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[Guest Goodear]

“This next contest is scheduled for ONE FALL and is to be contested under HARDCORE RULESSSS! Introducing first… the special guest commentator!”

 

PREPARE TO BE PROVED WRONG!

 

”Here he comes Pete,” chimes in The Suicide King. “It’s the heavyweight champion of the world and he is going to be sitting… well, next to you for some reason.”

 

*BAM-BAM-BAM-bap-BOOOM!!*

 

With the Ten pounds of gold placed over his shoulder, the man known only as Toxxic walks through the billowing smoke caused by his pyrotechnics much to the dislike of the people of Australia. Wearing his soccer shirt with pride, Toxxic stops to acknowledge the fans by holding his World Title out to them as though that will be as close as they ever get to the belt. Smiling at their ire, the Strait-Edge Sensation continues down his path to the announce table at ringside. Finally reaching the announce position, Toxxic pulls himself up onto the table and raises his title up into the air yet again as the boos continue to cascade down from the rafters.

 

*BAP-BAP*

 

*BOOOM!!*

 

'I never thought this could be me,

I guess you never do until it's happening to you

Like all the fun turns into shame

And all the 'could-have-beens' rearrange...'

 

”He is the reigning Smark Wrestling Federation Champion of the World… this is TOXXXXXXXXXXIC!”

 

Taking a moment to kick Pete’s water glass over and into his lap, Toxxic joins The Suicide King at the table before pulling the headphones over his spiky hair. “You know Suicide King, there is a time and place for everything, and I pretty sure that this would be a perfect place to see Ejiro Fasaki get mashed in the face with something heavy and made of metal… again. HA!”

 

“So what you are saying is that you are picking newcomer Bryan Rogers in an upset,” questions Longdogger Pete as he tries to wipe off his now-wet crotch.

 

“Who?”

 

THE WORLD IS A VAMPIRE!

 

Stepping through the curtains comes the second most recent arrival to the SWF as ‘The Maniac’ makes his first appearance in front of a crowd that actually knows who he is. And so the cheers come as Rodgers with his smoke already in his mouth reaches into his pocket for the ever-present Zippo lighter. With a flourish, Bryan pulls the flame to his lips and lets out a puff of smoke into the air with a smile on his lips like a man just discovering Sweet Zombie Jesus for the first time. Putting a finger in the air, Rodgers looks as though he just remembered something very important as he reaches back behind the curtain and pulls forth the weapon known far and wide as the Chair o’ Death. Holding the barbed-wire chair up above his head, The Maniac continues down his path down to the ring as his theme music continues to blare through the sound system.

 

DESPITE ALL MY RAGE, I AM STILL JUST A RAT IN A CAGE

THEN SOMEONE WILL SAY WHAT IS LOST CAN NEVER BE SAVED

DESPITE ALL MY RAGE, I AM STILL JUST A RAT IN A CAGE

 

Tossing the Death Chair under the bottom rope, The Maniac walks over to the announce position for a second and takes a measure of the World Champion as Toxxic just sort of ignores him as he talks about unrelated things with The Suicide King. Looking one way and then the other, Bryan takes a huge drag on the cigarette and sends a cloud of smoke right into the face of the champion!

 

“WHAT YOU DOING!” shouts Toxxic as he jumps out of his seat and right into the smiling kisser of the scarred Maniac. “Keep that fag out of my face you deviant bastard!”

 

Leaving the raging World Champion at his seat, Rodgers back peddles until his back hits the apron. Leaning backward, Rodgers slides into the ring as the crowd laps up his each and every defiant move.

 

“Introducing first he hails from Richmond, Virginia and weighs in tonight at 237 pounds… this is THE MANIAC… BRYAN RODGERRRRRRRRRS!”

 

POPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOP!

