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[zyon 0]

“I’M BORN!!!”

 

“I’M ALIVE!!!”

 

SWF returns from another boring mandatory commercial, just in time for the beginning of “Vitamin.”

 

“Welcome back folks. Last week Zyon and Akira Kaibatsu put on a gorgeous contest with Akira picking up the upset victory.”

 

“Upset. Oh c’mon Pete lets add a bit more flare than that. Akira “pulled a Zyon,” is what many in the SWF said. For those unaware or mentally insufficient, “pulling a Zyon” is picking up an upset victory, BUT WITH FEELING!”

 

“What can I say? King when you’re right…”

 

“When I’m right I’m going to shove it in your face.”

 

The stuffed MTS Center explodes for the former cruiserweight champion who essentially leaps through the curtain, hopping around in place. Peering through the anxious Winnipeg audience, Zyon salutes the crowd before sprinting down the ramp.

 

“Hey Pete wouldn’t you say Zyon looks a bit naked tonight?”

 

“Clever, King. Really clever of you to point out that Zyon is no longer the cruiserweight champion even though everyone was able to watch it last week, along with the thirty replays that span over eight channels.”

 

“Wow Pete, somebody is slurping the hateorade.”

 

Bounding on to the ring apron, Zyon flips over the top rope, landing perfectly on his feet. The Unique Youth opts to skip his ceremonial taunt, and instead chooses to retreat into a random turnbuckle.

 

“It seems Zyon isn’t in the mood to cater to the audience tonight?”

 

“That could be correct King. Nobody predicted that the Divine Wind would decimate the radical youth like he did. It was a fantastic match, but in all honesty, Akira came in with a full proof strategy, and executed it with precision.”

 

“And if you save yourself . . .you will make him happy”

 

 

“HE’LL KEEP YOU IN A JAR, AND YOU’LL THINK YOU’RE HAPPY!”

 

“The rare sounds of “Sappy” are sure to pump this crowd up even more.”

 

Longdogga is right as the new cruiserweight champion and his manager push pass the black curtain.

 

“Kaibatsu sure looks comfortable with that belt.” King remarks.

 

The all-star manager, Mr. Kobe calmly talks strategy with his client, Akira Kaibatsu. It’s mainly a one sided conversation as the Japanese import nods his head from moment to moment, concentrating on the task at hand.

 

“YEEEEAAAAAHH!”

 

The crowd is surprisingly erupting for the Divine Wind, who usually never communicates with the audience.

 

“It seems the crowd has taken toward the new cruiserweight champion.”

 

“Well with the last one being Zyon, I of all people have taken to him.”

 

Entering the ring the wrestler/manager duo, nonchalantly retreat into a random corner, awaiting further instructions.

 

“Man this bogus, these two do not deserve BOXING STYLE INTROS two weeks in a row.”

 

The announcing behemoth, “Don’thaveafirstname” Funyon reaches for a mic, almost crushing it in the process.

 

“This match is one fall, with a SIXTY MINUTE TIME LIMIT! It is for the SWF CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP OF THE WORLD!”

 

“YEEEEAAAAAAHH!”

 

The audience screams while King questions the authenticity of that announcement.

 

“Of the world? When was the last time the cruiserweight title was defended in Germany, Japan, Korea, Doomtopia, Unknown Residence?”

 

“It’s been defended in all of those areas except the last two. Even though, Unknown Residence is quite popular amongst the fed.”

 

“Yeah I heard they have good chilly.”

 

The five star WRESLTING commentators continue to debate about chilly, while Funyon almost breaks a blood vessel in his neck.

 

“First the challenger. To my right, he hails from ELKHART, INDIANA. Weighing in at 200 lbs. He is the UNIQUE YOUTH, ZYYYYYYON!!!!!”

 

“YEEEEAAAAHHWHOOOOYEAH!”

 

The crowd explodes for the former champ who takes an arrogant bow.

 

“And to my left. Accompanied to the ring by Mr. Kobe. He comes to us from SENDAI, JAPAN. Weight in at 195 lbs, the SWF CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION, HE IS THE DIVINE WIND Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkiiiiiiiiiirrrrrraaaaaaaa Kaaaaaiiiibbbbbbattttssu!”

 

“WHOOOOYYYYYYEEAAAH!”

