King Cucaracha 0 Report post Posted January 8, 2005 "...and welcome back to Lockdown!" *PPPPFFFTTT!* Suddenly, the buzzing of screen static interrupts any plans King and Pete had for discussion. The Manchester crowd rise to their feet, booing wildly already, as from in the ring Maddix watches on intently. “There is nothing wrong with your television set.” Andrew Blackwell's voice cuts in, causing the boos to go up a notch. “Do not attempt to adjust the picture.” "Here we go..." King says, salivating at the thought of Maddix getting destroyed. "Some may say Sacred has been a little jaded since his return..." “We will control the horizontal.” "...but the events of recent weeks have no doubt brought some of the 'old', more downright intimidating Sacred back..." “We will control the vertical.” "...which is exactly the Sacred that can become World Champion." “We are controlling transmission….” Finally the picture returns to normal, just as the lights begin to dim and "Tainted" by Lycia begins to play through the P.A system. Jumping from foot to foot in an attempt to get loosened up, Maddix tries to listen to the words of his valet Megan, over the rampant boos and Sacred's music. Meanwhile, back up on the rampway, Sacred has emerged. As the spotlights hit him, Sacred begins to walk down the aisle, hearing the crowd's reaction, the boos greeting him like an old friend. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is the Seven Minute Challenge...with...a seven minute time-limit. Obviously. In this match, if Sacred can last seven minutes without being beaten, he will recieve a World Title shot. If he can win, he will get to choose a stipulation for that match. But should he lose, he will get no title shot. Introducing at this time...representing Revolution Zero! From Adelaide, Australia...he weighs two hundred and sixteen pounds. This...is... SAAAAACCRRRREEEDD!!!" "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Rolling into the ring, Sacred starts to pull himself up... "And, currently in the ring. He represe...WOAH!" ...as Maddix suddenly bursts past Funyon and slams his boot into the rising Sacred's head, getting the jump on his opponent! Quickly as he possibly can, Sexton Hardcastle gets Maddix's belts and Megan Skye out of the ring. *DING DING DING!* Before calling for the bell. And as soon as the bell sounds, a timer appears on the SmarkTron, set at 7:00 but already ticking down the second as Maddix continues to stomp away on Sacred. Not having reached his feet yet, Sacred has been hit by at least seven or eight kicks and seeing no let-up, decides to roll back out of the ring to give himself a chance to get his head together. "And straight away, we see the cheating tactics of the 'champ'." King grumbles. "Maddix has got to come out like this King. Sacred doesn't have to win in seven minutes, Maddix does. So Maddix has to try and wrestle a quick pace." As soon as Sacred rolls outside, referee Hardcastle moves in and gets Maddix to retreat. Sacred crouches on the floor and grimaces as he cracks his neck, in no hurry to get back in...and no reason to be in a hurry. "ONE!" Hardcastle begins to put a count on from in the ring. But as his attention turns, Maddix qucikly slides out of the ring and goes after Sacred...who's waiting with a quick boot to the gut, before slamming a forearm between Maddix's shoulder blades. And again. Maddix shoves Sacred away weakly, but the Aussie is quick to boot Maddix again. As Maddix doubles over, Sacred follows up by slamming a forearm across Maddix's jaw. "TWO!" And a second forearm. But again, Maddix pushes the aggressive Sacred off, so Sacred quickly grabs the World Champion around the back of the head and hurls him face-first into the ring apron! As Maddix bounces back and staggers past him, Sacred coolly casts a glare up at Hardcastle, letting him know he doesn't care about any count. Slumped up against the railings, Maddix is wide open for another boot from Sacred. Following it up, Sacred smashes Maddix in the jaw with another stiff, methodical forearm. "THREE!" As the count goes on, Sacred lines up Maddix again on the railings... ...but Maddix ducks a right-handed forearm, causing Sacred to whip himself into the railings instead, before hurriedly grabbing Sacred and bundling him back into the ring. Maddix then follows, backing himself into the centre of the ring and beckoning the Revolution member up. With anger covering his face, Sacred pulls himself to his feet and turns around with a forearm wielded. But Maddix is waiting with a forearm of his own, beating Sacred to the 'punch'. A second forearm from Maddix is blocked by Sacred's raised arms though, allowing him to hook on a side headlock and take Maddix to the ground in the hold. "Smart move." approves