Toshiaki Koala 0 Report post Posted April 9, 2005 Although I had many free hours during the week, I made the brilliant mistake of not starting this match until around 8:00 Thursday night. I figured it would be OK, though, as I always seem to get things done no matter how much I procrastinate. I came home on Friday, and my brother, of course, was playing one those stupid online strategy games... but I didn't say anything, because I knew I'd be able to get an extension. I've never been denied one *before.* Needless to say, I forgot that Dace lived in a different time zone, and that 8:00 for me is for him one in the morning. Upon hearing my request, he promptly went to bed. So this is the match I didn't send. While it's not overtly 'good,' I think it's fun enough to warrant placement in this thread. There is a gaping hole in the middle portion, indicated by a large blank space, that would probably be filled by many backbreakers and tree spots. Yes, tree spots. ----- “Our next match, ladies and gentlemen,” Longdogger Pete begins, “should be a bit of a curiosity. To say the least.” As the camera zooms away from the booth and pans to show the reaction of the crowd, it’s clear that we have moved to a different part of the “arena.” The seats have been arranged in a circular pattern as usual; only now, they surround not the forest floor but a medium-sized pond with an island in the middle. Large speakers have been interspersed throughout the front row, where the commentary booth is also located, and floodlights cast their illumination toward the middle of the pond. The island itself is small, irregularly shaped, and about ten feet in diameter. It is almost bare except for a layer of grass, some rocks, and a sapling near one of its edges. The only living being present is non-native species Red Herrington. Above the buzz of the audience, a helicopter can be faintly heard. “It should indeed,” King continues. “After suffering a devastating loss to the Wildchild that robbed him of his Cruiserweight Championship, Scott Pretzler is out for blood. He’ll get a chance to improve his record tonight when he takes on the charismatic hip-hopper Lil’ Buck, fresh off a victory on Smarkdown. Still, you’ve got to think this will be easy pickings for the Critic.” “What do you mean? If anything, Pretzler’s in over his head tonight. In short time, Lil’ Buck has proven himself to be one of the toughest and most dangerous men in the SWF. Scott Pretzler thrives in a controlled environment, where rules are in place… the exact opposite of what we’re about to see.” … “The following contest is a Butte Death Match scheduled for ONE FALL!” The booming yet distorted voice of Funyon echoes across the pond. At first, it is unclear where the voice is coming from, until the helicopter finally floats into view. The ring announcer is standing in the open side door of the craft, bullhorn in hand. “In this match, the two competitors will be placed on the island before you. The first person to force his opponent into the water will be declared THE WINNER!” The speakers suddenly come alive with the urban beats of Crime Mob’s “Knuck If You Buck.” The helicopter has now reached a position directly above the island, and an imposing figure is visible in the doorway. Pimp cup in hand, Lil’ Buck crosses his arms and stares down at the crowd with street-honed snarl of a true gangsta. “Introducing first, from Lannet, Alabama, weighing two hundred seventy pounds… LIL’ BUCK!” A dazzling glint of light flashes momentarily on his face as one of the floodlights reflects off his crunk teeth. He raises the pimp cup to his lips and drains its contents, and the substance that dribbles down his chin is definitely not orange juice. He turns and nods. Then he begins to descend from the helicopter, supported by a cable attached to a harness at his waist. He draws a mixed reaction; many cheer him on while others are intimidated into silence. When he touches down, he removes the harness and gives the thumbs-up to the helicopter squad, who reel the cable back in. “You know, Pete, I hadn’t even heard of crunk music until this guy showed up.” “Well,” Pete responds, “you’re not exactly what one might call hip.” “What does ‘crunk’ mean, anyway? Is it the past participle of ‘crank’ in some long-forgotten dialect?” “Maybe you ought to ask him yourself.” “Oh, I know! You get it by combining the words ‘crap’ and ‘junk.’” “As I said, don’t ask me…” Suddenly, the tone shifts as the rap song is replaced by the cultured, harmonious notes of Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony. Scott Pretzler appears at the door of the copter, and he wastes no time leaping out into the evening air after making sure his harness is secure. He wears an expression of absolute seriousness. BOOOOOOO! “And his opponent, from Toronto, Ontario, weighing two hundred twenty six pounds… ‘THE CRITIC’ SCOTT PRETZLER!” Pretzler places his hands on his hips as he descends in an effort to appear composed, but nobody is fooled. He is on edge. And as hard as he tries, he cannot keep the bloodlust from burning in his eyes. Upon touching down, he proceeds to unbuckle his… WHAP! Without warning, a hard left connects with his jaw. He is thrown off balance but does not hit the ground – instead, the harness’ support causes his rear end to dangle inches above the grass. Lil’ Buck grabs hold of the harness and forcefully yanks him to his feet, then takes the cable and attempts to wind it around his neck. Pretzler thrashes wildly, not willing to be Bossman’d, and referee Herrington quickly moves in to separate them. Across the water, a bell rings. After being rebuffed several times, Herrington succeeds in breaking Buck’s hold on the cable. He restrains the crunkster, who, after calming down, grins and nods at the audience. YEEEAAAHHH! Pretzler is enraged. He will not, however, allow this to degenerate into a street brawl – tat would be letting his opponent win long before the final bell. Instead, he crouches and extends a tentative right hand, hoping to initiate a test of strength. Lil’ Buck stares at him with incredulity. After a show of disrespect like that, Pretzler should be returning the beef, not reaching out to hold his hand like a sissy schoolgirl. He points and laughs. “Look at this crazy ni–” WHAM! Returning the favor, Pretzler rams a hard elbow into the face of the gloating rapper. Buck responds with another southpaw jab, and Pretzler fires off a second elbow! “And it’s on!” shouts Pete. “I feel bad for Scott,” King whines. “He’s always getting attacked before the bell!” Pretzler tries to grab Buck by the hair in order to add force to his elbow strikes, but his hand merely brushes over his opponent’s Astro Turf-like stubble. Buck takes the opportunity to deliver a hard knee to the gut before lifting Pretzler up in position for a bodyslam. As the Canadian struggles, Lil’ Buck marches toward the shore of the island. “This could be over fast,” says Pete. “Just hit him in the balls!” urges King. In his upside-down position, Pretzler has very few options and very little time, so he targets the area of Buck’s body most readily available… the legs. Clenching his right fist, he brings the arm down hard against Buck’s kneecap, causing the rapper to cry out. He releases Pretzler, who falls onto his back dangerously close to the water’s edge. The Critic climbs to his feet and performs a tuck-and-roll to bring himself back into the center of the island. Buck rotates to face him, but Pretzler does not attack upon reaching a vertical base. Instead, he holds out his hands in a placating gesture and begins to speak. “Okay, look. I’m really not in the mood for this crap, but I think it would be best if we made this a clean contest. Are you familiar with the basics of amateur wrestling?” Lil’ Buck again watches him with a mixture of amusement and disbelief. He crosses his arms, causing his muscles to bulge with even greater menace. The tattooed words “Dirty South” are now spelled out with clarity on his forearms. “I take that as a ‘no.’ I’m not surprised. Since you…” “…You gonna hit me, bitch?” “…Since you seem like a brutish fellow, I’ll let you start on top.” Pretzler descends to his hands and knees and beckons Lil’ Buck to come behind him. The King of Crunk is not easily persuaded. ”I don’t swing that way, homie.” Lil’ Buck quickly tires of this nonsense and moves in to kick Pretzler in the ribs; the young mat marvel, however, reacts more speedily, darting to the side and tackling Buck by the legs. As he shifts his weight upward, Pretzler trips his opponent so that he is now crouched above him. He floats over Buck’s downed body until he reaches the head, then applies a grounded front headlock. Tightening it, he rocks back onto his feet and jerks Buck up so he is at the same level as Pretzler’s hip. Then, digging his left thigh into his opponent’s side, he flips the rapper over his leg and back down into a more secure headlock. Buck’s face gains a rosy complexion as the pressure of the hold increases. He stretches out an arm and tries to turn toward Pretzler, but there is too much leverage on that side. Twisting in the other direction could expose him to a possible chokehold. BOOOORING! BOOOORING! “This is not,” Pete complains, “what people expect to see when they heard the name ‘Butte Death Match.’” “Because it’s not gay porn?” asks King, finally making the obvious joke. Buck again twists his body inward; only this time, he uses his right arm to reach over and bash Pretzler in the side of the head. The hold weakens, and Pretzler suddenly releases it altogether. As Buck sits up, Pretzler abruptly stands before coming down again with a low dropkick to the back of his neck. Buck rolls over clutching his head, and Pretzler moves in for the instinctual cover… only to be reminded that there are no pinfalls in a Butte Death Match! Undaunted, the Revolution Zero member merely makes a minor strategy adjustment – rather then pinning him, he begins to roll his opponent in the direction of the shallows! BOOOOOOO! It’s far too early for that plan to work, as the bulky hip-hopper buries an elbow in the grass to stabilize himself, bringing the rolling to an immediate halt. He then leans in the other direction to face Pretzler and punches him hard in the gut. Although he’s a southpaw, the massive strength behind the right-handed blow is more than enough to send Scott reeling. Pretzler stands and Buck rises to a squat… …before exploding upward with a forearm to the cruiserweight’s jaw! YEEEEAAAAHHHH! Pretzler’s Chin is Checked and he stumbles back before collapsing on the loamy earth. Buck pumps his fist into the air, drawing another round of cheers, before continuing his return to the offensive. He walks briskly over to where Pretzler is laying and bitchslaps him. Hard. The grimace is wiped off his face and replaced by a look of shock – the expression doesn’t remain very long, though, as Lil’ Buck grabs him by the shoulder and heaves him onto his stomach. He stiffens, and the Alabama Gangsta takes a firm hold on his neck; with both hands tight around Pretzler’s windpipe, he slams the Canadian’s head repeatedly into the ground, each time causing dust to fly and a cringe-inducing thud to rise into the cool Butte air. Pretzler gasps, wheezes, and spits up dirt as his limbs flap helplessly. Red Herrington stands by, his only purpose being to determine which man first touches the water. “This is sick! This… this isn’t even a wrestling match!” King hollers. Not satisfied with inducing brain damage, Buck seizes his opponent by the hair and jerks his head up, allowing everyone to see the mask of pain and humiliation. He grins as he surveys the crowd. Then he looks back down at Pretzler. Spits. Pushes his face into the dirt. YEEEAAAHHH! He rubs Pretzler’s face in the rocky soil, grinding it, grating it, until the flesh begins to burn and chafe. Holding him down by the neck with his right hand, he uses the left to deliver a round of hard punches to the back of the head. WHUMP! WHUMP! WHUMP! Pretzler spits and chokes. He pushes up with his forearms in an attempt to regain some leverage, but it’s of no use, as the rapper violently shoves him back down. Rolling him over again, Buck begins to rain blows upon his face. A vicious one to the jaw makes an especially unpleasant noise. “Lil’ Buck knows that if he can knock Pretzler unconscious, it will be no problem at all to dump him in the water,” Pete points out. “He also seems to be targeting the neck after that idiot Wildchild dropped him in on it so many times. Damn it.” The real implications of this are now visible as Buck drags the battered Pretzler to his feet. Dropping him again with a forearm to the back, he turns around so his rear his facing Pretzler’s head. He reaches behind himself and hooks Pretzler’s left arm… …and Pretzler immediately uses the other arm to push himself away from Buck with as much force as he can manage. Buck stumbles a few feet before whirling to face Pretzler again, and the Critic stands there catching his breath – and aghast, because the move Lil’ Buck just attempted was none other than the Buck Wild Ride… “…The move that defeated Pretzler on not one but two occasions. The only move ever to have resulted in a pinfall over him.” King’s voice is laced with dread. Realizing the severity of his predicament, Pretzler is filled with a newfound urgency to win. He charges, apparently going for a shoulderblock – but as Lil’ Buck swings with a lariat, he ducks under it and ends up behind the crunk artist. He applies a vise-like waistlock and heaves Buck onto his shoulders. Hoping to backdrop him into the pond, he succeeds only in staggering back several inches before collapsing under his opponent’s weight. He still manages to execute the move, however, and he does so more than competently; Buck lands stiffly on his shoulder blades and groans in pain. Pretzler lies on the grass, his wind still returning, and when he has caught his breath he turns over and pushes Buck onto his stomach. He stands, using his arms to assist him by leaning against Buck, and upon standing he performs a brief handstand before dropping down into a kneedrop on the heavyweight’s spine! Buck cries out and turns onto his side, reaching out an arm to trip Pretzler – but the Critic hops over the arm and behind Buck, then delivers a sliding knee attack to his back. Some painful friction results due to the uneven surface, but Pretzler hardly notices it; instead, he dedicates himself to driving several penetrating elbows into the vertebrae of his opponent. From his position, he can see only Buck’s back… …and is therefore caught off guard when the southerner turns over and bashes him in the face with a freshly-uprooted chunk of granite! YEEEAAAHHH! Pretzler falls back, his forehead throbbing where it was struck, and Buck drags him to his feet