King Cucaracha 0 Report post Posted May 28, 2006 Yes, I pronounce it as Jay'nus. So there. Uhm, so anyone who can comment on this and tell me where I apparantly went wrong, ending aside, I'd be very grateful. Thanks. --------------------------- "We've come to the main event and not wanting to look like a fool, I won't mention the rest of the show. It may have been good, may have not. What I know is, our next match WILL be good as we pit the reigning Cruiserweight Champion Zyon against the reigning SWF World Heavyweight Champion, fresh off an extended break, Landon "La Cucaracha" Maddix." "You know, ever since Landon went on his little 'vacation' it seems like nobody in the company is capable of having a match longer than two minutes that doesn't consist of a Haiku or some bullshit 'I can't be arsed to write anything this week so here's a rollup' finish. I blame it all on him. Hell, I'm almost glad to see him back wrestling. Almost. When the alternative is eight promos about the Blank brothers, you take what you can get." "Kay Fabe-ulous as ever, King." "Hey, when you gotta vent, you gotta vent." "Well, speaking of venting...what we saw early tonight from Landon Maddix was utterly reprehensible." spits Mak. "Threatening to cripple Amy Stephens...sent chills down spine." "And that's a hard thing to do to a cripple too." Mak shoots a glare at The Gambling Man, who flashes a cheesy thumbs up at his immobile announce partner. "You're a bad person." "Tell me exactly, what am I supposed to do Now that I have allowed you, to beat me! Do you think that we could play another game Maybe I could win this ti-ime." "I kinda like the misery you put me through Darling you can trust me, completely! If you even try to look the other way I think that I could kill this ti-ime!"[/i] Emerging through the curtains to the sounds of "The Game" by Disturbed, Landon Maddix doesn't waste time playing to a crowd who have already seen him once already, instead striding straight on down the ramp. Megan Skye follows behind, looking like her mind is elsewhere. "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is your MAIN EVENT of the evening, scheduled for one fall. In this match, neither the Cruiserweight Title or the World Heavyweight Title will be on the line. Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by his 'Perfect 10' Megan Skye. He hails from Huron, South Dakota by way of Madrid, Spain. Weighing two hundred, twenty four pounds...the reigning, two-time SWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... LANDON... "LA CUCARACHA"... MMMMAAAAAAADDIIIIIIIXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!!" "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" The crowd understandably greet Landon with the typical disgust he generates. Only, tonight, things seem notedly different. Firstly, there's an added level of disgust from the fans because of what they've already seen from their World Champion. And secondly, Landon doesn't acknowledge them. His usual mugging, mocking, posing, and posturing are all but gone as he rolls into the ring, handing off his World Heavyweight Title to referee Sexton Hardcastle before dropping into a crouch in centre ring, facing the entrance. "Well, apparantly Landon got what he wanted." accepts Mak. "Michael Stephens has agreed to face Landon Maddix one on one, Last Man Standing at 13th Hour in a match that has been over one year in the making. In a way, that's good news...but I still can't get over the methods Landon used to get that match." "That's for another night Mak. Let's concentrate on tonight." "Yes, good point. Landon needs to concentrate on tonight and on a potential future World Champion in Zyon..." "Oh crap that's right, he's wrestling Zyon. You know what, let's concentrate on 13th Hour again. Anything to get my mind off of this match." "I'M BORN" "I'M ALIVE" "I BREATHE" "YYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" The unfortunately named Angkor Wats (try saying that when you're drunk) now go wild for the distinctive opening of Incubus' "Vitamin", which of course heralds the arrival of the Cruiserweight Champion. "And, introducing his opponent! From Elkhart, Indiana and weighing in at a flat, two hundred pounds. The two-time, current SWF Cruiserweight Champion of the WORLD! He is "THE UNIQUE YOUTH"... ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ - YYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOONNN!!!!" "YYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Pausing to soak up the thunderous reaction, Zyon flicks the hair from his eyes and stares down into the ring. Landon beckons him on, so naturally, Zyon breaks forward into a sprint and soars to the apron. To little surprise, it's at that point that Landon retreats into a neutral corner, letting Zyon do his thing as he enters the ring and climbs the ropes to salute his fans. Up goes the X, followed up with an arms aloft pose that would exude arrogance from anyone less adored than Zyon. Megan leaves the ring, still not fully concentrated on this match, leaving Landon to go through his warm-ups. "Zyon and Landon Maddix. This is like all my worst nightmares coming true." groans King, unenthused at the prospect of his two least favourites wrestlers locking horns. Or, exchanging spots. Referee Hardcastle removes the two title belts, unimportant for tonight at least, from the ring and checks that both men are ready, before ringing the bell and wasting little time in getting this match underway. *DINGDINGDING!* "And here we go, with the Heavyweight Champion and the Cruiserweight Champion, who ironically have a weight difference of just twenty five pounds." "The more things change, the more they stay the same." sneers King. Nimble as ever, Zyon shuffles into the middle of the ring, staying on his toes as Landon slowly approaches him. Landon shows little of his usual smug confidence as he meets Zyon in the centre of the ring and goes face to face with the young cruiserweight, talking some trash that's just out of the camera's audio range. Whatever was said obviously strikes a nerve though as Zyon begins to talk back, the two exchanging barbs. Eventually, Zyon gets a good'un in and Landon smirks to himself, accepting defeat...before suddenly stunning Zyon with a boot to the gut. And instantly the crowd's uproar turns to horror as Landon snatches Zyon in and hooks the arms, applying a double underhook and looking out into the fans with wide eyes! "Oh no...no, he's gonna try and break his nec..." Luckily for Zyon's neck though, The Unique Youth is able to snap upright before Landon can even attempt the Demonstar and backdrop him overhead! The crowd and pretty much everyone involved breathe a collective sigh of relief. Right up to his feet, Landon holds a hand to his back as he turns back to Zyon... *SLAP!* ...AND SLAPS THE TASTE OUT OF MADDIX'S MOUTH!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" "Alright!" yells Mak, noteably partizan. "Landon's out here trying to break necks, but Zyon isn't gonna take that shit! Not from Spike, not from Landon!" "When did Spike come into this? And you call me bitter!" Falling to his knees the shocked World Champion clutches his cheek as Zyon stands over him and re-iterates what Mak said, although maybe not in so many words. As Landon begins to come back up Zyon then goes back to his state of cat like readiness, light on the toes as he backflips and catches Maddix under the jaw with a Flash Kick! Zyon acrobatically lands on all fours, while Landon uses his momentum to guide himself to ringside, throwing up his hands and saying to hell with that. This has finally brought Megan's attention back to this match and she scuttles over to check on Landon, while Zyon is held back from following by Hardcastle. "ZY - ON!" "ZY - ON!" "ZY - ON!" "ZY - ON!" The crowd's support sparks something in Zyon though and the Cruiserweight Champion flies in the face of Hardcastle's order, rolling out on the opposite side of the ring and jogging around to where Megan and Maddix are regrouping. Megan sees Zyon first and wisely scuttles back off, abandoning Landon who gets clubbed with a forearm. Sprawling forward, Maddix falls, but pulls himself back up quickly as he tries to run from The Unique Youth. Only problem being, Zyon's a speedy mutha, catching up to Maddix and clubbing him again. This isn't Zyon's style so he then decides to throw Maddix back into the ring on the third catch, climbing to the apron and encouraging The Next Generation up. The fans see it coming. Landon doesn't. However, Megan does and blocks the expected Zyon springboard by grabbing his foot! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" "Landon's cheating manager cancels out Zyon's spottiness...I don't know whether to cry at one or the cry at the other!" despairs King. Zyon tries to kick Megan away, without actually kicking her because he's a nice guy. But a swift kick to the face might have got The Toddess away before Landon recoups and knees Zyon in the gut, Megan innocently retreating to her man's corner now he's in control. "I don't know why the referee's continue to allow Megan to stay out here." bemoans Mak. "We're barely two minutes in and already she's sticking her nose where it doesn't belong and blatantly cheating to aid her refound man." Despite signs of relief