Losing Match-4 Way.

[Zack Malibu 0]

God damn. Though I hate writing multi-man matches for whatever reason, I thought I had done up a hellaciously fun match. Still not enough to get the duke, but hey...here it is for your enjoyment and/or criticisms.

 

There is a buzz in the air as we return to a live shot of the Idaho Center, then segue inside to see thousands of wrestling fans fidgeting in their seats, eagerly anticipating the main event of the evening.

 

"No more commercial breaks fans, because we are ready for one of the most incredible main event matches in Lockdown history!' says Longdogger Pete, adding more hype to the highly interesting main event.

 

"Four men, one winner. The odds are heavy on Revolution Zero, as they've got two members in there. However, you've got two of the SWF's most popular fan favorites ever, although they've never been two to see eye to eye."

 

"Sounds like a recipe for disaster."

 

"I'd rather it be a recipe for some baked ziti. Don't we have a catering truck around this place?"

 

The ensuing theme song drowns out the growls coming from King's stomach, as the arena lights dim at the same time "Let's Get Dirty" is cued by the sound technician, and the fans that were previously seated leap up to their feet and offer a welcoming cheer to the superstar from the Bahamas.

 

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest, scheduled for one fall, is a FATAL FOUR WAY match! Coming down the aisle, and hailing from The Bahamas, he weighs in tonight at two hundred, fourteen pounds...this IS...WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILDCHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILD!"

 

The cruiserweight superstar jumps up on the apron and climbs the ropes, raising his arms and welcoming the reception from the fans. WC then hops into the ring and runs the ropes, warming up and preparing for the challenge that awaits him.

 

"Wildchild became the latest victim of Revolution Zero this past week on Storm, and is out for revenge in a big way."

 

"Normally I'd call that a stupid move, but when dealing with Toxxic and Pretzler tonight, he's going to have the best backup the SWF has to offer in the form of Todd Cortez."

 

The music in the arena does a total 180, as Redman's hip hop jam is replaced by one of Beethoven's classical pieces. The Ninth Symphony booms over the speaker system, acting as the soundtrack for the SWF newcomer who stands on the ramp, sneering at the crowd before him.

 

"Next, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada...he is the current reigning and defending SWF Cruiserweight Champion! Weighing in tonight at two hundred, twenty six pounds, he is "The Critic", SCOTTTTT PRETTTZZZZLERRRRR!"

 

The cocky newcomer strolls down to ringside, beaming a cocky smirk up towards Wildchild, who stands tall in the ring. Pretzler climbs up the steps and enters the ring, doing a little spin and arm wave to show off to the crowd. Pretzler then unstraps his Cruiserweight Title and raises it up high, reminding the crowd of his championship status. Pretzler then moves towards Wildchild, holding the belt up and putting it in his face, angering Wildchild enough that he tries to attack! Referee Jefferson Harding quickly steps in the middle of the two, and Pretzler just turns away snickering, handing his belt down to the ring girl.

 

"Keep in mind that no titles are on the line tonight. This match is all about vengeance and pride."

 

"Sometimes that's the best kind of match. Four intense individuals and a whole lotta catharsis!"

 

"BREATHE!"

 

"OH!"

 

The fans SCREAM in anticipation, as the familiar opening to one of the most recent hip hop anthems echoes through the arena. Many fans are even seen counting along with the song, knowing that once the "one and then the two..." portion stops, the former Hardcore Champion will be making his appearance.

 

"Yo, these n*ggas can't BREATHE when I come through, hum too..."

 

Illuminated by the green strobe lights, Todd Cortez bursts out from the back, jumping onto the stage and into the pyro shower that erupts from either side of him. Clad in his trademark sunglasses and bulletproof vest, Cortez moves to each side of the aisle, throwing his arms up and working the crowd for all he can, trying to get them even more pumped up!

 

"Next, hailing from Hollywood Boulevard, he weighs in tonight at two hundred, twenty six pounds...this is the Urban Legend, TODDDDDDDDDD CORRRRTEZZZZZZZ!"

 

Cortez comes down to the ring, eyeing Wildchild as well as a man who recently gained a victory over him, and slides into the ring, coming up right in front of Pretzler. Afraid to face off with the Urban Legend, Scott turns away...walking right into Wildchild! The two favorites stalk the cocky newcomer, making Pretzler very uncomfortable...so much so that he ducks out of the ring, protesting the intimidation tactics. Cortez and Wildchild back away from the ropes, slightly eyeing each other, as "Breathe" fades out for the introduction of the final participant.

