SWF Storm Losing Matches

[Guest bennerisbetter]

Yeah, it's only a little more than twice as long as the winning match, so I see where you're coming from.

 

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The crowd is buzzing, eagerly awaiting the next match. Funyon steps into the ring, and the fans pop in anticipation.

 

“Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall and is for the SWF WORD CHAMPIONSHIP”

 

WAHHH!!! The crowd explodes, not knowing a match of this magnitude would occur tonight, as the card was printed in English.

 

“The challenger, weighing in at 312 pounds…..GHOST MACHINE!”

 

The crowd falls silent, confused. Is this a mistake?

 

EH!

EH BOO!

EH! EH BOO BOO!

 

A fireball erupts and out comes Ghost Machine, accompanied by JL Crunk.

 

BOOO!

 

Wait! A security guard is approaching Ghost on the ramp.

 

Suicide King leans forward, straining to hear. “He’s saying something to JL Crunk.”

 

JL reluctantly turns around and leaves the stadium, to the applause of the fans.

 

“They’re really set against Ghost Machine in this one,” notes Longdogger Pete.

 

“Well, what has he done to deserve such an honor?” King shoots back. “Sure, he’s had three decisive victories, but I just don’t think he’s ready for this.”

 

Ghost Machine steps into the ring and waits for his opponent.

 

“The SWF World Champion, weighing in at 223 pounds…..EJIRO FASAKI!”

 

POPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOP!

 

“Here he is,” says Pete excitedly. “The SWF World Champion, Ejiro Fasaki.”

 

“You don’t say?”

 

The pyrotechnics are dwarfed by the roar of the crowd as their champion appears. Ejiro Fasaki. He slaps a few hands but seems very focused on the task ahead.

 

“As inexperienced as Ghost Machine is, there is no doubt that he is a tough competitor,” says Pete. “Ejiro has quite a task in front of him here.”

 

Ejiro enters the ring and hands the gold to the ref. He extends his hand towards Ghost Machine, who ignores him completely.

 

=DING DING DING=

 

Ejiro sizes up Ghost Machine, trying to feel out Ghost and determine where and how to start his attack. Ghost gives nothing, staring at Ejiro. Before Fasaki can decide, Ghost begins moving, albeit slowly, towards him. Ejiro runs at Ghost and delivers an elbow, but it just bounces off Ghost’s chest as if he were made of metal. Ejiro runs in again, but only fakes an elbow. He lunges at the legs. Ghost Machine buckles, and crashes to the mat.

 

YEAH!

 

Pete jumps to his feet. “He’s already brought this beast down!” he shouts excitedly.

 

King nods approvingly. “Whereas Ghost Machine is almost invincible on his feet, he is rather defenseless against submissions because it is so hard for him to lift his 312 pounds up to a standing position.”

 

Ejiro immediately locks on an armbar. Ghost thrashes, trying to get to his feet, as if he doesn’t even notice Ejiro. Finally he begins smashing his fist against the champ. Still, Fasaki will not release the hold, knowing that he will not get many chances like this. Ghost Machine eventually bashes Ejiro off and gets to his feet, but not without considerable damage.

 

“He’s definitely nursing that arm,” says Pete.

 

Ghost Machine drags Ejiro to his feet and sets him up for a suplex. He lifts him high into the air…

 

“My god!” King cries out. “It’s almost as if that left arm can’t hold Ejiro’s weight!”

 

….and completes the move. However, both men remain on the mat. Ghost is holding his arm in pain. The ref starts counting.

 

ONE

 

 

 

TWO

 

Ejiro finally comes to his senses and rises. He starts climbing the ropes, and the crowd buzzes. Ghost Machine gets up while Fasaki is climbing and approaches the turnbuckle. Ejiro turns around looking for the elbow, but instead finds a face full of Ghost Machine’s fist! Ghost throws the wounded champion to the mat. His 223 pounds crash violently, rendering him unconscious. Ghost Machine ascends to the top turnbuckle.

 

“Ghost Machine is on the top rope!” King declares.

 

“He could kill Ejiro!” Pete says in horror.

King considers this apprehensively. “Maybe that’s the plan…”

 

He thinks better of it and climbs down. He goes to the downed champion and applies a sleeper hold. Ejiro’s eyes widen and he lunges upward, only to be dragged back down by the challenger with machine-like intensity. Fasaki fights off the sleeper with constant motion, as Ghost has trouble keeping the hold on and applying pressure at the same time. Ejiro squirms around, leaving him face to face with Ghost Machine. Ghost stares at him for a few moments, then headbutts him with incredible force.

 

“AAAAAHHHHH!”

 

Ejiro lurches backwards, his face badly bleeding. Ghost Machine moves in for the kill. He sprints (slowly) to Ejiro and bashes the top of his head with a running double axehandle. Fasaki hangs in space a moment, then collapses to the mat. Ghost continues his unrelenting assault. He mounts the downed man and begins pummeling his stomach with punches. Ejiro manages to endure the viscous beating and reaches up to Ghost Machine. He wraps his fingers around the meaty neck. Ghost pauses to pry them off, and Ejiro kicks him in the face with both feet as hard as he can. Ghost’s head snaps back and he crumples.

 

“Ghost Machine has gone from a huge threat to a huge target!” King exclaims.

 

“Looks like Ejiro’s finally turned this match around,” says Pete, happy to see the champ gain momentum.

 

“Don’t speak too soon…..” King warns.

 

But it appears Ejiro has turned the match around. With some difficulty he rolls Ghost onto his stomach, then slaps on a fujiwara armbar to the same arm he almost broke before. Every ounce of muscle on Fasaki’s frame is devoted to bending Ghost’s big arm back into his spine. Ghost is screaming in pain, something unseen in the SWF up to this point.

 

“He’s about to tap!” Pete is on his feet again.

 

King shakes his head in disbelief. “Come on Ghost Machine! Hold on!”

 

Ghost, with incredible effort, lifts himself and Ejiro to his knees. Ejiro is now standing with the hold on, and can apply even more pressure. Laboriously, Ghost starts to push upwards.

 

“He’s on his feet!” says King.

 

Ghost breaks the hold and whips Ejiro into the ropes. Ghost prepare for something, but gets a spinning wheel kick to the face! The sound of the boot smashing against Ghost’s forehead echoes throughout the arena. Ghost Machine gets up, and Ejiro wraps his arms around the man. He starts to lift him into the air…and with great effort, completes a belly-to-belly suplex into a pinning bridge.

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

The force of Ghost’s kickout sends the champ flying across the ring. Ejiro crashes into the ropes and falls. The two competitors run towards each other. Ghost sticks out his arm for a lariat, but Ejiro hooks it and swings his momentum into an arm drag. He locks on another arm bar, and this time Ghost really does look ready to tap out.

 

TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!

 

He shakes his head and screams. Fasaki twists the arm a little more, and Ghost starts thrashing, or convulsing, against the ring.

 

“ARGHAARHGARH!!!”

 

“ARGHARAAA………………….”

 

He starts to drift off.

 

“Ghost Machine just passed out from the pain!” Pete says triumphantly.

 

The ref lifts Ghost’s arm. It flops to the ground.

 

ONE!

 

He lifts the arm again. It again falls to the mat.

 

TWO!

 

The ref raises Ghost Machine’s arm. It falls….

 

THR- No! Ghost Machine arm rises into the air!

 

The crowd gets frantic, fearing for their hero. TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP!!!

 

Ghost Machine rolls to the side, ending up right on top of Ejiro. He stands up, lifting Ejiro to his feet. DDT! He lifts Ejiro up again. Powerbomb!

 

“Looks like Ghost Machine has gotten his second wind!” Pete says, sounding worried.

 

“There’s no way a guy as small as Ejiro Fasaki can survive this onslaught,” King pronounces confidently.

 

Ghost Machine covers.

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

Shoulder up! Angry, Ghost puts an elbow into Ejiro’s face and covers again.

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

Shoulder up! Ghost Machine is furious now. He throws Ejiro to his feet, sets it up, and PILEDRIVER! Cover.

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

Shoulder up!

 

“AAAAAAAHHHHHRGHHHH!” Ghost Machine roars in rage. He lifts the champion over his head and starts walking to the ropes.

