Ace309 0 Report post Posted May 26, 2007 Why, who is that in the ring? It's SWF World Champion Landon Maddix, ready for a match! Wowee! "Well, apparantly Landon Maddix has got what he wanted." Mak Francis begins. "Tonight, one on one he gets to take on Zyon, although it won't be happening when we expected it. Which is such a confusing situation, nobody seems to know what the hell's going on and what's motivated all these alterations by one Mr. Flesher." "That's for another night Mak. Let's concentrate on tonight." "Yes, good point. Landon needs to concentrate on tonight and on a potential future World Champion in Zyon..." "Oh crap that's right, he's wrestling Zyon. You know what, let's concentrate on 13th Hour again. Anything to get my mind off of this match." "I'M BORN" "I'M ALIVE" "I BREATHE" "YYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" The Bahamians now go wild for the distinctive opening of Incubus' "Vitamin", which of course heralds the arrival of the challenger elect. "And, introducing his opponent! From Elkhart, Indiana and weighing in at a flat, two hundred pounds. The two-time, current SWF Cruiserweight Champion of the WORLD! He is "THE UNIQUE YOUTH"... ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ - YYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOONNN!!!!" "YYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Pausing to soak up the warm reaction, Zyon flicks the hair from his eyes and stares down into the ring. Landon beckons him on, so naturally, Zyon breaks forward into a sprint and soars to the apron. To little surprise, it's at that point that Landon retreats into a neutral corner, letting Zyon do his thing as he enters the ring and climbs the ropes to salute his fans. Up goes the X, followed up with an arms aloft pose that would exude arrogance from anyone less adored than Zyon. Megan leaves the ring, leaving Landon to go through his warm-ups. "Zyon and Landon Maddix. This is like all my worst nightmares coming true." groans King, unenthused at the prospect of his two least favourites wrestlers locking horns. Or, exchanging spots. "Bias aside, this should be a great match between two great athletes, which was the sole reason for it being arranged for 13th Hour. It's a shame that apparantly isn't enough for some people." Referee Hardcastle removes the World Championship, unimportant for tonight at least, from the ring and checks that both men are ready, before ringing the bell and wasting little time in getting this match underway. *DINGDINGDING!* Nimble as ever, Zyon shuffles into the middle of the ring, staying on his toes as Landon slowly approaches him. Landon shows little of his usual smug confidence as he meets Zyon in the centre of the ring and goes face to face with the young cruiserweight, talking some trash that's just out of the camera's audio range. Whatever was said obviously strikes a nerve though as Zyon begins to talk back, the two exchanging barbs. Eventually, Zyon gets a good'un in and Landon smirks to himself, accepting defeat...before suddenly stunning Zyon with a boot to the gut. "HAHA! BRAINS, BABY!" shouts Landon, tapping a finger to his temple... ...and completely forgetting about Zyon, who pops back to life with a Snap front dropkick to the chest, nipping up and flicking the hair out of his eyes. "Zyon, quicker than a hiccup!" As Landon begins to come back up Zyon then goes back to his state of cat like readiness, light on the toes as he backflips and catches Maddix under the jaw with a Flash Kick! Zyon acrobatically lands on all fours, while Landon uses his momentum to guide himself to ringside, throwing up his hands and saying to hell with that. This has finally brought Megan's attention to this match and she scuttles over to check on Landon, while Zyon is held back from following by Hardcastle. "ZY - ON!" "ZY - ON!" "ZY - ON!" "ZY - ON!" The crowd's support sparks something in Zyon though and the Cruiserweight Champion flies in the face of Hardcastle's order, rolling out on the opposite side of the ring and jogging around to where Megan and Maddix are regrouping. Megan sees Zyon first and wisely scuttles back off, abandoning Landon who gets clubbed with a forearm. Sprawling forward, Maddix falls, but pulls himself back up quickly as he tries to run from The Unique Youth. Only problem being, Zyon's a speedy mutha, catching up to Maddix and clubbing him again. This isn't Zyon's style so he then decides to throw Maddix back into the ring on the third catch, climbing to the apron and encouraging The Next Generation up. The fans see it coming. Landon doesn't. However, Megan does and blocks the expected Zyon springboard by grabbing his foot! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" "Landon's cheating manager cancels out Zyon's spottiness...I don't know whether to cry at one or the cry at the other!" despairs King. Zyon tries to kick Megan away, without actually kicking her because he's a nice guy. But a swift kick to the face might have got the job done before Landon recoups and knees Zyon in the gut, Megan innocently retreating to her man's corner now he's in control. "I don't know why the referee's continue to allow Megan to stay out here." bemoans Mak, as Landon gives Megan a cheeky a-okay signal. "But, what the hell, it's a party I guess." "Wouldn't be a party without some finger-food, am i rite?" "..." Despite signs of relief it stills seems like Landon's mind is elsewhere and he takes his time before following up with a forearm strike, wobbling Zyon. The Unique Youth's grip on the top rope tightens after a second forearm as he senses his balance weakening. And that tempts Landon, grabbing the rope himself and bringing in Zyon the hard way...only for Zyon land on his feet, in what would be a hard way if he wasn't agile enough to flip 360 in mid-air. "Incredible agility!" cheers Mak. Before Landon can react, Zyon hits the ropes in front of him. Landon prepares to catch him coming on the way back, lifting Zyon at the side but ending up tumbling overhead as Zyon counters with a tilt a whirl headscissors! A back elbow then awaits as the World Champion rushes back in. Reeling, Maddix haplessly walks into a standing dropkick, putting him down again and setting up the first cover... ONE! TWO! But Maddix is quickly out and quickly looking for another reprieve as he scrambles into a corner. Zyon has learnt his lesson and gives Maddix no time to recover, striding in with a boot before returning the forearm favour. One, two and three find the mark before Zyon grabs the wrist, wringing the arm for some added control before whipping Maddix into the opposite corner. Buckling in the buckles, Landon ends up slumped and a sitting target for Zyon who sprints in and dives in for his favoured knee to the face. Two boots to the face intercept him though, as Maddix gets a desperate block in. With a signal of 'that's enough', Landon then hops up and perches on the middle rope... *SMACK!