Losing Matches

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Denmark, the wonderful country that’s given the world such treasures as....Briggite Nielsen? Anyway, the fans have been great tonight so I guess we can forgive them. The SWF doesn’t reach the frigid north very often, prompting wrestling fans throughout the region to migrate to the Parken Stadium in hopes of bearing witness to the historic event. It may be years or perhaps generations before the fans will have a chance to see their favorite SWF superstars in person again. There wasn’t enough seats for everyone and it evidently took a little too long for the ticket masters to figure that out. Without a place to rest their bum, hordes of fans crowd staircases and walkways. Luckily for the fans, it’s summer and the weather has been amazingly mild, perfect conditions for an outdoor sporting event. This time of year, the days can be rather long so tonight’s Main Event will have to settle for a beautiful twilight sky as opposed to a starlight night. The atmosphere is astounding, something big is going to happen. It’s been a long time since a match had this kind of buzz going into it, in fact there might not have ever been a non-title t.v. match that felt this important. In a few moments, two of the companies most beloved and globally recognized figures will be meeting in the squared circle, two men that everybody wants to win and nobody wants to see lose.

 

“Ladies and Gentlemen, it is time for the Main Event of the evening!”

 

The applause is deafening, the wait is over. Soon, the “Jester’s Dance” is gently bouncing around the arena, transforming the Danish fans into screaming lunatics.

 

“Introducing first, weighing in at a solid 265 pounds, hailing from Louisville, Kentucky...DANNY WILLIAMS!!!!”

 

As soon as Williams pops his head out of the locker room the Parken Stadium transforms into a literal mad house! The Danish fans can’t believe it’s actually him, the heroic, seemingly invincible super athlete personified in a 5'11" frame of bulging muscle. Hell, most of the Danish fans are actually taller than him and yet he still has a magical aura about him, whatever “it” is, he has it. Suddenly, Williams comes jogging down the long aisle with child like glee, he’s been dreaming about this match for years and now that it’s almost here, he can barely contain himself. Sliding into the ring, Williams anxiously warms up with youthful energy.

 

King: Wow, he sure looks happy tonight. Do you think he actually buys the “Greatest 3-Time Champion” tag line Flesher is using to sell this thing?

 

Pete: I imagine he’s excited about facing Magnifico. When Williams defeated him all those years ago, Mags had yet to peak and capture the World Title from the now mythical Edwin Macphisto. I’m sure Mag’s shocking surge left Williams confused, leaving him to wander if he could still defeat him.

 

King: Well, he won’t be facing a legend tonight. Just a broken down luchadore who lost his wings.

 

In Flames quietly fades away, when suddenly a Mexican voice shouts!

 

“UNO! DES! TRES! CUATRO!”

 

The fans “oh” and “ah” as eye catching pyro rockets out of the turnbuckles, drawing a huge smile from Williams.

 

“And his opponent, weighing in at 210 pounds, hailing from Mexico City......EL LUCHADORE MAGNIFICO!”

 

The lively sounds of “Mission to Mexico” consume the arena. The fans can’t help but smile as the loveable energetic luchadore makes his grand appearance. However, he isn’t his joyful self tonight. Instead of playfully waving the flag of his homeland, he’s stiffly holding it at his side like a flag bearer in the military. You can literally see the determination in every step he takes, Magnifico is taking this match very seriously. He cannot afford to suffer another disappointing defeat, he came here to win. Williams may be the strongest man he’s faced since coming back but this is the most desperate the luchadore has ever been, and a man is at his most dangerous when he’s desperate.

 

Pete: In all honesty, it’s true that Magnifico hasn’t had much luck since his return.

 

King: That’s because the guy’s a burn out. Never an Einstein, Magnifico has always depended on risk taking to defeat overwhelming opponents. Risks his older, heavier body won’t let him take anymore.

 

Pete: I’m not so sure about that, King. Magnifico has been down on himself and I think he’s capable of a lot more than he thinks he is.

 

Both men are in the ring and the capacity crowd is getting anxious. Even though he doesn’t plan on holding back, Williams wants to keep it clean and respectful, he’s honored to be in the ring with Magnifico and has no desire to get in a hate filled blood bath with him. Boldly marching up to Magnifico, Williams extends his hand. Magnifico may want to win more than anything but he also wants to keep it clean so he humbly accepts and the two shake on it. While the crowd vents their approval, Soapdish orders the men to their corners. The tension is unbearable, like a ticking time bomb, the fans wait to explode.

 

Ding! Ding! Ding!

 

The opening bell has the crowd in a frenzy, their long wait is over. Going right after each other, Williams and Magnifico come together in a collar elbow tie up!

 

Blam!

 

A sudden Urange Suplex sends Williams head first into the canvas! The shocking high impact suplex has the already nuked crowd roaring like mad!

 

Pete: Rio Grande Slam from the grapple! I think were gonna see a very aggressive Magnifico tonight. Perhaps, his new Suplex style can defeat Williams.

 

King: Magnifico just caught him off guard, trust me, his new ground based style isn’t gonna work against a guy as big and strong as Williams. If it did, I would have used more leverage Suplexes against big ugly lugs like you.

 

Holding the back of his aching head, a slightly stunned Williams rolls to the ropes in a hurry but Magnifico is quick to drag him back. Guiding Williams to his feet, the luchadore hastily positions his vulnerable victim for a Vertical Suplex!

 

Pete: Magnifico, looking to capitalize off the early Suplex with a Brainbuster!

 

Snaring Williams by the tights, Magnifico puts his back into it! Coming to his senses, Williams sandbags immediately, making it nearly impossible for the little luchadore to get him in the air. Magnifico tugs and pulls but Williams isn’t going anywhere. Admitting defeat, Magnifico ducks behind Williams and grabs a waistlock. If he can’t power him up vertically, perhaps he can hit him with a more leverage based German! Not wasting anytime, Magnifico pops out his hips for the bridge! However, Williams is still cemented to the spot. Almost comically, Magnifico strains and grunts until he’s purple faced but the German continues to elude him. Now completely clear headed, Williams calmly stands tall with a disinterested look on his face. Growing bored with Mags’ antics, Williams pops him in the temple with a modestly thrown back elbow! It may be soft by Williams’ standards but it’s still enough to break up the waistlock. Ducking behind Mags, the more powerful Williams easily executes a German off his own! Mags is sent hurling through time and space, traveling the distance of the ring before crash landing on his noggin!

 

Crunch!

 

The capacity crowd cringes at the sickening sight while Williams sits up one knee, coldly surveying the results, making sure that Mags landed just as he did, right on the back of his dome. Nearly knocked out, Mags sluggishly rolls to the outside, buying himself some recovery time.

 

King: I told you it wouldn’t work, your not gonna out Suplex a bigger man. You can out run them, you can out think them, but you can’t match power with em.

 

Pete: Indeed. Without the element of surprise, Magnifico has no chance of beating Williams on the ground.

