Toxxic 0 Report post Posted January 29, 2005 Dace hated this match. Looking back, I can see why. The Smartmark's Wrestling Federation Presents... SWF STORM, SATURDAY, MARCH 27th, *LIVE* FROM THE *SOLD OUT* KEY ARENA IN SEATTLE, WA! (5pm PST, 8pm EST; Check local listings) ICTV TITLE MATCH Toxxic vs Dace Night Special Guest Commentator: Aecas Speaking of people who are after other people, Aecas is most definitely interested in prizing one of the upstart Toxxic's, the SWF's most recent double champion, titles. Unfortunately for him, he must sit on his hands as his friend Dace Night does battle for the straight-edger's other gold belt. Not that Toxxic's going to be giving anything up without a hell of a fight--especially considering his last match was him getting swatted down by the SWF Commissioner himself! As much as Grand Slam may despise the double-talking, two-timing, uber cocky additude of Toxxic (something he's all too familiar with), Lockdown may only serve to fuel his fire even more. Dace Night might be one of the most proficient technical wrestlers in federation history, but Toxxic is determined to be here to stay... no matter what the commissioner, or the third man at the announcer's desk may have to say about it. Rules: Straight singles match. Aecas could write for this, but I don't know why he'd want to. Word Limit: 6000 Send To: realitycheck As we come back from commercials the Key Arena bursts into a frenzy of noise and action once more. The Seattle crowd knows what comes next - they get to see Dace Night take the ICTV belt away from Toxxic! Unholy Trinity signs and Team Horrorcore shirts are much in evidence in the first few rows of the Arena, with the Brummy Goth’s most dedicated and insane fans having fought diligently to get ringside seats in a bid to be close to their hero when he regains the second most prestigious title in the SWF. Pro-Toxxic signs are by contrast few and far between, although one foolhardy soul at the base of the entrance ramp is wearing a “Hardcore Punk” T-shirt and now looking like he wishes he wasn’t. “Well SWF fans, it’s time for the MAIN EVENT!” Comet yells, causing people across the viewing demographic to reach for the volume control. “The ICTV Title is up for grabs again, as Toxxic defends against Dace Night!” “And the seven-foot hardcore whackjob Aecas joins us on commentary,” Bobby Riley mutters. “I can’t wait.” Abruptly, ‘Hero’ by Nightrage kicks in over the speakers, hammering the crowd’s eardrums with shredding guitar hermonies and thumping blast beats. The black Smarktron screen shatters into red shards as footage of Dace demolishing various opponents is shown, including the devastating Damnation In A Cell match. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall,” Funyon booms above the strains of Nightrage “and is for the SWF Intercontinental-Television Title! Introducing first, the challenger; from Birmingham, England, weighing in at 252lbs... DACE!” “FUCKING!” the crowd interjects. “...NIIIGGHHHT!!” Funyon finishes, looking mildly peeved at being so rudely interrupted (in every sense). A blast of white pyro goes off and out steps the High Priest of Horrocore to an ENORMOUS ovation! The Key Arena erupts as Dace throws the horns - then the volume increases exponentially as he pulls out a long metallic shape from behind his back and pulls the ignition cord! *VRRRMRRRRMRRRRMRRRRM!!* “Weedwhacker!” Comet yells in shock. “Dace is bringing the weedwhacker out to play!” Never has a gardening implement been greeted with such joy as Dace waves the weedwhacker above his head then starts down the ramp... only for two seven-foot shapes to step out behind him! Black/white hair and plain black, clear green eyes and dead white... Equalizer and Flick Scythe! “It’s the whole Trinity!” Comet gasps as Aecas and Terrence Bailey stalk down the ramp after Dace whilst the Key Arena gives the entire surrounding area cause to file a noise pollution complaint. “The Unholy Trinity is here, and they’re armed for battle!” “Why, Comet?” Riley yells. “What business has Janus being out here? Isn’t Mark Stevens’ biased decision to make Aecas guest commentator enough? And why are they bringing weapons? This isn’t a hardcore match!” “For effect, I suppose Robert,” Comet answers. “It’s certainly scaring me!” The Trinity ascend to the ring apron and enter the squared circle, the three men saluting the crowd. Referee Anthony Michael Hall looks just as intimidated as one might expect, but persistent badgering apparently persuades Dace to lay down his weapon, and he then manages to get Terrence to leave the ring. Acknowledging the referee, Bailey takes up station at