SWF Storm (June 7/2002)

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[The sound of a cold wind whistles through a darkened arena.

 

Suddenly several medium sized white pyros explode in the centre of the stage as a rain of blue sparks cascades down to the stage in front of the SWF-tron.

 

After a few seconds the lights return, scan an excited audience then zoom in on the announcer's table...]

 

Mark Stevens - It's time for yet another action-packed edition of SWF Storm!

 

Bobby Riley - Sigh...reduced to being an announcer.  How far the once mighty Bobby Riley has fallen.

 

Stevens - Quit bitching, I was bigger than you ever were!

 

Riley - Conspiracy!

 

Stevens - Suuuure....on with the show!

[Guest BA_Baracus]

TAG TEAM MATCH

Annie Eclectic & Xstasy vs. Durandal & Fallout

- Durandal beat out Annie in the US title triple threat match on Smarkdown and Xstasy defeated Fallout by DQ on the same show.  Now all 4 will combine for this tag team match on Storm.

 

NON-TITLE HARDCORE MATCH

Edwin MacPhisto vs. Ash Ketchum

- Edwin has never been a hardcore specialist and Stubby knows this.  Stubby hopes to humiliate the heavyweight champ by having him lose to the WF rookie, Ketchum.

Match Description – Regular DQ and count-out rules are not in effect.  Submissions, pinfalls and knockouts count anywhere within the arena.

 

TAG TEAM TITLE MATCH

Jay Dawg & Sacred © vs. Chris Wilson & Stryke

- Chris Wilson and Stryke have recently allied with each other, and will put their teamwork to the test this Friday as they challenge da Pound for the tag team titles!

 

SINGLES MATCH

El Luchadore Magnifico vs. Perfect Bo

- Perfect Bo came close to defeating Edwin for the title on last week’s Storm and was largely responsible for retiring the Hville Thugg (now a Carnival ally).  Magnifico and Bo will go one on one this Friday…

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After a commercial for Microsoft Windows XP featuring Sacred ("Bill Gates... is EVIL."), SWF Storm opens back up on the Verizon Wireless Arena in Manchester, New Hampshire. The camera pans the audience and catches such signs as "Stryke's Hardcoooooooore Like Jerry Lynn," "Durandal/Annie III: Worse Than Ketchum" and "A JL Jobber In My Own Home State," held by a lackey standing next to SJL European Title contender Mike Van Siclen, who sits idly wearing his sunglasses and looking angry. Eventually, the SmarkTron fades in on pictures of Annie E and Xstasy on one side and Fallout and Durandal on the other, a Clan logo below the latter team. Finally, the camera swings over to the announce table where Grand Slam Mark Stevens sits next to Bobby Riley.

 

*Stevens: We're ready for our first contest of the night.

*Riley: This is a travesty! Why is a team of Fallout, the longest-reigning Light Heavyweight Champion in SWF history, and the United States Champion, Durandal, jerking the curtain on Storm?!

*Stevens: Well, for one, they're up against Xstasy and the Real Annie E, so maybe Stubby wanted to give the crowd something to get excited about to start the card off.

*Riley: Hey, now that's a theory. Why didn't I think of that myself? ... Oh, yeah. Because I'm not a MARK.

 

With that, synthesized trumpets ring out through the arena as a video of Annie E begins to play on the SmarkTron. Suddenly, "I Get Wet" by Andrew W.K. begins to blare on the PA as the Real Annie E runs full-speed down the ramp. She slides underneath the bottom rope and stares admiringly at the crowd section to her left, then points to them in a wide arc and sharply clenches her fist to point her thumb at her chest.

 

*Funyon: The first competitor in this tag team contest... From Chicago, Illinois, and weighing in at 155 pounds... She's an angel, a criminal, so obvious, so subliminal... she's the REAL Annie E!

 

The crowd pops for Annie even as "Come With Me" by Puff Daddy starts. The arena blacks out while a brilliant white light shines from the entryway. The familiar silhouette appears, projected by the light out onto the crowd, and with a hughe explosion of pyro, the lights go back to normal. Xstasy swaggers down the ramp, scanning his fans and eventually hopping to the apron. He holds his arms in an X above his head to tremendous cheers from the crowd.

 

*Funyon: And her partner, from the Nation's Capital, Washington, DC, and weighing in tonight at 211 pounds... The Perfect Drug, XSTASY!

 

The fans continue cheering until the lights go out once more. "Scum of the Earth" by Rob Zombie begins to play. With the heavy guitar part comes an explosion. As a faint green glow lights up the arena, Fallout comes through the curtain, followed by Durandal. The two Clansmen walk straight for the ring, Fallout's eyes fixed on Xstasy, Durandal's on Annie.

 

*Funyon: Their opponents, at a total combined weight of 398 pounds... Fallout... the SWF United States Champion, Durandal.... they are THE CLAN!

 

Fallout stands in the center of the squared circle, feet apart, as Durandal kneels in front of him and spreads the US Title belt out. Fallout closes his eyes and slowly lifts his arms skyward, and Durandal bows down as if he were worshipping his belt. A huge green explosion goes off behind Fallout as the fans continue booing. With that, the two remove their robes and set them, along with the belt, in the corner. Durandal exits, leaving Fallout to start the match. In the opposite corner, Annie shakes her head wildly and insists on a 2/3 rock-paper-scissors match to determine who starts. Xstasy wins, and as Annie sulks out of the ring, referee Sexton Hardcastle signals for the bell.

 

 

DING DING DING!!!!!

 

 

*Stevens: This one is underway, and it looks like we've got a reprisal of the Smarkdown opener!

*Riley: Also, and this is just in... fire is hot.

 

Fallout and Xstasy walk to the center of the ring. They circle around each other, each man cautious, before Fallout takes the initiative to throw a vicious knife-edge chop across X's chest. X answers with a Ridgehand chop to the neck, which Fallout dodges. He catches X's arm and twists it. X follows the action of the twist and somersaults through, landing on the back of his neck and spinning through on his shoulderblades to nail Fallout in the chest with a Capoeira-style spinning heel kick! The crowd pops like crazy as Fallout staggers backwards and Xstasy kips back to his feet. Xstasy grabs Fallout's arm and whips him to the ropes. Fallout rebounds with a spinning heel kick, which Xstasy ducks. Fallout hits the mat with a minimum of impact and begins to spin through even as he falls, and as soon as X turns around with a spinning Ridgehand chop, Fallout nails him with a superkick! Xstasy staggers backwards and Fallout follows him to the ropes with another spinning heel kick, sending both men over the top rope and the floor! As soon as they go over the top, Durandal and Annie E step into the ring and dart toward the center. Overwhelmed by the speed and amount of action, Sexton Hardcastle just shrugs and leans in a neutral corner.

 

*Stevens: Looks like we have a lucha libre match by default here, Bobby... that's appropriate, as we have four of the top light heavyweights in the SWF all in the ring in this match.

*Riley: Sometimes I wonder about you, Stevens. Annie and Durandal don't give a damn about cruiserweights or light heavyweights or Loogy LaBrea, whoever that is. All they care about is beating the living crap out of each other, and I have to favor Durandal. He is, after all, flat-out better than Annie.

*Stevens: Didn't we go through this on SmarkDown? She put up a damn good fight, and might I add that if the referee hadn't been distracted, Durandal might have ended up disqualified just like Fallout, or even pinned clean.

 

Durandal stalks to the center of the ring, mirrored by Annie. He goes for a collar and elbow tie-up, but Annie ducks out of the way. She walks back and allows Durandal to tie up with her again, but slides out of position again. She stomps around a bit, wearing a scowl on her face, and then performs a big, exaggerated throat slit motion, mocking his favorite taunt. The crowd pops like crazy for Annie making fun of her former stablemate. When Durandal charges at her, she assumes a martial-arts stance and thrusts her head forward, spitting a mouthful of mist at...

 

wait a minute...

 

there's no mist there.

 

*Stevens: Why did she just...?

*Riley: Quit choking up on your bat and watch the match.

 

Durandal takes a second to check his face, surprised that Annie went to the trouble of pretending to blow a mouthful of nonexistent mist. While he's distracted, Annie nails him with two quick, stiff kicks to his ribcage, doubling him over in pain. She grabs the back of his head and nails the icepick-bearing sadist with a knee to the face. As his head snaps back up with the force of the knee strike, Annie leaps into the air and nails him with a solid Drop Kiss that sends him over the top rope! She raises her hands in the air and starts to clap for herself, but doesn't have much time to celebrate as Fallout slides into the ring.

 

Fallout moves toward Annie in the stance of a veteran moving towards a relative rookie. Annie takes on a more serious position as she sees Fallout coming toward her. She throws a quick and dirty kick to the stomach, but Fallout catches the leg and segues seamlessly into a Dragon Screw leg whip. He attempts to follow into an STF, but Annie manages to mule-kick him back and swing back to her feet. She throws a Drop Kiss at Fallout, but he ducks it and lets Annie fall to the mat. With that, he drops an elbow onto her chest and leaves her prone on the mat. He jumps up and, showing amazing agility, springs off the second rope to nail Annie with an Asai moonsault! Sexton Hardcastle counts

 

ONE!

 

TWO- no, kickout!

 

*Stevens: Impressive show of speed by Fallout, but it's going to take more than that to keep Annie E and Xstasy down... and that, my friends, is a damn promise.

*Riley: Sounds like you're promising more than they can deliver, like the Cubs trying to win the pennant every year.

 

Fallout pulls Annie to her feet by her arm, then Irish-whips her into her corner. He points to X and claps his hands together, telling Xstasy to tag himself in. Angered by Fallout's show of conceit, X does so, only for Fallout to walk calmly to his own corner and tag Durandal in.

 

Durandal struts to the center of the ring, looking at X like something he scraped off the bottom of his shoe. Xstasy, meanwhile, sprints to the center energetically, moving and staying loose for his Capoeira-inspired style. Durandal attempts to lock up, only to be caught by surprise when X drops to the mat and spreads his legs, executing the Wishbone Splint. Before the Drug can finish the hold, though, Durandal falls forward with a solid shotei to the temple. He backs out and readjusts to shake off the effects of the hold and then picks Xstasy back up. He whips X to the ropes and waits in position for a Yakuza kick, but Xstasy anticipates it and holds the ropes. Durandal charges at him to nail a running palm blow, but X hits a back body drop at the last second and sends the US Champion over the top rope to the floor! Fallout re-enters the ring but steps back out as Durandal grabs Xstasy bu the ankle and drags him to the outside.

 

*Stevens: Durandal's obviously a bit frustrated here and he's going to try to take it out on Xstasy outside of the ring.

