Smarkdown losing matches

[zyon 0]

OOC: I think this is the best match I've written since being here. I enjoyed using the Mag character a ton. I think I still need to work on description of spots rather than going from spot to spot. But I think this match involved the best description I've done while being here. Near the end I may have went overboard with signature spots, but I want a climatic ending and such. Ending was wrote cause I totally did Mag's heel character and it's been one week. Feedback will be appreciated.

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“Well King our next match should be quite interesting in a number of ways. Zyon and El Luchadore Magnifico have yet to battle it out in the SWF. And last week ELM showed a side of himself that to be honest I never thought imaginable.” Pete says.

 

“Yeah well the Luchadore actually stepped up and proved that he isn’t washed up. Hell I think he is as fresh as ever. And tonight when he destroys that spot monkey who lost last week by the way, I will officially be a part of the luchadore’s fan club.” King says.

 

Pete continues, “Zyon wasn’t the one pinned last week in his first tag match ever in the SWF. As for Magnifico his actions last week will always be remembered as being a dark spot on SWF’s history. I believe the man has truly lost it….” Pete explains.

 

And with that the fans find themselves sitting in the darkness wondering what is going to happen next.

 

HEY HEY!!

 

*BOOM*

 

The intro of Atake FDD’s “Tu Final” is shouted as a burst of red, white, and green sparkles highlight the stage. Smoke clouds the arena as spotlight shines on the evil that has become El Luchadore Magnifico. The man strides down the ramp as the trademark Mexican Flag waves from side to side. His cold eyes staring straight ahead…

 

“And coming to the ring hailing from Mexico City, the one and only EL Luchadore BOOOOO!!!”

 

The fans refuse to let Funyon continue as the jeers outright mute the mic of the ring announcer. The Mexican could care less though as he rolls under the bottom rope and pops to his feet. The lights in the arena slowly return as the controversial foreigner waves his flag proudly. The SWF veteran scowls at his former fans as he carefully hands his flag to the timekeeper. ELM emotionlessly stretches out as he awaits his opponent.

 

“My god, the vibe I get from him is so cold…” Pete mutters.

 

The fans continue to boo until the lights in the arena dim…

 

“I’m Born!”

 

“I’m Alive!”

 

“I Breathe!!”

 

The words appear across the titan tron as SWF’s Unique Youth quickly makes his way out from behind the curtain. Zyon instead of his usual sprint carefully walks down to the middle of the ramp before saluting the great SWF fans.

 

“His opponent hailing from Elkhart, Indiana. The SWF Hardcore Champion, ZYYYON!!!

 

The fans cheering rise to the levels of worship as the youth hops on to the ring apron and flips into the ring. “Vitamin” continues to play as the chorus kicks in. The chorus deserves no special mention though as Zyon skips his usual taunt. Even though he’s young Zyon knows that his opponent is a bit…. unstable. The lights in the arena come back to full force as he unbuckles his belt and hands it to the timekeeper as he catches a dead stare from his opponent.

 

“Weeks ago this would have been a great high flying match for the crowd.” Pete thinks.

 

King though has a different opinion, “But now it is your simple face versus in this case a bitter heel.”

 

Referee Don O’ Connor signals for the bell…

 

DING, DING, DING!!!!

 

Zyon is obviously taking a different approach to this match. His facial and physical expressions say everything that needs to be said without actually saying a word. ELM though continues to show his cold demeanor that first appeared last week while he was choking the life out of his friend…yeah what a friend. The crowd excited as ever starts the match out right…

 

Let’s Go Zyon!!

 

The youth acknowledges the slurring cheers from the stadium that has to have at least fifty percent of its attendees intoxicated by now. The dark quickly swallows the light moment as ELM takes a menacing step toward his young opponent and shows the respect of NONE by whacking him across the face with an open slap!

 

SMACK!!!

 

BOOO!!

 

The fans boo as Zyon was clearly caught off guard by the decline of his opponent’s morals. Of course after seeing what back in the states is attempted murder the hardcore champ should expect worse from the Mexican superstar. Zyon quickly realizing that he could be in the fight of his life GOES TO TOWN on the luchadore! The crowd erupts as right hand after right hand forces Magnifico backwards. ELM quickly finds himself trapped against the ropes as Zyon dispatches phase two in his offensive strike. With a grasp of the three time world champ’s wrist Zyon attempts to whip ELM across the ring. ELM though blocks the attempt by grabbing the top rope with his free hand, as Zyon obviously isn’t one to multi task. The youth stupidly releases his grip on ELM’s wrist allowing the bitter superstar to clean Zyon’s clock with a clothesline! OOOHHHH’s echo as Zyon falls to the mat clutching his throat. Zyon though shows no hint of breathing difficulties as he gets back to his feet. ELM meets him with a right foot to the gut followed by a snap suplex attempt. The hardcore champ though refuses to give in to the angry veteran as he wraps his foot around his opponent’s and blocks said suplex. With the momentum swinging into Zyon’s favor the youth lifts ELM up for a suplex of his own yet the crafty veteran simply spins out of the move and lands behind Zyon.