 

The words "Prepare To Be Proved Wrong" flash on the Smarktron, as "Rookie" begins to play, as the final participant, the SWF World Champion makes his way out into the arena.

 

"The final participant in this contest, hails from Nottingham, UK...weighing in at two hundred, eighteen pounds, he is the current reigning and defending SWF World Heavyweight Champion...TOXXXXXXXXXXXXXICCCCCCCC!"

 

The Straight Edge Sensation strolls down the aisle, cranking his neck and taking his blessed time in getting to the ring, knowing that two out of the three men awaiting his arrival are out for his blood.

 

"The fortunate thing for Toxxic is that his title is not on the line tonight. The downside is that there are still three people out to prove themselves to the company, and a win in a match containing the World Champion would be a huge coup for any of them."

 

"Also notice that Toxxic is minus his valet Jet tonight, Pete. It would seem like the champions undevoted attention is on his three opponents."

 

Toxxic comes up the steps and climbs into the ring, immediately approached by his ally Pretzler. No sooner has he set foot on the canvas than both Wildchild and Cortez charge forward, and the two Revolution Zero members exit the ring in a panic, ducking back out to ringside! Toxxic and Pretzler protest, as Harding asks Cortez and Wildchild to stay back...but the Urban Legend nudges the referee aside, and he and WC charge forward, nailing both Toxxic and Scott with baseball slides!

 

"There is no time to waste tonight!"

 

Wildchild and Cortez slide out of the ring, with Cortez going after Pretzler and Wildchild venting his frustrations with the World Champion with his fists. As they do battle at ringside, Cortez rolls Pretzler into the ring and follows, causing a nervous Harding to call for the bell. With Pretzler thrown off course from the pre-match attack, he's woozy in getting to his feet, unable to realize that Cortez is perched on the top rope. Pretzler gets to his feet and turns around, but the only sight he sees are two feet coming down from the sky and planting themselves in his chest, as Cortez drops him with a missle dropkick!

 

"Cortez takes to the air in the opening minutes, and Revoltion Zero is sent scattering by the two crowd pleasers!"

 

The impact of the missle dropkick sends Pretzler rolling across the canvas, and he allows himself to roll out to the floor. Also out on the floor are Toxxic and Wildchild, still engaged in fisticuffs until Toxxic hits a knee to the gut and rolls the heralded cruiserweight into the ring. The World Champion steps up on the apron, but Wildchild is up to his feet, surprising Toxxic with forearm shots and then running him across the apron and ramming his head into the post! Toxxic drops back down to the floor, holding his head and regrouping with Pretzler, while Cortez and Wildchild each play to their fans in the ring. Todd and WC then turn to each other and lock eyes, then begin circling each other, ultimately locking up in the middle of the ring!

 

Cortez quickly grabs a headlock, but WC shoves him off and to the ropes, dropping down to his stomach. Cortez hops over, hitting the ropes on the other side, and Wildchild leaps high in the air, over Cortez as he charges on the rebound. Cortez hits the ropes again, and this time Wildchild leaps up for a huracanrana, but Cortez flips him over to counter the move! Cortez fires off a quick lariat, but it's ducked, and Wildchild hits the ropes, coming at Cortez with a flying bodypress!

 

ONE!

 

Cortez simply tosses the smaller superstar off of him and gets up, but finds himself rocked by a pair of elbow shots, then sent to the ropes. Wildchild leaps up for a dropkick, but Cortez holds on, and the only thing Wildchild hits is canvas! Pretzler and Toxxic each watch on from their respective corners as Cortez scoops Wildchild up off the canvas and looks to slam him...but WC falls behind Todd and runs him towards the ropes, rolling him up for another pin attempt!

 

ONE!

 

Cortez easily kicks off, and Wildchild bolts for the ropes. Cortez rolls backwards and comes up to his feet, but soon finds a pair of legs scissored around his neck, and they snap him across the canvas!

 

"Flying headscissors by the Wildchild, and he and Cortez are having quite the contest so far!"