the end of the entrance ramp, Equalizer still clutched in his fist. Meanwhile Aecas steps over the ropes and descends to join Comet and Riley at the announce table. Laying his Flick Scythe down Aecas puts on a pair of announcer headphones, looking rather incongruous next to the normal announce team. “So, Aecas...” Comet says nervously. “Any predictions on the upcoming match?” “I have no doubt it will be violent,” the giant replies, turning his dead-white gaze on Comet. “And that suits me fine. Toxxic is a tricky little bastard - but I’m confidence Dace will get him.” The mood in the arena abruptly changes as the crunching guitars of Lostprophets’ ‘We Still Kill The Old Way’ blasts through the PA for the second time this evening. The blacked-out Smarktron flashes up the words ‘Prepare To Be Proved Wrong’ as Dace waits in the ring for the... ‘GO!’ BOOOM!! ...explosion of red pyro that heralds the arrival of the SWF’s premier straight-edger! “And his opponent, from Nottingham, England; weighing in at 218lbs...” Funyon falters and stops. The ramp is empty. And remains empty. “The Invisible Man?” Riley quips before withering under Aecas’ gaze. In the ring, Dace Night remains focused on the bare entrance ramp... and fails to see a slim figure with spiky hair hurdle the guard rail and jump up onto the apron behind him. “Look out Dace!” Aecas yells, and the power of the giant’s lungs manages to carry the warning over the crowd noise to Horrorcore’s ears. Turning, Dace Night sees something flying through the air towards him a moment before Toxxic wraps his legs around Dace’s head and brings him over with a hurricanrana! *DING! DING!* “BOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” “HOR-ROR-CORE!” “HOR-ROR-CORE!” “HOR-ROR-CORE!” “A disgusting and cowardly tactic by the champion!” Comet calls as Anthony Michael Hall grabs Toxxic’s title belts from where he left them on the apron. “Attacking when Dace’s back was turned!” “That was not, it was- um... yeah... cowardly...” Riley mutters, conscious of the silently seething giant next to him. Dace rolls to his feet, slightly disorientated from the surprise rana, but Toxxic doesn’t give the challenger a chance to regroup. Piling in on his larger opponent the rookie starts unloading with European uppercuts, whiplashing Dace’s head and driving him backwards. Try as Dace might he can’t find an opening in the barrage, and much to the crowd’s displeasure the High Priest of Horrorcore is backed against the turnbuckles. With his opponent momentarily trapped Toxxic jumps up into a mount position, yelling “Little poser bitch, am I?” and punctuating each word with a stinging right hand. After a few seconds Dace’s instincts kick in and the challenger shoves Toxxic off. The champion lands on his back but rolls through the movement and comes smoothly up to his feet before dashing forwards once more, catching Dace as he tries to get out of the corner. Dace fires off an elbow smash which staggers the champion but Toxxic hits back with another European uppercut to knock his opponent back onto the ropes, then lays in with a: RIGHT! LEFT! RIGHT! LEFT! Windup... DISCUS CLOTHESLINE! “Merciful Zeus!” Comet yells as Dace somersaults backwards, landing hard on the protective mats in front of the announce desk. “Toxxic just discus-clotheslined Dace over the top rope! The challenger has hardly had a chance to get any offence in!” “And he won’t anytime soon,” Riley ventures, casting a worried glance to his right. “Toxxic is really fired up here!” Getting back to his feet, Dace shakes a slightly hazy head in an attempt to clear it. Hearing the crowd noise rise again Horrorcore looks back at the ring - but is unable to duck or dodge the 218lb human missile that comes tearing over the top rope at him, knocking him back and crushing him against the guard rail! Across the ring, Terrence has realised what is going on and starts to move, probably to get a better look, but a sharp command from Michael Hall stops the Anti-Heel Machine in his tracks. “Another high-impact move from the champion!” Comet calls. “Aecas: Is Toxxic trying to take Dace Night out before he can hit a move?” “Of course he’s trying to, Comet, that’s common sense!” Bobby Riley interjects. “The question you should be asking is; does he need to, or can he survive a counter-attack?” “Toxxic is a dangerous competitor,” Aecas answers as the double champion starts to get back to his feet, winded but evidently in better shape than Dace Night. “I can assure you of that. But I think he will underestimate exactly how much Dace can take - and how much he can dish out.” Grabbing his opponent by the head and ignoring Referee Hall’s shouts of protest from inside the ring, Toxxic drags the woozy Dace upright. With both hands twisted through his opponent’s hair Toxxic takes a couple of quick steps forward, then... *THUNK!!