* ...which Zyon pre-empts, with an impressive standing vertical leap and an enziguri, striking Landon more in the shoulder than the back of the head. It still connects though and still sends Landon tumbling from the top, over and on to the floor. "And a nice counter from Zyon." Mak points out. "Landon has been favouring a big DDT off the second floor in recent weeks, not to mention the Crash Landon. Point being, if Landon's on the middle rope, it spells trouble and Zyon knew that." Out on the outside again, Landon tries to ignore the advances of the rather touchy-feely Bahamian fans, brushing away outstretched arms as he pulls himself away from the barricade. Megan is nowhere to be seen this time. And it's soon obvious why that is, as Zyon breaks into a run-up and shoots towards the ropes, turning his back on the ropes at the end of his run and tumbling BACKWARDS over the top with an insane Running Moonsault Plancha Suicida!!! "WHAT!?!" Exactly. "What the hell was that!?!" King asks again, incredulous in the face of Zyon's athleticism. "Whatever it was, Zyon is having none of the problems Landon is! He's fully focused and he knows a victory tonight is his only hope of going to 13th Hour!" Pulling himself up, Zyon is much more receptive of the eager Carribeans and slaps hands with a few before going back to the match at hand, hauling Maddix up and dumping him into the ring. Maddix is reeling and holds his left shoulder, the one Zyon just tumbled down on so theatrically. That gives Zyon time to set himself on the apron and warn referee Hardcastle to keep an eye on Megan, which is exactly what he does while The Unique Youth prepares for an unaffected springboard. Maddix stumbles up and Zyon gets the springboard, cocking back the arm. His usual preparation alerts Landon who instinctively ducks his head to block the oncoming forearm, but Zyon is able to adjust in mid-air and soar over Landon, snaring the waist and taking him over with a sunset flip... ONE! TWO! Kickout! Both men roll through and while Landon retreats, Zyon charges in with momentum on his side. Landon looks to use that momentum against him as he ducks his head nears the ropes, looking to 'bandera' Zyon up and over the top lucha-libre style...but merely to a safe landing on the apron. Through more relief than complacency, Landon walks away to collect himself, little realising what awaits behind him. That is, until Megan frantically points out her man's mistake, prompting Maddix to turn around just as Zyon springboards, cocks the arm back, soars... ...AND GETS DROPKICKED OUT OF THE AIR BY THE WORLD CHAMPION!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" "Ooh!" groans Mak. "One trip to the well too many for Zyon." "That's his problem." King gloats, ever happy at the chance to sound correct. "Zyon just loves those springboards, he loves to please the fans. What he doesn't love is rational thinking and rational thinking would have told him three springboard attempts so early in the match had to spell trouble. Landon's dumb, but not that dumb." "I knew this match was a bad idea with you out here." Zyon writhes on the mat holding his gut while Landon takes the opportunity to get a breather, displaying his stamina in the face of Zyon's offence by busting out a couple of star-jumps mid ring. Just a couple. No point in over-exerting yourself. Grabbing hold of Zyon's stringy hair (and earning a warning from Hardcastle in the process), Maddix then drags Zyon up and drives a sharp knee into the gut! And a second! Zyon coughs and splutters while Maddix does a little sidestep to end up in front... *SMACK!* "OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" ...and DROPS Zyon with a stiff kick to the sternum! "That's one way to ground Zyon." Zyon sits straight back up in search of oxygen, while Landon looks to rob him of it with a rather elementary hold, a rear chinlock. "Neither of this men are known for their amateur backgrounds." admits Mak pre-emptively. Fighting to his feet, Zyon is being worn down but certainly can't be classed as 'in trouble'. An elbow weakens up the chinlock and a second breaks it, but Landon simply reaches out and yanks Zyon back sharply with two handfuls of hair to bring him back down to the mat. Hardcastle again chastises the World Champion, but his words fall on deaf ears, Landon crossing his heart that he did nothing wrong. The 'innocent' Landon then goes back after Zyon, aiming for the gut as he brings his relatively small frame down with an elbow drop. That doesn't seem to have too much behind it, so Landon grabs the hair again, sitting Zyon up... *SMACK!* ...and pounding Zyon's spine with a Dragon Kick! *SMACK!* ...and a second! Zyon slumps backwards now, his air supply being picked away slowly but surely. And Landon now looks to follow up some more. Coming off the ropes Maddix leaps up over Zyon, before coming directly down across the chest with a double stomp, dropping out as he bounces off The Unique Youth and bombing down with a back senton that earns him Megan's applause. "Double Stomp and a Back Senton, patented combo from Landon!" groans Francis. "Double impact, you're left winded by the first and the instantanous follow-up of the second rids you of any air you may have had left." Sitting for a moment, Landon's familiar flamboyancy has returned as he smirks in the direction of the nearest cameraman, winking for the laydeez at home before lounging back with a relaxed cover... ONE! TWO! ZYON SHOCKS LANDON WITH A CRUCIFIX... ONE! TWO! NO! Landon kicks out and rushes back in with a soccer kick that lands directly across Zyon's stomach, putting Zyon back on the search for air and giving the World Champion time to breathe a massive sigh of relief. "Zyon may be hurt, but going for ridiculous covers like that is a dangerous thing to do at any point in a match." criticises The Franchise. Back on the offensive now is Landon as he steps over Zyon who is on all fours and simply drops, sitting his weight across the lower back! Crumbling, Zyon continues to struggle and referee Hardcastle moves in to check on him, but the Cruiserweight Champion isn't going to give up that easily. So Landon fires off another soccer punt across the ribs. Zyon writhes some more, giving Landon the opportunity to turn out to the crowd and pose in true exaggerated Zyon form. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" With his point proven and his mocking of Zyon's taunt of choice checked off of his to-do list, Landon finally goes back to work on Zyon, pulling him off the mat for a Kawada-esque kicks aimed at the chest. Zyon rocks back on his knees and opens the chest up... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...leaving himself prone for a hard knifedge chop. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and a second. These shots are taking their toll even more than usual with the previous punishment and Zyon is left slumped on his knees, unable to fend Landon off as he grabs him behind the head and pulls him slowly to his feet. With the hands still clasped around the back of the head, Landon then fires off a couple of quick knees up into the ribcage before tucking the knees up and bringing Zyon down with an Inverted Lungblower! The wind rushes from Zyon's body again but Landon isn't done as he scrambles back up, positioning himself behind the languishing Unique Youth and hooking the hands around the front this time. Up go the knees again and down comes Zyon across them, this time with the traditional Lungblower!! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" "And that was the last thing Zyon needed." "No, this is." corrects King, as Landon cradles Zyon up into a pin... ONE! TWO! TH- KICKOUT! