King Cucaracha 0 Report post Posted March 27, 2007 “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the SWF Tag Team Championships!” “YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” “Yes fans, it’s time for our main event,” Mak Francis enthuses as the sounds of ‘Part To Damascus’ by Wyclef Jean start ringing out around the Eden Arena, “we’ve seen so many things in the last few weeks, from Michael Stephens chokeslamming Wildchild from the top buckle, to Wildchild’s crazed actions against Calvin Szechstein, to that insane streetfight last week between Stephens and Dangerous… and not to mention the events between Landon Maddix and Gabriel Drake earlier tonight, which means that Maddix will surely not be at 100% for this match!” “Good,” Suicide King says. “Besides, I’m sure Toxxic can take these two clowns on his own - he managed it last week!” However, the New Zealand fans don’t seem to share the Gambling Man’s opinion, given the cheers that greet the two men making their way out onto the entrance ramp! Johnny Dangerous and Wildchild are grim-faced as they start to make their way down towards the ring, and although both acknowledge nearby fans their minds don’t seem to be on it as much as usual. “Introducing first,” Funyon continues on from his original announcement, “the challengers; at a combined weight of 439lbs, they are the only team to have held the SWF Tag Titles on four different occasions… WIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLD… AAAAAAAANNNNNNND… DAAAAAANNNNNNNNN-GEROUSSSSSSSSSSS!!” “LET’S GO JOHN-NY!” “LET’S GO DUB-CEE!” Wildchild somersaults into the ring between the bottom and middle ropes, while Johnny climbs the steps and enters the ring in a slightly more traditional way. Both men climb to different middle turnbuckles and raise their arms for the fans… but again, a smile is far from either man’s face. “So Mak, tell me why, given that they were defeated three weeks ago, Wimp and Dangermouse have another title shot?” King asks. “I can only assume that Tom Flesher felt that Landon Maddix pulling Johnny’s tights for the pin was reason for a rematch,” Francis replies. “Yeah, right. And as well as despising cheating, Flesher’s straight-edge as well.” However, whatever the reason for it the rematch is here, and now the Eden Arena awaits the defending champions. They don’t have long to wait, because after a few moments a pulsing electronic beat starts to be heard… ‘Looking out a dirty old window Down below the cars in the city go rushing by I sit here alone and I wonder why…’ …and as the Galacticos’ entrance music for tonight becomes recognisable as ‘Kids In America’ by Kim Wilde, Landon Maddix appears on the entrance ramp. He instantly gets a cheer, not least because of the brutal beatdown suffered earlier at the hands of Gabriel Drake. “YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” But all good things must come to an end, and for Landon the positive reaction ends when his tag team partner appears behind him. “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” “And their opponents,” Funyon booms as Michael Stephens smirks at the crowd, “at a combined weight of 426lbs, they are the reigning and defending SWF Tag Team Champions; Landon ‘La Cucaracha’ Maddix and Michael Stephens… THA… GAAAAAAAAA-LAC-TI-COOOOOOOOSSSSSSS!!” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” “It’s odd how things change,” Mak Francis muses as Stephens and Maddix make their way down the entrance ramp, “when we first saw this team Maddix was hated and the crowd loved Stephens; now it’s the other way around.” “And now they love Maddix and hate Stephens,” King extrapolates, “and here I was thinking the fans couldn’t get any dumber.” Wildchild’s attention is fully focused on the man who chokeslammed him from the top buckle to the floor three weeks ago; Johnny Dangerous is as well, but the Barracuda holds his partner back from racing forward to attack the Englishman. For his part Stephens seems totally unbothered by the obvious hostility, to the point where he sings along the ‘WHO-AH!’s in the chorus of his entrance theme for tonight. Meanwhile Landon, clearly in pain and just as grim-faced as his opponents, removes his trenchcoat with a wince. “We know that Wildchild always starts out for Wild & Dangerous,” Mak says, “so it’ll be interesting to see whether Landon goes first for the champions, given his condition, or Michael Stephens just steps up and takes what’s coming to him…” There’s not even a discussion. Landon steps to the apron and slaps Stephens on the back, while the Englishman gives him a thumbs-up and turns to face the two men he used a steel chair to destroy last week. If Wildchild is surprised by his enemy’s willingness to get into the ring with him he doesn’t show it. Matthew Kivell shows the Tag Titles to all four corners of the arena, hands them out through the ropes and then calls for the bell… *DING-DING-DING!