Genesis V Losing Matches

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As the ring is cleaned of the detritus of the previous match, the camera is marching steadily down the red-carpeted aisleway displaying the crystalline busts those IGN/SWF legends who have come and gone before! As it zooms in on a few and the crowd roars appropriately with regards to each, the stately voice of Cyclone Comet doles out the names of those who laid the foundations of this wrestling institution...

 

“Jayson Grant. The scoop slam heard 'round the world.”

 

“Stubby McWeed. Future controversy aside, one of our finest competitors.”

 

“The Hville Thugg. The baddest of big men, and a multiple time world champion.”

 

“Fallout. Perhaps the finest cruiserweight ever.”

 

“Sacred. Australia's greatest natural treasure, and former world champion.”

 

“El Luchadore Magnifico. The wrestler by whom all others are judged in the SWF.”

 

“Axis. The gatekeeper to the main event.”

 

“Cyclone Comet. I would like to thank Commissioner Zenon for including me in this most august lineup.”

 

“Chris Wilson. Currently wanted by the FBI for suspicion of domestic terrorism. If you know anything about his whereabouts, please call (555) 555-BOOM.”

 

“Rane. He defined the World Championship for an infant federation.”

 

“Pimp Daddy Sarp. This man laid the road that future heels would walk.”

 

“Grimedogg. GRIMEDOGG IS HARDCORE!”

 

“Neilsen of the Jungle. Still singlehandedly funding the FCC with his indecency fines.”

 

“Outcast. Please notice that no female busts are anywhere near him for fear that they might catch a bullet.”

 

“Silent. He elevated no-selling to an art in and of itself.”

 

“Thoth. The man who made the Clan a force to be feared.”

 

“Frost. This bust brought to you by Frost brand busts.”

 

“Danny Williams. He singlehandedly brought puroresu to the SWF.”

 

“These men and many more who we do not currently have time to name, they are the ones who helped make the SWF what it is today. We thank them, and we thank you faithful fans for keeping us going for four strong years! Here's to four more!”

 

The camera returns to the announce desk and our very own legendary announcing team of Cyclone Comet and Bobby Riley, both resplendent in their evening wear. Each man's voice is already worn raw from the excitement of the evening but they show no signs of slowing down.

 

“And what a match we have just witnessed gentle viewers!” Cyclone Comet emotes mightily through his formal mask. “Misters Cross and Lezaire just left it all in the ring, and how good was it?”

 

“It was, dare I say, excellent, Comet.” Riley agrees vociferously. “The Canadian Championship has never been more hotly contested and those two men lived up to the Genesis standard.”

 

“Truth be told the Canadian Championship had never been PREVIOUSLY contested, but that USJL Championship was a stellar bout!”

 

Riley sighs. “When will you let go of the past, Comet?”

 

Comet looks thoughtfully at the bust of Axis and takes a long swig of Pepsi MAX. “Never, I hope.”

 

“Anyway..." Riley continues. "I noticed that you did not mention any of our competitors in the next match in your little speech about legends just then.”

 

“Indeed Citizen Riley! I wished to praise those who had gone before. These men will add to their ever-growing legends tonight in that very ring. And speaking of legends, what of the surprise announcement earlier? Edwin Macphisto has returned for one night only to aid his friend Mark Stevens!”

 

Riley clucks his head disapprovingly. “Record store owners and part time DJs have no place in a wrestling ring! We all know why Edwin is here tonight, and that is to once again sweep the red carpet right out from under Chris Raynor as he stands on the cusp of stardom!”

 

Comet looks at Riley with something not unlike pity. “It surely couldn't be friendship, or a desire to do what's right?”

 

“Of course not. And besides, you yourself questioned Raynor's motives at Smarkdown, saying there was more to his presence with King and Flesher than there seemed. Do you really think he was anticipating a three on two match, or do you think deep down in his heart - ”

 

“His black and twisted heart?”

 

“That's the one. Deep down, he wasn't doing this for King and Flesher, or even to show up Stevens. No… he was hoping, praying that he just might lure out MacPhisto for one last chance at redemption! And you know what, I think it worked!”

 

Comet smiles wryly. “Well, I am glad that you think Raynor will be happy about this, because I daresay the Superior One and the Suicide King will be mightily peeved that their handicap match has become a fair fight!”

 

“A fat baseball fan, an effete Brit, and Landon Maddix versus three of the most dominant heels ever does not a fair fight make.”

 

“You touch upon another point there Robert,” Comet notes, “although you do it in your own unique style. So many stories tied up in one match here at the Rose Bowl! King and Stevens! King and Landon! Carnie tensions! The "present," Flesher, versus the "future," Maddix! Raynor/Edwin! Will the ring be able to contain it all?”

 

Riley ponders thoughtfully for a moment. “I'm gonna have to go with 'no.'”

 

“I am going to make a bold prediction for this night, Robert... Landon Maddix, the man many people have tried to look past or overlook entirely, will be the difference maker tonight! In any event our pre-match hype has reached its zenith, my good man! The time has come now for all the questions to be answered, and I think that nothing may ever be the same again afterwards... take it away, Funyon!”

 

Funyon stands in the ring and raises the microphone to his lips. Well behind him, the conductor of the Los Angeles Orchestra raises his baton to the musicians...

 

“Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall, and is a SIX MAN TAG MATCH!”

 

The sell-out crowd explodes with the knowledge of what is to come.

 

“Introducing first... from Buffalo, New York and weighing in at 231 pounds! Accompanied to the ring by Allison Onita... he is one of the all-time greats! He is 'THE SUPERIOR ONE,' TOM FLESHER!”

 

The crowd only has a moment to vent their disdain before the orchestra kicks up into the epic refrain of Led Zeppelin's “Kashmir.” Striving mightily they manage to be heard over the cinematic entrance music, but only just. At least, that is until the man himself emerges under the "GENESIS" sign with his trademark arm candy and cocky sneer in place... his new singlet is blue and gold as can be seen through his unzipped warmup suit, his Doc Martens freshly shined.

 

“If that man is worried about Edwin MacPhisto, you certainly wouldn't be able to tell by looking at him Comet! And how can you consider Landon Maddix the difference maker when that man will be in the ring? Tom Flesher may quite simply be the best that's ever been!” Riley notes approvingly.

 

As the volume at his entrance grows, Flesher walks down the aisle, Allison at his side. His eyes are firmly set on the ring in front of him. Never once does he look at the busts that line the carpet he walks on. The effect of his entrance is clear on everyone in attendance. If those enshrined in crystal on either side of him are legends, then he may very well be a god. The music reaches a crescendo as they climb the ring steps and gracefully aid each other through the ropes. Allison quickly moves over to Funyon and hands him an index card with a practiced motion as Flesher begins to remove his warmup suit. The music stops and all in the ring are suddenly blasted with a wall of sounds from thousands of irate Californians...

 

“A powerful condemnation of Tom Flesher from these fans, Riley!”

 

“If they think they hate him now, let's see how they feel when Funyon is done reading that card!”

 

Funyon looks at Allison with the resigned expression of a death row inmate. Once can clearly read his lips. “C'mon... it's Genesis!” Unmoved, Allison gestures at the card with rising vigor. Funyon sighs...

 

“All in attendance, gaze upon the man who has single-handedly made wrestling 'cool' again to watch! No more must you feel like social pariahs for watching wrestling! Now instead you may concentrate your shame on your unwashed bodies and you ill-formed minds. Please form an orderly line so as to shower praise on this man who has brought honor, pride, and glory to the great sport of professional wrestling. And when you are done, please stay in that line so that forced sterilizations can be administered to all of you sub-Omegaloids. Tonight you may thank whatever gods are in heaven as he takes the final steps to reaffirm the essential dignity of this event by destroying two has-beens and one never-gonna-happen. And once he has left that indelible stamp in this ring, on your hearts, and on their faces everyone may feel just a little better about the world. After all, a world that contains Tom Flesher is surely the best of all possible worlds.”

 

Funyon neatly folds the card up and tucks it into his jacket pocket as the crowd ponders rioting. Tom smiles broadly and raises both hands to the crowd for a moment, before handing off his warmup suit to Allison and aiding her in her exit from the ring.

 

“Say what you will about the man Comet, he has a way with words!”

 

“Yes, I suppose he does. Bu the crowd is going to have to save some of their anger. I understand their desire to blow it all on Flesher, who of course has been an ever-present and consistent ne'er-do-well over the past two years.”

 

Riley snorts. “Ne'er-do-well? There's formal speech and then there's archaic, Comet.”

 

“Shush you.”

 

The conductor again waves his baton and the orchestra readies itself...

 

Again Funyon raises the mic to his lips. “And his tag team partner... from Baton Rouge, Louisiana and weighing in at 240 pounds! He is the Rayn-man, CHRIS RAYNOR!”

 

The conductor's arm falls, the lights go out, and the stage lights flicker white for a strobing effect, as “The Grudge” by Tool is played by a very confused orchestra that is also suddenly having a hell of a time reading its sheet music. They recover admirably however, just in time for the boos to return in earnest! Chris Raynor, the forgotten son of the SWF stands in stark profile under the GENESIS sign. Arms at his sides, eyes cast low on the ground in front of him he slowly makes his way down the aisleway. Tonight finds him wearing his traditional black pants, but apparently someone in marketing did a hell of a job as Raynor wears a black t-shirt emblazoned with the word “CARNEVIL” in front. As he passes the camera, the unmistakable outlines of the Suicide King and Chris Raynor can be seen looking particularly diabolical...

 

“He is completely oblivious to the crowd!” Comet exclaims. “It's like they're not even there to him.”

 

“Since when has their opinion mattered? What have they ever done for Raynor? They TURNED on him for trying to do the right thing!” Riley protests vehemently. “They should be happy he's ignoring them. The level of interest he would probably like to show them usually involves automatic weapons!”

 

The camera zooms in right on Raynor's face. It is calm, sedate... maybe even serene. He was drowning, but now that Edwin has returned he has his life preserver. One more chance to prove to everyone... no, screw them, to prove to HIMSELF that he can beat MacPhisto. The crowd's hatred is inconsequential. Destiny has come full circle tonight, for one man.

 

Comet shudders. “I would not like to meet that face in a dark alley.”

 

The big man rolls under the bottom rope, rising to his feet in front of the Superior One. Each man eyes the other one warily, not entirely sure what to make of the other.

 

“What is that saying about politics and strange bedfellows, Riley?”

 

“Next gay joke from you will be met with a slander lawsuit, you masked freak!”

 

Chris reaches out a leery hand, that Tom takes in a very business-like handshake. Words are exchanged that may never be known, but each man nods in agreement as the crowd steeps in its hatred. Funyon signals to the conductor once more before finishing this first half of the introductions...

 

“And their tag team partner... from Dayton, Ohio and weighing in at 226 pounds! He is the current owner of 25% of the SWF stock! He is the captain of this ground-breaking heel alliance!”

 

Comet interjects, “I don't think anyone told Tom that King was the 'captain,' judging from the look on his face!”

 

Funyon continues, “He is the original Gambling Man... he is THE SUICIDE KING!!!!!!!!!”

 

The arena plunges into blackness as the choir sounds outs.

 

“ALL ABOARD! AH HAH HAH HAH HAH!”

 

The musicians launch into a rather cool rendition of “Crazy Train” if I do say so myself. The low notes of the string section sound out the beginning notes as the arena languishes in darkness. Right before the electric guitars would normally kick in (but tonight violins will just have to do)...

 

A wall of crimson pyro erupts from the stage, illuminating everyone in its scarlet glow! Those closest are momentarily deafened and blinded, but those far enough away can see the unforgettable silhouette of the Suicide King. The red light refracts through the crystal busts, and for just a moment it looks like the Devil himself is standing tall at the front of the stadium. The lights return and the King of Hearts is revealed to everyone in attendance, prompting a fresh volley of California hatred. He merely stands there for a moment, absorbing the hatred like it was sunlight and he was photosynthesizing... opening his eyes, he grins at the crowd in his own inimitable style before finally beginning the long walk to the ring. It is like someone took a time machine back one year, as King wears his classic ring garb. Black and red long tights, and a simple black vest adorn his lean frame...Halfway down the aisle he stops, regarding a bust critically...

 

Comet is outraged. “That egomaniac stopped to inspect his own bust!”

 

Indeed, King has done just that. He reaches out and moves it a millimeter to the left before reaching out with a flap of his vest, and wiping an errant smear from its neck. Smiling approvingly, the Heartbreaker again resumes his motion to the ring... rolling under the ropes he regards his two partners with a wide grin. Stepping between them quickly, he raises their arms up into the air and prompts a volcanic eruption of derision from every level of the Rose Bowl! Dropping their arms the three men move over to a corner and quickly begin to review their game plan, with last minute MacPhisto modifications. Funyon nervously stands well away from the heel convention, preparing to resume his spiel...

 

“And their opponents!”

 

At the merest suggestion of the opposition the fans turn 180 degrees and begin to cheer their hearts out!

 

“Introducing first! From Lincoln, Nebraska and weighing in at 301 pounds!”

 

The crowd knows what that means!

 

Riley screams shrilly. “That man has the unmitigated gall to come out first?!”

 

The lights go out... the people are clapping, talking, shouting, waving signs, waiting for what is about to happen...

 

::CRACK!!!::

 

The crowd, simply put, explodes! The crack of a bat and the roar of the crowd announce Grand Slam!! The orchestra quickly picks up the opening bass notes of “Born Bad”, his classic anthem by the Gone Jackals. The various multicolored lights flash in time with the rhythmic bass until the violins kick in and the choir cries out "Born Bad!" Somewhere in the afterlife Carl Orff cries. Then the stadium is flooded with bright white light!! Red and white pyro explodes at the top of the entrance ramp!! When the smoke clears and everyone can see again, "Grand Slam" Mark Stevens is standing underneath the gigantic GENESIS sign!!! The crowd erupts in even more cheers for the perpetual fan favorite, Heavy Hitter!!!

