Storm losing matches thread

[zyon 0]

Here ya go. I liked it, but not quite up to my standards. I liked the story, but I didn't have time to write it the way I wanted. The finish is also rushed and poorly written, but I did shake some rust off. Congrats Hawk that is not Jay.

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Floating through the infinite darkness of time and space are the type of objects that many cherish as a valuable. Twisting into the shadows along with the treasures are the little things that make life so great. Tonight the difference between a treasure and a forgettable item begins to blend along with creation itself. A world that as of this moment is null and void. A world that has progressed much past it’s peak. A world that has one last gasp of air before it’s swallowed by the doom that surrounds us all. That place is here.

 

“SWF! SWF! SWF!”

 

“King, listen to these rowdy survivors that escaped the end of the world as we know it.” Mak begins, “And our next match should be quite the contest as Axis member, Trent Hawk faces off against the Unique Youth.” The Franchise explains.

 

“Well…mmmmm this is good…oh yeah the match. Hawk who is a new comer to this fed has been pimped as the Axis’ muscle, and I believe he has all the tools to overcome that foolish spot monkey. Zyon should just drop his pursuit of honor or better yet just retire. He should just get out now, or his next battle with the likes of one Michael Cross could be his last.” The Gambling Man muffles grimly before making another comment, “Oh and good lord is this meat good. It’s orgasmic.”

 

“Umm, King. It’s a cow’s penis.”

 

Mak’s words reach the Suicide King much more than any chair shot he’s ever taken. In an instant, the crippled Franchise has just overtaken the arrogant Gambling Man whose skin has gone a pasty white. Suddenly, Mak whips out a cup, and refuses to pass up this chance.

 

“King, if you’re going to spew…spew in a cup.”

 

As the royal commentator loses his dinner off camera, on camera the lights in the arena begin to dim as “Cult of Personality” by Living Color erupts over the newly installed speakers in the back of the restaurant. Busting through the swinging doors, the muscle of the Axis squad stares at those who enjoy their meals coldly, before continuing down his path to the ring. Expending the energy to jaw with the thousands that have some how found room inside the infinite restaurant, Trent Hawk simply ignores the cursing that is aimed directly at him…along with the expensive bill that is thrown his way for one cheeseburger. A bill that the young Axis member is never going to pay, which earns his this…

 

“YOU SUCK!!”

 

…From one of the employees while another individual uniformed with standard fast food clothing, speaks from a mic located at the front of the counter. His name tag reads FUNYON…yes in all capitals.

 

“Coming to the ring, hailing from Hollywood, California. Weighing in at 243 lbs, he is a member of the Axis. This is TRENT HaaaaaaaaaWWWWWKKKKK!!!”

 

The sound of his name over the intercom launches the new comer into a form of verbal self-promotion that ends with the words “I’m better than all of you.” Obviously, the guy isn’t looking to make friends, and it’s even more clear that tonight he is ready to take down the Unique Youth. Rolling into the ring, Hawk patiently stretches out against the ropes while he waits for his opposition.

 

And he won’t have to wait long.

 

“I’M BORN!”

 

The familiar words appear over the always changing menu as “Vitamin” by Incubus soothes the customers while they chow down. The older folk’s peace and serenity is soon interrupted by the rest of the population who choose to erupt at the sighting of the former Cruiserweight Champion. Scanning the audience with child like innocence, Zyon quickly bolts down the entrance ramp, as he rolls into the ring, and into the face of Trent Hawk.

 

An Axis member.

 

An associate of Michael Cross.

 

An enemy.

 

Respecting the rules of the professional company that created his celebrity, Zyon takes a step back away from the boiling Trent Hawk, allowing Funyon to do his job.

 

“And his opponent, hailing from Elkhart, Indiana. Weighing in tonight at an even 200 lbs. He is the Unique Youth, ZYYYYON!!!!”

 

The confident youth skips his usual taunt, refusing to take his eyes off a friend of his enemy. Both men hop around in place while the buzz from the audience reaches an intense climax before referee Ken Masters signals for the bell.

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

“Both men look to have hate in their eyes tonight, and I would believe this is the first time these two have ever met, outside of last shows brawl.”