it stills seems like Landon's mind is elsewhere and he takes his time before following up with a forearm strike, wobbling Zyon. The Cruiserweight Champion's grip on the top rope tightens after a second forearm as he senses his balance weakening. And that tempts Landon, grabbing the rope himself and bringing in Zyon the hard way...only for Zyon land on his feet, in what would be a hard way if he wasn't agile enough to flip 360 in mid-air. "Incredible agility!" cheers Mak. Before Landon can react, Zyon hits the ropes in front of him. Landon prepares to catch him coming on the way back, lifting Zyon at the side but ending up tumbling overhead as Zyon counters with a tilt a whirl headscissors! A back elbow then awaits as the World Champion rushes back in. Reeling, Maddix haplessly walks into a standing dropkick, putting him down again and setting up the first cover... ONE! TWO! But Maddix is quickly out and quickly looking for another reprieve as he scrambles into a corner. Zyon has learnt his lesson and gives Maddix no time to recover, striding in with a boot before returning the forearm favour. One, two and three find the mark before Zyon grabs the wrist, wringing the arm for some added control before whipping Maddix into the opposite corner. Buckling in the buckle, Landon ends up slumped and a sitting target for Zyon who sprints in and dives in for his favoured knee to the face. Two boots to the face intercept him though, as Maddix gets a desperate block in. With a signal of 'that's enough', Landon then hops up and perches on the middle rope, the preparation for a long neglected go to move... *SMACK!* ...which Zyon apparantly remembers and thwarts, with an impressive standing vertical leap and an enziguri, striking Landon more in the shoulder than the back of the head. It still connects though and still sends Landon tumbling from the top, over and on to the floor. "You get the feeling that Landon Maddix could do without this match tonight." Francis analyses. "He did what he came to do tonight already and his mind is clearly not on Zyon. Already he's gone for the Demonstar and then the Crash Landon, with the hope of getting the win and getting out of here as soon as possible." "To be fair, he's got good reason." "True. If I'd crossed Michael Stephens as he had earlier, I'd want to steer clear of wherever he may be." "I was thinking more along the lines of slamming Megan back at the hotel, but point taken." Out on the outside again, Landon tries to ignore the hostile and rather touchy-feely Cambodian fans, brushing away outstretched arms as he pulls himself away from the barricade. Megan is nowhere to be seen this time. And it's soon obvious why that is, as Zyon breaks into a run-up and shoots towards the ropes, turning his back on the ropes at the end of his run and tumbling BACKWARDS over the top with an insane Running Moonsault Plancha Suicida!!! "WHAT!?!" Exactly. "What the hell was that!?!" King asks again, incredulous in the face of Zyon's athleticism. "Whatever it was, Zyon is having none of the problems Landon is! He's fully focused and he knows a victory tonight would virtually guarantee him a World Title shot!" Pulling himself up, Zyon is much more receptive of the eager Cambodians and slaps hands with a few before going back to the match at hand, hauling Maddix up and dumping him into the ring. Maddix is reeling and holds his left shoulder, the one Zyon just tumbled down on so theatrically. That gives Zyon time to set himself on the apron and warn referee Hardcastle to keep an eye on Megan, which is exactly what he does while The Unique Youth prepares for an unaffected springboard. Maddix stumbles up and Zyon gets the springboard, cocking back the arm. His usual preparation alerts Landon who instinctively ducks his head to block the oncoming forearm, but Zyon is able to adjust in mid-air and soar over Landon, snaring the waist and taking him over with a sunset flip... ONE! TWO! Kickout! Both men roll through and while Landon retreats, Zyon charges in with momentum on his side. Landon looks to use that momentum against him as he ducks his head nears the ropes, backdropping Zyon up and over the top...but merely to a safe landing on the apron. Through more relief than complacency, Landon walks away to collect himself, little realising what awaits behind him. That is, until Megan frantically points out her man's mistake, prompting Maddix to turn around just as Zyon springboards, cocks the arm back, soars... ...AND GETS DROPKICKED OUT OF THE AIR BY THE WORLD CHAMPION!