before clubbing a second time. The crowd leaps to its feet in support. CRUNK HIM UP! CRUNK HIM UP! Throwing up his forearms in defense, Pretzler does his best to weather the barrage, but Lil’ Buck now grasps the rock with both hands and buries it in the Canadian’s gut. He doubles over and Buck applies a front facelock. “Oh, my God… did Lil’ Buck just use a wrestling move?” King gasps. Not exactly. With the facelock in place, Buck uses a modification of his traditional strategy: instead of bringing his forearm down upon Pretzler’s head, he uses the rock, adding considerable force to his blows. At the same time, he uses his knee to bore a hole in his ribs. Pretzler himself punches as hard as he can at Lil’ Buck’s stomach, hoping desperately that the rapper will release the hold or at least falter and provide an opening. But his strikes have little effect from such a compromising position. A last brutal swing topples him. Once he falls, Buck begins to roll him toward the water. CRUNK HIM UP! CRUNK HIM UP! His attempt is met with mighty resistance, as Pretzler claws at the ground, buries his feet in the soil, does whatever he can to avoid being dunked. He presses himself flat against the ground. Hugs it as if it were his mother’s bosom. Once more, Lil’ Buck turns so that his rear is facing the crouched form of Scott Pretzler. He reaches back and hooks Pretzler’s arms with his own. He grins, the shine of his crunk teeth undiminished by the thin sheen of blood that coats his mouth. CRUNK HIM UP! CRUNK HIM UP! “Here it comes!” Pete exclaims. “Pretzler has never kicked of this move!” With a grunt, Buck attempts to twist his own body sideways in order to reverse their position and place Pretzler on his back. Pretzler fights it furiously. He throws his legs out from under himself, splaying his body out and making it impossible for Buck to lift him. But Lil’ Buck is stronger than most wrestlers, and he leans forward, gradually pulling Pretzler to a semi-vertical base. Pretzler continues to strain. He manages again to extend his legs as far as they will stretch, but it isn’t quite enough. Buck is too strong. So Pretzler headbutts him in the tailbone. Not right in the balls, but close enough. Enough to give Buck pause, and for Pretzler to escape the hold. BOOOOOOO! However, Pretzler is not in great shape himself. Buck’s brutal attacks have done considerable damage above the shoulders, and immediately after delivering the headbutt he steps back and clutches his neck. Giving Buck the chance to move in, boot him in the gut… and reposition him for the Buck Wild Ride! He gives Pretzler no chance to escape, this time twisting immediately to the side so that Pretzler is positioned on his back. YEEEAAAAAHHHHH! But his spine, sore from so many backbreakers, suddenly sends out a needle of pain. Buck flinches, and in that moment Pretzler uses his momentum to continue rolling, this time landing on his feet and freeing himself from Buck’s grip. Already behind his opponent, he moves in and applies a rear facelock, setting Buck up for the Tildebang Driver! “YES!” shouts King. “Kill ‘im dead, Scott!” Having seen what the maneuver can do, Lil’ Buck is in no mood to take the plunge. He reaches up and swings blindly at Pretzler’s jaw… and connects! Pretzler’s hold slackens and Buck whips an elbow back, causing Pretzler to stumble backward… …to within mere inches of the island’s shore! Horrified, he runs forward with renewed ferocity and whips his elbow into Buck’s back. The rap star jars and Pretzler reapplies the front facelock. This time, though, he does not attempt the Tildebang Driver. Having discovered first-hand how close the water is, he lifts Buck into the air… …and drops him in a reverse suplex… SPLASH! RIGHT INTO THE WATER! *DING DING DING!* The bell rings on the other side of the pond as the lower half of Buck’s body crashes down into the shallows. “Here is your winner… ‘THE CRITIC’ SCOTT PRETZLER!” Pretzler sits up, in pain but fully aware of what he has just done. And proud. He stands and referee Herrington raises his arm. “The situation didn’t require it,” says King, “but Scott Pretzler has wrestled his way to victory!” He looks down at the defeated figure of Lil’ Buck. For a moment, he considers walking over and spitting on it. But that would be a show of disrespect. Pretzler is above such vulgar gestures. 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Zack Malibu 0 Report post Posted April 20, 2005 "And we are back!" chimes Longdogger Pete. "With a huge, semi-main event match that could main event any SWF show. Especially with Toxxic only appearing once every three shows nowadays." "Hey, he's on shows! He just...doesn't wrestle." "Well, he will wrestle soon enough. But what we must concentrate on now is a match between two teams who I'm sure aren't on Toxxic's Revolution Want List." "Oh, come on Pete...EVERYONE is on the want list. Even you." "Even me?" "Yeah!" "...anyway, Tag Titles on the line, next! ...so...I'm really on the list?" Suddenly, the lights in the arena drop out, leaving the crowd shrouded in darkness before loud shots of white pyro explode and the sounds of bombs and gunfire echo through the arena. The opening melodic chords and vocals of "Save Yourself" fade up as spotlights shine on the entrance ramp, illuminating Maddix and Cortez, Megan following out behind them. The three stop, surveying the crowd. "I...CAN...NOT...SAAAVE...YOU! "I! CAN'T! EVEN! SAAAVE...MYYY...SELF!" "SO JUST SAAAVE YOURSELF!" ... "SSSAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVEEE!!!" "Ladies and gentlemen, this contest is scheduled for one fall...and it is for the SWF WORLD... TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS!! Introducing first, the challengers. Being led to the ring by Megan Skye...at a total combined weight of four hundred, fourty six pounds. LANDON 'LA CUCARACHA' MADDIX... 'THE URBAN LEGEND' TODD CORTEZ... MMMMAAAAAARRRTTIIIAAAAALLLL... LLLLLLAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWW!!!" The trio make their way to the ring, with Maddix leaping to the apron and holding the ropes for Megan, while Cortez takes the steps. "Well, this is a big opportunity for Martial Law. Todd Cortez, former two time tag champion...part of the longest reigning tag team champions in SWF history with Mike Van Siclen. His partner has not been Tag Champion. But, he and Todd Royal had many battles in March of last year with Wild and Dangerous, over those belts." "Yeah. But that was back when Maddix was almost tolerable. That was his best role...as a lackey." Maddix and Cortez drop into their corner and talk over strategy with Megan. Meanwhile, "Fuel My Fire" by The Prodigy begins to pulse through the arena and brings the crowd to their feet once more. Rolling his eyes, Maddix sneers, not impressed in the slightest by Wild and Dangerous and their entrance...as the Tag Champs burst through the curtains to a HUGE cheer! "And, their opponents!" booms Funyon. "The reigning, THREE-TIME SWF World Tag Team Champions! Weighing in at a total, combined weight of four hundred, thirty one pounds... WWIIIIIIIILLLLLLDD... AAAAAAANNDD... DDAAAAAANNGGEEERRRRRRROOOOOUUUSSSS!!!" The Tag Champions begin to make their way down to the ring, Wildchild tagging out-stretched hands on the way down as Johnny remains focused on the ring. They stop at the apron though, as Maddix advances to the ropes and shouts out towards them. "The only three time Tag Champions in SWF history...Wild and Dangerous. As far as tag teams go, do they get any better than these two King?" "Sure." "...great input, King." Removing their four tag title belts, Wild and Dangerous slide the belts into referee Sexton Hardcastle, Dangerous now exchanging verbals with Maddix. Cortez comes over and takes Maddix back away into the corner. Which allows Wild and Dangerous to finally enter the ring. *DING DING DING!