fans. “What was that, Comet?” Riley asks. “He said he’s not here because of the letters. He saw Andrea and Austin were going to have a match, and he likes both of them, so he came to the arena to ask them if they want to go to the parking lot and eat some hot dogs with him,” Comet translates. “That so stupid. Only an idiot would go for it,” Riley says. Andrea Montgomery and Austin Sly appear to be in deep deliberation over this idea. After several minutes of discussion, during which a “EAT HOT DOGS!” chant broke out, they break out of their huddle, apparently with a decision for Kid Cools. Funyon tosses a microphone into the ring and it’s caught by Andrea. “I’ll tell you what, Kid Cools...LET’S EAT SOME HOT DOGS!!” Andrea says to another eruption of applause from the fans. Andrea and Austin exit the ring and walk up the ramp as Kid Cools begins walking down the ramp to greet them, a huge smile plastered on his face. “Well, Robert, what do you have to say now? You just said that anyone who accepted Kid Cools’ offer was a moron. Is Austin Sly a moron?” Comet asks. “No way! He’s confused! Andrea Montgomery cut off his oxygen supply, so he’s not thinking straight! Or Thoth finally installed a skull radio, and it’s in Sly’s head!” Riley shouts, trying to think of other excuses. Just as Andrea, Austin, and Kid Cools are about to head back up the ramp, yet another explosion of pyrotechnics goes off, accompanied by a wall of fire at the base of the stage! “Hate Me Now” by Nas starts up, and this time only a handful of truly old school IGNWF fans know who’s going to make an appearance. “Robert, is that who I think it is?” Comet asks. “IT’S JAYSON GRANT!!” Riley screams. Riley’s statement rings true, as the original commissioner of the IGNWF, Jayson Grant, steps out, microphone firmly clenched in his ringed hand. “Now lissen up, yo! I’s be Jayson Grant, me hommies, and I’s gots an intrest in what be ‘appenin’ in da ring and outside it, ya heard? An’ I’s don’t much like you goin’ out to be eatin’ no ‘ot dogs when you’s should be ‘avin’ a match. Booyakasha!” Jayson shouts. “New, Jayson, held one. We just won’t ate hawt dags! Notting rot with them,” Kid Cools appeals. “You jus’ ‘old on, mate. Now, I is ready to break out wif da ass kickin’ if’n you don’t get outta ‘ere an’ if’n you two don’ go back to da ring and finish da match. Booyakasha!” Jayson shouts again. Andrea Montgomery, Austin Sly, and Kid Cools huddle together, discussing what their options are. After a minute, they come to a decision and turn to face Grant. “Mister Grant, I know you’ve been a long-standing member of this federation, you were the cornerstone of it’s creation, actually,” Montgomery begins. “That’s why...we are so sorry we have to do this...” Andrea says. Cools, Sly, and Montgomery rush Grant, who snaps out with a kick that misses Sly by at least a foot...heh, the kick missed by a foot...and is taken down with a pumphandle exploder from Kid Cools! He lifts Grant up, cinches in a front facelock and hooks Grant’s right leg. The crowd goes wild, screaming “MUNCH CRUNCH! MUNCH CRUNCH! MUNCH CRUNCH!” as KC looks around before hefting Jayson off his feet and slamming him back down just as quickly with a fisherman’s buster! “Kid Cools has just decimated Jayson Grant with the Munch Crunch!!” Comet shouts. “What do you mean decimated? Doesn’t that have to do with the decimal system?” Riley inquires. The damage done to what appears to be their only obstruction, Andrea Montgomery, Austin Sly, and Kid Cools leave Jayson Grant on the stage and walk backstage, heading for the parking lot, and hot dogs. Sweet, glorious hot dogs. Storm fades out to a commercial for NEMESIS! MAGICAL KANAN! GWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