 

“Mak, you’re really looking into this too much. It’s quite simple really. Zyon is going to use his spotty offense against that brute with potential. And you know what’s going to happen? The so called Unique Youth will get plastered by this rookie, who I believe wants this much more than Zyon.” Strong words from the otherwise immature Gambling Man.

 

Stomping out of his corner, Hawk looks to immediately crush the youth with a charging lariat, which Zyon easily ducks out of the way of. Keeping the former Cruiserweight Champion on his toes, the Axis member quickly recovers with a massive spinning back fist that connects to the cheek of his young opponent. Stammering against the ropes for refuge, Zyon rubs his now swollen cheek, unsuspecting of the vicious knee that was just planted into his sternum!! Latching on to the youth’s arm, Hawk Irish whips Zyon across the ring, which is a blessing in disguise for the Unique Youth. Diving feet first on to the middle rope, the crafty cruiserweight lunges backward with a corkscrew cross body that lands perfectly into the body of one Trent Hawk…

 

…Into the unforgiving arms of the Axis member. Struggling to break free of his poor position, Zyon is unable to save himself from the rookie who tosses the youth backward with a fall away slam!

 

“YEEEEAAAAHHHH!”

 

However, from the sound of things not everything went to plan for Hawk. Realizing that Zyon was able to add an extra twirl to the fall away slam, which placed the youth safely on his hands and knees, Hawk turns and EATS a forearm shot to the face!!!

 

*CRACK!*

 

“Fantastic agility shown by Zyon who was able to land on all fours as opposed to landing on his back. And because of that, he now looks to have the upper hand.” Mak cheers the babyface of the battle on.

 

Continuing his onslaught against his larger opposition, Zyon drives his foot into the sternum of Trent Hawk before trapping him in a front face lock. With the muscle of the Axis stunned, the youth unknown for his strength, snaps that heavyweight up and over with a snap suplex and the cover.

 

ONE!

 

Kickout!!

 

“While I am surprised Zyon actually got the brute up and over for that snap suplex, I am not even shocked by the outcome. The suplex was relatively weak and if I didn’t know better, I would say that being on the offensive has taken some of the youth’s energy as if he was on the defensive.” Suicide King explains, proving that he can be just as smart as Mak when it comes to commentating.

 

Exiting on to the ring apron, Zyon prepares to reach into the real meat and potatoes of his offense as he waits for Hawk to reach his feet. Once the heavyweight has gathered himself to a vertical base, the youth takes off, springing off the top rope with a missile dropkick aimed at the chest cavity of his larger opponent. Then again, no matter how good one’s aim is, it’s almost impossible to hit a moving target with something as narrow as a missile dropkick!

 

*CRASH!*

 

Smacking the canvas stomach first, Zyon gasps as the air is driven out of his lungs by the impact…

 

*CRACK!*

 

…And then by the boot that connects with his right lung. Taking the momentum from the boot in stride, Zyon rolls back to his feet, and into a blind charge toward his rookie opposition. Sticking his arm out for a running lariat, Zyon refuses to act disappointed when the behemoth that he is trying to take down ducks under the shot as if he was playing with a child.

 

Yeah, child’s play.

 

Once again, Zyon feels it his duty to prove to the world that he shouldn’t be taken lightly as he lunges on to the middle rope, leaping backward with his elbow pointed in the direction of Trent Hawk. Using his brute strength to stop the youth in his tracks, Hawk catches Zyon, and fluidly transitions the stunning grab with a high angle back suplex counter!!!

 

“WOW! Hawk is really showing Zyon up in the early going. Perhaps his mind is to infatuated with Michael Cross.”

 

King scoffs at that idea, “Mak, quit making excuses for him. He’s being beaten worse that Spike beat you when he crippled you. So far Zyon’s ULTRA COOL AND EXCITING OFFENSE…stupid really, has been demolished by Hawk’s strength. And you tell me, Mak. What is Zyon without his high flying offense.”

 

“Hmmmm…yeah, he’s pretty much screwed.” Mak must even submit to the Gambling Man’s point.