 

Funyon continues, a smile lighting his face for the first time since he began announcing this match. "He is the Heavy Hitter... he is 'GRAND SLAM' MARK STEVENS!"

 

As Funyon makes his announcement, the Heavy Hitter walks down the ramp slowly while carefully avoiding the crystal busts, savoring every moment of cheers and pointing at various fans, slapping hands and keeping them screaming! He knows this may be the very last moment of his Hall of Fame career and he is determined to give the people their money's worth! Tonight, as the camera zooms in, he is wearing a L.A. Dodgers baseball cap!! When the crowd sees this, they cheer even louder, nearly drowning out his music!! Stevens makes it to the base of the ring before finally turning his attention to the two grinning and one deathly serious face therein. Calculating his chances and deciding they aren't very good, Grand Slam defiantly steps into the ring between the ropes and heads to a corner!

 

"You do not turn your back on any of those men, much less all of them!" Riley protests.

 

The implied insult has the Suicide King livid! Throwing his vest off he rears back to charge across the ring before being restrained by his two more level-headed partners. Meanwhile "Grand Slam" climbs to the second turnbuckle, looks at the crowd, then pumps his right fist into the air several times, firing the crowd up even more and causing a flurry of flashbulbs to pop, illuminating the ring like a strobe-light!! Before dropping back to his corner and resuming a much more watchful and prudent pose, Grand Slam flings his cap out to the crowd, giving some lucky fan a unique souvenir from the SWF!!! Once the cap is sent out and the music begins to die, his face becomes deadly serious and he glares at the three men across from him, with particular regards to one face that is nearly spitting its venom back at him...

 

Funyon clears his throat. "And introducing his partner! From London, England and weighing in at 235 pounds!"

 

Comet cannot contain himself any longer. "It's the long-awaited return of an SWF legend!"

 

"He is the Crown Prince of Flash and Panache! He is the Mac Daddy! He is EDWIN MACPHISTO!"

 

The lights dim as the sound goes up! The orchestra launches into an awkward rendition of Edwin's unmistakable theme song, Lo Fidelity All Stars' "Battleflag!" The lights flash madly all across the arena before returning to roost at the head of the stage and revealing one man dressed so wildly that it can only be HIM! In particular the light catches one noticeable feature...

 

"Edwin re-dyed his hair while he was backstage! MacPhisto is truly back and it looks like he'll be firing on all cylinders tonight" Comet proclaims proudly.

 

As the crowd support swells for their returning hero, it takes a good long look a his ring attire. His silver and red camouflage pants are par for the course, and the Union Jack muscle shirt is all class. The mirrored sunglasses certainly add something, but the most notable feature is one that causes the unflappable Bobby Riley dread...

 

"Who gave him a microphone?"

 

"YOO HOO!" Edwin waves at the ring. "Mark, we've already talked so you don't mind if I address the nouveau Meat Factory there, do you?" Stevens chuckles and waves off as the heels look around indignantly. "Boys, I'm over here! It's been awhile, and I've got something to say. King! You, sir, are a poopy head!"

 

King just blinks incoherently in the ring as he was apparently expecting something in a more... well, college grade variety of insult.

 

Edwin clears his throat. "Sorry. Let me try that again. King, let me save you a whole lot of heartburn. Mark isn't a fraud! Never has been, never will be. You however, you just may find that going up against him tonight will in fact make you the King of Suicide! Flesher! You used to be so good! Imagine what you could do with your life if you got your face out of King's lap!"

 

This time it's Flesher's turn to be restrained as he lunges at the ropes. On the outside Allison's face goes white with shock.

 

Edwin continues on full steam with the crowd firmly in the palm of his hand. "And Chris! Chris..." Edwin's face drops along with his voice. "Well, Chris... I'm sorry it's come to this." Dropping his microphone, Edwin sprints down the ramp and slides udner the rope, making it almost all the way across the ring to Mark's feet before popping upwards. Closing ranks with Mark Edwin looks across the ring and meets Raynor's icy eyes with a steely gaze of his own... Unnoticed Funyon prepares to finish his duties.

 

"Finally, introducing their partner! From Huron, South Dakota and weighing in at 218 pounds! He is accompanied to the ring by Megan Skye"

 

Once again the choir sings out as the lights drop...

 

"PREPARE...FOR...LANDON!"

 

...WAAAAAHHHHH...

 

*DUM DUM*

 

The post-riff part of "Megalomaniac" by Incubus is launched into by the orchestra, as from behind the curtain steps Landon Maddix, stopping at the top of the ramp and thrusting his hands out to his side as the lights return back to normal. Landon actually pauses for a moment as the sheer volume of the pop at his entrance shocks him...

 

Comet chuckles, "That's what you get when you're on the side of the angels, Landon! Soak it up! You deserve it! Now get out there and teach King what he gets for trying to destroy your career!"

 

Shaking his head in mild amusement, Landon turns back to the curtains...as Megan follows out from the back, to another repsectable burst of cheers and applause. They then walk down the ramp, with Landon leading the way in his black and red half and half ring attire...

 

Funyon continues. "He is the Future! He is LANDON 'LA CUCARACHA' MADDIX!"

 

Another massive pop follows at the mention of his name as the First Couple of the SWF walks down the aisleway... before coming to a sudden stop?

 

"What's all this then?" Riley asks, suddenly channeling the eloquence of a British policeman.

 

Landon and Megan appear to be inspecting a familiar crystal bust.

 

Riley remains perpetually three steps behind the rest of the wrestling world. "Ah, he's noticed the exquisite craftsmanship of the Suicide King's bust! You know, that Landon kid wasn't that bad at moments... if he bowed at the altar of the Suicide King now, I bet all would be forgiven!"

 

Maddix cocks his head left... then right.. before reaching out with one little finger and tipping the bust over! The delicate crystal statue explodes into a thousand pieces when it impacts on the concrete just outside the red carpet and the crowd explodes with it!

 

"GAAH!" Riley screams. "That HACK! That talentless little PUNK!"

 

"That's just a taste of what King is going to get for playing with Landon's and Meggan's lives like they were playing cards!" Comet notes as a duly licensed defender of justice.

 

The Suicide King sneers, strangely unmoved by his symbolic shattering.

 

Comet snorts. "He probably already has three of those busts up in his house."

 

Landon leaps to the apron, before running across the apron and leaping up to the middle turnbuckle. Looking out at the crowd, Landon grins and holds his arms out to the sides before leaping over the top and entering the ring. Just in case Edwin and Mark take flanking positions to discourage spontaneous heelishness on the only active wrestler on their team. Hopping down to the applause of Megan and the crowd, Maddix goes over to his teammates to discuss strategy. Unnoticed by everyone, Funyon casually moves over to the face half of the ring...

 

As Funyon clears his throat the King looks up with sudden panic in his eyes as he glances about the ring, looking for only he knows what...

 

"And introducing your SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE!"

 

"What?" Comet exclaims. "Is there no depth of villainy those three won't sink to to insure their victory?"

 

"Um, Comet? I don't think this is King's scheme..."

 

And indeed King has stormed across the ring and grabbed Funyon by the lapels as the crowd explodes! They can sense that something unexpected is going down right here, right now. To their credit the three good guys are standing in their corner just trying their DAMNEDEST to look innocent. Edwin is even whistling.

 

With uncharacteristic defiance, Funyon looks right into the Suicide King's eyes. "He is the Commissioner of the Smartmarks Wrestling Federation! He is ALEX ZENON!!!"

 

Instead of his usual music, the orchestra kicks up in an encore presentation of "O Fortuna." King throws Funyon across the ring in disgust, the microphone just missing his stream of expletives at this latest misfortune. In the background Raynor and Flesher share a mildly nervous glance.

 

Comet is exultant. "Alex Zenon swore he would make this right, and tonight he fulfills that promise! I bet King wishes he hadn't threatened his job now!"

 

"Just seconds ago you were condemning King for this, but you praise them for it? How is Zenon supposed to officiate fairly? This is a travesty! He stripped Flesher of the Cruiserweight Title, ILLEGALLY I might add, just last Smarkdown!" To say Riley is apoplectic is an understatement.

 

Comet clucks approvingly. "King and Flesher are about to reap what they have sown!"

 

Zenon finally makes his appearance as the choir sings the opening refrain. As he stands there enjoying the crowd's approval for the first time in a long time, he glares at the ring. More specifically he glares at two men in that ring who are currently expressing differing degrees of displeasure at a rapidly departing Funyon. His entrance to those opening lines is no coincidence.

 

"Truly, Fortune is like the moon, now waxing, now waning! It looks like Fortune has turned against Flesher, Raynor, and King!" Comet notes for the non-Latin speaking public.

 

Zenon marches down the ramp, pausing only to tell the man sweeping up King's bust to "Keep up the good work." Rolling into the ring he marches to the center, confident that whatever else may come, tonight, right now, he is doing the right thing. Spinning around at the feel of a presence behind him, he meets King eye to eye. The glare lasts for many long moments... the two men share some rather heated words before King SHOVES Z across the ring, screaming at him! With the crowd's roller coaster of emotion it is hard to pick up the exact words, but the sudden and violent gestures from King cast serious doubt as to the future of Zenon's job security... With an exasperated yell King turns back to his corner, trying to calm down.

 

"Emotions are already boiling over and the match hasn't even started yet! All that remains is for each team to pick their starting member and for Z to signal for the bell, and then this battle of past, present, and future will get underway!" Comet takes a quick swig of his Pepsi MAX. We're ready, viewers! Are you?"

 

Tom Flesher, the Suicide King and Chris Raynor stand in their corner, discussing the strategy of the match to come. In the opposite corner, Stevens, Maddix and the returning hero, Edwin MacPhisto, do much the same. Alex Zenon, in the center, motions for each side to put out its first athlete. From the face side, Landon Maddix bravely steps forward. Chris Raynor starts toward the center, but before he can, Tom Flesher places a hand on his chest. With a smirk, the Superior One steps ahead of him, and King and Raynor obligingly step out. Flesher and Maddix meet in the center, with Flesher’s insufferable arrogance showing through. Zenon checks to see that both men are ready and, to a huge cheer from the crowd, calls for the bell.

 

 

DING DING DING!!!!

 

 

Flesher and Maddix face off in the center of the ring. Instead of his usual slow style, the Superior One immediately meat-hooks the back of Landon’s neck, snapping his head down and slapping on a tight side headlock! Zenon drops down to check for an illegal choke, but sees that everything is kosher and allows Flesher to ride the move.

 

“Already, that bastard’s getting involved,” grouses Riley. “Flesher’s been using that side headlock forever, and it’s never been called illegal! Why worry about it now?”

 

“Forever indeed,” says Comet. “I believe I’ll have time for a bathroom break.”

 

Flesher squeezes the headlock, standing firm in the center of the ring. Maddix reaches around his waist, trying to break the grip, but fails in the face of Flesher’s incredible grip strength and significant weight advantage. Tom, meanwhile, simply tightens the headlock even further, laying into Maddix by making him carry an extra 231 pounds.

 

“Of course, here you see Flesher’s strength,” shills Riley. “The man has an unbelievable sense for how wrestling works, how to fatigue your opponent. Landon Maddix? He’s always had to rely on cheating to get by, and ever since he gave it up, well, the kid just hasn’t been the same. He’s too small to compete effectively, and he gave up his only advantage.”

 

“I find myself forced to question the veracity of that statement, Robert. The Cucaracha’s in-ring ability is second to none in the SWF today, and his style is unmatched except by the likes of the Birdman or, shall I even mention his name… the Wildchild.”

 

Flesher takes a shuffle-step and swings Maddix across his back, slamming him to the mat with a side-headlock takeover. He lifts Landon’s head off the mat, pinning his shoulders down! Zenon drops to the mat and counts

 

ONE!!!

 

 

No more, though, as Landon quickly rocks toward Flesher and brings his shoulder off the mat. He kicks a leg up, trying to hit a head scissors to counter his way out of the headlock. Flesher, for his part, leans forward to avoid the grip. As Landon rolls back to his prone position, Flesher grabs the ropes and hoists himself back to his feet. He pulls Maddix back up, getting out of a position where Landon can easily counter into a pinning position. Still, he keeps the headlock clamped around Landon’s spaghetti-like neck and walks him toward the center.

 

“I still don’t get why Landon Maddix is involved,” Riley says.

 

“Just an accident of the backstage relationships, I suppose,” says Comet dryly.

 

“Yeah, but…”

 

“Don’t ask, Robert, and don’t tell.”

 

Maddix leans forward, trying to throw Flesher off. The Superior One plants his feet, though, and Maddix is unable to shoot him to the ropes. Flesher continues working, but Maddix drops back and wraps an arm tightly around Flesher’s waist. As Flesher tries to rebalance himself, Maddix throws him forward and sends him rocketing into the ropes! Flesher hits the ropes and sprints at Maddix, who cocks a leg to the side and hammers the Superior One with a superkick!

 

“SWEET DISCIPLE MUSIC!” shouts Comet. “Maddix pulls that one out of nowhere, and Tom Flesher is already at a disadvantage even this early in the match!”