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" "Ooh!" groans Mak. "One trip to the well too many for Zyon." "That's his problem." King gloats, ever happy at the chance to sound correct. "Zyon just loves those springboards, he loves to please the fans. What he doesn't love is rational thinking and rational thinking would have told him three springboard attempts so early in the match had to spell trouble. Landon's dumb, but not that dumb." "I knew this main event was a bad idea with you out here." Zyon writhes on the mat holding his gut while Landon takes the opportunity to get a breather, now realising that he's in a fight and any issues lingering from earlier have to be put to the back of his mind. Grabbing hold of Zyon's stringy hair (and earning a warning from Hardcastle in the process), Maddix drags Zyon up and drives a sharp knee into the gut! And a second! Zyon coughs and splutters while Maddix does a little sidestep to end up in front... ...where he applies a cravaté. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" "Oh for fu..." "Cravaté by Landon." Mak wisely interjects. "A hold he's become very fond of in recent months." "He's teasing me, isn't he? He can't be doing it because he thinks it smart, that's for sure. Zyon stands there holding his ribs, gasping for breath, so he applies that frikkin' necklock thing. He's doing this to spite me, I swear." "You give yourself too much credit." Clamping up on the cravaté Landon is happy to control the Cruiserweight Champion and his cruiserweight ways, slowing the pace of the match in the process. Zyon won't be springboarding around with Landon attached to his head. With the cravaté still applied, Maddix lifts another knee up into the gut to prove that he hasn't got the long term memory of a goldfish, keeping Zyon spluttering away. "ZY - ON!" "ZY - ON!" "ZY - ON!" "ZY - ON!" "You know, this is actually quite smart." argues Mak. "Landon is keeping Zyon close to him and neutralising his speed advantage. Plus, the angle of the neck and head is further hampering The Unique Youth's breathing." "You give him too much credit." Zyon is able to guide himself towards the ropes and look for an escape from this pretty simple hold. But Landon beats him to the punch with another knee to the gut, then takes Zyon over with a cravatémare and drops a leg across the throat. Zyon is again left struggling for air, a situation not helped by Maddix draping his 224 pounds over the chest with a lateral press... ONE! TWO! Kickout! Zyon sits straight back up in search of oxygen, while Landon looks to rob him of it with another elementary hold, a rear chinlock. "Neither of this men are known for their amateur backgrounds." admits Mak pre-emptively. Fighting to his feet, Zyon is again being worn down but certainly can't be classed as 'in trouble'. An elbow weakens up the chinlock and a second breaks it, but Landon simply reaches out and yanks Zyon back sharply with two handfuls of hair to bring him back down to the mat. Hardcastle again chastises the World Champion, but his words fall on deaf ears. Maddix is too busy going back after Zyon, aiming for the gut as he brings his relatively small frame down with an elbow drop. That doesn't seem to have too much behind it, so Landon grabs the hair again, sitting Zyon up... *SMACK!* ...and pounding Zyon's spine with a Dragon Kick! *SMACK!* ...and a second! Zyon slumps backwards now, his air supply being picked away slowly but surely. And Landon now looks to follow up some more. Coming off the ropes Maddix leaps up over Zyon, before coming directly down across the chest with a double stomp, dropping out as he bounces off The Unique Youth and bombing down with a back senton that earns him Megan's applause. And Megan's applause only. "Double Stomp and a Back Senton, patented combo from Landon!" groans Francis. "Double impact, you're left winded by the first and the instantanous follow-up of the second rids you of any air you may have had left." Sitting for a moment, Landon's familiar flamboyancy has returned as he smirks in the direction of the nearest cameraman, winking for the laydeez at home before lounging back with a relaxed cover... ONE! TWO! ZYON SHOCKS LANDON WITH A CRUCIFIX... ONE! TWO! NO! Landon kicks out and rushes back in with a soccer kick that lands directly across Zyon's stomach, putting Zyon back on the search for air and giving the World Champion time to breathe a massive sigh of relief. "Zyon may be hurt, but going for ridiculous covers like that is a dangerous thing to do at any point in a match." criticises The Franchise. Back on the offensive now is Landon as he steps over Zyon who is on all fours and simply drops, sitting his weight across the lower back! Crumbling, Zyon continues to struggle and referee Hardcastle moves