 

“Both men bringing the counters tonight.” Pete points out.

 

The luchadore forces Zyon into a reverse waist lock and lifts him into the air for whatever a regular fan can think of since Zyon fights back. The youth wraps his legs around the body of ELM and tries to roll through with an incredible pinning counter. The counter though is neither pinning nor incredible since it doesn’t take place. Before Zyon can roll through, ELM lifts Zyon high into the air and drops the youth stomach first to the mat with a reverse power bomb! ELM gets back to his feet drawing the Irish crowd to clap at the talent displayed by both men.

 

King shakes his head, “I thought ELM stepped away from these type of applauses. Hell if he wants a standing ovation all he needs to do is choke another guy out.”

 

The Suicide King though is quickly relieved as ELM looks out into the audience when a look of disgust crosses his face. ELM quickly silences the friendly crowd by taking a step backward and heaving forward with a soccer style punt that connects with the ribs of Zyon! The youth’s eyes bug out as he clutches his ribcage. ELM without any hesitation lifts Zyon back to a vertical base. The Mexican superstar wrestles Zyon who is still catching his breath into a front facelock. ELM with a quick stomp of his foot lifts Zyon up and quickly drops backward with a snap suplex. Zyon sits up into a sitting position as he holds his back wincing in pain. ELM though forces Zyon to the mat and grinds his forearm into his opponent’s face!

 

“Look at this King.” Pete continues, “This is a man who wouldn’t harm a fly if he didn’t have to. Now he is roughing our current hardcore champion up and showing no remorse while doing so.”

 

Zyon’s feet pounds the mat as referee Don O’ Connor has to step in.

 

“C’MON ELM STOP. I’LL DQ YOU!”

 

The ref lay’s the law down as ELM uses what is left of his mercy and pulls his arm away. ELM stands up and shadows the ref’s view as he places his foot across the throat of Zyon cutting off the rookie’s oxygen!

 

BOOOO!!!

 

The fans are ready to wage war on Magnifico as the ref quickly catches on to what is going on. This moment clearly shows that O’ Connor’s law means absolutely nothing to ELM who removes his foot from the throat of his opponent. Zyon pops up into a sitting position trying to catch his breath as ELM lifts him to his feet. The bitter superstar IRISH whips Zyon into the turnbuckle causing his back to slam into the thin padding.

 

Yeaahhh!

 

The fans quietly cheer as the IRISH whip gets cheered for obvious reasons. ELM calmly struts toward Zyon and releases his anger on the youth.

 

SMACCCCCKKK!!!

 

A chop across the chest echoes causing everyone in the arena to WHOOOO in complete unison. ELM snarls at those in the front row for cheering as he ditches the knife edge chop…

 

SMACKKK!!!

 

For a loud European uppercut. Zyon’s head bobbles up and down from the impact as ELM reveals that the sadistic side of his dark personality has taken over. The three time world champ notices a bandage over Zyon’s forehead due to being busted open last week. The luchadore quickly tears the bandage away and latches on to the back of his

opponent’s head.

 

“He’s going to use the turnbuckle to open Zyon’s wound he suffered on Lockdown.” Pete explains.

 

“And you know what.” King continues, “It’s a genius strategy. The sight of a superstar’s own blood can easily change how the match pans out. And seeing Zyon bleed is almost as awesome as seeing Wildchild lying limp in the ring after being strangled.”

 

ELM with no remorse throws Zyon’s head toward the turnbuckle, but the youth with not a second to spare forces his foot into the middle rope. This action blocks the attempt to bust the youth open, which in turn causes ELM to panic. Try as he might ELM cannot force Zyon face first into the turnbuckle. ELM desperately tries to back away and regroup, but Zyon fires a weak jab to the Mexican’s gut. The youth then grabs the head of ELM and plays to the crowd for a bit. He even mouths something to the audience before slamming ELM’s head into the turnbuckle multiple times. Each time a certain chant is echoed…and yes it is to spite ELM who recently turned his back on wrestling fans worldwide.

 

UNO

 

DOS

 

TRES

 

CUATRO

 

CINCO

 

SEIS

 

SIETE

 

OCHO

 

NUEVE

 

DIEZ!!!

 

King is confused, “How the hell do the Irish know Spanish???”

 

Zyon skips backwards as a smile creeps on to his face. The youth begins to get the feeling that he is an outer manifestation of what former ELM fans wish they could do to this shadow that looks like ELM. The luchadore slowly staggers backward from the turnbuckle as everything rotates into a trippy motion. The crowd turns into a mass of distorted visions as ELM tries to sustain the reality of what is going on. One of the distorted visions appears on the top rope and leaps into the air. ELM quickly realizes that the vision is his opponent and quickly falls to the ground. Now rather his falling to the ground was a dodge technique or the fact that he momentarily passed out will always be up for discussion. Either way though Zyon crashes into the mat after missing a cross body attempt. The youth rolls under the bottom rope and to the outside as he takes the time to collect himself. ELM though doesn’t give the youth time as he bounces off the ropes and leaps to the outside with a 360 CORKSCREW SHOOTING STAR PRESS WITH A TWIST…OH MY GOD!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Just kidding. Actually ELM simply stops in front of the ropes and soaks in what he deserves.