 

Flesher staggers backwards, and Maddix follows him to the ropes, hammering him with forearm smashes. As Flesher backs up, trying to regain some semblance of balance and lucidity, Maddix follows him in, and…

 

*CRACK*

 

absolutely slams him with a palm strike! The crowd lets out an “Ooooooh,” to be followed only by…

 

“BURN~!” shouts Comet, as Flesher reels from his own signature strike being thrown at him by his opponent! With a grin on his face, Maddix takes advantage of Flesher’s momentary stunned state and runs across the ring. He bounces off the ropes and leaps off the mat, hammering Flesher with a flying leg lariat that nearly takes both men over the top! Flesher reels, but manages to keep his balance, and Maddix backs away. He runs at Flesher once more, this time throwing a tried-and-true forearm smash… which the Superior One ducks! As Maddix rotates, Flesher hooks him around the waist in a quick and dirty capture, then arches his back powerfully over the top rope! He tosses Landon over the ropes and to the outside with the modified capture suplex, then leans against the ropes as the Future adjusts himself in the air. Like a cat, Maddix twists his body around and lands on his stomach, sparing himself any injury but still feeling the wind knocked out of him. Flesher, not ready to be assaulted this early in the match, staggers to his corner and slaps the nearest hand he sees…

 

Chris Raynor.

 

“Here comes the pain,” beams Riley. “Chris Raynor hasn’t been inside a ring since Genesis III, when Edwin MacPhisto – bastard that he was – broke his neck, and now it’s all coming back to him. He’s got a grudge alright… and he’s ready to settle it!”

 

Raynor steps into the ring, and the crowd goes silent. He stares across the ring, his eyes fixed on the opposite corner, and quietly, simply, beckons MacPhisto.

 

“He’s laying the challenge out there,” Riley cackles. “He wants Eddie Mac, and he wants him bad!”

 

“But does Edwin really want Raynor?” Comet asks forebodingly. “He seems reluctant at best to square off against his old friend, and perhaps would be more willing to take Citizen Raynor out for a cup of java than to get involved in a war of fists.”

 

With the arena so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, MacPhisto slowly nods his head up and down, once. His eyes on Raynor, he ducks down and slowly, deliberately steps through the ropes.

 

The crowd, simply put, explodes!

 

Edwin slowly walks to the center of the ring, facing off with his old enemy and older friend. Raynor looks him up and down, and the two meet in the center of the ring. Their eyes meet, as they nearly share the same build. Edwin’s sober gaze butts against Raynor’s scowl, and as the tension builds…

 

*CRACK*

 

Raynor punches MacPhisto flush in the face! Immediately, the crowd bursts into a chorus of boos, and the moral leader of the Midnight Carnival reels backwards. A wicked smile spreads across Raynor’s face, but is quickly wiped away when MacPhisto responds in kind! He nails Raynor in the jaw, sending him staggering back! Zenon looks on, stonefaced, as two of the biggest influences in his career duke it out. They throw punches at each other, MacPhisto finally realizing that he’s not going to be able to work this out with Raynor.

 

This means war.

 

MacPhisto throws another sledgehammer-like fist at Raynor, nailing the jaw with his knuckles. They go toe to toe, but MacPhisto gradually gets the upper hand, hitting harder and harder until he backs Raynor into a neutral corner. Edwin, riding the wave of adrenaline that being back for the first time in two years brings with it, backs up to the center of the ring. With a flourish, he sprints into the corner, leaping off the mat for a gamengiri… only to eat a huge Raynor-sized boot to the chops! Edwin stumbles back, caught completely off-guard, only to have Raynor charge at him and hit him with a wooden-looking back elbow. Edwin lands on his back, and Raynor smirks, satisfied with his work. He turns around, starting to strut back to the corner and let one of his teammates continue the onslaught. MacPhisto, though, has different ideas, and snags Raynor’s ankle from behind. He stands up, pulling the prodigal Carnie’s leg out from under him and sending him spilling to the mat. The Crown Prince of Flash and Panache stands up just long enough to throw out a quick crowd-pleasing juke and jive before dropping an elbow into the back of Raynor’s neck! Chris Raynor winces, his Achilles’ heel acting up again. MacPhisto, showing only the slightest sign of remorse, backs away, waiting for Raynor to get back to his feet.

 

“What a craven, cowardly act on the part of Edwin MacPhisto,” fumes Bobby Riley. “He of all people, attacking Chris Raynor’s injured neck – where does he get off?”

 

“Citizen MacPhisto acted on impulse, Robert, but one can hardly blame him in the face of the assault from the opposition.”

 

“Raynor is simply trying to settle the score, Comet. How can you defend a blatant attempt to cripple a man for the second time?”

 

Instead of getting up to fight, though, Raynor simply shoots Edwin a look that could kill a man and reaches up, tagging in the Suicide King. In answer, Edwin backs away and slaps the hand of “Grand Slam” Mark Stevens.

 

The tag pleases the crowd, and the final pairing enters the ring.

 

“And here we are,” says Comet. “Citizens Stevens and Applewhite are finally stepping into the ring against each other, for the first time since – interesting trivia, here, Robert – since before Citizen Flesher made his SWF debut.”

 

“Man, I bet Stevens feels old,” Riley snickers. “Flesher and King have been training regularly, and frankly Stevens can’t hold a candle to his physical condition. It would be too heavy.”

 

Stevens, staring down his former friend and now perennial enemy, lunges forward to grab him in a collar-and-elbow tie. King, with a smirk on his face, merely sidesteps to leave Grand Slam staggering forward comically off-balance. King grabs him by the wrist and pivots, sending Mark to the ropes. As Mark lumbers forth, the Suicide King steps forward and whacks him in the chest with a Heartbreaker shotei! Stevens staggers backwards, the wind knocked out of him, and King merely smiles.

 

“Here we see the absolute hatred these two men share,” says Cyclone Comet. “The former friends are willing to hurt each other regardless of the circumstances, unlike Edwin MacPhisto, who felt remorse for his attack on Chris Raynor, and unlike Tom Flesher, who cares not for who he harms as long as he looks good.”

 

“Oh, get over it, he always looks good,” says Riley.

 

King grabs Mark by the arm once again and whips him into the ropes. This time, though, Stevens comes barreling forward and levels the stockholder with a lariat! King collapses to the mat, and Stevens, fire in his eyes, drops onto him with a fist! King scrambles to the ropes, trying to avoid the Heavy Hitter’s ground and pound, but Stevens gets in a few good licks before he can grab the bottom strand. Zenon, for his part, watches on closely. He lets Stevens whack King twice more before administering an even, if not standard-speed, five-count.

 

ONE!

 

…

 

TWO!

 

…

 

THREE!

 

…

 

FOUR!

 

…

 

…

 

Finally, Stevens breaks the hold, getting to his feet. He backs away as King shoots a scowl at the official. The King of Hearts slowly gets to his feet, this time a little more wary of his 301-pound adversary’s newfound weight advantage, and backs toward his corner. Stevens nonetheless follows him in, throwing another lariat at the King. This time, though, he doesn’t connect, as Tom Flesher reaches in and viciously sweeps his leg out from under him! Stevens winces as his knee takes a hit from the apron, and King points at Flesher as if to say “You’re my wingman.”

 

King grabs Stevens’ ankle, then whacks him in the hamstring with a kick. He reaches out and slaps Flesher’s hand, then stays in to make sure that Stevens isn’t going anywhere. Flesher enters the ring with a smirk, all but rubbing his hands together with anticipation.

 

“And here comes Tom Flesher,” says Comet with more than a hint of sarcasm, “ready to take over for the Suicide King against the biggest threat in the match. What courage. What admirable fighting spirit.”

 

Flesher hooks Stevens’ left leg as he enters the ring, then quickly drops an elbow into the side of the kneecap. He hoists Stevens into the air, ducking his head under the Heavy Hitter’s arm as if for a backdrop suplex. Instead of following through, though, he simply drops Stevens forward onto a bent knee and hammers his leg with a shinbreaker! Stevens lurches forward, running straight into the Carnevil corner. There, King wallops him in the face, sending him back toward Flesher. The Superior One grabs Stevens and hoists him off the mat, then throws him to the side with a modified Railgun Suplex! Stevens hits hard and arches his back in pain as Flesher covers him for

 

ONE!!!

 

 

No more, though, as Stevens kicks out. Tom looks around and shrugs as if to say, “Eh, what the hell.” He grabs the top rope and plants a foot firmly on Stevens’ neck, then leans back as far as he can to put the pressure on Grand Slam’s windpipe! Flesher looks Zenon in the eye and grins stupidly, prompting the commissioner to sigh and begin his count.

 

ONE!

 

Flesher holds up a single finger.

 

TWO!

 

Flesher holds up a pair of fingers, counting along with him.

 

THREE!

 

Could he possibly be any cockier?

 

FOUR!

 

Or any more annoying?

 

By this point, Flesher is laughing out loud at getting his old JL tag team partner to admonish him. Zenon, however, doesn’t find it funny at all, and physically removes Flesher from Stevens’ neck. Flesher shrugs again, seeming to say, “It was fun while it lasted.” He then shoos Zenon away, grabbing Stevens by the head. He escorts the former commissioner to the corner, slamming him face-first into the buckle before reaching out and tagging in his partner. Stevens staggers away, but as he does, Flesher charges at him with a Yakuza kick! Grand Slam collapses into a neutral corner as Zenon ushers the Superior One out of the ring.

 

“And here comes Raynor,” Comet says over the rising ire of the crowd. “Very little competition between these two, ever, in their careers… The only time I can recall is- er… let’s change the subject.”

 

“Go on, Comet, you can say it,” Riley responds with a grin. “The only time you can recall is when they went straight up one on one, Raynor vs. Mark, for the ICTV Title. And Raynor won.”

 

“Yes. Well… I was hoping you’d forgotten that.”

 

“Forgotten? I’ve been waiting all night to rub that in your face!”

 

Raynor climbs over the ropes and makes a beeline for Mark, still recovering in the neutral corner. He reaches out to grab the Heavy Hitter-

 

-and suddenly finds a knee to his gut instead! Mark finds his second wind and the crowd rallies behind him as he explodes out of the corner with a flurry of strikes! Throwing Raynor for a loop, he pushes Raynor back into the far corner, then grabs his arm and Irish whips him into the opposite post!

 

“It looks like the Heavy Hitter’s still got some fight in him!” shouts Comet, as Raynor stumbles out of the corner, caught so off guard he’s still not sure what’s happening! Mark capitalizes by striding forward and planting a boot in his stomach, then hooking him up for a DDT-

 

*THUD*

 

- which Raynor counters by pulling Mark’s legs out from under him! Still holding on, Raynor quickly swings Mark around 180 degrees, leaving his head under the ropes, and without a moment’s pause he falls back, jackknifing Steven’s neck right into the bottom rope!

 

“You were saying, Comet?”

 

Mark rolls back towards the center of the ring, coughing violently, and his teammates and the crowd let out a collective “Shit.” Raynor collapses after the move, still dazed by the beating he just took. After a few moments he manages to get back to his feet, and he stumbles over to Mark and drags him up by the hair, then immediately drives the point of his elbow straight into the back of Mark’s head. He continues mercilessly, hitting Stevens two, three, four times before heaving him into the neutral corner. Stevens barely has time to get himself upright before Raynor closes in, scoops him up, and hangs him upside down in the Tree of Woe!

 

“This is certainly a different Raynor from the one we saw two years ago,” Comet points out, as Raynor immediately begins laying boots into Mark’s stomach. “He’s not wasting any time showboating or taunting, it’s just one hit after another.”

 

Raynor finishes the last of a dozen kicks before he grabs Mark’s arm and yanks him out of the corner, where he’s dumped on the mat with a *THUD*. Raynor drags him up by the arm and slaps on a side headlock. Stevens starts to get feisty, so Chris wraps his left leg around Stevens’ right and sweeps him down to the mat. He quickly grabs Mark’s leg and drags him towards the center of the ring, then turns and drops an elbow across it. He shoots up to his feet and drops a second, and a third, then steps back and takes a moment to plan his next move. Mark tucks his injured knee in and cradles it. On the sidelines, Edwin and Landon start to bring the crowd into it, leading a “LET’S GO STE-VENS!” chant.

 

“It’s no secret that Mark’s had knee surgery, and after this match, I’m afraid he may need it again.”

 

“And guess where that money’s coming from, Comet… his baby daughter’s college fund! Better hope she bags a rich one, Mark!”

 

“Good lord, Riley, that was low, even for you!”

 

“It’s Genesis, baby! I’m bringing out the heavy artillery!”

 

Back in the ring, Raynor takes Stevens up by the hair and whips him hard into the bad guy’s corner. Mark slams into the post and stumbles out. Almost immediately, his injured knee is caved in by a hard kick, and the Heavy Hitter goes down in a bad way. Stevens scrambles to get up, and ends up falling into the corner to remain upright, only just now becoming aware of which corner it is. As Raynor approaches, Stevens kicks out in desperation, landing a nice shot to his opponent’s midsection, but the Suicide King immediately clocks him from behind! Stevens staggers out of the corner and straight into a monstrous big boot, and the Heavy Hitter goes down yet again!

 

“Come on ref, do something!” screams Comet, trying to get Zenon’s attention.

 

Zenon does indeed have a word with the King, who doesn’t even bother to make eye contact. Raynor grabs Mark by his bad leg, drags him into the center of the ring, and again drops a set of elbows, each one causing Mark to flinch, and frightening everyone else along with him.

 

“Well, I’m gonna go ahead and go,” says Riley, rising from his chair. “It looks like the Rayn Man’s got everything under control, and I want to beat the traffic.”

 

“Citizen Riley, I’ve had just about enough of your buffoonery!”

 

“Come oooooon,” Riley says, with the impatience of a child.

 

*RAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!*

 

Raynor suddenly goes down at an awkward angle as Mark swings his good leg up and straight kicks him flush in the back of the knee! Raynor instinctively rolls right over and pops up to his feet, only find that his knee is buckling! He swears profusely and attempts to shake the kinks out, then catches Mark in the corner of his eye, half crawling and half stumbling across the ring towards his corner! Landon and Edwin are holding the tag ropes with one hand and almost falling over the top rope stretching out the other! Mark dives -

 

*WHUMP*

 

”Awwwwwwww!”