* And as soon as they do enter, referee Hardcastle calls for the opening bell. After brief discussion, Dangerous and Maddix, the two former SWF World Champions, exit the ring, leaving the Bahama Bomber and the Urban Legend to kick things off in this tag title affair. “What a way to get started than with two of the most famed Hardcore Champions in our company history!” “What does that matter? Hardcore won’t be a factor tonight, however that big head of Wildchild may be. He might think he’s good, but he can’t be too sure of himself against a challenge like Todd Cortez and Landon Maddix!” "WILD AND DAN - GEROUS!" "MAR - TIAL LAW!" "WILD AND DAN- GEROUS!" "MAR - TIAL LAW!" "WILD AND DAN- GEROUS!" "MAR - TIAL LAW!" "This crowd, seemingly split dead down the middle tonight." points out Pete. "Both these teams have their own fanbases here in New Mexico." The two men move towards each other and tie up, but Cortez breaks that quickly by shoving Wildchild down to the canvas! WC is stunned, and the Caribbean native gets up off his feet and comes towards Todd again, ready to lock up again. The two tie up in the center of the ring, and Wildchild quickly takes the arm and wrenches it, only to have Cortez counter out with a wrench of his own. Without heistation, WC rolls forward and kips up to his feet, then applies his own arm wrench that flips Cortez onto his back! Applause greets Wildchild's athletic ability as he paces himself, waiting for Cortez to get up, and when he does he takes Todd by the arm again, this time sending him into the corner…but Cortez springs up onto the middle rope and hops backwards over an oncoming Wildchild! WC stops short of the corner before he crashed into the buckles, but when he turns around he’s met with a kick to the bread basket and stunned with forearm shots from the Urban Legend! Two, three, four...five...six in quick succession, rocking The Tropical Tumbler to his knees. "Cortez, taking the fight to Wildchild. And there's no danger of Martial Law not being up for this match tonight!" Todd takes Wildchild and sends him across the ring into the other corner, but Wildchild stops the imminent crash by running up the ropes and leaping back, twisting his body so that he shoots over Cortez and takes him down with a sunset flip! ONE! NO! Cortez rolls backwards and comes up to his feet, then drills his knee into the gut of a recovering WC. Cortez then lifts for an inverted atomic drop...but Wildchild slides behind him at the last second and runs him to the ropes for a rollup…but Landon Maddix tags the shoulder of Cortez! "Blind tag." calls the ever observant King. "And Wildchild doesn't have a clue!" Seeing the tag rope in his hand, referee Hardcastle says it’s all good, so when Cortez kicks out of the rollup attempt, the momentum sends Wildchild towards Maddix, who backdrops him high into the air and sends him falling fast to the arena floor below! "We're used to seeing Wildchild take to the air, but aren't his landings usually a little more graceful, Peter?" "Hardy har har." Maddix turns around and peers over the ropes at his fallen opponent, and winds up getting sent back to the apron, as Cortez taps HIS shoulder and tags himself back in! Landon glares at his own partner, not looking too pleased that Cortez has entered himself back into this contest, but Cortez pays no mind and instead focuses on Wildchild, running across the apron and nailing him with a diving clothesline as he comes to his feet! Cortez gets up and Maddix has now stepped out onto the apron, staring a hole through his ally...then simply jumps off the apron and down onto Wildchild, stomping on his chest with both feet! "OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" "My word!" shouts Pete. "Double stomp on the arena floor, from about a four foot drop! That could have crushed Wildchild's insides!" WC coughs and gags as Cortez pulls him up to his feet and rolls him back into the ring. He then slides in and tosses WC into the Martial Law corner. Cortez now makes a voluntary tag to Maddix, then runs across the ring and nails Dangerous, knocking him off the apron! Quickly, Cortez then changes direction and runs towards his own corner, and the end result is a crushing corner splash that stuns the Wildchild! Maddix moves across the ring now as well, and he follows up with a corner splash of the diving variety, sandwiching Wildchild against the turnbuckles. The Cruiserweight Champion is still struggling to get his breath, as Maddix reels back...before he simply slaps Wildchild across the cheek and then puts him up on the third rope. Maddix then tags Cortez in yet again, and together the two men get on the middle rope, each man hooking an arm of the Wildchild before they leap off, carrying WC over and slamming him on the canvas! "A double hiptoss hurls Wildchild from the top rope, and Martial Law seems to have worked out all the chinks in their armor for this tag title shot!" "Definatly Pete. And it looks like they're wasting no time on feeling out processes or tests of strength. They're coming out, full speed ahead." Wildchild writhes in pain on the canvas. But he has no time to recover as he's pulled up by Cortez, who dazes him with a pair of forearms, then launches him towards the ropes. Back shoots the Cruiserweight Champion, sent cruising off his feet courtesy of an STO takedown. Wildchild clutches his ribs, as Cortez hurries over to the corner and leaps to the middle rope...before driving all his weight down into Wildchild's mid-drift with a back senton! Cortez thinks quickly as he lands, leaning back onto Wildchild for a pin... ONE! TW... Kickout. Maddix motions something to Cortez, who seems to take it on board as he drags up Wildchild. A forearm again rocks Wildchild, allowing Cortez to take him over with a snap suplex. Cortez pops up, tagging in Maddix who immediatly scales the top rope. "Martial Law are taking risks early on here..." King notes. "...and it's Maddix up top now." Maddix steadies himself on the top rope, before launching off...and driving a simple knee into Wildchild's sternum. Grimacing, Dangerous looks away. But he looks straight back as Maddix yells something over at him. Something which causes Dangerous to enter the ring and go after Maddix, only to be cut off by referee Hardcastle. Which meanwhile allows Todd Cortez to enter the ring, haul Wildchild into the corner and stomp a proverbial mudhole into Wildchild's chest! "Look at this! Todd Cortez pulling out all the stops!" cries Pete, as Maddix joins in the stomping. "And now, it's an illegal double team, while Dangerous' temper is distracting the referee." "You'd think a 'tag team specialist' like Dangerous would know better, eh?" "Oh, I think he does. But you know he wants to get his hands on Landon Maddix here tonight. There's no love lost there at all!" As Johnny leaves the ring, Cortez quickly leaves also. Maddix meanwhile pulls Wildchild out of the corner, using his own forearms to daze the Carribean Cruiser before