 

“He’s going to throw Ejiro over the ropes!” shouts King.

 

Ejiro comes to his senses and starts hammering Ghost’s head, but to no avail. He throws Ejiro towards the outside. Eijro catches the rope in midair and swings his momentum around. He shoots through the rope and plants his feet into Ghost’s midsection.

 

“OOF!”

 

Fasaki wraps an arm around Ghost’s neck and lifts himself up, smashing his knee into Ghost’s face repeatedly, using Ghost himself as support. Ghost staggers back, then right into KICK*WHAM*STUNNER! The crowd goes into a frenzy as Ejiro hops onto the top rope. Smelling blood, he soars into the air, seems to hang there for a moment, then comes crashing down onto the helpless Ghost Machine with a devastating elbow drop.

 

‘JIRO! ‘JIRO! ‘JIRO! ‘JIRO!

 

He hooks the leg.

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

Shoulder up!

 

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Fuck you, ref!

 

Ejiro starts battering Ghost with no concern for technicality or finesse. Fist after fist crashes against Ghost’s skull. Each blow is more furious than the next, as Ejiro realizes he can’t hold the advantage for that long. He gets up and bounces off the ropes, then connects with a knee drop.

 

SMACK!

 

Ghost Machine tries to get up, but Ejiro kicks him sharply in the spine.

 

SNAP!

 

And again!

 

CRACK!

 

Ghost arches his back in pain, and Fasaki dropkicks him in the back of the skull.

 

POP!

 

He stumbles forward on his knees for a bit, and ends up tangled in the ropes. Ejiro surveys his prey with a snarl, knowing that there is no escape from what is about to happen. He smashes a knuckle into Ghost’s head. Fasaki’s rabid fans count as he continues the brutal beating.

 

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FI- Ghost Machine somehow twists out of the way, and Ejiro’s momentum carries him through the ropes and onto the floor.

 

SMACK! Ejiro’s head hits the uncovered concrete and the sound reverberates throughout the stadium. Meanwhile, with great difficulty and the aid of the ref, Ghost Machine has escaped from the ropes. He steps onto the apron, and without giving it a second thought leaps over the prone champion and lands on him with a crash.

 

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

 

“Holy shit!” screams King. “Pardon my language, but Ghost Machine just crushed Ejiro Fasaki! He…he could be dead!”

 

Pete shakes his head incredulously. “Indeed! I don’t want to sound like a complete idiot, but this guy is like a robot!”

 

Ghost Machine is already up, but Ejiro is way out.

 

SIX! Ghost rolls Ejiro into the ring and follows before he can be counted out. Ghost rolls Ejiro into the center of the ring, then runs to the ropes. The ring quivers with each footstep, and the huge man rebounds towards Ejiro. He jumps into the air and connects with a picture-perfect legdrop. Ejiro rolls over in pain, and Ghost sits on his back.

 

“Camel Clutch!” King exclaims.

 

Fasaki’s body bends under the weight of Ghost Machine. He shouts in pain, but refuses to tap. Ghost releases an arm and continues the hold with just one hand, using the other to pat Ejiro cheerfully on the head.

 

BOOO!

 

Pete winces. “How humiliating! Not only has this newcomer not earned his title shot, he’s disgracing the champion!”

 

Ejiro looks as though he’s about to tap, but Ghost’s arrogance changes his mind. He grabs Ghost Machine’s free hand and twists it. Ghost shouts and rolls off of Ejiro, who capitalizes. He pounces, and the two men roll around the mat. Punches fly and blood spatters the ring. Ejiro rolls away and hops to his feet. He is not bleeding.

 

YEAH!!!

 

Ghost pulls himself to his feet with the ropes, and he’s a mess. His mask is torn by the mouth and forehead, and he has a gash in his forehead. Blood is oozing down. Even with a mask on, everyone can tell that this man is angry. He jumps at Ejiro. He tries to dodge, but Ghost adjusts course and brings him down. They pop up and Fasaki gets a boot to the gut. He bends over in pain, and Ghost Machine kicks him full power in the face.

 

SMACK!

 

The champ lurches forward, and Ghost catches him. He tosses him overhead in a sort of distorted belly-to-belly. Exhausted from the exchange, Ghost falls to the ground next to his opponent.

 

LET’S GO ‘JIRO, LET’S GO! The fans rally behind their man, and Ejiro responds. He staggers and stumbles to his feet, then spits on Ghost Machine.

 

YEAAAAHHH!

 

Ghost Machine tries to get up, but Ejiro skillfully and precisely kicks out his left leg. Ghost reaches out into space as he falls back to the mat.

 

“Now that Ghost Machine is grounded,” says Pete, “I don’t see how Ejiro can’t win this match.”

 

Ejiro applies an armbar.

 

YEEAAAAAHHH! The crowd, sensing blood, rises to see Ghost tap.

 

“That’s definitely the loudest cheer I’ve ever heard for an armbar,” King says, impressed.

 

Ghost Machine is wild. He is whipping back against the mat, desperately trying to break the hold. The gashes in his forehead have blinded him with. Ejiro knows this could be his only chance to finish Ghost.

 

“Tap!”

 

“AAAAARRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

 

He refuses to give up. Ejiro finally releases the hold.

 

BOOOOO!

 

Ghost Machine bursts to his feet and clotheslines Ejiro. As he flies backwards, Ghost clotheslines him again with his other arm, this time in the back of the head: the incredible double clothesline.

 

“It’s the incredible double clothesline!” shouts Pete.

 

Ejiro’s neck snaps against the canvas so hard that he rebounds onto his knees. Ghost Machine is amused and pulls his opponents to his feet. He draws his hand back and slaps Ejiro as hard as he can across the face.

 

CRACK!

 

This wakes Ejiro up, and he returns the favor.

 

CRACK!

 

Ghost Machine is completely unaffected, and lifts the lightweight champ into the air with one hand. The ref rushes in to break the hold, but Ghost pushes him away. Fasaki gurgles and turns blue.

 

Pete pops up again. “Come on!” he shouts. “Break it up!”

 

“Sssh!” King chides. “Let the ref do his job.”

 

Ghost Machine sets Ejiro down on the top rope. He walks to the opposite corner and runs at him. Ejiro launches himself towards Ghost, who catches him in mid-air. Ghost stumbles back from the impact. Fasaki knows he has only a few moments, and hammers on the challenger’s head with elbows. He collapses unconscious against the ropes and Ejiro hops off.

 

King is impressed with the exchange. “Hm.”

 

Ejiro grabs the left arm he damaged earlier and twists it behind the behemoth’s back. Ghost grabs the rope.

 

“Break!”

 

Ejiro bounces off the ropes and dropkicks on the rebound, sending Ghost Machine on his back. He hooks the leg for the cover.

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

Kickout! Ghost launches Ejiro straight up in the air. Unfortunately, gravity brings him down, and straight onto the outstretched leg of Ghost Machine. Exhausted, he rolls to the outside for a breather. Fasaki remains face down on the mat as Ghost regains his wind.

 

ONE!

 

Slowly but surely, Ejiro brings himself to his knees.

 

TWO!

 

Ghost Machine reclines against a barrier, bloody and tired.

 

THREE!

 

Ejiro wilts like a dead rose against the ropes, but is one his feet.

 

FOUR!

 

Ghost Machine slugs a fan that pats him on the back.

 

FIVE!

 

Ejiro is on his feet and considering his next moves.

 

SIX!

 

Security breaks up the fight Ghost Machine has started.

 

SEVEN!

 

Ejiro bounces off the ropes.

 

EIGHT!

 

Ghost Machine turns towards the ring.

 

NINE!

 

Ejiro flies between the first and second ropes, dropkicking Ghost Machine square in the face and breaking the count.

 

“I don’t see where he’s going with this,” says King. “Ejiro is already worn down, and Ghost Machine’s arm is the real money maker.”

 

Ejiro quickly recovers and is on Ghost Machine like bees on bread. ONE! TWO! THREE! Fasaki’s fans chant with each punch. The ref tries to break up the two warriors, but can hardly be heard over the roar of the crowd. Ghost reaches up blindly, finds Ejiro’s neck, and holds on for dear life. The champion immediately relents and tries to pry the sausage-like fingers from his neck. Neither man realizes the ref has resumed his count.