King. "Sacred, looking to dictate the pace here." Trapped on the canvas is not the position Maddix wants to be in, with a good half a minute already gone in the match. From the outside, Megan Skye reminds Maddix that time is against him, as Sacred forces Maddix's shoulders to the canvas in the headlock... ONE! T... Maddix lifts up his legs, wrapping them around Sacred's neck. Releasing the headlock, Sacred rolls onto all fours with his head trapped between Maddix's knees. But any thoughts he has of trying to escape are pointless as Maddix releases the hold moments after breaking the headlock, spinning on his rear like some sort of break-dancer, stopping beside Sacred and tumbling over him. Sacred blocks the Oklahoma roll attempt though, pressing Maddix's shoudlers down again... ONE! T... Again Landon is out quickly, but his veteran opponent has him in a rear chinlock just as quickly. "DAMN IT!" Cursing to all that can hear him, Maddix rolls to a seated position. Sacred releases the rear chinlock and instead grabs hold of Maddix's wrists, pulling the World Champion's arms towards his back, whilst digging in a knee between the shoulder blades for more leverage. "Well, I guess Sacred isn't overly concerned with any stipulation...he may simply stretch this kid out for seven minutes." "May? No no, he will." King corrects Doggah. "Maddix isn't the most technically gifted wrestler against the spottiest of spot monkeys. But against Sacred? Phff, forget about it." With a growl of anger, Sacred wrenches back with the hold once more. "Yeah, but is Sacred content with biding his time?" Pete questions. "You said it yourself, recent weeks have brought out the bitterness in Sacred and you KNOW he's pissed off with Maddix in particular." And Pete's thoughts seem to be right, as Sacred briefly releases one of of Maddix's arms to slam a forearm strike into the back of Maddix's neck, then grabbing the arm back once more. Hardcastle is right there to check for a submission, but Maddix won't give. Pushing to one knee, Maddix starts to try and turn to the right slightly, as he reaches his second knee. The clock lies behind Maddix now as he stops on his knees, unable to turn any further. Suddenly, Sacred releases the surfboard and hooks his arms over Maddix's now, pulling them back into a double chickenwing! "MAD - DIX! MAD - DIX! MAD - DIX!" The fans need no further encouragement as Sacred has Maddix ready for the Narcosynthesis, rallying behind the champ. Fear on his face, Maddix quickly stands up to lessen Sacred's leverage. Sacred hangs on though, trying to force Maddix down. "MAD - DIX! MAD - DIX! MAD - DIX!" A minute and a half gone, the second may not pass if Sacred can force Landon down. But Maddix is unwilling to go and fights towards the ropes, Sacred digging in and keeping Maddix's out-stretched foot far away from the ropes. Only for the foot to suddenly snap backwards, connecting with Sacred's kneecap! Growling, Sacred tightens up the chickenwings...but Maddix starts to slam kick after kick into Sacred's knee desperately, looking for an escape which eventually comes as Sacred pushes Maddix off. Grabbing his knee, Sacred forgets about Maddix for a moment seemingly, as his opponent runs forward and hits the ropes. But as he comes back, Sacred is waiting, leaping into the air and connecting with Landon's jaw with a leg lariat. The dazed champion slumps to the mat, as Sacred ignores his throbbing knee to make a cover... ONE! TWO! Kickout. No sooner has Maddix kicked out though, than Sacred pulls Maddix's arm behind his head and applies an 'anaconda vice' submission hold. Luckily for Maddix, he's no close enough to the ropes to stretch a foot out for an escape. "BREAK IT SACRED... ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!" Sacred casually breaks the hold and gets back to his feet. Allowing Maddix up, Sacred lines up the World Champion and smashes him with another unforgiving forearm...sweet and simple. Predictably, Maddix fires up and comes back with a responce, but Sacred catches the arm and pulls Maddix down into an armbar. On his knees, arm trapped, Maddix uses his free arm to scan Sacred's body, looking for an escape...time continually ticking away. Eventually, Maddix decides to roll forwards to alieviate the pressure. Sacred comes up with Maddix though, pulling the arm into the body...and dropping back, divorce courting the arm! "Divorce court King." "A what?" "Divorce court. It doesn't just seperate the arm, it divorces it. It's...one of those new fangled, U.S strong style dealies." "Why can't they call it an single arm DDT?" As Maddix howls in pain and grabs at his arm, Sacred takes his time over getting back to his feet. Looking back at the clock, Sacred smiles. 