* ...rams Dace’s head right into the steel ringpost! The Key Arena jeers in derision as Toxxic flips the classic British v-sign at Aecas, before grabbing Dace’s wrist and whipping the Brummy Goth towards the guard rail... *CRASH!!* ...but Dace reverses, sending Toxxic’s back into an impromptu meeting with the steel instead! Hearing Hall’s count rising behind him Dace quickly rolls into the ring to break it and then returns to the outside, where Toxxic is clutching at his spine and Aecas is laughing. “How did Dace reverse that after taking so many shots to the head?” Comet asks in disbelief. “Virtually his first offensive move came right after a flurry of attacks from the champion!” “You can hit Dace in the head all day and he’ll still be fine,” Aecas comments. “I guess the horns cushion the impacts,” Riley jokes, then cringes... but Aecas’ movement was only to scratch his cheek. Grabbing the Straight-Edge Sensation by the neck Dace throws a quick MMMEEEEETTTAAAALLLL~! sign at the crowd, then bends down and hoists Toxxic over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. Without any visible effort Dace straightens as the first few rows of the crowd stand up for a better view - then the High Priest of Horrocore flips Toxxic off his shoulders and sends him crashing onto the floor with a reverse DVD! “HO-LY SHIT!” “HO-LY SHIT!” “HO-LY SHIT!” “The crowd giving us their opinion of that move,” Comet declares, “and I have to say I agree with them! Dace Night has regained the advantage in this match in a BRUTAL way!” “That wasn’t brutal,” Aecas disagrees. “The brutality comes later.” Regardless of the Black Angel’s opinion however, Toxxic is feeling the effects of the move and the champion lies gasping on the floor. Dace goes to pick Toxxic up again... “SEVEN!” ...but hears Michael Hall counting, and dives back into the ring to break the count again. As Terrence Bailey takes up an interested observation point beside the steel steps at the far end of the ring Dace reasserts himself on the rookie by picking Toxxic up bodily once more and then dumping him back into the ring. Toxxic rolls, trying to get away from his tormentor, but Dace is having none of it and grabs the waist of Toxxic’s trousers to stop his escape. Lifting, Dace manages to hoist Toxxic up far enough to clamp on a rear waistlock - then arches backwards, driving Toxxic’s neck and shoulders into the mat with a Grman suplex! Dace retains the bridge for the pin... ONE! ... ... ... ... ... TWO!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO-AND-A-QUARTER!! ... ... ... ... ... KICKOUT! “A two count already for the High Priest of Horrorcore!” Comet exclaims as Toxxic pops out of the pin. “Dace is quite capable of throwing super-heavyweights around, so it is no problem at all for him to suplex Toxxic whenever he pleases!” “Dace’s Germans are underrated,” Aecas observes. “Of course,” Comet nods. “He won against Sacred by stringing three of them together, after all.” “No, not the suplexes. Dace is training two Germans, but the so-called ‘experts’ don’t think they’ll amount to anything.” Bobby Riley buries his head in his hands and longs for the days of Grand Slam. On his knees, Toxxic fires off a right hand at Dace’s midsection. It barely slows the challenger however, who scoops Toxxic up and holds him across his chest before dropping the Straight-Edge Sensation sharply over one knee, traumatising the champion’s spine further with a backbreaker. Toxxic yells in pain at the impact, and writhes on the mat as his back sends urgent messages to his brain - but Dace cuts off communication by seizing his opponent’s left leg and starting to turn Toxxic over onto his stomach! “Single-Leg Crab coming up!” Comet calls as Toxxic tries to fight it. “This move will not only further work on the back, which appears to be Dace’s target, but will also damage Toxxic’s knee and prevent him from springing around so much!” “Toxxic couldn’t match Dace in a brawl outside the ring, and he can’t match him for technical work inside it,” Aecas claims. “He took you to the cleaners at the Pay-Per-View though,” Bobby Riley says without thinking. And the commentary team goes very quiet. “Dace applies the Crab!” Comet says, voice tinkling with nervousness. “He’s got Toxx- no, the champion has reached the ropes almost immediately! His struggles disguised the fact that he was moving across the ring, so that when Dace applied the hold the ropes were-” “Toxxic beat