 

Feeling that he’s proved his point, Williams doesn’t see any need in pushing the attack. He remains in the ring, impatiently pacing around, waiting for Mags to recover on the floor. It’s been a long time since Mags has been dropped on his head and no training in the world can prepare your body for such a shock. Going on instinct alone, Mags pitifully crawls up on the ring apron, beating the count with several seconds to spare. Not moving until Soapdish gives him the clear, Williams reaches over the ropes and scoops Mags up like a baby. Lifting him over the ropes, Williams jogs a few feet and brings the luchadore down, slamming him into the hard canvas with a crushing Powerslam!

 

 

One!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Two!

 

 

No! Too early to be put away so easily, Magnifico escapes with a strong kick out! Not expecting to put Magnifico away this early, Williams goes right back to work. Mags is in need of wearing down and Williams has a good idea on how to go about doing it. Sitting Magnifico up, Williams clamps his monstrous arms around his tiny head, crushing it with a Step Over Facelock! The bone crunching pain sends Magnifico into disturbingly horrific seizures, prompting Soapdish to immediately pop the question!

 

Pete: It looks like this match could already be over, Magnifico fail prey to the Repeat to Fade last week, will he submit to the Step Over Facelock tonight?

 

King: The sad thing is this hold is so easy to escape it’s not even funny. Unlike the Repeat to Fade, your arm is free, leaving the attacker open for the always reliable thumb to the eye counter.

 

Even though he can feel his brain being crushed between the walls of his skull, Magnifico refuses to give up. He may have let his fans and himself down last week but Magnifico will be damned if he’s gonna do it again. The brave little luchadore begins to inch his way towards the ropes, his only chance for salvation. Not letting his victory crawl away, Williams increases the pressure on Magnifico’s skull, squeezing so hard that the veins in his thick arms pulsate to the bursting point. Magnifico screams in anguish but he never submits. It’s almost sickening to watch, inspiring sympathy in the stunned onlookers, who have now made it their mission to get him out of this horrendous position. Doing the only they can, the Danish fans start a thunderous chant, which will hopefully give the helpless Magnifico the encouragement he needs to fight through the pain and make the ropes.

 

“MAG-NIF-ICO!” “MAG-NIF-ICO!” “MAG-NIF-ICO!”

 

Not only is Magnifico fighting for his countrymen, he has the weight of an international audience on his shoulders now, thousands of people who have rallied behind him not because they share the same nationality but because he’s won their respect from years of quietly fighting his heart out. Such a burden can’t be tossed aside over a little suffering, he has to make the ropes. It won’t be easy, as it turns out not only is his brain being crushed but it’s also being depraved of precious blood, draining Mags of energy. More concentrated on staying awake than fighting the numbing pain in his head and face, Magnifico makes himself as horizontal possible, stretching his legs towards the ropes. He’s still a few inches short! Racing against unconsciousness, Mags kicks and slithers, dragging himself closer and closer to salvation. The super hot crowd erupts with delight, perhaps all is not lost for the luchadore. He’s almost there, all he has to do is extend his leg over the rope! When suddenly, Williams releases the facelock and snapmares the drowsy Magnifico into the center of the ring! Knowing that every second he’s out of the hold, is a second of recovery, Williams hastily reapplies the hold, breaking the hearts of the fans and Magnifico alike.

 

Pete: Magnifico gave it a go but it looks like all is lost!

 

King: I don’t understand wrestlers today, I never submitted in my prime.

 

Pete: Probably because you gouged out their eyes when they put you in a submission hold.

The devastated crowd quiets down considerably as a ferocious Williams finishes what he started, squeezing the life out of Magnifico, who is rapidly growing limp. Williams growls and snarls, struggling to keep the maximum amount of pressure applied for such a long period of time. But even as blackness of oblivion threatens to consume him, Magnfico refuses to submit with so much pride on the line, there’s no way he’s losing two straight by his own hand. Staying with Mags the whole time, Soapdish sounds like a broken record as he repeatedly asks the screaming luchadore if he wants to call it a night. Refusing to accept Soapdish’s offer, the now unable to speak Magnifico waves a weary finger in defiance. The heroic moment doesn’t last long as his wrist turns to rubber and his arm drops lifelessly to the canvas. Fearing the worst, Soapdish inspects the limp limb, picking it up and letting it go. Sure enough, the arm drops to the mat with a flop.

 

Pete: MAG’S OUT!

 

Upon this revelation, Williams un-clamps his mighty arms from Mag’s obliterated skull, letting the luchadore’s carcass gruesomely slide to the canvas. You can hear a pin drop as the heart broken crowd quietly watch Williams blanket Magnifico’s lifeless body for the cover.

 

 

 

One!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Two!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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THRE-NO!

 

 

 

 

Almost like a death twitch, Magnifico’s shoulder spasms off the canvas! The Parken Stadium that was once a tomb now sounds like a wild rock concert, it’s anarchy in the stands. They were so sure that the heroic luchadore had perished but with this kick out there’s a faint hint of hope in the dire situation.

 

“MAG-NIF-ICO! MAG-NIF-ICO! MAG-NIF-ICO!”

 

Pouring sweat, Williams sits up with an amazed look on his face. Ironically, he now finds himself in the same position as his last few opponents. Deciding it’s time to end the match before he risks burning himself out, Williams winds up his arm like a baseball pitcher, letting everyone know he’s taking this one home. Having seen most of Williams’ return matches on t.v., the fans come to their feet with a combination of curiosity and fear. It will be incredible to see the deadly new strike in person but it’s a shame they have to see Mags get murdered with it.

 

Pete: Williams, looking to put Mags away with the AXE BOMBER!

 

Upon letting Magnifico somberly reach a vertical base, Williams hits the ropes and takes off! Taking aim, Williams swings with all his might!

 

Swoooooooooooooooooosh!

 

 

Ducking beneath the meaty vein covered ballbat, Magnifico hooks Williams around his body in a Urange!

 

Pete: NO, RIO GRAND SLAM!

 

But Williams doesn’t go anywhere, he doesn’t even flinch! Magnifico trembles with strain but to his horror, Williams doesn’t budge an inch. All Williams can do is shake his head as if to say,”You got me by surprise before but your not gonna get me up this time.” Easily prying Mag’s arm from around his neck, Williams casually flips the junior weight to the canvas with an armdrag.

 

King: What a moron, he should know by now that his new suplex style is worthless against Williams.

 

Pete: Your right, King. I know Magnifico’s best days are behind him but he’s gonna have to fly as much as possible if wants to pull this one off.

 

Staring down at Magnifico with disappoinment, Williams once again winds up his arm. If that’s the best he can do, there’s no point in keeping him around any longer. Still light headed, Mags meekly rises to his feet when Williams comes bulldozing at him like a semi-truck from hell!

 

Pete: AXE BOMBAAAAAAAAAA....