in to check on him, but the Cruiserweight Champion isn't going to give up that easily. So Landon fires off another soccer punt across the ribs. Zyon writhes some more, giving Landon the opportunity to turn out to the crowd and pose. Arms out, palms flat. He's not giving this stuff up people. "What is he trying to prove?" asks Mak, confused. "He's got his match at 13th Hour, what does he expect to achieve by continuing to mock Michael Stephens?" "Oh, he obsessed Mak. We're not going to see the end of this until 13th Hour, minimum." The crowd give the expected response, still disgusted with Maddix for his actions earlier. It's the response Maddix was probably hoping for as he smirks the boos off and goes back to work on Zyon, pulling him off the mat for a Kawada-esque kicks aimed at the chest. Zyon rocks back on his knees and opens the chest up... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...leaving himself prone for a hard knifedge chop. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and a second. These shots are taking their toll even more than usual with the previous punishment and Zyon is left slumped on his knees, unable to fend Landon off as he grabs him behind the head and pulls him slowly to his feet. With the hands still clasped around the back of the head, Landon then fires off a couple of quick knees up into the ribcage before tucking the knees up and bringing Zyon down with an Inverted Lungblower! The wind rushes from Zyon's body again but Landon isn't done as he scrambles back up, positioning himself behind the languishing Cruiserweight Champion and hooking the hands around the front this time. Up go the knees again and down comes Zyon across them, this time with the traditional Lungblower!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" "And that was the last thing Zyon needed." "No, this is." corrects King, as Landon cradles Zyon up into a pin... ONE! TWO! TH- KICKOUT! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Maddix looks up at Hardcastle incredulously and questions the count, slapping his hand three times for visual impact, but Hardcastle insists it was just a two. Rushing over, Megan leans through the ropes and encourages Landon to stay on Zyon and not worry about the referee, so Landon does just that as he stands and waits on the Cruiserweight Champion. "ZY - ON!" "ZY - ON!" "ZY - ON!" "ZY - ON!" Impatient, Maddix gives up waiting and meets Zyon as he reaches his knees with plans on helping Zyon the rest of the way up. Zyon reels him in as he gets close though, snaring a leg and trying to lift Landon up into a fireman's carry. The lack of air and the aching ribs don't allow him to get Landon more than a foot or two off the ground however and Landon finds himself back to safe ground before CLUBBING Zyon over the back with a forearm. The Unique Youth falls to his knees, but Maddix doesn't settle for that, bringing Zyon up with a scoop and a slam. "You wanna fly, cruiserweight? Let me show you how it's done." Landon then yells down at Zyon while he clutches his back uncomfortably on the mat. Turning to the corner, Landon stoll over and slaps the top turnbuckle before exiting to the apron and heading up top. "This may be a little ill-advised." predicts Mak. "Landon has Zyon where he wants him, but for some reason he's going to the top rope." Climbing up the ropes despite the best concerns of his manageress, Maddix stops on the middle and treats the Cambodian natives to a quick shimmy dance before making the next step up. Setting himself on top, Maddix steadies himself, getting used to the top rope again after neglecting these aerial tactics for so long under JJ Johnson and Jay Hawke's mentorships. Zyon still hasn't moved from where he was slammed, still favouring his ribs. The perfect target for Landon, as he stands and leaps from up top... ...tucking the legs in, out... ...and MISSING the Frog Splash, as Zyon rolls despairingly out of the way!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" "A miscue!" cheers Francis. "I don't know if Zyon was playing a little possum, but he was able to avoid the Frog Splash and now both men are down!" "And it was a dumb move on Maddix's part." King gleefully announces. "He was in total control, but he's got some stupid chip on his shoulder about never being the Cruiserweight Champion and instead of staying on his opponent, he wanted to show him up. Pride comes before a fall. Literally in this case." Both Zyon and Landon remain down, in similiar predicaments to one another, both holding their guts and both taking an opportunity to collect sorely needed breath. "ONE!" "TWO!" Which is where Sexton shines, laying a