 

BOOO!!!

 

ELM smiles as he exits the ring and goes to grab Zyon. The youth though stops ELM with a kick to the gut. The reigning hardcore champion latches on a front facelock as the ref starts his count.

 

ONE

 

TWO

 

THREE

 

FOUR

 

OHHHHH!!!!

 

The fans scream as Zyon is clutching his face while squirming around on the floor.

 

“Did you see that King?” Pete has a brain fart.

 

“Of course I did, I’m sitting right beside you. Honestly what else am I going to do watch these so called people drink themselves to a stupor.” King says taking the time to make fun of the audience.

 

A replay appears on the abnormally special Smarktron showing that ELM was able to push Zyon away causing the youth to turn and smack the ring post face first! Back to live action ELM lifts Zyon up showing off the hardcore champ’s brand spanking new crimson mask. Unlike last week the cut doesn’t take attacks to cause the blood to fester as Zyon’s face looks like a prop straight out of a horror flick.

 

FIVE

 

SIX

 

SEVEN

 

EIGHT

 

Of course ELM will still focus on the cut anyway. The luchadore grabs Zyon and launches him face first into the ring post causing the youth to bounce off like a ping-pong ball. Zyon staggers around bleeding as a couple youngsters in the crowd are forced to look away. ELM cautiously charges Zyon and places his shoulder into the youth’s back forcing the youth to the ground, but not before smacking his face against the steel steps. ELM chuckles toward the front row as he grabs Zyon and rolls him into the ring.

 

“Zyon’s a bloody mess. Where is someone with a conscience to throw in the towel? Cause lord knows ELM’s conscience went up in a blaze last week.” Pete says strongly.

 

ELM looms over Zyon as if he wants to go for the cover.

 

BOOO!!!

 

The fans though convince ELM not to. Way to go guys. The luchadore instead crouches down and repeatedly punches Zyon across the wound. Referee Don O’ Connor once against has to step in.

 

“Damnit! ELM STOP OR IT’S OVER!!!”

 

The luchadore hops back to a vertical base before picking Zyon off the canvas. The Mexican superstar once again hooks Zyon into a front facelock and lifts him into the air vertically. The luchadore let’s Zyon hang upside down as blood begins to pour from his head and down to the mat like a leaky faucet. The fans in the background show their sympathy by covering their eyes as ELM SPIKES Zyon to the mat with a hanging brainbuster!!! The luchadore arrogantly goes for the cover…

 

ONE…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

 

Sudden shoulder up.

 

“Don’t worry ELM it was just a spasm.” King takes a crack at the fighting youth.

 

ELM lifts Zyon back to his feet before locking his hands around the wrist of his opponent and whipping him against the ropes. Zyon bounces back showing the will to compete as ELM launches him up into the air and down to the mat with a back body drop. ELM once again goes for the cover…

 

ONE…

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO…kickout.

 

Zyon still has some fight in him as ELM again rises to his feet. The luchadore goes back to his roots as he perches himself on the top ropes. ELM coldly stares at the mat as Zyon stirs to his feet. The youth staggers trying to keep his balance as ELM flies off the ropes and connects with a missile dropkick to the head.

 

“Looks like even though ELM has probably lost his mind he can still pinpoint an area on the body to attack.” Pete says giving the heel ELM credit.

 

Zyon collapses to the mat as ELM walks up and drops a leg across Zyon’s wide open wound. Zyon pops up covering his face as ELM applies a draining chin lock. The fans usually find things like this boring, but in the shape Zyon’s in a chin lock could do the youth in. Zyon shows signs of life by randomly waving his arms around and maneuvering himself into a worse position on the mat. Magnifico grins sickly as he applies pressure to the rest hold.

 

“Let’s Go Zyon!!!!”

 

The chants start back up as they crowd seems to think Zyon is still conscious. Of course ELM despises the chant itself so he releases the hold. The chant though continues so ELM simply lifts Zyon up and drowns them out with a blistering knife-edge chop!

 

WH….

 

“Shut UP!!!”

 

ELM turns and shouts. Zyon clutches his chest, but with ELM bantering with the crowd takes the opportunity to place a STIFF forearm to the face of his opponent. The crowd explodes as ELM staggers back surprised. ELM infuriated charges his opponent, but falls into a hip toss. ELM pops right back to his feet though as Zyon staggers toward his opponent. ELM can only dream of the pain he can bring to his bloody opponent, but through the day dreaming comes a dropkick that connects to the face of the luchadore. ELM again is caught by surprise as he staggers back into the turnbuckle forcing Zyon to chase after his opponent. Zyon tries to strike ELM, but his opponent out quicks him and ducks behind Zyon. ELM locks Zyon into a waist lock and throws his opponent back with a release German suplex! However, a bloody Zyon flips backward and lands on his feet. The youth’s legs though can’t hold up as Zyon drops to a crouching position trying to stay away from the daze that takes place when a person loses a decent amount of blood. ELM spins around as his stone stare turns into a fit of rage as he proceeds toward Zyon. The youth though again catches ELM off guard as he shoots himself into the air and wraps his legs around the luchadore’s neck. Zyon then drifts backwards and snaps ELM over with a hurricarana!