 

The crowd also erupts for the honorable Akira Kaibatsu who simply rolls his shoulders. That’s right he doesn’t even hoist his title up or anything…that’s some kind of will power.

 

“If this match is anything like last week’s, we are in for a treat.”

 

“Or a pounding headache. Sometimes I swear, they move too fast. And in Zyon’s case, move to only blow a spot.”

 

DING DING DING!!!!

 

Catching the atmosphere off guard, referee Nick Soapdish immediately signals for the bell.

 

“And we are off.”

 

The two cruiserweights approach each other exchanging words. Zyon looks completely dumbfounded by Akira’s language. Figuring that speaking to the youth is a lose cause; Akira simply extends his hand, respectfully. Rolling his eyes, the youth takes the hand, hoping that this is the only handshake of the night.

 

“Last week these two went through a startling amount of handshakes.”

 

Noticing Zyon’s right leg, Akira attempts to finish what he started last week, shooting downward for a takedown. The youth staggers backward, avoiding the attack, dropping down to lock the Divine Wind down in a waist lock. Akira tries to grind his way out of his position, but Zyon has the higher ground, thus giving him the advantage, or so one would think. Using his superior strength, Akira rolls to the left, landing on top of Zyon, pinning his shoulders to the mat.

 

ONE…

 

“Far too early.” Pete calls it.

 

Zyon forces himself to his feet by bridging up and twirling. During this twirl, Akira has found himself the victim of a standing head scissor. Zyon looks to hoist his opponent upward, but the cruiserweight champion pushes off, and spinning out. Hooking his leg behind Zyon’s, the Divine Wind drives his body backward, slamming Zyon into the mat with a Russian leg sweep!

 

“Is it just me Pete, or does Zyon look a tad bit slower?”

 

“King you could be right. Zyon’s right leg did take sufficient damage last week.”

 

Both men roll away from each other, rising to their feet. Akira lunges toward the youth for another takedown. This time, Akira latches on to the former champion with a double leg, but Zyon stops the actual takedown by falling back into the turnbuckle. With the two individuals tied up, referee Nick Soapdish orders the two to break…cleanly. Cautiously, the Divine Wind rises, searching for a Zyon cheap shot. Happy to see his cheerful challenger blocking his face, Akira simply retreats, giving Zyon a chance to compose himself.

 

“I would of knocked his block off.”

 

“Yeah King we know.” Pete deadpans well aware of Suicide King’s tactics.

 

Rushing from the corner, Zyon reaches for Akira’s hand, but the rookie import pulls away. Persistent, the Divine Wind reaches for Zyon’s right leg, but the youth moves it out of Akira’s grasp. Realizing this is one of those feeling out processes, Zyon does just that.

 

“CRACK!!”

 

He feels Akira’s face with his forearm! With the new champion stunned, Zyon seeks to take his opponent’s head off with a lariat, but the speedy Divine Wind ducks, sneaking behind Zyon, and locking him in a reverse waist lock. Keeping his head low, Akira assures his safety from the oncoming elbow.

 

“SWISH!”

 

See. Zyon is no brute, but he tries his damnest to break Akira’s grip with muscle. With his grasp budging away slowly, Akira hoists Zyon backward for a German suplex, but the youth will have none of that. Squeezing Akira’s hips, Zyon wraps his legs around the Asian Underground member before rolling forward, doing what he can to surprise Akira with a pin. However, Akira is the one full of surprises as he stops Zyon’s momentum, stepping over and dropping to his ass. Unaware of Akira’s true intentions, Zyon struggles to break free as the Divine Wind locks the youth down with a simple leg lock…ON THE RIGHT LEG!!

 

“YEEEAAAHH!”

“Such ruckus over a leg lock?”

 

“King look what leg it’s on.”

 

“Oh yeah. Pete way to prove you have no life by the way.”

 

“I’m just doing my job, King.”

 

“Bullshit. I have it on good authority that you sleep with a videotape of the famous Bret Hart vs. Steve Austin submission match. Fricking weirdo. No wonder why your kid turned out so bad.” King absolutely burns his partner in crime.

 

The crowd can feel the early desperation as Zyon claws his way toward the ropes, gripping the bottom one.

 

“Break it!”