 

EIGHT!

 

Aware of the danger of count-out, drags Ejiro to his feet and hurls him into the ring.

 

“As this is a title match, Ghost knows he can’t win by count-out,” remarks Pete. “And he won’t get an opportunity like this again.”

 

NINE!

 

Ghost sprints towards the ring.

 

TE-No! Ghost dives into the ring, just in time.

 

“My god!” King shouts. “That was a close call!”

 

Ghost gets up to meet Ejiro. He attempts an irish whip, but Ejiro reverses the throw and sends Ghost into the ropes. He springs back and leaps into the air, but the champ has the presence of mind to duck. 312 pounds fall to the canvas. Ejiro sprints to the corner and leaps to the second rope. He rebounds off the turnbuckle and lands a perfect legdrop on Ghost Machine’s back.

 

YEAAAAH!

 

Ejiro bounds onto the back of the challenger and grabs the arm. Sensing what his about to happen, Ghost rears up on his legs, but Ejiro hangs on and wrestles him back to the mat.

 

“He’s going for the Cobra Crossface!” exclaims King.

 

Ejiro struggles but manages to hook the arm between his legs. Ghost Machine, acting on impulse, snaps his head back into Fasaki’s. The champ manages to stay awake but releases his death grip on Ghost Machine’s wounded arm. Ghost Machine rises above him, furious.

 

“He’s going to make Ejiro pay for that trick,” Pete says.

 

Ghost Machine locks eyes with Ejiro. There is look of confusion in Fasaki’s eyes. He doesn’t know the challenger, hasn’t felt him out yet. He has no idea what will come next. More specifically, he does not know that Ghost Machine is going to stomp on his head.

 

Ghost Machine stomps on Ejiro’s head. Ejiro reaches out and catches the boot before it returns for seconds, and twists with all his might. Ghost Machine loses his balance for a moment, but doesn’t lose composure. He does, however, lose his shoe. Seeing his prize, Ejiro scampers backwards on all fours. Ghost approaches the helpless champ.

 

He points at the boot, then at himself.

 

Ejiro hands him the boot. Ghost takes it cautiously, and starts to put it on…..

 

…..but Ejiro EXPLODES to his feet and damn near decapitates Ghost Machine with an elbow. He spins 180 degrees and lands straight on his head/neck.

 

K-RUNCH!

 

JERRY! JERRY! JERRY!

 

“Is he dead?” Pete asks anxiously.

 

“Don’t think so….” answers King.

 

Ghost suddenly springs to his feet, and the stunned arena actually applauds.

 

“Well, the fans finally giving Ghost Machine some credit,” notes King. “You sure as hell can’t fake something like that.”

 

Ghost Machine scoops up Ejiro like a teddy bear and deposits him in the corner. Ejiro attempts to run, but Ghost sticks out his foot, and the champ plummets flat on his face. He reaches down and grasps the champ with his meaty paws, then returns him to the corner. Ghost hooks his arm under Ejiro and lifts him to the top rope. Climbing up to meet him, Ghost hooks Ejiro’s arms under the ropes so there’s no escape. Ghost lifts his arms into the air, immersing himself in the boos, taunts, and jeers. He raises his hands in the unmistakable two-fisted FUCK YOU, then starts bashing Ejiro. His arms pounds Fasaki’s head and neck with hurricane fury and deadly accuracy. Ejiro has no way to hide as he is hit with elbows BAM, hooks BAM, uppercuts BAM, jabs BAM and forearms BAM. Ghost Machine pauses for a moment.

 

BOOO!

 

He looks at Ejiro Fasaki with a look of withering contempt apparent even through his shredded, bloody, and masked face. He clasps his arms around Ejiro and lifts him into the air.

 

“Notice how hard it is for Ghost to lift Ejiro after all those armbars before,” says Pete. “Maybe that strategy will save Ejiro and his title.”

 

King nods as Ghost Machine struggles to suplex Ejiro. “I don’t think he has the arm strength left to pull something like this off.”

 

WHOMP!

 

Ghost Machine somehow summons the strength to lift his opponent, and suplexes him to the mat with incredible force. He’s momentarily stunned, but makes the cover.

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

JERRY! JERRY! JERRY! JERRY!

 

THR-No! Shoulder up!

 

YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!

 

“How the hell did he do that?” shouts King.

 

“This is why Ejiro is champion,” says Pete. “He can survive an incredible beating.”

 

King looks at him. “No. That is NOT why Ejiro is champ.”

 

Ejiro can’t get up. His head was nearly caved in, and the superplex only made it worse. Obviously.

 

Ghost Machine looks down at Ejiro.

 

How did this man become world champion?

 

Ejiro takes advantage of Ghost Machine’s deep thought by sweeping his foot out and kicking Ghost Machine’s ankle. He loses balance and falls on his back. Before he can get up, Ejiro rolls towards Ghost Machine, over Ghost Machine, ARMBAR!

 

“He’s got that armbar on, Pete! This one’s over!”

 

Ghost Machine reaches over with his other arm, but it just isn’t long enough.

 

TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!

 

Ghost starts clawing his way to the ropes, five feet away.

 

TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!

 

“He’s about to lose it!” says Pete. “And if he goes out again, there’s no coming back!”

 

TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!

 

The ropes are three feet away, Ghost Machine reaches out, almost tearing his arm out of its socket……

 

 

“Break!”

 

The disappointment in the arena is palpable.

 

“Ejiro has given Ghost Machine all that he has, but it just isn’t enough.”

 

Both men struggle to their feet, knowing the end is near. Ghost Machine wipes the blood off his face with his good arm. Ejiro holds his head and neck in pain. They move towards each other. Ejiro takes the initiative and runs to the ropes. He jumps to the second rope and spins off in Ghost’s direction, elbow extended. Ghost ducks and turns around, shocked to see Ejiro standing right in front of him. Quickly, Ejiro swings his leg to the side and spins, his leg speeding towards Ghost Machine’s head.

 

“Dragon Whip!”

 

NO! Ghost Machine catches the leg and twists so Ejiro’s back is to him. He presses forward, crashing to the mat. The champion struggles under Ghost Machine’s weight, but Ghost hooks Ejiro’s arms behind his legs and grabs his chin for the Camel Clutch.

 

“AAAAAAAAHHH!”

 

He clenches his teeth and screams, desperately trying to escape. Concentrate on something else[i/]. Ejiro reaches towards the ropes, only two feet away…but Ghost stands up and drags him to the middle of the ring.

 

“No escape!” screams King.

 

LET’S GO ‘JIRO, LET’S GO!

 

Ejiro refuses to tap, but Ghost Machine applies more pressure to his wounded head and neck. His eyes bulge with the pain.

 

“GAR…AAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!”

 

Ejiro slaps the ring.

 

“He tapped! He tapped!”

 

“He did it! He did it! I can’t believe it! He did it!”

 

=DING DING DING=

 

“Here is your winner, and the NEW SWF World Heavyweight Champion…Ghost Machine!”

 

Stunned silence. The ref hands the belt towards Ghost Machine. He looks at it and touches it. He takes it and thrusts it upward.

 

“Yo!” JL Crunk runs down to the ring, microphone in hand.

 

“You did it.” He starts to say more, but Ghost bats the microphone away. Ghost shakes JL’s hand, and the two leave the arena together with the gold.

 

Ejiro lies in the ring, panting. He slowly rises to his feet, rubs his sore neck, and exits the ring.

[Ace309 0]

Having read both matches, the distinction I made is that Ejiro's match, while short, was relatively linear as well as reasonably well-written and relatively serious until the post-match activity, aside from Suicide King's commentary (which was appropriately irreverant).

 

Your King is fairly weak and lacks character, which is likely just due to your newness to the fed. Your psychology seems all over the place, though - while you did, in fact, follow stories fairly well, your order of spots seems like it was more or less a crapshoot, and if there was a story underlying it other than the strict limbwork, there wasn't much in the match to help guide the reader.