 

And goes down just inches from the hand of Landon Maddix, as Raynor catches his foot in mid air and violently yanks him back! He drags Mark all the way across the ring, then raises the Heavy Hitter’s knee and slams it into the canvas! Mark is utterly helpless as Raynor turns and slaps the hand of his partner, the Suicide King!

 

“Whoohoo! Round two!” Riley gleefully announces.

 

The Suicide King hops over the ropes and accidentally lands on Mark’s bad knee - oops - before grabbing his arm and pulling him up to his feet. Mark attempts to use the momentum as he dives forward for a clothesline, but the King easily sidesteps it, visibly amused-

 

- but this time, Mark keeps going! King goes from grinning to growling as Stevens lets his momentum carry him toward his corner! But his knee begins to buckle, and he falls just inches short! The Suicide King dashes over, using Mark as a stepping stone on his way to clocking Landon Maddix clear off the apron, then doing the same to Edwin! He then drags Stevens up by the arm and hurls him back across the ring, into enemy territory! Edwin and Landon are furious, and Alex Zenon is doing everything he can to keep them out. This, of course, gives Tom Flesher the perfect opportunity to yank Mark’s legs out from under him, take his bad knee, and -

 

*THUNK*

 

- ram it into the steel post!

 

“This does not bode well for the forces of Justice,” Comet worries aloud. “If the Suicide King and his cohorts continue to target Mark’s knee, this match could be over much sooner than anyone expected!”

 

“Not me,” Riley says smugly. “My money’s on a quick win, so we have to bust out the swing fight at the end of the night.”

 

“Swing fight?”

 

“Yeah, if we go under time we’re going to have Justin Bowers wrestle Ebony.”

 

MacPhisto and Maddix eventually calm down, and the interim commissioner turns his attention back to the action. The Suicide King has Grand Slam against the ropes, now whipping him across the ring. Mark runs possible scenarios through his mind as he hits the ropes, but none of them come to fruition as the moment the ropes propel him forward, he sees the King charging forward, and he has no time to move before the King baseball slides into Mark’s bad leg!

 

“NOW can we go to beat the traffic, Comet?”

 

“Quiet, you!”

 

The Suicide King looms over his former friend, looking truly pleased with his handiwork. Stevens rolls onto his knees and immediately collapses again as his bad knee gives way. A few members of the crowd, as well as his partners, begin to look seriously worried as Stevens makes it up to one leg, but the slightest pressure on his other causes him to fall again. King sighs and shakes his head, then calls out “Tom!” He turns and heads for his corner, and tags in Flesher. Tom wastes no time in grabbing Mark and pulling him away from the ropes, and then -

 

“Oh no,” moans Comet, over the schoolgirl giggling of his partner. “You’ve got to know where this is heading: The Superior Stretch.”

 

Edwin and Landon look more concerned than ever, and quickly begin to work the crowd into a frenzy, squeezing every ounce of moral support out of the fans they can! Mark is fully aware of what’s going on, but every flailing kick of his leg causes him more pain, and with no ropes for leverage, he’s helpless to stop Tom from locking in the deadly Texas cloverleaf hold!

 

“Yeah, Rico? I’m almost done here… yeah, I’ll be there in ten.”

 

“What are you- Put that cell phone away!”

 

“Hey, just because I have a life and you don’t, doesn’t mean you can get persnickety!”

 

Tom cinches in the hold, and Mark Stevens is doing everything he can to try and break free, but nothing he does gets him any closer to the ropes! He pounds on the mat in half-frustration half-agony, and the fans chant louder, hoping to bring on a third wind!

 

“LET’S GO STEVENS!” *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

“LET’S GO STEVENS!” *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

“LET’S GO STEVENS!” *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

 

Stevens’ eyes dart across the ring, looking for something, looking for anything - he finds the face of the Suicide King staring mockingly down at him, a smug, satisfied smile on his face… Mark growls, grits his teeth, refuses to give his foe the satisfaction of screaming, but even so the pain in his knee is reaching the point of being unbearable. His head falls to the mat, and despite fighting it with all his might, his hand begins to creep up off the mat…

 

But suddenly, Landon Maddix gives a big middle finger to the rulebook and leaps into the fray, pouncing on Tom Flesher and breaking the hold! “CHEAT TO WIN!” becomes the crowd’s new battlecry as the referee forces Maddix out of the ring, and the Suicide King is beside himself!

 

“DAMN IT!” shouts Riley. “That’s a disqualification, ref! This match was over!”

 

“I can’t say I agree with his tactics, but regardless, he just snatched victory from the grasp of evil, and I applaud his efforts!”

 

“Good lord, Comet… Lamest. Justification. EVER.”

 

Back in the good guy corner, Edwin gives Maddix a hearty pat on the back! All the while, Flesher has been trying to drag Stevens back to the center, but in the confusion Mark managed to grab the bottom rope, and he sure as hell isn’t letting go! Flesher unleashes a barrage of kicks and stomps to the Heavy Hitter’s knee, but the man just won’t budge!

 

“TOM!”

 

King waves the Superior One over, indicating that he wants another go. Tom shrugs and turns his back to Mark -

 

- and at that moment, Stevens lunges off the mat, bad knee and all, and he plows into Tom from behind! Tom rockets forward into his own corner and slams into the turnbuckle chest first with enough velocity to send him stumbling out backwards, where Stevens is waiting with a rollup!

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

TH- Flesher rolls away! He jumps to his feet and almost falls over, still woozy from having the wind knocked out of him, and he notices only too late, as Mark-

 

*SLAP*

 

- tags in Edwin MacPhisto!

 

“YES!” Comet shouts, objectivity be damned. “Stevens escapes with his knee somewhat in-tact, and brings in the Crown Prince of Flash and Panache!”

 

“I don’t see how you can be happy with this Comet - that was a total weasel move!”

 

“Weasel move or not, it may have saved the match for his team!”

 

Edwin climbs into the ring and is bum rushed not by Tom Flesher, but the Suicide King, in off a blind tag! The King is visibly pissed about Mark’s cheap escape, and he pushes Edwin back into the good guy’s corner with a flurry of strikes -

 

- until Landon Maddix leans over the top and nails King right between the eyes!

 

Or maybe right in the eyes. Who’s to say, in this topsy-turvy world?

 

“A taste of your own medicine, you cad!” shouts Comet.

 

The King is distracted just long enough for Edwin to crouch down and launch a palm strike straight up, catching the King in the jaw and launching him clear off the mat and down to the canvas with a hollow *THUD*! He scrambles to his feet, and is immediately overtaken by the Crown Prince! A flurry of palm strikes and punches and -

 

*SLAP SLAP*

 

*WHOOSH*

 

Two bitchslaps and a legsweep drop the King again, and the fans are loving every second of it!

 

“The Cocktail of Shame makes its official return to the SWF!” announces Comet, in a voice as eerily giddy as Riley’s.

 

King quickly rolls to his knees, but a stiff snap kick puts him right back down on the mat, and Edwin goes for the fast cover!

 

ONE!

 

TWO-

 

The Suicide King finally collects himself and forcefully shoves Edwin away. He springs to his feet before the two charge each other and tie up. The King quickly slides down and traps Edwin with a drop toe hold, then floats over to cinch on the headlock. Edwin is quick to get to his feet, taking the King with him, and after a brief tug of war, Edwin manages to shove the King off into the ropes. On the rebound, King catches Edwin ducking and leapfrogs him -

 

- or tries to, anyway, but just as King leaps, Edwin raises himself up, grabs his opponent around the waist, and carries him across to slam him down to the mat with a spinebuster! The crowd watches in awe as Edwin picks King right back up, hoists him up high, and plants him on the canvas with a powerbomb!

 

“WOW! AMAZING timing by Edwin!“ shouts Comet, again forced to raise his voice to match the noise of the crowd! “He suckered the Suicide King into jumping right into the Love Rollercoaster!”

 

“Edwin’s not that smart! He, er, was bent over from a sneeze, and just went upright at a truly lucky moment-”

 

“Weak, Robert. Really, quite frankly unbelievably weak.”

 

Edwin, appearing to be as sprightly as he was in his heyday, pops back to his feet and takes a moment to play to the crowd. Grand Slam looks on with a smug satisfaction, and Landon stands beside him, grinning like a fool. The Mac Daddy finishes his little one-man show, then turns back to the King, who’s backed into a neutral corner with that deer-in-headlights look. As Edwin approaches, the King drops to his knees, making the time out signal with his hands! Tom Flesher suddenly climbs through the ropes, only to have Alex Zenon head him off at the pass. This, of course, leaves King free to stick an arm between Edwin’s legs-

 

-and do absolutely nothing of any interest, as Edwin locks his knees and falls straight down, pinning the Gambling Man’s wrist to the canvas!

 

“Edwin has really done his homework! Although, really, everyone should know that particular entry in the Suicide King’s arsenal by now.”

 

Edwin springs back, and allows the King to slowly reach his feet, cradling his arm. The Mac Daddy holds out one hand and makes the universal “bring it on” gesture, and the King rushes forward! The two tie up, and this time the Suicide King powers Edwin into the opposite corner. Edwin covers up and waits for the referee to separate them. Zenon comes in between them and shoves the Suicide King back a few steps, before getting shoved away himself! The King turns back, and is immediately floored by a springing sidekick!

 

“He’s on fire!” Comet cries.

 

“Boomshakalaka!” counters Riley with authority.

 

Edwin takes the Suicide King up by the arm and gives him a hard Irish whip into the Midnight Carnival corner, then tags in La Cucaracha! Landon springs over the top rope as Edwin holds his target in place, and unloads on the King with a series of blistering knife-edge chops!

 

*SMACK*

 

Woooooo!

 

*SMACK*

 

Woooooo!

 

*SMACK*

 

Woooooo!

 

Maddix then grabs the King by the arm and starts to whip him across the ring - King notes with a great sense of relief that he’s moving toward his corner. But Landon doesn’t release - he swings the King around a full 180 degrees and sends him right back into the good guys’ corner, sternum first! The Gambling Man stumbles out backwards, and Landon runs at him from behind, grabs his head, and runs up the turnbuckle! The crowd bursts into cheers as they see what’s coming.

 

“Acid Drop coming up!” shouts Comet.

 

“Are we still allowed to call it that?”

 

But the crowd deflates as the King manages to shove Landon off as he pushes off the top! Landon notices he is no longer holding onto anything, and lands in the center of the ring. The Suicide King charges him, but Landon springs up more quickly than he anticipated, and plants a dropkick square into the center of the King‘s face! The King of Hearts stays down this time, so Landon steps over him and grabs him by the hair… only to receive a thumb to the eye for his troubles! Zenon finds himself at a poor angle, and only sees Maddix stagger away holding his face. Smelling a rat, he gets in the Suicide King’s face about it! The King attempts to demonstrate that, quite clearly, it was an ill-aimed palm strike, and it most certainly won’t happen again. Landon falls back into a neutral corner, praying that he didn’t leave anything behind on the mat.

 

“That’s dirty pool!” cries Comet, as the King shakes off the cobwebs, then moves to follow up on Landon by unleashing a steady stream of punches. He lands about a dozen blows to La Cucaracha’s midsection, then hurls him into the enemy corner! Raynor leans back to give King some room, but the Gambling Man takes the scenic route - that is, he goes out of his way to accidentally bump into the referee, earning himself some more harsh words while Tom Flesher makes good use of the tag ropes. The Superior One wraps them tightly around Maddix’s neck, choking the life out of him! Mark and Landon scream bloody murder, but the referee isn’t done with his lecture! Raynor remains motionless, watching the carnage but not participating.

 

“What’s he waiting for, a formal invitation?” chides Riley. “He’s right there, man! RIGHT THERE!”

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Tom shoots a nervous glance at Raynor, who doesn’t look too pleased, but he stays out of it. Tom looks at the referee, and quickly unwraps the rope and takes a few steps down on the apron. The ref turns to see a Landon who is decidedly more purple than he was a minute ago, and immediately he shouts accusingly at Raynor and Tom! They offer little resistance, simply shaking their heads then looking down at Landon. Maddix looks to his corner and sees his partners cheering him on, and begins to form a plan, but is interrupted as The Suicide King jerks him up from behind and bends him over backwards in an inverted headlock! The Gambling Man then drops back to drill him down onto an outstretched knee! Landon bounces off and rolls away, cradling his tender neck, and the King makes sure to quickly position himself between Maddix and his allies before following up. He drags Maddix up and wrenches his arm, takes a step back, and delivers a straight sidekick into Landon’s shoulder! Maddix tries to get away, but the King keeps hold of his arm, and yanks him back into a second sidekick straight into the armpit! He then reels Maddix in for a short-arm clothesline, followed by an insultingly lax cover!

 

ONE!

 

TW- Landon shoots his arm up off the mat! The Suicide King gets to his feet, and La Cucaracha immediately rolls away, ending up on the outside. The King sees another golden opportunity and strides to the ropes, but the referee gets in his way… exactly as planned! He wants no monkey business on the outside, and he continues to block the King’s path, allowing Tom to drop off the apron, grab Landon by the hair, drag him towards the steel post, and heave him head-first into it! Landon’s head bounces off the steel with a sickening *CLUNK*, and he spins on his heels then falls flat on the floor! Tom drags him back up by the arm and threads it underneath the bottom ropes and pulls him into the post, which he smacks shoulder-first! He then rolls Maddix back into the ring, and shoots another stern look at Raynor, who remained motionless throughout the ordeal. The King untangles his mess with Zenon, having noticed Raynor’s passivity as well, and he heads to his corner and tags the Rayn-man in! Raynor wastes no time in climbing over the ropes and quickly laying siege to Maddix’s stomach with a barrage of stomps!