 

King is irate, “How can he still do THAT!!!”

 

“Well, I’m guessing his legs are still in good shape even though he has lost a lot of blood.” Pete guesses.

 

Zyon lifts himself back to a standing position as he makes his way toward ELM. The hated Mexican finds himself in the clutches of Zyon who locks on a front facelock. The youth then mimics Magnifico by stomping his foot and slamming his opponent to the mat with a snap suplex. The crimson faced warrior exits the ring and patiently stands on the apron as the crowd is solidly behind the comeback that could be at its peak. After a moment of clutching his back ELM rises to his feet as Zyon springboards into the air, and a look of shock is exposed from under the blood. ELM snaps his leg into the air and tries to knock his opponent out with a super kick!!!!

 

“What the? Hey wait a minute his head should be off of his shoulders!!!” King is a bit dumbfounded.

 

The super kick was thrown at a perfect time, but Zyon simply caught the foot as he landed safely to his feet. Zyon acts before a capable ELM can react by spinning his opponent around and leaping forward. Zyon wraps his arms around ELM’s head and tries a bulldog, but Magnifico counters by lifting Zyon up high into the air and spinning him around before dropping the youth with the La Bomba Fantastica!!! ELM pulls Zyon forward by his legs as a pin fall is attempted.

 

ONE…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TH…kickout.

 

YEAHHHH!!!!

 

The crowd cheers, as Zyon is able to kick out. ELM shakes his head in frustration as he lifts Zyon up and snaps his head back with a few weak forearms. Zyon staggers backward and forward falling into a scoop from ELM who positions Zyon on to his shoulder. ELM arrogantly points at the top turnbuckle pad thinking he has everything under control. The Mexican superstar then takes a few long strides forward before launching Zyon toward the turnbuckle pad with a snake eyes.

 

King brags, “Don’t worry Magnifico fans the lucha superstar has everything under control.”

 

King though has obviously spoke too soon. Zyon stops himself from having his blood stain the pad by grabbing the top rope and pulling himself on to the second rope before ascending one more level. Zyon’s back is facing the ring as everyone in the arena has a pretty good idea of what is next. Zyon, a firm believer in high risk, high reward leaps backwards and corkscrews toward his opponent!!

 

Pete shills, “NO REGARD!!!”

 

Remember how everyone in the arena had a good idea what the counter was going to be. Well that includes Magnifico who dodges just in the nic of time. Zyon crashes to the mat back first as the fans are shocked that the hated luchadore counters the counter.

 

King mockingly shills, No Regard…MISSES!!! Haahaaahahaha.”

 

The youth has lost quite a bit of blood, which is exactly why he has yet to recover from his fall as ELM rises to his feet. The luchadore visibly ticked that Zyon had the gull to attempt a counter. So what does ELM do? Exactly what he set out to do originally. The bitter luchadore lifts Zyon up and directly on to his shoulder as he quickly strides forward and throws the youth face first into the turnbuckle pad. Zyon collapses in the corner clutching his face as random spots of blood can be seen scattered across the ring and on his opponent. ELM admires his work, as Zyon is defenseless as he openly sits in the corner. The luchadore advances forward until he is looking over his downed opponent and kicks him. The luchadore does it again. ELM then sickly looks out into the crowd before unleashing his RAGE on to Zyon with a mudhole stomping, as each kick is thrusted down harder and harder. Referee Don O’ Connor gets between ELM and the fallen Zyon. The ref points his finger at ELM and screams…

 

“HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL Y…”

 

ELM doesn’t allow the ref to finish his sentence as he firmly interrupts him by charging Zyon and putting a sharp knee into his face!!!

 

BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

 

The crowd looks mighty offended as the blood and ELM’s hate has disrupted what could have been a lovely spot fest a few weeks ago.

 

Pete is appalled, “King, look at this. ELM…no. He’s not ELM. This man looks to be enjoying the pain he is bringing to Zyon.”

 

“This man???” King continues, “Open your eyes toiler plunger, that MAN is El Luchadore Magnifico…reborn.”

 

The king makes a morbid, but honest point. ELM grabs Zyon by the hair as he jerks Zyon to the center of the ring and gives him a hateful knee lift. ELM’s grip seems to be the only force holding Zyon up as he locks the youth into a punishing abdominal stretch! The former spot monkey holds the current spot monkey in place as Zyon winces in pain. The Unique Youth’s blood drips and cries of pain are muttered from the reigning hardcore champ.

