Storm Matches That Did Not Win

[Guest OKCoyote]

Damn. Well I sort of rushed this, writing it in about four hours total, but I was pretty happy with it for what it was.

 

Comments welcomed.

 

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"...so here's my theory. I think that all the survivors on the island are really aliens! And they don't realize it because they've got hybrid human/alien DNA!"

 

"You fool. You're confusing Lost with that other show, Invasion."

 

"But it's the only theory that makes sense! It explains... wait, what? Are we back on the air?"

 

"Uh, yeah, it certainly looks that way."

 

"Oh... uh, welcome back to SWF Storm, everybody!" exclaims Longdogger Pete, the SWF's play by play announcer. "We are here live at the sold out Key Arena in Seattle, Washington, and if you're just tuning in, you're just in time for our opening match!"

 

"That's right," replies color commentator Suicide King. "And I know that you're looking forward to this match in particular, aren't you, Pete?"

 

Pete frowns. "It does contain a certain individual that has... caught my interest recently, yes."

 

"You mean, your son," prods King.

 

"Yes, yes, King, I see that little piece of trivia did not escape your attention. Can we get on with things?"

 

A series of white flashing lights illuminates the stage, and "I'm Alive" by Disturbed hits the speakers. The raving Seattle fans, drugged up by caffeine overintake, begin wildly jeering the first competitor of the night, Kevin Coyote, as he emerges onto the stage.

 

In the center of the ring, Funyon, the SWF's esteemed ring announcer, is ready with the introduction. "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, from Brunswick, Georgia, weighing in at 225 pounds... KEVIN... COYOTE!"

 

Another round of boos erupts as Kevin descends the ramp, but he tries his best to ignore them. Interestingly, this time Kevin does not carry his trademark mobile phone in hand, but he does wear his jean jacket down the ramp, and it is a sure bet that the phone is in one of its pockets. Kevin gets to the bottom of the ramp and slides into the ring. He deftly removes his jean jacket, handing it to referee Matthew Kivell to set aside, and then performs a couple of warm up exercises while awaiting his opponent.

 

"Well, here's your boy," says King, "literally. You know, I find it interesting that he continues to wrestle under his contractual name, Kevin Coyote, instead of his real name, Ethan MacDougal."

 

"I find it interesting," says Pete, "that he dares to show his face at all after the events of the last couple of weeks."

 

"You mean the way he beat you down in the ring?" asks King. "Yeah, that was awesome!"

 

Pete glares at King. "Actually, I was referring to his little parking lot ambush. You know, the one that William Hearford allegedly orchestrated?"

 

"Touchy, Pete, touchy," King prods again. "Having some family issues, are we?"

 

"I'm Alive" dies out, and is immediately replaced with the opening of "Blitzkrieg Bop" by the Ramones. The audience gets into this theme, and a cheer goes up from the crowd as Kevin's opponent emerges.

 

"His opponent tonight," announces Funyon, "from Nottingham, United Kingdom... AMY... STEPHENS!"

 

"Speaking of family issues," says King. "Here comes Toxxic's smokin' sister!"

 

"You're the only one 'smoking' around here, King," barbs Pete. "But what you're smoking is clearly anyone's guess."

 

Amy Stephens somewhat pulls off a provocative image despite being dressed casually in a cut off T-shirt and baggy black trousers. (It's most likely the cleavage, but don't let her hear you suggest that!) She bounds down the ramp, carrying a can of lager, and slides into the ring. Quickly ascending to the turnbuckle, she raises the can over her head and leads the audience in the chorus to her theme song.

 

"HEY! HO! LET'S GO!"

"HEY! HO! LET'S GO!"

"HEY! HO! LET'S GO!"

"HEY! HO! LET'S GO!"

 

Amy drops down to the canvas again, takes a swig of her lager, then sets it down. As her music fades out, she turns to face her opponent... but Kevin Coyote is openly laughing at her!