 

“I guess the Suicide King figures Raynor wasn’t earning his keep on the outside,” Riley speculates.

 

“Raynor, as we know, is the forerunner of Toxxic’s attitude that regardless of what the crowd thinks of you, it is inappropriate to abuse the rules. Frankly, I respect him for it, Robert.”

 

Raynor drags Maddix up and grabs hold of his right leg and bends it, then lifts him and lets Landon’s shin drop across his extended knee! The shin breaker connects with full force, and Maddix fears he may soon understand exactly how Mark was feeling a while ago. Raynor’s focus remains on the knee as he lifts Maddix up and preps him for a second shin breaker. This time as Landon goes up, though, he flips over backwards and lands behind his foe! The very moment he catches his balance is the very same moment that Raynor fires a fierce elbow back, catching Maddix square in the jaw and surely loosening a few teeth if not cracking them outright! Landon stumbles away, holding his jaw and frantically searching for a Plan B, but before he can formulate one he finds Raynor’s arms locked around his waist. He struggles to get free, but before hee has time to react, he’s lifted up and over, and dropped straight on his head in a released German suplex! Maddix remains slumped over in an awkward position until Raynor pushes him through the roll and makes a cover!

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

TH- Maddix rolls to his side and breaks free!

 

“Dangerously close count there,” Comet points out. “If Maddix has anything in his reserve tank, he needs to use it now…”

 

The Rayn-man wastes no time in bringing Maddix back up, but Maddix quickly retaliates with a thumb to the eye!

 

“Damn it,” Riley shouts, exasperated. “I forgot that the good guys can cheat too!”

 

The crowd starts another “CHEAT TO WIN” chant as Zenon looks the other way, and Maddix uses the time he bought to position himself behind Raynor and wait. It doesn’t take long before Raynor blindly wanders into a boot to the gut and a reverse front facelock spun into a reverse bulldog to complete the Landon Eye! Maddix quickly scrambles into the cover!

 

ONE!

 

TW- Raynor kicks out! Maddix feels his second wind coming on, and he quickly pulls Raynor up and launches him into the ropes! Raynor attempts a clothesline on the rebound, but Landon easily scouts it and ducks, and as Raynor comes off the ropes a second time, he’s met with hurricanrana, his own momentum working against him! He’s spiked straight down on his head, and Landon hooks him up!

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

TH-

 

King is in the ring and Tom is just behind him when Raynor breaks free! The referee gets up off the mat and bars their path, and now knowing full well that Landon’s not above bending the rules, they quickly retreat to their corner. Meanwhile, La Cucaracha brings Raynor back to his feet and stuns him with some forearm shots, then runs for the ropes. Coming back, he crouches and springs up, soaring to amazing heights as his leg swings out straight at Raynor’s temple-

 

“Shining Wizard-”

 

“NOBODY HOME! Suck on THAT, MarkPhisto!”

 

Raynor ducks at the last possible second, and Landon crashes to the mat with a thud and an “oof”. He quickly gets back to his feet, but not fast enough - Raynor barrels into him, driving him into a neutral corner, then fires a fist-

 

- which Landon ducks, before springing out of the corner and clubs Raynor in the back! Raynor whirls around with an elbow, but Maddix doesn’t fall for the same trick twice. He ducks it, then fires straight up with an uppercut the knocks Raynor back into the corner! He takes Raynor by the arm and Irish whips him to the opposite corner, then takes a few steps back and charges, leaping once again to impressive heights-

 

“NOBODY HOME! Suck on THAT, MarkPhisto!”

 

“Whoa,” Comet says, scratching his head. “Déjà vu.”

 

Raynor moves, and Landon’s splash does nothing but knock the wind out of himself. He staggers out of the corner and right into a monstrous spinebuster! This time, rather than go for a cover, Raynor picks Maddix right back up and heaves him into the ropes. Maddix jumps before hitting them and springs off the second rope right back into Raynor, taking him down with a cross body into a cover!

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THR- Nooo! Raynor kicks out, and again the referee is forced to usher Raynor’s teammates out of the ring!

 

Landon pops upright and dashes for the ropes, hoping to land another big hit on Raynor as he’s rising - he comes off the ropes and comes barreling back, straight into a vicious Tilt-a-whirl Backbreaker! Raynor keeps his hold on Maddix and brings him up, then drives him across his knee for a second backbreaker, before letting him flop to the mat. The cover!

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THR-Landon breaks free!

 

Raynor quickly brings Landon up to his feet and throws him into the ropes. Maddix weighs the chances of ducking or leapfrogging as he begins the return trip, neither of which would help him anyway, as Raynor takes a few steps forward to catch Landon fresh off the rebound, and quickly boots him in the gut! Landon doubles over, and Raynor reaches around and locks arms around his waist, wrenches him up, and-

 

*BOOM*

 

“-Raynor absolutely destroys Landon Maddix with the gutwrench powerbomb,” Comet says with a sigh. “Under normal circumstances I’d like to believe Landon was still well within reach of turning this around, but combining Raynor’s heavy-hitting offense with Tom and the Suicide King’s willingness to cheat-”

 

“I prefer the phrase ‘Reinterpret the rules.’”

 

“… whatever. Regardless, I’m afraid Landon might not last long against these odds.”

 

Regardless, Raynor again opts not to pin. He grabs a handful of hair and drags Landon up, then shoves him into the nearby neutral corner. He grabs Maddix around the waist and hoists him up to the top rope, then climbs up after him. Mark and Edwin quickly recognize this and shout to Landon frantically - Tom and King recognize it as well, and look on with pride. Raynor moves slightly to the side of Landon and hooks his arms, then falls back-

 

“-kicking it old school with-”

 

*WHAM*

 

“-Acid Rayn, version one!” Riley cackles with unbridled glee. Landon crashes to the canvas, twitches for a moment, then goes still. Raynor finally opts for the cover this time, only halfheartedly hooking the leg. “This one is OVER~!”

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

T

H

R

E- NO! The crowd roars as Maddix shows he’s still got some fight left in him!

 

Raynor looks more than a bit perturbed, but he doesn’t slow down. He drags Maddix up by the arm and whips him across the ring into the bad guy’s corner, then charges after him and lands a giant splash! Mark and Tom drop off the apron to accommodate their partner, and as Raynor backs out of the corner, the return to their perch, eyeing the referee carefully. This time Raynor heads clear across the ring and charges again, this time with his elbow pointed out, clearly looking to facially disfigure poor La Cucaracha. As Raynor draws closer, Maddix becomes vaguely aware of his situation, notices the oncoming freight train, and dives out of the way-

 

-or tries to, but with a hand on each shoulder, Tom Flesher and the Suicide King hold him firmly in place! Raynor turns slightly before impact, driving his elbow straight between Landon’s eyes! Maddix is seeing stars, and Tom and King persuade Raynor to do it a third time - but Raynor instead grabs Landon and pulls him out of the corner, glaring a not so friendly glare at his partners!

 

“Man, what is up with him?” Riley whines. “Does the concept of ‘team player’ not mean anything anymore?”

 

“God forbid a guy try to win legitimately,” Comet counters.

 

“Blah. Dignity is so last week, Comet.”

 

Raynor grabs Maddix and, without a word, shoves him toward Edwin.

 

“What IS Raynor doing?” asks Comet. “Is he crazy?!”

 

“He just wants what’s rightfully his, Comet… Edwin MacPhisto’s head on a platter.”

 

Edwin nods slowly, then slaps Landon’s hand. He slowly enters the ring, ready once more for the showdown Raynor has waited for for two long years.

 

“This is it! This is the war that’s going to settle the score!” shouts Riley. “Edwin’s going back to England the horizontal way!”

 

As Edwin enters the ring, Raynor charges at him and nails him in the face with a big boot! Edwin, caught off-guard, staggers back, only to eat a huge spinning back elbow from Raynor! His head snaps back, and as he looks at the Rayn Man, his eyes narrow into a scowl. He turns over in his mind the idea that he had earlier tonight… that he’d just as soon finish this over coffee as with fisticuffs.

 

Unfortunately, Raynor seems to have made that choice moot.

 

Edwin comes out swinging, throwing a hard right hand that catches Raynor in the jaw! Raynor fights back, staggering Edwin with another super-stiff blow to the face! He throws a boot into Edwin’s stomach… but Edwin catches it, putting Raynor on the defensive. In the blink of an eye, though, Raynor leaves his feet, and with two years’ worth of ring rust, Edwin is unable to duck the enzuigiri! Raynor hits him hard in the back of the head, nearly decapitating him with the huge kick. The crowd goes wild, booing Raynor and cheering Edwin on. MacPhisto, however, isn’t moving.

 

“That man had his neck broken!” screams Comet. “How can you do such a thing to him? I can’t believe the length to which Raynor is willing to go to prove his dominance!”

 

Raynor looks down at the motionless MacPhisto and shakes his head. He grabs Edwin by the hair and whips him into the Carnevil corner, where the Mac Daddy is met with a cocked palm from Tom Flesher! He staggers backwards, and Alex Zenon sprints over to admonish Flesher. The Superior One professes his innocence, and Edwin stumbles around in the center. Raynor looks him over, contemplating some sort of maneuver… but does nothing. King screams at him, trying to convince him to throw him to the corner and continue the assault… but Raynor refuses once again. Instead, he simply grabs MacPhisto around the waist and lifts him off the mat, arching back and hitting a picture-perfect released German suplex! Edwin lands sickeningly on his neck and rolls to his stomach, where he lays still on the mat once again.

 

“OH MY GOD!” shrieks Comet. “I think MacPhisto is DEAD~!”

 

“Objectivity, Comet,” Riley chides smugly. “Keep in mind that you’re on the company’s payroll here.”

 

Raynor stalks around the ring, ready to move in on MacPhisto, when…

 

*SLAP*

 

Chris’s head swivels, and he sees Tom Flesher glaring at him from behind. The Superior One scowls and ducks into the ring. The crowd boos, and for just a moment, Raynor looks to them.

 

“Tom Flesher is livid, and I can’t say I blame him,” says Bobby Riley. “Tom and King go to all sorts of efforts to give Raynor the opportunity to get what he wants from Edwin, and Raynor isn’t taking the opportunity. Why should they leave him in there if he’s not going to pull his weight?!”

 

Flesher and Raynor exchange words. Meanwhile, the crowd’s cheering and chanting seems to be getting through to Edwin, who slowly starts to get to his knees. Alex Zenon shouts at Raynor to leave the ring, and the Rayn Man does so with a scowl that could kill a man. Flesher, meanwhile, moves toward MacPhisto… who catches him in the jaw with a shotei! Flesher reels backwards, and the crowd explodes for the Mac Daddy’s resurgence!

 

“Will you look at that?” shouts Comet. “Edwin MacPhisto, on the verge of defeat, comes back and hits Tom Flesher with a strike that buys him time to recover!”

 

“If Raynor had just given in and done his job, this match would have been over!” whines Riley.

 

Edwin makes it to his feet just as Flesher comes back to meet him. Flesher and MacPhisto duke it out on the center of the ring. Edwin throws a shotei that nails Flesher in the upper chest, sending Flesher back a step. The Superior One, though, grits his teeth. He steps forward, rocketing a shotei straight into MacPhisto’s neck! As Edwin staggers backwards, Flesher dives down and hammers him with a blast double-leg takedown, sending him spilling to the mat and careening into a corner! As he gets up, Flesher dives forward, sending a knee strike into Edwin’s face. The Crown Prince winces as his head snaps to the side, and Flesher merely steps back. Edwin starts to get to his feet, but is silenced by a stiff kick to the face.

 

“Tom Flesher is showing no mercy for Edwin MacPhisto,” Riley beams. “He’s a freaking barracuda tonight, and he’s not going to let Edwin go without a fight.”

 

As MacPhisto sits in the corner, Flesher plants a boot on his face. The crowd, knowing what’s coming, immediately begins to boo. He ignores them totally, scraping the sole of his Doc Marten boot so hard that the foot rockets through the ropes! Edwin’s head snaps back as he covers his face in pain, and Flesher steps back with a smirk on his face. He steps in, once again planting his boot on the Mac Daddy’s face, and once again scraping it so hard that he nearly scrapes the skin off of Edwin’s face! He takes a few steps back, then runs in at top speed to nail MacPhisto with a running Yakuza kick! He hits so hard that he has to grab the middle rope to keep his balance, but does so and regains his footing very quickly. He gets up, backs away, and golf-claps for himself.

 

This does not please the crowd.

 

Flesher grabs Edwin by his shock of hair and stands up, pulling his opponent with him. He yanks Edwin’s hair, pulling him into a front facelock. Then, he ducks under and stands up, lifting him off the mat for a vertical suplex. He holds the Mac Daddy upside down, stalling…

 

and stalling….

 

 

and stalling…

 

 

until he finally collapses to the mat, dumping MacPhisto on his head! The crowd goes silent, watching what could be the untimely end of Edwin MacPhisto. Flesher, though, doesn’t go for the fall. Instead, he stands up, smirks, and points at the sky. Immediately, the crowd begins booing mercilessly.

 

“What does he think he’s doing?” fumes Comet as Flesher lifts MacPhisto and carries him over to the neutral corner. “This maneuver could kill Edwin MacPhisto! Citizen Flesher is trying to maim this man! Where does he get off?!”

 

Tom Flesher, though, is immune to the crowd’s objections, much less Comet’s. He sets Edwin on the top rope and, without stopping for the usual Venus palm strike, scales the ropes. The crowd boos louder and louder as he gets to the top rope, finally standing tall at the top. With a smirk on his face, Flesher holds up two middle fingers, flipping off the whole crowd as he slaps on a front facelock.