* “LET’S GO DUB-CEE!” “LET’S GO DUB-CEE!” The chants rise around the Eden Arena, but Michael Stephens doesn’t seem to mind; instead the straight-edger waves his arms as if encouraging the fans to make noise, then beckons Wildchild in towards him with an eager grin on his face! “I don’t believe this!” Mak gasps, “Michael Stephens actually wants Wildchild to attack him!” “Oh, he’s in the zone now,” King chortles, “he’s back on a winning streak and all that confidence has come right back to him, Francis.” “I think it’s called ‘arrogance’, King.” “To-may-to, to-mah-to. Literally, in this case.” If Wildchild is taken aback by his opponent’s cockiness it only lasts for a second; suddenly, with a blood-curdling scream the Bahaman Bomber rushes forwards and starts blazing away with a barrage of punches! The first finds its mark, but Stephens raises his left arm and blocks the second, the third, the fourth - then the Englishman lashes out with a right elbow smash that catches Wildchild on the jaw, uses his already-bent left arm to follow up immediately with an elbow to the cheekbone, then delivers a stunning European uppercut that staggers the Caribbean Cruiserweight back onto the ropes! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” “Excellent tactics,” King applauds, “he suckered Wildchild into a frontal assault where he would have the advantage.” Stephens grabs Wildchild by the wrist and leans backwards, Irish whipping the Cruiserweight Champion towards the far ropes. The Bahaman Bomber rebounds and is quick enough to duck under the spinning heelkick that Stephens aimed at his head, then carries on back towards the cables where he started. Stephens is able to land on his feet, then turns around to see Wildchild hurtling back towards him and take off for a leg lariat… but Stephens ducks in his turn! Wildchild lands on his feet and continues running, hits the far ropes again- “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” -and Landon Maddix hauls down on the top rope, low-bridging Wildchild and causing him to tumble to the outside! “Maddix not wasting any time in breaking some rules,” Mak notes, “and it looks like the crowd have turned against him.” “Fickle,” King sniffs, “if sensible. But that shows, God help me for saying this, good sense on Maddix’s part. He got taken apart by Gabe, so if he wants to win and prevent the travesty of a fifth Wild & Dangerous tag title reign, he’ll be best served by taking every shortcut he can.” Shortcuts or not, Landon certainly seems intent on getting the job done. He delivers an elbow to the back of Wildchild’s head as the Bahaman Bomber starts trying to get up, then knocks picks Wildchild up as if for an atomic drop… but doesn’t drop him. Instead Maddix tilts the woozy Bahaman back into a reverse wheelbarrow and looks over at Stephens. Mike looks puzzled for a moment, but then realisation dawns and, as Matthew Kivell starts counting inbetween telling Landon to get WC back in the ring, Stephens turns around and flips a v-sign at Johnny before running for the far cables! The Barracuda can only watch as Stephens hurtles back across the ring, then leaves his feet to go sailing out over the top rope… *WHAM!