 

I remember feeling cheated about my first big loss, and I'm sure you feel the same way, but I don't see any reason to believe there were NEFARIOUS MEANS~! at work here. I hope these comments help to explain the situation. If you have any more questions, please feel free to talk to me.

[Guest bennerisbetter]

It justs seems like he saw "Ghost Machine" and decided he could just crank out a short, under-the-limit match, and it worked. It was obvious from the booking that this match was a joke. Why did you waste my time? There was no possibility I would win, and you knew that. Why was this match made? So Ejiro would have an easy title defense?

[Ace309 0]

While I didn't book the card and thus can't speak to all the factors at work here, we are running an angle in which Ejiro is being pushed down the card due to his being unmarketable and boring.

 

We also hadn't seen you write. For all we knew, you could have been capable of pumping out a five-star classic, but you weren't writing 'real' matches where you were at. I assume that after MVS/'Chuck Woolery' considered those factors, he figured that A) This would be a pretty good way of furthering the angle, and B) This would be a pretty good way to get a sense of what you're actually capable of doing.

 

You're going to lose matches sometimes, and you're going to get bookings you hate sometimes. We try not to let the second one happen, but it's impossible to please all of the people all of the time, and unfortunately, except in the case of co-writes and no-shows, someone's match is going to lose.

 

As far as I can reconstruct the booking, this match accomplished its goals. Ejiro got a match in which he was pushed down the card, and we got a match out of you by which we can adequately judge where you're supposed to be.

[Guest bennerisbetter]

Okay...but I still don't think there was any circumstance under which I would win.

[Ace309 0]

I should point out, for the record, that there's nothing wrong with short matches. I made a career of being 500-1000 words under the limit and being 2-3000 words shorter than my opponent on PPVs.

 

I should also reiterate that, since I didn't do the booking, I didn't mark the match and Ejiro won his first World Title from me, I really have no reason to BS you. I've got no dog in this fight.

[zyon 0]

Well here's mine. And its pretty scary that there are quite a few similarities to my and WC's match (I loved the announce table spot in both matches.) But yeah comments and suggestions on how to do better would be appreciated.

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“This episode of Storm has just been flat out fantastic” Longdogger Pete starts, “And now it is time for tonight’s main event.”

 

“Pete you would be correct and the winner of this hardcore extravaganza will be in line for a World Title shot, expect it all to be laid on the line tonight.” Suicide King gives his opinion of the main event.

 

The crowd anticipates what could be a classic as the lights dim…

 

The oh so familiar “Learn to Fly” by Punk Floyd blares across the stadium as the hated International champion walks down to the ring ignoring the boos that follow.

 

“How can they boo this man, he should be not only cheered but should also be celebrated.” King announces slightly annoyed at what he is hearing from the crowd.

 

Jay Hawke continues his stroll to the ring as the audibly loud…

 

“HAWKE SUCKS!”

“HAWKE SUCKS!”

”HAWKE SUCKS!”

 

Chants fill the stadium. Hawke simply ignores what he could view as simpletons as he gets on to the ring apron and wipes his black boots across the very same apron. After some arrogant boot cleaning Hawke enters the SWF ring and slowly removes his robe while admiring his past work that is being displayed on the Smarktron.

 

“Jay Hawke could be a little out of his element here tonight.” Pete says.

 

King just shakes his head in confusion, “Pete you immensely underrate the INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION, please give him the respect he deserves.”

 

Back in the ring Hawke has disrobed and shows off his physique before retreating back to a random corner in the ring…

 

“I’m Born…”

 

“I’m Alive…”

 

“I Breathe…”

 

The words blink on and off on the Smarktron as if they had the attention to induce vomiting. “Vitamin” by Incubus is played over the PA as the fans after a few seconds of sitting rise back to their feet as SWF’s “Unique Youth” walks out with his Hardcore title. Zyon stops at the top of the ramp and stares off at the thousands with a big ol’ grin across his face.

 

“Now this guy…he just deserves to be pissed on.” King expresses.

 

Pete though retorts, “C’mon now be fair you know as well as I do that all competitors in this match have recently been on a roll of some sort.”

 

“Yeah well he STILL deserves to be pissed on.” King no sells Pete’s retort.

 

You stare at me like I'm a vitamin.

On the surface you hate,

but you know you need me.

I'll come dressed as any pill you deem fit.

Whatever helps you swallow truth all the more easily.

 

Zyon runs down the ramp and energetically leaps on to the ring apron and then mockingly wipes his shoes off before flipping into the ring and going directly into his headbang/arm raise taunt that gets the crowd to simply explode with cheers. Zyon soaks in the cheers for a moment before going back to his corner…

 

The cheers though are forced to continue as “Let’s Gets Dirty” screeches across the PA causing everyone around the world to cheer a little inside. “The Bahama Bomber” one half of the SWF Tag Team champions come out to the fans still on their feet. Wildchild walks down to the ring slapping a few hands on his way as he quickly enters the ring and goes back to his corner while pumping his fist toward the crowd getting a surreal amount of cheers for it.

 

The lights in the arena come back on as Funyon enters the ring…

 

Pete starts to mark out, “Oh man boxing style intros.”

 

King can only make fun of him, “WOOOO, boxing style intros YEEHAW!”

 

“Introducing first from the Hall Of Fame City of Cleveland, Ohio and the reigning SWF International champion, JAYYYY HAWKEEE!!!” Funyon announces.

 

Jay Hawke takes his title off and raises it in the air to a chorus off boos and words that would make a sailor blush.

 

Funyon continues, “His opponent hailing from Elkhart, Indiana the current SWF Hardcore champion, ZYYOOONNN!!!

 

Zyon almost mimics Jay Hawke by taking his belt off, but he obviously gets a much different reaction.

 

And finally, “Their opponent coming to us from the Bahamas, and on half of the SWF World Tag Team champions of the world, WILLLDCILLLD!!!

 

Wildchild already had the belt draped across his shoulder so he quickly just points at his title and takes the cheers that are almost automatic at this point. Funyon casually grabs all three title belts and makes his exit towards the timekeeper’s table leaving referee Viktor and the three competitors to do their thing. A hush falls over the stadium as Viktor takes a deep breath waves his hand toward the timekeeper…

 

DING

 

DING

 

DING!!!

 

It has begun…

 

Jay Hawke, Wildchild, and Zyon all makes their way towards each other in a circular fashion as the Ukraine fans rise to their feet and begin to mentally place their bets…

 

SMACK!

 

The first blow goes to Jay Hawke who levels Zyon with a right hand who comes back with a right forearm. Wildchild then inserts himself into the brawl by running up from behind Zyon and taking him down with an elbow smash. With Wildchild turned away Jay Hawke then quickly rolls his opponent up looking for what some would deem as a cheap win…

 

“He’s going for a cheap win.” Pete says.

 

See.

 

ONE…quick kickout.

 

Yes the roll up did catch Wildchild off guard, but there is just no way that the “Bahama Bomber” is going to lose such a big match to such a small move. Wildchild gets to his feet at about the same time as Jay Hawke and stuns the International champ with a kick to the gut followed by a leaping scissors kick that does not connect. Wildchild though lands on his feet only to be taken down by a sleeper hold drop that was applied by Zyon…

 

“What does Jay Hawke have in his hand?” Pete wonders…

 

“Pete are you seeing things again, I told you opium is bad for your vision.” King explains.

 

Pete though is definitely right as the “Dean” attempts to whack Zyon with a lead pipe that he must have had hidden in his robe or something. Zyon though sees it coming and ducks the oncoming shot and then sweeps his opponent to the ground before jumping into the air and crushing the skull of Hawke’s with a double knee stomp.

“Kinda ironic that the technical wrestler out of the group is the first to get a weapon.” Pete jabs at King.

 

King uses the cop out, “Hey it’s legal so don’t give me that smart attitude.”

 

While Hawke rolls around on the ground clutching his face, Wildchild has exited the ring and reaches under the very same ring and pulls out a trashcan full of toys for the sick and demented. Wildchild rolls the trashcan into the ring and goes to follow only to be stomped just as he enters by the Hardcore champ. Zyon then empties the trashcan letting the fans have a look at weapons such as the kendo stick, staple gun, miniature stop sign, and the list just goes on. Zyon reaches down to pick the kendo stick up, but before he can grab it Jay Hawke rises to his feet and takes out Zyon’s right leg.