double ten on the two champions of their weight divisions, although of course neither is restricted from the other's. "THREE!" "FOUR!" "FIVE!" Megan slams her fists on the ring apron encouraging Landon to 'suck it up', a worrying notion with their relationship in mind. Having taken the most punishment, Zyon is slowest to stir and slowest to begin picking himself up. "SIX" "SEVE..." Hardcastle's count is halted at seven as Maddix has sufficently got himself in fighting condition again and climbs to his feet. By now Zyon is to his knees with the ropes helping him up finally to his feet, by which time Landon is waiting on him. As the Cruiserweight Champion turns around, Maddix comes in confidently with a forearm...but Zyon ducks, popping Landon with a forearm of his own! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Back stumbles Landon, with Zyon advancing with another forearm! And a third! The World Champ is on the backfoot now as Zyon has found a second wind and uses it to rush the ropes. Seeing his opponent hurtle towards him, Maddix throws out a knee as a defence. Zyon spots it a mile away however and tumbles over it, snaring Maddix over with a schoolboy roll-up... ONE! TWO! Kickout! Coming back up, Landon is taken aback by Zyon's sudden comeback and is too eager to stop it, running headlong into spinning back kick. The Unique Youth pauses from that to favour his back again, but that pause urges Megan to take action as she jumps to the apron. Zyon is understandably distracted, along with Hardcastle, the cameraman, F unyon, virtually everyone in the audience. "Somebody needs to get her down!" protests Francis. "Allow me..." "Wait a minute, what happened to you not being the vigilante?" "Ah, this is different." But King needn't exert himself as Landon has recovered and now sneaks up behind Zyon. Grabbing him behind the head, Maddix does the first thing he can think to do in such a rush and pitches him forward, up and over the top rope. Luckily Megan sees it coming and dives for safety, not without a high-pitched shriek as Zyon's feet narrowly avoid her head. But Zyon is able to grab the top rope and hang on to land on the apron, so Megan is fine. Landon meanwhile dusts his hands with pleasure, smirking away...until he finally puts two and two together. "Oh God... ...MEGAN! ARE YOU OKA..." *THUD!* "YYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Landon's concern earns him a right hand to the face though, sending him stumbling backwards. A quick check from Zyon confirms Megan is out of reach, giving him no good reason not to springboard to the top, soar in with fist clenched, arm cocked... ...AND NAIL THE SPRINGBOARD FOREARM!! "YYYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" "Fourth time's the charm!" Mak cheers. "Zyon finally hits the Springboard Forearm Smash and you can sense both the tide and his luck changing!" A newfound sense of confidence exudes from Zyon as, on the back of this mini-victory, he waits for Landon to get back up. He can sense the end. Especially as Landon gets back to his feet in a stupor and can barely stand steady, stumbling around and towards the Cruiserweight Champion. *SMACK!* Zyon lands a kick to the left shoulder! *SMACK!* A second kick, aimed at the same bodypart! *WHIFF!* Landon ducks the third however... ...but hang on a second, as Zyon pirouettes all the way through, takes the arm with a Fujiwara takedown and attempts to apply the Gouki Crossface!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAA... Joy is short lived however, as Landon rolls through before Zyon can trap the arm between his legs and escapes the potential submission predicament. Rolling away, Zyon creates enough distance to be able to take a run at Maddix as he reaches his feet. However, Maddix ducks Zyon's attempted clothesline and forces Zyon to run on to the ropes again. Zyon has another idea and leaps before he can bounce, touching down on the top rope and tumbling back with the Half Moon. But again Landon is equal and sidesteps Zyon, then catches Zyon walking in with a duck of the head and a Samoan Drop! "Wow, impressive from Landon, able to stay a step ahead of the Cruiserweight Champion." admits Mak. "A weak Cruiserweight Champion." King argues. "Yes, he has taken some punishment." "Yeah that too." Favouring his left shoulder Maddix is unable to follow up with a pinfall attempt immediately. Encouragement from Megan wills him to forget about that and lay back with the right arm across the shoulders... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! "GAH!" Frustration is the reaction from Landon as he has to force himself back up again, this time dragging Zyon with him. A couple of forearms soften Zyon up before Landon goes back to the ribs, landing a knee that has Zyon flagging once more. Cupping a hand under the jaw, Landon does the ol' 'cutthroat' dealy and signals to the non-English speaking Cambodians that it's OVAH~! Only, it's not, as Zyon elbows his way out of a Complete Shot attempt, then hooks Landon and drops him in a similiar fashion with Downfall! "A counter by Zyon, but his ribs are still giving problems and he hasn't got enough to make the pin straight away." sighs The Franchise. Landon ends up facedown on the mat, forcing Zyon to find some more reserves to first roll him over, then hook a leg for the cover... ONE! TWO! SHOULDER UP!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" The crowd get on Hardcastle's case, but Zyon doesn't concern himself with that and instead hauls Landon back up to his feet. An arm wring sets up an irish whip to the corner, Landon nestling in the buckles. Zyon then gets himself another run-up and charges in, only for Maddix to get the feet up...but Zyon blocks the feet, catches Maddix and drags him out, straight into a Powerbomb!! "Wow, counter again by Zyon!" "And look where Maddix's ended up." points out King. "Straight in spot city." Indeed, Landon has landed in 'spot city', aka right in front of the turnbuckles, in perfect position for Zyon. Rubbing out some pain in the ribs, Zyon exits and heads to the top, bringing the Angkor Wat crowd to their feet with him. Zyon's climb is hampered by his previous injuries but he manages to fight through it and reaches the top regardless, setting himself upstairs and tumbles off, Megan shrieking prematurely as Zyon comes flipping down... ...WITH A 450!!!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" ONE! TWO! THR - "REF, REF!" FOOT ON THE ROPES!!! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Megan barely gets Hardcastle's attention in time to point out the foot, nearly giving himself a coronary in the process. "Amazingly, Landon saved himself...but Zyon's going back up top!" Just as Mak calls, Zyon is indeed heading up top again. This time Zyon's feeling it and he scales up a little quicker, adrenaline urging him on for another flip. If the Cambodians had cameras they'd probably use them as Zyon shows majestic form, tumbling... ...this time with the Final Flash... ...ONTO THE KNEES!!! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" "God, that'll do the ribs no good!" The crowd deflate like...well, like Zyon's lungs, as Zyon goes through onto his hands and knees with an anguished look on his face. Megan is around to fan Maddix down with the trusty towel to get him some air. But Landon doesn't need it and shoos the treatment away, clambering back to his feet and stalking towards Zyon. There's a different look in Landon's eyes now. Vengeful. Almost evil. *THWACK!* Landon slams a kick across the spine. *THWACK!* Again. *THWACK!* *THWACK!* *THWACK!* *THWACK!* *THWACK!* Again and again and again... ...BEFORE SNATCHING ON THE DRAGON CLUTCH!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" "Land Of Nod!" calls Mak. "The Land Of Nod is applied!" "Look at his eyes Mak." King interrupts, mumbling slightly. "He's lost it." With a gaze focused on nothing but the distance, Landon tears away at the hold on the neck until Zyon bottoms out, stomach flat on the canvas. From here, there's no escape. It's just a matter of time as the World Heavyweight Champion picks away, waiting as Zyon clings onto the match despite the pain in his back, the pain in his neck, the sapping oxygen levels. *TAPTAPTAPTAP!* "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" *DINGDINGDING!* Landon throws Zyon down and stands, breathing heavily. This sudden intense streak has come from nowhere and it's caught Landon as much by surprise as anyone. Looking down at his hands, Landon begins to catch his breath a little as Megan slides in and carefully approaches her man, checking that he's not still in his frenzied state by grabbing the wrist and raising his hand in the air... ...and Landon smirks, back in the real world. The world where Landon is the cocky SOB we all love to hate. "Your winner of the match, via submission... the SWF World Heavyweight Champion... LANDON "LA CUCARACHA" MMMAAAADDIIIIIXXXXXXX!!" "He's lost it." King re-iterates. "I tell you what, Michael Stephens asked Landon if he was prepared to step completely over to the darkside and quite frankly, I think he's halfway there." "Halfway, minimum." Maddix continues to stand over Zyon as the World Title is handed to him and I've gotta go see ya'll later bye. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