 

Clutching the back of his head, Zyon is “helped” to his feet by his radical opponent, who Irish whips the youth across the ring and into the ropes. Bouncing back toward Hawk, Zyon’s eyes grow, frightened by the enlarged foot that is almost imprinted into his pretty boy looks.

 

Almost.

 

Sliding under the boot attempt, Zyon pops back to his feet, which not only refuels his confidence, but it also brings the crowd back into the match. With the people well behind him in his quest to demolish this beast, Zyon leaps into the air, and with perfect timing, wraps his legs around Hawk’s head just as the heavyweight turns around to face the Unique Youth. Moving his hands so that they are located under the youth’s legs, Hawk explodes, firing the youth into a back flip, which flat out interrupts the hurricarana attempt. Using his amazing athleticism, Zyon lands graciously on his feet to the surprise of nobody in the enlarged restaurant…

 

…Including Trent Hawk…oh crap.

 

*CRACK!*

 

Floundering to the canvas, a victim of a massive boot to the face, Zyon swiftly picks himself back up to his feet. Shaking away the cobwebs constructed by that brain rattling boot to the face, Zyon looks to strike back with a lowered shoulder charge aimed at Hawk’s sternum. And unlike the missile dropkick attempt, Hawk doesn’t have the time to move…so it should be easy pickings, right?

 

Right?????

 

Oh so wrong. Halting the Unique Youth in the middle of his dramatic charge, Hawk counters the attack with a devastating gutwrench suplex toss that sends Zyon crashing to the mat in a puddle of disappointment!!!!

 

“King, all that brute had to do was lock both hands around the youth’s waist…and that was enough to stop the tenacious cruiserweight. Cross has really found himself a winner in this character.” The Franchise compliments the man who looks to be on a mission.

 

Grinning from ear to ear, Hawk poses for the audience who respond in kind…

 

“BOOOOOOOO!!!”

 

The jeering doesn’t affect Hawk in the slightest; if anything it fuels the new comer brought to us from the heelish city of Hollywood, California. With the ropes assisting him back to his feet, Zyon leaps from his lowered state into the air with a high angle dropkick that actually knocks the big man backwards!!! Continuing his attack from a lowered position, Zyon lunges feet first at the bigger Hawk, clipping his right leg with a basement dropkick. Collapsing to one knee, Zyon bounces off the near ropes before HAVING HIS HEAD TAKEN OFF BY A LEAPING CLOTHESLINE performed by the amazing Trent Hawk! Rolling on to his side in a weaken heap of what he used to be, Zyon finds the weight of his opponent pressing him to the mat with a lateral press.

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

TWO!!

 

Kickout!!!

 

Popping his shoulder off the canvas, Zyon tries his damnest to fight through the pain that has been presented to him by this particular Axis member. Grabbing the youth by his lengthy brown hair, Hawk pulls the Unique Youth into the always painful inverted atomic drop that affects the youth the same way it affects all males. Continuing his objective to lock the youth down with pain and punishment, Hawk slams the youth to the canvas with a much better snap suplex than the one performed by Zyon earlier in the contest!! Popping back to his feet while the youth remains on the canvas, Hawk places his boot and begins to grind it into the face of his opponent, showing complete disrespects for the former Cruiserweight Champion.

 

“BOOOOOOO!!”

 

Hidden under the jeers from the crowd would be Zyon’s whispering screams that excite the Axis member. Hoisting the youth back to his feet after grinding away some of his face with his boot, Hawk forces the youth into the nearby ropes, and when Zyon bounces back, trips him to the canvas with a drop toe hold. Showing off his quickness one more, Hawk bounces off the near ropes himself, and just as Zyon’s face rises from the canvas…

 

*CRACK!*

 

…Does he plant his knee into that very same face! Cowering to the canvas with his hands covering his face, Zyon is unable to move out of the way of 243 pounds that collapses on him in the form of an elbow drop. Holding his hand into the air, Hawk counts along with the ref…

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

TWO!!

 

 

Kickout!!!

 

Glaring at referee Ken Masters and the two fingers he holds up, Hawk takes a moment to jaw with the ref…and then with the audience.