*Riley: Good for him. Let's see Sexton Hardcastle try to stop him out there.

*Stevens: Bobby, he's clearly getting sloppy here. You have to wonder what implications that'll have on the match.

*Riley: You say that... and yet, I don't. Kind of blows that theory, doesn't it, MARK?

 

Outside the ring, Durandal catches the X-treme competitor with a palm strike to the jaw and then a spinning palm to the face. As Xstasy staggers backwards, the Clan member follows him and executes a running Yakuza kick. With his opponent stunned, Durandal throws him into the ring and follows him in time to break the count. He drops a quick elbow into X's chest to stun him, then steps firmly on his neck.

 

*Stevens: I hate when he does this. It's so disrespectful and unethical.

*Riley: Oh, you're just mad you didn't think of it.

 

Sexton Hardcastle sprints over to Durandal and orders him to step off Xstasy's neck. Durandal replies, "What?" Hardcastle, visibly irritated, shouts, "Stop choking Xstasy!!" Durandal remains poised on X's neck, with the DC native rapidly turning various shades of red and purple, and calmly replies, "I'm not toking. I'm wrestling, and the SWF has drug tests." Fed up, Sexton Hardcastle shoves Durandal and yells, "STOP CHOKING YOUR OPPONENT!" Durandal's eyes grow wide, and the camera catches him muttering, "OH! My OPPONENT!" He still doesn't step off Xstasy's neck, though, until the official shoves him with all his might and manages to move him off of the Perfect Drug. With the Green Ferrari semi-conscious on the mat, Durandal drops a diving headbutt onto his sternum and covers him for

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

TH- NO, Annie comes off the top to break the pin, and Durandal rolls away as Xstasy bellies out!

 

*Stevens:  That has to be one of the most ridiculous things I have ever seen.  (sarcastic) “Oh, my opponent.”

*Riley:  It was a simple misunderstanding.  Don’t blame Durandal for being deaf in one ear.

*Stevens:  Bobby, Durandal is not deaf in one ear.

*Riley:  Well, not all the time.  Just when Hardcastle is talking to him.

*Stevens:  Really?  I wish I could learn that trick.

*Riley:  So do I.

 

Durandal gets up.  Sexton yells at Annie as she exits the ring.  Xstasy gets up as well, but slower than Durandal.  Durandal nails him with a Shotei across the chest!  (WHOO!  Xstasy lets out a cry of pain.  Durandal winds up and nails him with another Shotei!  (WHOO!  Xstasy is now against the ropes.  Irish whip by Durandal, Xstasy reverses and lowers his head for the back drop, Durandal leaps over him and bounces off the opposite ropes, Xstasy stands up straight, but before he can turn around, Durandal comes up behind him, applies a waistlock, and throws him into a release German Suplex!  Durandal grabs Xstasy by the leg and drags him over to the Clan corner.  He holds out his hand.  Fallout slaps it and starts to climb the turnbuckles.  Durandal scoops Xstasy up and slams him to the mat.  He then looks at the opposite corner, where Annie waits, and flashes a middle finger.  Annie tries to enter the ring, but she’s held back by Sexton.  Back at the other end of the ring, Fallout leaps off the top turnbuckle and nails Xstasy with a leg drop!  He then moves out of the way, allowing Durandal to climb to the top turnbuckle.  Once he gets there, he leaps off and nails Xstasy with a Somersault Senton!  But the Clan isn’t done yet.  Fallout climbs up to the top rope once again, facing the other way this time.  He leaps backwards, and he nails Xstasy with a moonsault!

 

*Stevens:  Fallout and Durandal are taking advantage of the distracted referee.  Surprise, surprise.

*Riley:  Wouldn’t you do the same thing?  Oh wait, that’s right.  You’re one of those honest people.  People like you are what’s wrong with this country.

*Stevens:  Honest people are what’s WRONG with this country?  That’s something I thought I’d never hear.

 

Lateral press from Fallout…but Sexton is still busy with Annie.  Finally, she backs down and returns to her corner.  Sexton turns around to find Fallout waving him over.  He runs over and gets in position for the count…

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

TH-but Xstasy gets the shoulder up!  Fallout looks up at Sexton and claps his hands three times.  Sexton holds up two fingers.  Fallout rolls his eyes and brings Xstasy up.  He punches him a few times, backing him down into a neutral corner.  After a few more punches, Fallout opens the fist and nails Xstasy with a knife-edge chop!  (WHOO!  He whips Xstasy into the far corner and charges in after him.  Xstasy tries to sling over Fallout, but Fallout catches Xstasy’s legs on his shoulders.  He then pushes them away, sending Xstasy over the top rope to the floor!  Xstasy slowly stands up.  Fallout waits for him, and then he runs off the opposite ropes, charges toward Xstasy, and leaps through the ropes and takes him down with a suicide dive!

 

*Stevens:  What a move by the Nuclear Weapon!  But wait…it looks like Annie E is not going to take this lying down.

*Riley:  I wish she’d take me lying down.

*Stevens:  Oh god, that’s an image I don’t need right now!

 

Fallout slowly stands up.  He turns around, ready to return to the ring, but Annie dives off the apron and takes him down with a flying cross-body attack!  She stands up and taunts Fallout for a moment.  Meanwhile, Durandal enters the ring and looks to the side of the ring where the other three participants in this match are.  He bounces off the opposite ropes, runs toward Annie, then leaps over the top rope and takes her down with a somersault plancha!

 

*Stevens:  All four of these people are out of their minds!

*Riley:  And in the end, the Clan ends up on top.

 

Durandal stands up.  He grabs Annie by the hair and starts to pull her up, but a recovering Xstasy comes over and kicks him in the back.  Durandal lets out a small cry of pain and grabs at his back.  Xstasy grabs Durandal by the arm and whips him toward the ring stairs, but Durandal reverses the whip and Xstasy eats the steel!  Fallout is starting to get back up.  Durandal grabs Xstasy and rolls him back into the ring.  Fallout follows him in and makes the cover…

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THR-NO!  Xstasy kicks out just before the count of three!

 

*Stevens:  Wow.  I thought X was done for sure.

*Riley:  So did I.  That martial arts background made him tough.  But is he tough enough to make a comeback?  I think not.

*Stevens:  Well, he can’t make a comeback on his own.  He has to tag out of there.

 

After seeing Xstasy kick out, Durandal tries to come into the ring.  Sexton holds him back.  Fallout looks over his shoulder, realizing that his partner has the referee distracted.  He stands up and grabs Xstasy’s legs.  Spreading them apart, and pausing for a second to flash an evil smile, he places his boot in Xstasy’s genitals!  Xstasy writhes in pain on the mat.  Fallout looks up and notices that Annie is trying to pull herself back onto the apron.  He walks up and grabs her by the hair, and he “helps” her up.  Fallout looks Annie in the eye…and gets sprayed with the green mist!  Fallout staggers back, holding his eyes!  Durandal watches it happen and nearly goes berserk!  Sexton struggles to hold him back.  Xstasy slowly stands up, still in considerable pain.  Fallout slowly turns around, still trying to wipe the mist away from his eyes…and Xstasy charges forward and takes him down with a spear!  Xstasy lies on the mat, too exhausted to take advantage.

 

*Riley:  That dirty little bi…

*Stevens:  Watch it now.

*Riley:  She sprayed Fallout with the green mist!  How can the referee not see it?  Is Hardcastle blind?

*Stevens:  Well Fallout does wear green paint on his face.  It kind of blends in.

*Riley:  Quit making excuses!

 

With both men down, Sexton starts a ten-count.

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THREE!

 

Xstasy slowly rolls over and crawls toward his corner.  Fallout does the same.

 

FOUR!

 

FIVE!

 

Annie calls out encouragement to her tag team partner, reaching out her hand for the tag.

 

SIX!

 

SEVEN!

 

Fallout is almost there.  Xstasy is close as well.

 

EIGHT!

 

Fallout tags in Durandal!  He quickly enters the ring and runs toward the opposite corner, and he grabs Xstasy by the leg before he can make the tag.  He pulls Xstasy away from his corner.  Xstasy hops up onto his free leg, and then jumps up and nails Durandal with an enziguiri!  With Durandal down, he crawls back to his corner, makes one last lunge forward…and makes the tag to Annie!  She enters the ring, ready to go!  Durandal gets up.  A Drop Kiss sends him back down!  Fallout gets up and runs toward Annie, but a Drop Kiss knocks him down as well!  Right hand for Durandal!  Right hand for Fallout!  Durandal!  Fallout!  Durandal!  Fallout!  Annie then grabs Durandal’s head with one hand and Fallout’s head with the other…and slams them together!  Fallout goes down.  Durandal stays on his feet, but he’s not looking good.  Annie runs past him, bounces off the ropes, grabs Durandal’s head as she comes up behind him, and takes him down with a Bulldog!  She hooks the leg…

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

…but Fallout breaks up the count.

 

*Stevens:  Annie E is on fire!  She probably had the match won, but Fallout was there to break up the pin.

*Riley:  The Clan won’t go down that easy.

 

Fallout stands up, but Xstasy suddenly runs over and takes him down with a spinning heel kick!  Fallout falls backward.  He gets up and leans against the ropes.  Xstasy runs up and delivers a dropkick that sends him out of the ring!  Annie brings Durandal back up.  Right jab, right jab, dramatic pause…left hook!  Down goes Durandal.  Outside the ring, Fallout is slowly getting up, using the barricade to pull himself back up to his feet.  Xstasy moves to a nearby corner and starts to climb up to the top.  While he does this, Annie mounts Durandal and delivers several punches to the face.  Sexton tries to break it up, but Annie isn’t in the mood for playing fair right now.  Xstasy eyes Fallout, leaning against the barricade, and he dives toward his opponent…but Fallout dives out of the way and Xstasy hits the steel!  He goes down.

 

*Stevens:  Oh my god!  Xstasy just threw himself into the steel barricade!  He was aiming for Fallout!

*Riley:  But he missed, and he crashed right into that steel barricade!  Stick a fork in him, Mark.  He’s done.

 

Back in the ring, Annie finally stops her attack after about ten punches to Durandal’s face.  She stands up, and then pulls Durandal up to his feet.  Fallout rolls back into the ring, but Annie has her back to him and doesn’t see him.  She takes Durandal by the arm, Irish whip, Durandal reverses and leap-frogs over Annie…who runs right into a Superkick from Fallout!  She goes down!  Fallout and Durandal both pick her up and drag her into the corner.  They lift her up and place her in a sitting position on the top turnbuckle.  Durandal climbs up after her.  Xstasy is somehow back up and is trying to get back into the ring, but Fallout runs up to him and nails him with a baseball slide, keeping him away.  Durandal sets Annie up for a superplex.  He lifts her off of the turnbuckle…AND PLANTS HER WITH THE SYSTEM CRASH!!!