 

King is amused, “Yes my man Jay Hawke bringing the wrestling to this garbage match.”

 

Before Hawke can continue the attack though Wildchild walks up and kicks Hawke right in the chest with the backing of those unforgiving shin guards. Hawke’s air leaves his system as he doubles over allowing for Wildchild to lift Hawke up and dump him on top of the trashcan with a simple body slam.

 

“RAAAA!!!”

 

The fans cheer as Hawke clutches his back as he rolls off of the trashcan. Zyon is back on his feet as he makes his way toward the “Human Hurricane” and is immediately met with a hurricarana that snaps Zyon over with ease. Wildchild follows up the cruiser attack with a 360 leg drop across the throat of his opponent of same age. Wildchild then lifts Zyon up and whips him into the turnbuckle. Wildchild though doesn’t come charging in with his magnificent speed. Instead the “Bahama Bomber” grabs the trashcan and then charges at his opponent…only for Zyon to get his foot up and kick the trashcan into the face of his opponent…

 

“WHOOOAAA!”

 

The fans cheer as the trashcan hitting face is echoed across the stadium. Zyon turns and sees his opponent down so he attempts to bring the flash by performing a split legged moonsault, but Jay Hawke is all NO POBO and stops Zyon causing the youth to be crotched across the top rope. Jaw Hawke then maneuvers Zyon into the tree of woe leaving the “Unique Youth” defenseless. Hawke looks to inflict pain on to his opponent, but before he can Wildchild is back on his feet and he simply kicks the “Dean” in the back of his head and then takes him down with a reverse DDT on to the trashcan!

 

“OHHHH”

 

The fans cheer as Hawke’s head bounces off the trashcan.

 

King comments, “That no good sneak attacker, the least he can do is face Hawke like a man.”

 

“But King,” Pete adds, “This is not only a hardcore match, but also a triple threat match. Ya know all men are at a disadvantage when it comes to being attacked from behind.”

 

Wildchild then sees Zyon in his trapped position and smiles. Wildchild then places the trashcan across the face of Zyon and calmly makes his way back to the corner as the fans rise to their feet.

 

Pete is frightened, “This cannot end well…”

 

Wildchild then sprints forward performing a handspring and then leaps into the air and places both feet into the trashcan kicking it back into the FACE OF ZYON!!!

 

“OHHHHH”

 

The fans cheer as Zyon falls from the tree of woe motionless for a second before clutching his face in agony.

 

King smiles, “Well payback is not only a bitch, but also a pretty hefty hospital bill.”

 

Wildchild looks to want to go for the cover, but Hawke is back to his feet and ready to go. Wildchild charges his technical opponent and leaps for a cross body, but Hawke in one motion counters with a snap power slam on to the S…T….O….P sign. Hawk stays on for the cover…

 

ONE…

 

 

 

TWO….kickout.

 

 

Wildchild knows there is just too much on the line to…well stop. Hawke though now has his point of attack targeted on the “Bahama Bomber.” Hawke lifts Wildchild up and lifts him into a side slam position, but drops on to his knee with a painful looking backbreaker. Wildchild rolls off of Hawke’s knee as Zyon tries to get to his feet, but the “Dean of professional wrestling” remembers his focal point on Zyon. Hawke grabs a kendo stick…

 

SMACK!!

 

Zyon falls back to the mat clutching his leg/ankle region after a stunning shot from a Jay Hawke kendo stick. The not hardcore expert drops the kendo stick and calls a mental audible by grabbing the trashcan lid and looks to nail Wildchild with it. Hawke comes forward and thrusts his right hand with the lid towards Wildchild who ducks and runs to the opposite ropes and comes off with a cross body that connects this time. The wild one though rolls off the cover and exits to the ring apron where he springboards just as Hawke is to his feet and STUNS HIM DEAD with a flying forearm smash. Hawke is knocked back into a turnbuckle where his center of gravity becomes unstable causing him to fall down into the bottom turnbuckle. Wildchild then exits the ring and grabs a steel chair and once again enters it. The “Bahama Bomber” then sets the chair up on its legs as he takes a few steps back before launching into the air looking to hurt his opponent. Zyon though limps forward and gets in front of Wildchild and then leaps into the air as Wildchild begins to descend and takes him out from the air with a spectacular “Cyclone” hurricarana that is not followed by the cover however.

 

“YEAAHHH!!!”

 

The fans cheer for the move, as does one announcer…

 

“That was incredible!” Pete says…

 

King decides to hold his tongue as he and his partner watches the match. Zyon then rolls to the outside and on to the apron and waits for Wildchild to get back to his feet. When he does Zyon springboards into the ring and takes one half of the Tag champs down with a missile dropkick. Zyon rises to his feet and turns…RIGHT INTO A CHAIRSHOT from the now standing Jay Hawke!!!

 

King scoffs, “That’s what he gets for getting in Wildchild’s way earlier.”

 

Pete simply adds, “That was just a nasty chair shot…oh god he’s bleeding.”

 

That is right the “Unique Youth” once again finds himself to be wearing the crimson mask as he lays on the mat staring into the lights. Hawke with chair in hand makes his way toward Wildchild with the same intentions on his mind. Wildchild is back on his feet, but with a glaze looked in his eyes as Hawke charges and gets ready to swing the chair, but Wildchild simply slides under Hawke and takes him down with a quick side slam that causes the “Dean” to lose the chair. Wildchild turns defense into offense as he lifts Jay Hawke up and whips him into the ropes and takes him down with a signature leg lariat.

 

“Bo-hama Bo-mber

 

CLAP

 

CLAP

 

CLAP!”

 

The fans bust out an interesting chant for Wildchild as he grabs a steel cookie sheet that was just lying around and waits for Hawke to get back to his feet, which he does pretty swiftly. Wildchild swings the metal sheet toward Hawke, but can’t follow through as Hawke kicks Wildchild in the gut and strips him off his weapon. Jay Hawke then uses the metal sheet and smacks him in the back with it for reasons that are obvious. Hawke swings back and once again comes forward and gives Wildchild another shot with the steel sheet except this time to the back of the head. Wildchild falls to the mat, which allows Hawke to place the “Bahama Bomber” into an excruciating camel clutch!!

 

King announces proudly, “He’s going to tap, I can hear his back snapping!!”

 

“I got to give it to him,” Pete continues, “Hawke has weakened that back on Wildchild and with Zyon pretty much blinded by his own blood this could mean a world title shot for the “Dean.”

 

“Damn right!” King fires back.

 

Back in the ring Jay Hawke has Wildchild right where he wants him as he continues to pull back arching the back of Wildchild who refuses to tap even through the requests of Viktor.

 

“Don’t’ Tap!!!”

 

The fans chant as in the corner Zyon starts to slowly get to his feet, as the sight of his own blood does absolutely nothing to him since he’s seen it a lot lately. Zyon then comes off the ropes and dropkicks…Wildchild in the face with a basement style dropkick. Before anyone can react negatively though Zyon gets to his feet and with kendo stick in hand brings the pain by smacking Jay Hawke across the head with not one, but two shots before the International champ decides to let go of the hold. Hawke rolls out of the ring as a bloody Zyon follows. Hawke backs up into the ring post and finds himself trapped as he begs off. Zyon just wickedly smiles and looks to kick Hawke in the gut, but Hawke was ready and catches the foot. Zyon then with the bad ankle goes for an enziguri, that Hawke dodges causing Zyon to smack his ankle across the steel post!!

 

King is overjoyed, “Did you see that Pete? Hawke tricked him not once, but twice, fricken brilliant!!”

 

Pete is a little bit confused, “King are you…marking out?”

 

King shrugs the comment off, “Of course not…”

 

Before Hawke can inflict any more damage to the downed youth, Wildchild makes his presence known as he gets on to the ring apron and surprises Jay Hawke and the crowd by hitting the International champ with a diving bulldog! Wildchild turns Jay Hawke over on to his back and goes for the cover…

 

ONE…

 

 

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

Kickout.

