JAMAICAN ME CRAZY

[Toxxic 0]

The SWF presents...

JAMAICAN ME CRAZY

LIVE to DVD from the National Indoor Arena, Kingston, Jamaica, 7pm EST, THURSDAY 31st JULY!

TAG TEAM TITLES
VDN© vs TKO
It's the battle of the three-letter initials! Va'aiga's battle with S.I.N. at the Puerto Rico show was called off when both men were arrested for brawling outside the police station, so the Maori will doubtless have plenty of pent-up aggression ready to release as he teams up with Dace Night (presumably also with some issues to address after his kidnapping at S.I.N.'s hands) to take on the Oriental menace of TKO. It's two Japanese guys fighting a Maori and an Englishman in Jamaica - the very image of an American company! Can TKO's undefeated record in tag team competition continue, or will their ongoing issue with the Breslin Brothers be playing on their minds? Or, alternatively, will Va'aiga and Dace just destroy them?

Word Limit: 6000
Rules: Standard Singles
Send To: JST





S.I.N. vs Doctor Pirata
After some negotiation we got S.I.N. out of Puerto Rico and put him in a match with Doctor Pirata, whose attempt to get revenge on TKO was cut rather short. As was this description, for now.

Word Limit: 4500
Rules: Standard Singles
Send To: Toxxic




Luke Breslin vs Munich
That six-man tag last show kind of broke down before it even got going... in fact before Luke Breslin was even legally tagged in. As a result the promising rookie gets to take on one of his opponents in that match this show. It's unclear whether the enigmatic Munich was in on the TKO plan to isolate Leo Breslin and beat the crap out of him, but it seems unlikely that Luke will care too much either way. If he wins this he has three singles wins in a row and gets a shot at the World Title (once the Maori Badass has had his own crack at IL, that is). Meanwhile Munich will be looking to build on his momentum and mount his own charge back towards the title. Who will win?

Word Limit: 5000
Rules: Standard Single
Send To: Dace59





AND OTHER MATCHES TO BE ANNOUNCED!


(send all marked matches, promos etc to Toxxic)

[Toxxic 0]

"Well King, after that opening match featuring Spike Jenkins we're now going to hear from the pretender to his crown, if you will," Mak Francis states as the cameras reveal the set for The House Of Marvellous in the middle of the ring.

 

"Yeah, if Ms. Star can actually walk out here after the kicking she received at Our Super Sweet Sixteen," King chuckles, "I haven't seen a woman beaten that badly since I was last in Alabama."

 

"Good God Brian, we're trying not to alienate audiences!" Mak protests.

 

"Relax, we're not on TV anymore," King scoffs, "and how many of those hicks do you think own DVD players?"

 

 

In the ring, Sir Marvellous adjusts his tie, leans on his cane and raises his microphone to his mouth as Tracey Bruner looks on from the arena floor, casting impassive glances around at the crowd every now and then.

 

 

"First of all, I'd like to welcome you all to the House of Marvellous," the former road agent beams, "presented by me, the one and only Sir Marvellous... now, my guest tonight is a... woman who has been no stranger to controversy since she arrived in the SWF," he continues, "from her outspoken attitude and occasional flagrant disregard for the rules-"

 

 

"Pot. Kettle," Mak mutters, eyeing Bruner.

 

 

"-to her quite frankly dreary bitching matches with a certain Miss Onita," Marvellous carries on. "However, at Our Super Sweet Sixteen she found herself on the end of an entirely different form of controversy, as the four men she brought into the SWF from her previous place of employment joined forces to kick twelve kinds of crap out of her! Tonight, I present to you the Number One Contender to the SWF Cruiserweight Title - assuming she makes it that far - Taiga Star!"

 

 

'Be A Man' by Hole kicks up and Taiga walks out, to a generally positive reception from the Kingston crowd. Taiga comes down the ramp and ends up facing the imposing chest of Tracey Bruner, who peers down to see who this midget is, then grudgingly removes the red rope to allow her to continue. Taiga, who is attempting to keep her temper in check, curls her lip at the big bouncer as she walks past, then climbs the steps to enter the ring.

 

 

"Taiga, how good to see you," Marvellous smarms without a hint of sincerity, "so good of you to drag yourself away from making barbed-wire cookies, or whatever it is you 'hardcore women wrestlers' do."