jesse_ewiak 0 Report post Posted September 4, 2004 Um, I pretty much know why I lost, but triple threats bah. :-) However, if you want to make any comments/suggesions/flames/suspensions, go ahead :-) Cue up the signs and screaming crowds as we come back from commercial, as the sold out crowd in St. Louis comes alive. “Welcome back citizens to S…W…F STOOOOOOOOOORM~!” cries Comet as the hard nu-metal rock goes over to speakers. “It is I, CYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYCLONE COMET!, and alongside as always is the Robin to my Batman, Bobby Riley!” “Look, just because you found that outf - I mean, why must you always call me my sidekick?” replies Riley. “I’m an equal member of this broadcast team.” “OK, OK, Robert. You’re the Green Arrow to my Green Lantern.” “That’s just so much better.” “Anyway, it looks like Citizen Funyon is ready to announce the competitors of this match.” Debonair as always, Funyon looks out to the crowd as it settles down, “The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a triple threat match for the USJL CHAMPIONSHIP!” Small title match pop as the lights go down a little. “Introducing the first challenger…” Crystal Method’s “Name of the Game” begins to pulse through the sound system as a blistering-fast video package races across the Smarkstron. Images of Levy flying across, around, and out of the ring are interspersed with black-and-white footage of Levy leaning against a brick wall, one foot braced against it, strumming away on an electric guitar… “…standing at a weight of 233 pounds, from somewhere in the Maryland suburbs…”THE POET” BRYYYYYYYAN LEVY!” The music swells and drops off – Mutha’fucka – **BAM** White pyro explodes all along the entrance ramp, heralding Levy’s entrance through the curtains at the top. Levy takes his time getting to the ring, usually stopping to play to the crowd in some fashion. The Poet slides into the ring and rises in the center, cueing four jets of white pyro from the ring posts up to the rafters – Levy stands with his hands in his pockets, smirking out at the audience and waiting for the arrival of his opponent. “Next up…” *BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!* The hard bass line strikes of Muse’s ‘Hyper Music’ signal the entrance of the one and only Ace Lezaire, striding out form behind the curtain with a cocky grin on his dial. He stands at the top of the stage, raising his arms to the heavens, thanking them for his looks and talent as… *BOOM!* “…from Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada, at a weight of 234 pounds, he is “THE SOVERIGEN OF SWAAAAAGER” AAAAAAAAAACE LEZAIRE!” …Two tall bursts of pyro explode either side of him, before the Prodigy heads to the ring, waving to the fans graciously as they boo the hell out of him. “And finally…” Cue the creepy beginning to 'Back on Earth' by OZZY~ as David walks out to the ring, focused on the ring as the crowd cheers and the small bit of pyro goes of behind him and the crowd cheers as Cross has the title belt over his shoulder. Cross enters the ring, absentmindedly slapping hands. “…from Oil City, Pennsylvania, weighting 277 pounds, he is the REIGNING USJL CHAMPION, “THE FAAAAAAAAALEN ANGEL” DAAAAAAAAAAVID CROSS!” Cross takes off his leather and cross, and sets them aside, looking at his two opponents in the ring. ”Citizen Lezaire has been in a bit of a slump, while Citizen Levy is a newcomer to the SWF. Also, Citizen Cross had a very impressive win versus Candace last week after defeating Vladimir Everheart for the USJL title last week.” says Comet as Lezaire with a smirk on his feet points to the other two men in the ring and motions them to go ahead. “While, Cross and Levy have both been on rolls the past few weeks, while Lezaire has unfortunately been spinning his wheels,” says Riley. “If Lezaire wins here, he can get back his momentum, while both Cross and Levy would just keep their momentum going.” Levy simply shrugs and goes to lockup with Cross, who obliges. The Fallen Angel gets the quick advantage by locking on a headlock on Levy, but The Poet quickly escapes the hold and locks on a hammerlock for a moment, before Cross throws an elbow to knock off Levy. Bryan backs off as Cross turns around, only to get nailed by a quick leg strike, followed by another one knocking Cross back. Levy then throws a big dropkick truly stunning Cross, then The Poet nails a quick strike to the gut and knocks Cross down to the mat with a jawbreaker as the fans pop loudly! “Citizen Levy is starting off strong ladies and gentlemen, and Citizen Lezaire is just hanging back,” notes Comet as