 

Before Viktor can get ready for a three count Hawke finds someway to kickout. A bloody Zyon pulls himself back to his feet only for Wildchild to grab the limping cruiserweight and tosses him into the safety barricade chest first, and he follows by tipping Zyon over the safety barrier into the hordes of SWF fans. Hawke who is back on his feet charges Wildchild who is taunting the crowd, which gets the usual cheers. A fan actually warns Wildchild that Hawke is coming so the “Human Hurricane” promptly turns around and back body drops Hawke over the safety barrier into the crowd that absolutely hates him. Wildchild then grabs a steel chair from the timekeeper’s table and sets it on its legs.

 

“What is he doing?” Pete wonders.

 

As Hawke and Zyon get back to their feet they both look to attack each other, but they don’t as they turn…and their eyes grow. Wildchild sprints forward and leaps off of the chair before flipping over the safety barrier and on to his opponents knocking a few fans down in the process…

 

“Holy Shit!!”

 

The chant echoes across the stadium…

 

Pete speaks, “Ok that was just awesome and please for those watching do not try any of this stuff at home.”

 

“Yeah” King adds, “Cause if you do I’m sure that these people won’t treat you like Wildchild and will probably be quite pissed you knocked their beverage out of their hand.”

 

Wildchild is the first to his feet as he raises his arms causing the fans to go insane as he grabs Hawke and they go up the stairs toward the upper part of the stadium that has been transformed thanks to the SWF. As Wildchild and Hawke make their way toward a level area where the fans are having to be held off by security, Hawke begins to awaken from his stupor and nails Wildchild with a stunning knife edge chop before throwing him face first into a steel rail. Wildchild staggers backward into Hawke who then maneuvers the “Human Hurricane” into a reverse DDT, but modifies it by dropping Wildchild’s back across his knee.

 

“Hawke, you suck!!”

 

A rabid fan speaks out as Jay Hawke just ignores the negativity as he sits Wildchild up and places a knee into his back multiple times before lifting him up and placing him in a standing dragon sleeper modifying it so he can place the point of his left knee into the spine of Wildchild’s back.

 

“He’s going to tap right in front of his fans.” King states Wildchild tapping.

 

Hawke continues to apply the pressure, but Wildchild refuses to tap but does not refuse to move as he continues to squirm and try to get free. Hawke quickly gets sick of the squirming and releases the dragon sleeper and spins his opponent around and slams him on to the concrete with a belly-to-belly suplex.

 

“YEEEEEE!!!”

 

“The fans are cheering???” Pete is utterly confused.

 

“Yes!” King continues, “It’s about time he gets the respect he deserves.”

 

The “Dean of professional wrestling” looks at the crowd confused that is until he turns around and looks up to see…Zyon on a balcony!! The blood covered youth without hesitation leaps off the balcony and lands on a shocked Jay Hawke with an INSANE cross body!!!!

 

“WOHOOOOAAAA”

 

The fans cheer, as Zyon obviously can’t stay on Hawke for the cover as he clutches his ankle while Hawke simply tries to understand what just happened. Wildchild is in the back trying to lift himself up and does, but not before clutching his back as he exits behinds the black curtain and comes back with a steel chair wrapped in BARBED WIRE!!!

 

“Who in their right mind would just leave that lying around????” King wonders.

 

“YEAAHHHH!!!”

 

The fans explode as Wildchild waits for one man to rise with the patience of an assassin. Zyon stays on the ground clutching his ankle as Hawke starts to show motion and soon he is back to his feet. Hawke with hate in his eyes looks to take advantage of Zyon’s prone state and does by placing the Hardcore champion into an ankle lock!!

 

Pete could see the end, “Oh man Zyon is going to have to tap…”

Pete could possibly be right as Hawke applies the hold and quickly applies a dreadful amount of pressure while Zyon can only scream in agony as he slowly raises his hand in the air. However, before Zyon can tap Wildchild steps in front of Hawke and slowly raises the steel chair wrapped in barbed wire.

 

“Oh fuc…”

 

Hawke mouths as Wildchild bring the chair down and strikes down Hawke with vengeance causing the International champ to fall to the side, bleeding!!

 

King is pissed, “How could that bastard do that, oh no he’s bleeding.”

 

“But King” Pete tries to explain, “This is a hardcore match remember, this is much different than an Olympic match or showing rookies the ropes.”

 

Wildchild drops the chair and looks to cover Hawke, but Zyon trips the “Bahama Bomber” up. Zyon then gets to his feet and dodges a leg lariat from Wildchild. Zyon who is now behind Wildchild grabs him in a waistlock and takes him over with a German suplex and tries for the bridge…

 

ONE…

 

 

 

 

 

TWO…ankle gives out.

 

Zyon’s ankle gives out on the bridge causing Wildchild to have Zyon in a pinning predicament…

 

ONE…shoulder up.

 

The pin was sloppy and not well done at all. Wildchild and Zyon both get to their feet as Zyon makes Wildchild eat forearm and then lifts one half of the Tag champions up and drops him with a fall forward slam that effects Wildchild’s back in ways that pepper spray effects criminals. Zyon then limps over toward a railing that keeps the crowd away from the action and performs a “Half Moon” moonsault on to Wildchild…and stays on for the cover!!!!

 

ONE….

 

“This could do it.” Pete mentions…

 

 

 

TWO!!!!

 

 

 

Shoulder up.

 

Wildchild does not give up though as he gets the shoulder up. Zyon then lifts Wildchild up and pushes him down the stairs that lead them to that portion of the arena. Wildchild keeps his balance for a second, but soon he trips and falls backward rolling down the stairs in a seriously NASTY fashion. Wildchild at the end of the bumpy ride hits the safety barrier back first before falling to the side. Zyon then grabs the barbed wire chair still wrapped around the head of Hawke and chases after Wildchild…

 

Which begs the question, why didn’t he pin Hawke? Rookie.

 

Zyon cautiously descends the stairs and makes it to the end rather quick as he tosses the chair over the safety barrier and goes to lift Wildchild who takes a page out of Zyon’s book by catching him off guard with a European uppercut. Wildchild then leaps forward and tosses the “Unique Youth” over the railing with a “Freefall!!!”

 

Pete marks out, “FREEFALL, over the railing!!!”

 

“I must admit that was pretty cool, but I’m sure that took quite a bit out of Wildchild too.” King makes a good point.

 

Wildchild slowly makes his way over the railing as Zyon is up and staggering toward the other side of the ring. Once Zyon gets to where he wants he turns his bloody face around and waits for Wildchild who runs and leaps off of the steal steps and looks for a hurricarana, but Zyon takes a step back and KILLS Wildchild with a modified spinebuster on to the steel SWF ramp!! Zyon goes for the cover…

 

ONE!!!

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

THRE…break up.

 

“Where did he come from???” Pete wonders aloud.

King backs his earlier claim up, “I told you to respect this man!!”

 

The man that King is talking about…Jay Hawke. The bloody International champ was able to break the pin attempt with a leg drop from the safety barrier. Jay Hawke then lets his inner cruiserweight take over as he leaps back on to the safety barrier and as Zyon gets up flies off with a blockbuster that snaps Zyon’s neck on to the steel. Hawke quickly rises to his feet and looks to now attack Wildchild who is on his feet leaning against the safety barrier. Wildchild though pops up and grabs Hawke by the head and slams him bloody face first into the safety barrier. Wildchild continues his assault by then whipping Hawke into the steel steps back first…

 

SMACK!!!

 

The steel steps echo as Wildchild then lifts Hawke up and rolls him back into the ring. Wildchild then gets on to the ring apron and of course springboards into the air and tries a frog splash on to Hawke…that connects!!!!

 

“OHHHH!”

 

Well he did connect, but it was with the knees. Wildchild rolls off of Hawke’s knees as he clutches his gut. Wildchild rolls back into the turnbuckle and pulls himself up. Hawke charges and eats boot for his trouble. Jay Hawke staggers backward as Wildchild must take to the air again as he pulls himself on to the top rope only for Hawke to charge and crotch Wildchild on to the top rope.

 

“DENIED!!!” King happily states.

