Lockdown Matches That Did Not Win

[Guest OKCoyote]

"Welcome back to SWF Lockdown," hollers Longdogger Pete as the show returns from a commercial break, "your family friendly alternative to sports entertainment!"

 

Pete's counterpart at the broadcast table, the Suicide King, merely groans. "How much did the sponsors pay you to say that?"

 

Pete ignores King and continues talking. "For those of you just joining us, we are here LIVE at the United Center in Chicago, Illinois, and we've got a great show! Later tonight, the SWF Cruiserweight Title will be on the line as JJ Johnson takes on Zyon! But coming up next, an SWF veteran does battle with a rookie, as the returning Tim Dillon takes on newcomer Kevin Coyote in singles action!"

 

"This will be Kevin Coyote's second match in the SWF," says King, "as he faced and defeated Ced Ordonez at SWF Ramadomination."

 

"True," admits Pete, "though that was kind of a tainted win, don't you think?"

 

"A win's a win," is all King has to say.

 

A series of bright white flashing lights brighten the stage as "I'm Alive" by Disturbed hits the speakers. Kevin Coyote emerges on the stage, dressed in blue jeans and a black SWF Lockdown T-shirt, partially covered by an unbuttoned blue jean jacket. He points at a few random jeering fans, spouting out a few choice words that the audio thankfully doesn't pick up. Instead, the audio loudly continues to play his theme as he starts to make his way to the ring.

 

Kevin gets to the bottom of the ramp and slides into the ring, and the ring announcer, Funyon, is ready to introduce the competitor. "The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, from Brunswick, Georgia, weighing in at 225 pounds... KEVIN COYOOOOOOOTEEEEEEE!"

 

"Well, let's take a look back at Kevin Coyote's debut match in Saudi Arabia at SWF Ramadomination," says Pete. The camera image changes to show a recap from the last show, but as the show was a pay per view, the camera shows only still images of the match instead of actual footage. "As you can clearly see," Pete exaggerates, "Ced Ordonez was attacked by a group of faux security guards on his way to the ring, softening him up and giving Kevin Coyote the easy victory."

 

The camera changes back to the present and the match at hand. Disturbed fades out, to be replaced with "Barroom Hero" by the Dropkick Murphys. As green confetti falls from the ceiling and green and orange pyrotechnic explosions go off on either side of the stage, Tim Dillon emerges, appearing onto the stage to the delight of the audience. He throws a few fake punches into the air as he excitedly heads down the ramp.

 

Funyon once again introduces the opponent. "And his opponent, from Limerick, Ireland, weighing in at 219 pounds... TIM DILLLOOOOOOOON!"

 

Tim Dillon makes it into the ring, and Kevin Coyote backs away as Dillon dances a happy little Irish jig in the ring. The fans get into it, but Coyote certainly doesn't, looking on with his head shaking slowly.

 

"Dillon looks like he's ready to go," says Pete.

 

"A little too ready, perhaps," replies King.

 

"Well, at least he wasn't attacked on his way to the ring."

 

As the Dropkick Murphys fade out, Coyote shrugs off his jean jacket and tosses it out of the ring. The referee gets into the ring, and summons both competitors closer, ordering them to shake hands before the match begins. They do so, though Coyote is a little hesitant for a moment. Finally the handshake commences and is over with, Coyote and Dillon take a step away from each other, and the referee signals for the bell so the match can begin.

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

"And here we go!" exclaims Pete.

 

In the ring, the two competitors circle one another for a moment, then they lock up in a standard collar and elbow tie up. Each grappler tries to get leverage over the other, but for the moment they are fairly evenly matched. Coyote breaks the lock, shoving Dillon hard and pushing him back a step. Coyote grabs Dillon by the arm, pulling him closer, then steps aside at the last moment. Dillon runs to the ropes and bounces off, picking up speed and propelling himself back toward Coyote, who is ready to meet the Irishman with a snappy clothesline. Dillon drops backward, but is quickly up again, not willing to go down that easily. Coyote grabs Dillon by the shoulders and lifts him over his head, dropping him back to the mat in a snap suplex that jars the mat. Coyote drops to the mat himself and tries for a quick cover on Dillon.