 

And El Luchadore Magnifico isn’t affected in the slightest…

 

“He’s just punishing this kid now. C’mon ELM you proved that you can hurt people. Just stop it.” Pete pleads.

 

King can’t help himself; “You do realize he can’t hear you, right?”

 

“Let’s go Zyon!!!”

 

The fans are screaming as the crimson covered youth begins to show signs of life by squirming and shaking. ELM grinds his teeth, as forcing his grip on to Zyon is becoming quite the problem. Zyon slowly begins to get the upper hand, as ELM’s foot is no longer tangled with Zyon’s. The youth looks ready to counter the hold, but ELM releases him??? The luchadore though would not resort to showing any signs of pity as he kicks Zyon in the temple with a yakuza kick. Zyon falls down to all fours as ELM is once again back in control. The live riot level crowd begins to lose hope, as the blood stains in the ring continue to grow. ELM launches his foot forward in a soccer style punt once again aimed at the ribs of Zyon. The youth though rolls forward allowing ELM’s foot to slice the air. Zyon refuses to stay dead as the zombie like hardcore champ leaps on to the second rope and springboards backward. The Unique Youth moonsaults backward on to ELM and rolls the former three time champ up for a pin fall attempt.

 

“The HALF MOON! Tell me King did it miss? Huh, C’MON YOU GOING TO SAY SOMETHING!!” Pete is definitely biased at this point.

 

The ref dives to the mat wanting to give the youth the win himself, but gives your standard unbiased count…

 

ONE…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THRE….kickout.

 

“Damnit!” Pete says slamming his hand on the table.

 

Zyon’s piercing green eyes look tired, as Zyon’s whole body must be a ball of fatigue. ELM has also taken his share of punishment this match as he slowly gets to his feet. Zyon though is already standing!

 

“LET’S GO ZYON!!!!”

 

The Dublin crowd wants to break the sound barrier. ELM’s facial expressions mirror Satan…if he was pissed off. Zyon though could care less as the youth hustles forward causing ELM to throw a wild clothesline. Zyon easily ducks and stops as ELM turns around right into the youth who locks his foot around ELM’s and goes for the Decline!!!

 

“De…wait ELM just countered!!!” King does some regular play by play.

 

ELM counters by pushing Zyon back against the turnbuckle before he can place is arm across his chest. ELM angry as an ornery bull charges Zyon and for his blind actions eats boot! Zyon literally sits on the top rope as ELM staggers into Zyon like a fish on a reel. The youth locks ELM in a front facelock and spins off the top rope with a tornado DDT attempt!!!! ELM though isn’t one to easily give in as he stops Zyon’s momentum and throws him to a random side of the ring. Zyon lands feet first on to the mat as ELM continues his impression of a mad bull while those in the fans would easily substitute bull for jackass. The bitter ELM again charges and again his rage causes him to take a boot, but this time to the gut. Zyon then hooks ELM into a front facelock once again and flowingly drops backward with an Evenflow Bring Me Down DDT!!!!!!!!!!

 

Pete is just insane, “RIP INSANE LUCHADOR!!!”

 

“No. I don’t care if he’s alive or dead his maneuver doesn’t deserve to win this. YOU HEAR ME ELM!!”

 

Zyon who is shaking uncontrollably from the loss of blood covers ELM, as this would be a hero’s ending.

 

ONE…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THR…kickout!!!

 

SWF is no fairytale. Zyon rolls off of ELM weakly as he pushes himself off the mat and to his feet. Zyon lifts ELM up and directs him into a standing head scissor.

 

“He’s going for the Final Hour. Hit it kid!!!” Pete shouts.

 

The fans rise to their feet as Zyon does the lifting motion, but ELM counters by pushing himself out and latching on to Zyon’s wrist. ELM then scoops Zyon up into the DIA DE LOS MUERTOS!!! Zyon though slides down ELM’s back and spins his dubious opponent around…

 

Scoop…

 

 

 

….AERO DRIVER!!!!

 

The fans explode at the unbelievable counter as Zyon goes for the cover; the fans count along with their fingers crossed.

 

ONE!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREE!!!!NO!

 

ELM kicks out as Zyon pounds the mat with his blood soaked hands. The youth is left wondering…

 

“This is unbelievable!!” Pete…wait, King says?

 

Zyon again forces him up and waits. The fans are cheering and clapping as ELM pushes himself to his feet staggering. Zyon charges and throws a clothesline, but ELM ducks and when Zyon turns around he locks his hands around the throat of his opponent??? Zyon’s eyes quickly bulge as the opposable thumbs are being pressed into his windpipe!!

 

“HEY REF. REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED TO WILDCHILD, DAMNIT!!! Pete is pissed.

 

“BREAK IT!!!”

 

ONE

 

TWO

 

THREE

 

FOUR

 

FI…

 

The psycho that is ELM releases Zyon before grabbing the youth and launching him over the top????? Referee Don O’ Connor is shocked as Zyon falls to the floor.

 

“Based on the Cruiserweight addenda…the winner by DQ ZYON!”