 

Soapdish orders, to which Akira immediately obliges. Preparing for another onslaught of action, Akira’s stance is that of a shoot wrestler. Zyon on the other hand, serenely stretches his leg out, even hopping in place to prove that his right leg is quite sufficient. Grinning from ear to ear, Zyon charges forward putting emphasis on his right leg, continuing to prove that his leg is fine. Stopping Zyon dead in his tracks, the Divine Wind rolls toward the youth, ending up behind Zyon. Lunging for a grapple, Akira’s eyes grow as Zyon leaps forward, extending his legs, stabbing the cruiserweight champion with a mule kick. Rolling through, Zyon rushes back to his feet, while Akira clutches his sternum, doubled over. Hooking Akira in a front face lock, Zyon hoists his opponent backward, dropping him with a snap suplex. Rising to his feet, Zyon forces Akira back to his feet by his mask, firing off a standard right hand. Just like the karate movies he used to watch, Akira catches the fist, countering with a blistering overhand chop!

 

“SMACK!”

 

“WHOOOOOO!”

 

The young American cruiserweight clutches his chest as the young Japanese cruiserweight latches on to Zyon’s hand, Irish whipping him across the ring. Stutter stepping, Zyon leaps forward, springing off the middle rope, twisting through the air, and killing the atmosphere with a dazzling clothesline! The atmosphere takes the entire blow since the evasive cruiserweight champion once again rolls forward, dodging the rebound. Hustling back to his feet, Akira pounces on Zyon, trapping him in a reverse waist lock.

 

“These two are looking to tear the house down once again.”

 

“Tear the house down? Sorry that’s saved for the rare six man later tonight. These two are just the opening act.”

 

“You do know Tool once opened up for Nickelback, right?

 

“That’s blasphemy and you know it.”

 

While Zyon and Akira joust for position, the Canucks decide to have their voices heard.

 

“LET’S GO ZYON! CLAP CLAP CLAP!”

 

“AKIRA, AKIRA, AKIRA!”

 

The unorganized duel chant breaks out just as Zyon performs a standing switch! Akira now finds himself struggling to break free as he stomps his way toward the ropes. Unsure of his opponent’s motive, the Unique Youth decides to hold on for the ride until Akira, who shoots low sending Zyon out of the ring, between the top and middle rope, rudely slings him off. Zyon’s feet are the first to touch the thin mats, and his eyes are second to make a reaction. Watching his fearless opponent climb the turnbuckle, Zyon mentally challenges the cruiserweight champion to make a move. Perched on the top rope, Akira hesitates leaving everyone in the arena confused. Even Mr. Kobe has no idea what the Divine Wind has planned.

 

“Akira would be a fool to continue this course of action. Zyon is well prepared for what’s to come.” King makes a good point.

 

Zyon’s eyes lock in on Akira who LEAPS off the turnbuckle. Refusing to give the Divine Wind the benefit of a doubt, Zyon moves away from the landing…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

…The would be landing that is. Unknown to Zyon, Akira leaped from the top rope to the middle rope, SPRINGING OFF THE MIDDLE ROPE WITH AN ASAI MOONSAULT THAT CRUSHES ZYON TO THE FLOOR!!!

 

“Holy Shit!”

 

A small chant breaks out, mainly from those in the front row.

 

“A double jump Asai moonsault. Where did he get that from?” Pete is astounded by the maneuver.

 

“OBVIOUSLY, a Chuck Norris film.” King excitedly answers.

“King…” Pete is speechless.

 

The MTS Center is up in arms as Akira and Zyon lay on the floor. Referee Nick Soapdish decides to start his count wickedly late…yeah it’s definitely coming out of his paycheck.

 

ONE

 

TWO

 

THREE

 

Akira barely phased from his own suicidal aspiration, rises back to his feet, pumping his fist toward the audience. Mr. Kobe can only shake his head, recognizing that his client might be losing focus. Grabbing Zyon by his sweat soaked hair, the Divine Wind CATCHES A FOREARM!

 

“Zyon comes back after falling to that amazing Asai moonsault.”

 

Latching on to Akira’s wrist, Zyon plants his foot, whipping Akira toward the steel ring steps.

 

FOUR

 

FIVE

 

The Divine Wind’s grip does not break however, as he counters sending Zyon toward the ring steps. The audience witnesses the horrible one trip vacation as Zyon collides with the ring steps knee first, sending him up and over the steps!!!

 

“CRASH!!!”

 

“OOOOOOOO!”

 

The crowd remarks as the main camera focuses on the downed Zyon, clutching his right knee!