 

“Well Hawk has shown me two things tonight. One, he’s a fantastic athlete and two he really isn’t a people’s person.” Mak comments on Hawk’s social abilities or lack there of.

 

Nonchalantly lifting the youth to his feet, Hawk makes a grave mistake indeed. Lowering his guard, the Axis member feels a sharp pain overcome his eyesight as the youth GOUGES THE HELL out of his opponent’s eyes.

“What the hell is that, Mak?? Come on! I want to hear you preach about the rules when one of your favorites break those very same rules.”

 

With Hawk momentarily blinded, Zyon wraps himself around the stunning heavyweight, dropping him on his face with the Decline!!!!

 

“Zyon’s version of a reverse Russian Leg Sweep, otherwise known as a Flatliner. Nothing spotty about that!”

 

Rolling out to the ring apron as the crowd behind him chants his name, Zyon bolts to the top rope with a spring board, extending his legs so that they crush the opposition across the back of his neck with a spring board leg drop!!! Flipping Trent Hawk on to his back, Zyon takes off for the ropes once more, leaping on to the middle rope, and taking off with his Half Moon moonsault that connects!!!

 

…

 

With the knees of his opponent!!!!

 

“Ha! Poor Zyon. I bet he was saving all of that up for that moment, and then once again has his spotty offense halted by Hawk. This is great!”

 

Clutching his sternum as he backs into the nearest corner, Zyon can only watch as his body is smashed into the turnbuckle by the enormous (by SWF standards) Trent Hawk who squashes the youth with an avalanche splash. Feeling the former Cruiserweight Champion collapse in his arms, Hawk denies the youth the luxury of rest as he tosses the youth across the ring with a high angle hip toss! Skidding across the canvas, Zyon some how pulls himself back to his feet, and sprints down the battlefield with rage sprinkling in his eyes.

 

“Mak take a look at this. I think the spot monkey is a bit embarrassed. What does he plan to do now?”

 

Answering the Gambling Man’s question, Zyon leaps into the air with both hands clasped together to form a club…

 

“He’s looking to cut the big man down to size, but I believe he’s starting at the wrong spot.” Mak thinks out loud while holding out hope for the Unique Youth.

 

…Stopping the youth’s attempted onslaught with ONE HAND, Hawk drives Zyon into the canvas with a modified choke slam that absolutely ruins the youth in front of his fans. Gasping for breath, Zyon pulls himself back to his feet where he meets eye to neck with the larger Trent Hawk. Stabbing the youth with a toe kick to the sternum, Hawk easily hoists the youth into the air for a vertical suplex…and holds him elevated as if he was some trophy. Scissoring his legs, Zyon fights out of the dungeon that Hawk tortures him in, dropping carefully to the canvas. With both hands wrapped around Hawk’s head, Zyon sits out, snapping the heavyweight down with a momentum changing neck breaker!!!

 

“YEEEEAAAAHHHH!”

 

Clutching his neck, Hawk rises back to his feet just as his smaller opponent does the same. Using his speed to his advantage, Zyon forces the Axis member backward with a barrage of punches. Ignoring the plead from Ken Masters to open his fists up, Zyon strikes his opponent until the ropes stops Hawk’s retreating. Driving his knee into Hawk’s sternum, Zyon locks the monstrous figure down with a front face lock, as he leaps on to the second rope, looking for a tornado DDT!!! Swimming off the middle turnbuckle, Zyon forces Hawk into a whirlwind, and unannounced to the youth would be Trent Hawk’s newest position…

 

AKA no longer in a front face lock.

 

…Zyon though continues his rotation until Hawk counters the tornado DDT with a tornado SPINE BUSTAAAA!!!

 

*CRASH!*

 

“OOOOOOOOOOO!”

 

The crowd echoes as Zyon’s eyes nearly fade into the back of his head. Rolling on top of the youth, Hawk hooks the leg…

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!

 

 

 

 

THNO!!!!!!

 

Snapping his shoulder off the canvas, Zyon proves to be quite the pest for SWF’s newest heavyweight. Shaking his head in disgust, Hawk quickly picks the youth up, and quickly pays for his ignorance as the youth shoots his shoulder into the Axis member’s sternum. Latching on to Hawk’s head, Zyon twists his hips, driving the heavyweight to the mat with another neck breaker…this time one out of the shake, rattle, and roll cloth!!! The Unique Youth proves to be quite inefficient when he is unable to cover his larger opponent, but he does the next best thing, and that of course is to get away from the angry giant (once again by SWF standards).