Levy does a little shadowboxing as Ace begins to move in. “Ah, now he moves in.” “Smart move, let the speed freak beat up on the goof, and move in for the kill,” replies Riley. “Ace is no dummy Comet, he knows what he is doing.” “I realize that Robert, I know Citizen Lezaire is an accomplished wrestler.” says Comet. “I’m no dummy either Robert.” Cross gets back up to the mat, only to be nailed by an open handed slap by Ace! As Cross just shrugs off the slap, Ace eyes go wide realizing that Cross isn’t as stunned as he thought, and is nailed by a quick forearm by The Fallen Angel! Cross goes for more, but is nailed from behind as Levy comes out of nowhere with a Springboard Dropkick from behind! As Ace simply backs away, Levy then takes a few steps back and drops on the champion with a running kneedrop while the fans cheer the newcomer again! But as Levy gets up to play to the ground, Ace sees his moment and comes out of his corner and drills The Poet with a jumping heel kick knocking Levy back a few steps and stunning him for a moment. That moment is enough for Lezaire to follow up with a spinning back kick knocking Levy down and out! “Citizen Lezaire is picking and choosing his moments, and keeping both Levy and off guard by attacking both men,” says Comet as Ace delivers a few quick stomps on Levy. “He obviously has a gameplan and it’s working.” “Well, Levy wouldn’t know a plan beyond making a crowd cheer like sheep, and Cross like I said is just a big goof who had the good fortune to face a guy on his last night on the main roster and friggin’ Candace,” replies Riley as Ace backs away and throws his hands up, playing to the booing crowd. However, as Lezaire does that he turns around and walks straight into The Fallen Angel’s chest, who is up and not ever happy. He throws a few nasty forearms at Ace as Lezaire tries to escape. Then, David tosses Ace into the ropes and Canada’s Greatest Hope eats a big size seventeen from Cross! Pulling Ace up, Cross continues the punishment by hooking the smaller Lezaire into a headlock, and driving Ace’s face right into the mat with a jumping bulldog. As the crowd cheers, Cross picks up Lezaire again who is feeling the effects of the string of moves and lets The Fallen Angel get him into a gutwrench and suplex him directly on to the mat causing the crowd to just cheer louder. Levy at the this point is up, and walks over to Ace to give out even more punishment, but Cross stops him and the two huddle up for a moment as Lezaire struggles to get up. “Citizen Cross has completely taken over this match and now, he and Citizen Levy are making some sort of plan or pact,” says Comet as Levy goes to the corner near Ace as Cross measures him up. “The two seem to be working together for the moment.” “Well, alliances and such never last in triple threat matches,” replies Riley. “It’s every man for himself, because the first pin wins it. Plus, Levy will want to try some flippity-floppity maneuver and Lezaire will take him out.” “You seem oddly confident of a man who is barely getting to his feet.” “I have more confidence in him than I do the big goof and a guy who’s probably a charter member of Date Rapers Across Am -” “ROBERT!” “Hey, remember, you’re the play by play, I’m the color,” says Riley as Cross peppers Ace with a few more forearms. “So, I’m going to provide some damn color.” “Bobb-o, the words FCC Violation are coming to mind.” As Riley muses over possible fines and suspensions, Cross delivers a quick kick to the gut and makes a high sign to Levy. As he does that, The Poet does his own playing to the crowd as The Fallen Angel delivers a nasty knee directly into the temple of Lezaire. But, instead of finishing the sequence, Cross simply lets Ace stand stunned and a bit glazed over as Levy does a springboard and delivers a… “…DANGEROUS SPRINGBOARD DIAMOND CUTTER!” screams Comet as the fans explode with spot-fu glee as their hero goes for the pin… …ONE… …TWO… …TH - CROSS KICKS LEVY OFF! “Here we go,” muses Riley as Levy immediately gets up and all in The Fallen Angel’s face. Not the best maneuver as Cross pushes Levy into the corner and then simply moves over to Ace, grabs Lezaire and sends