 

Hawke then grabs the dented trashcan and places it down where he hopes for Wildchild to land. Hawke climbs up after Wildchild…

 

“YYYYEAAAAHHHHHH!!!

 

Pete says, “Oh no…. not a ladder.”

 

“I guess if Zyon wants to win he needs something from his element!!”

 

Back in the element, indeed.

 

Zyon grabs a ladder from under the ring and sets it up right next to the ring on the side that Hawke and Wildchild is on. Zyon climbs the ladder, noticeable favoring the right ankle as he climbs. Hawke tries to hook Wildchild into a superplex, but before he can Zyon is on the ladder on the outside and is kicking at Hawke with the good leg. Hawke begins to lose his balance as the weak, but effective kicks land on to the body of Hawke. One kick goes high and hits Hawke square in the face letting Wildchild then push Hawke down on to the trashcan back first!!!

 

“YEAAAHHHH!!”

 

The fans cheer as Hawke falls on to the trashcan denting it even more. Zyon now climbs a few rungs so that he is above Wildchild. The fans rise to their feet as the youth is obviously planning something. Zyon then with little to no hesitation leaps off of the gigantic ladder from the outside and on to Wildchild wrapping both legs around the “Human Hurricane’s” head and dropping him with an amazing outside to inside hurricarana!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Oh my gawd…

 

“HOLY SHIT!!!”

 

Chanted loud and chanted proud.

 

Pete is in awe, “That was INCREDIBLE!!!”

 

“I knew it!!” King adds, “The kid simply just doesn’t know any better.”

 

Zyon who has one knee on the mat throws his arms to the side and taunts the fans who’s cheering is on riot levels. The bloody youth rises to his feet and limps toward Wildchild and goes for the cover as Viktor starts the three count…

 

ONE!!!

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREEEEEE….nope!!

 

Before the three count Zyon is pulled off by Jay Hawke who then puts Zyon into an ankle lock and this time with a heel hook!!!

 

“Oh No!!!” Pete exclaims.

 

Zyon buries his bloody face into the canvas as he yells at the heavens. Hawke applies the pressure, which is evident from the veins popping out of his body. Zyon lifts his body off the mat and rolls toward the ropes, but Hawke keeps the hold on as the fans are very into the match…

 

“PLEASE DON’T TAP!!!!”

 

The fans cheer as Zyon is actually able to roll out of the ring…BUT Hawke somehow still has the hold on. Out on the floor Zyon is right in front of his fans who are practically begging him not to tap. Zyon continues to bury his head into the ground as the air in the arena has definitely changed. The place was rocking from the cruiser hardcore spots they were witnessing. Now the place is rocking over what could be a technical finish in a hardcore match.

 

Pete is with the fans, “C’mon you can hold on!”

 

King on the other hand, “What do you mean his ankle must be severely screwed up, he’ll tap.”

 

Zyon once again raises his body from the floor and tries to power out…and he does!! That is for a second until Hawke just reapplies the hold and continues to add the pressure as Zyon raises his hand once again…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

AND AGAIN Wildchild is there for the rescue as he runs against the opposite ropes and launches himself over the ropes that are facing Hawke and Zyon. Wildchild then comes crashing down on to Hawke with a flipping missile dropkick that causes the technician to FINALLY break the hold. Wildchild then lifts Hawke up and walks him toward the announcers table…

 

Pete is scared for his life, “Ugh…King what do we do???”

 

“We stand our ground…see ya!!!” Suicide King ironically values his life as he quickly leaves the table, as does Pete, but their mics are still attached.

 

Wildchild smashes Hawke’s face into the steel post, which allows Wildchild to clean the table of monitors and other stuff. Wildchild then attempts to place Hawke on to the table, but the “Dean” fights back with a jab to the rib and then a knee to the back of Wildchild, which leaves the “Bahama Bomber” open as Hawke goes for the “WING SPAN!!!” The deadly submission though is quickly countered as Wildchild backs Hawke into the steel post causing his grip to form into nothing. Wildchild then tosses Hawke on to the table as on the other side of the ring Zyon is now visibly on his feet…well at least on one of them.

 

“What is Wildchild planning???” King is now the one wondering what is going on.

 

Pete answers, “Well whatever it is, it can’t be any good for Hawke or our table.”

 

Wildchild gets on to the table with Hawke and then kicks him in the gut and hooks him and FINISHES HIM with the devastating “WILD DRIVVVVAAAA” through a TABLE!!!

 

“Holy…”

 

Yeah you know what they’re chanting. It’s about that time where the announcers MARK DA FUCK OUT!!!

 

“OH MY GAWD, HAWKE IS DEAD!!!” Pete announces.

 

“OUR TABLE…HAWKE….OH MAN!” King lets out some words.

 

Wildchild takes a breath and rolls Hawke over on to his back and goes for what HAS to be the three count…

 

ONE!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THRRRREEEEEE…could it be?

 

Match NOT over.

 

“Zyon is able to break up the pin.” Pete says trying to catch his breath.

 

“Our table…” King mutters.

 

The bloody “Unique Youth” and the “Human Hurricane” start to brawl with Wildchild getting the advantage after a kick to Zyon’s could be busted ankle. Wildchild then backs Zyon into where the steel steps are and hooks the Hardcore champ into a front facelock and then lifts him up into a suplex, but Zyon counters as he flips out and lands on to the steel steps feet first. Zyon then clubs Wildchild’s hurt back and hooks him into a front face lock and launches himself off the steel steps and looks to drop Wildchild with a modified tornado “Bring Me Down” DDT, but Wildchild swings the body of Zyon around and positions him on to the ring apron. The athletic Wildchild then leaps into the air and kicks Zyon right square in the face!!!

 

“Gamengiri, King!!!” Pete announces the signature move.

 

“Yes Pete I know,” King continues, “And yes I know is almost DECAPITATES HIM!!”

 

Yes it seems King is over the announce table now, but you must love the Longdogger impression. After the “gamengiri” Zyon falls on to the apron and rolls back into the ring, which gives Wildchild the moment he needs to pin Jay Hawke…who is nowhere to be found!

 

That is until he is found on the other side of the ring pulling out a table…

 

“Has Jay Hawke lost his mind?” Pete asks.

 

“Of course not,” King adds “He is simply adapting to the match that he is in, and you know what I hope he beats these spot monkeys at their own game.”

 

Hawke slips the table into the ring as he and Wildchild both enter it. The SWF ring is stained with blood and all sorts of weapons as Wildchild rushes Hawke and goes for a left forearm that Hawke counters into an arm bar attempt…which Wildchild COUNTERS with the “Caribbean CUTTAAA!!!” Wildchild rolls on top of Jay Hawke as Viktor does his job…

 

ONE!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!!…shoulder up.

 

Wildchild honestly though he had it there as he just shakes his head. While this happens Zyon limps over to the table and sets it up in the corner hoping for someone not named “Zyon” to go through it. Zyon turns around and comes face to face with the “Human Hurricane” who kicks Zyon in the gut and then runs to the opposite ropes and leaps into the air taking his opponent down with a furious “Whiplash!!”

 

“That could do it right there…right there King!!” Pete screams…

 

“I know, I know.” King answers.

 

Wildchild though opts to not go for the cover as he goes to climb the top rope, but not before clutching his back. Wildchild though toughs it out and ascends the turnbuckle and looks to fly on to Zyon, but before he leaps he notices Jay Hawke who stumbles toward the perched “Bahama Bomber.” Wildchild leaps off the ropes and onto Hawke with what looked like a double ax handle, but Hawke slips through the ax and locks Wildchild into a belly-to-belly performs the throwing style of the move as Hawke sends Wildchild into and through the FRICKEN TABLE…OUCH!!!

 

“OHHH…Shit!!!”

 

The fans cheer in their language Wildchild just got broken through the table back first. Hawke staggers back to his feet and stares at his handy work before turning…”SNAP!!!!”

 

“SNAPPPPP!!!” Pete exclaims.

 

“Pete would you please calm down, Jesus.”

 

“Look at the ring,” Pete continues, “Jesus has nothing to do with this carnage.”