 

“Come on, Flesher!” Riley shouts. “Boilermaker, baby! I want to see it NOW!”

 

On the outside, Landon Maddix and Mark Stevens are going wild, trying to bring the crowd into the match and get them to cheer Edwin on. Neither man seems to be feeling the effects of the beatings they’ve taken earlier in the night, each man focused solely on Edwin – whether to stay in the match or simply for their comrade’s well-being, we may never know.

 

Flesher tightens the facelock and tries to lift Edwin off the top… but MacPhisto hooks the top rope with his legs and stays on the turnbuckle! Frustrated, Flesher tries again, but this time the Mac Daddy lands a pair of solid blows to the stomach that stop the Superior One in his tracks! MacPhisto stands up, reaching up to hook Flesher’s head. Perched precariously at the top of the cornerpost, MacPhisto takes a deep breath before lifting his opponent and turning him upside down, then leaping off the turnbuckle and executing a textbook Falcon Arrow! The crowd goes wild as Flesher hits the mat, dazed, and Edwin desperately hooks the leg for a fall!

 

 

ONE!!!!!

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

THREE- NO!!!!!!!!! The Suicide King sprints into the ring and nails Edwin in the back of the head with a straight kick that knocks the Crown Prince off of Flesher and gives the Superior One a few moments to breathe. He isn’t, however, in much position to do anything about it.

 

Edwin, however, is, and as Alex Zenon aggressively works King back to the corner, Edwin begins slowly crawling toward his corner. He inches over, only a bit at a time, and as Zenon finally turns around, he sees….

 

SLAP

 

“LANDON MADDIX!” shouts Cyclone Comet, as the Future makes his way into the ring. He sprints toward the spread-eagled Flesher, then leaps into the air and hits a Dangerous Kneedrop on the way down! The crowd cheers its heart out as Landon rolls through, then springs to his feet to soak in their adoration. Flesher rolls to the side, stunned and trying to recover his senses. He looks up, only to see Stevens staring down at him and MacPhisto shaking off the cobwebs. From behind, Landon charges in and dropkicks Flesher in the back, sending him staggering into the corner chest-first. He backs away, and Flesher turns around. He takes one step out of the corner, then another, and then flops impotently onto his face.

 

As always, this draws an inexplicable cheer from the crowd.

 

Flesher starts to pull himself to his feet, only to have Landon Maddix hook him around the thigh and head! Tom struggles to escape, but Maddix takes advantage of his lost equilibrium by arching backwards and dumping him straight onto his head! He releases Flesher, who rolls through and pops up to his feet. With glazed eyes, Flesher lunges at Maddix, hammering him with a lariat! Flesher then collapses to the mat, his chest heaving as Landon tries to shake off the impact of the strike!

 

“Flesher’s fighting spirit shows through once again,” shills Riley. “He can always get that last blow in when he needs to, and you HAVE to respect that.”

 

“I respect Citizen Flesher’s in-ring ability, but no sane man would respect his lack of ethics,” says Comet gravely. “Taamo is not a man I’d like any of my Southeast Asian children to grow up with.”

 

“You have kids?!”

 

“Probably.”

 

Landon, the less injured of the pair, gets up – though quite slowly. He takes a moment to catch his breath before grabbing Flesher by the head and pulling him to his feet. The Superior One is in no position to resist as Landon whips him to the opposite side of the ring. Using the last moment to take a deep breath, La Cucaracha stands at the ropes as Flesher charges toward him. He ducks down, heaving the Superior One over the top and to the concrete! Flesher hits hard, but, seeming to know the importance of the match, digs deep. He gets up as Landon runs across the ring, preparing to shoot himself over the top.

 

“Landon Maddix is going to take to the air!” shouts Comet. “This is what the fans are here for! They want to see the best athletes of this generation, the one before it, and the one to follow, giving their all for the fans!”

 

Landon sprints toward the ropes and leaps over the top rope, planting his feet on it and springing off! Flesher looks up and, with terror in his eyes, spreads his arms to try to catch Maddix! He moves around, looking to catch the Future as he falls toward him! As Landon completes his Spaceman Plancha… the Superior One simply sidesteps, and Maddix gets a mush full of concrete.

 

“Ouch,” murmurs Riley. “That’s Excedrin headache number 22, right there.”

 

Flesher snickers, mouthing, “I can’t believe they still fall for that.” From there, he rolls into the ring and leans on the ropes, watching Maddix as he lays on the concrete.

 

Maddix, though, also realizes the importance of the match, and he too is up to his feet in much less than the usual time. Flesher knocks him back down, though, grabbing the middle rope and swinging his Docs out at the youngster! Maddix careens backwards, unable to block the dropkick. Flesher backs into the ring, once again taking hold of the rope. As Maddix gets up, he’s met once again with a dropkick to the face, and once again collapses to the outside. The Superior One gets up and, in a self-satisfied manner, dusts off his hands as if he’d actually accomplished something.

 

He takes a few steps back, making sure to keep an eye on Landon. As soon as Landon grabs the ring skirt, Tom gets into his stance, and springs into action as soon as Maddix’s head peeks up over the apron. He shoots his feet at Maddix, hitting a baseball slide dropkick! Instead of pushing him back, though, Flesher locks his ankles behind Maddix’s head and reclines on the mat. After a moment to make sure the scissors grip is sound, Flesher rolls to the side and pulls Maddix with him, sending the young cruiserweight head over heels and slamming him to the concrete! Zenon shouts at Flesher to let Maddix back into the ring, and Flesher offers to go one better. He rolls out of the ring, grabbing Maddix by the shoulders and escorting him into the ring. The crowd boos, but Flesher rolls him in safely and plants him in the center of the ring. Then, he moves to the corner once again.

 

“One would think,” says Comet, “that Citizen Flesher’s bad luck earlier in the match would prevent him from going to the top rope once again. In any event, he’s never had very good luck with high flyers, as one may recall from his epic loss to the Wildchild at Clusterfuck in the match that brought the Cruiserweight Title into existence.”

 

“Ah, shut yer hole,” says Riley. “He just wants to finish this match in style.”

 

Flesher perches on the top rope, then raises his hands high. He pauses to soak in the boos of the crowd, and then leaps forward into a somersault! He seems to hover in the air, turning gracefully and falling toward the vulnerable body of Landon Maddix, before finally crashing to the mat!

 

And Landon rolls out of the way.

 

The crowd bursts into cheers as Flesher hits nothing but canvas, slamming in and shaking the ringposts! King shakes his head as Landon gets up to his feet, knowing that he’ll never have a chance like this again. He lifts Flesher to his feet and whips him into the corner, then follows him in with a running avalanche! Flesher staggers forward, but Landon keeps him in the corner and wraps one arm around his shoulders. He turns to the corner, trying to get in position for the Crash Landon… but Flesher shrugs him off! He throws Maddix to the center of the ring, only to have the Future of the SWF charge at him and hit him in the face with a dropkick! Flesher’s head snaps back, and once again, Landon tries to set up the Crash Landon. Tom, desperate, throws palm strike after palm strike to shake Landon off, but simply can’t muster the strength! Finally, with a scream, Flesher pulls a hand back, closes his fist, and rocks Landon with a stiff right cross that catches him off-guard! The fans boo loudly as Flesher’s face hangs, with even the Superior One himself not sure that he just threw a punch.

 

“A punch! Citizen Flesher is on the ropes now, surely, as he’s resorted to using a closed fist for only the second time in his career!”

 

“Oh, did something happen? My monitor went out.”

 

Alex Zenon, however, is sure. He steps in and shouts at Flesher, admonishing him for using an illegal closed fist. Flesher argues, trying to save his skin, with his whole heart and soul on the line as he worries about being disqualified for only the second use of a punch in his career. As he tries to plead his case, Landon Maddix slides in behind him and hammers him with an uppercut between the thighs! Flesher immediately doubles over in pain, and Zenon looks down with a scowl at Maddix. La Cucaracha simply feigns innocence, and Zenon, having not seen anything, is unable to do anything about it.

 

“COME ON! That’s a DQ if I ever saw one!” cries Riley. “Would you call it, ref? Would you?”

 

“I wouldn’t be too keen on that, Robert,” says Comet. “I believe that you’ll have to answer to Mr. Zenon in the morning.”

 

With Flesher neutralized, Maddix once more locks a hand around his shoulders, and this time backs into the corner unimpeded. He climbs to the second rope, and… almost in slow motion… leaps off the turnbuckle. He spins around, executing the tornado Downward Spiral with pinpoint accuracy and slamming Flesher into the mat with such force that the two foes bounce off the canvas! Landon makes the cover, and as the Suicide King leans into the ring, Mark Stevens steps in. He stares King down, almost daring him to break up the pin.

 

“Raynor won’t cheat,” says Cyclone Comet, “and with the Suicide King neutralized by his once best friend…”

 

Alex Zenon makes the count.

 

 

ONE!!!!!

 

 

 

TWO!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

DING DING DING!!!!

 

 

The crowd bursts into a “CHEAT TO WIN! CHEAT TO WIN!” chant and generally goes absolutely apeshit as Landon Maddix leaps off the canvas, jumping for joy at his win over one of the greatest superstars in SWF history! Zenon smirks at King as Chris Raynor simply hangs his head, disappointed. Edwin sprints into the ring, joining Zenon, Stevens and Landon in the center, over Tom Flesher’s motionless body. The four men join hands and raise them in the air as Funyon makes the announcement.

 

“Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of this match… the team of ‘Grand Slam’ Mark Stevens, Edwin MacPhisto, and LANDOOOOOON MAAAAAAAAAAAADDIX~!”

 

Landon screams with emotion as his name is announced as the winner. He jumps in the air, leaping into Grand Slam and hugging him! The Carnival team celebrates, with Flesher unmoving.

 

On the outside, the Carnevil team is in sharp contrast. The Suicide King is livid, screaming, kicking the ropes and swearing at the top of his lungs. Chris Raynor numbly walks down the steps, where Allison Onita waits to console him with an embrace.

 

“Ladies and gentlemen, we have seen a momentous occasion this evening!” shouts Cyclone Comet, trying to be heard over the din of the crowd. “Landon Maddix, someone Tom Flesher dismissed as nothing but a ‘face to be named later’ in Mark Stevens’ playbook, has secured the win over Flesher himself to win the match for his team! MacPhisto, Stevens, and, yes, Maddix emerge victorious tonight, and Tom Flesher is the one to finish the match on his back! Can tonight get any more intense? We’ll find out next, as the SWF World Championship is on the line!”

 

The camera continues rolling as the Carnival team, still celebrating, makes its way up the ramp to a huge ovation.

[frisco 0]

The sold out Rose Bowl burst into cheers as a geyser of glowing pyro’s explodes under the SmartTron. The cameras’ slowly pan over the packed Rose Bowl as hundreds of eager faces push towards the lenses in a desperate effort to get on TV. On this particular evening there are hundreds of signs on display as the Pasadena crowd is clearly jacked for Genesis V. In the background an uninspired mix of hip-hop music pounds over the stadium speakers as Cyclone Comet goes for the mike.

 

 

“Welcome back to S.W.F.Genesis V”, Comet screams as the audience cheers his every word. “This crowd is pumped up because they can feel the electricity in the air tonight…” he continues as Bob Riley silently checks out a guy in the front row.

 

“I’m pumped up… are you pumped up?” Comet exclaims as a wry smile flashes across Reillys’ face.

 

“Oh I’m pumped all right,” he quips as he returns his focus to the man in the front row.

 

While Reillys’ attention is diverted, Cyclone Comet reaches into his coat pocket and removes one of the new 6-inch SWF Action figures. A cynical expression appears on his partners’ face as he catches a glimpse of the toy; the likeness of Jamie Drazon is apparent. He glances at the action figures biologically inaccurate genital region and shakes his head dismissively.

 

“That can’t be Jamie Drazon,” he blurts.

 

“It hard-core Jamie Drazon with Kung-Fu grip!” Comet replies as Riley snickers at the mini horror-core legend. “It’s one of six new SWF action figures coming to stores this Christmas,” he continues as Riley gets a good chuckle from his hyperbole.

 

“Oh, Comet you’re so pathetic!”

 

 

The flicker of random, popping flashbulbs illuminates the ring area as the stadiums’ lights begin to dim. The always-Dapper Funyon briskly approaches the ring. The crowd- recognizing his appearance indicates the next match will soon be underway- gives the man with the bow tie an ovation.

 

“The following Contest is an over-the-top rope BATTLE ROYAL!!!” Funyon exclaims as the crowd settles into their respective seats. “Allow me to introduce the participants…”

 

 

“Tearing Everybody Down” by Anti-Flag kicks up as a wall of red pyros cascade down from the SmarkTron and blankets the front entrance ramp. The crowd turns its attention to the big man walking out from behind the velvet curtains. The music blares as the camera zooms in on the cocky face of Danny Dagda, as he struts his way towards the ring. He hesitates briefly as the camera closes in, and then gives a quick wink while he runs his hand through his gelled, black hair.

 

“That mans’ a monster!” Comet blurts as Riley locks his eyes on the physical specimen.

 

“Monster my ass!” Riley retorts as he spots Dagdas’ emerald green eyes. “A body like that belongs in a museum!”

 

As Dagda reaches the ring he confidently rolls under the ropes and heads to the far side turnbuckle. He pulls off his black T-shirt and tosses it into the stands as he quickly mounts the corner turnbuckle. With the crowd looking on, Dagda strikes a ridiculously ripped pose that generates a big pop from the audience, and a quiet flutter from Bob Reilly’s’ heart.

 

 

“Weighting in at 275 pounds he hails from Newark New Jersey, ladies and gentlemen…DAANNY DAAGDDAA!!”