making the quick tag to Cortez. Freshened, Cortez bounds into the ring as Maddix hooks for a suplex. The Urban Legend drops to one knee behind, as Maddix takes up Wildchild...and vertical suplexes Wildchild ACROSS Cortez's knee, bending Wildchild in half!! "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!" "Relentless work by Martial Law on Wildchild's back. And here's the cover!" ONE! TWO! Kickout! With a handful of hair, Cortez begins to drag Wildchild to his feet once more. "WILD AND DAN - GEROUS!" "MAR - TIAL LAW!" "WILD AND DAN- GEROUS!" "MAR - TIAL LAW!" The dueling chants take the challenger's attention momentarily, but he quickly shakes it off and sends Wildchild for the ride. Cortez extends his arms, catching the rebounding Tag Team Champion and twisting over to powerslam him...but at the last moment Wildchild swings Cortez over with a quick armdrag! "YEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" The Urban Legend is taken off his game by the quick counter and rushes for Wildchild, but the Cruiserweight Champion pops up from the mat and wipes Cortez out with a spinning leg lariat! Wildchild then moves to his corner quickly and tags in Johnny, who releases the tag rope and climbs to the top, bracing himself as he waits for Cortez to notice him. "The tag is made and watch out Todd Cortez!" booms Pete. Once the Urban Legend turns around, Johnny launches himself from the top, soaring down onto Cortez with a flying crossbody! Johnny stays on top of Cortez as they hit the mat, trying to hook a leg as Hardcastle comes down for the count... ...but a one count is all he can muster, as Cortez easily shoves the secret agent man up off of him! Both men leap to their feet, Dangerous first to strike with a clothesline. Cortez bounces up, but Dangerous is waiting with a backfist to the temple. Followed up with a straight kick, buried deep into Cortez's gut. A kick lashes Cortez kidneys next, before Dangerous does a standing 360, clocking Cortez with a spinning backfist that knocks The Urban Legend down. Seeing his partner in trouble, Maddix rushes in...and EATS a spinning back kick that knocks Maddix clear off his feet!! "That trademark, martial art style offence of Johnny Dangerous is just cutting through Martial Law here!" Pete enthuses. "Well, getting into a brawl with Johnny Dangerous is never advisable." As Maddix retreats to the outside, Dangerous charges Cortez against the ropes, hurling him across the ring. Top speed, Cortez sprints back...and sprints straight back into the International Champion's arms, getting thrown overhead with a belly to belly suplex! Dangerous scrambles over and makes a pin... ONE! TW... Kickout. As he pulls Cortez up, Dangerous looks to his corner and gets the okay from Wildchild, who he then tags into the match. "Now, that was dumb." sneers King. "Wildchild gets his ass-kicked in the opening few minutes, gets about a minute's rest and gets tagged in again?" "True. But, it's going to lead to a trademark, double team move here." Dangerous drags Cortez into position and trips his legs. Trying to get in to help, Maddix ends up drawing referee Hardcastle over, which gives the champions more time to prepare. Eventually, Dangerous falls back, slingshotting Cortez...and Wildchild plucks him out of the air with a dropkick!! Cortez lands with a thump, knocking the wind out of himself, as Wildchild covers... ONE! T... ...but Maddix rushes in, pulling Wildchild off the pin. Wildchild glares at his opposition as he leaves the ring, referee Hardcastle giving a warning to the challenger as he goes. Getting up, Wildchild is noticeably wincing as he rubs at his ribs furiously. Shaking off the pain for the moment, Wildchild hits the ropes as Cortez gets up. The Urban Legend is lost, facing the wrong way and with no time to turn as Wildchild rushes him and plants him with a bulldog! But he cannot capitalise quickly, his ribs bothering him again. So Wildchild does the smart thing and tags out to Dangerous. And Dangerous wastes no time in making a cover... ONE! T... Just a two. "COR - TEZ!" "COR - TEZ!" "COR - TEZ!" The chants now encourage on The Urban Legend, as he's pulled to his feet. Dangerous connects with a quick jab to stun Cortez, before clamping on a front facelock. As soon as he does though, Cortez springs into life, charging Dangerous backwards and barging him into the Martial Law corner. Wisely, Cortez then pins Dangerous against the buckles, as Maddix tags himself in with beaming glee. "Uh oh." smiles King. "Things just got interesting, Pete!" Entering the ring, Maddix takes every moment possible to savour the moment...even going so far as to lick his thumbs in preparation, before balling up his fists...WHAM, right hand! WHAM, left hand! Right, left, right, left, rightleftrightleftrightleft! "Landon Maddix is going CRAZY here!" gasps Pete. "More importantly, he's beating the hell out of Dangerous!" Finally, Hardcastle muscles in under Maddix and forces him away from Dangerous, putting a stop to Maddix's furious flurry. But as Landon is warned by the official, Cortez takes over where his partner had left off with hard strikes of his own. As he steps out, Maddix finally breaks from the referee and takes the dazed International Champion by the hair. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOOOO!" Lashing Dangerous with a chop, Maddix is revelling in the chance to get Dangerous one on one. Measuring the secret agent, he levels him with a forearm strike. A second. And a third. Dangerous drops to one knee, but gets pulled back up, scooped and slammed by Maddix. Again, Maddix can afford to measure Johnny as he backs off the ropes and drills a knee into his skull, rolling through to his feet and hitting the 'Shakespeare Says' pose of DOOM~! in Wildchild's direction. A mixed reaction greets him, as he snickers at Wildchild's attempts to will Dangerous on. "Maddix is putting in a big case for an International Title shot here." points out King. "Sure, it's about the Tag Titles tonight. But, let's face it, Maddix wants Johnny's singles title as much as the Tag Title." "I'd agree with that, yes." Turning to Dangerous, Maddix waits for him to get up before springing into him with a Dropsault. Already groggy, Dangerous simply flops to the canvas. He's quick to get up again though, purely on instinct...and getting hit with a second Dropsault! This time, Dangerous rolls onto hands and knees but stops there, allowing Maddix to cradle him into an Oklahoma Roll... ONE! TWO! Kickout! Without hesitation, Maddix reaches up and tags in his nearby partner. However, he doesn't let go of Dangerous, clinging onto him while Cortez enters the ring and lands a boot. "So far, no problems on Martial Law's end." Pete notes. "Well, Maddix is keeping his ego in check here, I'll admit. They're surprising me." Cortez pulls Dangerous to his feet and steps behind him, applying a waistlock and setting for a german...but Johnny reaches forward, hooking his arm over the top rope. He then drags himself into the ropes, which forces a break... *SMACK!