 

Immediately coming through the apron comes the gathered forces of the Fasaki Family. Walking down the aisle, Melissa slaps the hands of the happy Australian crowd as Ejiro looks strait ahead at the ring knowing that a crazy man armed with a Death Chair is waiting there to carve new scars into his own face. Knowing that to be fact, Ejiro snatches Melissa by the hand before she gets all the way to the ring and stops her progress. Grabbing her by the arms, Ejiro holds Mel for a moment and tells her to stay where she is in the aisle way less something bad happens in the course of the upcoming contest. Nodding with a annoyed look at her brother, Melissa folds her arms over her chest and stands there as Ejiro slides into the ring and lets his robe drop to the canvas. Standing up on the middle ropes, Ejiro lifts his hand to the crowd as they respond to the newly cemented status with a serious round of cheers.

 

“And his opponent,” continues Funyon. “He weighs in tonight at 223 pounds and hails from Sarasota, Florida… this is EEEEEEEEEJIROOOOOOO FASAKEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

 

LDP says, “You know this is going to be an interesting contest for Fasaki considering his now rather stringent policy on not breaking rules. How exactly will that translate into a hardcore contest is beyond me.”

 

The World Champion replies, “Guess what genius, if a madman with a chair tries to kill you, you throw all that code nonsense away and break his face first. That’s what I would do and I am as honest as they come.”

 

“You’d have to actually get in the ring first.”

 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

 

Standing there waiting for Fasaki in his ‘Got Wang’ T-shirt, Bryan smiles across the ring knowing that sooner or later he is going to end up punching Fasaki in the ass. But for right now, the match between the two is going to start off not so violent as they meet in the center of the ring in a collar-and-elbow tie up. Quickly turning into his opponent, Ejiro pulls Rodgers into a hammerlock before reaching down and sweeping out one of his feet to bring the Maniac down on his face. Immediately hopping over the top, Ejiro secures a headlock as Bryan immediately forces his way up to his feet with Fasaki clamped onto his head. Shoving into Ejiro with his weight, Rodgers pushes The Rule into a corner. Almost instinctively breaking once hitting the ropes, Ejiro leaves Bryan a huge opening to drive into his ribs with a number of short punches.

 

The Suicide King replies to the action in the ring, “Its clear that Fasaki is thinking like this is a regular match at the onset since he didn’t have to break that headlock in the ropes. He can’t keep making mistakes like that one.”

 

Toxxic smiles into the camera, “Oh I bet he can. See Fasaki is trying to hard to be a good guy when he’s a complete bastard. He is and always will be. All this other nonsense with the tassels and the sister and blah, blah, blah is a joke and so is Ejiro until he puts it behind him.”

 

Immediately getting into a boxer’s stance, Rodgers peppers his opponent with three strait left jabs followed by a right hook to the head that knocks Ejiro down on his ass in the corner. Immediately putting the sole of his Nazi stomping boot in the throat of their Axis partner, Bryan chokes away on his opponent while grabbing the top rope for more leverage. Taking Ejiro off the canvas and grabbing him by the hair, Rodgers looks across the ring and drags The Rule all the way across before jamming his face into the top turnbuckle with a full head of steam. Impacted from the blow, Ejiro bounces back towards the center of the ring as Rogers looks out to the crowd with a smile. Reaching under the ropes, Bryan snags a hold of the handles of his favorite thing in the whole world beyond a pack of smokes.

 

“And here comes the Death Chair!” shouts out Longdogger as Rogers hefts the barbed-wire chair into the air knowing that just one connection may be enough to put anyone down for the three.

 

Bouncing the chair against the canvas a few times to ‘load’ it up, Rodgers looks across the ring with a grin as Ejiro starts to rise on the other side of the ring. Seeing that moment that he was looking for, Rodgers rears back and takes a mighty swing!!!

 

WHOOOOOSH!

 

“He missed!”

 

CLANG!

 

“Ejiro didn’t!”

 

Ducking out of the way of the oncoming train, Ejiro instinctively rises into the air and dropkicks the chair right into the face of his onrushing opponent! Knocked to the canvas with the blow, Rodgers and the chair go sliding in opposite directions as Ejiro takes a moment on his knees to take a breath before getting to his feet. Rolling all the way to the outside, Bryan lands on his feet but looks to be stunned for the moment as Fasaki runs the ropes. Looking up at the last moment, The Maniac ends up looking right into the onrushing feet of Fasaki as they baseball slide into his mouth! Knocking Rodgers backward, the kick sends Rodgers backward into the guardrail and then to the concrete as Ejiro goes to the outside with his opponent.