 

*Stevens:  System Crash!

*Riley:  Goodnight Annie!

 

Fallout stands near the side of the ring in case Xstasy tries to come back in again while Durandal hooks the leg…

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THREE!!!

 

DING DING DING

 

“Darkest Days” begins to play, and Funyon gives the official word.

 

*Funyon:  The winners of this match…Fallout and Durandal…THE CLAN!!!

 

Fallout walks up to his partner, who stands over a defeated Annie.  Sexton grabs their hands and raises them up…but Fallout immediately pulls his hand away!  He looks at Sexton, pointing at his face, which is still covered in the green mist.

 

*Riley:  You see that Sexton?  That’s the mist that Fallout was sprayed with, you damned fool!

*Stevens:  What the hell is Fallout complaining about?  His team won the match.

*Riley:  But they nearly lost it because of that mistake made by referee Sexton Hardcastle.  And Fallout is letting him know exactly how he feels.

 

Sexton tries to explain to Fallout that it was a simple mistake.  Fallout doesn’t appear to be buying it.  But eventually he cools down.  He points at the timekeeper’s table.  Sexton walks to the side of the ring.  Funyon hands him the US Title belt, and Sexton hands the belt to Durandal…and Durandal clocks him in the head with it!  Sexton goes down!  Durandal backs away as Fallout climbs through the ropes to the apron.  He jumps up to the top rope, bounces off…and drops the Nuke on Sexton Hardcastle!!!

 

*Stevens:  What the hell was that!?  The Clan just took out the referee!  That’s the second referee Fallout has taken out this week!

*Riley:  No respect for authority.  That’s why I like him.

*Stevens:  That was chaotic to say the least, and we’re just getting started!

[Guest BA_Baracus]

“I wanna be the very best, like no one ever was…”

 

The crowd rises to their feet as we return to the Verizon Wireless Arena, and all of Manchester, New Hampshire gazes in awe as a waterfall of glimmering, golden pyro gives way to Billy Crawford’s “Pokemon Theme,” shining spotlights, and one man poised at the top of the ramp, arms split out in a crucifix pose—Ash Ketchum, going sans Misty tonight for this sure-to-be-brutal showdown!

 

“Welcome back to SWF Storm,” shouts Mark Stevens, “and our second match of the night!  Hot off that opening tag, things are about to get even hotter here in Manchester!”

 

“The following contest is scheduled for one fall,” booms Funyon, “and it is a hardcore match!”  The fans cheer both for the spectacle of Ash’s entrance and the potential bloodletting just announced, and Funyon continues his intros.  “Entering first, weighing 258 pounds, from lovely Pallet Town in Tampa, Florida—the Pokemon Phenom, Ash Ketchuuuuuuuuuuum!”  The crowd fires off another solid pop as Ash spins around and pumps his fist into the air, giving the split-finger victory sign and calling forth five towers of red pyro before beginning a jaunty dash down the ramp!

 

“I don’t know what it is with these ‘face’ characters,” mumbles Bobby Riley.  “Always with the complicated entrances—all I needed was a few strobe lights and some White Zombie!  Is that really so hard?”

 

“Aw, come off it, Riley,” chuckles Stevens, as Ash dives into the ring and climbs the nearest turnbuckle, pulling his shirt over his head and whipping it into the crowd to draw another solid pop from the fans.  “We’ve got an interesting contest lined up tonight, where former Hardcore Champion and recent JL bump Ash Ketchum takes on the man that watched over him in the JL as their Commissioner, our own World Heavyweight Champion, Edwin MacPhisto!”

 

“This should be quality,” remarks Riley, optimistic for once.  “If memory serves me right, Edwin bleeds like a stuck pig!”

 

With that, the lights cut out and silhouettes begin to fade in and out on the SmarkTron.  The crowd’s cheers boil over with anticipation, and from the rafters, a familiar British voice drifts down…

 

“Well, well, well!  A splendiferous occasion tonight might be, though it could be rather brutal for me!  This Is Hardcore, you see, and while I’m not much into Pulp or their fiction, I am into providing the one thing you all need, bleed, what lets you feed!  Spectacle!  Extravaganza!  Bonanza!  Gunsmoke!  The 1812 Overture!  Nonsensical word association!  A bloody well good time!  Watch out folks, because YOUR World Champion is in the house, and he’s about to throw down, get down, and certainly, most assuredly, never, EEEEEVER let down—step right up and get your ticket, because the hardcore show is about to start!”

 

As Edwin’s words reach a fever pitch and a human beatbox drops in, a pair of blue spotlights swing back and forth across the entrance ramp.  The music swells to a climax and the lights spiral outwards across the crowd, drawing whoops and hollers before crashing back to their point of origin and colliding into a wall of power purple strobe lights!

 

“I said hallelujah!”

 

BOOM!  Huge columns of red and gold pyro shoot upward as “Battleflag” kicks in and the red and gold disco lights start to swirl!  Beneath the spectacle, out steps the man himself, World Heavyweight Title clasped around his waist, arms raised in reception of ovation, and a huge grin across his narrow mug!

 

“And his opponent,” bellows Funyon, “from Amsterdam, England, and weighing in at 239 pounds—he is the leader of the Midnight Carnival and the SWF World Heavyweight Champion—Edwin MacPhistOOOOO!”  The crowd explodes and Edwin breaks into a jog down the ramp, slapping hands all the way down!

 

“MacPhisto will need a lot more than charm to win tonight,” comments Riley, as Edwin dives into the ring, tossing his trenchcoat over the top rope.  “Our World Champion is woefully inexperienced in hardcore matches—hell, Ketchum’s only had three matches here, and he already has way more falls-count-anywhere experience than MacPhisto, and that’s to say nothing of the JL, where Ash had all sorts of stuff to deal with—cage matches, ladder matches, last blood matches—the kind of things Edwin rarely touches!  And to boot, Ash has got to be pissed as hell all after Stryke raped his soul and took his title on Smarkdown!”  As Riley rails on, Edwin passes his accessories to the referee, who takes them to ringside and then calls for the bell…

 

DING DING DING!

 

The crowd revs up as Edwin and Ash stand in the center of the ring, eye to eye, the Mac Daddy wearing a grin and Ash wearing a somewhat awed impression.  “Look at this!” says Stevens.  “Ash is in a bit of shock, I think!  Only his fourth match in the WF, and he’s already squaring up with the world champion!  In terms of experience, Edwin has this match locked up, but in terms of hardcore style and innovation, Ash has the edge!  Imagine what would happen if Ash came through on this huge opportunity…”

 

The two men continue to stare down, and the crowd reaction gets louder, louder, and louder…

 

…until Edwin drops to the ground and hits a leg-sweep, taking Ash’s legs out from under him!  “And Edwin gets the first strike, capitalizing on the new guy’s naivete!” chuckles Stevens.  The crowd laughs along, and Ash suddenly looks very pissed, but MacPhisto offers him a hand, pulling him up…and eating a palm strike as Ash lunges forward with a blistering shotei!  Edwin staggers back, only to eat a rising uppercut that nearly takes him off his feet and bobbles him back towards the ropes!

 

“Dammit, Edwin!” murmurs Riley.  “You’d do so much better in situations like this if you just stopped trying to play nice!”  Edwin stumbles into the ropes and Ash quickly seizes him, stepping for an Irish whip and sending Edwin across the ring.  Edwin bounces back and Ash charges forward with a clothesline, but Edwin dives under the outstretched arm and into a roll, skidding and springing to his feet on the other side of the ring as Ash comes charging back.

 

“These two agile men showing their stuff in the ring so far—the question on everyone’s mind, of course: when is this going to get hardcore?”  Stevens wonders aloud while Edwin and Ash charge back towards the center of the ring, colliding in a collar and elbow lock-up that the slightly stronger Ash manages to control.  Feeling the pressure and knowing that he won’t win the test of strength, nimble Edwin breaks out of the lock-up and rolls to the right, ducking around Ash to cinch a rear waistlock!  The crowd roars as Edwin gets ready for the German suplex, but Ash fires back one, two elbows into Edwin’s left temple, breaking him off.  “Ketchum counters out of the waistlock, now looking for an arm wrench—OH!”  Stevens cuts himself off and the fans’ cheers echo out as Ash quickly grabs Edwin’s arm, pulls him tight, and flips him up into a fireman’s carry before dropping him with a hard Olympic slam!  “Early Pikaslam from Ash, an effective reversal!  And here goes Ketchum to the outside!”  Ash leaves Edwin laying in the center of the ring and ducks to the outside, immediately diving down and searching below the ring like a muskrat looking for muskrat love.  The crowd murmurs as Edwin starts to get to his feet in the ring, shaking off the impact of the Pikaslam, while Ash simultaneously reappears and stands…bearing a fire extinguisher!  The crowd cheers for the first hardcore element of the match, and Ash, eager to put out the World Champion’s flame, hops up to the apron…only to feel a pair of hand wraps around his neck!  Edwin turns and sits out, snapping Ash’s neck over the top rope with a hangman, and the Pokemaster sails off the apron and back to the outside, fire extinguisher clanging uselessly behind him!  

 

“That’s why you always hit them with the tank first, then spray!” chides Riley.  “Sheesh!  Some kids’ll never learn!”  With Ash splayed out on the side of the ring and just starting to stand, Edwin grins out to the crowd and backs up.  Ash gets to one knee, and Edwin barrels forward and leaps through the second and third ropes!

 

“Tope suicida!” shouts Stevens, and before Ash can go anywhere he finds himself crashing down under 239 pounds of fey Brit!  The two men go down hard, and Edwin stands, brushing himself off, before he remembers the falls-count-anywhere stipulation! He immediately drops back down and hooks Ash’s leg, and the referee dives to the outside and begins to count!

 

ONE!

 

TWO—Ash kicks out comfortably!  “Edwin seemed to let his head slip and delay on the cover there, which could have cost him an early win,” remarks Stevens, “but Ash looks to still be in pretty good shape—I think we’ve got a bit of a fight ahead of us!”  Edwin pulls Ash up on the outside and hits a sharp kneelift, fires one more, and now Ash doubles over, right into a front facelock.  Edwin raises his arm high and looks to fall backward with a DDT right over the thin mat outside, but Ash shoots his arms forward and shoves Edwin off and back towards the apron!  The World Champ charges right back, but Ash wards him off with a forearm smash before charging forward and spearing MacPhisto right into the side of the ring!  An “ooh” escapes the crowd as Ash pulls him off the apron and whips him into the guardrail, then preps for another spear…only to eat guardrail face-first as Edwin dodges to the right!  As Ash hits the rail, Edwin comes back and threads a hand through his legs, pushing forward and catching the dazed Ash with a schoolboy!  “Quick cover—this could be it!”