 

“Danny Dagda is making an impressive entrance in his second SWF match” Comet chimes in, as Riley is quick to interrupt.

 

 

“And on what a stage…Genesis V!!”

 

 

The lights dim and an explosion of green pyrotechnics rock the entrance area. The lights come back on as an eerie green light bathes the arena. Andrea Montgomery steps out as No Doubts' “Just a Girl” plays over the speakers. The crowd cheers wildly as the familiar figure emerges from under the SmartTron and onto the entrance ramp.

 

”She weights in at 143 pounds and hails from Biloxi, Mississippi…ladies and gentlemen give a round of applause for AAANDREAA MONTGOMERRRYYY!!!”

 

 

Andrea steps through the shower of green sparks as she confidently walks down the entrance ramp. Hundreds of open hands wave out in an effort to get a high-five from the popular superstar. A smile graces her face as she is more than willing to oblige. The beloved superstar always enjoys the crowds and on this night—and on this stage—she makes no exception.

 

“Where’s bird brain?” Riley mocks as Montgomery electrifyingly launches herself into the ring.

 

“I don’t believe he’s involved in this particular match, Robert” Comet says condescendingly as Riley calls for a drink.

 

As Montgomery stands in her corner she removes her black-tinted shades and leather jacket. She locks eyes on the threatening Danny Dagda as she warily hands her jacket to a ring attendant.

 

“Weighting in at 124 pounds and hailing from Okinawa Japan…. The Dragon, CAAANDACE OKIMMURRA!!!”

 

A geyser of yellow pyro’s explodes from the entranceway as David Bowies.” China Girl” cranks over the speakers. The audience gives a round of hesitant applause as Candace appears at the entranceway.

 

“What the hell is she doing here?” Riley blurts as a concession man brings him his soda.

 

“Well she’s on the card, Robert,” The spandex superhero explains as Riley starts into his drink.

 

“She also left the federation!” Riley exclaims as the diminutive Asian makes her way to the ring.

 

“She’s still under contract for her final match at Genesis,” Comet offers as Riley does a double take at the now mask less Dragon. “But I’m sure this will be the last you see of Citizen Okimura”

 

 

“Well then good riddance!” Riley barks.

 

As a fog lifts from the non-stop pyro’s Candace moves quickly to the ring and joins the other wrestlers. She seems deeply focused on the match and goes immediately to her corner to limber up. As she stretches she keeps her eyes locked on the menacing Danny Dagda who seems ready to attack anything in sight.

 

“What’s the deal with that mask anyway?” Riley asks as Comet looks on with a puzzled expression.

 

“Perhaps Citizen Candace has super healing powers!”

 

 

The arena dims down to solid darkness. After a few moments… allowing the hushes and the comments to pass... Marilyn Manson's "Dope Hat" hits the speakers to a loud ovation. Jamie Drazon walks through the curtains and looks out over the sea of faces in the Rose Bowl.

 

“Weighting in at 243 pounds he hails from Vancouver B.C. Ladies and gentlemen allow me to introduce the S.W.F’s resident hardcore maniac…JAAAMIE DRAZZZONN!!!”

 

 

After observing the crowd briefly. Drazon heads straight towards the ring with a look of determination on his face. A few brave souls in the audience extend their hands in an effort to make contact with the hard-core legend but their efforts are ignored. Drazon rolls quickly into the ring and heads to his corner. He cracks his neck left, then right as he loosens up for the match. The moment Drazon prepares himself in his corner Danny Dagna makes a beeline to him and immediately gets into his face.

 

As Drazon focuses his attention to the cocky rookie he remains composed. He merely locks his steely eyes on Dagda as the cocky grappler unloads a barrage of trash talk at the SWF resident legend. Jamie Drazon remains quiet, content to wait until the match begins to respond.

 

“This is fantastic” Riley chuckles as he seems deeply caught up in the action.

 

“Citizen Dagna appears to be going after Jamie Drazon, Robert!” Comet offers as Riley pauses to take a swig from his beverage.

 

“I hope he’s hungry because he’s going to be eating these words in a little while” Riley quips as he focuses on the two men. “I don’t think it’s too smart to get in the face of an established veteran, especially a legend like Jamie Drazon.”

 

The crowd chortles as referee Nick Lumas enters the ring and attempts to direct Dagda to his corner. The big man refuses to budge at inch as he continues to trash talk his adversary. A look of frustration crosses his face referee Lumas gestures to Funyon for his closing comments.

 

“This match is an over the top rope Battle Royal!” he begins as the crowd rises to their feet in anticipation. “The winner of this match will become the number one contender for the S.W.F. title of their choice!!!”

 

As Funyon quickly moves away from the action referee Lumas signals for the bell

 

DING DING DING

 

No sooner does the bell ring that Dagna fires a round house right at Drazon. To his surprise Drazon is quicker and ducks the punch while firing a series of hard shots of his own to Dagna’s jaw. The big man steps back from the onslaught as Drazon fires a fierce kick to his midsection. The impact doubles the rookie over where he is met with a powerful clothesline from the horrorcore legend. Dagda goes to the mat hard.

 

From her corner of the ring Andrea Montgomery notices Candace is momentarily distracted by the action between Drazon and Dagda. This provides her with an opportunity to fire a lightning quick missile-drop kick to Candace’s back. The impact drives the daydreaming Dragon to the ground very early in the match. She immediately pounces on her downed foe and unloads a flurry of punches to Candace’s’ head.

 

“Oh, Catfight!” Reilly blurts as Andrea unloads on the Dragon.

 

Jamie Drazon unleashes a series of thunderous kicks to the head and shoulder area of the fallen Dagna. Drazon screams aloud as each kick hits its’ mark with lethal accuracy. The look of pain on the rookies face is obvious. As Dagda struggles to get back to his feet Drazon slips behind him and locks him around the waist, then unloads with a thunderous German Suplex, making Dagda’s head and shoulders bounce off the mat as the crowd begins a loud chant

 

HORROR-CORE

HORROR-CORE

HORROR-FUCKING-CORE

 

Drazon shoots back to his feet as he maintains the waist lock on Dagda. The crowd continues their cheer as Drazon fires another German that once again punishes the head and neck of the rookie.

 

“I guess Dagda’s not talking much trash now!” Reilly snips as Andrea pulls Candace up by her raven black hair and fires the diminutive Asian hard to the ropes. The Dragon springboards her rebound and surprises Montgomery with a flying elbow to the jaw that sends Andrea down quickly.

 

Across the ring Drazon pulls up Danny Dagda and prepares to hit him with yet another German. In the corner of his eye Dagda can see the referee focusing his attention on Candace and Andreas’ battle. He seizes the opportunity to stall Drazons' offense and quickly fires his right leg backwards and kicks Drazon in the balls.

 

“Blasted that Dagda just gave an illegal kick to Citizen Drazon!” Cyclone exclaims as Reilly smiles at the move.

 

“It’s only illegal if the referee catches it!”

 

As Drazon is momentarily slowed from the kick Dagda quickly hits him with a monstrous clothesline that slams Drazon down. The impact bounces the horror-core legend several inches off the mat as Drazon immediately grabs at his lower back in pain. A look of rage darts from the eyes of the less-than happy Danny Dagda.

 

“Oh, My” Cyclone states as he witnesses the rookie’s power. “That was quite the impact from Danny Dagda”

 

 

Candace quickly hits a rolling thunder on the downed Montgomery as the crowd cheers the highflying maneuver. They rise to their feet as Candace pulls Montgomery up in an attempt to toss her from the ring. To the Dragons surprise Andrea counter by grabbing Candace by her head and nailing her with a jawbreaker.

 

“That will slow her down!” Reilly snorts as he moves onto his Nachos. Cyclone Comet keeps his eyes on the fight between Candace and Andrea, while trying to stay focused on the fighting between Drazon and Dagda. Inside the ring referee Lumas seems to be having an equally tough time maintaining order as the match has turned into a wild affair.

 

Dagda lumbers over to the fallen Jamie Drazon and drops a hard knee right between his eyes. He smiles sinisterly as Drazon is rocked by the impact. Dagda slowly pulls up Drazon and grabs him tight around the waist and locks him in a punishing bear hug. The crowd roars as he tightens his vice-like grip around the waist of the horror-core legend. As Drazon struggles to escape, Dagda quickly switches tactics and nails him with a brutal belly-to-belly suplex.

 

 

 

“Strong belly-to-belly suplex from Danny Dagda” shouts Comet as Reilly monitors the pained reaction on Drazon’s face. Once again Drazon grabs at his back in pain. This time the arrogant Dagda fires a series of punishing knee’s into the small of Drazons' back.

 

Andrea Montgomery grabs Candace by her left arm and raises it in the air. As the Dragon attempts to regroup from the previous jawbreaker, Andrea fires a sharp kick to Candace’s ribs. The impact is instantly reflected as Candace winces in pain. Andrea raises Candace by the scruff of the neck and tosses her to the ropes as she goes flying over the top rope.

 

“She’s done,” blurts Reilly with a smile, but his optimism is premature as Candace grabs the top rope with frantic desperation on the way out. The crowd cheers, as Candace is able to avoid the arena floor and elimination. Far less impressed with the Dragons handiwork is Andrea Montgomery who charges at her to finish the job. The Dragon notices the charging amazon and drops to the ring apron. She is careful to maintain her grip on the top rope as she brings it down with her. A look of surprise flashes over Andrea’s face as she sails over the top rope.

 

“Now Andrea is out”, barks Reilly as once again his prediction proves inaccurate. Montgomery also grabbed the top rope to save herself from elimination. The crowd roars as both Andrea and Candace remain precariously situated on the narrow ring apron.

 

“Well it would appear that either Citizen Andrea or Candace will be eliminated” Comet chimes in as both ladies get to their feet on the apron. They each grab the top rope as Andrea fires a sharp chop to the chest of Candace. The impact wobbles the Dragon who shakes it off before responding with a speedy palm strike of her own to Montgomery’s chest. The impact wobbles Andrea who responds with another nasty chop to Candace. As she prepares a follow up chop she eats a stinging palm strike across her throat. A grimace appears over Andrea’s face as she pulls herself back into the ring to regroup. The Dragon—realizing that the limited ring-apron real estate is not conducive to longevity in the match—leaps to the top rope and fires a flying drop kick to Andrea Montgomery.

 

“Impressively, both Andrea and Candace have managed to avoid elimination”

 

“I’m not impressed,” barks Reilly. “I was hoping both those jerks got tossed!”

 

As Danny Dagda continues to ignore both Andrea and Candace he directs his attention to the far more formidable Jamie Drazon. A crazed smile graces his face as he assumes a three-point stance in the corner of the ring. The crowd reacts as Drazon begins to get to his feet. Silently Dagda measures his opponent, as his intentions are clear. The moment Drazon lifts himself off the mat Dagda fires a jarring spear at him.

 

SHIT!

 

A heartbeat before the collision Drazon leap frogs the charging rookie. The crowd roars as Dagda goes flying through the ropes and crashes hard on the arena floor.

 

“Hit the showers rookie!” Reilly blurts as Dagda rolls in pain at ringside. The referee approaches Dagda he emphatically gestures for him to leave the ring area. A scowl appears on Dagda’s face as both men get into a heated argument.

 

“Citizen Dagda is really getting into it with referee Lumas” understates Comet as Reilly holds back a chuckle.

 

“Why not, you can’t fight Drazon you might as well fight the referee!”

 

Outside the ring the referee and Dagda continue to argue as Andrea Montgomery fires a blazing missile drop kick to the popliteal area of Jamie Drazon’s left knee. The impact immediately drops Drazon to the ground as Candace joins in with a baseball slide to the side of the horror-core legends head.

 

“Hey there double teaming him!” Reilly barks as Drazon grabs at his head.

 

“That would appear to be a sound strategy in this match!” Comet explains.

 

Andrea quickly attacks Drazons’ left leg as Candace launches an impressive Rolling Thunder on the fallen grappler. The crowd shows its appreciation, as it appears a distinct possibility that Jamie Drazon will soon be eliminated from the contest.

 

The referee rolls back to the ring as Danny Dagda ominously circles the ring area. The smirk on Dagda’s face clearly indicates something is amiss.

 

“What is that idiot grinning about?” Reilly exclaims as the crowd continues to blast the rookie.

 

YOU SUCK

YOU SUCK

YOU SUUUUUCK!!!

 

“It’s very unusual that the referee did not order Citizen Dagda to leave the ring area!” Comet understates.

 

Inside the ring Andrea and Candace pull up the shaken Jamie Drazon. They both take a side as they attempt to give the resident legends a double suplex. As they grab at Drazon he quickly wraps his arms around both their heads and counters with a nasty

 

DOUBLE DDT

 

“Yowzaaa!!” Reilly yells as both Candace and Andrea are shocked by the move. Jamie Drazon takes a step foreward, and then falls to his knees as he is clearly spent from the action. He grabs at his left knee as it is throbbing in pain. As Drazon desperately tries to capitalize on his momentary advantage his uncooperative limb frustrates him. He slowly forces his way to his feet as Candace and Andrea Montgomery attempt to do likewise.

 

“Move it, Drazon” Reilly exclaims over his Nacho’s as the SWF legend heads to the fallen Andrea Montgomery. He grabs her by the hair and pulls her to her knee’s as Candace shoots a chop block to the back of his left leg.

 

“Damn that Dragon!” Reilly barks as Drazon falls back to the mat.

 

Once again the two ladies in the ring unleash a stomping session of Jamie Drazon. They both unload with a flurry of kicks to his head, back and neck like a group of birds attacking a single worm. As Drazon lie prone in the center of the ring Andrea motions for Candace to step back. A smile flashes across her face as she leaps to the top rope and nails a Lion Sault on Drazon. The crowd cheers the high-flying maneuver as the ladies quickly pull Drazon to his feet and toss him over the top rope.