 

Toxxic says, “You know I have no idea who Ejiro is wrestling out here, but I know that anyone who carries a chair wrapped in barded wire should not be fought on the arena floor. Fasaki should get that guy back in the ring as soon as possible.”

 

Pulling Rodgers to his full height, Ejiro jabs him in the side of the head with two consecutive elbows to the face before pulling him over to the ring and jamming his head off the corner of the apron. Taking his still stunned adversary out off his slumped position on the apron, Ejiro grabs his opponent by the jeans and hair and FLINGS him right over the guardrail and into the crowd beyond! Landing on a pair of rugby players that just happened to be there and were not plants in any way shape or form, Rodgers spills to the concrete again in a pile of humanity as Ejiro plots his next move towards winning this contest. Climbing up to the guardrail, Fasaki steadies himself a moment as Rodgers staggers up to his feet. Launching himself towards his foe does not seem to be the best course of action however as he is caught on the way down with a savage punch to the chest that causes Fasaki to double over in agony. Standing up as though unhurt by the bump into the crowd, Rogers batters Ejiro across the back of the head with a hard right hand that knocks the former World Champion to his knee. Shaking out his head, Bryan twitches for a moment before taking a Fosters from a Australian fan and smashing it can and all into the bridge of Ejiro’s nose! Knocking Fasaki flat to the concrete, Rodgers takes a moment to enjoy his work before having a nice draught of the draft as well, much to the joy of all the Aussies in attendance.

 

“You know the more of this… Roger Brian? … the more I don’t like. He’s polluting himself and everyone around him with this goddamned booze now?”

 

“Now Toxxic, if everyone was strait-edge, who would you have to lord it over with your superiority complex? And his name is Bryan Rodgers! It’s not hard!”

 

Tossing the can of Fosters over his head, Bryan watches over his foe as Ejiro staggers up to his feet only to stagger backward so that he is now leaning against the railing. Putting one arm into the air, The Maniac telegraphs his next move just before running with a full on head of steam with a clothesline that takes BOTH men right over the top and to the arena floor! Getting up first albeit with a hand on his hip, Rogers smiles brightly about the arena before taking a cup of soda from another happy-to-participate fan and splashing right in the face of the dazed Fasaki. Then just for the sake of it, Rogers kicks Ejiro across the side of the face once more.

 

Longdogger Pete calls out. “Bryan Rogers is going to make damn sure that each and every one here is going to remember his name from now on! What an upset this would be just coming out in your second match in the SWF and knock off Ejiro Fasaki!”

 

“He’s not beating Fasaki,” replies Toxxic, “he’s beating a mere, pale shadow of what Ejiro used to be. The old Ejiro would not let that other guy toss him around like that. But now he’s a spineless wanker and he is going toe-to-toe with some punk.”

 

Grabbing Ejiro around the head once more, Rodgers pulls the former World Champion over to the announce table and blisters his face across the top of the table. And as both Pete and The Suicide King move aside, Toxxic simply sits in his chair oh so calmly with a fine viewing position. Laughing mightily, The World Champion picks his title belt into his arms as Rodgers once again slams Fasaki’s face right into the hard wooden table. Stepping away from his opponent for a moment, Rodgers lifts his arm to the air yet again as Toxxic merrily provides advice to his rival.

 

“How about THAT huh?” chuckles Toxxic as he gives Ejiro a little slap in the back of the head (which is perfectly legal mind you). “I hope you packed a lunch you punk!”

 

But as Ejiro is getting a tongue lashing from the leader of Revolution Zero, The Maniac is coming up with a plan all his own. Putting his hand against his throat Rogers lets out a deep and throaty cough as Ejiro turns towards him with a bleary look in his eyes. Finally ready, The Maniac lets loose with THE RONIN MISSSSSSST!

 

PHSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSH!

 

“ARGH!”

 

But Ejiro dodges out of the way at the last moment!

 

So who went ‘ARGH’?

 

Take a guess.