me at From The Fire,” Aecas acknowledges quietly. “But believe me, after Dace has finished with him here... I get what’s left.” Dace reluctantly breaks his grasp on Toxxic’s leg as Bobby Riley breathes an enormous sigh of relief and Terrence shouts “C’mon Dace!” in his thick Aussie accent from the floor. Flashing a momentary grin at his friend, Dace grabs Toxxic’s head with one hand and brings his knee sharply upwards, stunning the champion with a shot to the temple. Dazed, Toxxic tries to pull away - but Dace strikes again with the other knee, knocking his opponent back onto his arse. Fully in control now Dace brandishes the Horns at the Key Arena crowd, who almost universally respond in like kind whilst Less Than Jake shake their heads in despair. Grabbing Toxxic by the neck again Dace hauls him back up, then lifts his opponent and brings him to rest face down over the Brummy’s right shoulder. Taking a few steps into the corner to get a decent run-up Dace starts to pick up pace across the ring, looking to bring Toxic over and down with a devastating powerslam... ...but as they reach the middle of the ring Toxxic’s frantic kicking allows him to slip backwards out of Dace’s grasp, and just like against Aecas at From The Fire the double champion hooks in a rear headlock on the way down! The crowd hold their breath, expecting at any moment to see the Repeat To Fade applied - but Toxxic drops to one knee, driving the back of Dace’s neck into the other, before popping up and spinning round, planting Dace’s face into the mat with a picture-perfect Diamond Cutter! “Detoxx!” Comet calls as Toxxic rolls away from the momentarily-stunned Dace. “But why didn’t Toxxic apply the Repeat To Fade?” “He’s just taken a beating, Comet,” Riley answers, the menacing presence of Aecas for once forcing him to actually do his job as analyst, “and Dace is a lot stronger and has great stamina. Toxxic wouldn’t have been able to wrestle Dace into the move, so he went for an option that will give him some breathing room!” “He should treasure breathing,” Aecas says conversationally. “You never know when he might stop.” Apparently feeling a little better Toxxic rolls over to Dace and covers his opponent, making sure to hook the leg deep under the chin... ONE! ... ... ... ... ... TW-KICKOUT! “Not even a two-count for Toxxic!” Comet exclaims in surprise as the champion looks up at Michael Hall in disbelief. “A vivid demonstration, if any were needed, of the difference in resilience between these two men!” “Yes, but Dace has to actually connect with moves,” Bobby Riley argues. “And now that Toxxic has got his breath back I don’t think that’ll be happening!” Clearly upset at his cover’s lack of success Toxxic straddles the Brummy’s chest (causing Bobby Riley to hyperventilate slightly) before pounding away at Dace with right hands whilst the challenger tries to shield himself with his arms. Michael Hall’s count reaches “five” far too quickly for Toxxic’s liking, but the Straight-Edge Sensation desists his assault and grabs Dace’s right wrist before dropping sideways into an armbar. Toxxic leans back in an attempt to hyper-extend Dace’s right elbow, but although the High Priest of Horrorcore is clearly in some discomfort there is no sign he is in immediate danger of tapping. Using the incredible strength in his arms and legs Dace starts to edge himself closer to the ropes whilst Janus starts to pound the canvas, leading the crowd in a chant. “LET’S GO DA-CE!” *clap-clap-clap* “LET’S GO DA-CE!” *clap-clap-clap* “LET’S GO DA-CE!” *clap-clap-clap* Despite Toxxic’s best efforts the Brummy Goth manages to gain ground until his foot finally manages to rest on the ropes. The challenger wrenches back on his hold, determined to squeeze the last bit of use out of it... but again Michael Hall’s count reaches “five” and Toxxic is forced to release a moment before disqualification. “Why, Toxxic?” Riley questions. “Why not just get DQ’d?” “Because he can’t gloat about being the best if he gets disqualified,” Cyclone Comet mutters darkly. “It’s also quite difficult to gloat when you’re not breathing,” Aecas remarks casually. Dace starts to use the ropes to pull himself up using his left arm, but Toxxic darts back in and delivers a kick to Horrorcore’s right appendage. Dace cradles the limb, and seeing this Toxxic attacks again with more kicks before grabbing Dace’s wrist again and twisting it into an armwringer. Again, the effect on the challenger is more discomfort than actual pain, but Toxxic knows how to remedy that. Running towards the nearest set of turnbuckles the double champion vaults to the top - then comes flying off, bringing