 

“Oh no…” Pete trails off.

 

“Ugh, weakness for Zyon, located on aisle seven.” King remarks.

 

SIX

 

SEVEN

 

EIGHT

 

NINE

 

TEN

 

Realizing that everything is clear, the pleasantly plump Mr. Kobe runs over to his client. Patting him on the back, Mr. Kobe relinquishes important info to his client regarding Zyon’s right leg.

 

ELEVEN

 

TWELVE

 

Panting, Akira rolls back into the ring while Zyon continues to clutch his knee.

 

THIRTEEN

 

FOURTEEN

 

Showing a sign of life, the wounded youth makes it back to his feet, pulling himself up on the ring apron. Being the relentless warrior that he is, Akira blindly struts forward; unsure what to do once Zyon pulls back on the top rope, springing into the air!!! Forcing his right arm back, Zyon poses in the air for a sure fire Kodak moment before dropping down on his bewildered opponent with a HIGH IMPACT forearm strike!!!!

 

“YEEEAAAAHHHH!”

 

The crowd roars.

 

“But Zyon’s knee has got to be messed up, right?”

 

“I’m no doctor, but with a couple days rest with ice and medication, I’m sure he’s healed up nicely. And I’m sure that collision with the ring steps were a set back, but it’s not like Akira has been tearing at the knee the whole match.” Pete brings the psychology.

 

The courageous youth takes a moment to tend to his knee before going for a lateral press.

 

ONE…

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO…kickout.

 

“Well rather Zyon is in pain or not, it’s going to take a lot more punishment to put away a fellow spot monkey.”

 

The Divine Wind finds himself on his feet, thanks to his opponent. The former cruiserweight champion hoists the current cruiserweight champion into the air with a scoop, only to have Akira squirm making things majorly difficult. Losing his balance, Zyon can’t help, but allow the Divine Wind to float over. Landing on his feet, the sensational import fires in a down angle, clipping Zyon’s right knee!!!!

 

“GAH!”

 

Zyon shouts, terrified by memories of the Lockdown encounter. On all fours, Zyon tries to crawl away, but the aggressive Akira Kaibatsu clasps his hands around the leg of his opponent. Placing his foot on Zyon’s knee joint, the Divine Wind lifts his opponent’s leg before driving it knee first into the mat!

 

“Akira is set to have an encore of the Lockdown match.” Pete believes

 

“Pete we all know that sequels suck.”

 

“Which is why I called it an encore.”

 

“Yeah…well…you…you suck.”

 

“Ouch…really.”

 

Pointing his foot into the knee joint of his opponent, Akira does the exact same move again, driving his opponent’s knee into the canvas! Zyon’s face morphs into multiple expressions of pain as he attempts to claw himself away from his opponent. Pushing himself back to his feet, Zyon hops around on his non-injured leg. Sensing blood, the shark like Kaibatsu stalks his opponent. His opponent though is not ready to give in, firing off a closed right hand that connects! Putting his hurt leg back on the mat, Zyon tries to walk normally, while firing off a closed left fist that also connects. With his opponent staggering, Zyon lunges in an angle, looking to shove his shoulder into Akira’s sternum. Defending himself, Akira halts Zyon’s momentum with a STIFF kick to the face!!

 

“CRACK!!!”

 

“OOOOOUCH!” King could feel the shot.

 

The kick sends Zyon staggering backward, blinded by his own hands, which clutch his face. Planting his foot into the canvas, Akira strides toward the ropes closest to Zyon, springing off the middle rope. Instinctively, the Unique Youth turns around just as the Divine Wind twists so that he is facing Zyon. Zyon challenges Akira’s foot…with his face.

“CRACK!!!!”

 

And of course the face loses.

 

“GAH!”

 

Zyon pulls at his face, while many in the arena have polls on how many bones were just shattered. The former cruiserweight champion would have easily fallen to the mat, but the ropes act as an aid, holding the youth on his feet. The relentless cruiserweight champion charges down the battlefield, lunging at Zyon with a lariat. Totally apathetic at this point, Zyon ducks, hurling the Divine Wind over the top rope!

 

“Is he trying to get himself disqualified!”

 

“Pete calm down. Look, Akira didn’t even touch the floor.”

 

“YEEEAAH!”