 

"What's his problem?" asks Pete.

 

"I don't think Coyote considers Amy Stephens to be quality opposition," answers King. "He told me before the show that it was just the kind of shoddy booking that William Hearford would be behind!"

 

"But Hearford didn't have any part of this booking," says Pete. "He's been fired!"

 

"Only a technicality around here," says King. "Wouldn't you say?"

 

Amy looks confused by Kevin's reaction. Kevin points at her and then shrugs at the audience, as if to say, "What the hell is this?" He jaws with her for a moment, and though he doesn't have a microphone, the audio manages to pick up four distinct words: "Don't waste my time."

 

Amy, for her part, looks outraged, and immediately paces forward to close the distance between her and Kevin. She swings wildly, connecting with a couple of punches to the upper body that are poorly executed but catch Kevin by surprise. Seeing the action starting up in the ring, Matthew Kivell calls for the bell to ring, signaling the start of the match.

 

DING DING DING!

 

"And we are underway here on Storm!" shouts Longdogger Pete.

 

"Yes, and Amy Stephens is in action, so we've already got an exciting show!" replies Suicide King.

 

Amy continues flailing about with her fists, but Kevin quickly recovers from his initial surprise, stabbing outward with his hands and clasping her wrists. Letting go of her left wrist, Kevin yanks instead on Amy's right wrist with his left hand, pulling her into an Irish whip. Amy starts to move towards the ropes, but manages to hold her ground and reverse the maneuver, sending Kevin running instead. Kevin bounces against the ropes and runs back toward an expectant Amy, who takes a step back and extends one leg, tripping her opponent as he hurries by!

 

Kevin's reaction time remains spot on, as he very quickly returns to his feet, shrugging off Amy's tripping as if it didn't happen. He leaps into the air, wrapping his legs around Amy's shoulders and pulling her to the mat in a headscissor takedown. Amy emits a startled shriek as Kevin's weight pulls her down hard. In an impressive acrobatic display, Kevin stands up, and dives forward into a standing somersault. He finishes the somersault by dropping an elbow across Amy's upper body as he lands on the canvas.

 

"There's something new in Coyote's repertoire," says Pete.

 

"He certainly didn't get that from your arsenal," goads King.

 

Kevin lifts up Amy's leg in a cover attempt, and referee Kivell drops to the mat to make the count.

 

 

ONE!

 

 

TWO!

 

 

NO! Amy gets her shoulders into the air long enough to break the count, and Kevin gets back to his feet in frustration. Amy follows suit a moment later.

 

"First cover of the night by Kevin Coyote," says Pete, "who I think has underestimated the strength of Amy Stephens. He was expecting a pushover, and I don't think he's going to get one."

 

Kevin launches his leg into the air in a spinning wheel kick, but Amy ducks, and charges Kevin, ducking her head down and slamming him in the chest with a headbutt. Kevin staggers backward but doesn't fall over; he manages to retain his footing and instead takes a few steps backward, their combined momentum carrying them into the ropes. Kevin tumbles over the second rope and drops to the floor below. Amy stops short of the ropes and looks down at the fallen Kevin, smiling and taunting her opponent.

 

Kevin leaps to his feet, beginning to get angry. He slides back into the ring, but immediately gets stomped on by the more prepared Amy. Kevin rolls across the canvas to avoid her boots. He wraps his arms around her leg and rolls into her. Amy loses her balance and drops to the mat, where Kevin shoves her onto her back in a roll up. Kivell again makes the count for Kevin.

 

 

ONE!

 

 

TWO!

 

 

TH-- NO! Amy kicks her legs out, breaking the count and shoving Kevin out of her way. Both competitors return to their feet and Amy takes the advantage, pulling Kevin into the start of an Irish whip, then holding him in place and wrapping an arm around his neck, just under his chin. Kivell keeps an eye on the immobilized Kevin but makes no action to stop the maneuver.