 

“JESUS CHRIST MY GOD DAMNED EYES!!!” shouts the World Champion into his headset as the green mist sprays across his features. Flinging his headset to the floor with such authority that it actually bounces back up to his eye level. Immediately thrashing about like a lunatic, Toxxic grabs the chair he was holding and tosses in no particular direction.

 

“Toxxic are you all right?” asks The Suicide King as he hands Toxxic a handkerchief.

 

“No I’m pretty far from being BLEEDING ALL RIGHT!” as he snatches the piece of fabric away from The King of Hearts and starts to rub it across his eyes.

 

Ignoring Toxxic in entirety, Rodgers goes right back after Ejiro and tosses him right under the bottom rope and back into the ring. But before following Ejiro into the ring, Rodgers goes over to the timekeeper’s table and pushes the official out of his way. Quickly upending the table itself, Bryan forgoes the use of the ring bell and instead takes the entire table and chucks it over the top rope and into the ring. Sliding into the ring behind his opponent, Rogers quickly collects the table and lifts it to shoulder height before JAMMING it right into the face of his rising opponent! And as Melissa Fasaki finally leaves her position on the aisle way and gets to the side of the ring, Rogers drops down on his opponent for the first attempted cover of the match up…

 

 

ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNE!

 

 

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

“Kick out JERRY!”

 

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

Kicking out at the call of his sister, Ejiro forces his shoulders off the mat in order to keep the contest moving as Rogers looks at the referee and raises his fingers to make sure it was just a two count. No longer wasting any more time, Bryan uses an Irish whip to send his opponent across the ring before breaking into move most people would think was inconsistent with the tone of the rest of the contest. Defying the notion that he is just a creator of havoc, Rogers breaks into a picture perfect handspring as he runs across the ring and crushes him under the weight of a elbow smash in the corner. Staggering out of the corner, Ejiro provides no defense as The Maniac grabs him by the back of the head and drives him to the canvas with a one-handed bulldog!

 

“VIVA EL MUTA!”

 

 

ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNE!

 

 

TWWWWWOOOOOOOOO!

 

“Kick out! Kick OUT!”

 

THREENNOOOOOOOOOO!

 

The Longdogger replies, “Good gravy what a move! That was down right pretty!”

 

Toxxic continues to wipe at his eyes, “How would I know, I CAN’T SEE! That freaking monster just blinded me and that little jerk off was no help either considering he set the WHOLE THING UP!”

 

“By moving?”

 

“SHUT UP!”

 

“Boy are you in a foul mood,” replies LDP, “I would offer you some liquid to wipe that out with but I seem to be wearing it.”

 

Leaving Ejiro where he lies in the middle of the ring, Rogers continues his mode of imitation as he slowly bounces off the ropes before quickly building up speed and jamming him with a power drive elbow drop to the sternum. Rolling over from the impact of the shot, Ejiro stays on his stomach as Rogers lifts his clenched fist to the people of Australia who know exactly where this is heading.

 

“ASS PUNCH! ASS PUNCH! ASS PUNCH!”

 

Nodding his head to the crowd, Rogers climbs up to the middle turnbuckle with a smile on his lips as Ejiro stays motionless on the canvas. Taking flight, Rogers … Rogers… well he punches him in the ass.

 

“ASS PUNCH! ASS PUNCH! ASS PUNCH!”

 

Grabbing his tailbone as he rolls away from the laughing Maniac, Ejiro rolls all the way to the other side of the ring as Melissa calls out for him to do something, anything to turn this match around. Looking out to the crowd, Rogers once again motions that something is just around the bend for the former World Champion. Picking Ejiro off the canvas, Rogers takes a moment to use his other hand to move the Death Chair back into play as he places it flat in the middle of the ring. The chair in place, Rogers scoops Ejiro up into position for the Die Hard Driver only to have Ejiro slip out of his grasp and over his shoulder. With perhaps a second to spare, Fasaki does the only thing he really can…

 

DING!

 

“KICK TO THE JIMMIES!”

 

Crumpling to the canvas in a heap, Rodgers puts both his hands where the action is just to make sure everything is still where he left it. But Ejiro Fasaki is not in mush better shape evidently as he rolls right back to the canvas where Melissa is there to have a little debate.

 

“That wasn’t cool Jerry! That wasn’t cool!”