Dace down and crushing his arm against the mat with a diving legdrop! The impact causes Dace to grunt in pain, and the reaction encourages Toxxic to go further. Retaining his hold the Straight-Edge Sensation starts to pull Dace up by his trapped limb, before unloading with more kicks. Each one brings a wince from the Brummy Goth until Toxxic turns and vaults to the top turnbuckle again - then jumps straight down to the floor, guillotining Dace’s arm across the taut top cable! Horrorcore staggers away from the ring ropes clutching his wounded arm as Toxxic turns around to taunt the crowd - only to find himself face-to-chest with Terrence Bailey! “Ooh, this could get interesting...” Comet murmurs as Toxxic’s grey eyes meet Bailey’s green ones, staring down at the ICTV champion from a height of over a foot. “Terrence Bailey is the only one of the Unholy Trinity not to have had any contact with Toxxic thus far, but the Australian looks like he might change that now!” “Go on, Janus, punch him!” Riley shouts. “Get Dace DQ’d, end this farce and get yourself... er... heh-heh...” “You were saying?” Aecas asks mildly from beside the suddenly recalcitrant commentator. Fired up on adrenaline Toxxic shows no sign of usual caution and seems to be egging Terrence on... but the giant Australian merely raises an eyebrow and then steps aside. Confused, Toxxic turns back to the ring - only to be flattened by a flying Dace Night! “ELLLLBOOOOWWWW SUICIDA!” Comet yells as Dace mashes Toxxic’s face with a devastating diving blow. “But wait a minute... Dace is hurt too!” Indeed, although Toxxic is writhing on the outside and clutching his face Dace is also in severe pain and cradling his right arm... the arm that he unthinkingly used to deliver his latest attack. “Don’t I always say it Comet?” Riley shouts as the crowd starts to attempt to cheer Dace back up again. “Take away a man’s strongest arm and you take away his most powerful weapon!” “Take away your strongest arm and you take away your social life...” Comet mutters. Pushing himself up on one arm, Dace Night casts a glance over at Toxxic. The champion is moving on the mats, but without any obvious purpose, and Dace still has a chance to regain the momentum. Regaining his feet Dace walks over to Toxxic and simply plants a massive kick into the straight-edger’s ribs. The impact blasts the air from Toxxic’s lungs and the champion rolls away, partly from the force of the blow and partly to try and escape. Dace lunges after him, grabs Toxxic by the hair and pulls him upright - then whips the champion towards the ring steps! *CLANG!!* But Toxxic reverses, and it is Dace who gets a harsh welcome at steel city! With his opponent in a seated position Toxxic takes a couple of quick steps forward - then smashes into Dace’s face with a basement dropkick! The crushing blow against the steps causes even Horrorcore’s notoriously thick skull severe pain, and as Dace tries to shake away the stars Toxxic grabs the Brummy’s right arm and drapes it over the top step. Balancing on his hands Toxxic raises himself into the air - then comes crashing down again, driving the point of his knee right into Dace’s arm! “Yaaaaarrrrrggghhh!” Even the High Priest of Horrorcore is going to be hurting after a move like that, and the sudden jarring pain brings Dace back to the here-and-now. Wrenching his arm away Dace desperately slides under the bottom rope in a dual bid to gain some time and avoid being counted out. As Michael Hall reaches “nine” Toxxic gets to the apron, then vaults to the top rope and springs across the ring, taking Dace off his feet with a spinning heel kick! Diving on top of his opponent, Toxxic hooks the leg... ONE! ... ... ... ... ... TWO!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO-AND-A-QUARTER!! ... ... ... ... ... KICKOUT! “No joy as yet for the champion!” Comet calls. “Dace’s arm is hurting, but the rest of the challenger’s body is still fine for kicking out of pin attempts!” “You can’t fight back with only one arm though, Comet!” Riley asserts. “It’s only a matter of time now, I’m sure.” Despite the pain in his arm Dace still gets to his feet fast enough... but Toxxic fires off a couple of European uppercuts to back the bigger man into the ropes. Grabbing that right wrist again Toxxic attempts to whip Dace across the ring, but the High Priest of Horrorcore reverses, sending Toxxic into the cables instead! As the champion rebounds towards him Dace puts his head down for a back-bodydrop - but Toxxic kills his momentum and nails Dace with a facebuster to the knee! Seeking to complete the Sobering Thought combo Toxxic snares Dace in a front facelock prior to dropping him on his head with a DDT - but Dace hoists him up and over, bridging out into a Northern Lights Suplex for a pin! ONE! ... ... ... ... ... TWO!