* …performing a somersault in midair and landing with his leg across Wildchild’s throat, driving the Human Hurricane down onto the protective mats! “HO-LY SHIT!” “HO-LY SHIT!” “You’re damn right ‘Holy Shit’!” Mak shouts, “that was the Extremely Bad Hangover to the frickin’ outside!” “Stop me Francis, because I might be about to start cheering for the Galacticos!” Suicide King shouts back, “and since that team involves Landon Maddix that’s just not right!” Johnny Dangerous has run down the apron to a neutral corner near the carnage on the outside and looks down in horror, but Matthew Kivell sternly directs him back to his corner, then starts yelling at the Galacticos to get Wildchild back into the ring. Landon helps Stephens up, then they both pick Wildchild up and roll the Bahaman under the bottom rope before Maddix returns to his station in the corner and Stephens follows his opponent back into the ring. Once there Mike pulls Wildchild up to his feet and applies a front facelock, then spins sideways and takes the Cruiserweight Champion down with a swinging neckbreaker. “I think Stephens and Maddix have set their stall out early here,” Francis remarks, still sounding slightly shaky from the shock of the champions’ death-defying move, “they both have one eye on From The Fire and want to get this match over with as soon as possible, so it looks like they’re going to hit Wildchild with everything!” “Plus, remember how Wildchild was against Calvin Szechstein,” King puts in as Stephens gets back to his feet and tags Maddix, “and then contrast that with when he stole that win over Johnson last week. Hit him early enough and all that aggression leaches out, he just turns into the whimpering spot monkey we’ve had to put up with for years.” “King, I don’t think anyone could describe Wildchild as a ‘whimpering spotmonkey’,” Mak begins, “and-” “I just did.” “-and I think he has a legitimate-” *BANG!* “-whoah, springboard quebrada!” Mak interrupts himself this time as Landon Maddix vaults over the top rope and twists in midair to land on the second rope, then backflips off to come down on Wildchild with an inch-perfect quebrada! Maddix seems a bit disorientated for a moment, his earlier beating perhaps catching up, but he doesn’t need to be in command of all his faculties to be lying atop Wildchild for a pin… ONE! TWO!! …but Wildchild kicks out! “LET’S GO DUB-CEE!” “LET’S GO DUB-CEE!” Landon didn’t hook the leg on the cover but it would have been unlikely to make any difference anyway; regardless, La Cucaracha starts to bring Wildchild up again, then places the Cruiserweight Champion in a rear facelock. With the Bahaman bent backwards Landon extends his right arm out to the side, then swings it around and drives Wildchild back down to the mat with the Landon Eye. Maddix then rolls to his corner and reaches out to tag Stephens, who quickly climbs to the top rope before diving off to drive his fist into Wildchild’s forehead. Before the Bahaman has even stopped writhing in pain, Stephens has scrambled into a cover (making sure to hook the leg)… ONE! TWO!! …but Wildchild kicks out again! “Even kicking out of pins will wear Wildchild out further,” Francis notes, “and don’t forget not only did he have that gruelling match against JJ Johnson last week, but Stephens also maced him with that pepper spray and gave him the Unfinished Business onto an open chair!” “Only because Wildchild interfered!” King retorts. “The Street Fight had no rules; if Toxxic was allowed to do whatever he wanted to Johnny, which he was, he was certainly allowed to do anything he liked to someone who stuck their nose in!” “I wasn’t passing judgement Brian,” Mak sighs, “I was merely pointing out that Wildchild might not be quite at full strength tonight.” “And I was merely pointing out that, just like Maddix, it’s his own damn fault.” With Wildchild having kicked out Michael Stephens looks to take his opponent onto a new ride on the funfair of pain. He brings the Cruiserweight Champion back up to his feet and hooks him into a front facelock again, but this time he twists right around so that he’s back-to-back with Wildchild before sitting out with a Hangman’s neckbreaker. “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” Stephens doesn’t release his grip, instead rolling over and bringing his opponent back up to a vertical base. He lets go of Wildchild’s head, but only long enough to grab the Bahaman’s right wrist in his right hand, and the left wrist in his left. With that done he hauls Wildchild in towards him- *CRUNCH!