 

The fans cheer, but most are puzzled. ELM begins to visibly chuckle and shake before exiting outside the ring and grabbing Zyon. The psycho shoves the youth into the ring. ELM enters the ring as well, but not before grabbing a steel chair though.

 

King is even frightened, “Hey what’s ELM thinking?”

 

Pete knows, “What’s he thinking….NOTHING! The man has LOST IT!!”

 

Zyon drained of all energy thinks it should be over, but the executioner that is Magnifico thinks different. Zyon slowly gets back to his feet as ELM pulls the chair back…

 

“Don’t do it…”

 

Those words are mouthed from most sitting in the audience…and maybe even in ELM’s conscience. However…

 

…He’s too far gone…

 

CRACKKKKK!!!!!!

 

“NO!!!!” Pete yells…

 

ELM shot the chair forward and crushed Zyon’s skull with it. The sick echo frightens many in the arena, as most who were drunk are now sober. ELM’s expression is stone as he drops the chair…

 

….He’s not done…

 

Zyon’s eyes are glazed over as ELM lifts his victim up. Zyon’s arms dangle at his waist as his legs could be replaced with rubber and you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.

 

“He’s just dead weight.” King says a bit uncomfortable.

 

The eyes of the luchadore coldly stare into the once energetic eyes of Zyon as the fans do what any person with emotion does…

 

BOOOOO!!!

 

They will not condone ELM. Longdogger Pete will not condone ELM. Suicide King may not condone ELM. People who thought ELM was a hero will not condone ELM. Nobody will condone ELM…

 

…And he could care less…

 

ELM scoops Zyon’s lifeless carcass up into the Dia De Los Muertos. ELM spreads his arms out in a crucifix as many are reminded that god has nothing to do with this. The soulless luchadore pulls his arms back in and swiftly drops spreading his legs out and spiking Zyon’s head into the chair!!!

 

ELM stays seated for a moment before promptly rising back to his feet. He coldly glares at the battered body of Zyon before replaying what he did last week…smiling. ELM exits the ring to silence as a medical team rushes down to the ring…

 

Yeah we need a commercial

[King Cucaracha 0]

"PREPARE...FOR...LANDON!"

 

...WAAAAAHHHHH...

 

*DUM DUM*

 

 

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

 

Back on Smarkdown and Incubus' "Megalomaniac" hits to a booming reception of boos, as Landon Maddix makes his way out onto the large stage erected at the head of Croke Park Stadium. Stopping after a couple of steps, a deep sigh escapes Maddix, stretching out arms and legs in some last minute preparation for one of the biggest matches and certainly biggest challenges of his career. Maddix then sets off down the ramp with the jeers of the Irish crowd still surrounding him.

 

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, hailing from Huron, South Dakota...he weighs in at two hundred, twenty two pounds... LANDON... "LA CUCARACHA"... MMMAAAAAAAAADDIIIIIIXXXXXXXXX!!!"

 

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

 

A look of pure focus adorns Maddix's face as he jogs up the steps, entering the ring and holding his arms aloft. More boos greet the gesture. But Maddix doesn't seem to notice, too lost in his own thoughts to care about the fans'.

 

"Welcome back to Smarkdown, where we are set for the big 'challenge match'." Pete confirms, for anyone stupid enough not to know. "That man you see in the ring asked for this match on Lockdown, actually making the challenge to Danny Williams...he all but called Danny out."

 

"This whole deal with Megan's made him lose his grip on reality, Pete." sneers King. "Apparantly, he's trying to prove something to Megan. This certainly isn't the way to go about it. Let's face it, Megan isn't going to wanna manage Maddix when his nose is on the other side of his head."

 

"What if he pulls out a win though?"

 

"C'mon Pete, we both know that's not gonna happen."

 

Removing his jacket, Maddix goes through some more late stretches, eyes fixed up the rampway. Already, as the music fades, the chants are building. Building louder and louder by the second, for what seems longer than the few seconds of silence the fans are bathed in. Until the bass line of In Flames’ “Jester’s Dance” sounds out over the speakers, to a MONSTER pop from the crowd! Maddix tries his best to look undettered, but his breathing already seems noticeably faster and deeper as around him, the chants grow again.

 

"DAN-E!"

"DAN-E!

"DAN-E!"

 

Suddenly, in kick the power chords, cheers going up again all around the stadium as the man himself, Danny Williams, strides through the entrance way. Danny pauses for a moment to get a good look at the opposition awaiting him, before striding down the ramp, oozing confidence.

 

"And his opponent! Hailing from Louisville, Kentucky...weighing in at two hundred and sixty-five pounds... DDAAAAAAAAAAAANN-EEEEEEE... WWWWIIIIILLLLLLIIIAAAAAMMMMSSSSSSSSS!!"