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO-AND-A-QUARTER!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO-AND-A-HALF!! ... ... ... ... ... KICKOUT! “Dace came close there!” Comet shouts. “Toxxic really needs to be wary of the challenger.” “Just because Dace can beat the living crap out of you, it doesn’t mean he can’t wrestle.” Aecas asserts. “People sometimes forget that... and then they lose to him.” Both men rise simultaneously from the pin, and Dace strikes first with a vicious knife-edge chop: *CRACK!!* “WHOOO!” The impact jars the Brummy’s arm, but the sickening smack seems to incite Dace and he swings again... only for Toxxic to raise both his forearms, blocking the shot! This result is less kind to Dace’s wounded limb and the challenger cradles his arm again, turning away from his opponent. Seeing his opportunity Toxxic reaches around Dace from behind, wraps his hands across Dace’s forehead and sits out, slamming the back of the Brummy’s head into the canvas with the Underkill! Reaching forward to cradle a leg, Toxxic shouts at referee Hall to count... ONE! ... ... ... ... ... TWO!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO-AND-A-QUARTER!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO-AND-A-HALF!! ... ... ... ... ... KICKOUT! Annoyed at his opponent’s resilience Toxxic grabs Dace’s head and brings the challenger up before driving Dace’s face down into his knee and then dropping the Brummy on his head with a DDT, managing this time to hit the Sobering Thought without interruption. Dace lies stunned on his back, but Toxxic has greater aspirations and quickly ascends to the top turnbuckle. Twirling his fingers over his head in the universal symbol for “high risk” the Straight-Edge Sensation dives off, somersaulting forward to nail the Hangover legdrop! The crowd in the Key Arena groan as the move hits, and with his cocky lopsided grin back in place Toxxic hooks the leg for the cover... ONE! ... ... ... ... ... TWO!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO-AND-A-QUARTER!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO-AND-A-HALF!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO-AND-THREE-QUARTERS!! ... ... ... ... ... KICKOUT! “He’s getting closer!” Bobby Riley shouts, but there is still some fire left in Dace Night - the kickout had far too much authority for Toxxic’s liking. The champion reaches down to bring Dace up again, but this time as soon as he is vertical Dace drives his knee into Toxxic’s midsection! The crowd (and Terrence) come alive at the High Priest of Horrorcore’s apparent revival, and grabbing the back of Toxxic’s head with his left hand Dace drives the champion’s head into the top turnbuckle before hammering his face with a left-armed elbow smash. The impact is less than Dace could have summoned with his right arm, but still enough to stagger Toxxic back against the turnbuckles. Grabbing his opponent with his left hand again, Dace hauls on Toxxic’s arm and sends the rookie across the ring before turning and following... ...but as he reaches the other turnbuckle Toxxic suddenly vaults to the top, then comes diving back at Dace with the flying clothesline he calls the Role Reversal! Dace is taken down, but almost immediately Horrorcore begins to stir. Seeking to gain the advantage Toxxic slips out to the ring apron, then as Dace rises he vaults to the middle of the top rope and across the ring... *WHAM!!* ...BUT DACE NAILS HIM IN MIDAIR WITH A YAKUZA KICK!! “RRRAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR!!!” “LET’S GO DA-CE!” *clap-clap-clap* “LET’S GO DA-CE!” *clap-clap-clap* “LET’S GO DA-CE!” *clap-clap-clap* Dropping back onto his opponent, Dace hooks the leg with his left arm and rolls into the pin... ONE! ... ... ... ... ... TWO!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO-AND-A-QUARTER!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO-AND-A-HALF!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO-AND-THREE-QUARTERS!