 

 

ONE!

 

 

TWO!

 

 

Dillon's arm is quickly up at two, and he shoves Coyote out of the way as he gets to his feet.

 

"Kevin Coyote is looking for the early advantage here," says Pete, "trying to use speed as an advantage against a very similar size and style of opponent."

 

Dillon gets back up but Coyote is ready for him, landing a punch to the gut to throw Dillon off balance. Dillon only loses half a step, and is ready for Coyote's second punch, catching Coyote's fist in his hands. Dillon counters with a series of well executed punches in turn, finishing with a leaping knee to Coyote's face. Dillon executes a few steps of his trademark jig, but then quickly takes Coyote down with a clothesline of his own before Coyote can have a chance to recover. The audience applauds with delight at Dillon's signature move.

 

"There's the Irish Fury from Tim Dillon," says Pete.

 

With Coyote on the mat, Dillon changes tactics to some 'ground and pound' fighting, executing several mounted punches to Coyote's upper body, pummeling the rookie while keeping him prone on the mat. Dillon then drops to the mat as well, attempting to pretzel his body atop Coyote's to maneuver into a Boston crab submission, but Coyote resists, rolling violently to his side and shoving Dillon out of the way.

 

"Coyote refuses to be penned in there by Dillon's submission attempt," says Pete, "but Dillon looks even more determined to show the newcomer just who's in charge of this match."

 

Coyote hops back to his feet, dodging and raising his leg in the air just in time to catch a speeding Dillon off guard with a spinning wheel kick. Dillon doesn't go down, but spins around backward, and Coyote charges him, placing his hands across the back of Dillon's neck and shoving the Irishman forward into a facebuster. Dillon's face gets planted squarely on the mat, and the momentum sends Coyote reeling back a few steps, a position he takes advantage of with a well-earned breather.

 

"I don't know about that," King interjects. "It looks to me like this guy might be in charge of the match!"

 

"It's called 'jockeying for position,' King," replies Pete. "You should know this. At this stage of the match it's all about the two competitors assessing each others' strengths and weaknesses."

 

"'Jockeying?' They aren't horses, Pete!"

 

Coyote steps back toward a winded Dillon as the Irishman gets to his feet. Coyote presses his assault, locking an arm around Dillon's and dropping backward, pulling Dillon face first into the canvas once again in a textbook DDT. Coyote sits up quick, then from a sitting position dives backward, smashing an elbow across the center of Dillon's back. Dillon flinches as his back spasms for a fraction of a second, and that fraction is all it takes for Coyote to roll him over into another pinfall attempt.

 

 

ONE!

 

 

TWO!

 

 

Dillon gets his arm up again at two, and the audience reacts with polite applause. Both competitors return to their feet, and Coyote grabs Dillon's arm, attempting to pull him toward the ropes, but Dillon reverses the Irish whip, stopping and sending Coyote into the ropes instead. As Coyote heads for the ropes, Dillon follows, in order to execute some sort of running move after Coyote bounces off the ropes. However, Coyote manages to clasp the ropes with his arms and stop himself from taking off in the other direction, and as Dillon tries but fails to halt his forward momentum, Coyote scoops him up by the waist and tosses him, almost casually, over the top rope. The crowd roars as Dillon drops to the floor below.

 

"Ouch!" squeals a delighted King. "Dillon got taken down hard!"

 

Coyote heads to the ropes and attempts to climb through them in order to pursue his assault of Dillon outside the ring, but suddenly the referee grabs him behind the arm. Coyote stops and stares at the referee, narrowing his eyes, but the ref shakes his head and motions for Coyote to get back inside the ring.

 

"Sorry, Coyote," says Pete. "Fighting outside the ring isn't allowed here on Family Friendly Lockdown!"

 

"There you go again, shilling the slogan," says King. "Is nothing sacred to you?"

 

Instead of allowing Coyote to leave, he begins to count Dillon out for being outside the ropes as Coyote looks on.

 

 

ONE!

 

 

TWO!

 

 

THREE!

 

 

FOUR!