 

Hawk is down on the mat clutching his chest as Zyon gets to his feet and sets the ladder he had earlier up inside the ring! The fans rise to their feet as Zyon ascends the ladder and literally after every rung he clutches his ankle. The “Unique Youth” though continues to climb and stops about three rungs away from the top.

 

“What is he up? Pete questions…AGAIN!

 

King though has the answer, “Let me put it to you this way, I’m getting some serious flashbacks from 13th Hour.”

 

Zyon grabs his ankle, but soon the pain goes away as every single person in the stadium is on their feet. Zyon can’t help but admire the view as he grabs the top of the ladder with his hands and after a few small bounds slingshots himself over the ladder and looks for the LEG DROP OF ALL IMPOSING DOOM!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It misses…

 

“Oh no…” Pete mutters.

 

“Oh YES!” King sure isn’t shy.

 

Zyon is motionless on the mat after going for it all as Hawke crawls over to Zyon and slowly starts locking Zyon up…”WING MOTHER OF GOD SPAN!!!”

 

“No…look King he isn’t even fighting back.” Pete sounds saddened.

 

“It’s because he can’t.” King says with a grin.

 

Viktor lowers and listens for Zyon to mutter words that associate with giving up…

 

AND AGAIN!!!

 

Wildchild gets to his feet and staggers over to Hawke as quickly as possible and kicks the “Dean” until he releases the hold. Hawke soon lets go as Wildchild lifts Jay Hawke up and begins to LOCK HAWKE up with what looks to be the “WILD RIDE!~~~”

 

“YEAHHHH!!!”

 

The fans cheer as Wildchild has Hawke up, but can’t deliver the move since his back is too weak and Hawke is able to counter as he floats over into an amazing bulldog counter. Wildchild’s back just couldn’t sustain the weight it was holding. Hawke gets to his feet and makes arm motions that say, “It’s over!” Hawke then goes to the top rope and faces toward the crowd readying the deadly “Hawke Swoop.”

 

“Hawke turn around!!!” King screams?

 

We soon find out why as Zyon with ladder in hands is on his feet and he simply tosses the ladder into the back of Hawke who then tumbles over the ropes and to the ground smacking apron and steel steps on his way down!!! The fans cheer and chant as the two fan favorites are left in the ring. Zyon goes over to Wildchild and lifts him to his feet and kicks the “Bahama Bomber” in the gut and goes for the “Final Hour” but Wildchild counters by pulling himself up and European uppercutting his opponent back into the turnbuckle. Wildchild then grabs the Kendo stick and…

 

CRACK!!!

 

Yes that is an action. The Kendo stick snaps on impact as Zyon’s head floats backward. Wildchild then grabs his opponent and places him on the top rope and goes to climb up after the Hardcore champion. Wildchild then puts Zyon head into a head scissor as he faces toward the ring and looks out into the crowd as it hits everyone…. including shilling Pete!

 

“SUPER WILD DRIVER!!!” Pete exclaims.

 

Wildchild goes for the double underhook portion, but then Zyon pulls a…well Wildchild and pulls himself out and then brings the LEGALIZED CHEATING with a low blow to Wildchild. Zyon then weakly pushes Wildchild off on to the ladder below causing the “Human Hurricane” to land face first on to the ladder. Zyon then perches himself on to the top rope as the fans rise to their feet. Zyon lets his hurt ankle hang off the ropes purposely…

 

ONE LEGGED FINAL FLASH…OMG!!!!

 

Zyon hits the finisher on to the back of Wildchild who just had all the air driven out from him and more injury to his back. Zyon then flips the wild one over and goes for the cover…

 

ONE!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Could he…” Pete stops.

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!!

 

 

Jay Hawke rolls back into the ring…

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREE!!!!!!!!!!!

 

But he is a second too late!!!!

 

Funyon doesn’t dare enter the ring, “And your winner, ZYON!!!”

 

The fans rise to their feet and applaud as they should as the three competitors gave it their all.

 

“Classic…” Pete mutters.

 

King doesn’t dare argue.

 

The camera pans on to the ring covered in blood, sweat, weapons, did I say blood?

 

“Well what a night, for Suicide King, I’m Longdogger Pete thanks for tuning in…fucking amazing.”

 

You get one last look at the carnage…

 

Fade To Black

[Ace309 0]

You know, Zyon, I like your writing, and I like your psychology. I'm not saying that changing this would have won you the match, but sometimes your sentences seem to railroad a little, which you could mitigate by stopping to read them out loud every few paragraphs or so. For example...

 

The first blow goes to Jay Hawke who levels Zyon with a right hand who comes back with a right forearm. Wildchild then inserts himself into the brawl by running up from behind Zyon and taking him down with an elbow smash. With Wildchild turned away Jay Hawke then quickly rolls his opponent up looking for what some would deem as a cheap win…

 

“He’s going for a cheap win.” Pete says.

 

See.

might read a little more naturally if it's rewritten.

 

The first blow goes to Jay Hawke, who levels Zyon with a right hand! Zyon bounces back with a right forearm, but Wildchild inserts himself into the brawl by running up from behind and taking him down with an elbow smash. With Wildchild turned away, Jay Hawke quickly rolls his opponent up, looking for what some would deem as a cheap win!

 

“He’s going for a cheap win,” Pete says.

 

See?

I'm not saying the rewrite is grammatically perfect by any means, but it reads a little more easily. As a marker, when I'm reading, I want the reading to be fun, and for it to be fun, it most likely has to be easy. (The exception is when you have someone like old-school Thoth, who tries to be a little more poetic, but that's another story entirely.) Polishing up the writing a little can only help you.

 

Hope this is useful for you.

[zyon 0]

Yeah I've came to an understanding that I have a run on sentence problem. I find it harder to find these run ons when writing wrestling matches as opposed to other creative writing. But yeah I've always had a little problem on where to insert commas and semi colons and such. English classes at my school aren't big on grammar marks like commas and such. Its my fault thugh cause when I write a match and go back a re read I usually focus on spelling mistakes, spacing, and rather or not the sentence makes sense as opposed to rather or not it keeps going and going.

 

I'll just have to read my matches more carefully and hope I don't start adding a comma after every other word now.

 

Oh and I know that when reading my match on the boards that some of the spacing between the action and commentating is wrong. I guess that happens when I transer my matches from word to the boards, so just ignore that mistake.

[Mr. S£im Citrus 0]

Does your version of Word have a spell/grammar check? I know that helped alleviate a lot of my run-on problems.

[Toxxic 0]

The trouble with grammar checks is that they tend to only be useful for highlighting errors you might have missed - if you don't know grammar in the first place, they can be as confusing as helpful.

[JHawk 0]

I only have one complaint with your match, Zyon, and it's not really about the match itself.

 

I noticed you had Jay Hawke go for the Hawke Swoop. That's a move that I have asked to only be used in title matches when the Wing Span hasn't done its job.

 

I have only written that spot into a match once in over months, and that match lost, so technically it's never been used and thus should be a really huge deal. In this case, while you put it over as a deadly move, it was also treated like something that's been done on a fairly regular basis, which isn't the case.

 

Overall though, outside of the run-on sentence problem (which I'm guilty of on occasion as well), I really liked the match and think you're well on your way to being a major player here.

[zyon 0]

Yeah my word pretty much only highlights spelling mistakes and sometimes grammar mistakes, but most of the time it won't really give a way how to fix it. Don't get me wrong I know how to use word and for that matter I know how to use grammar and stuff relatively decent, not like I don't have a clue or something. Like I said my run on problem is a little bit cause of my not total understanding of grmmar (Commas, and stuff) but I may just not pay attention to the fact that I am indeed writing run on sentences. I think about a spot and I write it and sometimes I'll just type and type, still conscious enough to know to add in periods and some commas, but admittingly sometimes I'll miss things because of my style I guess.

 

Oh and Hawk yeah I guess I overlooked the rareness of the Hawk Swoop cause of the style I talked about above. And since my match loss, technically it still hasn't been used.

[Toxxic 0]

Zyon actually kinda reminds me of me. Maybe how Toxxic would have turned out if he'd been a little less uptight and remained face.

 

Yeah, and the fact that he has three-dozen named moves probably doesn't hurt the resemblance