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO-AND-NINE-TENTHS!! ... ... ... ... ... KICKOUT! “No! The champion kicks out!” Comet cries as Toxxic’s shoulder spasms off the canvas at the last second. “But that devastating blow has certainly turned things back in the favour of the Unholy Trinity member!” “It’s just a matter of time now,” Aecas predicts softly. Dace looks up at Michael Hall but the referee stands firm, brandishing two fingers. The pragmatic Dace wastes no more time and starts to pull Toxxic back to his feet. As he reaches a vertical base the groggy champion lashes out with a right hand, but Dace ducks the blow and slips behind him - then clamps on a rear waistlock. “If Dace lands another German here, this one will be over!” Comet calls excitedly. “Who says he’s just going to land one?” Aecas asks. Spreading his legs wide, Dace prepares to arch backwards and drop Toxxic with another devastating German suplex, but the knowledge of what’s in store seems to galvanise the champion who desperately lashes backwards with elbows. The barrage connects and the momentary breathing space allows Toxxic to lunge forward and grab the ropes. Dace refuses to release the hold in spite of this, and Michael Hall steps in to do his job - but Toxxic abruptly jerks his head backwards, smashing the back of his own skull into Dace’s nose! The impact causes Dace to release his grip and sends him staggering backwards; turning, Toxxic measure his opponent for a second before darting in and snapping off a superkick... ...that Dace ducks! The High Priest of Horrorcore slips round behind Toxxic again, fastens both arms around his waist - and as the crowd in the Key Arena rise to their feet, arches backwards... “YEEEAAAAAAAA-OOOOHHHHHHH!!” ...but Toxxic flips out and lands on his feet as Dace falls backwards! “That right arm betrayed Dace again there,” Comet cries. “Toxxic had managed to weaken it to the point where Dace couldn’t hold the waistlock, allowing the champion to escape that move!” Desperate to retain his momentum Dace pushes himself up off the mat and turns to face Toxxic, but the champion has had half a second to regain his bearings, and lashes out with a boot to the midsection. Dace doubles over, and Toxxic places him in a vertical headscissors before reaching down and hooking Dace’s left arm up... his right arm up... and brings the High Priest of Horrorcore UP... AROUND... and... DOWN!! “TOXXIC SHOCK SYNDROME!” Comet yells as Dace’s face is driven into the canvas by the spinning Pedigree. “Against all the odds, Toxxic did it!” “Count, Hall!” Riley screams. “Dammit, count!” Rolling Dace over, Toxxic desperately hooks both legs and tries to pile all of Dace’s weight onto his shoulders... ONE! ... ... ... ... ... TWO!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO-AND-A-QUARTER!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO-AND-A-HALF!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO-AND-THREE-QUARTERS!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO-AND-NINE-TENTHS!! ... ... ... ... ... THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! “RRRRAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR!!” Absolutely aghast, Toxxic stares up at Michael Hall. Despite the Straight-Edge Sensation’s vociferous protests however, the referee stands his ground and holds up only two fingers. Furious, Toxxic rises to his feet and starts to spit abuse at the SWF’s head ref, who first tries to calm the irate Brit and then starts to snap back himself. “Toxxic getting needlessly distracted here,” Comet says as the two men argue vociferously. “He needs to turn round and get back onto Dace if he’s going to win...” Finally Toxxic turns away from Michael Hall, only to see to his astonishment that Dace is struggling to his feet! With an angry yell Toxxic charges in... but Dace ducks the clothesline, and as Toxxic turns round, trying to keep tabs on his opponent, Dace fires off a kick to the stomach and then spikes the champion down with a DDT! “HOR-ROR-CORE!” “HOR-ROR-CORE!” “HOR-ROR-CORE!” “ONE!” Michael Hall counts as both men lie flat on their back, each a little too battered to get straight back up. “TWO!” “Toxxic’s lack of concentration may have lost him the ICTV Title,” Comet says as both men start to stir. “THREE!” “He’d lost it before he ever stepped into the ring,” Aecas returns, dead white eyes fixed on the two forms trying to push themselves upright. “FOUR!” “Toxxic should have won it after the Toxxic Shock Syndrome!” Riley argues. “Hall counted slowly! How else would Dace kick out?” “FIVE!” “Well - I have,” Aecas smirks. “SI-” Michael Hall’s count is cut off as Dace Night makes it to his feet. Moments later Toxxic rises too, but the challenger is already moving. Grabbing Toxxic’s left wrist in his right hand Dace spins his opponent around, then grabs Toxxic’s right wrist in his left - and pulls Toxxic’s own arms up around his throat, applying a Goku-Raku Choke!” “D.N.R!” Comet yells. “Dace going for the Do Not Resuscitate!” Toxxic desperately struggles against the force of his own limbs, but the harder he tries to get away the less air reaches his lungs. Dace