 

Cortez pulls himself up in the corner, and Wildchild runs in, leaping up onto the second rope and holding his fist up, getting approval from the fans to pound on the Urban Legend! After getting only a couple of shots off, Cortez lifts Wildchild off the ropes and drops him down on the apron, but a final well timed blow drives Todd back, and gives WC the room to springboard...NO! Toxxic runs across the apron and yanks him down, but before Wildchild can react, Cortez runs over and connects with a dropkick that sends the World Champion down to the guardrail! Cortez gets up, and the attack on Toxxic proves to distract him just enough to allow WC to springboard over his back, and roll him up with a sunset flip!

 

ONE!

 

T-NO! Cortez rolls through, and grabs a front facelock, lifting WC up and snapping him down with a quick suplex in one fluid motion! Cortez then bounces off the ropes and drops an elbow in Wildchild's sternum, then goes for a pin of his own!

 

ONE!

 

KICKOUT!

 

Cortez again leads WC to his feet, but Wildchild pushes the Urban Legend off of him and into the corner...right into a blind tag by Scott Pretzler!

 

"Scott snuck one in there, and Cortez does not look happy!"

 

Todd glares at the man who recently went over him on SWF television, but all Pretzler can do is offer a proud grin to his hated rival. Cortez makes like he's leaving the ring, and Pretzler turns to Wildchild...but Todd dropkicks him in the back, and he stumbles right into a hiptoss by Wildchild! Pretzler is stunned, but Wildchild keeps the offense going, pulling him up and sending him to the ropes, then bruising his jaw with a jumping back elbow smash! Wildchild is revved up and hits the ropes...but as he does Toxxic trips him from ringside and takes him off his game! Cortez sees the infraction and tries to come across the ring at Toxxic, but all that does is distract Harding so that Toxxic can enter the ring and snatch Wildchild up, then crack his back over his knee! Pretzler gets up and Toxxic ducks back out to the apron, leaving Wildchild prone for a running legdrop from "The Critic"!

 

ONE!

 

T-CORTEZ COMES AND PULLS THE CRITIC OFF!

 

Pretzler rolls over and looks up at the former Hardcore Champion, as Harding again orders Cortez out of the ring. Quickly, Scott turns his attention to Wildchild, lifting him up and running him headfirst into the corner by Toxxic, then tagging his cohort into the match. Together, the two start putting the boots to Wildchild, stomping him down in the corner before Harding breaks the double team. Pretzler steps out to the apron and Toxxic picks WC up, headbutting him twice before wrapping his arms around him and crushing him with a belly to belly suplex! Toxxic then makes sure that Wildchild is laying flat on his back, hovering over him, then drops a knee onto his temple. As Wildchild rolls around holding his head, Toxxic walks around the ring, looking out to the crowd and sneering at the perennial thorn in his side, Cortez. Toxxic then leads Wildchild to his feet and drags him to the corner, trapping him against the turnbuckles and ramming his shoulder into his stomach repeatedly. He then pulls Wildchild out and scoops him up onto his shoulder, then launches him forward, dropping him headfirst on the top turnbuckle!

 

"Toxxic rolls snake eyes..."

 

"...and it seems that everything is coming up craps for Wildchild!"

 

Wildchild staggers back, right into the arms of his foe, who prepares for a Russian Legsweep...but Wildchild puts up a fight, elbowing his way out of the move. With Toxxic stunned he breaks from his grasp and runs the ropes, but his burst of energy is short lived, as Toxxic snatches him on the rebound and drills him with a powerslam!

 

ONE!

 

T-NO!

 

Once again Wildchild prevents himself from being on the losing end of this contest, much to the chagrin of the Straight Edge Sensation. Toxxic leads him up, driving his knee into the side of Wildchild's head, then holding him as he goes and tags in his latest acquisition, the SWF Cruiserweight Champion. Pretzler comes in and clubs WC across the back as he's held by Toxxic, then pulls him away from the corner, hooking both of his arms and dropping him with a butterfly suplex before kneeling behind him and wrapping his arm around his head. Wildchild tries to squirm free, but Pretzler keeps him trapped. The popular speedball manages to roll to his knees, still caught in the grasp of the Cruiserweight Champion, but pushes up, and shoves Pretzler into the ropes! Wildchild leapfrogs him as he comes back towards him, but when Pretzler hits the ropes again, Cortez smacks his back, and Harding declares the tag is legal! Pretzler winds up elevated high in the air thanks to a back bodydrop, but when Wildchild turns his attention to his fallen opponent, the legal man enters the ring and floors him with a quick release German Suplex!