 

Limping away from the battle, Zyon notices the familiar cry from the audience. Akira springs off the top rope, scissoring his legs through the air…jumping over Zyon? Fatigued, Zyon’s reaction time is a little slow, while the current cruiserweight champion lands on the mat in a crouched position. Extending his leg, Akira forces his foot into the back of Zyon right knee! Drained, Zyon collapses to one knee, watching as Akira bounces off the near ropes. The Unique Youth holds his breath as he takes a page from Japanese wrestling, forcing himself to roll forward. Shrugging the roll off, Akira continues to charge forward, until Zyon leaps into the air, pinching both legs into his opponent’s hamstring while pulling back on Akira’s head. Mr. Kobe can only watch on as Zyon wills Akira over with a monkey flip!!!

 

“YEEEAAAAHHHH!”

 

The Winnipeg audience cheers as Zyon rises back to his feet, tending to his hurt right knee. Unaware of the fact that Akira used his tremendous balance to land safely on his feet, Zyon slowly turns around…defenseless.

 

“CRACK!!!”

 

Akira leaps backward, twisting his elbow toward his stunned opponent, knocking him backward with a diving Roaring Elbow!

 

“WHAT A…”

 

“PETE! We know what a shot! Yeah mark out and get on with it.”

 

Once again, Zyon would be out on the ground, but this time a random turnbuckle saves him from hitting the canvas. Showing off, Akira rolls toward Zyon before launching himself at the youth with a devastating shoulder to the sternum! Zyon’s precious oxygen exits his lungs, while his face turns a pale white. One to not dwell on past accomplishments, Akira lifts Zyon’s right leg, setting it on the middle rope. Lifting his own leg, Akira strikes Zyon’s exposed right knee.

 

“GAH!”

 

Music to Akira’s ears. The masked wrestler launches a multitude of stomps at his opponent’s injured right knee. Pain shoots through Zyon’s right leg as Akira Kaibatsu continues to stomp a mud hole in the wounded right knee. Some youngster’s in the audience choose to look away, but they can’t ignore the blood curling screams that Zyon unleashes to try and lessen the excruciating pain. Once he’s finished wearing out his opponent, Akira grabs Zyon, pulling him away from the turnbuckle. Cradling the youth’s right leg in his arms, Akira hoists his opponent straight into the air, dropping him into a knee-to-knee collision! The youth bounces off his opponent’s knee, collapsing to all fours.

 

“Look King, Zyon still refuses to give in.”

 

“It’s just a matter of time.”

 

Unknown to Zyon rather his right knee is torn apart or not; the Unique Youth fires his right foot toward his Japanese opponent. Underneath the mask, Akira must be smiling as he catches the foot, easily. Hopping on one foot, Zyon does his best to balance himself, twisting his body before he leaps into the air, dragging his foot across the air. The only thing truly identifying on Akira’s face is the Divine Wind’s eyes. These very eyes bulge with the horror of his opponent’s foot flying at his head. Last time these two met, Akira simple shook the attack off, but this time, the destruction of brain cells is just not worth it.

 

“SWISH!”

 

The current cruiserweight champion unknowingly licks his lips, having another vision of their last encounter. Setting the youth up for a replay, Akira slowly twists his body BEFORE RECEIVING A REBOUND KICK TO THE FACE!!!!

 

“Akira got comfortable. He was so sure that he could counter the enziguri with that modified dragon screw.” Pete notes.

 

Grazing his opponent’s bone structure that lies under a mask, Zyon carefully limps away from his opponent, frightened by the sudden sound of heavy patenting. Turning his body, Zyon plants both feet, grappling his charging opponent, sending him straight into the air. Collapsing to one knee, Zyon clutches his tender right leg as the acrobatic Akira Kaibatsu lands feet first…on the top rope.

 

“YEEEEAAAHH!”

 

“Look at that balance, King!”

 

“No, I don’t feel like it.”

 

“Why not?”

 

“Because you always order me to look at something.”

 

Zyon snaps his head around, realizing the dream of an opening. Akira struggles to balance himself on the top rope, but with the specific coaching from Mr. Kobe, he saves himself. However, the suspense refuses to leave as Zyon lunges forward, pulling down on the top rope. The shockwave forces Akira to drop, crotching himself on the top rope before falling backward…

 

“CRACK!!!”

 

…Smacking the back of his head on the canvas.

 

“TREE…OF…WOE!!” King excitedly points out the obvious.