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

TH—and Ash powers out of the schoolboy!  “Edwin seems to be looking to win this match via wrestling--”

 

“—and that’s his first mistake!” snaps Riley.  “If you’ve got the hardcore environment, use that, not suplexes and schoolboys!”

 

“But Edwin’s not very good in the hardcore environment!” retorts Stevens.  “This might be his only option!”

 

“Feh…”

 

Outside the ring, Edwin pulls Ash up and starts to roll him back under the bottom rope, but the Poke-Man fires back with a few punches and breaks free, rolling back to the outside.  “Ash is trying to keep the fight where his strengths are, though Edwin has seemingly dominated the outside action so far,” analyzes Stevens.  Ash charges towards Edwin, and the Mac Daddy ducks, but Ash follows him and lands a knee to the small of Edwin’s back.  With MacPhisto slightly stunned, Ash cinches his arms around Edwin’s neck, starting to lock in the Bind guillotine choke, but Edwin reaches up, drops to one knee, and snapmares Ash back down to the ground!  Ketchum keeps fighting with back elbows, but each one misses as Edwin drags him back up to his feet, transitioning out of the headlock into a dragon sleeper and hooking Ash’s left leg with his right!  The crowd starts to cheer and Edwin busts out a mile-wide grin!   “Looks like Edwin’s setting up for the dragon sleeper legsweep that did some heavy damage to Perfect Bo last week!“  But Ash isn’t having it!  The Pokemaniac plants his feet as Edwin tries to sweep him backwards, using his left arm to lob hard elbow after elbow into Edwin’s ribs.  After three shots, Edwin breaks away, but Ash rotates and gets his arm draped across Edwin’s chest, readying a Rock Bottom!  At the announce table, Riley shuffles through his notes!

 

“Poke-Rap?  Why the hell doesn’t he just call it a Rock Bottom?  Uranage?  Front throat slam?  Hello, wrestlers here, not goofballs!”  Ash lifts Edwin for the slam, but Edwin shifts his weight forward and plants his feet, aborting the move and shooting forward with a quick headbutt—that Ash dodges!  Ketchum ducks to the right and throws his arm up as MacPhisto’s head shoots across his right shoulder—

 

BAM!

 

Ash sits out and connects with the sitdown jawbreaker!

 

“Great series of reversals,” calls Stevens, “and here’s Ash with his first cover of the night!”

 

ONE!

 

TWO—and Edwin gets the shoulder up, clutching at his jaw in mild pain as Ash pulls him back to his feet.  “Edwin’s kept Ash restrained so far,” says Stevens, “but now Ash is in control!”  Ash drives a heavy knee into Edwin’s gut, then grabs him by the waist of his pants and heaves him headfirst towards the guardrail.  Edwin crashes into it, and Ash moseys on over to Funyon’s seat as Edwin collapses!  With a few comical gestures, Ash seizes the chair out from under Funyon, folds it up, and makes a beeline back for the rising Mac Daddy, raising the split-finger victory sign all the way.  “Ash has the chair now, but he might have given Edwin time to recover…”

 

CRAAAACK!

 

“Or not.”

 

Edwin falls fast as Ash clubs him over the head with a wicked chairshot, and Ash falls for another cover, this time hooking the leg!

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THR—and Edwin kicks out, drawing a sigh of relief from the fans!  Undeterred, Ash leaves the chair behind and quickly pulls Edwin up by the arm, dragging him along the outside, occasionally grabbing him by the back of the neck and pounding his face into the ring apron as he makes his way up towards the entrance ramp!  As they pass the last ringpost, Ash pauses and drills Edwin’s forehead straight into the post, sending a metallic clang echoing out through the entire arena.  “They’re heading back to Ash’s house now!” chuckles Riley.  “Backstage, where Ash managed to cheat his way to a hardcore title win over Stryke--”

 

“Cheat?” interrupts Stevens.  “It’s a hardcore match!  Edwin’s my pal and all, but anything goes!”  Ketchum keeps dragging Edwin with him, but as they get halfway up the ramp, the parted path between a veritable Red Sea of cheering fans, Edwin stirs and pulls himself away!  He starts to walk back towards the ring, but Ash catches him by the hair, pulls him back, and sits out, drilling the back of Edwin’s head to the steel with an inverted X-Factor!  Still wanting to get backstage, Ash pulls groggy Edwin back to his feet, guiding him up the ramp—and Edwin breaks away again, this time launching a heavy knee into Ash’s side!  “Edwin doesn’t want to head backstage, and I can’t blame him!  There’s all manner of places that the hardcore wizard Ketchum can make his own!”  Ash comes back with a big right hook, trying to pacify Edwin, but Edwin ducks and rockets forward with a shotei to Ash’s chest!  Ash stumbles, and as he regains his balance, Edwin takes a short dash forward and leaps into the air, plowing Ash’s chest with his Doc Martens out of a beautiful running dropkick!  Ash hits the steel hard, sitting back up slowly, but as he stands, the risen champion rockets forward with a superkick, but Ash gets his hands up in time to catch it!  Edwin hops on his planted foot and flips up, looking to roundhouse Ash’s face with a gamengiri, but Ash ducks under it and Edwin ends up in a very painful contorted position, his legs twisted and both to Ash’s left side!

 

“Edwin’s been focusing on striking attacks to keep his distance from the dangerous Ash, but look where that’s gotten him now!” chides Riley.  With an impressive show of strength and a big ovation from the crowd, Ash cinches contorted Edwin by the legs and lifts him over his head with a big heave, following through and crushing the champion against the steel with a solid powerslam!  The fans shudder at the impact, and Ash moves to pull Edwin up, but the grounded Mac Daddy offers a pained boot to the jaw instead!  Ash staggers back and Edwin stays down, and Ketchum moves forward again, eating another grounded boot shot, this time to the leg.  Finally, getting frustrated, Ash moves around to the side and bends down towards Ash, and suddenly the crowd breaks into a riot as Edwin kips up and snags Ash’s head in a front facelock, falling right back down to the mat in the span of about two seconds and drilling his opponent with a desperate DDT!

 

“Holy lord, a kip-up DDT onto the steel!  If Edwin just rolls over, he can get the—and there he goes, hand over Ash’s chest!”  Stevens is excited and so are the fans as the ref drops to count the pinfall!

 

ONE!

 

 

 

TWO!!

 

 

 

 

 

THR—no, Ash kicks out with surprising tenacity!  “Ash is showing some amazing resilience tonight!”  Despite Ash’s tenacity, Edwin is the first one up, and he takes the initiative, staggering his way back to the ring with Ash close behind, staggering just that wee bit more to keep the appropriate stagger-distance between them.  Edwin hurriedly dives into the ring and gets to his feet, turning, waiting for Ash…

 

…but doesn’t see anything!

 

Suddenly, a roar of wild approval rises up from the crowd, and Edwin looks down to see Ash’s eyes peeking over the ring apron!  Curious MacPhisto takes a step forward.

 

Then, he backs off, because it is suddenly very evident why the crowd is cheering.

 

“Ash has got the Poke-Ball sledgehammer!  What, do we keep one of those standard under the ring?” questions Stevens.

 

“Have you been under one of our rings, Mark?  Gnomes and little metal workers live under there, constantly building ladders, tables, chairs, and the like for our own destructive purposes!”

 

Ash stands to his full height and takes a swing under the ropes, but Edwin dodges back!  Crawling into the ring, hammer and grin in tow, Ash rises and takes another wide swing, but Edwin pulls his chest out of the way in the nick of time!  “Ash Ketchum has gone a little bit nuts with that thing in his hands!” remarks Stevens.  “One false move by Edwin, and we’re going to have a world champion with smashed ribs!”  Edwin tries to bait Ash into another swing, looking to line up some sort of kick for an attack, and as soon as swings one more time, Edwin comes forward with a springing sidekick…but Ash dodges and swings the hammer!  The end of the hammer crashes into Edwin’s side and knocks him away, and as Edwin crumples weakly, Ash eagerly tosses the hammer aside and drops for the cover!

 

“Sledgehammer shot, hoo boy!” hoots Riley.  “Goodnight, champ!”

 

“Ash could pull the huge upset here!”

 

The ref drops to the mat…

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

THRE—and Edwin gets his shoulder up, crying out in pain!  Not letting up, Ash immediately cinches Edwin up and yanks him into a standing headscissors, then a double underhook, and then lifts, jutting out his knee and landing Edwin’s sledgehammered ribs right over the cap with an inverted Blastoise Backcracker!  The crowd oohs at the display, and Ash rolls over for another cover!  “Edwin’s ribs are under attack!” shouts Stevens.  “Ash’s technical and hardcore upbringing coming together for the shocking win!”

 

ONE!

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

TH—and Edwin gets another kickout!  The usually carefree Ash gets in the referee’s face, but the ref holds up two fingers!  “Ash thought he had it, and so did I!” shouts Stevens.  The crowd is getting electric, and with a shake of his head, Ash bails to the outside of the ring, back towards the announce table and the discarded chair from earlier.  Ash snags it, then comes back and sees Riley.

 

“Look over there, Bobby!”

 

“Huh?”

 

“Yoink!”  And Riley falls on his ass, Ash snatching the chair out from under him and clanging it on the guardrail to fold it!

 

“Damn him!  I hope he trips and breaks his nose on each chair!  Twice!”  Riley fumes as Ash dives into the ring, a chair in each hand as he nods to the top turnbuckle, drawing a huge pop from the crowd…but Edwin’s back up!  Edwin starts to charge forward, but Ash breaks into a run and reaches his left arm out, clotheslining Edwin down with the chair and nearly beheading him!  The crowd is sharply divided as Edwin thunks into the mat and Ash starts to scale the top…

 

“KET-CHUM!  KET-CHUM!”

 

“MAC-PHIST-OOOOO!  MAC-PHIST-OOOOO!”

 

“Two fan favorites going at it, and the payoff’s about to be huge!” calls Stevens.  “Ash is on his way to the top rope, and if history is any indication, Ketchum’s about to unload his kill-all end-all hardcore finisher, the Steel Wing!”