 

Pete cuts himself off as Magnifico leaps onto his charging attacker’s shoulders, flipping him across the ring with a sudden Hurricanrana! Having got such a strong running start, Williams skips across the canvas like a stone on the surface of a pond. Knowing that Williams won’t be down long, Mags pushes himself up. Even though he can’t feel his face and he’s discombobulated as hell, Magnifico has to act now. Sprinting at the rising Williams, Mags grabs him around the head and leaps into the air! Swinging completely around, the agile luchadore plants Danny’s head into the canvas with a vicious yet beautiful Tornado DDT! Balanced on the top of his head, Williams points at the sky like a gruesome human flag pole for several seconds before gravity takes hold and pulls him to the canvas. Both men are down and the crowd is ecstatic!

 

Pete: With some vintage high flying moves, Magnifico appears to have changed the momentum of this match up.

 

King: I’m amazed, Magnifico realized his initial approach wasn’t working and adjusted. I didn’t think he was capable of primitive logic these days.

 

Having bought himself some time, Magnifico rests on the canvas before springing to his feet. The effects of the facelock are finally starting to wear off and he’s feeling good. Amazed by the success he’s had with the high flying, Magnifico decides to stick with it, but is his post-retirement 200 plus pound frame fast enough to make it work? Hustling out to the ring apron, Mags ascends the turnbuckles as quick as he possibly can but by the time he can reach the top rope, Williams is already up! If only I was a few years younger thinks Magnifico as Williams closes in on him, no matter he at least reached his planned destination on time. Unable to reach the perched luchadore, Williams foolishly climbs up after him. Flipping from his nest, Magnifico grabs Williams by his legs and pulls him down!

 

KA-BOOM!!!

 

The impact of the Sunsetflip Powerbomb can be felt in the cheap seats!

 

Pete: TEQUILA SUNRISE!!!

 

King: Even Mags can outsmart Williams.

 

Before Soapdish can start the count, Williams awkwardly rolls to his feet. Glassy eyed and delirious, Williams uncontrollably stumbles backwards, falling through the ropes and tumbling to the floor. Williams is in serious trouble and the Danish fans couldn’t be happier for Mags. Pumped up by the rabid crowd, Magnifico bounces up and down with joy. Finally, things are looking his way and maybe just maybe he’s not as washed up as he thought he was. Starting to stir, Williams uses the guardrail to pull himself up, prompting Mags to step out on the ring apron.

 

Pete: What’s this?

 

King: It looks like Mags is getting daring.

 

Two years ago, the Asai Moonsault would be money in the bank but that was a long time ago. However, Magnifico is feeling good, it’s as if he’s a rookie again, anything is possible. Facing away from the crowd, Magnifico takes position on the ring apron, arousing the curiosity of the fans. Looking over his shoulder to make sure Williams is where he wants him, Magnifico leaps onto the second rope, and springs back! Performing a jaw dropping back flip , Magnifico slams into Williams, pancaking him into the guardrail! Normally he would land on his feet like a cat but the rusty Magnifico ends up taking a nasty spill into the laps of the startled front roll fans! Jumping out of their chairs, the rest of the audience feverishly applaud, not just because of how impressively executed the acrobatic dive was but because it’s something they thought they’d never see Mags do again.

 

Pete: Oh my! Beautiful Asai Moonsault from Magnifico! Even I didn’t think he had it in him anymore.

 

King: Yeah but it looks like the aging Magnifico hurt himself as well. That’s why I never did that stupid gymnastic stuff, not much of a future in it.

 

Sure enough, the stunning move is not without consequence, now at the age of 28, Mag can fill the impact of back flipping onto someone much more clearly than when he was a young man. He remains laid out beyond the crowd barrier, hurt and shook up. With both men outside and down, Soapdish has no choice but to start the count.

 

Pete: You couldn’t fly if you wanted to?

 

King: You couldn’t either you big lug.

 

Pete: At least I have a good excuse, you wrestled most of your career as a cruiserweight and Janus had a better top rope splash.

 

King: But the two of you combined don’t have enough brains to light a Christmas bulb.

 

As Soapdish gets half way through his “ten count”, the fans start to get a little nervous, the match can’t end like this can it? Temporarily paralyzed from having his back bent over the guardrail, Williams can only crawl up the ring apron, beating the count with a few seconds to spare. Holding his aching ribs, Magnifico rises to his feet, wounded but obviously in much better shape than Williams. Climbing over the guardrail, Magnifico slides into the ring, stalking Williams, who by now is pulling himself up in a corner. His goal was to make it to his feet before Magnifico could catch up with him, he’s a little late. Helping Williams the rest of the way up, Magnifico strenuously hoists him off his feet, sitting his prey on the top turnbuckle. Even though it caused him a little grief, executing the Asai Moonsault has got Magnifico feeling like he can do anything. So without further hesitation, Magnifico waves his finger in the air, calling the “Fall of the Aztecs!”

 

Pete: He’s going for the Super Hurricanrana!

 

King: He’s going for a broken neck.

 

Wandering if Magnificio can still execute the difficult move, the fans curiously come to their feet as one. Ascending to the second rope, Magnifico takes a couple of deep breaths. It’s been a while since he’s tried this in an actual match and the slightest mistake could indeed paralyze him. Than again, it’s been a magical night for Magnifico, if he was ever gonna try it again now would be the perfect opportunity to risk it. Throwing caution to the win, Mags jumps on Williams’ shoulders, hooks him around the head and boldly hurls himself backwards! With his head just barely gracing the mat, Magnifico successfully rotates the full 360 degrees, flipping Williams from his top rope! The shock resistant ring shakes to it’s foundation as Williams splatters across it’s canvas with thunderous force! On his knees, Magnifico happily raises his arms in the air while the fans shower him with cheers of appreciation!

 

Pete: He did it, Magnifico can still fly!

 

King: Magnifico needs to quit posing and go for the cover!

 

Williams is laid out flat on his back but Magnifico has other plans, in his mind he’s just one move away from ending the match. And that one move isn’t the The Baja California Crusher or La Dia De Los Muertos, he won’t need those land loving moves tonight. No longer feeling bound by the laws of gravity, Magnifico climbs to the outside and scales the turnbuckles. The crowd is going crazy, they know what Magnifico has in mind. Will the fans be treated to the dazzling move that they thought only existed on video tape, a move that they never thought they’d have the chance to see in person? All eyes are on Magnifico as he balances himself on the top rope, the doubt that plagued him during the Fall of the Aztecs is all but a memory now. He knows he can do it, so the only question left to ask is,” Will Williams stay down and let him do it?” There’s only one way to find out. Taking careful aim, Magnifico leaps off the top rope as if it were diving board, performing a jaw dropping backflip! Spinning himself around in the nick of time, Magnifico splashes Williams with what is still the best Shooting Star Press in the business!

 

Pete: MEXICAN STAR PRESS!!!!!!!!!

 

 

It’s pandemonium in the stands, not only did they bear witness to one of company’s most defining images but they are also excited at the possibility of seeing the beloved Magnifico get his first major win since his return match, eliminating all doubt his past few matches may have created. Surrounded by screaming fans, Magnifico grins from ear to ear as Soapdish starts the count. At last, he can truly say that he’s back. Like most fans on the tour, they’ve watched enough SWF on t.v. to know how to count in English so without hesitation they joyously count along with the ref.