 

"Is that a sleeper or a choke?" wonders King.

 

"Whatever it is, the referee is allowing it," says Pete.

 

Kevin tries to shake Amy off, but can't fight the choke hold. Kevin refuses to submit, instead trying a different tactic. Kevin takes a step forward, then another, increasing the distance between the wrestlers. Amy is forced to either break the hold or be carried along with him. She chooses the second option, allowing her feet to leave the mat and pressing her entire weight down on Kevin's back. Kevin continues to trudge forward, step after agonizing step, as the choke hold combined with Amy's extra weight on his back threatens to cut off his oxygen. Finally, when Kevin cannot take the abuse any longer, he lets himself drop backward, slamming Amy hard into the canvas with a SMACK!, crushed under his larger weight.

 

"OH! That had to hurt!" exclaims Pete.

 

The referee checks their positions to see if Kevin has a cover over Amy, but Kevin rolls slightly off Amy after landing, and the referee holds off on a count. Amy lies on her back, silent and still for the moment, the wind knocked out of her. Kevin frees himself from her vise like grip, sitting up on the mat to catch his own breath. As Kevin starts to stand back up, he turns around and is stunned to find that Amy is getting up as well!

 

"Amy Stephens is showing surprising resiliency against her opponent," notes Pete. "It must run in the family."

 

"Yeah, and Coyote's a cocky son of a bitch," chuckles King. "That must run in the family too."

 

A furious Kevin balls his left hand into a fist and comes after Amy, attempting to connect with an over hand punch. Kevin swings wide, and Amy manages to duck the first punch, but the second connects just under her chin, and Amy is propelled backward with violent force, landing in a heap on the mat.

 

"OH!" hollers Pete. "Kevin just took Amy out!"

 

"I think he may have dislocated her jaw!" says King.

 

Amy lies motionless on the mat, and Kevin raises his arms in triumph, playing to the crowd. The keyed up Seattle audience is not amused, and they certainly let him hear it with a raucous chant that rocks the arena:

 

"KEV - IN SUCKS!"

"KEV - IN SUCKS!"

"KEV - IN SUCKS!"

 

"I don't think they like him very much," says King.

 

"Of course not!" says Pete. "You just don't treat a woman like that, under any circumstances!"

 

"No? I seem to recall you doing far worse to Mistress Sarah in a steel cage, once upon a time."

 

"King, you are asking for trouble tonight," Pete warns.

 

Kevin finally approaches the fallen Amy again and gets down on his knees to make a cover, but as he leans over Amy, her eyes suddenly flutter open, and she drives her fist hard into Kevin's groin! Kevin's eyes roll back, and he doubles over in pain.

 

"Whoa! Looks like Amy was playing possum," says King.

 

"And Coyote had his back to the referee," adds Pete, "blocking his view of Amy's low blow! Vicious but effective!"

 

Amy gets to her knees, rubbing her jaw as she does so. Her jaw doesn't seem to have been dislocated, but some bruising is forming -- she took Kevin's punch a lot better than she let on. Amy stands up and backs away from Kevin, who continues to writhe in pain on the mat. Amy climbs through the ropes, and ascends to the second turnbuckle in the nearest corner of the ring.

 

"What's she doing now?" asks King.

 

"Looks like an aerial move," says Pete.

 

With the crowd behind her, cheering her on, Amy leaps from the second rope, and dives straight at Kevin, dropping an elbow across his midsection!

 

"There's a second rope elbow drop from Amy Stephens," says Pete, "who is impressing us tonight with her in ring ability!"

 

"Speak for yourself," mutters King. "I still say she's no Toxxic."

 

Amy gets into position to make her first pinfall attempt on Kevin. She motions to the referee to make sure he's watching, and hooks Coyote's leg. Kivell watches the maneuver and makes the count!

 

 

ONE!

 

 

TWO!