* -and into a nasty headbutt that causes the already-dazed Cruiserweight Champion to stagger! Stephens starts to twist around, locking Wildchild’s crossed arms around his own throat as he turns back-to-back with the Cruiserweight Champion again, then kicks his legs out and drops down to deliver a goku-raku neckbreaker to the Bahaman. From there Stephens rolls over onto his front, taking Wildchild with him, then bridges forward into an inverted Goku-Raku Clutch! “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” “Toxxic’s smart!” King counters the fans’ chants, “that’s an adapted version of Scott Pretzler’s Snowflake Clutch, and Wildchild has tapped to that move before now!” Johnny Dangerous has seen enough; the Barracuda steps through the ropes quickly, then races to the middle of the ring to fire a stomp into Stephens’ midsection and cause him to collapse the bridge! Stephens drops down with some of the air knocked out of him as Kivell interjects himself and demands Johnny leave the ring, which Dangerous does with bad grace. However, Stephens gets back up to his feet and as Johnny steps back through the ropes and turns around to get a view of the ring again what he actually gets is a view of Michael Stephens’ right boot flashing towards him at high speed! *SMACK!* “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” “Cheap shot!” Mak shouts. “In reply to Johnny illegally entering the ring to break up a legitimate submission situation!” King shouts back as Johnny topples from the apron to the floor. Stephens shouts something unflattering in the general direction of Johnny, turns around to find Matthew Kivell berating him and flips a v-sign at the referee, then turns his attention back to Wildchild… …only to have the Bahaman Bomber scramble through his legs, slippery as an eel, and make a dive for his corner with his hand outstretched! But of course, Johnny Dangerous isn’t there. “Brilliant!” King chortles as Wildchild looks down aghast at his tag team partner, who is picking himself up from the floor of the Eden Arena. Johnny looks up, sees Wildchild waiting for the tag and struggles to rise to his feet- *WHAM!* -but Michael Stephens spins Wildchild around, then delivers a stunning European uppercut! “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” Stephens grabs Wildchild’s wrist and yanks on it, Irish whipping the Bahaman clean across the ring to the Galacticos’ corner, then waving a mocking ‘bye-bye’ to Johnny as the Barracuda scrambles back onto the apron moments too late to make the tag. Kivell tells Stephens to come away and stop baiting Johnny… then realises that Landon has pragmatically wrapped the tag rope around Wildchild’s neck and has started choking him with it! ‘ONE!’ ‘TWO!’ ‘THREE!’ ‘FOUR!’ ‘FI-’ Landon releases at the last moment, but he doesn’t bother arguing with Kivell; La Cucaracha’s air is not one of a bred-in-the-bone cheater doing what he loves, but rather someone doing what he needs to do to get through this match and still have enough left to take on his enemy in a week’s time. Stephens hurries over and tags Landon, then pulls Wildchild out of the corner and snapmares him over. Landon steps through the ropes as Stephens leaves the ring, then winds his leg back before unleashing hellish kicks into Wildchild’s spine! *CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!* “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” “Dragon Kicks from Maddix,” Mak calls, “and now… well, he’s taken to calling this the ‘Grand Theft Taamo’, mainly because it’s Tom Flesher’s Wet Cement, and it was blatantly stolen from him.” “Yes, yes it was,” King acknowledges as Maddix sits down into the front facelock with bodyscissors on Wildchild, “and even in these inexpert hands, it’s still an effective hold.” However, apart from being a skilled wrestler Tom Flesher was also well aware of things like ring positioning. While Landon’s dual squeeze on Wildchild’s head and body is doubtless painful for the Bahaman Bomber, and nigh-on impossible to escape, he’s failed to take into consideration that he’s presenting his back to Johnny Dangerous. The Barracuda simply steps into the ring, draws his leg back… *CRACK!* “YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” “-and Landon gets a taste of his own medicine!” Mak shouts as Johnny kicks Maddix in the spine, prompting La Cucaracha to release his hold. Kivell dives in again to force Dangerous out of the ring, but after he’s finished wincing Landon gets up to his feet with a nasty expression on his face, and just as Johnny’s stepping back through the ropes Maddix dropkicks him in the back and sends him tumbling to the floor again! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Maddix gets back up and dusts his hands off, but turns around to see Wildchild getting up. He swings automatically… …Wildchild ducks under it and the Cruiserweight Champion leaps for his corner to tag in Johnny Dangerous… …who once again, is picking himself up off the floor! Wildchild collapses against the top rope, unable to believe his eyes, and Johnny surges up towards the apron- *BANG!* -but before he can get there Landon leaps up and cups his hands under Wildchild’s chin, then falls backwards and brings his knees up to take the Bahaman down with a Lungblower! Johnny’s flailing hand misses Wildchild’s, and before Dangerous can take any further action Maddix grabs the Cruiserweight Champion and starts towing him across the ring towards where Michael Stephens waits in the Galacticos’ corner. “That’s twice Wildchild’s tried to tag Johnny in, only to have had Maddix and Stephens already take Johnny out of the equation,” Mak says, “next time he gets a chance Wildchild needs to make a choice; does he go for help from Johnny again, or does he try to mount a fightback himself with whatever resources he has left?” “Even that shows what a good plan Toxxic came up with here,” King tells his commentary partner, “because right now Wildchild isn’t just being beaten senseless, he’s also feeling doubt. If he hesitates in making that choice should he get the chance, he won’t be able to make either choice because he’ll get cut down first!” Landon has got near enough to his corner now and reaches out a hand to tag in Michael Stephens; the straight-edger steps through the ropes and helps Maddix drag Wildchild up to a vertical base, then Irish whip the Bahaman into the ropes. On his return journey the Human Hurricane finds himself snared with a half-nelson from each man, then both Galacticos lift him up by his singlet and kick their legs out to drive Wildchild down into the canvas with a facebuster! *BANG!* Stephens rolls Wildchild over as Landon exits the ring, and Kivell dives to count… ONE! TWO!! TH- -but Wildchild kicks out! “LET’S GO DUB-CEE!” “LET’S GO DUB-CEE!” Stephens doesn’t even bother performing another move on Wildchild; instead the straight-edger leaves his opponent flat on his back on the mat, heads back to his corner and tags Landon Maddix back in. Maddix starts to climb to the top buckle, pauses to balance for a moment, then leaps off with his arms and legs pumping in the motions of a Frog Splash… *CRUNCH!* …but Wildchild gets his knees up! “YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” “The Galacticos were doing well with their quick tags, cutting off the ring and keeping Wildchild from getting to his partner, but that could have just gone thoroughly wrong!” Mak Francis shouts as Landon rolls away clutching his ribs. “Wildchild’s got a chance now, and he needs to capitalise!” Wildchild looks around and sees Landon hurting on the mat, then turns in search of his tag partner… and this time, this time Johnny is waiting on the apron with his hand outstretched! Wildchild starts to scramble forwards, trying to get to Johnny before Maddix can react… …but beaten up or not, Maddix is tough. He fastens his hands around Wildchild’s ankle, and clings on like grim death. So Wildchild kicks him in the face with his other foot. “DUB-CEE!” “DUB-CEE!” Three times. “DUB-CEE!” “DUB-CEE!” …and Landon lets go. Wildchild boosts himself forwards, rolls across the mat… *smak* …and tags Johnny in. “YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” The Barracuda explodes into the ring, and the moment Landon gets up off the mat Johnny knocks him straight back down with a roundhouse kick! Michael Stephens vaults the top rope into the squared circle to try and take the Barracuda by surprise, but Johnny floors him as well! “JOHN-NY!” “JOHN-NY!” Landon gets back up… and gets taken down again with another kick! “JOHN-NY!” “JOHN-NY!” Stephens gets back to his feet and Johnny buries his boot into the Englishman’s gut, then grabs a front facelock and throws Mike’s arm over his shoulders. A quick grab of the straight-edger’s pant and a heave, and Stephens comes up and over- *BANG!* -for a vertical suplex! But Johnny isn’t done and rolls back up to his feet, then lifts again! *BANG!* “Johnny Dangerous going for the rolling verticals here,” Mak Francis shouts, “and here comes the third…” *BANG!