him to the outside! As the fans cheer the tossing of the proverbial trash in their eyes, Cross turns around only to see a rushing Bryan Levy jump and knocks him into the corner with a shining wizard! Cross stumbles back over to the corner, only for The Poet to come right at him again and take him back to the mat with a hurricanrana! Both men quickly get to their feet, Levy getting back up much quicker than the larger Fallen Angel. Meanwhile, on the outside, Lezaire is still dead to the word but slowly rising to his feet, while Levy delivers a few kicks/leg strikes right to chest and gut of one David Cross! Bryan then finishes his flourish by using David’s weight against him and using his and The Fallen Angel’s momentum, and crashing Cross to the mat with a over-the-shoulder judo throw, also known as an IPPON SEIONAGE! “Citizen Levy right now is showing behind all the flash and dash, he is a very skilled and very able wrestler who can go far here in the SWF,” Comet says as the crowd cheers the man from Maryland. “But, I do believe neither Citizen Lezaire or Cross will let this brash rookie take them down easily.” “Geez, you think Comet?” asks Riley with just a bit of biting sarcasam in his voice. “Every single wrestler in the SWF, besides maybe Candace and GORO wants to win and move up the ladder. So yeah, Cross and Lezaire are not out of this as of yet, as much as may want the goof to be down and out so Ace can stretch Kibigami‘s pet student.” “You do realize he might come back to just to Demonstar you for that comment?” “Er, um, I mean -” “Just kidding, Robert. You’re so funny when you’re scared for your life.” As sort of a final coup de grace, Levy backs up, races and dives over to the top rope onto Ace! Only one small problem… “…LEZAIRE MOVES! LEZAIRE MOVES! CITIZEN LEVY JUST CRASHED OUT ON TO THE HARD CONCRETE FLOOR” “Jesus, get a hold of yourself. He’s not dead…I think.” So, to recap, Cross is recovering in the ring, Levy just knocked himself out on the concrete and oh yeah, Ace had a cocky grin and the Joe Louis arena crowd booing their head off at him as he stomps the shit out of Levy on the outside! Referee Anthony Michael Hall tries to attempt to get some semblance of order, but it doesn’t quite work as Lezaire just picks up Levy and BITCHSLAP TO THE FLOOR~! “Well, maybe that will wake the little punk up that he’s in the big time now,” says Riley. “Now, some move with eighty-seven rotations and a flip won’t get you anything but a visit to the ICU.” “You enjoy this?” asks Comet as the crowd continues to boo. “Oh, look at who I’m asking. Of course you do.” “Violence and blood, two of my favorite things.” Comet again just sighs as Ace stomps The Poet one more time, then rolls in the ring as Cross gets up. The Fallen Angel moves to go after Lezaire, but Ace is ready and while Hall is making sure Levy is still moving, pokes Cross in the eye. With the momentum still in his favor, Lezaire then bounces off the near ropes and drills Cross as Lezaire rotates with a Running Cyclone Elbow! As The Fallen Angel wobbles, Lezaire goes off the near ropes again and delivers a big DROPSAULT knocking Cross down to the mat. Sensing this may be his moment, Lezaire runs, jumps once, twice, and flies through the air, backflips, and lands directly on The Fallen Angel’s chest with a… “…TRIPLE JUMP MOONSAULT BY LEZAIRE!” screams Comet as Hall counts… …ONE... …TWO... …TH - KICKOUT AS THE CROWD EXPLODES! “Citizen Cross is still in this thing,” says Comet as Ace points a finger at the referee, who simply raises two of his own. “He has been battered and beaten by both of his opponents, but simply refuses to stay down.” “Ace hasn’t exactly been walking through daisies either Comet,” replies Riley. “But he’s enough of a fighter to stand up and beat both men on his own.” As Riley says that, the crowd pops a little as Levy finally rises to his feet, shaking the proverbial cobwebs. “I’d point out Citizen Lezaire got lucky that Citizen Levy took to the air, but I’d doubt that would make much of a point in your deluded world. After all, you probably don‘t even notice Levy is up and getting his bearings back.” “You’re probably right, Comet,” says