 

Seemingly ignoring the whole thing as well as the modicum of boos that came with the low blow, Ejiro gets back to the attack for the first time in the contest. Watching his opponent carefully, The Rule eyes up his opponent before charging ahead and cracking Rogers across the face with a running elbow to the top of the head. Immediately clutching at the top rope, Fasaki uses the leverage gained to stomp and stomp and stomp on his opponent as Rogers tries to find some way to get out of the path of rage. Rolling all the way out of the ring gets Rogers a little respite but not for long before Ejiro is out of the ring and once again stomping the tar out of his opponent. Finally pulling Rodgers up and to his feet, Ejiro hooks him underneath the arm and walks him a few places before finally just whipping him over with a hip toss that sends Rodgers’ back right on top of the ringside steps!

 

“I guess getting punched in the ass was just the wake-up call Ejiro Fasaki needed to get his fire back,” calls out The Suicide King. “One of the last things you want to do is try and show up someone with Ejiro’s temper. Beating him is one thing but trying to embarrass him is just asking for some suffering.”

 

“It doesn’t matter!” shouts an ill-tempered Toxxic as his vision finally clears. “Either one of these two morons gets in the ring with me and they are meat! I can beat any one the SWF puts in front of me and no amount of nonsense is going to change that!”

 

Grabbing Rogers while still on the floor, Ejiro hooks his opponent around the head before whipping him up and over the top with a snap suplex, which splatters Rogers all across ringside! Gathering Bryan off the hard canvas, Ejiro pushes him back into the rind and immediately climbs up to the top turnbuckle before coming off the top with a hard elbow drop right to the heart! Garbling up all the air that he can Rogers chokes under the pain as Ejiro looks out to the crowd himself and raises his hand up in the air in triumph.

 

“F-EM UP FASAKI! F-EM UP FASAKI! F-EM UP FASAKI!”

 

Crawling away from his opponent, Bryan ends up grabbing a hold of the middle rope just before The Rule comes crashing down on the back of his neck with all of his weight behind it. Immediately angling his body through the middle ropes, Ejiro takes a few steps from his opponent before coming right back with a punting kick that sends The Maniac flying across the ring like a shot. Moving back inside the ring, Fasaki collects the timekeeper’s table that has been on one side of the ring this entire time. Watching his opponent carefully, Fasaki nonetheless heads across the ring and crushes his opponent under the impact of the table!

 

CRASH!

 

And the table is not up to it! Cracking in half from the force of the impact the table shatters into small useless pieces as Roger’s legs go out from under him as he hits the canvas. Kicking the shards out of the ring in a huff, Ejiro enjoys the site of the blood once again flowing down the features of his opponent as the stitches set in his head the week before. Dropping down on his opponent, Ejiro hooks the leg for a…

 

ONNNNNNNNNNNNE!

 

 

TWWWWOOOOOOOO!

 

 

THREEANNNAHHAHH!

 

Kicking a shoulder loose, Bryan keeps his bloody carcass still in the contest as the referee waves two fingers in the air. Fasaki does not quite show any frustration from the lack of an ending to the match as he is seemingly happy to show as he goes and collects his next object of torture as he grabs… The Death Chair.

 

“Now this I cannot allow,” calls out Toxxic as he drops his headset and stands up, “this hardcore nonsense is beneath Fasaki and he knows it!”

 

“What’s that noise?”

 

“Face it King, Toxxic was more than happy to sit here while Fasaki was taking a beating but now that his potential challenger has a chance to win this thing he has to go uphold the boundaries of good wrestling!”

 

Sliding right underneath the ring to the disgust of the crowd, Toxxic creeps up behind Ejiro and pulls the chair right out of his grasp and to the canvas! Turning as the chair goes aside, The Rule finds himself caught with a boot to the chest just before he is thundered to the canvas with a rip roaring DDT!

 

THOOOOOOOM!

 

“ARSSSSSSHOLE! ARSSSSSSHOLE! ARSSSSSSHOLE!”