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" "And apparantly, these people want Zyon at 13th Hour." Maddix looks up at Hardcastle incredulously and questions the count, slapping his hand three times for visual impact, but Hardcastle insists it was just a two. Rushing over, Megan leans through the ropes and encourages Landon to stay on Zyon and not worry about the referee, so Landon does just that as he stands and waits on the Unique Youth. "ZY - ON!" "ZY - ON!" "ZY - ON!" "ZY - ON!" Impatient, Maddix gives up waiting and meets Zyon as he reaches his knees with plans on helping Zyon the rest of the way up. Zyon reels him in as he gets close though, snaring a leg and trying to lift Landon up into a fireman's carry. The lack of air and the aching ribs don't allow him to get Landon more than a foot or two off the ground however and Landon finds himself back to safe ground before CLUBBING Zyon over the back with a forearm. The Unique Youth falls to his knees, but Maddix doesn't settle for that, bringing Zyon up with a scoop and a slam. "You wanna fly, Mr. Flippy Mc Flipperton? Let me show you how it's done." Landon then yells down at Zyon with absolutely no intimidation factor what-so-ever while he clutches his back uncomfortably on the mat. Turning to the corner, Landon stoll over and slaps the top turnbuckle before exiting to the apron and heading up top. "This may be a little ill-advised." predicts Mak. "Landon has Zyon where he wants him, but for some reason he's going to the top rope." Climbing up the ropes despite the best concerns of his manageress, Maddix stops on the middle and treats the Carribean natives to a quick shimmy dance before making the next step up. Setting himself on top, Maddix steadies himself. Zyon still hasn't moved from where he was slammed, still favouring his ribs. The perfect target for Landon, as he stands and leaps from up top... ...tucking the legs in, out... ...and MISSING the Frog Splash, as Zyon rolls despairingly out of the way!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" "A miscue!" cheers Francis. "I don't know if Zyon was playing a little possum, but he was able to avoid the Frog Splash and now both men are down!" "And it was a dumb move on Maddix's part." King gleefully announces. "He was in total control, but he's got some stupid chip on his shoulder and instead of staying on his opponent, he wanted to show him up. Pride comes before a fall. Literally in this case." Both Zyon and Landon remain down, in similiar predicaments to one another, both holding their guts and both taking an opportunity to collect sorely needed breath. "ONE!" "TWO!" Which is where Sexton shines, laying a double ten on the man guaranteed to go to 13th Hour as Champion and the other, desperate to make it as challenger. "THREE!" "FOUR!" "FIVE!" Megan slams her fists on the ring apron encouraging Landon to 'suck it up', a worrying notion with their relationship in mind. Having taken the most punishment, Zyon is slowest to stir and slowest to begin picking himself up. "SIX" "SEVE..." Hardcastle's count is halted at seven as Maddix has sufficently got himself in fighting condition again and climbs to his feet. By now Zyon is to his knees with the ropes helping him up finally to his feet, by which time Landon is waiting on him. As he turns around, Maddix comes in confidently with a forearm...but Zyon ducks, popping Landon with a forearm of his own! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" Back stumbles Landon, with Zyon advancing with another forearm! And a third! The World Champ is on the backfoot now as Zyon has found a second wind and uses it to rush the ropes. Seeing his opponent hurtle towards him, Maddix throws out a knee as a defence. Zyon spots it a mile away however and tumbles over it, snaring Maddix over with a schoolboy roll-up... ONE! TWO! Kickout! Coming back up, Landon is taken aback by Zyon's sudden comeback and is eager to stop it, charging at Zyon with forearm exposed. He's cut off with a boot though. Hooking hold of the head under his arm, Zyon then tries to manoeuvre himself into position for the 3.0 Backbreaker... which Maddix fights off, holding onto the top rope and arching over, tipping Zyon up and over the top rope... safely to the apron. "Boy, that was a close one!" mutters Maddix under his breath. Assuming his work has been done, Landon earns himself a right hand to the face though, sending him stumbling backwards. A quick check from Zyon confirms Megan is out of reach, giving him no good reason not to springboard to the top, soar in with fist clenched, arm cocked... ...AND NAIL THE SPRINGBOARD FOREARM!! "YYYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" "Fourth time's the charm!" Mak cheers. "Zyon finally hits the Springboard Forearm Smash and you can sense both the tide and his luck changing!" A newfound sense of confidence exudes from Zyon as, on the back of this mini-victory, he waits for Landon to get back up. He can sense the end. Especially as Landon gets back to his feet in a stupor and can barely stand steady, stumbling around and towards the Unique Youth. *SMACK!* Zyon lands a kick to the left shoulder! *SMACK!* A second kick, aimed at the same bodypart! *WHIFF!* Landon ducks the third however... ...but hang on a second, as Zyon pirouettes all the way through, takes the arm with a Fujiwara takedown and attempts to apply the Gouki Crossface!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAA... Joy is short lived however, as Landon rolls through before Zyon can trap the arm between his legs and escapes the potential submission predicament. Rolling away, Zyon creates enough distance to be able to take a run at Maddix as he reaches his feet. However, Maddix ducks Zyon's attempted clothesline and forces Zyon to run on to the ropes again. Zyon has another idea and leaps before he can bounce, touching down on the middle rope and springboarding back looking for a crossbody block. But again Landon is equal and sidesteps Zyon, then catches Zyon on his way back up with a duck of the head and a Samoan Drop! "Wow, impressive from Landon, able to stay a step ahead of the Unique Youth." admits Mak. "A weak Unique Youth." King argues. "Yes, he has taken some punishment." "Yeah that too." Favouring his left shoulder Maddix is unable to follow up with a pinfall attempt immediately. Encouragement from Megan wills him to forget about that and lay back with the right arm across the shoulders... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! "GAH!" Frustration is the reaction from Landon as he has to force himself back up again, this time dragging Zyon with him. A couple of forearms soften Zyon up before Landon goes back to the ribs, landing a knee that has Zyon flagging once more. Cupping a hand under the jaw, Landon does the ol' 'cutthroat' dealy and signals to the crowd that it's OVAH~! Only, it's not, as Zyon elbows his way out of a Complete Shot attempt, then hooks Landon and drops him in a similiar fashion with Downfall! "A counter by Zyon, but his ribs are still giving problems and he hasn't got enough to make the pin straight away." sighs The Franchise. Landon ends up facedown on the mat, forcing Zyon to find some more reserves to first roll him over, then hook a leg for the cover... ONE! TWO! SHOULDER UP!