4:46. Time enough to stomp Maddix in the shoulder as he gets up. Still Maddix is getting up though, as Sacred casually steps in... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOO!" ...and gets chopped! But Maddix makes the mistake of habitually using his right arm for the chop, ending up worse off than Sacred. As he shakes it off, Sacred grabs Maddix's arm and wrings it around into a hammerlock. Maddix hooks his free arm behind Sacred's head and pulls it towards his, gritting his teeth... *thunk!* ...as he headbutts Sacred! "Ugh." groans Pete. Both men's eyes cross slightly from the collision of heads, but Sacred shakes off the impact first and wrenches in the hammerlock again. This time though, Maddix fires back an elbow. His brains scrambled, Sacred wrenches again subconsciously...as a second elbow rocks him. And a third! Finally, Sacred releases after a fourth elbow... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOO!" ...and gets chopped, with the left hand this time. But Maddix cannot win with chops alone, as he well knows, so lands a boot to the gut of Sacred before spiking him hurriedly with a DDT! Sacred's head bounces off the mat, as he's quickly pushed onto his back for the pin... ONE! TW... Nope. "I know there's a short time-limit on this...but Maddix couldn't have thought a DDT would finish Sacred, surely?" King chuckles. Maddix is quickly back to his feet and with the proverbial sand-timer running slowly empty, Maddix goes for broke and climbs to the middle rope! The crowd know what's coming and quickly rise to their feet in anticipation, of a Crash Landon. But Sacred anticipates too and slams two fists into Maddix's breadbasket before being grabbed by the arm. Maddix almost topples to the floor, but is soon pulled back by Sacred, armdragged off the ropes and across the ring. Rolling through impact, Maddix shakes off his arm as Sacred comes in with forearm ready...only for a kick to the kneecap to stop him. Sacred drops to that knee from the kick's force, as Maddix backs up... ...but Sacred ducks the shining wizard! "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!" Maddix stops short of the ropes and turns around, Sacred waiting with a go behind into a waistlock, trapping the champ's weak arm in the waistlock. Close to the ropes, Maddix lands a foot on the middle... "ONE! TWO! THREE! FO..." Sacred breaks, pushing Maddix into the ropes and clubbing him in the back. Again! But Hardcastle moves Sacred away, giving Landon respite briefly...until Sacred pushes Hardcastle aside and charges towards his opponent. But Maddix sees Sacred coming out of the corner of his eye, using the bottom rope to help him leapfrog back over Sacred...and land with a dragon sleeper locked on Sacred! "YEEEEEEAAAAAAA..." ...but that doesn't last long, as Sacred uses Maddix's weak arm to spin out, hammerlocking it behind Landon's back again and forcing him down to his knees once more. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" "The fans sure don't like Sacred's tactics it seems..." points out Pete. "These people wouldn't know smart wrestling if it came to their mud-hut and slapped them around their inbread faces!" "Not bitter are we King?" Taking the easy (and importantly, quick) way out, Maddix grabs the ropes with his left hand to break. Sacred doesn't need a count this time, as he breaks instantly, pulling Maddix by his blonde locks into the centre of the ring and grabbing the arm again. Another arm wringer weakenes the arm. 3:53 left. Sacred doesn't go for the hammerlock this time though, instead lifting the champion up over his shoulder, hovering him over the turnbuckles. Maddix tries to wriggle free, but can't as Sacred turns around before teetering Maddix's head canvas-wards...and drops Maddix down with a methodical shoulder breaker! *AAAAAAAHHHHHH!* Screaming in pain, Maddix clutches his shoulder as Sacred lays his body weight over Maddix's good arm in making a cover... ONE! TWO! Kickout. "I don't know why Sacred went for a cover there King." Pete muses. "An armbar would have bought him at least another twenty seconds." "And going to the outside would have bought him even more. But, maybe Sacred has a stipulation in mind that, should he get the chance, he'd like to apply." Maddix pulls himself up on the ropes as an irish whip from Sacred sends him across the ring. As Sacred waits though, he leaves his legs open far enough for Maddix to baseball slide through, pulling Sacred over into a roll-up as best possible... ONE! MADDIX HAS THE TIGHTS! TWO! NO! As he gets up, Maddix shakes off the arm as Sacred begins to complain of the pull of the tights, but thinks better of it...as he turns around into a Dropsault! "Some crafty tactics shown by Landon there...desperate men do desperate things I guess." chuckles Pete. "Maddix is no man. He's a born