 

 

 

“One!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Two!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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“THREE...”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” sighs the fans as Williams just barely kicks out, bringing the count to a grinding halt! Magnifico can’t believe it and neither can the fans. Perhaps if he hooked the leg it would make a difference? Securing one of his heavy legs, Magnifico covers Williams for another pin attempt.

 

 

 

 

“One!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Two!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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“THR-NO!”

 

 

 

 

Again, Williams kicks out and the reality of the situation sets in. It’s not because of a mistake that Magnifico can’t pin Williams, he can’t keep him down because he’s simply not hurt enough. The most treasured finisher from his past isn’t strong enough to defeat his powerful opponent. Heart broken, Magnifico rolls on his back and buries his face in his hands. The fans do feel for Magnifico’s short coming but they are also very much impressed by Williams’ fighting spirit. The legendary luchadore has leveled him with all of his classic moves and yet Williams has heroically refused to stay down. It’s not long before the now universal chant envelops the arena.

 

“DAN-E! DAN-E! DAN-E!”

 

Magnifico may have lost the crowd but the match is still fair game. Sitting up on his knee, Magnifico ponders the situation which may not be as helpless as he originally thought. It wouldn’t be wise to risk the Mexican Star Press again but there is another option, the move that earned him his only true victory since his return. Guiding the wincing Williams to a vertical base, Magnifico spins him around and hooks his arms, trapping him in the dreaded backslide set up.

 

Pete: He’s looking for the The Baja California Crusher!

 

King: Not that goof ball move again.

 

It may not be as legendary as the Mexican Star Press but it’s still a beautiful move that only Magnifico can do, prompting the fans to once again rise in anticipation. With Williams’ secured, Magnifico takes a step for the corner! But Williams won’t budge! Shaking his head, Williams makes his intentions clear, he’s not going anywhere. The crowd roars as Williams drops to his knees and dips forward, using his superior size to pin Magnifico’s shoulders to the canvas.

 

 

“ONE!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“TWO!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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“THREE!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Oooooh!”, gasps the vocal crowd as Magnifico wiggles himself free at the last moment.

 

Pete: Close call!

 

King: Never hook up a bigger guy for a Backslide! That’s why I used a Half Nelson to set up my finisher.

 

Still a little winded from being Splashed, Williams sits up on his knees, sucking air. Rolling to his feet in a hurry, Magnifico realizes that Danny is getting his breath back, something he can’t allow to happen. In hopes of keeping Williams stunned, Magnifico paint brushes his chest with a hard knife edge chop! Big mistake. Snapping back to reality like some great sleeping beast, Williams angrily shoots his head up at attention. Magnifico responds with a harder chop! Smack! But it bounces off Williams’ thick pectorals, probably hurting his hand more than anything. The sonic bombardment of the crowd reaches ear shattering proportions as Williams rises to his feet, threatening to snatch control of the match back.

 

Pete: Uh oh, the effects of Mangifico’s high flying offense are starting to wear off and those chops aren’t enough to keep Williams in peril.

 

King: Go to the eyes! Go to the eyes!

 

To honest to follow King’s advice, Magnifico tries his luck with one more chop. He puts everything he has into it but Williams is impervious. Chopping Williams may be the equivalent of trying to knock down a brick wall with a beach ball but Magnifico isn’t discouraged, he’s overcame the odds his entire career. Refusing to back down from the challenge, Magnifico absolutely tears into Williams with everything he has, blistering his chest with a furious barrage of chops! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! But when the dust settles, Williams is still standing tall! SMACK! A powerful revenge chop sends Magnifico to the canvas! Knocked silly, Magnifico foolishly wanders to his feet! CRACK! An “out of nowhere” Rolling Elbow connects! Mags is down and the crowd is going ballistic. Sure they wanted to see Mags pull off the big win but they love Williams too, and it’s good to see him in a position to win.

 

King: Stupid, stupid, stupid. I don’t care how determined you are, you can’t win a strike exchange with someone that’s bigger and stronger than you.

 

Pete: Well, what would you have done?

 

King: I would have begged off and lured Williams into a corner. Once Soapdish turned his head, I’d kick that neanderthal in the balls and toss him to the outside. Next, I’d crouch him on the guardrail and....

 

Pete: Sorry, I asked.

 

Not as invincible as he seems, Williams rubs his bruised chest, those pesky chops may not have had enough starch to put him down but they sure hurt like hell. Refusing to stay down, Magnifico staggers back to his feet with determination. Crack! A Running Elbow sends the teetering Mags back to the canvas from whence he came! Williams relaxes his guard when Mags comes swaggering to his feet again, regardless of what his body wants him to do, he’s not staying down! Crack! A spinning reverse elbow leaves Mags reeling! Crack! An elbow smash to the jaw finishes the job! Mags crumbles but instead of going to sleep, he crawls around, pitifully using the ropes to pull himself up right. CRACK! A second Rolling Elbow connects! Mags goes down and to Williams’ relief, he stays that way. Though they are pleased to see Williams make his comeback, Mags’ incredible never say die attitude has got the fans behind him once more.

 

Pete: Mags cannot accept defeat, not after coming so close to pulling off the elusive victory.

 

King: If he’s so desperate, he should cheat instead of committing suicide.

 

Williams remembers Mags being a tough guy but this is crazy, back than it only took one Rolling Elbow to lay him out for the three, tonight it took three times that just to keep him down. Staring down at Mags with disbelief, Williams contemplates the best method of putting him down. Linking his hands over his head, Williams makes his decision and calls for the “Powerbomb!” Positioning Mags in a standing head scissors, Williams grabs him around the waist and flips him into the air! Miraculously, Mags rotates himself the rest of the way over before he reach his final destination, landing safely on his feet in front of a dumbfounded Williams! Barely able to stand, Mags wildly swings and flays his arms at Williams with a variety of sloppy chops! Crack! This time it only takes a single elbow smash to drop him like a brick. Getting the impression that Magnifico won’t slip out of his clutches this time, Williams eagerly drags the groaning luchadore into a standing head scissors. Letting out a victorious growl, Williams hoists Mags onto his shoulders and slams him down!

 

KA-BOOM!

 

Poor Mags hits the canvas so hard that his small frame grotesquely folds in half upon impact! The gruesome sight inspires shock and repulsion in the Danish fans, prompting many to leave their chairs and cover their mouths. Even Williams looks a little concerned, perhaps he overestimated his own strength when slamming the barely 200 pound luchadore. Nether the less he has a match to win and it’s doubtful that Mags has a kick out in him. Leaning forward on his tippy toes, Williams firmly holds the folded luchadore down for the pin.

 

 

 

“One!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Two!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

..............

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“THR-NO!”