* “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Johnny gets up again, unlike Michael Stephens, only to find Landon rushing towards him. However the Barracuda’s reflexes are up to the task and he bends his knees and takes Landon onto his shoulders into a Fireman’s carry, then takes a couple of steps forwards and rolls to drive Maddix down with the Spinal Explosion… *WHAM!* …coincidentally (or maybe not), right onto his own tag team partner! “LET’S GO JOHN-NY!” “LET’S GO JOHN-NY!” The Tag Team Champions are prone on the mat and Johnny's in the mood to capitalise. He pulls Landon up and Irish whips him into a neutral corner, then drags the crushed Stephens to his feet, and Irish whips him as well so the Englishman crashes into his partner! Then, with Two Skinny White Guys stacked up in the corner Johnny calls Wildchild back into the ring. The Bahaman seems a little dubious, but quick changes his mind as Johnny grabs him by the wrist and Irish whips him across the ring. Wildchild leaps into the air and spins... *WHAM!* ...and crashes into the Galacticos with the Blue Crush! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Stephens and Maddix stagger out of the corner... and Johnny takes them down with a double clothesline! "LET'S GO JOHN-NY!" "LET'S GO DUB-CEE!" Dangerous kicks Stephens enough to get the straight-edger to roll out of the ring, then drops down to cover Maddix. Wildchild hurriedly exits, and with the ring clear Matthew Kivell drops to make the count... ONE! TWO!! TH- -but Landon kicks out! Johnny gets back to his feet, steps back... and, as Landon starts to woozily get up, the Barracuda ostentatiously takes down the straps on his singlet! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Maddix can't see Johnny and Stephens isn't on hand to warn him, so Landon is unaware of the focused Secret Agent approaching him from behind. Finally Johnny considers that Landon is upright enough and dives in, tucks his head under Landon's left arm and lifts him up... "MI SLAM!" Mak Francis shouts. ...but Landon squirms and drops out of it behind Johnny, then hooks his arm between Dangerous's legs and brings the Barracuda over with a schoolboy! ONE! TWO!! Landon grabs the tights... THHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" "Landon nearly stole one again, but Johnny just kicked out!" Mak Francis shouts as Johnny rolls back up to his feet, ready to exact revenge- "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" -and Landon pokes him in the eye, leading to grudging applause from the Suicide King. Landon has taken more than one sort of beating tonight but he's still tough enough to take the advantage that his dirty tactics have given him, so he grabs Johnny's arm and twists it, bending Dangerous over, then steps over it to put Johnny's arm between his legs before kicking back and up take the Barracuda in the face with the Buenos Noches. Johnny falls back to the mat and Landon covers... ONE! TWO!! ...but Johnny kicks out, much to the relief of Wildchild! "Johnny's barely taken a scratch in this match, it's going to take more than that to beat him," Mak Francis notes... but Landon seems to agree, and rolls Johnny over onto his front before straddling the Barracuda's back to try and secure the Land of Nod! Johnny has no desire to be caught in this hold and he desperately scoots backwards between Maddix's legs, managing to get himself free, then when he comes back to his feet he leaps into the air as Landon turns around, looking for the Guillotine Face Driver... but Landon moves, and Johnny lands on his ass! The Barracuda struggles back up, only to find Landon's arms wrapped around his neck and La Cucaracha falling backwards to drive his opponent's head into the mat with the Complete Shot. "LET'S GO JOHN-NY!" "LET'S GO JOHN-NY!" Landon's tough, but he knows his limits. He leaves Johnny where he landed and heads across the ring to where Michael Stephens is back up on the apron to tag the Englishman in. Stephens steps through the ropes and heads towards Dangerous, then brings the Barracuda up into a standing headscissors from which he begins applying a double underhook. "Stephens Shock Syndrome coming up," Mak calls. "At the least," King retorts, hoping for a Demonstar Driver. However, both commentators are proved wrong (how ironic) as Johnny fights his arms free, then straightens up to send Stephens flying with a back bodydrop! "YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Landon puts his face in his hands, but this proves to be a mistake as when he looks up again a moment later Johnny Dangerous is heading towards him and the Barracuda lashes out with a Johnny Kick that catches Maddix on the jaw and sends him tumbling to the floor! *CRACK!