Riley. “But it’s such a nice world I live in.” “Plenty of Tom Flesher posters?” “Exac - I mean, can’t you leave a man in peace Comet?” asks Riley. “As for Levy, he’ll see everything is under control and let Canada’s Greatest Hope pick up the win.” “Somehow, I doubt that will happen.” Ace, just a bit frustrated, kicks Cross directly in the gut a few times, then picks up and with a florish, gets him in position, and takes him right down to the mat with a STO! While the crowd booes, Ace simply threads one arm, grabs David’s head and adds the body scissors to complete the Chickenwing Facelock! Levy looks on with amusement on his face as he slaps the mat a few times. But, Cross is a big boy and slowly begins the job of trying to escape the hold dragging the two hundred and thrity five pound frame to the ropes and Lezaire tries to rear back on the facelock to no avail. Cross, already close to the ropes, moves quickly when Lezaire try to reposition himself and grabs the middle rope! After nearly waiting the entire five count, Lezaire breaks with a not too happy look on his face and with a glare for Levy. “Way too soon to try for a submission,” says Riley. “Cross may be worn down a bit, and tired, but you’re not going to get the goof to quit while he thinks he still has a chance to get to the ropes. Bring him to the middle of the ring, lock on something and get the bastard to tap out.” “Well Bobb-o, I think neither Citizen Cross nor Levy will just lie down and let that happen. They’re both fighters.” “Just because the sheep cheer for them, doesn’t mean they’re heroes Comet,” replies Riley. “I could say the right things, and get these idiots to cheer my ass, but why would I want that?” Back in the ring, Lezaire nails Cross with a quick kick to the gut before taking the USJL champ back down to the mat after grabbing a the big right arm of Cross, and spinning it into the Regal-style neckbreaker! The move causes Cross to fall near the middle of the ring, while Levy, avoiding contact, slaps the mat again. While the crowd continues to boo, Ace simply sneers and grabs a leg, steps over and then bends down…completing the CROSS STF as the fans really lay into him now! As Lezaire rears back on the hold, Levy really gets into the role of pseudo-partner, slapping the mat as the crowd begins to chant… “LET’S GO DAVID, LET’S GO!” “LET’S GO DAVID, LET’S GO!” “LET’S GO DAVID, LET’S GO!” “LET’S GO DAVID, LET’S GO!” “LET’S GO DAVID, LET’S GO!” “LET’S GO DAVID, LET’S GO!” “Oh. My. God.” says Riley, almost in shock. “The kid hasn’t burnt all his brain cells out. He’s a genius!” “What are you talking about, Robert?” asks Comet as the crowd continues its chanting and Cross tries to get to the ropes to no effect. “Look, Levy is playing this perfect,” says Riley. “The idiots in the crowd have completely forgotten that Levy could break this hold any time he wants to. But he isn’t. He’s just laying back, waiting to steal the kill.” “Are you implying Citizen Levy wants Citizen Cross to lose?” “Well, of course he does. But he wants to win, so that’s a flaw in his plan.” “A flaw?” “Well, it’s obvious Ace is back on the comeback trail and is going to win the USJL title.” “LET’S GO DAVID, LET’S GO!” “LET’S GO DAVID, LET’S GO!” “LET’S GO DAVID, LET’S GO!” “LET’S GO DAVID, LET’S GO!” “LET’S GO DAVID, LET’S GO!” “LET’S GO DAVID, LET’S GO!” As Riley makes his predictions, Cross tries to get closer to the ring to no effect, simply getting kept in the middle of the ring by Lezaire, who has a big grin on his face as he pulls back even more. Levy continues to try to get the crowd to chant, and clap and such as he keeps a small smirk on his face. In the ring, Cross is attempting to fight, but fading. Lezaire just cranks back more and more, his grin plastered on as Hall asks Cross if he wants to quit. Cross shakes his head empathically no, but it’s obvious he’s losing strength. Lezaire locks on the hold even tighter as Hall looks at Levy, as if to say, “what are you doing?” Levy just points to his head as Ace calls Hall back over and tells him to check on Cross. Hall asks, but gets no answer. So, he grabs The Fallen Angel’s arm and raises it, before dropping…. “LET’S GO