 

 

Despite being turned into a human blanket, the resilient Mags raises a shoulder up. Believing that there was no way Mags could have survived such a devastating move, the Danish fans can’t help but frantically applaud such an amazing display of heart. Williams himself is surprised, Mags looked like a goner and yet the little guy somehow has some fight left in him. If Mags can survive being broken in half, he’s gonna have to escalate the violence considerably to put him away, which can mean only one thing. For the third time tonight, Williams winds up his arm. Not to keen on running himself into trouble again, Williams remains statuesque as he drags Magnifico to his feet. Smack! A desperation chop tears into Williams’ reddened chest! Annoyed, Williams drops back and angrily lunges forward, intent on knocking Mag’s block off!

 

Wham!

 

A superkick catches Williams in the jaw before he can even get close! Mangled from the crippling Powerbomb, Mags loses his balance and falls. Struggling to get his rubber legs beneath, Mags climbs up to a single knee when he feels a sharp pain in the back of his neck....than nothing!

 

Pete: ENZUI AXE BOMBER!

 

It was a real nasty one too, obviously angered by the damage inflicted to his jaw and the overall frustrating nature of Mag’s comeback attempts, Williams put a great deal of power into it, making damn sure he won’t have to worry about another desperation kick. At last seeing the brutal strike in person, the Danish fans loudly react with a combination of fright and wander! Popping his busted jaw from side to side, Williams rolls Mag’s lifeless body over, dramatically collapsing on it for what has to be a sure pin.

 

 

“ONE!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“TWO!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

..........

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“THREE!”

 

 

 

 

 

Ding! Ding! Ding!

 

Soapdish raises Williams’ arm, who shakes his head and sighs, as if he said,”now that was a tough one.” Though they are sad to see poor Magnifico get decapitated like that, the fans can’t hide their joy in seeing Williams’ win. He endured repeated, relentless assaults from a very determined Magnifico and still came out the victor, and that’s very praise worthy.

 

Pete: Even though he came out a loser, I must say that this was the best performance I’ve seen from Magnifico since his return. He dug deep and wrestled like a man possessed but Williams was still too powerful to be overcome.

 

King: Mags still could have won if he wrestled smarter instead of harder.

 

Pete: Nonsense, he did all he could to win.

 

King: He didn’t thumb Williams in the eye.

 

Having pulled off such an amazing victory against a living legend would leave most wrestlers leaping with joy but Williams is deeply concerned for Magnifico, not just for his health but his mental state. Rubbing his incredibly sore neck, Mags gradually regains consciousness and sits up. After playing catch up with Soapdish, Magnifico hangs his head in grief, another valiant effort that simply wasn’t good enough. Much like everyone in the building, Williams doesn’t feel that Mags has anything to be ashamed of. Doing his best to ease Mag’s grief, Williams gets a mighty “MAG-NIF-ICO!” chant going. But it falls on deaf’s ears as Mags somberly rolls out of the ring and walks to the back by himself. The fans on the aisle try to tell him how much they love him but Mags never looks up. Williams can only shrug his shoulders, it was worth a shot, there’s nothing more he can do for one his favorite opponents. Night has finally descended upon the arena, the show is over.

[devo 0]

First of all, let me tell you how appreciative I am of how much attention you give to my storyline throughout the match. If I had lost, it'd hardly matter since you put across ELM's emotions and motivations even better than I did. Thank you.

 

Your descriptions during the Step-Over Facelock are fantastic. The reader's able to feel Mag's excruciating pain, the fans' disappointment, Williams' determination.

 

meaty vein covered ballbat

 

Tee hee.

 

Ahem. The flurry of aerial moves was very well-written also. I couldn't help but smile when I saw Magnifico, hopped up on youthful energy, hit the Fall of the Aztecs.

 

I love the finish. ELM finally falls prey to the Axe Bomber, which he had managed to avoid up until the very end. Like I said, the words you commit to telling my storyline is amazing, and it shows no more clearly than at the end of the match. Thank you.

[Golgo 13 0]

Fucking Buddy Lembeck.

 

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At Copenhagen's Parken Stadium, the fans all muttering amongst themselves and awaiting the first match of the night, as Longdogger Pete and Sucide King welcome us back.

 

"Welcome back to SmarkDown, where of course, we have a big night in store. Later tonight the SWF World Heavyweight and Cruiserweight Championships will be defended, but right now the team of JJ Johnson and SWF International Champion Jay Hawke will take on Manson and Arch Griffon!"

 

"Griffon and Manson proved to still be a formidable team on Lockdown by defeating Randy Myers, who hates the crowd, and Ghost Machine, who is assuredly not a robot, but now the difficulty is raised a few notches in Johnson and Jay Hawke."

 

"Well, if they win here, you have to believe that the office will begin to take into consideration another match versus Wild and Dangerous," LDP speculates.

 

"It won't be an easy task… considering each has had issues with Hawke, during which he came out better for it, and the last time we had a match up where these teams were on opposite sides of the ring, Hawke, Johnson and his former Revolution Zero mate Scott Pretzler took Manson, Griffon, and their partner Ejiro Fasaki down," says King, as we go over to the stage.

 

It's then that "Learning to Fly" by Pink Floyd hits, the lights alternately flashing red and white. The fans begin booing instinctively as Jay Hawke walks out amidst a shower of sparks flowing down from atop the SmarkTron, decked out in his classic purple and black robe, with JJ Johnson following behind him with arms stretched to his sides, in a Canadian maple leaf themed robe of his own.

 

"Ladies and Gentlemen," Funyon begins, "the following is a Tag Team Match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, weighing in at a combined weight of four-hundred and thirty four pounds… J J JOOOHHNNSOONN AND THE SWF INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION JAAAAY HAAAAAAWKE!"

 

Spotlights shine on the two as they make their way down to the ring, and Hawke heads up the steps, followed Johnson, who flicks the hood of his robe off. The two stand on the apron, white sparks firing out of the posts, as they undo their robes and hand them to a pair of ring attendants, along with Hawke's International Title. Entering the ring, each takes a turnbuckle and with Hawke raising his hands above his head, and Johnson with his arms to his sides, the crowd boos them again. Each head down, and Referee Willie Aames gives them the standard once over, looking for weapons. That's when the house lights dim and Arch Enemy's "We Will Rise" hits, complete with multi-colored strobes pulsing and flashing in time with the music, when just as the lyrics begin...

 

*BOOM!*

 

A burst of pyro explodes from the stage and Manson emerges, immediately throwing up the horns to a massive pop from the crowd. Arch Griffon silently follows behind him, and both head down to the ring, determined and focused on the task at hand.

 

"And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of five-hundred and forty two pounds… MMMAAAAANNNSOONNNNN AND AAAAARRRRCH GRRRIIIIFFOONNNN!"

 

Arch and Manson slide underneath the bottom rope, and as Funyon exits the ring, Aames quickly interjects himself between the two teams. Backing into their corner, Manson and Griffon are also checked out by Aames, and seeing that everything is okay, he calls for the bell.