 

 

If looks could kill, Sir Marvellous would be a heap of disembowlment, but because Taiga does not posess the evil eye, she settles on just glaring at him, placing a defensive hand on her hip.

 

 

"So," Marvellous continues, "I imagine the question on everyone's lips is; 'why did Hardcore Jammer, X-Punk, Kevin Riggs and Spyke decide they wanted to beat you up so bad?'."

 

 

"I'd say that's about right," Mak nods.

 

 

"However, Marvellous adds quickly with the smile that he has when he thinks he's being clever, "I have a better question: How in the world did they restrain themselves so long?"

 

 

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

 

 

The fans are clearly unimpressed with Sir Marvellous's opinion and make their displeasure known. For her part Taiga picks up the mic that the host smugly offers her and stares at him.

 

 

"OK, I'm not much of a one to go on and on and on with a microphone, unlike some people," Taiga says, the direction of her glare clearly showing who she's talking about, "I just came out here to say a couple of things.

 

"Firstly, to all the fans," she says, looking around, "Please don't believe that the DVS is made up of a bunch of jackasses like Jammer, Spyke and Team Canada. Yeah, there are some jackasses," she concedes, "but we're not all like that. Secondly, to those said DVS jackasses... what the fuck is your problem!?"

 

 

"Well, good to know she's not holding back with her feelings," King nods.

 

 

"I don't know if these people know," Taiga says, gesturing around to the crowd again, "but those four were calling and calling and calling me, wanting to know if I'd put in a word for them with Toxxic. Now I see they've gone to all that effort just to beat on me because they've got some stupid idea that I've betrayed the DVS.

 

"Guys, I've been here kicking ass and everyone knows where I come from. You came here and beat on someone four-on-one? There has to be four of you... to beat a girl? You all made the DVS look like a bunch of cowardly ingrates. So quite frankly, fuck you!"

 

 

With that Taiga drops her mic and turns to go, but then catches sight of someone in the front row.

 

 

In fact, four someones, sitting side by side and wearing wide, mocking grins.

 

 

"I don't believe it!" Sir Marvellous exclaims (although the cynical might wonder if he was already aware of their presence, "that wouldn't be the four members of the DVS you were just talking about, would it Ms Star?" The former road agent hurriedly gets out of the ring and limps over, leaning on his cane, to proffer the microphone he carries to Spyke. "Sir, your thoughts on your colleague's allegations?"

 

 

"First off I think this gelatinous sack of crap needs to shut her pie hole!" Spyke hollers, prompting a few boos from the crowd. "You do not know me nor can your barbaric brain begin to fathom the individual I am. That is why in the DVS I am the man everyone has their eye on. I delivered my promise to take that company to the next era. You come here to represent the DVS? We don't need the fans to think superstars like YOU are all we have to offer. This industry needs a better class of superstar and I'm here to give it to them"

 

 

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

 

 

"I see," Marvellous nods, then moves on to X-Punk. "And your reason for being in attendance tonight?"

 

 

"Just to show there's no bad blood between us and the SWF, we thought we'd buy tickets and come to their show in Jamaica," X-Punk says, waving his ticket for emphasis, "because we like a trip to the sun as much as anyone else, but mainly because we wanted to see Taiga get her head kicked in by her new colleagues, whoever that was going to be. Unfortunately," he adds, "it seems that she's still too hurt from the kicking we gave her... or maybe too yellow," he adds.

 

A shout is heard from Taiga, who has been watching and listening to this exchange, starting to forget how much she was trying to keep a lid on her temper, because beating people up in a rage felt really good right about now. She crosses the ring and stands on the bottom rope, voicing her displeasure of her coleauges and their actions.

 

 

Hardcore Jammer leans over and pulls Sir Marvellous's hand, and therefore the mic, towards himself. "Hey, Taiga," he says, "stop flapping your gums! It's just hot air! You can talk all you want, but you know you can't lay a finger on us here! We bought tickets!" Jammer holds one up proudly. "We're customers! You can't have the wrestlers hitting the spectators!" He sits back, looking happy with himself, while Taiga stands and fumes, aware that what he says is technically true.

 

 

Or is it?

 

 

"COME AND HAVE A GO IF YOU THINK YER 'ARD ENOUGH!"