tries to manoeuvre the slippery champion into a position to apply the body scissors part of the hold, but Toxxic’s constant wriggling makes this difficult. The crowd in the Key Arena come to their feet, convinced that Dace is going to do it... but Toxxic still has one card left. Ignoring his right arm and his escape attempts, Tosxxic wrenches his left arm with all his might. Dace’s greater strength would normally hold the Straight-Edge Sensation tight, but the weakened right arm hasn’t quite got the strength it once did. Dace tries to resist - but suddenly, Toxxic manages to free his arm and begins to twist away! Dace reaches forward, trying to recapture the escaping limb... ...and feeling Dace’s head resting above his own, Toxxic reaches up with his left hand, clamps Dace’s chin to the top of his head and sits out in a modified jawbreaker. “YES!” Bobby Riley shouts as the Key Arena boos in unison. “Come on, Tox- er... I’ll just be quiet, shall I?” “Good idea,” the Black Angel snarls. Dace clamps both hands to his chin as Toxxic scuttles away, and for a moment the high priest of Horrorcore isn’t looking at his opponent. Seizing his opportunity Toxxic runs in from sideways on, jumping in the air and hooking his arm around Dace’s neck before swinging round and bringing Dace crashing down with the Straight Edge neckbreaker! With Dace down on the mat Toxxic knows he has one last chance to get the victory, and the battered straight-edger staggers over to the ropes. Ducking between them he steps out onto the apron, midway between the two ring posts... then vaults to the middle of the top rope... ...springs off, flipping backwards as he jumps forward... ...and crashes down, one leg slamming into Dace’s windpipe! “IN-GLORRRR-IOUS!” Bobby Riley sings out. “Toxxic hits the Inglorious!” Comet yells at the same time. “Could that Shooting Star Legdrop be enough?” ONE! ... ... ... ... ... TWO!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO-AND-A-QUARTER!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO-AND-A-HALF!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO-AND-THREE-QUARTERS!! ... ... ... ... ... TWO-AND-NINE-TENTHS!! ... ... ... ... ... THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! *DING! DING!* Dace Night’s shoulder jerks off the canvas - but this time it’s half a second too late. The guitars of ‘We Still Kill The Old Way’ starts up in the Key Arena as Anthony Michael Hall presents Toxxic with the two title belts, and Funyon’s voice starts to boom out: “Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, and STILL Intercontinental-Television Cham-” But Funyon is cut off by Toxxic desperately rolling out of the ring as the Straight-Edge Sensation flees the arrival of Aecas! The seven-footer hits the ring wielding his Flick Scythe and with bad intentions written on his black-and-white-painted face, but Toxxic manages to get out of the way... only to turn around into Terrence Bailey for the second time this evening! Smiling slightly, Bailey raises the Equalizer as Aecas watches from the ring and the one fan wearing a ‘Hardcore Punk’ T-shirt puts his hands over his eyes. Terrence opens his mouth to say something... ...and a stocky figure with a hooded sweatshirt hiding his face vaults over the guard rail! In the ring Aecas points past Terrence’s shoulder, desperately trying to get the giant Aussie to turn around - but the figure drops to one knee behind the Anti-Heel Machine and swings its arm up in a punishing blow to Terrence’s happy-happy-joy-joy area! The giant’s eyes bulge and his knees start to buckle - there is still enough left in Terrence to attempt a grab at Toxxic as he darts past but the straight-edger is too quick, and together with the hooded man Toxxic flees to the top of the ramp as Aecas starts to climb out of the ring, while Dace Night begins to pick himself up inside it. At the top of the entrance ramp Toxxic laughs at the Unholy Trinity, raising one title belt in each hand whilst beside him his accomplice pushes his hood back - to reveal the grinning face of Jimmy “The Demon” Liston! “Liston!?” Comet yells. “Are you telling me that Toxxic and his impromptu tag partner from Storm are actually in cahoots?” “I don’t know, Comet, but I love it!” Riley answers. “Janus looked like a nauseous goldfish!” “Join us next time, Citizens, for another fantastic SWF show!” Comet pimps as Toxxic and Liston disappear, leaving a battered Dace, an angry Aecas and an increasingly unstable looking Terrence - or possibly Janus. “Until then - be excellent to each other!” FADE OUT Smarks Wrestling Federation ©2004 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