 

::DING DING!::

 

Johnson steps outside the ring, as Manson and Griffon debate who wrestles first, and Manson eventually lets Griffon have Hawke. Hawke hesitates a bit before locking up with Griffon, and straining with all his might, it does no good as Griffon powers him down and throws him across the ring! Hawke comes to a stand in the upper right corner, and Griffon goes after him with a right hand. He connects, and goes for a left, connecting with that one also, and next lands another right, but after lining up and going for a haymaker, Hawke avoids it. He reverses Griffon, landing a rapid series of rights, and grabs him for an Irish whip across the ring, but Griffon turns the tables on that and sends Hawke hard into the opposite corner! Hawke walks out and Griffon lifts him up high into the air, tossing him overhead with a back body drop! Hawke hits the mat with a thud, but is immediately up to his knees. He frantically crawls over to Johnson and tags him in. Johnson enters, but begs off of Griffon and points at Manson, calling for him to get into the ring. Griffon looks back at Manson, who thrusts out his hand, and Griffon then backs away from Johnson and slaps hands with his partner.

 

"Hawke tags in Johnson, not wanting any of Griffon!"

 

"And Johnson wants Manson in the ring.. Perhaps he thinks it would be an easier match up."

 

"I'm not so sure of that being the case."

 

Manson enters the ring and the two face off, with Johnson going low and grabbing on to Manson's leg, but Manson hammers him with overhead forearms to the back, freeing himself from Johnson's grasp. Both stand and choose to lock up, and Manson backs Johnson down, but Johnson trips Manson up, with the two still locked. Johnson begins driving knees down into Manson's ribs, and Manson breaks the hold, rolling away from Johsnon. He gets to his feet as Johnson closes near, and Manson hits a knee to the stomach. Following that, he brings Johnson up and rears back, striking Johnson with a chop across the chest! Johnson staggers back, and Manson closes in with another knee to the stomach, taking Johnson down to a knee. Manson takes a number of steps back, then goes forward looking for a charging knee to the face, but Johnson gets his hands up and blocks, throwing away the leg of Manson and quickly coming to a stand. Manson recovers and goes for a clothesline, but Johnson ducks and takes his leg up, catching Manson with a high roundhouse to the side of the head! Manson goes down and Johnson goes for a cover.

 

"Johnson catches Manson with a roundhouse to the head!"

 

"ONE!"

 

 

But Manson kicks out! Johnson pulls Manson up with him and nails a forearm to the face, knocking Manson back a step, and then hitting another, driving him back into the near camera side ropes. He grabs Manson by the wrist and whips him across the ring, with no resistance from Manson. Johnson waits in the center of the ring, but Manson comes back and takes him off his feet with a dropkick to the knee! Johnson bangs off the canvas face first, and Manson quickly follows up with a knee drop to the back of the head! He then rolls Johnson over and Aames counts.

 

"Low dropkick to the knees of Johnson, with a knee drop to the back of his head!"

 

"ONE!"

 

 

But, likewise, Johnson also kicks out! Manson gets to his feet and waits for Johnson to get to his, and as he does so, Manson heads for the ropes on the righthand side, looking to gain some steam, but Hawke puts a premature stop to that with a knee to the back, to the boos of the fans. Manson stumbles, but quickly recovers, turns and knocks Hawke down off the apron! Manson directs a wad of spit at Hawke on the outside, but as he turns around, he's caught with a clothesline by Johnson, taking him down! Johnson waits for Manson as he begins to pull himself up in the corner with the assistance of the ropes, then runs, jumps and hits Manson with a jumping knee to the face! Manson goes collapses out of the corner, with Johnson going for another cover.

 

"Running knee by Johnson!"

 

"Manson let himself get distracted by Hawke and it costed him."

 

"ONE!"

 

"T--"

 

 

But again, Manson gets out of it! Johnson brings Manson up while in the heel corner, and Hawke climbs back onto the apron, begging for a tag while still brushing off his face. Johnson hesitates, but finally relents, leaving Manson to the self professed Dean of Professional Wrestling.

 

"And now Hawke wants to dish some damage out to Manson!"

 

"In retaliation, no doubt, after Manson spit at him for no reason."

 

"Yeah, no reason except Hawke taking a cheap shot at him."

 

Hawke picks up the attack, pulling his arm back and striking Manson with a chop across the chest. He hits another chop, and Manson rallies back with a right hand, a left, and another right, but Hawke nails a kick to the stomach. Hawke grabs and whips Manson across the ring, to the far camera side ropes, and Manson bounces off. Hawke takes him down with a shoulderblock, and with Manson staying low to the ground, Hawke takes a bounce off the right hand side ropes, and leaps over Manson. Manson comes up and charges at Hawke, as Jay comes off the left hand ropes. Manson goes for a clothesline, but Hawke rolls under it. Manson keeps going, bouncing off the right hand side ropes and picking up steam in the process, as Hawke comes up to his feet. Suddenly, Manson makes a jump and takes Hawke off his feet with a jumping forearm!

 

"Manson with a flying forearm!" shouts Pete.

 

Hawke comes back up, as does Manson, who takes a run forward and knocks Hawke down with a clothesline. Hawke again stands, and Manson takes him down with another. Hawke comes up a bit slower and in a daze, and Manson sets him up in a standing headscissors. However, as Manson grabs him around the waist and lifts for a powerbomb, Hawke takes the momentum, rolls over Manson's back and grabs his legs, taking him down with a sunset flip!

 

"Hawke with a reversal!"

 

"ONE!"

 

"TWO!"

 

"THR--"

 

 

KICKOUT!

 

"And honestly, Manson shouldn't have tried it," surmises King.

 

Manson and Hawke each get to their feet, with Hawke hitting a kick to the stomach, doubling Manson over. Hawke brings him back up, then comes forward with a chop, knocking Manson back a step. He follows that up with a hard forearm to the face, forcing Manson back into the right hand side ropes, then thrusts his arm upward, catching Manson with a European uppercut, rocking Manson's head back. Hawke grabs him around the wrist and whips him across the ring. As Manson comes back, Hawke rushes forward and catches him with the knee to the stomach, and Manson flies up and over the knee, landing on his spine.

 

"And a knee to the gut by Hawke!"

 

Hawke grabs Manson by his long black hair, and rolling him over onto his knees, Hawke holds his head down and hits a series of shin kicks to the forehead of Manson. Hawke releases him, and Manson rolls away from Hawke, rubbing his forehead with the palm of his hand, and trying to shake it off. Manson again gets to his knees, and as Hawke closes in, Manson hits an elbow to the stomach. Hawke doubles over and after Manson comes to a stand, he grabs Hawke and whips him across the ring, but Hawke reverses, sending Manson to the lower left corner. Manson smacks against the turnbuckle, but as Hawke charges in after him, Manson hits a back elbow to the jaw. Manson hops up to the second rope and comes off as Hawke stands back up, going for a dropkick, but Hawke nonchalantly swats him out of the way and Manson hits the mat!

 

"It looked for a moment as if Manson could rally back, but Hawke snuffs that out rather quickly."