 

"Wildchild never saw it coming, but he's certainly feeling it!"

 

Cortez comes up from the suplex and sees Pretzler coming up by the ropes, so he does what any Good Sammirtan would do and helps him out of the ring, only he uses a running lariat to do so! After dumping Pretzler to a loud pop, Cortez focuses once again on Wildchild, but when he goes to pull the weary Bahama bomber up off the mat, he finds himself cradled in a small package!

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

KICKOUT!

 

"Great ring presence by Wildchild there, retaliating against Cortez's offense with a pin attempt to break his momentum!"

 

Todd gets up, and Wildchild takes longer to recover, as he's still in a fog, having been battling in the ring for as long as this match has gone on. Todd pulls him up and rocks him with an inverted atomic drop, then follows up with a standing lariat, but Wildchild ducks it, then spins Cortez around...but Todd drops his head and hooks a waistlock, then tosses Wildchild overhead with a release belly to belly suplex!

 

"I don't think that's how Wildchild intended to take to the air!"

 

Cortez is pumped, and Wildchild tries to pull himself up with the help of the ring ropes...however Toxxic leans over and pats his back, tagging himself in legally for the first time this contest.

 

"THIS is going to be interesting."

 

A buzz is in the air as now, for the first time in quite some time, Toxxic and Cortez are standing across the ring from each other. The two men stare each other down, oblivious to the referee, the other two combatants, or any of the fans that came out tonight to fill this arena.

 

“Pete, you might want to get under the desk, because this place is about to explode!”

 

The Idaho Center is rabid, as the roaring crowd starts a heavy chant for the sole purpose of motivating one of the two men standing in the ring.

 

“COR-TEZ!”

 

“COR-TEZ!”

 

“COR-TEZ!”

 

“For months, Todd Cortez has been chomping at the bit to get at the World Champion, and it’s about to happen right here!”

 

The two men exchange trash talk, mouthing to each other words that no one can hear. Like two charging rhinos, the two men stomp towards mid ring, each man raising his arms up, and Todd Cortez and Toxxic tie up! Champion and streetfighter jockey for position, each one trying to capture the strength advantage, until the World Champion gets cocky and shoves his foe down to the canvas!

 

“That’s a message, Pete. That’s Toxxic telling Cortez that he’s not as good as he thinks he is!”

 

Cortez dusts himself off and comes at Toxxic, but the World Champion back pedals to the corner, then turns around and tags in Pretzler before Cortez is within striking distance! Todd lunges for Toxxic, but he quickly ducks out to the apron, backing away from Todd and reminding Harding that a tag was made. Cortez will have none of it, as he wants to get his hands on the man who retired his tag team partner what seems like a lifetime ago. Instead, he gets Pretzler, who turns to Toxxic with a puzzled expression on his face. Toxxic reassures his charge that everything is cool, and that’s enough for The Critic to come at Cortez with an added bit of confidence, trying to intimidate the Urban Legend. Pretzler approaches Cortez, pointing a finger in his chest and offering words of discouragement for his foe. Cortez knocks the hand away, not intimidated in the slightest, but Pretzler can't take a hint, and further provokes Cortez, who fires back with an open right hand, slapping the taste out of Pretzler's mouth!

 

"That's one way to make a statement!"

 

Pretzler wipes his lips, and looks back at Cortez, who waves him on, ready for battle. Pretzler sneers at the Martial Law member, his dislike for him having just increased tenfold. He shoots for Todd's legs, but Cortez just hammers him on the back with forearms, then leads him to the corner and blisters his chest with several knife edge chops! Pretzler then gets dragged out of the corner and lifted up onto the top rope, with Cortez following up after him. The Critic immediately starts to fight back, shoving Cortez to the canvas...but Todd floats over to his feet and charges up the ropes again, grabbing Pretzler around the waist and pulling him off the ropes with a SUPER OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!

 

“Crash landing for The Critic, and the Urban Legend is taking it to the Revolution!”

 

“And what stupid move it is. He’s wearing himself out, he’ll become prone to mistakes, and he’s allowing Wildchild to refresh himself out on the apron! Mark my words, this will cost Cortez!”

 

Todd rolls over and crawls to Pretzler, draping himself across his upper body for a cover!

 

ONE!

 

TW-TOXXIC COMES IN AND YANKS CORTEZ OFF OF THE CRITIC!