 

 

THR-- NO! Kevin extends his arm at the last moment and makes a grab for the bottom rope, wrapping his fist around it. Kivell stops the count and forces Amy to break the pinfall attempt due to the rope break. Amy clambers off Kevin, and after catching his breath, Kevin gets back to his feet. Kevin picks up speed again, running toward Amy and striking with an elbow smash. Amy deflects the elbow but falls victim anyway when Kevin grabs her by the shoulders and drops her backward in a DDT. Kevin rolls atop Amy and makes another pinfall attempt.

 

 

ONE!

 

 

TWO!

 

 

THR- NO! Surprisingly, Amy powers out of the cover, turning over and actually rolling atop Kevin. The referee makes another count, this time in Amy's favor.

 

 

ONE!

 

 

TWO!

 

 

NO! Kevin gets a shoulder up, then attempts to swipe at Amy, but Amy easily deflects the punch, forcing his arm back down as she continues to keep him very nearly pinned to the mat. Amy leans her face close to Kevin's, almost as if leaning in to kiss him, but before she gets quite that close, she opens her mouth, smiling and then mimicking a biting motion. Kevin growls at Amy, and shoves her body off his.

 

"I don't understand Coyote. I would love to be in that position right now," says King. "Do you see the sexual tension between these two?"

 

"King, I'm pretty sure that isn't what that was," Pete assures him.

 

"Of course it is! Look at the look on Amy's face! She wants him, I'm telling you!"

 

"King, she's sleeping with Landon Maddix."

 

"...oh."

 

Both competitors are back up, and Kevin Coyote tries to take advantage by grabbing Amy into a neckbreaker, but at the last possible second, Amy counters the move, shoving Kevin away and then leaping up with a dropkick to knock him over. Kevin lands face down on the mat, and Amy capitalizes, standing atop Kevin's back and grabbing his wrists, then dropping into a sitting position, holding Kevin over her in a sitting surfboard maneuver, eliciting a cry of pain from Kevin but a whoop of approval from the Seattle fans.

 

"Nice!" hollers King. "See, I told you there was sexual tension there!"

 

Pete shakes his head in disgust. "King, you wouldn't know sexual tension if it walked up and bit you on the ass." Then Pete thinks better of his own comment. "Actually, I take that back. In that one unlikely circumstance, I guess you would."

 

"I just love watching women wrestle," King explains. "Don't you?"

 

"Well... as a matter of fact, yes. I can't argue with that one."

 

Amy releases the surfboard and rolls Kevin over for another cover.

 

 

ONE!

 

 

TWO!

 

 

THRE- NO! This time it looks close but Kevin just barely manages to get his shoulder up, knocking Amy off balance. Amy looks unfocused for a moment, and Kevin uses the time to get back up before she can react. Kevin grabs her by the shoulders and throws her hard toward the ropes in frustration. Amy takes only a few steps before halting her forward momentum, but meanwhile, Kevin runs in the opposite direction, picking up speed by allowing himself to hit the ropes, then propelling himself back to Amy, launching a leg in the air and delivering a gruesome high kick to the face. Amy turns around suddenly, covering her face in pain, but Kevin doesn't stop there. Kevin attempts to grab Amy by the waist, but Amy darts to the side and Kevin comes up with a handful of air. He tries again, a little more accurately this time. Kevin still doesn't get her waist, but manages to get his fist around the bottom of Amy's T-shirt. Kevin pulls on the shirt to force Amy close to him, then places his leg in front of hers, and pulls her backward in a Russian leg sweep! There is a loud tearing sound as the two drop to the mat, and when Kevin bounces back up, he is stunned to find the T-shirt still in his hand!

 

"Whoops," offers Pete.

 

"Whoops?" asks King. "I think Coyote may have just done us all a favor!"