DAVID, LET’S GO!” “LET’S GO DAVID, LET’S GO!” …and it falls to the mat for the first time! As the crowd cheers even louder, Hall raises the champion’s arm again and… “LET’S GO DAVID, LET’S GO!” “LET’S GO DAVID, LET’S GO!” …it falls again, limp as the crowd chants even louder. But, as Hall raises the arm one last time, Levy sees his opening, runs, and… “…CITIZEN LEVY BROKE UP THE HOLD!” screams Comet as Levy dropkicks Cross free as Lezaire spirals to the ground! The Poet then runs to the other side of the ring, and does a quick jump to the floor as the crowd cheers! Lezaire, after stomping his feet for a moment, picks up Cross, hooks him in the ¾ nelson and drops him to them at with an ACE CRUSHER as Hall counts and Levy scrambles to the top rope… …ONE while Levy sets himself… …TWO as Levy jumps… …THRE - LEVY CRASHES DOWN ON TOP OF LEZAIRE AS THE CROWD GOES MAD! “For the second time in just seconds, Citizen Levy has just cost Ace this match which you have to think Citizen Lezaire thought he had won,” says Comet as all three men lay on the ground, in various states of consciousness. “Well, he should’ve won. Cross has been KO’d for the last minute or so, but Levy has to keep on sticking his nose in Lezaire’s business just because he has some plan,” replies Riley while Ace rises to his feet, using the ropes for leverage. “Robert, all three men are in this match!” “But only Ace deserves to win.” “You’re so biased you make Sean Hannity looks balanced,” notes a droll Comet as Levy gets to his feet as the two challengers face off as Cross is still out like a light. “I take that as a compliment.” “You would.” Levy and Ace immediately go after each other, Ace with an attempted jab, but Levy blocks and attempts a quick leg strike, only to be grabbed and blocked by Ace! The two fighters back off, before trying again, this time Bryan fires first, only for Ace to get a hand up, but Levy then ducks under an attempted hook kick by Lezaire, only for Ace to then block his strike, and for Lezaire to finally connect with a jab! Then, another one, and another one as the crowd booes, and Lezaire tries for the Discus Punch, only for Levy to duck under and quickly take Lezaire up and over with Ippon Seionage as the crowd goes wild! Cross finally starts to awaken, with The Fallen Angel using the ropes to steady himself as Levy continues his assault as Lezaire gets up with another leg strike to the rib, then Levy goes to the near ropes as Lezaire is stunned, and drives him to the mat with a nasty SPRINGBOARD DIVING DROPKICK! Then, while the crowd cheers and The Fallen Angel stands to his full height, The Poet locks on a waistlock and falls back into a neck-destroying… “…ACID GERMAN BY LEVY!” screams Comet as Levy begins the Toyota Roll into the pin as Hall counts… …ONE… …TWO… …THRE - CROSS NAILS A BOOT TO THE PINNING PREDICAMENT! Levy gets up first, and immediately goes over to Cross and receives a soupbone to the forehead, knocking him back as the crowd roars! Levy simply throws on a smile and does the quick ‘bring it’ motion and the two fan favorites locks up, and battle for position, only for Ace Lezaire to recover just a few moments later and nail the first man he sees with a low blow! The man was Levy who collapses to the mat as the crowd erupts in a mixed pop that just grows larger as Lezaire motions to Cross about a move, and Cross simply nods. Ad the fans buzz, Cross picks up the lighter Levy, and delivers a sharp knee to the head to weaken him further. Then, he picks up The Poet again, and sets him on top of his shoulders in a Electric Chair position. Then, as the fans buzz become noise and cheers and jeers, Lezaire frames up the picture, then makes the OK signal to Cross. The Fallen Angel falls forward into Lezaire as The Sovereign of Swagger grabs Levy as he falls and delivers a nasty, nasty… “…ACE CRUSHER BY LEZAIRE!” screams Comet as the crowd erupts. “I don’t know what you would call that double-team move, but -” “I’ll tell you what you’d call it. Damn effective,” says Riley as Cross backs away while Lezaire rises to his feet in ecstasy and joy. “It might’ve just knocked Levy out of the picture.” “I think as well Robert, that Citizen