 

“That sonuva…”

 

Harding scolds the World Champion and ushers him back to the outside, and Cortez simply crawls back onto Pretzler and covers again!

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

KICKOUT!

 

Both Toxxic and Wildchild were about to rush the ring, but The Critic proved to be able to keep this match going, kicking out of Cortez's second attempt. Both men get up, and Pretzler quickly rakes the eyes, then lifts Cortez up for a back suplex...only to have Todd float over and lift for his own...but Pretzler floats over that attempt, then shocks Cortez with a schoolboy!

 

ONE!

 

TW-KICKOUT!

 

Cortez kicks out of the pin, and as he comes up to his feet Pretzler charges with a lariat, but Cortez ducks, then turns around and dropkicks Scott in the back, sending him stumbling to the ropes and rebounding back into the clutches of Todd Cortez, who lifts him up and drops him with a quick back suplex! Todd then gets up and hits the ropes, running towards "The Critic's" fallen body and leaping off his feet, flipping in mid air before crashing down onto the sternum of the SWF Cruiserweight Champion with a somersault senton drop!

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

KICKOUT!

 

"The efforts have been tremendous here! These two are desperate to prove themselves!"

 

Cortez gets up and leads Pretzler up, only to be taken over with a fireman's carry! Pretzler then grabs a headlock, wrenching his arms around the skull of Cortez as the Urban Legend pushes up to his feet, shoving Scott into the ropes and then scissoring his leg on the rebound, taking him to the mat!

 

"Drop toehold by the Urban Legend takes Pretzler down, and...WAIT...YES, THE HOOK UP!"

 

Cortez slides onto Pretzler's back, trying to pin him in place for his submission finisher, but "The Critic" slithers out from under him, making his way towards the ropes as fast as possible and sliding out to the apron while wrapping his arms and legs around the bottom rope, preventing any offense from his opponent!

 

"Close call for The Critic!"

 

Pretzler gets up on the apron, complaining to Harding about Cortez...and then finds himself yanked over the ropes and back into the ring! Pretzler lands hard on his lower back, and that pain is increased once Cortez lifts him up off his feet, dropping him on his knee with an atomic drop! Pretzler reels, and Cortez follows up with another atomic drop, not letting Pretzler get a moments rest. Cortez lifts a third time, holding Pretzler up on his shoulder as he prepares for a third drop...and on the third lift, drops him down hard on the canvas rather than his knee! Pretzler's mouth hangs open, the pain surging up his spine as he's then laid out by a dropkick to the back of his neck! With Pretzler stretched out on the canvas, Cortez moves out of the ring and onto the apron, propelling himself up onto the top rope and springboarding back in, coming down with a flying kneedrop...NO! Pretzler rolls under it...BUT CORTEZ ROLLS THROUGH WITH THE LANDING! He turns around...

 

SMACK!

 

"WHOOO!" goes the crowd, as "The Critic" connects with an blistering chop that staggers Cortez.

 

SMACK!

 

SMACK!

 

The trifecta drives Cortez back into the ropes, but Todd blocks the whip attempt, hanging onto the ropes. Pretzler counters by driving a knee into his ribs, then pulling him away from the ropes, pounding on his back with forearms before carrying him over with a gutwrench suplex! Cortez sits up, but is struck across the back of the neck by Pretzler, who drives his elbow into the neck of his opponent and then leads him to his feet, trying for a German...NO! Cortez counters, spinning into his own waistlock! Pretzler pries Cortez's hands apart, breaking his grip, and then rotating his body around, trying to clothesline Cortez, who ducks...and catches Scott with a sweep kick! Standing moonsault HITS KNEE~!...and Cortez slowly comes back to his feet...and gets carried over with a German Suplex that brings him right down on his neck!

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

NO!

 

Cortez rolls a shoulder, but the damage has been done, as the cameras catch him favoring the neck after the kickout. Pretzler comes and lifts him up, taking him over to the corner and working him over to keep him in place, then backs away and charges full speed ahead, smashing into Cortez with a clothesline!

 

"Cortez got crushed by a corner clothesline!"

 

"Try saying that three times fast!"