 

"It goes to show that if you make a mistake against Hawke, he'll make you pay, and that's why he's our International Champion."

 

Manson rolls on the mat, attempting to get up after the blown second rope dropkick and being patiently waited on by Hawke. As soon as Manson stands, Hawke charges and takes Manson down with a shoulderblock. With Manson on his knees, Hawke continues toward the left hand side ropes and jumps, springing off as Manson gets to his feet. Hawke extends his arm for a lariat, but Manson nails a kick to Hawke's gut on the way down! Hawke drops to his knees, then after standing, Manson steps toward him, turning three-hundred and sixty degrees, looking for a rolling elbow, but Hawke avoids it. Hawke wraps his arm around Manson's head, clenching in a front facelock and preparing for a DDT, but Manson wraps his arms around Hawke's waist, lifts him up and plants him with a northern lights suplex! Aames makes a count.

 

"NORTHERN LIGHTS!"

 

"ONE!"

 

"TWO!"

 

 

KICKOUT BY HAWKE! Manson stands, picking Hawke up with him, bending him over and hooking him by the arm. He knees Hawke in the gut again and again, before tossing Hawke over towards his corner with a beel. Hawke hits the mat, and rolls into the corner, where Manson tags in Griffon! With Hawke against the bottom rope, Manson and Griffon each go to town with mudhole stomps, utilizing the full five count to their advantage before Manson exits the ring.

 

"Griffon is back in!"

 

"Manson wasn't in much danger yet, but any longer and he very well could have been."

 

Griffon pulls Hawke up out of the corner by the hand, and delivers a boot to the stomach. Keeping him in his grasp, Griffon sends him across the ring with a whip to the near camera side ropes. Hawke bounces off, and Griffon catches him as he comes back, tossing him high into the air and letting him crash to the mat below with a gorilla press. Hawke grabs his abdominals and begins crawling toward his corner, but Griffon doesn't let him get away this time, as he kicks Hawke in the temple. With his opponent on his hands and knees, Griffon hammers Hawke with a forearm to the upper back, forcing Hawke back down. He continues trying to get to his corner, but again Arch puts a stop to him, this time puling him back up by his tights and wrapping his arms around Hawke's waist from behind. Griffon easily lifts Hawke up and flings him back, sending him to the mat with a big German suplex! Hawke tumbles end over end and crashes into the ropes near Manson, who directs him back toward Griffon with a kick to the head. Griffon picks Hawke up and whips him toward the right hand side ropes. Griffon goes for a clothesline, but Hawke ducks under it and grabs Griffon's head on the way down, putting a temporary stop to the big man with a neckbreaker! Griffon grabs his neck, but is already on his way back up, as Hawke crawls toward his corner. Griffon stands and heads toward Hawke, but Hawke makes the tag!

 

"Griffon took a lot out of Hawke or the short time they were in there together, but we'll see now if Johnson fares any better."

 

Arch continues lumbering toward his opponent's corner, and he breaks into a run, going after the two. Johnson is able to side step Griffon, but it appears his target was Hawke, as Griffon swats at him as he drops off the apron. Griffon points at Hawke, warning him what will happen the next time he steps in with him, and turns back around toward Johnson, who shoves Griffon into the corner. Johnson closes in for an attack, but as he does so, Griffon just grabs him around the throat and lifts him up into the air. Griffon grits his teeth, his eyes bulging as he holds Johnson up, but Johnson fights back with wild punches to Griffon's mug. Griffon releases Johnson, and Johnson drops low, hitting Griffon with a dropkick to the knees. Johnson backs up a number of steps and charges at Griffon, but Arch just rises up and clotheslines Johnson out of his boots! He goes for a cover.

 

"HUGE lariat by Arch!"

 

"ONE!"

 

"TWOOO!"

 

Johnson gets a shoulder up at two! Griffon pulls Johnson up, but JJ swats him away and hits a rapid flurry of low roundhouse kicks at Griffon's right knee. Griffon goes down to a knee, and this time Johnson simply knees him in the face, knocking him down on his back. Johnson grabs Arch by the foot and pulls his leg up, and gives him a number of kicks to the back of the leg, then somersaults forward with his hands still on Griffon's ankle, attempting to twist the knee. Griffon lets out a yelp, as Johnson scissors the leg and lays down, holding it perpendicular to the other.

 

"Griffon is in big trouble now, as Johnson locks him up with a cross kneebreaker!"

 

Johnson repeatedly twists the leg of Griffon, each time out causing him to scream in pain. He slaps his hand on the canvas as Aames checks on him, asking if he wants to give, but of course Griffon doesn't relent. And neither does Johnson, as he applies more pressure on Griffon. His partner's face buried in his hands, visibly in pain, Manson has enough as he jumps into the ring and hits a sliding dropkick to Johnson's head. Johnson lets go, and as Aames attempts to get Manson out of the ring, Hawke switches places with JJ, slapping his hands together to mimic a tag. Manson exits, and conveniently Aames doesn't give Hawke a second thought. As Griffon attempts to get up to his feet, Hawke forces him back down to the mat with a faceslam into the hard canvas.

 

"Yeah, I'll say Griffon is in trouble, as once again Manson's anger and impulsiveness costs the team," King says.

 

Griffon grabs his nose as Hawke grabs him by the right ankle, and placing a foot into the back of the knee, drives his knee down into the mat. Griffon's attentions again shift to his knee, as he goes to grab it, but Hawke doesn't give up as he grabs the leg once more and drives it into the mat again. Griffon continues to grab his knee, as he begins to get up to his feet, but Hawke does nothing as Johnson tells him not to let him up… well, not so much tells, since he can't really talk, but you get the point. In any case, as Griffon gets to his feet, Hawke takes his opportunity, placing Griffon in a front facelock and quickly dropping to the mat with a quick, but effective DDT. Griffon bounces off the mat and rolls over onto his back, and Hawke goes for a cover.

 

"DDT BY HAWKE!"

 

"ONE!!"

 

"TWO!!!"

 

"TH--"

 

 

KICKOUT! Still with plenty of reserve left, Griffon pumps his fist, with Manson stamping on the apron, trying to get the fans behind him, but Hawke doesn't allow it as he quickly rolls Griffon over, and holding the leg in place with his own, and applying a crossface, hooks on the STF! Griffon screams and claws for the ropes, as Johnson smirks in approval. Manson gets more and more agitated on the outside, but Griffon gives up heading for the ropes, and instead uses his pure size and strength to break apart Hawke's hands. Free from Hawke's hold, Griffon attempts to head for the ropes again, and closer and closer he goes, before finally grabbing on. Hawke uses the full five count and more, before Aames forcefully breaks his hold on Griffon. Hawke slaps the mat before walking over and tagging in Johnson, who comes in and picks up where Hawke left off.

 

"Griffon breaks the STF Hawke had on him, but he isn't out of the woods yet!"