 

 

After "four," Dillon manages to climb back inside the ring and the referee stops the count. Coyote is ready for Dillon again, scoring with a punch to the gut, followed by a Russian leg sweep to send Dillon down to the mat again. Coyote again goes for the cover...

 

 

ONE!

 

 

TWO!

 

 

...and Dillon kicks out.

 

"Coyote is looking awfully aggressive out there!" notes Pete.

 

"He wants to win," says King. "It's that simple."

 

As the two competitors get back to their feet, this time Dillon attempts to reverse Coyote's momentum. Dillon grabs Coyote around the neck in a headlock with one arm, punching him in the face with the other. Coyote reels from the blows, but Dillon presses on, pulling Coyote closer and, in an impressive and uncharacteristic display of strength, lifts Coyote clear over his head! Coyote drops to the mat with a loud THUD behind Dillon. Dillon gets up, does a quick little Irish jig, and then pounds the mat with his boot for good measure.

 

"Nice capture suplex from Tim Dillon," says Pete.

 

"Not that he'd be able to use that move against that many opponents," replies King, "given his size."

 

Dillon tries to apply a cover, but Coyote is one step ahead, quickly snaking one foot around one of the ropes. The referee spots Coyote's action and doesn't even bother to make a count. He merely taps Dillon on the shoulder and motions in the direction of the ropes. Dillon scowls and breaks the cover.

 

"Funny," says King, "that doesn't usually work."

 

Dillon pulls Coyote away from the ropes and wraps his arm around Coyote's neck in another headlock. Dillon stuns Coyote with a quick punch to the face and then locks Coyote in a sleeper hold submission. Coyote struggles to break the hold, feeling his vision blurring and his world graying around the edges just a little bit. After several tense moments Coyote manages to get to his knees and shrug Dillon off him. Coyote climbs back to his feet, but this respite is short lived as Dillon snakes his arms around Coyote's midsection and tosses him back down on the mat in a spinebuster. Coyote is slammed hard on the canvas, and lies still.

 

"Looks like Tim Dillon just took the fight right out of Kevin Coyote with that spinebuster!" says Pete.

 

Dillon assesses the situation, then begins scaling the nearest turnbuckle in preparation for an aerial move.

 

"And now he's going topside!" cries Pete.

 

"Can he do that?" asks King. "Are top rope moves even permitted on Lockdown?"

 

The question soon becomes moot, as it becomes clear that Dillon has no intention of ascending to the top rope. Instead, he climbs to the second rope, bends his knees, and leaps high into the air - a considerable height considering the leap is merely from the middle rope - and drops toward the mat with his leg outstretched to land a second rope leg drop on Coyote... except Coyote, who had appeared lifeless on the mat, suddenly rolls out of the way, causing Dillon to hit the mat hard, missing his target altogether!

 

"Ouch! Looks like Coyote was only playing possum there!" says King.

 

Coyote stands back up with a cocky grin as Dillon attempts to recover from his failed aerial attack. Coyote grabs Dillon by the arm and pulls him violently up to his feet. Coyote pulls Dillon toward the ropes in an Irish whip, and Dillon helplessly ricochets off the ropes, falling prey to a well timed dropkick from Coyote. Dillon crumples to the mat, and Coyote raises an arm, still smiling, trying to get a reaction from the Chicago audience - and does he ever. The audience responds with loud booing, obviously favoring the Irish fan favorite.

 

"I think a change in momentum is coming for Kevin Coyote!" predicts Pete.

 

"Only a change? I think the end is coming for Tim Dillon!" counters King.

 

Coyote drops to the mat for a cover attempt on Dillon, hooking his leg as the audience continues to jeer. The referee kneels down on the canvas as well, and begins the count!

 

 

ONE!

 

 

TWO!

 

 

THR--

 

 

NO! Dillon manages to get his arm up just in time before the three count could be made, and Coyote looks furious, arguing with the referee for a brief moment, holding up three fingers, but the referee is insistent, holding up two fingers of his own. Coyote angrily drives his foot into Dillon's side, but despite breaking the cover, Dillon is not coherent enough to react to the kick or attempt to get up again. Coyote grabs Dillon again by the arms and yanks him roughly to his feet. Dillon stands prone, in a weakened condition, and Coyote punches him hard in the gut. Dillon steps backward and turns his back to Coyote, doubling over in pain. Coyote smiles and creeps closer to Dillon.