 

Todd staggers away, and Pretzler positions himself behind him, pulling Todd's arm through his own legs and then tucking the other one under his arm, lifing him up with a pumphandle...but Todd slips over his shoulder and grabs him by the head! A worn down Cortez sits himself on the top rope and hooks Pretzler's head in a front facelock, then swings off the ropes with a Tornado...NO! Pretzler dumps him on the apron to counter, then takes a swing...blocked! Another swing...ducked...and Cortez fires off a right hand of his own, dazing the latest addition to the Revolution Zero stable! Speaking of Rev-0, Toxxic rushes across the apron, but Cortez sees it coming and turns to his side and clocks Toxxic, knocking him down to ringside! Cortez then springboards off the ropes and onto Scott's shoulders...but Pretzler won't be taken over by the rana attempt, countering with a spine shattering powerbomb, and hangs on for the pin!

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

NO!

 

Wildchild runs in and stomps on Pretzler, breaking up the pin! As he's immediately ordered out, Pretzler pulls Cortez up again, and hits a second powerbomb, pinning the legs down for added incentive.

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

KICKOUT!

 

"The resilience of Cortez is shining through, but Pretzler has done quite a job of targetting the back and neck of his foe!"

 

"Pretzler's focused on trying to find an Achille's heel on the former Hardcore Champion, because once he finds a way to get that Snowflake Clutch locked on, the Urban Legend will be history!"

 

"That's IF one of the other two don't prevent it from going down that way, Pete."

 

"True enough."

 

Cortez is obviously suffering, as he's slow in recovering from the impact of the two powerbombs. Pretzler lends a hand in his own way, pulling Cortez up and rocking him with a European uppercut that puts Cortez down on one knee! Todd gets pulled up onto both feet, but then is keeling over courtesy of a kneelift to the stomach! Pretzler takes Cortez's arms and locks his own hands, then lifts the straight edge superstar up and over with a butterfly suplex!

 

"Cortez takes the brunt of that on his back, and Pretzler knows that a man who can't stand is a man who can't fight!"

 

Scott circles the ring, soaking up these few precious moments while Todd is down and using them for some recovery time. Spying Todd pushing up to his feet, Pretzler moves for him again, and takes him by the straps on his wifebeater and tosses him backfirst into the corner, then starts kicking him in the ribs to further wear him down! Pretzler then pulls him out of the corner, tucking his head...and then ramming Cortez right back into the turnbuckles! Scott then lifts Todd up onto the top rope and follows, ready to shock the spinal cord of his persistent foe, but Cortez won't budge! Pretzler tries again, but for the second time Cortez hangs on, and shoves Pretzler down to the canvas! Scott lands on his feet and comes back up the ropes, but Cortez is ready and pushes him off again...down onto his feet! Pretzler bounces into the ropes, shaking them to cause Todd to crotch himself! The Cruiserweight Champion steps up the turnbuckles to confront his foe once again, pulling him up to his feet on the third rope. Both men stagger, coming perilously close to falling off the ropes, especially once Cortez stuns Scott with a headbutt, and a second…and a third…THEN TAKES HIM FOR A RIDE OFF THE ROPES AS HE SCORES WITH A SUPER INVERTED ATOMIC DROP!

 

“CROTCH DROPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPAH!”

 

“The WHAT!?”

 

“Oh please, like the puro influence can’t spread to commentary teams as well?”

 

The Idaho faithful are electric, as Pretzler howls in pain, holding his own so to speak as he rolls around in agony on the canvas. A weary Cortez remains on the mat still, the result of fighting so hard for so long in this contest. Harding steps back and watches as both men lick their wounds, and Toxxic can take no more, coming into the ring and dragging Pretzler towards the ropes so that he can make a tag and get in on the action while Cortez is down! Harding stops this, pushing Toxxic back out, much to the chagrin of the World Champion…WHICH ALLOWS WILDCHILD TO DO THE SAME THING TO CORTEZ!

 

“Look at that! Wildchild saw an opening and took it, and Toxxic is NOT pleased!”

 

WC waits for Harding to turn back around before leaning into the ring, tagging Cortez on the back and bringing himself into this contest. Quickly, Toxxic stretches out and barely grazes Pretzler, but it’s enough to get the tag, and he comes into the ring…only to be floored with a leg lariat with Wildchild! WC then mounts the shoulders of his hated rival and hammers away before bringing him up and sending him to the ropes, then snapping him over with a huracanrana! Toxxic stumbles around the ring, pulling himself up in the corner, only to have the speedster charge at him and monkey flip him across the ring! Toxxic lands with a resounding thud, and Wildchild just keeps going, running to the ropes and jumping to the top, springboarding back into the ring and onto Toxxic with a Pinball! Wildchild pounces on his fallen opponent, hooking the leg as Harding dives to the canvas!