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" The crowd get on Hardcastle's case, but Zyon doesn't concern himself with that and instead hauls Landon back up to his feet. An arm wring sets up an irish whip to the corner, Landon nestling in the buckles. Zyon then gets himself another run-up and charges in, only for Maddix to get the feet up...but Zyon blocks the feet, catches Maddix and drags him out, straight into a Powerbomb!! "Wow, counter again by Zyon!" "And look where Maddix's ended up." points out King. "Straight in spot city." Indeed, Landon has landed in 'spot city', aka right in front of the turnbuckles, in perfect position for Zyon. Rubbing out some pain in the ribs, Zyon exits and heads to the top, bringing the Carribean crowd to their feet with him. Zyon's climb is hampered by his previous injuries but he manages to fight through it and reaches the top regardless, setting himself upstairs and tumbles off, Megan shrieking prematurely as Zyon comes flipping down... ...WITH A 450!!!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" ONE! TWO! THR - "REF, REF!" FOOT ON THE ROPES!!! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Megan barely gets Hardcastle's attention in time to point out the foot, nearly giving himself a coronary in the process. "Amazingly, Landon saved himself...but Zyon's going back up top!" Just as Mak calls, Zyon is indeed heading up top again. This time Zyon's feeling it and he scales up a little quicker, adrenaline urging him on for another flip. Zyon shows majestic form, tumbling... ...this time with the Final Flash... ...ONTO THE KNEES!!! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" "God, that'll do the ribs no good!" The crowd deflate like...well, like Zyon's lungs, as Zyon goes through onto his hands and knees with an anguished look on his face. Megan is around to fan Maddix down with the trusty towel to get him some air. But Landon doesn't need it and shoos the treatment away, clambering back to his feet and stalking towards Zyon. *THWACK!* Landon slams a kick across the spine. *THWACK!* Again. *THWACK!* *THWACK!* *THWACK!* *THWACK!* *THWACK!* Again and again and again... ...BEFORE SNATCHING ON THE DRAGON CLUTCH!! "YYEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!" "Land Of Nod!" calls Mak. "The Land Of Nod is applied!" *TAPTAPTAPTAP!* "YYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" *DINGDINGDING!* "Your winner of the match, via submission... the SWF World Heavyweight Champion... LANDON "LA CUCARACHA" MMMAAAADDIIIIIXXXXXXX!!" Maddix continues to stand over Zyon as the World Title is handed to him and I've gotta go see ya'll later bye. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Ace309 0 Report post Posted May 26, 2007 The camera pans the ring, which is covered in bright red carpet, and furnished with a luxurious couch and matching love seat. On the side of the ring facing the entranceway, there are two tall columns joined by an arch; stretching between the columns is a thick velvet rope. In the center of the set is a microphone stand. It doesn’t take much for the viewers to recognize this as “Well, ladies and gentlemen,” says Mak Francis, “it’s time for another installment of the House of Marvelous! What a way to kick of tonight’s broadcast!” “I’ll say,” chimes King. “The House of Marvelous has been nothing but a ratings explosion since its debut! Each show has delivered something juicy to our fans and I can’t wait to see what this installment brings!” “Well, lets get to it than!” With that, Notorious BIG’s “I Love the Dough” begins to play as Michael Anderson limps his way onto the stage, pimping a white Armani and wearing a matching fedora. Behind him is the mammoth bodyguard Tracey Bruner, his charcoal colored suit a stark contrast to that of his employer. “Ladies and gentlemen,” booms Funyon, “please welcome to the ring at this time; SIR MAAAAARVELOOOOOUS!” Marvelous greets everyone with a smile as he makes his way to the ring. He walks slowly up the steel steps, and then waits on Bruner to get up to the apron and hold open the ropes for him before he enters the ring. Once inside, he then waits for Bruner to unhook the velvet rope before he passes through the arch and picks the microphone up from the stand as his music fades out, and a lone spotlight shines down on him from above. “Greetings to all!” Marvelous begins, getting some boos for his over excitement as well as his general presence. “Tonight, as you all very well know, is a very special edition of the House of Marvelous.” He pauses, but that’s when Jim Morrison’s voice rings out over the speakers. Obviously someone is a little anxious to get this done and over with. "When I was back in seminary school..." "…there was a person there who put forth the proposition That you can petition the Lord with prayer. Petition the Lord with prayer? Petition the Lord with prayer? YOU CANNOT PETITION THE LORD WITH PRAYER!" *BOOOM!!* The opening riff of ‘Kashmir’ by Led Zeppelin rings out as blue pyro erupts from the soundstage, heralding the arrival of one Mister Thomas Flesher! The SWF’s Commissioner struts down the ramp in full business mode and business attire, ready to make some business decisions. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Marvelous booms. “Please welcome at this time, the commissioner of the Smartmarks Wrestling Federation; ‘The Superior One’ Tom Flesher!” Flesher heads into the ring and goes right for the arches. Even as commissioner he has no intention of attempting to navigate around Bruner and take his one job of unhooking the velvet rope away. He waits as Bruner quickly pats him down for weapons, and then unhooks the rope to let him pass. “Welcome, Mr. Flesher,” greets Marvelous greets. “Let me just say that it’s an absolute honor to have you out here tonight!” “Let’s save the small chat for another time,” Flesher says, waving Anderson off. “I came out here for a purpose, and that’s to talk about the main event for 13th Hour.” “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!” “Which,” Marvelous interjects, smiling broadly as he does so, “we just so happened to have seen already tonight!” “Which is exactly why we won’t see it again,” Flesher finishes, much to the dismay of the crowd. They let Flesher know exactly how they feel about that with a sizable boo. “However, I do have something else planned. I’m going to put someone in that match who actually deserves it,” he continues, undaunted by the crowd. “You see, where I come from, title shots were earned, not handed out like condoms at a Brazilian nightclub." “You got that right,” Suicide King says. “I never had one handed to me.” “Which one? The title shot or condom?” Mak asks. King just glares a hole through him. Flesher paces back and forth, then says; “It wasn’t that long ago that I was actively competing myself. I came to this ring every single night. I never missed my flight or failed to make it here on time for my match. When I was competing it was with one thought on my mind—to become World Heavyweight Champion and I put everything I had into it!” He stops only momentarily; collecting his thoughts before continuing again. “I put every ounce of sweat, every drop of blood into the goal of winning that one prize. Hell, I practically killed myself for that chance…and Zyon, you thought you could just walk up and take that opportunity without the slightest bit of effort! You, son, didn’t have a shot from the beginning!” “Now that’s what I’m talking about,” King chimes in as Flesher, fuming, walks the length of the ring before continuing. “Landon, you thought you could maneuver around me. You thought you could just make up your own matches