 

Amy quickly jumps to her feet to take account of the situation, and the camera zooms in to get a close up shot. She looks down at herself and then at Kevin in surprise. Sure enough, Kevin has managed to tear her shirt completely off, and so Amy stands in the middle of the ring shirtless, with only her bra keeping her rather impressive cleavage from total exposure, and not entirely getting the job done at that. Somewhat embarrassed, Amy attempts to fold her arms over herself. At this turn of events, the Seattle audience goes completely wild, understandably, but a close up shot of Amy's face shows the home viewers that she is definitely not amused.

 

Amy steps toward Kevin, reaching out for the T-shirt, but he casually tosses it over the side of the ring, watching it sail to the floor. He looks back at Amy and winks at her.

 

"Well, now he's done it," says Pete. "He's made her really angry."

 

Amy Stephens looks enraged as she charges toward Kevin Coyote, intent on restoring at least some of her pride and coming out of this match with her dignity intact. She very quickly snakes out her leg in front of Kevin to trip him up, then whips herself backwards, taking Kevin down with her in a snap DDT.

 

"Amy calls that the Double D T," informs Pete.

 

"Ironic," is King's only comment.

 

Kevin starts to get back up, but, fast as a missile, Amy is atop her opponent, shoving him back down with a Lou Thesz press. She sits atop Kevin, pummeling him left and right with simple but effective mounted punches. The last of said punches is to the face, and it knocks Kevin insensate, at least for the time being. Amy rolls off Kevin and gets back to her feet, and another cheer rises up from the Seattle audience.

 

"This could be a major turning point in this match," says Pete. "I think Amy Stephens may have just snapped!"

 

Amy steps toward the ropes, considering retrieving her shirt for a moment, then she stops and glances around at the thousands of screaming fans, listening as they begin to chant, and craning an ear to listen more closely and attempt to make out their words...

 

 

...

 

 

"SHOW YOUR TITS!"

"SHOW YOUR TITS!"

"SHOW YOUR TITS!"

 

Amy's mouth drops, looking shocked, but it is a sly, mockingly playful kind of shock that could only be displayed by a beautiful fan favorite. She waggles her finger in the air, as if to say "Don't be silly." She takes a look back at Kevin, who seems to be starting to regain his senses. She frowns again, then begins running.

 

"What's she doing?" asks King, but Pete has no words for him.

 

Amy runs at Kevin but at the last moment she darts past him, heading for the ropes instead. She leaps into the air and lands on the second rope, pushing off with her feet and propelling herself back to Kevin, slamming her legs into him with an aerial scissor kick that drops him back to the canvas!

 

"That's the Vodka Kick!" hollers Pete. "And mighty impressive looking coming off the ropes like that."

 

"It looks even more impressive with her being shirtless like that," notes King.

 

Amy appears to have the match locked down, and with the Seattle audience still ringing in her ears, she hooks Kevin's leg for a pinfall attempt.

 

 

ONE!

 

 

TWO!

 

 

THREE!

 

 

NO!!! At the very last instant Kevin gets his shoulder up and referee Matthew Kivell stops the count. Amy looks furious and holds up three fingers in protest, but Kivell holds two fingers up, shaking his head.

 

"I can't believe he kicked out of that!" shouts Pete.

 

Slowly, but assuredly, Kevin Coyote gets back up to his feet, much to the dismay of a stunned Amy Stephens! Amy leaps toward Kevin to do some more damage, but Kevin is ready with another elbow smash, this time connecting harshly in the face and causing Amy to spin around, turning her back to Kevin. Kevin smiles, raising an arm in the air in triumph.

 

"Oh, this can't be good," says Pete.

 

Kevin reaches out and taps the dazed Amy on the right shoulder, though she is too groggy to respond. Kevin then grabs her by the shoulder and spins her around forcefully, looking his opponent straight in the eye before lashing out quickly and violently with his left arm, resulting in a hard clothesline that sends her sharply down to the mat, where she lies flat.

 

"Coyote Takedown!" exclaims Pete. "And that has to be it for Amy Stephens!"