Levy may have just been given his own requiem for this match.” “Overly dramatic much?” “It comes with the territory,” replies Riley. “Unless you want to stop screaming peoples signature moves and stop sending my doctor to the Bahamas due to my bills.” As Lezaire turns around, his smile turns to fear as he sees The Fallen Angel’s boot coming his way and landing directly in his solar plexus. Then, as the crowd cheers, Cross grabs Ace by the throat as he attempts to fight off Cross with a few errant elbows, but to no effect, as David picks Lezaire straight up in the air, then slams him to the mat with a mighty CHOKE SLAM! The hits just keep on coming as Levy gets to his feet, and tries to pull a last-ditch effort by going to the ring apron as Cross choke slams Lezaire. As Cross turns around after the move, Levy launches himself at Cross with a springboard rana, but a slight problem makes it self known… “…CROSS CATCHES LEVY!” screams Comet as the crowd really gets even louder as The Fallen Angel picks up Levy. “You don’t think?” asks Riley as Cross begins to walk over to the ropes. “Oh, I think at this point, he very well could,” says Comet. “Remember, he saw Levy just watch him get stretched out earlier.” Then, as some flashbulbs go off as Cross gets to the rope, The Fallen Angel pulls Levy up into the heaven…and then casts him into hell! *CRASH* “HOLY SHIT!” “HOLY SHIT!” “HOLY SHIT!” “Citizen Cross just power bombed Levy from the ring apron to the outside.” says Comet matter-of-factly as Cross simply looks at Levy for a moment, then turns to Lezaire who is getting to his feet. “See, time for Lezaire to get his win.” “We’ll see.” Cross just walks over to Lezaire, who backs up and attempts to surprise The Fallen Angel with a spinning heel kick. Only Cross ducks and Lezaire lands with his back to Cross. Bad position to be in. David immediately locks on a waistlock and rocks Ace with a RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX! Then, Cross makes a throat slitting motion as the fans come unglued. As Lezaire gets to his feet, a little dazed, he’s kicked in the gut and… “Citizen Lezaire is about to become another unwitting participant in a…” …Cross brings him up to heaven again, the slams him with great force to the mat! “…BLAAAAAAAAAAAAACK MASS~!” Hall drops down to count as Cross hooks the far leg… …ONE… …TWO… …THREE! DING! DING! DING! “The winner of the match, and STILL USJL CHAMPION, “THE FAAAAAAAAAALEN ANGEL” DAAAAAAAAVID CROSS~!” “Back on Earth” hits the PA while Cross rises to his feet, saluting the crowd as it begins to chant… “CROSS!” “CROSS!” “CROSS!” “Wow, he just snapped out there,” says Riley. “I wouldn’t call it snapping,” says Comet. “I’d say going to a dark place to get the win.” “Whatever,” says Riley as Levy finally gets to his feet, and looks at Cross celebrating and heads to the back. “Well, no matter, it looks like this crowd has been turned to Citizen Cross and his justice-abiding ways.” “Or they just saw him win a match, and figure to support the winner.” Comet just says silent as Cross grabs his belt and slaps it over his shoulder again as he salutes the crowd with his fist as we cut to commercial. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Suicide King Report post Posted September 4, 2004 The sort of genius that makes me crave the sweet release of death. Once again, GODrea scores big. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Sly 0 Report post Posted September 4, 2004 Just so you know, Cross... the show wasn't in St. Louis. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Mr. S£im Citrus 0 Report post Posted September 4, 2004 Just so you know, Cross... the show wasn't in St. Louis. I thought something looked out of sorts... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
jesse_ewiak 0 Report post Posted September 4, 2004 St. Louis, Detroit, bah. JR still can't tell the difference between Benoit and Jericho and no one else is on his ass. *The above was sarcasam. I f'd up. I somehow doubt that's why I lost the match though. That's why you don't look at the previous weeks card when you're writing the opening.* Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