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

KICKOUT!

 

Toxxic escapes defeat, but Wildchild doesn’t stop there, bringing him over to the corner again and mounting the middle rope, pounding on Toxxic with rapid fire fists!

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THREE!

 

FOUR!

 

FIVE!

 

SIX!

 

SEVEN!

 

EIGHT!

 

NINE!

 

TEN!

 

Wildchild jumps down, and the World Champion slowly stumbles out of the corner, his eyes as glazed as a donut in a cops hand. WC then ducks out to the apron and climbs the turnbuckles, as Toxxic still has his back to him…and the Bahama Bomber leaps onto his shoulders and takes him down with a Victory Roll!

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

BASEMENT DROPKICK BY TODD CORTEZ BREAKS UP THE PIN!

 

“That could have gotten him three right there, and Cortez was ready to make sure it didn’t happen!”

 

“That’s got to be the only time we ever see Todd Cortez save Toxxic in ANY fashion!”

 

Cortez calmly returns to the apron without incident, having done what he intended to do. The two legal men come up to their feet, and Toxxic takes a swing, but Wildchild ducks the haymaker and tackles Toxxic by the waist, driving him backwards into the corner and then lifting him onto the ropes…and Todd Cortez slaps the boot of Wildchild unbeknownst to the Human Hurricane! Harding makes the call that it’s all good and Todd sneaks into the ring, as Wildchild leads Toxxic to his feet on the top rope, preparing for a superplex…and Cortez comes and gets under Wildchild, lifting him onto his shoulders before all three fall back to the canvas!

 

“Stacked Superplex! Toxxic gets dropped by the Wildchild, who in turn got planted by the Urban Legend, who is once again legal in this match!”

 

All three men are laid out, with only Pretzler, still smarting from earlier, recovering on the apron. As Wildchild starts to stir he’s escorted out by Harding, leaving Cortez and Toxxic to pound away on each other! They trade blows, with Toxxic using a knee to turn the tide, then whip Cortez into the corner. Toxxic charges in, but Todd throws a boot up, catching him right in the mush, then running the ropes that run alongside Toxxic, pouncing off his feet and seeking out Toxxic with the HOLLOW POINT…BUT TOXXIC MOVES AND REFEREE HARDING TAKES THE HIT~!

“JEFFERSON HARDING JUST SNAPPED IN TWO ON LIVE TELEVISION!”

 

The ref crumbles to the mat, the wind knocked out of him, as a shocked Cortez gets up…only to be planted with the DeToxx! An exhausted Toxxic then stands over his opponent, making sure he’s down, and goes over to Harding to check on his condition…ONLY TO FALL VICTIM TO A SPRINGBOARD CARRIBEAN CUTTER~!

 

“What the…he’s not legal!”

 

”With a ref down, EVERYTHING is going to become legal!”

 

The roar of the crowd fuels the rage of Wildchild, who again starts hammering on Toxxic as vengeance for what he recently endured. Pretzler finally comes back into the ring, this time to aid his leader, but Wildchild pops up and rocks him with a jawbreaker, then runs the ropes and hits a rolling Koppo Kick that sends Pretzler spilling out through the ropes and to the floor! The cheers of the crowd continue to energize WC as he pulls Cortez up, putting his back to him and setting him in a familiar position…

 

“Wildchild is setting Cortez up for one of his patented finishers!”

 

“That’s a good move on the part of the Wildchild. If he can take Cortez out and take his place, how will Harding know who’s legal and who isn’t?”

 

Wildchild hooks both of Todd’s arms and jumps up, executing the WILD DRIVER…But before he can bring Todd’s head crashing into the canvas, Cortez powers up, with Wildchild hooked and dangling over his back…

 

…AND USES HIS OWN FINISHER ON HIM!

 

“RIGHT DOWN ON THE NECK!”

 

“Todd Cortez just spiked Wildchild with a Wild Ride!”

 

Cortez pushes up to his feet after the move, but immediately finds himself clenched in Toxxic’s grip…AND THEN FINDS HIMSELF A VICTIM OF TOXXIC SHOCK SYNDROME!

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THREE!

 

BUT THERE’S NO REFEREE!