 

Kevin wastes no time after hitting his finisher, dropping to the mat and covering Amy as Matthew Kivell gets in position to make the count!

 

 

ONE!

 

 

TWO!

 

 

THREE!

 

 

DING DING DING!

 

"He did it!" exclaims King. "Don't trust a woman to do a man's job, that's what I say."

 

"I'm Alive" kicks in on the speakers again and Kevin rolls off Amy, raising his fist again in victory. As Kevin stands up, Kivell holds his arm up, and Funyon confidently announces the victor of the match.

 

"Here's your winner as a result of a pinfall," hollers Funyon on the microphone. "KEVIN... COYOTE!"

 

"Well, it looks like your boy got it done!" shouts an excited King. "Show the guy some respect!"

 

Pete says nothing else to King. He simply continues to watch as Kevin celebrates in the ring, barely noticing as a dejected Amy Stephens crawls out of the ring to retrieve her shirt. She does so, but upon seeing that it's torn too badly to put back on, she merely wraps it around herself and holds it in place as she makes her way slowly back up the ramp.

 

Suicide King has a gleam in his eye as he watches his partner at the broadcast table, the estranged biological father of the match's winner.

 

"Nothing to say?" he smirks.

[Guest Evolution]

I'll go ahead and comment. Looked like it was rushed and inspired me of some of my rush jobs. Lots of back-and-forth action here kinda soured it for me, there was never really an established heel heat or babyface fire portion, it just went back and forth. I enjoyed the gimmicks in this match--the cleavage, the LOST reference--but as a wrestling match I felt that Toxxic's was more entertaining. Good show for a rush job, though.

[Toxxic 0]

A couple of things that stood out for me:

 

a) Unless it was a big, big match like a title match or something like that, I'd always ask before I kicked out of an opponent's finisher. As it is Amy's no main-eventer and the effect of things is a bit less definite, but I'd say it's something to bear in mind.

 

b) Kevin went from just barely kicking out of the Vodka Kick to staving her face in with an elbow smash, then posing cockily before hitting the Coyote Takedown. It just didn't seem to me like you sold the move at all after the pin.

 

c) Amy really wouldn't play to the crowd in the 'I'm only in my bra' respect. I'm trying as hard as I can to make her the opposite of most female wrestlers (WWE ones at least), in that yes she has breasts, but she doesn't use what sexuality she has. She turns up, she kicks ass, she leaves. Look at her tits and she'll hit you. Granted I haven't stated that though, so I may go and alter the stats profile a little.

 

I'm not going to comment on the rest of the match because given that I wrote my match in the way I wanted, I'm probably likely to think that it unfolded better than yours, simply because everything happened how I wanted it to. Those are a couple of main points I thought of though.

[Guest OKCoyote]

As I said, I was happy with it for what I managed to get done in a short time I had available. And I realized as soon as I saw Toxx's match which one was better, because that match succeeded in hooking me right from the beginning.

[Bruce Blank 0]

A couple of things that stood out for me:

 

a) Unless it was a big, big match like a title match or something like that, I'd always ask before I kicked out of an opponent's finisher. As it is Amy's no main-eventer and the effect of things is a bit less definite, but I'd say it's something to bear in mind.

I see people kicking out of finishers all the time

 

you telling me they ALL asked before they did it for Storm/Lockdown/Smarkdown/PPV non-main events?

[Guest The Satanic Angel]

A couple of things that stood out for me:

 

a) Unless it was a big, big match like a title match or something like that, I'd always ask before I kicked out of an opponent's finisher. As it is Amy's no main-eventer and the effect of things is a bit less definite, but I'd say it's something to bear in mind.

I see people kicking out of finishers all the time

 

you telling me they ALL asked before they did it for Storm/Lockdown/Smarkdown/PPV non-main events?