* ...but as Cortez is pulled off of Dangerous, The Barracuda gets nailed by Maddix! "BOOOOOOOOOO!" Another mixed reaction, this one more negative than the last, comes Maddix's way as he re-grabs his tag rope innocently. Cortez meanwhile capitalises, nailing Dangerous with a knee to the spine before tagging Maddix back in. The Urban Legend then lifts up Dangerous' legs, leaving his neck hung precariously over the top rope. "Wait a minute...this is trademark Wild and Dangerous. But it's also a move Maddix is more than capable of pulling off..." Wildchild knows what's coming and can only watch, as Maddix hits the ropes, vaults over Cortez's back and CRASHES down across the small of Johnny's back with all of his weight!! "...Slam Dance!" "No, no." interrupts King. "That's the 'Coming In For Landon'." Dangerous curls up in agony, but is rolled onto his back and pinned again by Maddix... ONE! T... Johnny grabs the bottom rope. Which raises the ire of La Cucaracha, mounting Dangerous and going to work with right hands. And Wildchild has now had enough, rushing across and nailing Maddix in the back before Hardcastle can get to either man. Maddix snaps around and yells at Hardcastle, Wildchild...whoever he can get in earshot...while Cortez takes opportunity to boot Johnny in the head from the apron. "WILD AND DAN - GEROUS!" "MAR - TIAL LAW!" "WILD AND DAN- GEROUS!" "MAR - TIAL LAW!" The chant war re-ignites in the crowd, as Maddix angrily tags out, going to sulk on the apron while Cortez drags up Dangerous. Cortez nails Dangerous with a couple of stinging kicks before lifting from the side, dropping Johnny down into a pendulum backbreaker. He thinks about a cover, but instead pulls up Dangerous...and re-focuses on the neck, with a quick swinging neckbreaker. "Back to the neck go the challengers, which is the smarter strategy, considering their big moves all focus on the neck." "Exactly. And notice, it took Cortez, the brains of the operation, to change it up." With a quick glance over to the opposition corner, Cortez again doesn't cover, instead dragging Dangerous up. He sends Johnny into the corner, following in with a clothesline. Before whipping again, sending Johnny into the opposite corner. Smiles all round from Megan and Maddix greet Cortez as he charges in... ...handspring... ...Dangerous moves! "Oh! Majestic movement, but no end product!" groans Pete. The back of Cortez's head SNAPS off of the top turnbuckle and he collapses to the mat. Meanwhile, Dangerous begins to crawl to the corner. Wildchild's hand is out-stretched, ready, one foot on the bottom rope as he leans over the ropes. Dangerous uses the bottom rope to crawl, as Maddix screams at Cortez to get up. But Cortez is still motionless, as Dangerous crawls on... ...and on... ...inching... ...closer... ...and closer... *slap!* "YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" ...TO THE TAG! "Here...comes...WILDCHILD!" The crowd cheer, or at least the pro-Wild and Dangerous section does, as Wildchild springs into the ring. Maddix immediatly enters and charges at Wildchild. But the Cruiserweight Champion ducks a clothesline, springing onto the middle rope and Pinballing backwards into Maddix! "Trademark Wildchild offence." smiles Pete. "This guy is just a joy to watch." "And hell to wrestle." adds King. Cortez is up now, holding his neck as he wanders... *SMACK!* ...into a VICIOUS running leg lariat, flipping Cortez over onto his front from the force!! Meanwhile, Maddix is back up, but lumbering over as he advances on Wildchild. With eyes seemingly in the back of his head, Wildchild shoots out a leg, catching Maddix in the gut. He then turns, whipping Maddix off the ropes and erupting with a flying forearm! "Man, bid'ness has really picked up here!" Pete again smiles. "Wildchild is running through Martial Law like a hurricane!" "Well, that was a real classy comparison, eh Pete?" "...oh...crud, yeah." Up comes Cortez again, eating a dropkick that sends him to the outside. Maddix is up next, he gets a dropkick too. The bottom rope stops Maddix from rolling all the way to the floor. Wildchild sees it and grabs Maddix as he rolls to the apron, pulling him to his feet on the otherside of the ropes. Wildchild nails a right hand, rocking Maddix. A second does the same. But Maddix holds onto the ropes, preventing a tumble to the floor. So Wildchild lines up again...but suddenly, feels the hands of Megan Skye wrapped around his foot! Wildchild stops and tries to kick Megan off, the referee not seeing any of this going on between Maddix's legs. Which allows Maddix to nail Wildchild with a forearm! "SCHENANIGANS~! goin' down!" "It took her long enough to get involved." growls King. Maddix then reaches back a foot, tapping Megan on the shoulder...and immediately, Megan lets go of Wildchild, allowing Maddix to boot Wildchild in the knee. The force causes Wildchild to drop throat first across the middle rope, where he gets a knee to the forehead. Maddix then hooks the top rope, slinging himself in with a knee into Wildchild's lower back. Still the Cruiserweight Champion remains hung on the middle rope, as Maddix hits the opposite rope. And Megan grabs Wildchild's arm for posterity, while Maddix swings around the top and middle ropes... ...and connects with the 605!! "YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Some cheers go up for the move...some boos, for the shady tactics used on the popular cruiserweight. Either way, Maddix rolls back in and makes a quick cover on Wildchild... ONE! TWO! .. KICKOUT! "Martial Law have said, they'll do whatever it takes to win." Pete reminds us. "And they nearly did then." "Well, you'd have thought referee Hardcastle would be more alert, knowing who's he's dealing with. But...clearly not." Maddix brings up Wildchild... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...lashing him with a chop against the ropes. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and again. Wildchild's chest is lit up, as Maddix hits a boot and hooks for a DDT. Ever a slippery customer, Wildchild slides behind La Cucaracha before leaping up onto his shoulders, tumbling forward with a victory roll attempt. But as Wildchild lands, Maddix sits into the move and cradles up Wildchild... ONE! TWO! But Wildchild shows great leg strength to kick Maddix over, into a pin of his own... ONE! TWO! TH... CORTEZINTOSAVE! "Woah, that was close there!" gasps Pete. "Wildchild almost shocked Maddix, but his partner was there to save." Speaking of partners, Wildchild's partner Johnny Dangerous has finally recovered. Cortez sees him though, charging Dangerous and clotheslining him up, over and to the floor. The Urban Legend then pounces on Wildchild, stomping away ruthlessly while Maddix waits. Hauling up Wildchild, Cortez lands a boot, as Maddix hits the ropes and Mushroom Stomps Wildchild right across the shoulder blades! And Cortez follows up with a quick legdrop. With Wildchild down, Maddix and Cortez exchange high-fives. As they do though, Megan Skye suddenly leaps to the apron and starts to motion to Maddix...who smiles. "What is this about?" asks King angrily. As Megan is reprimanded by referee Hardcastle, Martial Law break into formation. Maddix stands furthest away from Megan, as Cortez picks up Wildchild. Facing away from her, Cortez gives the signal for her to jump down...but Megan doesn't see it, too busy arguing with Hardcastle. Cortez sees none of that though, as he goes for an irish whip. Wildchild reverses though and Hardcastle dives out of the way... *OOOOOFF!