 

“Now Drazon is out!” Barks Reilly as his streak on inaccuracy continues. Once Drazon cleared the top rope he quickly locked his arm around it to stave off elimination. The crowd roars as Danny Dagda runs towards the teetering Jamie Drazon. While Dagda approaches he is met with a thunderous toe kick to the skull as Drazon holds the top rope in desperation.

Inside the ring both Andrea and Candace desperately try to dislodge the horror-core legends grip. Drazon responds with a brutal palm strike to the side of Andreas’ head. As she collapses to the mat Drazon fires another brutal strike that knocks Candace down as well. He quickly pulls himself back into the ring as the crowd rises to their feet

 

HORROR-CORE

HORROR-CORE

HORROR-FUCKING-CORE

 

As Drazon senses the tide turning he pulls Andrea up by the hair and slips behind her. A daze appears on her face as she tries to regroup from the previous Shotei. Drazon does not help matters as he sends her back to the mat with a punishing German suplex.

 

“Jamie Drazon will show those little bitches whose boss now” Reilly barks as he is clearly enjoying watching Drazon beat down the competition.

 

Drazon brings Andrea back to her feet only to return her to the mat with another German Suplex. Montgomery looks like a rag doll as Drazon gives her a crash course at the hard-core school of wrestling. His baby blue eyes practically dance with excitement as he once again brings her up, then back down to the mat with a third German.

 

“Holy Hat-trick Citizen Andrea is indeed in dire straights!” the spandex super hero blurts as Drazon stands over the fallen Andrea Montgomery. The crowd in the stadium roar as he bends over to pick up Andrea when…

 

CRASH

 

Candace runs in and nails Drazon with Tornado DDT.

 

“Damn that Dragon!” Reilly reiterates as Candace goes on the attack against the fallen Drazon.

 

On the outside Danny Dagda quietly rolls under the bottom rope. The crowd immediately screams at the insidious entry as Dadga quietly measures the Dragon.

 

“What in fuck is he doing back in there?” Reilly questions as Comet fiddles with his headset. A pained expression quickly passes over Cyclone Comets’ face as he hears Reilly drop the F bomb.

 

Thank god it’s a PPV

 

“The only thing I can guess is that he didn’t go over the top rope earlier” Comet replies as referee Lumas does nothing to stop the ominous Dagda from continuing in the match.

 

As Candace begins to get a rally going it is immediately bought to an ending as Dagda nails her with a powerful clothesline. The Dragon quickly bounces to the mat and Dagda immediately hoists up Drazon. He fires a series of thunderous knees into Drazons’ gut then shoots the hard-core legend to the ropes. Drazon once again goes over the top rope

 

“And Drazon is…” Reilly says before he remembers his earlier predictions, “…. in trouble!”

 

Once again Drazon saves himself by grabbing the top rope. He pulls himself back into the ring only to eat a hard right hand from Dagda. Drazon falls motionless to the mat as Dagda gyrates over his fallen body.

 

“What in the name of god is Citizen Dagda doing now?” Comet blurts as the big man continues to dance for the crowd.

 

“Don’t know, maybe the Macarena!”

 

After satisfactorily annoying the crowd Dagda returns his attention to the fallen Drazon. He pulls Drazon up to his knees and forces her head between Dagda’s legs. A sick smile cracks on his face as he hoists Drazon high into the air

 

CRAAAASHHH

 

The ring shakes as Dagda splatters Drazon to the mat with a horrific power bomb.

 

“Holy Shit!” Reilly exclaims as he drops a Nacho on his pin stripped suit. “I think he just killed Drazon!”

 

ASS-HOLE

ASS-HOLE

ASS-HOOOOOLE!!!

 

As Drazon lie lifeless in the ring once again Dagda starts gyrating over his opponent. He slowly walks to Drazons’ head and coughs up a thick, slimy, disgusting copious glob of paramount disrespect and spits it directly in the horror-core legends face. The crowd explodes at the heinous action as Dagda once again does his pathetic Hulk Hogan schtick.

 

“Danny Dagda is a reprehensible atrocity of a human being!” Comet yells as Dagda is basking in the love-fest.

 

“I’m kind of warming to the guy.”

 

On the mat Drazon slowly opens his eyes. A furious look is etched on his face as he runs his hands over the phlegm ball dripping off his right cheek. He grits his teeth, as he looks ready to explode at any second.

Dagda grabs Drazon by the scruff of the neck and pulls him up. The crowd continues to vent their disdain for the obnoxious Dagda as Drazon fires a tremendous right hand to Dagda. The Mike Tyson-esque punch lands directly on his opponents jaw and sends the big man crashing to the mat instantly.

 

“Tremendous comeback by Citizen Drazon” Comet screams as Drazon fires a series of devastating kicks to Dagda’s head and neck area. He pulls the rookie up and sends him hard to the ropes. The audience screams aloud as Dagda goes sailing over the top rope!!

 

“Citizen Dagda is eliminated!!!” Comet squeals with glee. The smile soon fades from his face as he realizes Dagda grabbed the ropes on the way out and was able to avoid elimination.

 

“He didn’t hit the floor. Don’t jump the gun and say he’s eliminated” Reilly lectures.

 

As Drazon realizes that Dagda is still in the match he runs to the ropes and unloads a series of hard rights to his head. The grip of Dagda tightens on the rope as he refuses to go down without a fight. The crowd raises the roof, as they clearly would like nothing better than to see Dagda tossed unceremonially to the floor. Drazon leans by the top rope and grabs Dagda’s hands and locks onto his thumbs; a smile graces his face as he tries to dislodge—or at least dislocate—the uncooperative digits.

 

As Drazon leans across the top rope he suddenly feels it give way. The crowd screams as Drazon slips over the top rope and goes sailing to the arena floor. The referee quickly motions for the hardcore legend to go to the back as Candace moves away from the ropes. Drazon face turns flush as he realizes it was the Dragon who pulled down the top rope and got him eliminated. As he stewed outside the ring Dagda quickly pulled himself back in. The rookie shoots a quick smile to the pissed off Drazon as he storms back to the dressing room.

 

“Were down to three” says Comet as he demonstrated his keen mathematical skills.

 

As Candace turns Andrea Montgomery greets her. She points in the direction of Dagda as Candace quickly nods in agreement. The two fire a quick double clothesline that drops the rookie to the mat. He is once again greeted by a series of kicks to the head and neck region and both ladies unload on the fallen opponent.

 

“I’m not sure these two will be able to throw Dagda over the top rope!” says Reilly as he notes Dagda’s tremendous weight advantage. “I mean the rookie is huge!”

 

As Dagda begins to turn to his back Candace immediately leaps to the top turnbuckle. The crowd cheers wildly as the high flyer takes to the air with an electrifying

 

CORKSCREW LION SAULT

 

Dagda winches in pain at the impact and quickly rolls back to his stomach. The pain in his ribs resonates throughout his body as he crawls in a snake like motion towards his corner. The journey is cut short as Andrea Montgomery fires a baseball slide kick to his skull.

 

“If they can get him up this might be over!” Cyclone Comet states as Andrea and Candace bring the big man up to his feet. A glazed look is on his face as the girls prepare for their next move. The crowd goes wild as Andrea and Candace launch a double drop kick to the chest of Danny Dagna. The impact sends the big man crashing to the mat. The crowd cheers as Andrea and Candace exchange a high five as they continue to combine their forces against their common adversary.

 

DAGDA SUCKS

DAGDA SUCKS

DAGDA SUUUUUCKS!!!!!

 

“It appears the ladies have decided to team up against Danny Dagda!” Cyclone explains as Candace and Andrea both unload a series of kicks to the downed rookie.

 

“We’ll see how far that gets them!” Reilly snorts.

 

While Dagda struggles to recover from the attack, Andrea steps back from the action. The Dragon quickly launches a Lion Sault on Dagda that appears to rock the big man. As Candace bounces to her feet she fires a series of kicks to Dagda’s back. In her corner Andrea carefully measures Candace for an assault of her own. The moment Candace turns to face her partner/adversary she is met by a savage clothesline.

 

“Holy Benedict Arnold!” Comet blurts as Candace is driven to the ground. “Andrea just turned on her partner!”

 

“This isn’t a tag-team match!” Reilly chuckles. “There are no partners in a battle royal!”

 

Andrea pulls Candace up and shoots a quick kick to the pit of her stomach. She sends the Dragon hard to the ropes and pauses to await her return. As Candace rebounds Andrea fires a hard clothesline

 

WHIFF

 

Candace quickly ducks under the wild shot and uses Andrea’s momentum against her. As Andrea turns Candace grabs her by the neck and counters the missed clothesline with a falling

 

NECKBREAKER

 

The crowd pops as Andrea Montgomery is momentarily stunned by the move. She digs deep as she struggles back to her feet but does not notice Candace preparing a welcome party for her

 

BUZZSAW KICK

 

Andrea’s head snaps back at the impact as the Dragon takes charge of the match.

 

CAND---ACE

CAND---ACE

CAND---ACE

 

“That was a significant impact on that move!” the spandex crusader offers as Reilly just shrugs it off.

 

“Big deal”

 

The Dragon reaches down and grabs Andrea by the scruff of the neck and fires a hard kick to her abdomen. As she doubles over Candace moves into position and quickly sets her up for the most unusual move she has done to date in her SWF career

 

OSAKA STREET CUTTER

 

A look of surprise flashes over Andreas face as the diminutive Asian hoists her into the air and nails her with the powerful reverse stunner. The crowd responds is shock at the move as Danny Dagna struggles to his feet at the other corner of the ring.

 

“How could that bitch do that move to Andrea?” Reilly huffs. As he realizes he is talking about Andrea Montgomery he corrects himself

 

“Oh, never mind”

 

As Dagda begins to regroup Candace grabs the stunned Andrea Montgomery by the scruff of her neck and the seat of her pants and flings her hard over the top rope and out of the ring. The crowd explodes as the match is now down to two participants.

 

 

“That god she’s gone”, Reilly exclaims. “I never liked her anyway!”

 

“It looks like Citizen Andrea has been taking flying lessons from the ghetto bird!” Comet chuckles as Reilly raises his brow.

 

“Weak!”

 

Candace turns her attention at the ominous Danny Dagda. The big man appears somewhat stunned as he leans at the ropes. The crowd begins to chant, as it appears Candace might be able to fire a missile drop kick and send him over the top rope as well.

 

CAND---ACE

CAND---ACE

CAND---ACE

 

The Dragon quickly fires a well-aimed drop kick that lands flush on the jaw of Danny Dagda. The big man teeters near the top rope but the impact from the waifish Candace is not enough to send him over. As Candace gets back to her feet Dagda shakes off the effects of the drop kick and moves towards the center of the ring. A wide grin clovers his face as he sizes up his diminutive opponent.

 

“Oh boy this is gonna be good!” Reilly snickers as Candace assumes her Dragon stance. A look of concern clearly etched on her face. “She just pissed him off!”

 

As Dada moves right Candace moves left in a quick back peddling motion. Her eyes lock on his waist as she tries to anticipate his next move. The cocky Dagda takes his time as he catches his breath from the previous action. The crowd quiets to a low growl as Candace fires a quick spinning kick at Dagda. The well rested rookie quickly side steps the kick in a fluid motion as he begins to talk smack to the feisty Dragon.

 

“This Citizen Dagda is certainly arrogant” Comet understates.

 

“And why not? It’s not like Candace is going to hurt him!”

 

Candace fires another quick spinning kick, which again misses the mark. The menacing Danny Dagda again sidesteps the move as he continues to taunt the Dragon. She responds with a flurry of palm strikes that connect sharply on the much larger Dagda, but do not seem to have much power behind them. As the crowd looks on intently Dagda launches a blistering clothesline that nearly decapitates Candace. The impact blasts her off her feet and sends her crashing to the mat in a crumpled pile. As Dagda slowly struts over to the fallen Dragon the crowd voices their appreciation for his efforts

 

YOU SUCK!

YOU SUCK!

YOU SUUUUUCK!!!!

 

As the crowd continues their serenade Dagda arrogantly raises his hand to his ear with yet another Hulk Hogan impersonation. A sinister smirk covers his face as he basks in the chorus of hatred from the Pasadena crowd. On the mat Candace lie motionless as her eyes glaze over. She stirs for a brief second as if making one last desperate effort to get to her feet but is not able to even raise her head.

 

“That dastardly thug nearly beheaded Candace with that move” Comet exclaims

 

“Why is it always...nearly?”

 

As the crowd continues to voice their feelings Danny Dagda reaches down to the prone Dragon and grabs her by the scruff of the neck. She appears lifeless as he pulls her up to a vertical position. An evil grin flashes over his face and he presses her high above his head and tosses her over the top rope.

 

DING DING DING

 

As Candace is sent crashing to the arena floor the referee immediately signals for the bell. The lights in the Rose Bowl begin to brighten as the camera zooms into the fallen Dragon lying in a fetal position near the ring barricades. In the ring referee Lumas attempts to raise Dagda hands but is rebuffed by the burly thug who seems more interested in antagonizing the Pasadena crowds.

 

“So a very good night for Citizen Dagda” Comet states as Reilly finishes his soda.

 

“Not bad for a rookie”, his partner chimes in.

 

The crowd continues to blast away at the new number one contender as Genesis goes to commercial.

[Ace309 0]

I'd just like to point out that at Zed's suggestion I made sure to include classic spots such as:

 

- Standing on someone's neck and counting along with the ref

- Missed senton

- Baseball slide headscissors

- Bootscrape~!

- Yakuza kick

 

I did, however, miss the Yakuza kick against the ringpost. Le sigh.

[Guest Suicide King]

Damn it Tom! Your sense of propriety has doomed us all!