 

This is how Toxx and Kibs were able to build the Dangerlust and Demonstar Driver as such lethal moves. They were un-kickout-able unless specified by their creators. Kicking out of a finisher makes it ... not a finisher. Writers shouldn't even consider having a wrestler kick out of a finisher unless it's a BIG deal.

[Bruce Blank 0]

that's not what I meant, those are two SPECIFIC finishers - not just "finishers in general" like here

 

if it's a "OMGWTFRIPURDEAD!" move then write that in your profile so that everyone knows it's supposed to be the Pedigree of the SWF and you don't kick out without a PM first. If it's not in the profile that this is like "teh movez" then I say it's fair game.

 

and my comment was - how many times has someone PM'ed someone else about kicking out of a finisher? I've never gotten a PM on the matter - now I don't remember if it's happened in a match I've lost but you'd think that in like almost 30 matches one opponent somewhere would have written a kick out to the Blank Bomb or the Sweet Home Alambama win or lose.

 

I'm saying that it may be preached - but it's not practiced.

[HollywoodSpikeJenkins 0]

The I Just Broke Your Neck is a pretty big move too!

 

 

Come on! Respect meeee!

[Toxxic 0]

that's not what I meant, those are two SPECIFIC finishers - not just "finishers in general" like here

 

if it's a "OMGWTFRIPURDEAD!" move then write that in your profile so that everyone knows it's supposed to be the Pedigree of the SWF and you don't kick out without a PM first. If it's not in the profile that this is like "teh movez" then I say it's fair game.

 

and my comment was - how many times has someone PM'ed someone else about kicking out of a finisher? I've never gotten a PM on the matter - now I don't remember if it's happened in a match I've lost but you'd think that in like almost 30 matches one opponent somewhere would have written a kick out to the Blank Bomb or the Sweet Home Alambama win or lose.

 

I'm saying that it may be preached - but it's not practiced.

 

 

Well, I never wrote Toxxic as kicking out of a finisher. He was Vitality 4, and that would just be stupid; his strength lay in avoiding people's moves, not taking them and then kicking out. TORU I could have got away with it, but I'd have saved it for a big match. As it was I never wrote for that big match (the Cold Front Classic against J3 is the only one that comes to mind as being that big, and for that I gave him permission -in fact suggested- that he kick out of the Shooting Star Press). Amy isn't really a kick-out type person either I wouldn't say.

 

In fact, I don't remember anyone kicking out of any of Toxxic's finishers unless I wrote them to do so. Granted, Toxx didn't lose much anyway, but in general it seemed that you could write someone else to kick out of your finisher, but you wouldn't kick out of someone else's. In fact I remember that in the World Title match that I lost to Johnny, I threw a bit of a hissy fit because he'd made Toxxic kick out of the MI Slam when my stats specifically stated that he would NOT kick out of ANY finisher (WC came to Johnny's rescue by pointing out that the MI Slam is a pussy move, which amused me no end).

 

So, yeah. Maybe it's not practiced anymore. However, I at least would still be real hesistant about kicking out of a finisher unless you had at least Vitality 6 anyway, or if it's a real weak move (you can't actually convince me that a Lionsault is a finisher). It's certainly not worth doing for a free TV show, I'd say. Not unless you're like old-school Silent with Vitality 10 and maxed out on painkillers, or something.

[zyon 0]

Yeah I'm with Toxx. I'd say vitality matters, but even with a high vitality I think people should still ask before they do it. I don't think I've ever kicked out of someone's finisher unless they wrote me to do so, or I asked.

 

As for it not being practiced. I haven't noticed that at all. I'd say people only kick out of finishers if it's a feud, a title match, or the person has permission. Now granted you probably do see people kick out of others finishers, but that's only when the writer has the opponent kick out of their own finisher. Now countering or dodging is free game, but kicking out of finishers without permission or reason to do so, is stupid and kinda shows a blatant disrespect for your opponent.