 

Proving his consciousness to the world, Akira immediately flails and squirms to break free, but to no avail. Confident, Zyon slowly limps to the opposite turnbuckle, pointing at the current cruiserweight champion. The Unique Youth charges down the battlefield, stomping on his left foot, dragging the other. Akira’s eyebrow narrows as his eyes seemingly glow, and Zyon missed it. Sliding to the ground, the youth extends both legs, aiming for the masked face of his fellow cruiserweight. But with a tense of the leg muscles and constant coaching from Mr. Kobe, the Divine Wind hurls himself upward, leaving Zyon to crotch himself on the unforgiving steel ring post!!!!

 

“OOOOOOOOOOO!!”

 

The crowd echoes as Zyon looks as if he wants to either cry or pass out. Choking on the air that leaves his system, the youth attempts to crawl away from his death trap. Yet the Divine Wind moves swiftly, dropping to the ground in a single bound. The slightly sinister Mr. Kobe can only smile as his client unloads a firm boat to the kneecap of the trapped youngster. The pain continues to thrive on Akira’s sharp kick as the Japanese import goes ballistic with boot after boot.

 

“It seems Akira is still in the mind set he was during the later half of Lockdown’s match.”

 

“In other words, Pete, you are saying that Akira is Godzilla to Zyon’s Tokyo.”

 

“Ugh…yeah. That would be correct.”

 

Finished with this piece of impoved strategy, Akira forces Zyon to the outside; cautiously watching the always-active youth crumble to the floor. Motioning the crowd to get back since they can’t understand him anyway, Akira forces the youth back to his feet. Latching on to Zyon’s right leg, Akira extends it high into the air, aggressively driving it onto the “safety” barrier!

 

“GAH!”

 

Zyon shouts again, coming to the sad realization that the yelling isn’t helping. Assisted by his opponent, Akira rolls Zyon into the ring. Rolling into the ring behind Zyon, Akira Kaibatsu hoists Zyon back to his feet.

 

“SMACKKKKK!”

 

“WHOOOO!”

 

The wounded youth denies the firm instinct of clutching his chest. Instead, he continues to tend to his injured right leg. Taking full control of the match, Akira kicks his Zyon in the sternum, hoisting him into the air from the front face lock position. Taking an immense amount of time to poise himself, Akira risks a momentum shift.

 

“It seems Akira is having difficulty setting up the Divine Backbreaker.”

 

Scissoring his feet, Zyon DOES swing the momentum to the point where he safely touches the canvas with his feet. Planting his foot, Zyon summons the testicular fortitude to hoists Akira into the air, until his wounded knee gives in!! Akira graciously lands on the mat, ready to win this battle of one upmanship. While the former cruiserweight champion clutches his knee, Akira once again hoists Zyon up and…over??? Floating over, Zyon flowingly locks the cruiserweight champion down with a reverse front face lock!

 

“He’s going for the Wicked Cutter!”

 

“Like totally. I heard this move is sick, dope, bad, the shit, totally awesome, and all around freaky.” King brings the young teenage slang.

 

Struggling to complete the move, a shocking pain is located right at the opposite team’s focal point, the right knee. The opposite team known as the Divine Wind, hurls a blind elbow that crashes into Zyon’s knee. Leaving the crowd on the edge of their seat, Akira floats upward; breaking Zyon’s weak reverse front face lock. Wrapping his hands around his opponent’s head, Akira closes the youth in a neck cravate!

 

“YEEEAAAAHHHH!”

 

The excited Winnipeg audience rises to their feet as Akira strides toward the nearest turnbuckle, dragging the injured Zyon along for the hellacious ride. Kicking off the turnbuckle, Akira flips straight backward on to his feet…disappointingly not driving Zyon to the mat!!!

“He pushed him off!!!”

 

“WAY TO CALL THE OBVIOUS!!”

 

Both men sweat heavy, but the unrelentless cruiserweight champion ignores fatigue, charging his broken down challenger. Spit soon exits the mouth of the Japanese cruiserweight as he comes to a dead stop, thanks to a desperate shoulder to the gut! With a brief opening, Zyon locks his leg behind Akira’s, falling backward with an overanxious DECLINE!!!

 

“Jesus Zyon, can we not botch a reverse Russian leg sweep. That looked like a DDT!” King worries for Akira’s safety.