 

Johnson immediately grabs Arch by the leg and pulls him off the ropes. Taking Griffon by the lower leg, Johnson attempts to lift him up and turn him over for a single leg crab, but Griffon counters that by kicking Johnson off and away from him. Johnson hits the mat and stands back up, as Griffon gets up on all fours and pulls himself up with the help of the ropes. Johnson rushes Griffon and grabs him by his bum leg, but as Griffon hops on one leg, he jumps and goes for an enziguiri… and it's ducked by Johnson! He's finally able to apply a single leg crab, as Manson's head perks up and he heads into the ring, frustrated and ready to get back in. With Aames checking in on Griffon, Manson charges forward and blasts Johnson in the face with his knee! Manson ducks out of the ring before Aames can force him out, as Johnson each head for their respective corners.

 

"Manson absolutely rearranges Triple J's face with that knee!"

 

"As if he weren't homely enough already," adds King.

 

With the crowd behind Griffon, led by Manson, Griffon very nearly reaches him… but Johnson also reaches Hawke! Hawke receives the tag first and enters the ring, intent on stopping Griffon from getting to Manson, but it's too late as Griffon makes a dive for Manson and connects! Manson enters and heads for Hawke, knocking him down with a clothesline, before heading for Johnson and knocking him off the apron.

 

"MANSON IS IN! HE'S IN!"

 

"Oh, YAY!" says King, sarcastically.

 

Hawke stands back up and Manson turns, heading back after him, but Hawke is the first on the attack as he hits Manson with the kick to the stomach. Hawke grabs hold and whips him toward the right hand side ropes, and as he comes back, Hawke goes for the clothesline, but Manson ducks under it and grabs Hawke with a behind waistlock! Manson grunts and hoists Hawke up, dropping him with a German suplex, but he doesn't let go as he lifts Hawke up again. Manson drops Hawke with another German, and still he doesn't let go, lifting him up and planting him with a third, dropping him on the back of his head! Manson releases Hawke, and shrugs his shoulders, as blows two nostrils full of snot down at Hawke and heads out to the apron.

 

"Manson with triple German suplexes!" shouts LDP.

 

"…and the snot rocket afterwards," King says queasily.

 

Manson ascends to the top as the crowd concurrently rises to its feet, but once Manson reaches the peak and nearly lifts off for his top rope elbow, Johnson jumps up onto the apron and pushes him off! Manson collides with the mat as Hawke begins coming to.

 

"That oughta teach him," says King, clearly pleased by Manson wiping out.

 

Johnson enters the ring, intent on revenge, but so does Griffon as he limps across the ring and clotheslines Johnson over the top rope! Both Arch and Johnson crash on the outside in a heap, as Manson and Hawke each get to their feet. They rush forward throwing a barrage of fists, with Manson gaining the immediate advantage. He grabs Hawke for a whip across the ring toward the right hand side ropes, and after seeing him off, Manson backs into the ropes himself. Meeting in the center of the ring, Manson goes for the Western Lariat, but misses and spins out of control. Thankfully, however, he's able to come back around with the rolling elbow straight to Hawke's jaw! Jay Hawke goes down, and Manson goes for a cover.

 

"ROLLING ELBOW! HE HIT THE ROLLING ELBOW!"

 

"ONE!"

 

 

 

 

"TWOOO!"

 

 

 

 

 

"THRE--!!!!"

 

 

"Hawke gets a shoulder up before three!!" shouts Pete.

 

With Johnson and Griffon on the outside exchanging punches, Manson mutters a series of curses to himself, as he pulls Hawke up off the mat. He hits a chop to the chest, driving Hawke back, following that up with a right hand. He turns his back to Hawke and reaches back for his head, looking for the Consequences, but Hawke reaches out and grabs the ropes! Manson misses the Consequences and hits the mat, slamming the back of his head against the canvas, and Hawke waits for him to stand back up. Lurking silently behind him, Hawke grabs Manson as he stands back up, hooking the arm and wrapping him around the front of his face, locking on the crossface chickenwing! But before Hawke can take him down to the mat, Manson runs backward, smashing Hawke against the upper right turnbuckle!

 

"Manson misses the Consequences, and Hawke manages to nearly lock on the Wing Span, but Manson manages to break it up!"

 

Hawke stumbles out of the corner, and Manson picks Hawke up into a scoop, then wraps his arms around Hawke's waist. With Hawke set up, Manson drops down and spikes Hawke with the inverted piledriver!! He then goes for the pin and Aames coutns!

 

"M-DRILLER! M-DRILLER!"

 

"ONE!!"

 

 

Johnson tries to get into the ring to break up the pin…

 

 

"BREAK IT UP, DAMN YOU!" King shouts at Johnson.

 

 

 

"TWOO!!!!"

 

 

 

But Griffon grabs his foot and puts a stop to him!

 

 

 

"THREEEE!!!!!"

 

 

::DING DING!::

 

"Manson picks up a big win after hitting the M-Driller!"

 

"We Will Rise" hits, the crowd in a frenzy as Manson picks up the win. Aames raises Manson's hand as Griffon slides in. Manson and Griffon celebrate the win, but as Hawke begins stirring, grabbing his head, Johnson slides into the ring and, taking Manson from behind, Johnson throws him outside the ring!

 

"WHAT THE HELL!" shouts Pete.

 

Figuring out what's happened, Griffon gets his bearings and wraps his hands around Johnson's throat and begins literally choking the life out of him, but Johnson kicks him between the legs! Griffon releases Johnson in pain, as Hawke comes to and chop blocks Griffon! Griffon goes down and Hawke and Johnson begin stomping and kicking Griffon, focusing in on his leg.

 

"Damnit, they picked up the win, but Johnson and Hawke couldn't take it!"

 

However, before Hawke and JJ can get in a groove, on the outside Manson picks up a steel chair and slides in, intent on wrecking someone's shit, and Hawke and Johnson escape before Manson can get to them! Griffon grabs his knee as Manson stands between them and Griffon, as Aames checks on him…

 

"There's no telling what damage these two may have caused!"

 

"And I love them for it. These two need to be taken down a notch, in my mind," says King, as Manson continues staring a hole through Hawke and Johnson as they head up the ramp.

[Coffin Surfer 0]

Your descriptions during the Step-Over Facelock are fantastic. The reader's able to feel Mag's excruciating pain, the fans' disappointment, Williams' determination. 

 

Thanks, I put a lot of effort into that part because it was originally written as the finish or at least a lead in to it. For pacing reasons I thought it worked better in the body as a heat segment.

 

 

meaty vein covered ballbat

 

Tee hee.

 

Yeah, taking out of context that does sound like an Andre the Giant tribute.

 

 

The flurry of aerial moves was very well-written also. I couldn't help but smile when I saw Magnifico, hopped up on youthful energy, hit the Fall of the Aztecs.

 

I love the finish. ELM finally falls prey to the Axe Bomber, which he had managed to avoid up until the very end. Like I said, the words you commit to telling my storyline is amazing, and it shows no more clearly than at the end of the match. Thank you.

 

I'm delighted to see that you enjoyed the match. You did pretty good job of capturing my character yourself.