 

“Zyon is in perfect position to win this thing. The crowd is completely behind him, and judging by the way Hawk is getting to his feet, the youth has the position advantage as well.” Mak comments on Zyon’s in ring wit.

 

As the muscle of the Axis rises to his feet, he searches the ring in front of him, and to his surprise there is no little cruiserweight to be found. Of course, by the time he realizes that Zyon is behind him, it’s too late. Lunging at the villain like some super hero, Zyon drives his forearm into the back of his opponent’s neck with a sensational spring board forearm smash…that doesn’t drop the incredible Hawk!!!! Staring at the heavyweight in awe, Zyon leaps into the atmosphere, slicing through the doubled over heavyweight with a rare scissors kick performed by the Unique Youth! Rolling on to the grounded Hawk, Zyon goes for the cover.

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!

 

 

 

 

KICKOUT!!!

 

Powering the youth off, Hawk sits up from his lackadaisical position in the ring as Zyon is already putting the boots to the larger opponent, because let’s face it. Everyone is the same size when they are on the ground. The aggressive Hawk pursues the youth; ignoring the weak kicks that more annoy the Axis member than actually hurt him. And with one last explosion of rage, Hawk hurls the youth into the air; bear hugging his legs on the way to the sky…before cutting off his life stream with a flapjack into the fucking turnbuckle!!!!

 

*CRASH!!!*

 

“Jesus, what a maneuver. I guess we can now see what happens when Trent Hawk is pissed off!”

 

“That’s right Mak. Hell I wouldn’t just fear Trent Hawk. I would fear Ciro and the Cruiserweight Champion as well. The Axis could be a force to be reckoned with.” The Gambling Man spits off.

 

Sticking to the turnbuckle as if it was his Siamese twin, Zyon finds himself using his ears instead of his eyes to defend. While this is quite unnatural for the youth, he knows having the behemoth chase him is the best way to deal with someone who is blinded by their own anger. As the foot steps get louder and louder, and his opponent’s breathing becomes clear, Zyon fires his right foot backward…and prays for everything else to fall into place…

 

…

 

*CRACK!*

 

“YEAHHHHH!!”

 

Clutching his face, stunned by a kick that had no right to actually hit its mark, Trent Hawk takes a step backward, giving Zyon a moment.

 

Just one moment…all the time in the world.

 

Running up the turnbuckle with his back facing the angered heavyweight, Zyon prepares for his signature No Regard corkscrew body attack. Tonight the youth learns that preparation is only part of the puzzle. Pushing the youth’s legs out from under him, Hawk shows Zyon that action is another piece of the jigsaw. Falling uncontrollably into a tree of woe position, Zyon’s arms swim through the air as his head dangles inches away from the canvas. With the blood rushing to his head, Zyon begins to struggle intensely with the spot he finds himself in. His mystical green eyes begin to fade once again as Hawk charges forward with hatred in his eyes as he buries the youth with a leaping elbow that digs into the facial structure of his opponent…who hangs lifelessly in a tree of woe!!!!

 

*BANG!!!*

 

Zyon’s arms lie motionlessly against the canvas as his breathing has slowed down considerably…

 

“Oh man that was bad. Zyon could be completely knocked unconscious from the impact of that move alone.”

 

“And it doesn’t end there, Mak. Not only has Zyon’s spotty offense been voided by Hawk’s brute strength, but he could have broken a few cheekbones in Zyon’s pretty little face. Oh man this is lovely.”

 

Dragging the lifeless cruiserweight out from the tree of woe, Hawk arrogantly covers the youth with ONE FOOT!!!

ONE!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!

 

 

THNOOOOO!!!

 

“He really expected to win with that type of cover?”