"COME AND HAVE A GO IF YOU THINK YER 'ARD ENOUGH!"

 

 

The rolling, raucous soccer chant crashes out around the National Indoor Arena moments before the oozing bassline of 'The Gush' by Raging Speedhorn rumbles out of the PA system. The Smarktron, which up until a moment ago had been displaying a large image of the current camera shot, is now rapidly fading from white to black, and as it does so jagged white letters flash up spelling out a familiar catchphrase one word at a time... a catchphrase that seems almost a deliberate reference to Jammer's last statement.

 

 

'PREPARE TO BE PROVED WRONG...'

 

 

"Oh hell," King grunts, resting his chin on his hand, "we don't hear anything from the guy in six months and now he's out twice in two shows?"

 

 

"Hold on a bloody second!" Toxxic shouts, striding down the entrance ramp with one of his trademark 'Hardcore Punk' shirts with the barbed-wire font on (he knows better than to wear an England football shirt in Jamaica), "did I just hear you right?"

 

 

"...who the hell are you?" X-Punk pipes up, looking at the eyelinered Englishman in confusion.

 

 

"Who am I?" Toxxic says, "I think when the SWF mails you contracts you should pay more attention to the name that countersigned it, sunshine. My name is Michael Stephens, and I'm the General Manager of the SWF."

 

 

'Well, Michael-" Jammer begins, but Toxxic cuts him off.

 

 

"Uh-uh, you don't get it. My friends call me Toxx, or Mike," he says, "but you don't count as a friend. You can call me Toxxic, or Mister Stephens. But for tonight," he continues, getting into the ring to look down on the foursome, "you can call me... Landon's hatchetman. Or you can call me... the dispenser of rough justice," he adds, looking around at the crowd who are starting to sense that something is coming, "or perhaps we can just settle for you calling me... Boss."

 

 

"And why the hell would we do that?" Spyke demands, causing the Englishman to flash his familiar lopsided grin.

 

 

"Because when you signed those contracts sunshine, you clearly didn't pay attention to the small print. We might not have a TV deal anymore, but we ain't the bush leagues. We don't do 'per appearance' contracts, we do our standard rolling 90 days. Which means that for the next two-and-a-half months, at the least, you will wrestle where we say, you will wrestle when we say, you will wrestle how we say, and most importantly of all, you will wrestle who we say!" he finishes.

 

 

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

 

 

"Oh, and one more thing," Toxxic adds as the DVS crew start to confer furiously among themselves, "a little something I forgot to mention.

 

 

"Landon's on holiday. Which means I'm in charge. With no moderating influences."

 

 

"Oh, hell..." King groans, putting his head in his hands. The crowd, on the other hand, seem more enthusiastic.

 

 

"TOXXXXXXXXX-IC..."

 

"TOXXXXXXXXX-IC..."

 

"TOXXXXXXXXX-IC..."

 

 

"So bearing all this in mind," Toxxic says, leaning over the ropes, "I do believe you can get your arses out of those seats and out from behind that guard rail, because you're not spectators, you are members of my roster and I want my money's worth! Taiga, back off, give them room," he orders the eager-looking Star, "you'll get your crack at them. And I mean that literally."

 

"Spyke!" Toxxic shouts, causing the Brooklyn resident to look up, "and Jammer, I hope you brought your ring gear with you! Spyke, you've got a match tonight against an old stablemate of mine, The Fabulous Jakey! And Jammer," he adds, focusing on the man who turned on Taiga at Our Super Sweet Sixteen, "you've got a match too. Against Taiga."

 

 

Jammer's face falls.

 

 

"Hardcore," Toxxic grins.

 

 

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! " The crowd pops!

 

 

Taiga is clapping her hands in delight and positively jumping for joy, looking alarmingly girly as she does so.

 

 

"But as for you two," Toxxic says, pointing a black-nailed finger at X-Punk and Kevin Riggs, "you won't need your ring gear."

 

 

Team Canada look suspiciously at the General Manager, figuring there's no way they're going to get off that easily. And they'd be right.

 

 

"You won't need it, because you're not going to have time to get changed into it anyway," Toxxic tells them with a complete lack of sympathy. "Get in this ring! You've got a match, now, against our very own 'Team Canada'... Tod James Stewart and Daniel Smith, the GTA Fight Team!"