 

"YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

 

As Danny climbs to the apron, Maddix takes himself out of the line of fire by leaving the ring to collect his thoughts on the floor. Danny meanwhile vaults into the ring, to another reception from the fans. Walking casually over across the ring, Danny stares out over the top at Maddix, who is busily trying to psych himself up and doesn't notice Danny peering over him. Maddix eventually turns around and Danny encourages him to get into the ring. But Landon just tells referee Sexton Hardcastle to get the three-time World Champion backed up before going back to his psyching up.

 

"Oh man, Danny looks ready to go here tonight!" enthuses Pete. "Which is nothing but bad news for Landon Maddix!"

 

"Danny's always ready to go. The fact that Maddix tried to punk him out last week is only going to seal his fate here tonight."

 

Danny reluctantly backs up to his corner, while Maddix takes his time over climbing back to the apron. Clearly, Maddix isn't feeling quite so cocky and confident about challenging Danny now that he's seeing him in the flesh. But all the same, Maddix enters the ring. Danny's eyes are transfixed, waiting patiently to finally get his hands on the cocky kid daring to challenge him...

 

"DAN-E!"

"DAN-E!

"DAN-E!"

 

...as are the crowd, solidly in Danny's camp.

 

*DINGDINGDING!*

 

Finally, Hardcastle calls for the bell and the match is underway. Cautiously, Maddix leaves his corner...but, seeing Danny striding towards him, he decides to take another powder. Danny stops in his tracks and sighs with a shake of the head, watching in frustration as his opponent fends off some abuse from the fans nearest him.

 

"DAN-E!"

"DAN-E!

"DAN-E!"

 

"I don't know if these are mind games from Landon or he's just afraid to lock up with Danny, but either way these Dubliners don't like the stalling tactics here."

 

Danny is once more backed into his corner by Hardcastle, while Maddix continues to pace on the floor. But eventually, Danny has had enough. Rolling out of the ring on the referee's blindside, Danny jogs around the ring with Maddix in his sights. The Next Generation is busy arguing with some front row fans as Danny closes in on him, with Landon only just spotting him in time to run away. The chase goes around the side, Maddix rolling into the ring and Danny hot on his heels. As Danny rolls in though, Maddix ambushes him with a quick boot to the side of the head! Danny tries to pull himself up quickly, but Maddix keeps stomping at the side of the head repeatedly to keep him at bay. At least six of the stomps connect with Danny's head, before Maddix reaches down to help Danny to his feet. Grabbing an arm, Maddix then looks for an irish whip. But nothing happens, as Danny puts the brakes on! Maddix tries again, but Danny continues to dig in his heels leaving Maddix powerless to budge the stocky Kentuckian. A third attempt fails too, before Danny charges and buries his knee into Maddix's gut.

 

"Well, Landon had Danny reeling for a moment...but he's screwed now." smiles King confidentally.

 

Taken off his feet, Maddix falls to his knees and instantly tries to beg off. Danny shows no mercy however as he scoops Landon under the armpits, lifting him to his feet and smashing him with a forearm strike! The force of the strike causes Landon's legs to buckle underneath him, his attempts to defiantly stay on his feet failing miserably.

 

"DAN-E!"

"DAN-E!

"DAN-E!"

 

The chants go up again from the impressed crowd as Maddix drags himself wobbling up to his feet, using the ropes for support. Danny watches on, lining up another forearm. But Landon beats him to the punch...

 

 

*SLAP!*

 

"WHOOOOOO!!"

 

...with a knifedge chop. The desperation shot hardly makes a mark on the chiselled chest of Danny Williams however. Despite still seeing stars, Maddix doesn't back down this time, swinging again...

 

 

*SLAP!*

 

"WHOOOOOO!!"

 

...lashing Danny with a second knifedge chop! A slight cringe from Danny subsides, making way for a wry smirk as Maddix finally realises his blows are having little to no effect! Infact, Danny is standing over Landon and daring him to try again and put some effort in this time. Maddix glances around, like a deer caught in headlights, eventually deciding to try again...

 

 

*SLAP!*

 

"WHOOOOOO!!"

 

 

...and again, the chop has no effect!!

 

"What is he DOING!?!" despairs King.

 

"If Maddix is hoping to out-strike Danny Williams, he may very well have lost his grip on reality."

 

Maddix looks back to Danny again, seeing him still standing tall and whining under his breath. He then turns away, looking ready to bail from the ring again...only to then turn on his heels and sprint at Danny. Quick as a flash, Danny ducks his head on Maddix and backbody drops him HIGH over head! Maddix crashes down to earth with a thud, rolling back to his feet instinctively and trying again. This time, Danny sidesteps the charge, buying himself time to measure Maddix on the rebound and fire off a Bionic Elbow that crushes Maddix's head into his shoulders and sends him crumpling to the canvas. And this time, Maddix doesn't get back up. Danny stares down with destain for a moment, before dropping to a knee and making an attempt at a cover...

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

TW...

 

Kickout.

 

Still laid out, Maddix tries to shake out the cobwebs while Danny takes a moment to adjust his elbowpad.

 

"A smart cover from Danny, despite knowing he stood little chance of the win." applauds Pete. "Keeping the pressure on the opponent at all times is a mark of a seasoned veteran."