 

“That sick double chairshot won the belt off Stryke, and it’s about to give Ash a huge victory over our world champion!  And it might make him bleed!” cackles Riley.  “I can’t wait!”

 

The crowd is going nuts as Edwin starts to get to his feet, some of the fans still chanting for Ash as he flaps the chairs like wings, some trying to get their favorite Carnie to turn around…Ash waits on the top for the perfect moment, and as Edwin stands to his full height and turns to face him, Ketchum leaps…

 

…and falls…

 

…and swings…

 

…and hits NOTHING as Edwin dives out of the way at the last second—but Ash lands on his feet!  Ketchum catches his balance and the crowd is in an uproar as Edwin turns, only to have Ash throw his left-hand chair right at him!  Edwin catches it, and Ash winds up!

 

“AIR KETCHUM!”  Ash launches the spinning roundhouse kick—AND EDWIN SWINGS FORWARD AND CRUSHES THE INCOMING LEG WITH THE CHAIR!  THE CROWD GOES NUTS!

 

“WHOA!” cries Stevens.  “What an impact—Ash is hobbling, but he’s still swinging, my god!”

 

Ash comes around to a huge roar and swings the left chair—and misses!  Edwin ducks, and leaps…and hits the gamengiri right against the chair!

 

CRACK!  The chair rebounds into Ash’s face as Edwin lands, and the crowd is going nuts as Edwin leads back in the opposite direction…

 

WHAM!  “Enzuigiri!  Gamengiri to Enzuigiri to Ash is a dead man walking!” shouts Stevens!  The jumping roundhouse to the back of the head smashes Ash’s face right into the chair he holds, and seeing a window of opportunity as the chair clatters away, Edwin leaps forward and hits a shotei to Ash’s dizzied head, spinning him back-to-back with the champion, the Mac Daddy eying the chair eagerly!  The crowd roars!

 

“NO WAY!” shouts Riley!

 

“YES WAY!” shouts Stevens!

 

Edwin roars and hooks Ash’s arms, then vaults forward…and connects with the Encore Cross right onto the chair!  Ash limply falls across Edwin’s bridging form as he locks in the backslide, and as the ref drops to the mat, the crowd counts along!

 

“ONE!”

 

 

“TWOOOOO!”

 

 

 

 

 

“THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

 

The bell rings and a cheer erupts as the referee lifts a dizzied Edwin up!

 

“Your winner,” bellows Funyon, “Edwin MacPhistOOOOO!”

 

“Battleflag” starts to bump and the crowd goes wild as Edwin stands tall, breathing heavily!  “The hardcore master Ash Ketchum made on false move, and Edwin capitalized on the blown Steel Wing in a big way!” summarizes Stevens.  “What amazing drive from Ash, though, taking Edwin MacPhisto to the limit in just his fourth match here in the SWF!”  In the ring, Edwin starts to help a dizzied Ash up, and Ash confusedly throws a punch before realizing Edwin’s helping hand.  The crowd roars loudly as Edwin nods to Ash and raises his arm in tandem with his!  “A great show of respect from MacPhisto the upcoming star!  Ash Ketchum lost tonight, but he’s sure as hell going to get noticed after how close he came!  We’ll be back with the tag title match right after this, so stay tuned!”

[Guest BA_Baracus]

SWF Storm returns to the air, the Verizon Wireless Arena exploding to life as the show comes back from commercials, the fans eager for the next big match. After a quick scan of the crowd the camera moves down and settles on the commentary duo of doom, “Grand Slam” Mark Stevens and Bobby Riley.

 

GSMS: “Welcome back wrestling fans. We’ve already had a great show so far, but the actions only going to pick up right now, with a big match for the SWF Tag Team Titles.”

 

Riley: “Indeed, the impressive team of Sacred and Jay Dawg, who have defeated all opposition to those belts so far, will go up against the newly paired duo of Chris Wilson and Stryke, the belts on the line.”

 

GSMS: “Wilson and Stryke are in great form, pairing together to defeat the Carnival in tag team action last week, and on Smarkdown Wilson overcame the challenge of El Luchadore Magnifico, while Stryke regained his Hardcore Title from Ash Ketchum. But tonight they’ll face perhaps their biggest challenge, Jay Dawg and Sacred certainly no slouches either.”

 

Riley: “The three-time US champ and current ICTV champion have really established themselves as a force in the tag team division. They’ll be hard to beat, but if anyone can do it it’s Wilson and Stryke. With two good heelish teams going at it I have no idea who to go for!”

 

GSMS: “I’m sure you’ll think of something. Well Funyon’s getting into the ring, so I guess it’s time for the entrances.”

 

The arena goes dark, only a white spotlight flickering onto the stage as Cypress Hill’s “Rock Superstar” kicks up, the fans instantly getting to their feet in boos as blue and silver pyro sparkle up from all across the stage. As the sparks and smoke clears Stryke slowly walks out onto the top of the stage, absorbing the hate of the fans. Stryke stops under the spotlight and slowly raises his arms up, finishing in a crucifix position as Funyon says his spiel.

 

Funyon: “Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is for the SWF Tag Team Championship! Entering first the challengers. Firstly, weighing in at 219lbs from Sydney, Australia, the SWF Hardcore Gamers Champion, STRYKE!!!”

 

"Ah....Ah.ah.....ah....ah.ah...ah..."

 

”Rock Superstar” cuts out and a female voice coos softly over the speakers before the St. Lunatics start to blast…

 

"I am the king of this city, top down, windows down, puffing like diddy...."

 

The lights kick out and a thing layer of fog floats over the arena as the crowd rises to its feet in unison booing.  Chris Wilson steps out onto the ramp, Ruby Juliet Oakleys blazing as he scans the crowd, soaking in the raw emotion.  He joins Stryke and begins to walk down the ramp, black trench coat swirling around him as he does….

 

Funyon: “And now making his way to the ring, weighing 273lbs from Miami, Florida, CHRIS WILSON!!!”

 

Wilson walks up the steps, takes a look at the crowd, then steps through the middle rope as Stryke slides into the ring. As the boos rain down Wilson puts his Oakleys and gloves into his trench coat and takes it off, handing it to the referee. He then bounces off the ropes once and turns to Stryke, discussing a few things before preparing for the match.

 

GSMS: “This is a big opportunity for both men in the ring. Chris Wilson can pick up his first gold since returning and become a two-time Tag champ in the process, while Stryke can continue his impressive run in the WF since being bumped, perhaps becoming a dual Hardcore/Tag champ.”

 

Suddenly the screen goes fuzzy, as black and white pictures of Sacred's face flash on the screen, if only for a second. Everything goes black and white, as "Seasons in the Abyss" by Slayer kicks up. Sacred walks out, a sly grin on his face, as an avalanche of boos start up. He stands there in the centre of the entranceway, as his arms slowly come up from his sides until they are outstretched, holding the tag belt in one hand, the ICTV in the other. Sacred begins to walk down the ramp, but stops just before he reaches the bottom, wise enough to know not to get in the ring with two opponents.

 

Funyon: “And now entering the ring, weighing in at 231lbs and hailing from Adelaide, Australia, he is the SWF ICTV Champion and one half of the SWF Tag Team champions, SACRED!!!”

 

Riley: “The champs are here! Sacred is one of the best in the WF, fresh off a big win over Fallout to regain his title. I’m sure he’s grown accustomed to being a double champ, and it’ll take something special from the new alliance of Wilson and Stryke to win here.”

 

Before too long a familiar voice is heard, the voice of Jay Dawg shouting out “This is mah house!” signalling the arrival of the other half of the tag champs. 3 dim, blue strobelights start to flash around the ramp as D12's “Fight Music” cranks over the speakers. JD walks out with the lyrics playing, pausing at the ramp,giving a brief look around, his face looking old pissed off as usual. With the New Hampshire crowd booing like crazy JD makes his way down the ramp before stopping by Sacred, sharing a few words as the lights turn back up.

 

Funyon: “And his partner, weighing in at 250lbs from Vancouver B.C., the other half of the SWF Tag Team champions, JAY DAWG!!!”

 

GSMS: “Well the gangs all here, 4 men all after the Tag belts. It’s no doubt only a moment before this match explodes, and what a match it should be.”

 

Riley: “Absolutely, this match features four of the best, the crowd’s booing only shows they don’t recognise real talent when they see it.”

 

Both Stryke and Wilson set themselves in the ring, calling for their opponents to get in the ring, and they’re only too happy to oblige, Sacred and JD charging at the ring and sliding, immediately engaging with the challengers.

 

DING DING DING!

 

A cheer goes up as the match begins, Sacred and Wilson going blow for blow on one side of the ring, while JD and Stryke fight on the other. Stryke goes to take JD off guard with a clothesline, but JD sees it coming, ducking under and laying into Stryke with a volley of right hands, driving him back to the ropes. With Stryke slightly dazed from the attack JD steps back before charging back in, taking Stryke over the top rope with a clothesline, both men tumbling to the outside.

 

GSMS: “A fast paced start by both teams, Stryke and Jay Dawg getting to the outside already while Sacred and Wilson are in the ring.”

 

As Sacred slid into the ring Wilson caught him with some stomps to the back, allowing Wilson to take control of him and lift him up, whipping him across into the ring ropes. Sacred rebounds back, and Wilson leaps up to take Sacred down with the Rim Rocka flying knee. The ICTV champ is prepared though, dodging to the side, avoiding the move and continuing onto the opposite ropes. Sacred rebounds off them, picking up some momentum, and as Wilson turns back around Sacred leaps at the former world champ, drilling him across the face with a flying forearm and sending him to the mat.

 

Riley: “Sacred with a deadly forearm. Sacred and Dawg are right on top of things to start off here.”

 

With Sacred in control for the moment in the ring JD keeps on Stryke, taking him and whipping him hard into the guardrail. With the crowd behind him cheering at his pain, Stryke pushes himself off the rail and charges at JD, but again he is ready, catching Stryke and tossing him head first at the ring post. Stryke reacts just in time though, getting his foot up and placing it on the pole, stopping himself before the impact. JD runs back in at Stryke, and this time the Australian is prepared, dropping down and catching JD with a drop toe hold, slamming Jay Dawg into the ring steps.

 

GSMS: “The hardcore champ giving JD a close up view of those steel steps, Jay Dawg telegraphing his movements on that occasion.”