* "LET'S GO JOHN-NY!" Stephens gets back up holding his back and sees Johnny turning back towards him. Johnny goes high with another roundhouse kick but Stephens ducks under it, runs for his corner to make the tag... ...and there is no Landon Maddix there. "Payback's a bitch, huh Mike?" Mak jokes as Stephens turns back around to protect himself against Johnny, only to find the Barracuda already leaping into the air to deliver an enzuigiri! *CRACK!* Stephens topples forwards to the mat, and with Landon still down on the outside Johnny Dangerous seems to think that it’s time to polish the champions off. And with Michael Stephens in the ring the best way to do that would be to let the man Stephens nearly injured badly three weeks ago, the man who took an Unfinished Business onto a chair last week, get the pinfall. So Johnny Dangerous walks across the ring and tags in the Wildchild. “YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Johnny slaps the top rope, then turns and heads back towards Michael Stephens as the Tag Champion struggles to get up. Dangerous pounces and drags Stephens up to his feet while Matthew Kivell starts the five-count, but Johnny ignores him and whips his opponent into the ropes while Wildchild takes up station in the middle of the apron on the opposite side of the ring. Johnny ducks his head as Stephens rebounds and Wildchild gets ready to leap up to deliver the Silver Bullet… …but Stephens doesn’t get elevated over Johnny in a back bodydrop - instead he kills his momentum and slams Johnny’s face into his knee, then grabs a front facelock and falls backwards to spike the Barracuda headfirst into the mat! *CRUNCH-WHAM!* “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” “And that’s a Sobering Thought!” Suicide King shouts, naming the old facebuster/DDT combination that Stephens hasn’t used in a couple of years. Meanwhile Wildchild had leapt up to the top rope ready for the flying forearm, but instead of hurtling through the air he hops down again in a more controlled motion as he sees his tag partner laid out. Stephens rolls over to push himself back to his feet… …and before he gets all the way up Wildchild charges, somersaulting over Stephens and grabbing him by the head to pull him headfirst down into the canvas! *BANG!* “YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!” “-and that’s the Whiplash!” Mak shouts in reply to the Suicide King. Wildchild, as the legal man, rolls Stephens over and hooks the leg… ONE! TWO!! THHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! “THAT WAS THREE!” “THAT WAS THREE!” “I thought he had him there, but Stephens just managed to kick out!” The Franchise shouts, getting caught up in it now, “Wildchild was milliseconds away from some measure of revenge!” The Bahaman Bomber looks up at Matthew Kivell in disbelief, but the SWF’s senior official sticks to his guns! Wildchild takes a moment to check on Johnny then, having made sure his tag partner is alright, grabs Michael Stephens and starts to drag him to his feet. Then, with the Englishman doubled over, he turns his back and starts threading his arms through Stephens’… “Look out, Wild Ride on the way!” Mak shouts as Wildchild turns around, ducks his head and heaves Stephens onto his back, “this’ll do it!” …but no, because Michael Stephens has enough presence of mind to kick his legs and overbalance himself backwards, landing on his feet behind Wildchild as the Bahaman’s grip loosens! Wildchild turns around to try and get a bead on his opponent, but Stephens fires a boot into his gut! “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” Johnny is still down on the mat, and Stephens grabs a front facelock on Wildchild… then extends his right arm out to the side. “Unfinished Business!” Mak shouts, “Wildchild took this onto a chair last week!” …which may be why Wildchild has no desire to taste the move again this week, as when Stephens starts to swing for the elbow-drive bulldog Wildchild pushes him away and slips out of the facelock, then as Stephens turns back towards him he leaps into the air and nails a gamengiri! *CRACK!