 

Rolling to his feet, Zyon who looks to have definitely seen better days, answers Hawk’s overbearing arrogance with a step up kick to the back of his neck that quite frankly…HURTS the heavyweight. Then again, not even pain can stop Hawk’s reign of terror as he simply gouges Zyon’s eyes out with his huge paws. Bull rushing the youth against the turnbuckle with his immense frame, Hawk smashes the youth with a single shoulder charge to his chest! While the Unique Youth fights catch the oxygen leaving his standing corpse, Hawk simply lifts the youngster on to the top rope, and actually climbs up after him. As the fans start to buzz over seeing someone Hawk’s size on the top turnbuckle, they begin to realize that this could be the end of Zyon!

 

“LET’S GO ZYON!”

 

The crowd let’s loose as Zyon COMES ALIVE! Jabbing the larger Hawk in the sternum with blatant closed fists, Zyon reaches into the playbook of a few Nottingham natives along with a certain star soccer player’s newest rise to fame. Thrusting his head forward, Zyon drops the Axis member with a head BUTT to his opponent’s chest!!! Descending to the canvas, Hawk crashes to the mat as he gives Zyon another moment to dominate.

 

Just one moment…all the time in the world.

 

“Do it kid!!!” Mak shouts as if Zyon was some over the hill actor playing a boxer or something.

 

Rising to his feet, beating off the cramps, bruises, and swelling throughout his body, Zyon dives off the ropes with his amazing finishing move. Everything has to come to an end sometime…even the world. And even a brilliant rookie…in one last FINAL FLASH!!!!

 

…

 

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…

 

*CRASH!!!*

 

“OH NO!!!” Mak cries out as the Suicide King giggles in the background.

 

“See Mak. That’s been the story of this match. Everytime Zyon gains any sort of momentum he’ll foolishly go back to his spotty offense, and that’s when Hawk demolishes his hopes and dreams. Hawk has Zyon’s spots scouted so well that it’s just a matter of time now. I mean the kid just missed his BIG SPOT! It’s over!”

 

Dejected, Zyon pulls himself off the canvas as he meets the angry eyes of the competitor opposite of him. Realizing that he could be in for some beating, Zyon bounces off the near ropes, thrusting both legs forward in another attempt to cash in on his spotty offense with the SNAP front dropkick! And just like any other time the youth went to the river, he comes back with no aqua as the devilish Hollywood native slams him to the canvas with a modified power bomb…FOOL! Zyon’s head bounces off the canvas as Hawk looks to finish this film…it’s time for the CREDITS TO ROLL BABY!! Powering the into a power bomb position, Hawk quickly realizes he has underestimated the youth’s heart, which is much larger than his body. Spinning behind the Axis member, so that he is now in an electric chair position, Zyon delivers some vicious elbows to the neck of his opponent. Hawk begins to lose his balance to the point where he almost drops Zyon over the top rope, but the youth locks his legs around his opponent’s neck, choking the life out of his.

 

“What is this???” King questions.

 

As the heavyweight begins to lose his balance and his vision begins to blur does Zyon finally move into one final spot…a submission. Unlatching his legs, the youth slithers to the canvas, taking Hawk to the ground, fujiwara style. Scissoring the arm, Zyon begins to tug back on his opponent’s damaged neck.

 

Yeah damaged.

 

Refusing to let Hawk forget that while his spots didn’t work all the time, the one’s that did were all aimed at one focal point…the neck. This isn’t a final flash…this is a culmination of hard work and fighting through the pain…even when you realize that you are outmatched. Even Hawk won’t deny that he was the better man, but all it takes is a moment…

 

…And a clear vision of your career ending to realize you have all the time in the world…if…you…just…

 

….

 

TAP TAP TAP!!!

 

DING DING DING!

 

“The winner, the UNIQUE YOUTH ZYYYON!!!”

 

Rolling out of the ring to “Vitamin” by Incubus, Zyon marches his way to the back with one man on his mind…Michael Cross.

 

It’s not over…not by a long shot.

 

FADE!

[Guest longcat]

Thanks...man, that was a great match you wrote. I'm surprised I won, actually. I shook some rust off, as well, haven't written match oriented shit in a while. But I heard you were damn good, so I figured I better put my ass into gear. Thanks for the challenge, something I needed so that I'd actually feel the need to work.