 

Toxxic gets up, the aggravation emblazoned across his face. He goes over to Harding and roughly shakes him, trying to bring him too, but to no avail. Toxxic then surveys the ring area, noticing Pretzler down and out on the floor, Wildchild out like a light in the ring, and Cortez in pretty similar condition. Knowing that Cortez is the legal man, he keeps his attention focused on him, pulling him back up, but Todd’s dead weight just falls back to the canvas. Toxxic snickers, then pulls Cortez up again…AND TODD FIRES OFF A DESPERATION LOW BLOW! He quickly scissors Toxxic’s head between his legs, and the fans bellow out the call for his finisher.

 

“R-A-P!”

 

“R-A-P!”

 

“R-A-P!”

 

Cortez tries to lift, but suddenly something catches his eye, as a blur comes across the screen…Scott Pretzler has charged in and tried to take Todd’s head off with a beltshot! Cortez ducks, throwing Toxxic down to the mat…and fires back a superkick that sends Pretzler back to the floor and the Cruiserweight belt flopping to the canvas! Cortez turns back to Toxxic, but as soon as he does the World Champion grabs his arm and pulls him to the mat with an armbar…only for Cortez to roll through, coming up to his feet…AND SNATCHING TOXXIC BY THE THROAT!

 

URBAN ASSAULT BY TODD CORTEZ ON THE SWF WORLD CHAMPION, AND BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!

 

“AMAZING! We’ve had a ref go down, one man fall victim to his own creation, another man having his teeth kicked down his throat, and it has come down to these two mortal enemies! THIS is what the SWF is all about!”

 

“COR-TEZ!”

 

“COR-TEZ!”

 

“COR-TEZ!”

 

The chant is strong, as the support of Todd Cortez encompasses the arena. Cortez gets up and brings Toxxic to his feet, pinning the head of the World Champion between his knees. Cortez takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, jumping over the back of Toxxic and pulling his dead weight over with him before ultimately spiking his head on the canvas!

 

“The ultimate head drop connects! The Riot Act Plus was just given to our World Champion!”

 

With nothing left to do, Cortez covers, still with enough sense to hook the leg in case Toxxic still has something left in his tank. A weary Harding shakes the cobwebs loose and comes over, seeing the pin attempt, with neither of the other two combatants in any position to break it up.

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THREE!

 

DING DING DING!

 

“HE DID IT! AFTER MONTHS AND MONTHS OF TRYING, TODD CORTEZ HAS LIVED UP TO THE HYPE! HE HAS PINNED TOXXIC!”

 

“He’s pinned Dace Night, Mak Francis, numerous others, and not one of them can compare to what we just saw! Todd Cortez just scored the most important pinfall of his brief career!”

 

“Breathe” comes up, but the sound of it is soft compared to the applause being given right now, as Funyon takes the mic to bellow out the referee’s ruling.

 

“Ladies and gentlemen, your winner…the URBAN LEGEND, TODDDD CORRRTEZZZZ!”

 

Another roar follows the announcement, as Harding raises Cortez’s hand up. Cortez, who has seen better days, still climbs up on the turnbuckles and pounds his heart, pointing out to the fans before grabbing his cross and kissing it, then pointing to the sky.

 

“Todd Cortez has won numerous titles here in the SWF. He was a part of the most heralded tag team in company history, yet tonight, I think we saw the one true milestone in his career. This was a big win for that young man!”

 

“I take back what I said earlier. It seems that the frustration and hatred served as a fuel for his fire, and Todd Cortez made good on his promise. If he wasn’t a target of Revolution Zero enough already, he’s just painted a fresh bullseye on his back with this victory!”

 

The crowd continues to celebrate, as Cortez rolls out of the ring, thinking to himself that all he needs right now is a nice hot shower and a good night’s sleep. After all, he just pinned the World Heavyweight Champion. His most hated of hated rivals.

 

“Redemption finally came for that young man tonight, and I personally wait to hear Toxxic’s response to his defeat tonight!”

 

“Oh, we’re going to hear about it all right.”

 

Pretzler rolls into the ring and tends to his fallen leader, while Wildchild is aided to his feet by Harding. Cortez slaps some hands on the way up the ramp, then gets to the entrance stage and turns around, facing the three men he just did battle with, and raising his hands in triumph one final time before the feed cuts out, ending another edition of SWF Television.