* “YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” “Dodge, kick, dodge, kick,” King shouts in frustration, “will one of you please do something!” Wildchild seems to be taking the Gambling Man’s request to heart, as with Stephens on his back looking up at the lights the Bahaman Bomber is heading for the turnbuckles. As he starts to climb the noise of the crowd grows louder and louder… “LET’S GO DUB-CEE!” “LET’S GO DUB-CEE!” Johnny Dangerous manages to roll over and looks up to see Wildchild on the top rope. However, before the Barracuda can see anything else he feels his leg get grabbed, and Landon Maddix hauls him out of the ring! “LET’S GO DUB-CEE!” “LET’S GO DUB-CEE!” Wildchild might not have even noticed. All his focus is on the man lying below him on the mat, the man who callously tossed him from the top rope to the floor three weeks ago, the man who maced him last week. The man that every single fan in this arena wants to see him beat. So he leaps into the air as high as he can, then plummets down towards Michael Stephens with a flying vertical splash. “BIRD DROPPING!” Mak shouts. …but Michael Stephens gets his knees up. And given Wildchild’s angle of re-entry and the fact that he’s aiming his feet to land either side of Stephens’ torso, those knees are only going one place. *WHAM!* “DENIED!” King yells in delight as Wildchild literally bounces off his opponent, rolling away across the mat in pure agony. Matthew Kivell wants to call for the disqualification for a low blow, you can see he does… but the fact remains that Stephens merely raised his knees, and it was Wildchild who dropped himself onto them. “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” The fans are shitting all over the straight-edger, but as Michael Stephens starts to struggle up it turns out that he’s not going to be the one to deal the final blow. Wildchild, face contorted in pain, is on his knees. Which means he’s perfectly positioned for the- *CRACK!* “SHINING WIZARD!” Mak shouts as Landon Maddix scrambles into the ring and charges across the mat to spring off Wildchild’s leg and drive his knee into the Cruiserweight Champion’s face, “Maddix came out of nowhere!” He didn’t; Maddix came from the arena floor, where he pulled Johnny out and rammed the Barracuda’s head into the steel ring post. He’s not the legal man however, but all it takes it a hand underneath Stephens shoulders and a half-lift, half-shove in the direction of Wildchild’s prone form… …and Stephens lands on top for something that approximates a pin. ONE! TWO!! Mike reaches out on instinct and tries to vaguely hook a leg. THREE!!! He didn’t need to. *DING-DING-DING!* “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” “Ladies and gentlemen, here are your winners,” Funyon booms, “and still SWF Tag Team Champions, Michael Stephens and Landon ‘La Cucaracha’ Maddix… THA… GAAAAAAAAAAA-LAC-TI-COOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!” “Wild & Dangerous came so close, so close!” Mak Francis shouts, “but Stephens and Maddix come away with the win yet again!” “That’s three times now!” Suicide King shoots back, “if Wimp & Dangermouse never get another title shot, it’ll be too soon!” “We’ll be in Sydney, Australia next week for From The Fire, where we’ll see Michael Stephens go up against Danny Williams while Landon Maddix tries to bring the Year of the Beast to a premature end,” Mak Francis says, “but for now, from Auckland, we’ve run out of time! For the Suicide King, this is ‘The Franchise’ Mak Francis saying goodbye… and WE’LL SEE YOU AT FROM THE FIRE!” The last shot of Storm shows Stephens and Maddix receiving their tag belts back from Matthew Kivell. Stephens claps Maddix on the back, but the faces of both men show little beyond relief. They’ve seen off Wild & Dangerous again, but both men know they cannot rest. They have big tests to come, and despite their presence as a team tonight, they must face these tests alone. FADE OUT © Superior Stretch Productions for Smartmarks Wrestling Federation 2007 ‘Raising Workrate By Typing Faster’ Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