just because you didn’t want to have Maddix-Clark 8? Or Maddix-Dangerous 17, as you put it? Somebody who hasn't had countless shots at the World Title, like you yourself have? Landon Maddix, I think you tried to make a match that you didn’t think you could lose! That’s right; you wanted to make sure you kept your title by wrestling someone who wasn’t ready for that fight! Well guess what, Landon? I’m not going to let that happen!” “Like I said back in April,” says Flesher. “A lot can happen in six weeks… and a lot has happened. Namely, the World Title match between Landon Maddix and Zyon is most definitely off! However, I’m replacing the match with something that’s your own idea, Landon. Don’t worry; I won’t put you in a singles match against someone you’ve faced a dozen times before. Something fresh, is what you wanted so something fresh is what you’ll get. At 13th Hour… ” Flesher makes the dramatic pause. He knows that he has everyone on the edge of their seats right about now as the anxiously await the announcement, and knowing that he has them eating right out of his hand brings a smile to his face. “At 13th Hour, Landon Maddix will defend the SWF World Heavyweight Championship against Alan Clark…” “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” “…and Johnny Dangerous… in a triple threat elimination match!” “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!” “What!?” exclaims Mak. “I thought he just said he wasn’t going to put Landon in a match against those two?” “He said he wasn’t going to put him in a singles match against them. Listen up, Wheels!” “Don’t be mad, Landon,” Tom continues with a broad smile. “After all, it was your idea. I just presented it to the board and they happily approved your idea. Have a nice day and I’ll see you at 13th Hour.” With that, Flesher turns and exits as Kashmir is called up once more. “How can he book Landon Maddix in a triple threat elimination match?” questions Francis. “There’s not enough time between now and 13th Hour for Landon to properly prepare for that! How is he expected to win!?” “I think that’s the point,” the Gambling Man says, and he says it all too happily. “I think I can safely say that Landon Maddix’s time as the SWF World Heavyweight Champion is about to be over with… thank God.” Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Ace309 0 Report post Posted May 26, 2007 FADE IN “It’s just about time for the main event, ladies and gentlemen!” says an excited Mak Francis. “And the atmosphere here in Nassau has been electric all evening… indeed, all week! And it’s about to get even more electric, as Wild and Dangerous prepare to defend the Tag Team Titles against Alan Clark and Jay Hawke! King, fans here in the Bahamas have been anticipating this all week; do you think there’s any way that this match lives up to expectations?” “Well, if I were Johnny Dangerous, I’d worry less about the match living up to expectations, and more about the mental state of his partner,” replies the Suicide King. “As you and I can both testify, Francis, there’s nothing that can prepare a wrestler for the first time he performs in front of his home crowd; it’s almost like your first time at Genesis! You get those butterflies in your stomach, and sometimes you lose your head.” “No doubt about that,” agrees Mak. “The first time I wrestled in Philly, I threw up twice before my match! And then, I started making all kinds of rookie mistakes in the ring. But I actually think that’s where Johnny Dangerous will be invaluable here tonight: if Wildchild looks like he’s out of control, I expect Johnny to come in and take over. Having said that, they’re going to be in the ring against two guys that would love nothing better than to send this Bahaman crowd home unhappy!” “Positively!” affirms King. “In fact, both of these guys have come away with the loser’s end of the money the last time they faced Wildchild; they’d love to get that win back tonight!” “Will Wild and Dangerous be able to retain here tonight?” asks Mak. “We’ll know here in a few moments, as we send it up to Funyon in the ring!” DING! DING! DING! “Ladies and Gentlemen,” booms Funyon. “This… is the MAIN EVENT!” YEAAAAAAAAAAH! With that, Pink Floyd’s “Learning to Fly” begins to play, as Jay Hawke and Alan Clark make their way out to the ring… BOOOOOOOOOO! The challengers ignore the boos of the fans as they make their way down towards the ring; Clark, in fact, tries to genuflect to the fans surrounding the barricade, but they respond with loud jeering, some even throwing trash at the two men! “This is a really raucous crowd, King!” exclaims Mak, as security intervenes to try and keep the fans from getting out of hand. “Hawke and Clark may have to be escorted the rest of the way to the ring!” “Well, it’s very unusual to see a crowd anywhere that’s one hundred percent for one person,” remarks King. “Even when I was wrestling in front of my home fans, there were still a fair number of people there that were rooting against me… But here, it’s like the entire country is behind the Wildchild! I can’t even remember the last time I’ve seen anything like this in professional wrestling!” Jay and Alan finally make their way to the ring; Jay removes his robe and hands it over the top rope to the attendant at ringside, as Clark removes his International Championship and hands it to referee Ronald “Red” Herrington. He then removes his custodial jumpsuit as “Learning to Fly” fades out. Only a few seconds of silence pass before the crowd begins cheering in unison: LE-CROIX! LE-CROIX! LE-CROIX! LE-CROIX! “This place is going crazy in anticipation of the Wildchild!” shouts Mak. “Every fan in this arena is on their feet!” Suddenly, the crowd noise ascends to a deafening roar as the opening strains of “Starsky and Hutch” pass through that speakers… YEAAAAAAAAAAH! Johnny Dangerous makes his way out from behind the backstage area first, waving his hands excitedly to get the fans even more riled up! The Caribbean crowd stirs itself into a frenzy as the Barracuda encourages them to cheer ever louder for the Wildchild: LE-CROIX! LE-CROIX! LE-CROIX! LE-CROIX! Suddenly, the Bahama Bomber steps out onto the stage, the National Flag of the Bahamas draped over his shoulders! YEAAAAAAAAAAH! “I’m not even going to try to talk over this!” shouts King, as an emotional Wildchild looks out into a sea of his countrymen. It’s like nothing he’s ever experienced before, like nothing he ever thought he’d get to experience… LE-CROIX! LE-CROIX! LE-CROIX! LE-CROIX! The Bahaman native is greeted by an endless cavalcade of hands trying to reach out to him or pat him on the back as he and Johnny make their way towards the ring! Upon arriving at the ringside area, WC walks around to where both Thomas Robinson and Tonique Williams-Darling are seated; the Caribbean Cruiser thanks them both for coming, and turns to face the cameramen that are lined up behind him for a photo opportunity. “I’ve never seen anything like this in professional wrestling, King!” screams Mak, trying desperately to heard over the roar of the crowd. “It’s practically like a rock concert in here!” WC shrugs the flag from his shoulders and hands it to the timekeeper before he somersaults into the ring, along with his teammate; they each make their way to a corner and climb up the turnbuckles to pose for the fans! They finally climb back down to the canvas as their music fades out, and the timekeeper’s bell calls their attention back to the matter at hand: DING! DING! DING! “The following contest,” says Funyon, “scheduled for one fall, is for the SWF World Tag Team Championship!” YEAAAAAAAAAAH! “Introducing first,” continues Funyon, “to my left, are the challengers!” BOOOOOOOOOO! “At a total combined weight of four hundred forty pounds, first, from Cleveland, Ohio, the Dean of Professional Wrestling, Jay HAWKE! His tag team partner, allegedly hailing from Walt Disney World, Alan CLARK!” Clark barks at Funyon, taking exception to the use of the word ‘allegedly.’ LE-CROIX! LE-CROIX! LE-CROIX! LE-CROIX! “Their opponents,” continues Funyon, “are the SWF World Tag Team Champions… WILD! AAAAAND DAAAANGEROUS!” YEAAAAAAAAAAH! “At a total combined weight of four hundred thirty-nine pounds, first, from Las Vegas, Nevada, Johnny Dangerous!” Johnny raises his hand to salute the crowd, but the fans are already anticipating the announcement of their countryman: LE-CROIX! LE-CROIX! LE-CROIX! LE-CROIX! “Listen to this introduction!” shouts Mak. “His tag team partner…” YEAAAAAAAAAAH! “… From Morgan’s Bluff, in Andros…” YEAAAAAAAAAAH! “… Commonwealth of the Bahamas…” YEAAAAAAAAAAH! “He is the Bahamas’ own… the Wildchild, Dominic LEEEEE-CROIX!” LE-CROIX! LE-CROIX! LE-CROIX! LE-CROIX! “This is unbelievable!” exclaims Mak, as WC and Johnny hand their title belts over to Red Herrington, who displays them for the fans before heading over towards the edge of the ring to hand them to Funyon as he departs the ring. Johnny guides Wildchild, who is positively trembling with nervous energy, over towards the edge of the ring to start the match on the apron. “It looks like Johnny Dangerous is going to start the match for his team tonight,” notes Mak. “That’s very out of the ordinary for the champions!” “Well, it’s probably for the best,” adds King. “Dangerous starting the match will give Wildchild some time to settle his emotions, and avoid putting him in a situation where he might make a mistake!” Herrington signals to the timekeeper to ring the bell, signifying the start of the match: DING! DING! DING! “Bell’s gone,” shouts Mak, “and we’re underway!” Johnny locks up with Alan Clark in the center of the ring, and muscles him back into a neutral corner; Herrington rushes over to pull the two men apart… WHACK! … And Clark takes advantage of the distraction to catch Johnny with a sucker punch to the jaw! Clark then slams Johnny headfirst into the top turnbuckle! Alan grabs Johnny by the sides of his head and rakes the Barracuda’s face across the top rope as he makes his way over to his corner, to tag in Jay Hawke. Clark holds Johnny’s arms from behind as the Dean steps in and delivers a boot to Johnny’s midsection. Hawke grabs Johnny by the wrist and whips him across the ring, only for the Barracuda to reverse it; Johnny lowers his head as Jay bounces off the ropes, but the Dean makes his pay for putting his head down, hammering him in the back of the head with a clubbing forearm shot! “So far, so good, for the challengers,” notes Mak. “It looks like Wildchild may not have been the only member of this team that has come out a little too emotional!” Jay runs back to the ropes, but this time the Barracuda snatches him up out of the air as he rebounds and spins around sharply on his heel, powering Hawke into the canvas with a ferocious powerslam! Johnny holds him down for a cover: ONE! TWO! No! Jay kicks out at two! Johnny pulls the Dean to his feet and traps him in a standing arm wringer, before pulling him over to the Champion’s corner: LE-CROIX! LE-CROIX! LE-CROIX! LE-CROIX! “Here we go!” shouts Mak. “This crowd is about to lose it!” Johnny reaches over to his corner to tag in the Wildchild, prompting an eruption of cheers from the crowd: YEAAAAAAAAAAH! As soon as he tags his partner in, Johnny whips Hawke across the ring; the Barracuda bellies out against the canvas as Jay bounces off the ropes… WHAM! … And runs full-speed into a standing dropkick from the Bahama Bomber! YEAAAAAAAAAAH! “Stepover into a dropkick!” shouts Mak. “That’s vintage Wild and Dangerous offense!” Wildchild waits for Hawke to get back to his feet, before scooping him up off the canvas and planting him back down with a scoop slam! He immediately leaps off the canvas and extends his right leg to crash down into Hawke with a legdrop, and the rolls away from Hawke and onto his stomach, fluidly getting back to his feet as he hops back off the canvas, this time stretching out his left leg to hit a second straight legdrop! This time, Wildchild rolls atop Hawke and applies a lateral press, as Herrington dives into position to count: ONE! TWO! Hawke kicks out at two! WC pulls Jay to his feet, but the Dean stuns him with a rake of the eyes; Hawke grabs Wildchild by the wrist and whips him across the ring, hooking him underneath the arm to take him over with a hiptoss, but the Caribbean Cruiser effortlessly flows through the maneuver and lands on his feet, before suddenly taking the Dean by surprise with a snapping armdrag takeover! YEAAAAAAAAAAH! Jay quickly bounces to his feet, only to be taken over by a second quick armdrag! He scrambles to his feet, and is this time caught in a hiptoss! Clark rushes into the ring to come to his partner’s aid, only to find himself taken over by a hiptoss as well! Wildchild waits for Jay to stand up and rushes over to him, leaping into the air to land on the Dean’s shoulders, and locking his ankles behind Jay’s head as he arches backwards to take him over in a rana! The super-quick Bahaman still manages to beat Clark to his feet and leaps into the air, locking his hands behind Alan’s head and planting his feet into the International Champion’s midsection as he arches backwards to take his opponent over with a monkey flip! YEAAAAAAAAAAH! WC runs across the ring and leaps explosively off the canvas, whipping his leg sharply through the air to smash Clark across the throat with a leg lariat that sends him tumbling over the top rope and out to the floor! “Wildchild has taken control!” exclaims Mak. “He’s operating on another level right now! WC pulls Hawke to his feet and pulls him over to his corner, where he tags Johnny back in. Wildchild grabs Jay by the wrist and whips him towards the edge of the ring; Johnny appears beside him as the Dean bounces off the ropes, and they each loop an arm underneath those of the challenger, snatching him up off of the ground… WHAM! … And slamming him into the canvas with a double-hiptoss! “Nice double-hiptoss by the champions,” says Mak, as Wild and Dangerous turn ninety degrees to face the other edge of the ring. Johnny grabs Wildchild by the wrist and whips him towards the ropes, but the Bahama Bomber quickly spins around on his heel and sends his partner in instead. “What do you suppose is going on here,” asks Mak, as Johnny bounds off the ropes. Wildchild bends down to shoot the single-leg as his partner draws near and lifts him up off of the canvas, sending him sailing through the air as he falls backwards… SPLASH! … And crashing into Jay with a flapjack-body splash! “Tremendous maneuver by Wild and Dangerous,” screams Mak. “And that’s one of the things that makes them so effective as a tag team! They’re not afraid to put their own bodies in jeopardy to inflict damage on their opponents!” Johnny pulls Hawke over to a neutral corner and then straddles the middle ropes