 

As the referee gets to the floor and calls for Stryke and Jay Dawg to move to their respective corners, Sacred drags Wilson up off the mat, getting him to his feet with a headlock. Sacred cranks away on the head and neck of Wilson, but the evil genius has other plans, forcing Sacred back onto the ropes and using the spring to propel himself free, running across the ring to the opposite ropes. Wilson rebounds and heads back at Sacred, who looks to greet him by catching his arm and looking to propel him across the ring in a hip toss. As he does Wilson is able to use his free arm to grab Sacred and block the move, instead twisting around and getting Sacred in position for a DDT of the double arm variety. With boos sounding that Wilson has get back in the match, Sacred uses the momentary delay by Chris to fight back, getting his right arm free and nailing a series of shots to Wilson’s midsection, causing him to loosen his grasp on the ICTV champ. That’s all the invitation Sacred needs, lifting Wilson up and over and dumping him to the mat with a back body drop. Wilson moves around and drops on top for the cover, but with the referee busy with Stryke and Jay Dawg he hops back up, and as Wilson starts to get back up Sacred returns his attention to him.

 

Riley: “Some good moves from both men, but it’s Sacred on top, escaping the double arm DDT and sending Chris Wilson to the mat with a back body drop. But with the ref busy elsewhere no cover can be made.”

 

Sacred has Wilson up and rocks him back with a forearm to the head, but while he’s doing this Stryke gets back in the ring, running over and attacking Sacred from behind, knocking him down to his knees. Wilson and Stryke pick Sacred up and send him into the ropes, and the pair attempt a double clothesline. Sacred is able to duck under though, stopping on the spot and turning right around. Stryke looks to get back after Sacred, but as he turns he’s met with a stiff dropkick to the face, sending him to the canvas. Stryke rolls out of the way as Sacred quickly gets back to his feet, but unfortunately for him Chris Wilson is right on the spot, greeting Sacred with a sharp superkick. With the fans booing Wilson drops down on Sacred for the first pin of the match.

 

ONE…

 

 

 

TW… No, Jay Dawg is back in action, sliding into the ring and quickly breaking up the pin with a kick to Wilson.

 

GSMS: “Sacred was in control, but with Stryke getting back in the 2 on 1 advantage was too much for him. Now that we’ve got all 4 men back in the ring perhaps we’ll finally see some order restored.”

 

Jay Dawg looks to continue the assault on Chris Wilson, but the referee immediately orders him to the ring apron, which he has no choice but to comply with, despite his complaining. With Stryke getting back to his own corner holding his jaw from the Sacred dropkick the match is finally back in the ring, Chris Wilson and Sacred in the ring. Wilson drags Sacred up off the mat, and wastes no time in whipping him into his teams corner, Sacred slamming hard back first into the turnbuckle. With Sacred in position Wilson runs in for a Stinger Splash, and to ensure Sacred can’t move Stryke grabs hold of him from behind, keeping him in place as Wilson leaps up and slams into Sacred, the champ dropping to the mat as the boos resonate from the crowd at Wilson and Stryke’s double teaming.

 

Riley: “A smart move from Stryke, holding onto Sacred so he couldn’t dodge the Stinger Splash. If Wilson and Stryke con continue to isolate their opponents in their corner this could be over quickly.

 

GSMS: “Despite not being a team for long Wilson and Stryke seem to be working together well to start things off, but I doubt it’ll be long before the familiarity Sacred and Jay Dawg have comes into play.”

 

Following the Stinger Splash Wilson drops to his knees and goes for a pin.

 

ONE…

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

TH… No, Sacred is able to kick out and get his shoulders up off the mat before the three.

 

Riley: “A strong move from Wilson but Sacred kicks out, having to do it under his own power with Jay Dawg too far away to come in and help break it up himself.”

 

With Sacred down Wilson makes the tag to Stryke, bringing the fresh man in. Stryke moves along the apron, grabbing onto the ropes and using them to spring over, coming down on Sacred with a springboard legdrop, Stryke immediately popping back up and raising his arms to the crowd, drawing a huge wave of boos for his troubles.

 

GSMS: “It’s Australian vs Australian here, Sacred and Stryke in the ring together. Stryke better not get too caught up in jawing with the fans though, or it could cost him big time.”

 

As the boos continue to fly Stryke turns and picks Sacred up, driving him back to the ropes with a flurry of right hand blows. With Sacred back on the ropes Stryke goes to whip him across the rings, but as he does Sacred holds on, whipping Stryke instead. Stryke rebounds and looks to get back on top by going for a clothesline, but Sacred ducks down to avoid it, catching him around the waist and lifting him up for a Whiplash Spinebuster. But as Sacred gets him up Stryke is able to get free, dropping to his feet behind Sacred. Stryke grabs him from behind in a rear waistlock, and looks to lift Sacred over with a German Suplex. Stryke goes to hit the move, but just before he can Sacred is able to open Stryke’s grip and get around behind Stryke instead, grabbing him for a German Suplex and quickly lifting him over. Stryke too is able to escape the move, this time using his agility to rotate over and land on his feet. In position behind his opponent Stryke takes Sacred in a side headlock and runs forward looking to ram his head into the mat with a bulldog. Stryke moves forward, but as he does Sacred is able to slip out from behind, pushing Stryke forward to the ropes. Stryke bounces off and stumbles back, which leaves him in perfect position for Sacred to grab him from behind, pulling him in position for a Diving Reverse DDT. Sacred gives Stryke no chance to escape this time, swiftly dropping down and planting Stryke on the mat. Sacred then floats over and goes for the pin.

 

ONE…

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

THR… No, before the three can be counted Wilson charges through the ropes and comes over, breaking up the pin to the boos of the crowd. Jay Dawg doesn’t stand for that though, he himself getting into the ring, charging at Wilson and taking him down with a clothesline, mounting him and laying in the punches.

 

Riley: “Wilson breaks up the pin, but JD doesn’t take nicely to that, taking Wilson down hard.”

 

GSMS: “A great series of counters and reversals from both Sacred and JD, and again things are breaking down, much like they started.”

 

The ref pulls JD away from Wilson, sending him back to his corner as Sacred gets to his feet. He takes over where Jay Dawg left off, picking Wilson up and running at the ropes, tossing Wilson over the top and to the floor. With Chris taken care of Sacred moves over to his corner and tags Jay Dawg in, JD climbing in the ring as Sacred returns to the apron, Wilson too climbing back up on his apron. Stryke gets back to his feet, but as he does the first thing he sees is a fist being jammed in his face, JD rocking the Hardcore Champ back. JD looks to take advantage of the stunned nature of Stryke, whipping him hard into the nearest trnbuckle. Stryke arches his back in pain as he stumbles out of the corner, and walks right into JD, who grabs him and swiftly powers him over in a deadly T-Bone suplex, drilling Stryke into the mat, the crowd ‘ooohhh’ing at the physical nature of the move. Dawg quickly moves around and hooks the far leg, initiating a pinning predicament.

 

ONE…

 

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

 

THR… NO, again Wilson makes the save, running in and slamming a double axe handle into Jay Dawg’s back, breaking up the pin. JD quickly gets up and angrily swings at Wilson, but he has darted back to his corner and quickly exited the ring before he can get his hands on him.

 

GSMS: “Another save my Chris Wilson. The way things are going here you’ll have to disable both your opponents to get the pin, otherwise we’ll just keep seeing more interfering to stop the pin.”

 

Jay Dawg moves over to get in Chris Wilson’s face, but as he’s yelling at Wilson Stryke is able to crawl over, getting up behind JD and nailing a low blow, Dawg doubling over in pain.

 

Riley: “Ouch, Jay Dawg just hit with a low blow. Right in the mommy daddy button, he can’t be feeling too good right now.”

 

GSMS: “After taking that T-Bone suplex that may have been the only thing saving Stryke from further pain there.”

 

Stryke finally gets back up to his feet, and with Jay Dawg still in pain he’s ripe for the picking, Stryke taking hold of him and putting him in position for a Rock Bottom. With boos cascading down Stryke lifts him up and slams him to the mat with the Breakdown.

 

Riley: “The Breakdown! Jay Dawg slammed to the mat, he could be in trouble here.”

 

Stryke lays on top, going for a pin of his own.

 

ONE…

 

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

 

THRE… NO, this time it’s Sacred interfering, dropping to the floor and moving around, reaching in and pulling Stryke off Jay Dawg. Stryke hops up and gives a frustrated look at Sacred as he returns to his corner, but Stryke has to ignore it and move on, heading back to his corner and tagging Wilson back in. He isn’t finished there though, beginning to climb the turnbuckle and ascend to the top.

 

GSMS: “Sacred breaks up the pin, but now Stryke’s going up top. If he can connect with one of his high risk maneuvers than we could see new champs in town.”

 

Stryke stands up top, and with huge boos sounding from all corners of the arena Stryke leaps off, spinning around horizontally 360 degrees and coming down in a high impact splash. But just before he hits Jay Dawg moves! JD just rolls out of the way and Stryke hits nothing but mat, crashing hard.

 

Riley: “Stryke missed! Jay Dawg’s as tough as anyone, and he showed it by getting over the Breakdown quickly and just dodging the Star Cross.”

 

JD starts to get up and looks to move over and tag Sacred in, but before he can Wilson charges in, taking JD down from behind with a clothesline. JD stumbles forward, but Wilson isn’t done, grabbing onto him from behind and putting him in position for a Dragon Suplex, not wasting a second in powering JD over and slamming him into the mat. Wilson holds onto the move for a pin, the crowd counting along sensing that it may be over.

 

 

ONE…

 

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

 

THREE... NO! Sacred dives in and just breaks up the pin before the ref’s hand hits the mat a third time.

 

GSMS: “Wow, a great Dragon suplex, but Sacred makes the save in the nick of time to save the belts.”

 

Wilson goes to get back up, but as he does Sacred his right there, doubling him over with a kick to the stomach. Before Wilson can do anything Sacred grabs him by the head and jumps up, before coming down and jamming Wilson face first on his knee with an X-Factor! Wilson collapses to his back on the mat and Sacred crawls on top for the pin.

 

 

ONE…

 

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

 

THREE… NO! Stryke lays right next to the pin and kicks out to the side, just breaking the pin up despite the punishment he’s taken.

 

Riley: “A desperation X-Factor to the knee from Sacred, and it cam oh so close to winning, but Stryke breaks up the pin with literally no time to spare.”

 

Stryke starts to slowly get up, and Sacred gets to his feet too, nailing a knife-edge chop right across Stryke’s chest, the sick slapping of flesh drawing a big ‘WOOO!’ from the crowd. Sacred delivers another sharp chop, before sending Stryke into the ropes. As Stryke bounces back Sacred leaps to the side and looks to take Stryke down with a Harlem Side Kick, but as he does Stryke catches him, tossing him overhead with a big Overhead Release Belly to Belly Suplex. Stryke gets up and goes to move over and cover his rival Australian, but before he can Jay Dawg is up to his feet as well, moving in behind Stryke and taking him off his feet with a leg sweep, before jumping up and drilling a knee into him with a knee drop.