cheater." "Which would be a good thing to someone like you, surely?" "Call the match Pete..." "Okay then. Maddix hitting a dropsault there but he can't follow up, as he broke his landing with his arms instinctively and landed on his bad arm." As Sacred pulls himself back up, Maddix is right behind him...literally as he kicks Sacred in the back of the knee. Maddix then reaches up and tries for another dragon sleeper from which to apply the Land Of Nod, but Sacred turns into Maddix's body and charges him into the corner. The wind drives out of Maddix's body as Sacred slams in a shoulder...and a second...a third too, before backing off. Sacred then slams in a forearm on Maddix's chest area which further takes away Landon's breath, allowing Sacred to wring Maddix's arm again. 3:24 to go. Hooking on an armbar, Sacred forces Maddix down to his knees once more...and holds. And holds. Before holding some more... ...until Maddix starts to fight to his feet. "THREE MINUTES LEFT IN THE MATCH...THREE MINUTES!" The announcement suddenly prompts Megan to scream renewed encouragement, as Maddix reaches his feet and tries to simply pull himself out of the armbar. But that isn't working, so again he goes for the back kick to the knee... ...which Sacred is prepared for, showing impressive speed and expected ring smarts for a 30 year old as he catches Maddix's leg before it can connect... *SMACK!* ...but Maddix connects with an enziguri to the delight of the crowd, sending Sacred rolling across the ring! Sacred is quickly up but a little wobbly as he turns around... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOO!" *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOO!" *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOO!" ...into three quick, left-handed chops from Maddix. Stopping to favour his shoulder again briefly, Maddix sees Sacred preparing to strike and goes to the knee once more, quickly hooking under Sacred and finding the strength to lift Sacred over his shoulder, before pointing hi towards the mat... ...but Sacred quickly tips the balance, lifting Maddix up instead... "Tombstone countered..." ...and dropping him down across the knee once more! "...into a shoulder breaker!" calls Pete. As Maddix hits the mat this time, Sacred suddenly has plans as he pulls Maddix up, smiling wryly as he sets Maddix up. The crowd boo away as Sacred, clearly enjoying hurting his opponent, lifts Maddix over his shoudler for the third time. And for the third time, he looks ready to shoulderbreaker his opponent. This time though, Maddix shuffles backwards off of Sacred's shoudlers with the dragon sleeper held on Sacred with his left arm, able to force Sacred onto his front quickly! "YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" The crowd erupt as Sacred is in the Land Of Nod! And as the fans and Megan cheer away, Maddix is wasting no time at all in wrenching back on the hold. Two minute thirty remains in the match, two minutes thirty which Sacred is determined to hold out on...but equally determined is Maddix, as he wrenches forward and back, forward and back, applying and re-applying the pressure. "YOU GOTTA TAP!" "YOU GOTTA TAP!" "YOU GOTTA TAP!" "Sacred's trapped King! He's gotta tap!" Looking at the clock, Sacred looks decidedly shocked. 2:22... ...2:21... ...2:20... ...2:19... Time is going slower and slower by the second seemingly for Sacred, as the pain is overcoming him... *TAP TAP TAP!* "YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" Until it's all too much. *DING DING DING!* "Your winner of the match...LANDON "LA CUCARACHA" MADDIX!" The crowd cheer once more as Maddix releases the hold, instantly attending to his shoudler once more as Megan rolls into the ring with the title belts. Sacred in his pained, slightly woozy state meanwhile knows he had to give up, but looks far from pleased as he holds his neck. Meanwhile, Maddix exits the ring with his belts and his pride in tow. "So, it's victory for Maddix tonight!" Pete cheers. "Beating Sacred once more and in impressive time. I tell ya, that Land Of Nod is deadly King." "..." "Riiiight. Let's go to a break, shall we?" Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Ace309 0 Report post Posted January 9, 2005 I mentioned my comments on this in the other thread, but just to reiterate... it didn't take advantage of the stipulation at all. While I agree that the stip wasn't great (it's the sort of thing you'd fantasy-book to telegraph a win for Sacred), at some point you do need to bow to the stip. If you're like me, you're not going to write an original, psychologically-deep ladder or first-blood match. That said, I'll keep this match in mind and try to avoid pre-ordaining winners on my cards. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