 

Yes disrespect in writing an imaginary match...brilliant, but true non the less. So I basically agree with Toxx.

[Toxxic 0]

I suppose the deal with old-school Silent was his stats specifically stated that he WOULD kick out of your finisher ("Your finisher no-sold. Yes, your finisher. It'll take more than a sheer-drop whatever to put Silent down"). Now, I'm not saying that was a good thing, but at least it was there in the open.

[zyon 0]

Since I have no idea who Silent is, it's ok. But it does sound like the coolest thing ever. Just from those quotations. Which begs the question. Could Silent no sell the Demonstar Driver or whatever it's called.

[Toxxic 0]

Silent was a name used by Nathaniel Kibagami, who used the Demonstar Driver. And he used it because way back when, his neck was broken by it when it was used by Edwin MacPhisto under the name James Canterbury, and Silent/Nathaniel pursued him to the SWF years later...

 

...ah fuck it. Go and do searches on the boards and read Genesis III and IV.

[Angel_Grace_Blue 0]

And I'd like to point out that the Silencer could not kick out of any finisher, because he sucked.

 

No heel that is a member of Prime Evil (Pretty much the first creepy-type heel stable) should have Bon Jovi's "It's My Life" as entrance music, yet Silencer did. Verily, it dost strike fear into the cockles of many a man's heart.

[devo 0]

Let me also add that Silencer came close to sabotaging my SWF career, as I was constantly teamed with him and he was an absolute slug to work with.

[muzz 0]

That's the very reason I only formed a real, solid tag team once.

[Toxxic 0]

I'd like to point out that Muzz is the best tag team partner I've ever had, as on the two or three occasions we teamed he a) didn't suck, b) always wrote and c) didn't get blocked from the board for three months for no apparent reason.

 

You go, Muzz.

[JHawk 0]

I think the only time I ever wrote myself to kick out of an opponent's finisher on a non-PPV was the International Title tournament finals vs. Johnny Dangerous.

 

My match lost that night.

 

Think about it.

[The Ill One 0]

Yeah, finishers are a touchy subject for the most part. Because a lot of people may not have little notes about how lethal their finishers are because they figure finishers are a sacred thing. To me, there's only three reasons a finisher shouldn't end a match (excluding interferences, etc)- a) it's a submission, b) it's a big spot/moment in the match, c) it fits in with the wrestling logic to kick out/no-sell.

 

a) Well, submission finishers can always be written as avoided by grabbing the ropes. It doesn't undermine the finisher and you can always write how the opponent was either desperate or as a reversal so they didn't drag them to center of the ring.

 

b) Read the end of Genesis III's LMS between Raynor and MacPhisto. Old school Silent doesn't have shit on those two at the very end. But that fits because anything less and it would've been a disappointment (plus Raynor -who wrote the bulk of it if I remember right- and MacPhisto are fan-fuckin'-tastic writers so it worked).

 

c) This one is pretty "iffy" and I feel dirty for explaining it, but I'll try. Remember in Arn Anderson matches when he would work the arm forever and then won with a surprise rebound spinebuster? Well let's say we have Erek Taylor (who had a very low vitality in exchange for charisma) versus Manson (who has an eight for vitality or at least used to). The whole match, for whatever reason, Taylor has been beating the shit out of Manson's legs but then hits a super-duper DDT. It's pretty believable to see Manson kicking out as he has such a high vitality and it was a relatively weak finisher to the head.

 

Or if you try to, and God bless your heart for this, write a Puroresu match then finishers aren't nearly as sacred. It can take up to three folding powerbombs, two Western Lariots, etc to get the win. Now I can look forward to Danny elbowin' the taste outta' my mouth for even trying to cover this.

 

So in conclusion- don't fuck with finishers unless you have a good, solid reason or permission.

 

Oh yeah, Silencer was the biggest badass to come out to Bon Jovi, it's true. Because, you know, he was the only one to ever come out to Bon Jovi.