to begin delivering a ten-count punch: ONE! TWO! Clark gets back up on the apron and feigns entering the ring, prompting WC to try and cut him off at the pass… THREE! Herrington only sees Wildchild, however, and rushes over to chase him out of the ring… FOUR! … Leaving Clark free to sneak into the ring behind the Barracuda and wrap his arms around his waist, popping his hips as he jerks Johnny off the mat and backwards… BANG! … Dropping him on his head with a devastating German suplex! “Beautiful German by Alan!” admires King, as Alan rolls over onto his stomach. “Now that’s what wrestlers are supposed to do, Mak!” “But does Alan still have enough left to help his team win?” wonders Mak. “He took a pretty bad spill out to the floor!” Alan rolls back out to the apron as Jay stumbles out of the corner; he pulls Johnny to his feet, and uses a series of rapid-fire punches to force him back to the edge of the ring. The challenger grabs Johnny by the wrist and whips him across the ring; Johnny rebounds, and the Dean steps in looking to land a clothesline… but Johnny ducks down at the last second and blows past, heading to the ropes directly behind Jay! He leaps into the ropes… THUD! … Just as Alan Clark reaches up and pulls the top rope down, causing Johnny to go tumbling out of the ring and slam face first into thinly padded concrete floor! “Excellent teamwork on the part of Clark and Hawke,” shouts King. “Johnny Dangerous lost track of Alan Clark, and they used that to their advantage. Wildchild instinctively drops down from the ring apron with the purpose of checking on his partner as well as preventing any double teams that could possible transpire. Herrington is quick to order the Bahaman native back to his corner though; he doesn’t need this emotionally charged match to get completely out of control with a ringside brawl. However, turning his back to the challengers isn’t exactly a good thing as they take the opportunity to once again gang up on the Barracuda. Alan slaps a full nelson on Dangerous and drags him to his feet, holding him in place for Jay Hawke to repeatedly ram his fist into Johnny’s gut. Finally, Clark tosses the Barracuda down and returns to the apron, just as Herrington turns his attention back this way. “Excellent work, ref,” mutters Francis. Hawke pulls Johnny to his feet. As the Barracuda is still visibly dazed he doesn’t offer much resistance, which will suit the Dean just fine. He shoves Dangerous’ back against the ring, arches his arm back… *SMACK!* BOOOOOOOOOO! *SMACK!* BOOOOOOOOOO! *SMACK!* BOOOOOOOOOO! *SMACK!* BOOOOOOOOOO! …and unloads with a series of eye-watering knife edged chops, lighting up Dangerous’ chest! “That was… rather unusual,” the Gambling Man notes. “This crowd responded to the chops with boos – they really have absolutely zero love for the Challengers down here.” “Did you expect any different!? This crowd is the most one sided I have ever seen!” Dangerous is dropped to his knees. The chops to his ribs have left a stinging sensation like no other, forcing his hand to instinctively clutch onto his chest in pain as his other arm is left draped over the edge of the ring. Not to mention the fact that the room has yet to stop spinning following his skull smacking into the thinly-padded concrete floor. It doesn’t take long for anyone watching—worldwide or ringside—that the Barracuda is in serious trouble. “Get him back in the ring!” Herrington leans over the ropes and hollers out at Jay Hawke, while pointing at Johnny and then at the ring mat. Hawke dismisses the referee with the wave of his hand, but grabs Dangerous and rolls him into the ring then rolls in behind. “He’s not much for having stupid officials tell him what to do, but he knows he can’t win the match on the outside,” says King. Hawke crawls over Johnny, pinning his shoulders to the mat as Herrington counts for: ONE! TWO! TH-NO! Dangerous kicks out, and rolls onto his side to end the count. Hawke isn’t so sure that he can’t get this match won now, though, so he rolls Dangerous pack on to his back and applies a lateral press for a second straight pin. ONE! TWO! TH-NO! Again Dangerous kicks out and rolls onto his side to avoid having both shoulders down. “Johnny might be in a world of pain but he still has the sense to known how to keep himself out of a losing situation,” says Francis. “However, he desperately needs to make a tag and I can see Wildchild itching for that chance.” “He won’t have that opportunity at this rate,” Suicide King finishes as Hawke stands to his feet, pulling the seemingly lifeless secret agent up with him. He heads towards his corner to make a tag for himself with the Barracuda in tow. “Tags made and now Alan Clark comes in to take the reigns from Jay Hawke,” Mak notes. “These two really have this match in control.” At least, that’s how it appears. When Alan steps into the ring he quickly sends a knee into Dangerous gut to double him back over as Jay Hawke steps back out without staying in for any extra double teams – this match is well in hand. However, when Hawke is out of the ring is when Dangerous suddenly starts to fight back! He quickly jams an elbow into Clark’s side, stunning him for the moment, which gives the Barracuda enough time to get back to his feet, grab Clark by the arm, and send him across the ring, far from his corner, with an Irish whip! Dangerous takes two lanky steps forward in anticipation of Clark’s return, but he hasn’t regained enough of his senses to out maneuver Alan just yet and is knocked down with a lariat! BOOOOOOOOOO! LE-CROIX! LE-CROIX! LE-CROIX! LE-CROIX! The crowd chants for Wildchild start to grow; the fans desperately want to see their hometown hero get in the ring and kick some ass! It’s not hard for the challengers to take note of this either, and being the kind of man that Alan Clark has become he decides to have a little fun with it. After all, there isn’t much of a threat posed by Wildchild when he can’t even get involved in the mix. He just stands in the corner, his eyes dark as he glares at Clark, which the Disney Sponsored challenger to the tag titles finds a little amusing. He points at Wildchild as if he were asking the crowd if that’s who they want to see in this match and they respond with a deafening, thunderous cheer… and then Clark waves them off as he returns his attention to the Barracuda. BOOOOOOOOOO! LE-CROIX! LE-CROIX! LE-CROIX! LE-CROIX! Dangerous is halfway up by this point. He kneels by the ropes, trying to pull himself up as Alan stalks towards him. Dangerous tries to move quickly, hoping to escape Clark for now and make the tag to his partner, but Clark catches him before he can get away. “He should have ran for the tag while he had the chance!” King hollers, as now it seems like that chance will never come again. Alan wraps his arms around Dangerous from behind and then starts to lift for a German suplex, but Johnny sandbags his weight to keep Clark from executing the suplex! “Wise move by Dangerous,” says Mak. “He knows he can’t take another hit like that and he did the only thing he could in this situation to avoid it.” “I wouldn’t say it’s the only thing he can do to avoid it,” Suicide King adds in, and not one second later it seems like Johnny can hear the Gambling Man as he suddenly swings his elbow back three times, jamming Clark in the face! Finally, a fourth shot jars him loose from Clark’s grip, allowing