 

 

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHH!"

 

 

"Bruner! Make yourself useful and clean this crap out of here!" Toxxic shouts, kicking the love seat as he focuses on the hulking bodyguard, "Funyon, get your voice warmed up! Spyke, Jammer, get the hell out of my sight, I don't want to see you until I hear your entrance music played! Taiga... leave that young man alone!"

 

Taiga pouts and steps away from the pretty boy, making phone gestures and asking to call.

 

 

"And for the love of a God I don't believe in, can I get a bloody referee out here!?" Toxic shouts as he rolls out of the ring, "let's go people, we've got a match on!"

 

 

"Toxxic taking charge, and it looks like the DVS will feature tonight after all!" Mak Francis shouts.

 

"This entire evening could either be good, or it could be a total train-wreck," King predicts.

 

"Are the main-eventers being held by the police?"

 

"Not as far as I know."

 

"Then we're already doing better than last time," Mak shrugs, "let's do this!"

[Toxxic 0]

"Ladies and gentlemen." begins Funyon at the urging of one Michael Stephens. "The following tag team bout is set for one fall! Currently approaching the ring, they are members of DVS; X-Punk & Kevin Riggs: Teaaaam – Canadaaaa!"

 

Cursing up a storm towards the SWF General Manager, the two DVS representatives that have been ordered to the ring do their best to intimidate the Englishman with a fine mixture of yelling and heavy language, but Toxxic stands firm and isn't afraid to reply with some language of his own. After some brief deliberations and stalling attempts, Team Canada are finally in the ring. Kevin Riggs angrily wrestles out of his wrist watch and rolls up the sleeves of his casual button shirt while X-Punk tosses his Team Canada t-shirt away in frustration and tightens his shoelaces.

 

"Yeah, THAT's fair!" says Suicide King. "Toxxic's ordering Team Canada to wrestle right now, without even giving them the opportunity to change! X-Punk's stuck with his running shoes and warm-up clothes while Kevin Riggs has to wrestle in his shirt and pants!"

 

"Whether that's fair or not is certainly up for debate." rebutts Mak Francis. "But you certainly can't debate that it's making for a hell of a show so far!"

 

"That's because of Taiga Star and her neverending quest for acceptance! For once she fulfilled her lifelong dream of actually having four guys on top of her, but, like any typical pair of TITS; it wasn't enough or it wasn't to their liking, so she went complaining to the right people and now she's got people fighting battles for her!"

 

"Skewed as it mat be, it is your opinion, but I tend to agree with Toxxic here." replies Francis. "The DVS guys have all signed lucrative SWF contracts for all involved, so it's only fair this company should get its investment's worth!"

 

Toxxic is still retreating up the entrance ramp and further ignoring the protests of the DVS insurgents, while The Beatles' Helter Skelter begins playing to an increasingly positive reaction. Seems like the Fab Four were pretty huge in Jamaica.

 

"And their opponents." pursues Funyon. "From Toronto, Ontario, Canada. At a total combined weight of 522 lbs: the GTA Fight Team… Daniel Smith and Toood – Jaaaames – Stuart!!"

 

"The general manager's made it official just a minute ago!" declares Mak Francis. "Looks like we've got some impromptu tag team action coming up right now as Tod James Stuart and Daniel Smith; collectively known as the GTA Fight Team, are making their way to the ring."

 

While their Canadian counterparts and opponents maintain a focused stare at the arriving Torontonians, Stuart and Smith arrive at the bottom of the ramp adorned with their respective demeanors. Smith with his calm intensity and Stuart with the confident smirk he's becoming known for. Before this can quickly degenerate into a four-way brawl, referee Ronald 'Red' Herrington quickly sprints down to the ring, having already been ordered there by the SWF General Manager. He quickly snakes his way between Smith and Stuart and slides into the ring, preventing Riggs and Punk from further advancing.

 

"Normally, I'd be quick to choke on my Dasani at the sight of so many Canadians." offers Suicide King. "But these DVS guys are so intent on making a name for themselves here in the SWF. From what I hear, these two guys in the ring; X-Punk and Kevin Riggs are already making a hell of a tag team back in DVS and they've already got my attention. Despite the blatant injustice and flagrant abuse of power perpetrated by our general manager just a minute ago, these two guys definitely have the talent and skill to back it up, to take Toxxic's little decrees and shove it back in his mouth."