 

GSMS: “Stryke disposes of Sacred, but Jay Dawg is right on the spot, taking Stryke down as well. The action is all over the place now.”

 

Jay Dawg gets up and picks Stryke up as well, the fans getting to their feet as JD places him in a standing headscissors, setting for the JD’s Revenge. But just before he can hit Chris Wilson saves the day, pulling Jay Dawg away and stopping the move.

 

Riley: “Boy, Stryke was lucky Wilson was around there or this would certainly be over.”

 

Wilson delivers some hard shots to JD, stunning him enough for Wilson to bend him over and place him in position for a Jumping Pile driver! Wilson raises his arms as he’s about to hit the move, but as the crowd reacts with savage boos JD gets a burst of energy and breaks free. Before Wilson can react JD tries to finish Wilson off by launching a Thai Roundhouse kick at the head of Chris Wilson, the Sweet Tooth Loosening! At the last second however Wilson ducks under, and as he stands he grabs hold of Jay Dawg, getting him in position for a Downward Spiral! The fans go up as Chris Wilson swiftly drops back, planting Jay Dawg right into the mat with the Last Resort!

 

GSMS: “Wilson with the Last Resort on Jay Dawg! This could be it!”

 

Wilson drops down and hooks the leg of JD for the pin, but Sacred desperately goes to crawl over and break up the pin. But Stryke isn’t about to let that happen, grabbing onto the leg of Sacred and holding for dear life, Sacred just short of breaking up the pin! Sacred desperately tries to reach the pin as the referee counts the fall.

 

 

ONE…

 

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

 

THREE!!!

 

Sacred gets over and knocks Wilson away, but it’s a millisecond too late, the ref counts the three and calls for the bell.

 

DING DING DING!

 

“Summer in the City” kicks up, the fans going up in massive boos as Chris Wilson and Stryke become the tag champs of the SWF!

 

Funyon: “The winners by pinfall, and NEW SWF Tag Team Champions, CHRIS WILSON and STRYKE!!!

 

Riley: “They did it! Stryke and Chris Wilson defeat Sacred and JD to win the belts!”

 

Wilson quickly slides out of the ring to safety as Sacred darts at him, but Stryke isn’t so lucky, Sacred turning around to Stryke and grabbing his arm, twisting it around his neck before dropping down, slamming Stryke into the mat with the Knifey Spooney! Wilson moves around and pulls Stryke to safety on the outside, the ref handing them the two belts as they move towards the ramp, making their way to the back with the tag belts in hand.

 

GSMS: “Stryke and Wilson with the win in a very competitive contest, and Sacred obviously isn’t happy about losing the belts. Stryke and Wilson get the win though, continuing their good form from the last few weeks.”

 

Riley: “I’m sure they’ll make fine champions, Wilson still undefeated since returning and now a two-time tag champ, and Stryke becoming a dual tag and hardcore champion.”

 

The camera looks at Sacred and Jay Dawg in the ring, obviously not pleased about losing, their demeanours very different from the two men heading up the ramp, both men holding their title belts high as the fans boo their brains out.

 

GSMS: “Well if that big match wasn’t enough for you, we still have our big main event of Perfect Bo against El Luchadore Magnifico, and it’s coming up right after the break.”

[Guest BA_Baracus]

The usual Storm’s traditional music hits which causes the crowd to get up and cheer since they know that they are back on air and that the Main Event is about to happen.  Screaming fans, standing up, cheering, losing their damn voices for some choreograph movements of physical and technical challenge.  The camera tries to catch every single ridiculous face, but there’s far too much to do it.  The camera then shifts towards the announce table where the new announcers Mark Stevens and Bobby Riley sits waiting for their cue to speak.  They get the finger from the cameraman and that’s their indication for the start of their lecture about this main event.

 

“Welcome back ladies and gentleman, if you just tuned in…  You’ve missed a lot, but no fear, the Main Event is here.”  Mark started up with his perky, always a Carnie, self.

 

“It’s unbelievable how you always hype a match up that has no history, no meaning, nothing on it.  These two are facing each other for the first time in their careers, and what is this match going to accomplish?  Nothing, just a fight…  Hell, lets get this match started.”

 

“I mark for this match…” Mark starts to chuckle as he continues speaking.  “Get it?  Mark.”

 

“Oh, please be silent.”

 

“Anyways, I mark for this match for the simple reason is that these two individuals have two different style, a face pace person vs. a slow pace power person.  I know these two people well and that’s why I’m intrigued for this match.”

 

“Fine, all well and dandy but at the long run, there’s no reason for them to fight…  That’s just how it goes.”

 

“You are wrong my homophobic friend.”

 

“I’M NOT A HOMO DAMMIT!”  Riley interrupted.

 

“I didn’t say you were, I just say you were afraid of people that are homosexual.  Look, if you have some inner desires of doing God knows what, that’s your life, not mine.”

 

“The hell with you.”

 

“Anyways, if you paid attention tonight, you might have notice some weird feelings of Bo…  He successfully took out HVille Thugg on the PPV, but lately he’s been talking different and acting different, as if he was part of some kind of cult.”

 

“Everything that Bo’s been affiliated with has been some kind of cult…  Look at it this way, Anarchy, a bunch of people going against authority figures back in the JL.”

 

“I must say, they rock back then…  We were unstoppable.”

 

“Yeah, what ever.  Then he moved up to the WF and he joined, or should I say created a stable call Evil Inc.  Now they rock.”

 

“You had nothing against the Carnies, you know it and I know it.”

 

“What ever, after that he reformed Anarchy again…  Now they were against the WO, granted they had numbers but they didn’t do so well.  After that, he screwed over Anarchy, the stable that he created and joined up with Thugg and X to form “Da Pound.”  Now they were great and they are still around.”

 

“You must’ve forgot about Prime Evil.”

 

“What you mean?”

 

“Bo was part of Prime Evil back in the JL, but after about 3 weeks in being with them, most of them, hell, actually all of them departed to go to the WF and left Bo alone, thus giving him case of bad depression until he created Anarchy.”

 

“That’s true, and that just proves that ELM has no chance in hell against Bo…  It seems that everybody wanted him to join a stable and what not, but he’s picky and he joins or creates what he feels can be something.”

 

“Are you crazy, ELM rocks…  That Mexican man always on top of his game.”

 

“Yeah, well lets see…”

 

A Mexican voice shouts out, “UNO! DOS! TRES! CUATRO!” with each word accompanied by an orange burst of pyro from each turnbuckle. From there, “Mission Trip to Mexico” by Bunch of Believers is blasted through the PA, beginning at the chorus of the song. El Luchadore Magnifico bursts out from behind the curtain as the song begins, eliciting a loud cheer from the crowd as he makes his way down the ramp, waving his flag excitedly.

 

“The following match is schedule for one fall…  Coming in first weighing in at 190 pounds, he is the pride of Mexico City, Mexico…  Representing Midnight Carnivals…  EEEELLL LLLUUUCCCHHHAAADDDOOOREEE MMMAAGGNNIIFFFIICCOO!!”

 

Magnifico takes time to slap a few fans hands, then slides into the ring, drops his flag, and hops onto the second turnbuckle, where he pumps his fist into the air repeatedly. Eventually, he hops off of the turnbuckle and begins stretching as his music dies down.

 

“What is so special about Mexico?  I mean, for real, they are just a bunch of short, bigheaded people that have no money and don’t even know how to speak proper English, plus, they are forever trying to be a U.S. citizen with little money and trying to sneak their way across the boarder, just like ELM did.”

 

“He has his green card…”

 

“Yeah, after settling down here…  He has to get his alien card before coming over here and he did not do that.”

 

“You’re just jealous that he actually shows up every night to fight a good match while you, you just do what you do and no one knows what you do because you suck.”

 

“Jealous, bitter, resentful, fill with envy?  You think I feel that way, ha, I laugh at your notion.”

 

“Keep it Thoro” by Prodigy hits as the SmarksTron comes to life showing the word “BO” with some of his old clips of victories and triumphs…  Bo appears on top of the stage with the Puerto Rican flag in his hands, he begins to wave it around just like ELM did.  After about waving the flag six times, Bo begins to quickly walk down the ramp…  Not listening to anybody, and not caring…  His face pissed off and determined to deliver some pain…

 

“And his opponent, weighing in at 280 pounds from the Bronx in New York City.  Representing Da Pound…  PPPEEERRRFFFEEECCCTTT BBBOOO!!!”

 

Bo continues to walk down the ramp, when he reaches to the apron he slides in and continues to wave the flag.  Little by little he gets closer to ELM…

 

“That’s the Puerto Rican flag…” Riley said.

 

“He’s Puerto Rican?”

 

“I’m as surprise as you are…  I just thought he knows some Spanish, that’s all.”

 

The flag continues to wave right and left as Bo little by little, inch-by-inch gets nearer and nearer to ELM.  All of a sudden Bo takes one step towards ELM and swings the flag hitting ELM right on his arm.  Bo swings the flag again and this time it hits him by the ribs causing the electric Spanish fly to jerk his body and flinch in pain.  The referee tries to get in the middle of this onslaught but to no avail as Bo continues to swing like if ELM was a Mexican baseball and he’s Roberto Clemente.

 

“Dammit, why is he doing that?  That’s not fair.”

 

“It may not be fair but it’s smart…  People always bash Bo for not being the smartest man in the fed but tonight, right now he’s proving them wrong.  Besides, the bell hasn’t rang yet, consequently he cannot get disqualified.”

 

Bo takes a step back, raises the flag up over his head and is about to swing it down on his back when the referee goes behind him and snatches the flag out of Bo’s hand.  The ghetto man turns around with a menacing look as the referee quickly got the hell out of Bo’s fist.  Bo turns around to face ELM and gets cracked with a right hand and that’s when the referee calls for the bell for the start of this match.

 

Ding, Ding, Ding.