 

The awkward landing is reason enough for Zyon to look at the turnbuckle, and to begin ascending the stairway to possible destruction.

 

“This is an exact duplicate of Lockdown.”

 

“Yep, and did it not end with Zyon MISSING the Final Flash.”

 

S…l…o…w…l…y climbing to the top, Zyon takes a moment to check his right knee. Praying to whatever invisible man there is, the youth hopes his knee can hold up for this next stunt. Akira continues to show a lack of movement as a worried Mr. Kobe pounds the mat furiously. All systems are set to go as Zyon leaps off the top rope, beautifully flipping through the air.

 

“AKIRA MOVED!!!”

 

The announcers shout, as both Akira AND Mr. Kobe are as calm as a spring wind. All should be lost, but the youth continues to spin forward, landing on his feet!!!

 

“He went for the 450 splash this time!”

 

Zyon thinks he outsmarted his honorable opponent, but his knee bottoms out once again. The Divine Wind sprints forward, lunging toward his opponent, and taking his opponent’s will to fight away with a dreaded SHINING GAMENGURI!!!!

 

“CRRRRRRRRAAAAAAACCCCCK!”

 

Zyon lifelessly collapses into the middle turnbuckle. Resting his head on the turnbuckle, Zyon’s mystical green eyes, basically roll into the back of his head as the Divine Wind pulls the youth out. With Zyon on his stomach, the current cruiserweight champion wraps his legs around Zyon’s, twisting it…oh shit.

 

“CROSS… KNEE… LOCK!” Pete has a right to put emphasis on this move.

 

“Hey damnit. Still not as great as the TREE…OF…WOE!” King has no right at this point in the match.

 

Hyperextending his opponent’s knee, Akira twists and twists. Zyon just like last week, screams, hollers, shakes, squirms, but there is nothing he can do. Beaten, Zyon let’s his hand hang in the air building the suspense.

 

“PLEASE DON’T TAP!”

 

At first Zyon believes it’s out of his hands, but the crowd reminds him to stay strong, long enough to see the bottom rope, just inches away…and he gets it.

 

“BREAK!!!”

 

Soapdish orders as the honorable Japanese youth does so right away.

 

“Oh my god. Last week Zyon wasn’t anywhere near the ropes. This week would be much different.”

 

Cradling his leg, Zyon notices his body rise to a full vertical base. After lifting his opponent off the mat, Akira places Zyon in a front face lock, hoisting him on to the top rope! Mr. Kobe is shocked, but soon pleased as Akira latches on to Zyon’s leg.

 

“CRACK!”

 

But receives a STIFF kick to the face. Stunned, Akira instinctively latches on to the foot again…

 

“CRACK!!!”

 

…Same result. Buzzing from the multiple headshots, Akira leaps on to the second rope, hooking the Unique Youth in a front face lock. The Divine Wind pulls backward viciously!

 

“CRACK!!”

 

During his blinded pulling, Akira takes a harsh forearm to the rib. Using nothing, but his upper body Zyon hoists and pushes, driving Akira to the mat face first! Turning on to his back, the Divine Wind stares at the expensive lights in the MTS CENTER!

 

“YEEEEAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!”

 

The crowd is rocking as the youth pushes himself into a perched position. Shaking his right leg, Zyon momentarily releases the kinks in his armor. Only momentarily…but a moment is all he needs to…fly. It’s low. It’s sloppy. But be damned if it’s not effective…FINAL FLASH!!!

“Holy shit!”

 

King yells as Zyon’s body crushes his opponent. Leaning backward, Zyon covers the cruiserweight champion.

 

“ONE!!!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“TWO!!!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“THREE!!!!!”

 

“YEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!”

 

DING DING DING!

 

The unmistakable sound of “Vitamin” boots up as Funyon makes the favored announcement.

 

“The winner, and NEW SWF CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD, ZYYYYYON!!!

 

“What a match!”

“What a breakdown by Akira. He had the match, but his spotty instincts kicked in. And he had one of those all or nothing moments.”

 

“King you would be one hundred percent right, but it’s easy to criticize while we are out here, and they are in there.”

 

Zyon clutches his title, extending his hand toward the Divine Wind. Weakly, the two shake hands as the pudgy manager, Mr. Kobe approves. Rolling out of the ring Zyon hoists the title into the air.

 

“Come and get it Spike.”

 

FADE