 

"I think I see what's coming," says Pete. "Coyote did this to Ced Ordonez in his debut match."

 

Coyote arrogantly taps the stunned Dillon on the shoulder, then when he doesn't react, spins the Irishman around to face him. In the blink of an eye, Coyote's outstretched arm thunders into Dillon's upper body, resulting in a menacing hard clothesline that sends Dillon sprawled out onto the canvas.

 

"And there it is!" hollers Pete. "The Coyote Takedown!"

 

"Brilliant!" shouts King. "Absolutely brilliant. I love this guy's attitude. This one just might go somewhere."

 

Kevin Coyote drops down to the floor one more time and hooks the leg of Tim Dillon, and the referee is right there beside him to make the count.

 

 

ONE!

 

 

TWO!

 

 

THREE!

 

 

DING DING DING!

 

 

Coyote rolls off Dillon, all smiles, as "I'm Alive" once again hits the speakers.

 

"He got him!" says King. "Coyote has defeated Tim Dillon!"

 

"An impressive win for the rookie, Kevin Coyote," agrees Pete, "finishing off Dillon in dramatic fashion with the Coyote Takedown clothesline."

 

Coyote gets back to his feet, and the referee grabs his arm, raising it in victory as Funyon announces the winner. "Here is your winner... KEVIN COYOOOOOOOTEEEEEE!"

 

Coyote pulls away from the referee's grip and makes an arrogant bow to the audience. Then he slides out of the ring and scoops up his jean jacket, pulling it back on as he walks away from the ring. However, as he heads for the ramp, the referee gets his attention, motioning him back to the ring. Coyote scowls and reluctantly heads back into the ring, remembering the Lockdown rule about shaking his opponent's hand after the match.

 

Tim Dillon gets back to his feet, and Coyote hesitantly steps closer, holding out an outstretched hand. But as Dillon reaches for his hand, suddenly, a small ringing sound is heard, and Coyote quickly steps back, holding up a finger as he withdraws a small mobile phone from the pocket of his jean jacket. He immediately puts the phone to his ear and begins chatting away.

 

"What is he doing?" asks King.

 

"He's on the phone already?" wonders an incredulous Pete.

 

Dillon looks stunned, and the referee visibly upset, but Coyote ignores them and the thousands of audience members surrounding him as if they weren't there, happily chatting away on his cell phone to his mysterious caller. After a minute or so, Coyote hangs up the phone and drops it back in his pocket. Then, finally, Coyote gives in and shakes hands with Dillon. The referee then steps between them and raises both their arms, and the audience responds with a polite cheer.

 

"Well, an odd little distraction there," admits Pete, "but a great match between these two!"

 

"I would say so," agrees King.

 

"Coming up next on Family Friendly Lockdown--" Here King groans again at Pete's repetitive use of the full title of the show. "We've got a singles match featuring Matt Myers, followed by our main event matchup with the SWF Cruiserweight Title on the line! Don't go away; we'll be right back, here on Lockdown!"

[Toxxic 0]

I like it.

 

There are two things that I'll pick up on - first, the way Coyote got out of the sleeper could have done with a little more explanation rather than just 'shrugging' Dillon off him. Elbows to the gut, a jawbreaker or something, that sort of thing.

 

Second, the place where I think IL beat you out was on the finish. IL's featured him reversing your finisher into his, which is always good for a pop. Yours saw you get a nearfall off a dropkick (unlikely against someone with Vitality 8), then simply bring Dillon up and hit your own finisher. Basically after he missed the second-rope legdrop Dillon had no offence, and that just isn't that dramatic. In most wrestling matches that feature evenly-matched opponents one guy will get a nearfall or nearly hit a finisher before the other guy picks up the win, and that back-and-forth race to the finish is what builds the final momemtum. One guy dominating the match tends to be more for jobber squashes.

 

But those two points aside (and really, the sleeper is a minor quibble), this was a fine piece of writing! I'm certainly going to be interested to see how you fare against your next opponent, whoever that might be.