Dangerous to spin out and kick his foot into Alan’s gut! All of Alan’s wind is knocked from his pipes; making it rather hard for him to do anything more than clench his abdomen in pain. Johnny then grabs Alan and scoops him off the mat with a fireman’s carry, getting a rise out of the fans before he somersaults forward and spikes Clark back-first into the mat with a Spinal Explosion! “Dangerous hits the Spinal Explosion,” Francis echoes. “He’s got the chance to make good on that with a tag to his partner; he better not pass that opportunity up!” Johnny crawls up to his knees and starts to head for his corner. He’s still somewhat dazed and the Spinal Explosion took quite a bit out of him, so it’s not like anyone expected him to simply waltz over for a quick and easy tag. Unfortunately, his lack of speed on making the tag gives Clark enough time to try and make it to his corner as well, putting both men at an almost even chance of making it to their corner first. “COME ON, JOHNNY!” WC shouts as he pounds the turnbuckle padding. The crowd gets even more fired up (if you can believe that they could possibly have that much more to even give in the first place) as Dangerous heads for WC. These people desperately want to see their man in this ring. LE-CROIX! LE-CROIX! LE-CROIX! LE-CROIX! Johnny reaches his corner at the same time as Alan reaches his, and the tags are made! YEAAAAAAAAAAH! “HERE HE COMES!” Francis shouts in excitement as the Bahaman native comes into the ring a house a fire! As Alan stands up and turns around only to get hit with a shotgun-like blast from Wildchild’s diving shoulder tackle! OOOOOOOOOOH! WC pops back up to his feet, seeing that Hawke has made his way into the ring and he charges towards him! Jay swings out his arm, looking for a mighty lariat, but WC ducks down and blazes past him. WC hits the ropes that are directly behind Hawke and springs off of them, coming back towards Jay from behind. Before Hawke can even register that WC dodged him he finds himself and the losing end of a bulldog, and he goes face-first into the canvas with a mighty thud! *WHAM!* YEAAAAAAAAAAH! Again, the Bahama Bomber is on his feet like a spring chicken, just as Alan dazedly stands to his while clutching his chest. WC rushes in and begins peppering Clark’s face with a series of right hands! BAP! BAP! BAP! BAP! Finally, with Alan reeling, Wildchild grabs Clark by his arm to whip him across the ring. However, Clark digs his feet into the mat to try and stop this Irish whip attempt until Johnny Dangerous steps in to grab Clark’s other arm, and then Wild and Dangerous send Alan across the ring! He hits the hopes and rebounds… WHACK! …running directly into two super kicks executed in unison by the Tag Team Champions! “Super Chicklet Buster!” shouts Francis, as Clark is sent backwards, into the ropes, before tumbling right over the top rope and out of the ring! “He might be down for good now!” The crowd roars in delight at seeing this abomination to Disney ejected from the ring so harshly. With Clark seemingly dealt with the Tag Champs turn their attention back towards Hawke. He’s up on his feet, though hunched over and grabbing his face like he was fighting off a serious migraine (which he very well may). Together the Champs grab Hawke in a front facelock before hauling him off the mat in a vertical suplex… WHAM! …and powerfully slamming him, back-first against the canvas! Hawke is left sprawled out on the mat, but on the outside of the ring Alan Clark is pulling himself up, starting to gather his bearings. Dangerous sees him out of the corner of his eye and then quickly takes off and dives out of the ring, between the ropes, and tackles Clark with a diving shoulderblock! “Hot damn!” exclaims Mak, “now that’s how you take someone out of action!” Dangerous and Clark are both out on the floor, grimacing in pain. It doesn’t appear like they’ll have much more to offer to this match, “-which was Dangerous intention,” Francis continues. “This is Wildchild’s return home. This is his match to win!” WC makes way for the corner post and climbs up. Once he reaches the top he turns toward the crowd and hollers out at the with his signature birdcall, signaling to his crowd for the Bird Dropping. “CAW-CAW!” He hollers, to which the crowd responds in kind, and responds much louder than any crowd ever has to the bird call. Wildchild then turns and leaps off, twisting in midair as thousands of flash bulbs pop from all corners of the arena. WHAM! YEAAAAAAAAAAH! And then the Bahama Bomber lands the Bird Dropping, making a direct hit on Jay Hawke with it! This match is over. He knows it. The crowd knows it. Hell, when Jay Hawke thinks back on this day he might even remember it. All that’s left is for referee Ronald Herrington to make the call. He drops and counts with every single member of the crowd counting along for: ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! YEAAAAAAAAAAH! Not one single member of this audience is left sitting. All of them leap out of their seats in joy as the bell rings out to signal the end of this match, sounding off with such a loud, thunderous cheer that Wild and Dangerous’ theme can barely be heard. “The winners of this match,” booms Funyon, “and STILL THE SWF WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS…WILD! AAAAAND DANGEROUS!!” “Once more Wild and Dangerous are successful in their title defense!” Francis notes. “However, we’ll have to see how successful Wildchild can be when he defends his Cruiserweight Championship against the Fabulous Jakey at 13th Hour.” “He hasn’t a chance! He’s going up against an elite member of Revolution Zero,” the Suicide King chimes in, but right now no ones paying attention to his pessimistic approach. Herrington raises Wildchild’s arm up in victory after handing both the tag belts back to him. Even after Herrington releases the arm he keeps it risen. Wildchild had been all over the world to win matches, defend titles and even win titles. However, before now he never had the opportunity to compete in front of his hometown crowd, and to say this is one of the happiest days he’s ever had in wrestling would only be the tip of the iceberg. He returns to the timekeeper’s table to retrieve his flag and then gets back on the apron, holding it over his head as the fans cheer! YEAAAAAAAAAAH! Johnny steps out to the floor, leaving the spotlight to his partner as “Starsky and Hutch” fades out; WC leans over to Funyon and asks for the microphone. LE-CROIX! LE-CROIX! LE-CROIX! LE-CROIX! “Wildchild asking for the microphone?” asks a bewildered Mak. “What do you suppose could be going on here?” WC raises the microphone to his lips… … And begins to sing? “Lift up your head to de rising sun, Bahamaland!” Immediately, the fans begin singing along with him: “MARCH ON TO GLORY, YOUR BRIGHT BANNERS WAVING HIGH, SEE HOW THE WORLD MARKS THE BANNER OF YOUR BEARING; PLEDGE TO EXCEL THRO’ LOVE AND UNITY…” YEAAAAAAAAAAH! WC suddenly leaps up onto the top turnbuckle and raises the flag back above his head to salute his countrymen… YEAAAAAAAAAAH! Aquamarine and gold streamers are tossed into the ring, as “Starsky and Hutch” begins to play once more; WC clutches the flag to his chest and turns his teary-eyed countenance towards the sky, hopeful that his family’s approval is shining back down on him… As we: FADE OUT Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