 

Groggily, Maddix forces himself to get back up moments later. Danny is waiting, spinning a quick 360 on his heels and firing off a Rolling Elbo...NO! Maddix ducks underneath the famous Danny Williams elbow, scooting behind Danny. Hooking his arms underneath the chin, the leaping Maddix plants his knees in Danny's shoulder blades in hope of a Mouth Crushmore Lungblower. Only trouble is, instead of being pulled to the canvas, Williams easily bares Maddix's 220 pounds on his back and blocks the move. Maddix bugs out, right as Danny lurches forward, bucking Maddix off his back like a bronco! Overhead flips Maddix, landing hard on his back again to an audible groan. But, still with all senses intact, he pulls himself up quickly all the same. Danny waits for him to turn, scooping low and pressing Maddix effortlessly overhead! The crowd roar for the show of brute strength, Landon unable to do anymore than beg in vain for a reprieve, as Danny parades him overhead for a few more seconds...before SLAMMING Maddix down to the mat!

 

"Good lord." groans Pete. "Scary strength!"

 

"The scary thing is, Danny's just getting started."

 

Danny is completely in control now, as Maddix clutches his back while retreating into a corner and attempting to gain a breather. No chance of that though, as Danny reaches out and snatches an arm, whipping Maddix out of the corner. The irish whip gets a cheap pop from the Irish crowd, as Maddix hurtles back-first into the opposite corner of the ring, with enough force to rebound himself out towards the centre of the ring. Danny strides towards the stumbling opponent casually, drilling him over the top of the head with another Bionic Elbow! Dazed and confused, Maddix scrambles as best possible out of the ring to break Danny's momentum a little.

 

"DAN-E!"

"DAN-E!

"DAN-E!"

 

"Well, if Landon wasn't regretting his challenge earlier, I do believe he is now."

 

Once again, referee Hardcastle ensures fair-play by keeping Danny across the ring from his opponent to give him mandatory recovery time. Time Maddix could clearly do with, as he wanders aimlessly around ringside looking badly dis-orientated. Danny is growing impatient with the stalling tactics, but doesn't see the need to rush himself and allows Maddix to take his time to climb back to the apron. Rather than enter the ring, Maddix stops on the apron, calling Hardcastle over and gesticulating angrily.

 

"What's he doing here?"

 

"I don't know, King...looks like he's complaining about something."

 

"Wha? Maddix? Complaining? Oh...oh, god, somebody get the defibulator."

 

Maddix continues to argue away with Hardcastle as Danny comes over to see what's going on. Quickly, Maddix leans away from Danny as far as possible, while still yelling at Hardcastle. The look on the ref's face doesn't look too 'believing'. But, he calls over Danny, asking him to hold his right arm out.

 

"Wait, is Hardcastle...checking Danny's elbowpad?"

 

"Uh huh." sighs King. "Oldest trick in the book..."

 

Looking less than pleased at the unneccessary search, Danny rolls his eyes, while Hardcastle pads up and down the pad, looking for any weaponary. But, to little surprise, he's suddenly sent diving for cover, as Maddix flies into view and slams a double axehandle across the out-stretched arm before Danny has chance to pull it out of the way!!

 

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

 

King sighs. "Told ya."

 

Danny curses under his breath and shakes out his arm, but Maddix charges him from behind, using all the strength he can muster to bundle Danny forwards and shoulder first into the turnbuckles! Stumbling back out, Danny is finally in some discomfort and Maddix takes the chance to issue some payback, in the form of a forearm strike! A second rocks Danny back a touch, allowing Maddix to take the arm and wring it out, applying a basic armbar. And by basic, I mean the kind that allows a wrestler like Danny Williams to execute a single legtrip, place his foot on Maddix's chest and simply pull his arm back out of the grip! Before promptly dropping an elbow to the chest!

 

"So much for that." sneers King.

 

Maddix pulls himself up and has finally had enough, hitting the ropes with gritted teeth...

 

 

 

 

...and stopping short.

 

"Hey...IT'S CORTEZ!"

 

Pete cries out in disbelief, as Todd Cortez suddenly appears on the stage...being held back by a plethora of suits and referees. Looking understandably worried, Maddix panics, not wanting to face Cortez's wrath if he gets away. The officials seem to have Cortez under control though, so Maddix turns around to finally complete his charge...

 

 

 

 

 

 

...and getting plucked off with the almighty AXE BOMBER~!

 

"YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

 

"AXE BOMBAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHDDDAANNGGEERRRRUUUUUSSS~!"

 

Favouring his Bomber arm, Danny lounges on top to make the pin attempt, while Cortez is forced by numbers back through the curtain...

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

THREEEE!!

 

*DINGDINGDING!*

 

"Your winner of the match...DANNY WWWIIILLLIIIAAAAMMMMSSSSSSS!!"

 

"Danny wins, Cortez avenges, Maddix logs off."

Edited July 26, 2005 by King Cucaracha