* "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" ...and Cortez collides head-on with Megan, who falls from the apron and lands awkwardly! "Oh...oh, no!" "Good. Just what she deserved." crows King. Cortez and Maddix rush over and peer down on Megan, wailing in pain and clutching her ankle on the floor. A moment's pause passes, before suddenly, Maddix turns away and goes back after Wildchild. But Cortez doesn't do the same, instead leaving the ring and chivalrously checking on the damsal in distress. Back in the ring, Maddix nails Wildchild with a quick DDT and pops right back up, ready to set for whatever move was planned before. Which is when he realises Cortez is on the outside. Maddix starts to yell at Cortez to get back in the ring. But as he does, Johnny Dangerous creeps into the ring behind Maddix and locks his arms behind his head. The screams of Maddix are masked by Megan's to the Urban Legend, allowing Dangerous to twist Maddix back towards the centre of the ring, hoist up the challenger...and drop him face first!! "DANGERRRRRROUS DRIVAAAAAAAAA~!" Dangerous turns Maddix onto his back, hopping on top and making the pin... ONE! TWO! THR... KICKOUT!! "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" "He got the shoulder up, somehow!" gasps Pete. "But Maddix is fighting this match on his own for now, because he's partner's too busy skirt chasing to help out." "He's not skirt chasing, King! Have you never heard of chivalry." "It's 2005 Drain-Clogger, not 1805!" Pulling Maddix to his feet, Dangerous nails a knee to the gut before Wildchild catches the corner of his eye. With a nod, Dangerous drapes La Cucaracha over the top rope and lifts his legs up onto the shoulders. The crowd know what's coming...having seen it earlier and all...and rise to their feet, as Wildchild hits the opposite ropes. Wildchild leapfrogs Dangerous and soars through the air, getting big hangtime before landing over Maddix's back with the Slam Dance!! Cheers sound through the Kiva Auditorium. But as they do, Wild and Dangerous are already setting up and calling for the end! That finally gets Cortez's attention though and he leaves Megan behind...just as Johnny hoists Maddix up into an electric chair position! Cortez leaps to the apron, but Wildchild sees him and sprints into... ...pulled down ropes, crashing over the top and to the floor, jolting his neck on the ring apron as he goes!! "And now, Wildchild to the floor...and he hit hard too." cringes Pete, as Wildchild tumbles right beside Megan and the announce table. As Cortez turns to check Megan isn't further injured, Johnny turns around wondering where his partner is. Seeing Cortez, Johnny quickly launches Maddix off of his shoulders, causing him to crash down into Cortez, sending the Urban Legend into the pile of bodies on the floor. And as Maddix bounces back off of the collission with Cortez, Johnny grabs him and spins him around... "MIIIIIIIII SLAAA..." "COUNTER!" interrupts King. And King is dead on, as Maddix fips to the side of the Barracuda and sends him flying with an armdrag! Dangerous scrambles straight back up though, charging at Maddix with reckless abandon. Ducking a flailing arm, Maddix switches behind his fellow former World Champion and lifts a knee to the kidneys. Johnny doubles over, as Maddix turns him around and lifts him up over his shoulder. "SOYLENT GREEN... IT'S PEOPLE!" The New Mexico crowd pop, as Maddix flips Dangerous off his shoulder, into the Soylent Green DDT! The Barracuda's head bounces off the canvas violently. But rather than go for a cover, Maddix drags Johnny into position before heading to the top rope. "Maddix is going up! And with everyone else down on the floor, this may be his chance!" Getting to the apron, Maddix shakes clear some cobwebs before making a slow climb up to the top rope. But as he does, the Cruiserweight Champion is climbing to the apron as well! Maddix doesn't see him and gets to the top rope, pausing...as Wildchild vaults to the top rope of the adjacent corner. Finally, Maddix notices Wildchild, and notices him walking across the top rope with unparallelled agility, picking up speed as he goes. "This doesn't look good..." Panicking, Maddix tries to get his footing...but can't, as Wildchild runs straight into him, pushing Maddix off the top... *CHINK!* ...AND SENDING HIM CRASHING INTO THE STEEL GUARDRAIL ON THE FLOOR!!!! "...NOT GOOD AT ALL!!" "Oh my...God!" is all King can muster, as Wildchild crashes off to the floor as well, only slightly better off. "HO - LY SHIT!!" "HO - LY SHIT!!" "HO - LY SHIT!!" "HO - LY SHIT!!" "HO - LY SHIT!!" The crowd go nuts, as both Wildchild and Maddix lay hurt on the arena floor after the Carribean Cruiser's high-wire theatrics. Meanwhile, Dangerous is recovering in the ring. As he does so, Cortez is rolling back into the ring and shaking off off his fall as he sets in the corner. Dangerous reaches his feet, looking around at the sheer carnage around ringside. He then turn, looking for the only absent body... ...and finds it running straight through him like a freight train!!! "HOLLOW POINT~!" "Man, how do you call this Pete? This is chaos!" Dangerous ends up a good four feet south of where he was, Cortez with enough left to crawl over to Dangerous and drop over him for the cover... ONE! TWO! ... THREE NOOOOOOOO!!! Another large mixed reaction goes up, as Dangerous' shoulder bursts up off the canvas and Hardcastle shoots up two fingers to the timekeeper. Cortez holds his head in his hands momentarily. But he soon drags himself back up and encourages Dangerous back to his feet. "The Tag and International Champion is dazed here, King. But he's still in it." "He might not be for much longer though. I don't think Wildchild and Maddix...certainly Maddix...will be a factor in this one for the moment." As Dangerous begins to wearily pull himself to his feet, Cortez reaches out and grabs the imaginary rope...before tugging, reeling Dangerous in. A tug, as Dangerous reaches his knees. Another tug. Another tug, while Dangerous reaches his feet, turning around with no idea of his surroundings. Cortez meets him with a boot and pulls Johnny in... ...but Johnny immediatly backdrops Cortez off! "Oh, he had him scouted!" Shocked, Cortez gets back up, as Dangerous charges...but not for the first time tonight, gets a knee to the gut. As the International Champion steps behind, Cortez wraps his arms around Johnny's waist and snaps off a quick powerbomb. Dangerous' head bounces off the mat again. But as soon as he lands, Cortez flips Dangerous onto his front, kneeling across Johnny's shoulders and pinning him down. The challenger then reaches back, trying to grab and leg and complete the Hook Up. As he does though, Wildchild has found another second wind and rolls into the ring, charging Cortez and dropkicking him off of Johnny! "Where the..." King starts, stopping mid sentence in bemused silence. "How do these four keep getting up so damn quickly!?!" "Four resiliant, exciting young superstars here. And it's blink or you'll miss it action. Quite frankly, this one could be won at any moment with this pace!" As Cortez crashes to the side, Wildchild rolls back up. Up comes Cortez, swinging wildly at the blur that is Wildchild. But the blur ducks, hitting the ropes behind Cortez and flipping up and over with the Whiplash! Bouncing onto his back, Cortez stares vacantly up at the lights, while Wildchild flops over him... ONE! TWO! THHREEEEEEE... NOONLYATWOCOUNT!!! "OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Wildchild clutches his hands to his dreadlocked head, glaring in disbelief at referee Hardcastle. Shrugging off the dissappointment eventually, Wildchild