 

Another right hand stuns Bo, as he didn’t expect this little guy to pack such a punch, another punch staggers Bo back to the middle of the ring.  ELM grabs Bo by the arm and attempts to whip Bo to the ropes, but he put the brakes on it and yanks his arms so that he whips ELM towards the other ropes.  Bo turns around to face ELM as the little man rebounds off the ropes, Bo bends down and ELM just jumps over him showing the Mexican does have hops.  Bo turns around and sees ELM bouncing off the other ropes, Bo takes a few step forward and tries for a hip toss on ELM.  Bo catches the hip toss on ELM and takes him over but the light little man lands on his feet.  He then turns around and sees Bo going for a clothesline and little Mexican boy ducks it, waits for Bo to turn around and when he does ELM goes for a kick to the gut but Bo catches it and before ELM can do anything that can hit him, Bo just pushes the leg up and that’s when ELM does a back flip, landing on his feet.  Bo attempts another clothesline but the quicker ELM drops down and takes Bo down with a drop toehold.

 

“If he’s going for it right now there is no way he’s going to get the lock on, and if by any miracle of the demons of the inner circle of humanity he gets it on, Bo will not tap out.”

 

“That is such a dangerous and painful move that I do think, if put on correctly, Bo will tap out.”

 

ELM quickly goes to the face of Bo but the big man quickly turns his body to face up and smacks ELM right on his face, but the pride of the Mexican will not be tarnished as he swings right back and smacks Bo right on the face as well.  They begin to roll around the ring and after about a few seconds of rolling on the mat Bo gets the upper hand and sits on top of ELM and begins to wail on him with lefts and rights.  After about getting hit three times around the face, ELM uses his legs, reaches back and hooks his legs on Bo’s arms and pulls him back for a pin attempt.  The referee goes to Bo’s shoulders and begins to count the pin.

 

“Quick cover.”

 

One………..

 

Two………..

 

Kick out by Bo

 

“A sneaky pin isn’t enough to pin this massive monster of Bo.”

 

“Dude, Bo isn’t Thugg…  Bo is only 6’6 and weighs 285 pounds.”

 

“That’s true, but compare to ELM he’s massive.”

 

ELM gets up pretty quickly and he sees Bo on his hands and knees, he takes a few steps back, runs forwards and hits Bo right on his face with a short dropkick.  ELM goes through the ropes right in front of the fallen Bo.  He grabs the top rope, leans back and catapults himself over the top rope and drops the leg right around Bo’s neck.  He shifts his body for the pin and hooks the near leg.

 

One……….

 

Two……….

 

Another kick out by Bo and the crowd is really getting into this, showing their love for ELM, the legal immigrant displaying his speed and tactics that has Bo off balance.

 

“The speed of ELM is just too much for Bo to handle.  I mean, Bo is a good wrestler but we’re talking about the former champion of the world, which has to mean something?”

 

“If you noticed the attitudes of these wrestlers, ELM was world champion when he didn’t give a damn, when he took that flag with them pointers end and speared them in each hand of Wilson.  And Bo, with the attitude that he has about not giving a damn and revenge, Bo is always on the title hunt.”

 

“That’s true, but ELM still rocks.”

 

“Has ELM ever defeated Thugg?  Who took Thugg out of the business?  Let me answer them for you…  ELM never defeated Thugg on a one on one match for the title and Bo is the one, single handedly took Thugg out of the fed, so think it over about who’s going to actually win.”

 

ELM gets up with a look of thinking what to do next, he goes towards the ropes and jumps on the turnbuckle, he turns around to face Bo who is already on one knee.  The crowd gets to his feet because they are about to see someone fly.

 

“This could be the fall of the Aztecs…” Screams Mark in delight.

 

ELM waits for Bo to get on both his feet and once he sees that, he jumps in the air, picture taking, flash flashing, crowd cheering and ooohhhing as ELM gets close to Bo’s head in a sitting position.  ELM lands right on Bo’s shoulder and then tilts his body back and towards the side but Bo bends his knees and stiffen them up, he quickly grabs ELM’s legs and stops ELM’s motion towards the side and back.  Bo then pulls ELM’s body up and quickly drives him down hard on the mat with a Powerbomb counter.  Bo still has one of the legs and he turns so that he’s facing the opposite direction of where ELM’s body is laying at.  The leg is under his arm in a single crab as he tries to sit on his back.  ELM frantically tries to escape but the power of Bo are just too fierce and after a moment of struggling Bo sat right above ELM’s rear.  The pain flows through his legs and appears right on his face, now Bo tries to reach back and complete the lock that many people couldn’t escape.  Once the lock is on, many people fear this is the end, many people stay in silence while other cheers for ELM to continue on and hopefully show his dominance.

 

“All his has to do is reach back and grab the head, after the lock is on you can say it is flowers for the dead.”  Riley said with a twinkle in his eyes.

 

“He wont gets the head ELM is too good, Bo is a thug but ELM was raised in Mexico hood.”

 

Bo tries to get a good grip but ELM’s head continues to slip through the grasp, ELM continues to move towards the ropes from slow then fast.  Finally Bo has the lock on and there’s no escaping from this, but ELM continues to move on, stretching for the ropes like candy outreached from kids.  1-foot left and fingernails nibbles the bottom rope, the fans screaming for ELM to continue reaching and moving giving him some hope.  6 inches left as sweat drips from both their faces, the referee continuing to ask if he wants to quit but ELM said no.  3 inches away and the crowd roar in pleasure, 2 inches away and ELM’s neck and legs now feels the pressure.  1 inch away, he reaches and grabs the rope; crowd gives a standing cheer, as they know there is still hope.  The referee asks to break the hold and Bo was reluctant to do it, after pleading and counting to four Bo had to do it.  Bo gets up and waits for ELM to stand, once he stand on his two feet he gets crack with a right hand.  ELM slumps on the ropes still getting attacked by fist, one hit two hit three hits then a kick.  Right to the gut and ELM bend over, Bo grabs him by the arm and pulls him, once pass him he pushes his shoulder.  ELM goes to the ropes and rebounds back for the awaiting Bo to put on an attack.  ELM gets there and gets lifted into a viscous spinebuster, Bo floats over for the cover and the referee begins the count…

 

One………

 

Two……….

 

ELM kicks out easily.

 

Bo gets to his feet and helps ELM up at the process, he hooks a front face lock, lifts him up and drops him down for a Suplex and Bo goes for another pin.

 

One……….

 

Two………

 

Another kick out by Bo…

 

The Bronx native gets up again and helps ELM up as well, hooks a front face lock and then drops down with a DDT…  Bo goes for another pin…

 

One……..

 

Two……….

 

And another kick out by ELM and Bo is getting frustrated.

 

“I’ve noticed a lot of things about Bo from the time that I’ve been here and been his friend and enemy…  He gets frustrated easily when he don’t gets the pin and that’s when he snaps and doesn’t continue his game plan…  If he would of stayed calm and continue his plan, his blueprint of victory, then he would have been unstoppable.”  Mark said.

 

Bo gets to his feet again and this time he’s determined to finish ELM off for good.  He helps ELM up and applies a ¾ headlock, Bo is about to drop the Perfect Pain but ELM pushes him off…  Bo goes stumbling towards the ropes and bounces back into a viscous Frankensteiner and the crowd just gets to their feet and cheer for their favorite immigrant.  ELM quickly goes for the cover…

 

One…

 

Two………

 

And another kick out by Bo.

 

ELM gets up and now he wants to win the match as fast as he can for his well-being.  ELM helps Bo up who was already on one knee and ELM delivers a devastating, hard rocking, viscous, tremendous right hand.  Another right hand rocks the cheek of Bo causing it to flab around like jell-o.  Bo finally gets to his feet, disregarding the punches from ELM.  The Spanish fly grabs Bo’s arm and whips him towards the ropes but Bo reverses it and he sends ELM towards the ropes.  ELM rebounds from it and sees Bo with his head down (Typical).  ELM continues running and grabs the head of Bo into a front face lock; ELM jumps in the air and at the same time being carried by Bo.  ELM swings around with Bo’s body then he goes down, legs kicked forwards and drop on the mat hitting a tornado DDT.  The crowd noise is in a all time high tonight after seeing Bo’s head crash on the mat.  ELM sits up and sees Bo facing up looking at the lights after his head got driven down the mat.  ELM gets to his feet and quickly goes towards the nearest turnbuckle, he jumps up and stands on top of the turnbuckle, he looks down and off he goes with a frog splash and hits…

 

“Oh shit, this can’t happen.”

 

“Riley, be professional and yes it could.”

 

ELM gets up from the body of Bo and quickly goes towards the same corner, he jumps up, looks down at the motionless Bo and off he goes, doing a back flip in mid air, trying to execute the Mexican Pride Press but at the last second Bo moves out of the way and the crowd does and “AWWWW” noise.  

 

They are both down and the referee begins to count that damn mandatory ten count…

 

One…….

 

Two………

 

Three……..

 

The crowd joins in…

 

Four…………

 

Five…………

 

Six………….

 

“This can’t be a double ten count…”  Mark said.

 

Seven………

 

ELM gets some moving going, as he’s the first one to get on one knee before the eight count.  Bo is still down…

 

EIGHT…

 

ELM gets to his feet and stumbles his way towards the corner, it seems that he’s determined to his the Mexican Pride Press.  He ascends his way up the turnbuckle, but he hears the referee stop counting.  He looks back and sees Bo slowly going to him.  ELM tries to turn around in time before Bo can do anything to him but it’s too late.  A forearm shot to the lower back of ELM stops him right on his tracks.  Now Bo begins to climb the turnbuckle, ELM is facing the crowd trying to get his balance from the shot when Bo climbs behind him.  Bo finally makes it to the top with ELM and that’s when the Spanish fly tries a few back elbows to disturb Bo and push him off.  The first one hits and then the second one, ELM throws the third one when…

 

“YEAH…  IT’S TIME TO WILD OUT…  HE GOT THE LOCK ON.”

 

Bo and ELM almost lost their balance but Bo quickly regains it.  ELM’s face turns a bit red and that’s when Bo uses his strength, lifts ELM up in the air, twirls him around and jumps off the turnbuckle crashing down on the mat face first, but ELM is the first one to hit the mat and he looks knocked out.  Bo rolls to his back and pulls back on ELM’s neck and that’s when the referee goes to the lifeless ELM to check on him and he noticed ELM not responding after he lifts him arm and it drops…  The referee quickly calls for the bell because ELM really doesn’t look good, and he’s having problems breathing and his eyes are closed as well…

 

Ding, Ding, Ding…

 

Bo lets go of the lock and gets to his feet, he has a look of weirdness in his eyes as he stares down at ELM and raises his arm in victory…

 

“And the winner of this match…  PPPEEERRRFFEECCTT BBBBBOOOO.”  Screams the Funyon.  

 

“That was a way to end it, I really mark for Bo…”

 

“Shut up, stop using my words…”

 

“Anyways, the time has run out and we got to get out of here…”

 

“Till next time…”

[Guest BA_Baracus]

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