 

"Toxx couldn't have picked a better team to start them off against." notes Mak. "The perfect combination of speed, technique and pure power. The GTA Fight Team are of one mind, and that is to defeat you."

 

Foregoing their usual entrance routine, the Fight Team opt to quickly slide under the bottom rope, never taking their eyes off of their opponents. While Red Herrington stays between both teams in order to prevent shenanigans before the bell, Smith and Stuart calmly shed their Wrestling Clinic t-shirts, converting them into presents for two members of the audience. Just as soon as the Beatles hit fades to a stop, X-Punk is the more vocal member of Team Canada, insisting to referee Herrington that he wants to start his match. This causes the official to back Kevin Riggs into his assigned corner, all while pressing the other two Canadians to pick their starting lineup of sorts. Their decision comes in the form of the tried and true method of rock-paper-scissors. After all of three seconds of deliberation, Daniel's courageous rock is not strong enough to conquer Tod's mighty paper. Once the competitors are occupying their assigned spots, Red finally signals for the opening bell.

 

"We're underway here, with Tod Stuart squaring off against the very confident X-Punk. Two similar styles in the ring, but Stuart is the larger of the two and Punk definitely isn't afraid to take it to the air." notes Mak.

 

"Myself I'm pretty curious to see when Daniel Smith is going to get in there." retorts King. "He's not the biggest man in this company, but he outweighs everybody in this match by at least 65 lbs and he makes it a big point to show that he's not willing to leave his feet. It's going to take a whole lot of creative thinking in order to take the big man off his feet and hit the ground."

 

After circling each other, and an attempt at the single leg takedown by Punk; both men finally converge in the center of the ring for the very first lock up of the match. Jockeying for position, X-Punk is the first to score as he latches on a quick headlock. And he's only too happy to let everyone know about it.

 

"Whooaaaa yeah!! Here we go, Toronto!!" roars X-Punk to no one in particular.

 

Stuart tries the classic method of attempting an escape by hammering some weak forearms into Punk's lower back. He then backs away towards a set of ropes in an attempt to send him running, but the younger Canadian maintains a firm lock on his hold and the counter is nullified.

 

"Not so fast, Toronto!" declares Punk. "We rule this joint!!"

 

Deciding to show who's the more refined wrestler of the two, Stuart wiggles his right arm free and manages to reach Punk's head, countering the hold into a snapmare and releasing the headlock! Tod quickly pounces and latches on a headlock of his own, drawing a frustated slap of the mat by Punk. Not giving him one second to get his bearings together, Stuart quickly twists the hold and works it into a rear hammerlock. Before Punk can make an attempt at countering the hold, Stuart simply… shoves him away? The younger Canadians murders his opponent with a stare while Stuart simply replies with a calm and confident look that says You Don't Outwrestle Me, Kid.

 

"X-Punk is particularly shining here," begins Mak. "With what has been his most effective weapon in this match. That being his mouth. And now, he's tagging out to his partner Kevin Riggs."

 

Indeed, as Punk slaps palms with his stablemate, allowing Kevin Riggs to enter the ring.

 

"Get 'im!!" offers X-Punk to his partner.

 

Riggs approaches his opponent face to face, also unafraid to lay down some verbiage to his countryman. Stuart stands there and takes it, waiting out Riggs' diatribe. Once he's done, all he can counter with is…

 

"What's that?" asks Tod, pointing somewhere behind Riggs.

 

"What's what?" retorts Riggs, already annoyed.

 

"That."

 

"What's WHAT!!"

 

"That!"

 

"Shut up! Let's do this!"

 

"Dude…" pleads Tod, really smearing on the emphasis.

 

"…Fine."

 

Releasing an annoyed sigh, Kevin Riggs barely turns his head 90 degrees that Tod already has his it in his one armed grip and sends him over and down with a snapmare! Without pause, he quickly leaves his feet and connects with a lightning fast dropkick to the back of the head. Not enough to keep the man down, Stuart opts not to go for a cover, rather waiting for Riggs to meander up to his feet, holding the back of his skull. Once he's back up, he charges forward… only to walk into an arm drag. Quickly staggering back up, Riggs walks into a second arm drag. Regaining his footing once again, he walks into a third one, only this time, Stuart maintains the hold into an arm bar.