helps his partner up before dragging Cortez up two. Pulling in Cortez, Wildchild applies a front facelock. Dangerous then does the same, before the two hit a double suplex. Both men then pop up...or...as good as, considering fatigue and all. Wildchild turns to the corner and vaults to the top rope. As meanwhile, Johnny tries to lift Cortez up into another electric chair. Despite a struggle, Johnny gets Cortez up, wobbling for a moment which prevents Wildchild from leaping immediately... ...but suddenly, Cortez leaps off of Johnny's shoulders! "He escaped! Dangerous couldn't hold him!" calls Pete. Careering backwards, Cortez crotches Wildchild on the top rope. He then charges forward, hooking Dangerous on the way and bundling him out through the ropes and to the floor! With Dangerous gone, Cortez takes a deep breath before sprinting back at Wildchild, leaping to the middle rope and snaring him over with a hurricanrana... ...but Wildchild LANDS ON HIS FEET!! "YEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" The crowd cheer Wildchild's marvellous agility, as he turns to Cortez and catches the shocked challenger with a boot to the gut. Wildchild then hooks his leg over Cortez's head, with a Carribean Cutter. Cortez shimmies away from the Cutter, lookign for a palmstrike. But Wildchild evades, not noticing Maddix gingerly sliding into the ring behind him, as he boots Cortez and looks for the Cutter again. Cortez flicks his head upwards, but Wildchild uses the momentum to backflip high into the air... ...but Maddix catches him in mid-air... ...AND SPIKES HIM WITH A TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER!!! "YEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" The Martial Law section voice their approval, as Wildchild gets spiked on his head with the quick, Japanese esque Tombstone, about all the injured Maddix could manage to do. "HO - LY SHIT!!" "HO - LY SHIT!!" "HO - LY SHIT!!" "I don't know where Maddix came from, but my WORD, he arrived and he made the impact!" says Pete breathlessly. "And Wildchild got stacked on his neck again Pete." King points out. "Not the first time tonight, either." Hardcastle is clearly worried, as the Cruiserweight Champion lays motionless, kneeling down to check on him with concern. Meanwhile, Dangerous is back in, with a quick boot to Cortez. He then jabs Maddix, before snapping behind Cortez, wheeling him around with an MI SLAAAAA... *CHING!* "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" ...LOWBLOW BY MADDIX!! "SCHENANIGANS~!" howls Pete. "And the referee didn't see it!" Dangerous crumples to the canvas clutching his groin, as Cortez lands safely on his feet. And the first thing he does is glare in disbelief at Maddix for his blatant breaking of the rules! Maddix and Cortez go face to face for the moment, Cortez obviously forgetting about his 'any means neccessary' midnset in favour of a little sportsmanship. But Maddix doesn't waste time arguing, brushing Cortez aside and rolling the crotch-clutching Dangerous out to the floor. "And now, Maddix getting rid of the evidence." dissapproves King. "This is wrong! And even his own partner knows it!" "I...can't disagree." As he turns back to Cortez, Maddix motions for him to keep quiet, before shoving aside Hardcastle and beginning to pull Wildchild up. Wildchild is clearly hurt and has gone deadweight. But Maddix has no concern for his opponent, perservering with pulling Wildchild up. Wildchild is pulled to his knees by Maddix, before he leaves him to Cortez, stepping behind his partner. Hooking his arms around Wildchild, Cortez pulls the Carribean Cruiser to his feet...and pauses. Taking a glance, Cortez looks at Maddix, seemingly with distain...before shaking it off and hoisting up Wildchild. The lifeless Cruiserweight Champion hangs over Cortez's shoulder as the Urban Legend backs up. Smiling, Maddix lifts up Wildchild's head and starts to talk some trash, even going so far as to wave bye-bye to him...before finally opting to hook on a front facelock... *WHAAAAAAAM!* ...AND DROP! "COURT MARTIAL!" cries Pete. "Formerly the Converting The Sinner!" "Damn it, they're gonna steal it Pete!" Cortez rolls the (even more) lifeless Wildchild onto his back and begins to go for the cover...but as he does, Maddix's eyes burst open in shock, pointing to where Johnny Dangerous is climbing the ropes... ...only...he's not... "Huh?" "COVER BY MADDIX!" ONE! TWO! ... THREEEEEEEEEEEE!! *DING DING DING!* "They did it!" erupts Pete. "We've got new Tag Team Champions!" "What a travesty..." As soon as Hardcastle calls for the bell, Maddix pushes up onto his knees and clutches his fists to his face in elation. The look on Cortez's face is far from elated though, as he turns around to find his partner picking up the win. "Ladies and gentlemen...your winners of this match...and... NNEEEEEEEWWWWWW!!! SWF WOOORRLLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... MMMAAAAARRRTTIIIIAAAALLLL... LLLLLAAAAAAWWWWW!!!" A decidedly mixed reaction greets the announcement, as Maddix continues to celebrate. Climbing to his feet, La Cucaracha wearily calls for his belts before turning to his partner...ignoring his confused dis-belief and wrapping his arms around him in a congratulatory embrace! Rolling his eyes, Cortez finally smiles and returns the favour, as Hardcastle retrieves the Tag Title belts. From the outside, Dangerous watches on through teary eyes (mainly from the lowblow), as Maddix snatches the belts from Hardcastle, kissing his own as he hands one strap to Cortez, who does the exact same. "Not to take anything away from these scenes, but we may need some help out here." Pete interrupts. "We've got Wildchild down and clutching his neck, Megan Skye is still down on the floor..." "Don't forget Dangerous. Thanks to Maddix, his testicles are probably getting acquainted with his tonsils right now." Finally, Cortez remembers Megan and goes to the outside to check on her. Maddix meanwhile continues his celebration in the ring, standing over Wildchild and taking great joy in dangling the belt over him. Out on the floor, Megan hugs Cortez despite the pain etched on her face. As in the ring, Maddix reaches down with his free hand, grabbing Wildchild's limp hand... ...and shaking it, with a wry smile. "YEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHH!" Some of the crowd cheer. But watching on from the floor, Johnny Dangerous can tell there's no sportsmanship, but rather a sign of payback for the Super Wild Ride. And Dangerous, despite being in great discomfort, points a finger at Maddix from the floor. "A match seemingly fought at 100mph...entertaining throughout and ending, with new Tag Team Champions, Kingfish." "Highway robbery." snaps King, watching the scene with disgust. "Pure, highway robbery. We were told that Martial Law would do whatever it takes and they sure did. I tell you what, I've got no love for anyone in that match, but even I feel cheated. If Tom's watching, I'm sure he's having convulsions over what just went down on his show." "Well, be that as it may, by whatever means neccessary, Martial Law have won the World Tag Team Titles here tonight. Up next, we'll crown a new number one contender. Really, honest. We mean it this time, we promise." Looking down at Dangerous, Maddix smiles, raising the belt high above his head as we fade to a commercial break. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