 

Giving the crowd the two-finger salute, Toxxic slides right back to the outside of the ring and to the waiting scowl of Melissa Fasaki! Smirking at the sister of his rival, The Strait-Edge Sensation simply shakes his head at her as she continues to bitch him out for his completely legal interference. The aura of genuine amusement only lasts for so long however before…

 

SLAAAAAAAP!

 

“Oh she didn’t!” calls out the King of Hearts as Toxxic’s head snaps back for a moment before he puts a hand up to his cheek.

 

“Good for her… wait a minute… DON’T PUT YOUR HANDS ON HER!”

 

Reaching out and grabbing Melissa by the hair, Toxxic scowls as he looks one way and then the other before DRIVING his forehead into the bridge of her nose with a head BUTT! Dropping like she just got shot in the face, Melissa falls to the concrete and doesn’t move another muscle as Toxxic looks down on her with a mixture of shock at what he just did and the anger that made him did it. Leaving the whole of the Fasaki Family laid out, Toxxic starts to walk back to the locker room as Australians everywhere ready their boomerangs in response.

 

“That little bastard,” laments LDP, “that little bastard just head butted a woman! What sort of champion is that? What kind of MAN?”

 

But in the ring where neither man is aware of just happened, another story is set to unfold as Bryan starts to drag his body all the way across the ring where he can put an arm over the unmoving body of his opponent!

 

ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNE!

 

 

 

 

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

 

 

 

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

 

 

 

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

Getting the littlest of kicks, Fasaki is able to push The Maniac’s arm off his neck in order to keep the match going. Shaking his head in an attempt to get his brain unscrambled, Rodgers nonetheless manages to pull Ejiro into position over the top of the Death Chair as Fasaki seems to be completely limp in the arms of The Maniac. Putting his finger into the air, Rodgers spins it about before forcefully pulling Ejiro into a front facelock! But before Rodgers can complete the DDT, Ejiro forcefully pulls him up into the air before jamming him back down with a reverse atomic drop! Immediately kicking Rodgers in the chest, Ejiro pulls his head down and between his legs before pulling Bryan up into the air…

 

“Oh good lord! Ejiro’s going for a piledriver on the chair!!! He’s going for the kill!”

 

CRASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSH!

 

Stuck into the chair with both the impact but also the sticks of the wire in his skull, Rodgers’ head gushes even more blood into the canvas before Ejiro pushes him over onto his back and hooks a leg for…

 

ONNNNNNNNNNNNE!

 

 

TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

 

THREEENNAHAHHHH!

 

Kicking out just in time, Rogers manages to get a shoulder off the canvas only to have Ejiro only pull him right back up to his feet and once again sets him up for the piledriver! Pulling Rogers skyward, The Rule sets himself perfectly before once again sitting out and CRUSHING The Maniac against the steel for the second time!

 

ONNNNNNNNNNNNE!

 

 

TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

 

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

 

DING! DING!

 

“What an effort for Bryan Rogers but Ejiro was too much for him on this occasion…” calls out The Longdogger, “but there is something much more important going on out here in the floor as I have yet to see Melissa move a muscle!”

 

Sliding out of the ring as soon as the bell rings, Ejiro slumps against the apron for a moment before looking around with a questioning glare. Never before has he won a match and Melissa not been there in a moment to check on him. And here he is but where is…

 

“WHAT THE FUCK!”

 

Seeing his sister lying on the cold hard concrete, Ejiro races across the outside of the ring and virtually dives to his sister’s side. Clutching her up in his hands, Ejiro looks around for something or someone that can help her out. Babbling nonsense to his sister as a trickle of blood runs down her face, Ejiro tries to figure out what the hell happened. But Melissa despite her clearly diminished capacity has just one thing to say…

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Toxxic.”

[Toxxic 0]

The end of my match was going to feature a desperate Rodgers using the red mist on Fasaki before going for the Brainstorm, but Ejiro managing to instinctively counter into the Cobra Crossface. Fasaki wins, then as he's trying to wipe his stinging eyes Melissa laughs at Toxxic, he mouths off at her, she slaps him and HEADBUTT, then leaves before Ejiro could see again.

 

But then I didn't write. Not that it would have mattered, apparently. But a great match Ejiro, and I'm looking forward to receiving a pasting in Japan...