 

"I can't help but notice that Team Canada is having a little trouble getting on track here." astutely points out Mak Francis. "Tod Stuart is clearly in control in the opening minute of this match."

 

"Sure, maybe the experience factor tends to skew towards Stuart;" offers Suicide King. "But that'd be like asking you to get up off this chair, step onto Fenway Park and hit a line drive over the big Green Monster. Impossible! Why? Because the key is preparation… And in your case, you're physically incapable of standing up."

 

Maintaining the arm bar, Tod Stuart applies pressure as best as he can while Kevin Riggs is doing his best to regain his footing. After evaluating his options, he finds that the best possible exit is to bury several fingers in Stuart's eyes and rake him in the face, effectively breaking the hold. Grabbing a handful of Tod's hair, Riggs drags his opponents towards a neutral corner and relentlessly drives his head into the top turnbuckle. With Stuart isolated and backed into a corner, Riggs lets loose with a brief series of hard right hands to the side of the head. He eases up once Red Herrington gets on his case about the closed fists and issues the standard five count. Clamping onto Stuart's left wrist, Riggs peels him off the corner with an Irish whip, into the opposing turnbuckles. Tod's back area absorbs the impact of the short trip while Riggs takes a second to adjust the rolled up sleeves of his button shirt before charging right away. That was one second too many as Stuart suddenly lunges forward with a back elbow that connects against Riggs's temple! Stuart further immobilizes his opponent with a series of five forearm shots to the same area on his head. With Riggs briefly out on his feet, Stuart traps his left arm in a basic arm wringer and cinches it in for good measure that doubles Riggs over. Using his right leg, Stuart fires off a series of six shin kicks to the chest that further serve to wear down Riggs. Once he's sufficiently deprived of air, Stuart lifts up his right boot and sets it on Riggs' shoulder, against his face. He then throws himself onto his back, driving the sole of his boot into his face! Connecting with the move he calls the Slapshot, Stuart then shoots the half nelson into a lateral press for the first pinfall attempt of this match.

 

"ONE!"

 

 

"TWO!"

 

Before Two barely registers in the minds of everyone, Riggs' shoulder is already rocketing up to the skies. Before Riggs' kickout registers in the minds of everyone, X-Punk has sailed over the top rope and dives on top of Stuart's back with a stomp to the shoulder blades that was mostly unnecessary but still serves to break up the pin attempt. As Newton states that every action has an equal and opposite reaction, this proves to be true when Daniel Smith hits the ring and has his hand on the scruff of X-Punk's neck in record time. Having no choice but to follow the motion lest he gets his most vital limb torn off, Punk soon finds himself sailing over the top rope and onto the ringside mats! Patiently waiting for Punk to stagger up to his feet, Stuart has two handfuls of Riggs' hair. Once Punk is up to a full standing position, Stuart imitates his partner's move as he tosses Riggs' over the top rope in turn and knocks his partner down! Ignoring Red's calls to limit it to one man per team in the ring, the Fight Team's attention is more focused on their opponents, who are helping each other up to their feet. Wasting not but second to set each other up; Smith places himself against the near ropes, while Stuart throws himself in the opposite set. Bouncing off seamlessly, he hops into his partner's arms with a crossbody, but it's caught!

 

"'The hell?" asks King.

 

Carefully placing himself with his back against the ropes, Smith sends his partner sailing above his head with a fallaway slam to the outside that knocks down Team Canada like the proverbial bowling pins! This draws a sizeable reaction from the Jamaican crowd, which allows an intense Tod Stuart to smack palms with several front row fans. Finally respecting Red Herrington's request to restore order in this match, X-Punk is left to crawl back in his corner while Tod grabs a handful of Riggs' clothes and rolls him back inside the ring under the bottom rope. As Stuart rolls back inside in turn, he's met with a stinging axhandle blow to the upper back from Kevin Riggs that puts a stop to his momentum. He adds a few weak stomps to the shoulder, but that's enough to ground Stuart. Riggs quickly throws himself into a set of ropes, ready to pounce with a clothesline. As soon as he bounces back, Tod ducks under the blow, catching him in the uranage position. He drives the back of his head into his knee, muscles him back up and completes the sequence with a nasty STO! He quickly falls on top and hooks the leg.

 

"ONE!"

 

 

"TWO!!"

 

X-Punk briefly considered slithering into in the ring for the save, but he was still trying to get himself back on the ring apron, and the impact of Tod James Stuart's ass hitting the back of his head had him shaken. Meanwhile, Riggs barely shoots the shoulder up once again, saving his team from defeat. Stuart retrieves his opponent from the mat, making sure to immobilize him with another series of three elbow strikes to the side of the head, backing him into a set of ropes. He grabs his wrist and peels him off with an Irish whip of his own, but Riggs has enough awareness left to spin his hips around and reverse the maneuver, sending Tod running instead. Rather than bounce back from the throw, Tod's lower back collides with a hard obstacle in the form of X-Punk's knee. As Tod collapses to his knees, Punk is already vaulting over the top rope. In what is the ballsiest move of his SWF career so far, he sprints over towards the GTA Fight Team's corner… and blasts Daniel Smith with a hard taunting right!

 

This prompts the desired effects. With aggravated assault in his eyes, Smith vaults over his own top rope, ready to plow into his much lighter opponent. But this also draws Red Herrington over to block his path, dutifully admonishing him about not being the legal man in this match. While the argument is going on, X-Punk looks on with a proud smirk as he shoves his partner Riggs back towards their own corner and culminates his plan by colliding his hands into a mighty clap that could just as easily pass off as a legal tag. Ever the pure traditionalist for the rules, Daniel Smith finally retreats back to his corner, not without an array of four letter words to accentuate his views on the matter. Meanwhile, X-Punk has made it a point to floor Stuart with a nasty kick to the side of the head, followed by a quick snap leg drop to the back of the neck. Still intent on punishing his opponent, Punk lifts him up to his feet with a handful of hair which draws a warning from referee Herrington.

 

"Shut up, Stripes!!" admonishes X-Punk in turn. "Toronto's goin' nowhere!!"

 

Hammering away at his head with another series of right hands, Punk has Stuart backed away in a corner. He switches gears as he bends down and begins pounding away at his opponent's midsection, this time with a series of hard shoulderblocks. After the fourth one, Punk backs away for a running start, ready to conclude the onslaught with one more charging shoulderblock. Punk charges, but hits nothing but turnbuckles as Tod still has the awareness to sidestep the attack. Holding his aching ribs, Stuart does a semi-crawl towards his corner while his partner Daniel Smith has his hand outstretched and ready to tag in. Kevin Riggs quickly charges the ring to draw the referee's attention while X-Punk swoops in and latches onto Stuart's legs in a makeshift anchor. He neutralizes him with another series of clubbing forearm blows to the upper back.

 

"It's been Tod Stuart going at it all the way for his team so far." states Mak Francis. "Note how Team Canada is making every effort to prevent Stuart from tagging out to Daniel Smith. I can't help but get the feeling that if Dan Smith gets their hands on either one of them, they won't last too long in this match and they'll be done for."

 

"This is perfect tag team strategy on the part of Team Canada." replies King. "They've been partners for a long time and it definitely shows. If they can keep Stuart from tagging in the big man, they're in line for their first major SWF victory here tonight. Very smart game plan from the Canadians tonight." he adds, chuckling at his own remark.

 

"T-Bone Suplex from X-Punk!"

 

While the announcers were talking, X-Punk quickly had Stuart back on his feet and had put him down easily with the aforementionned move. One would think that he'd go for his first cover attempt of the match, but that move was merely to place Stuart in the appropriate position near a set of turnbuckles. Stepping over his fallen opponent, he grabs onto the top rope and boosts himself up onto the second strand. Bouncing off with a perfect flip, Punk spins a perfect 270 and lands a picture perfect second-rope moonsault! He finally hooks the leg for his first pin cover.

 

"ONE!"

 

 

 

"TWO!"

 

This time it's Stuart's arm that rockets up to the heavens, culminating in a determined pound of the mat with his fist, signaling his refusal to be defeated. X-Punk makes sure to stop any possible counter attack with a series of knee drops that he hammers on Stuart's rib cage. He brings him back up to his feet with a handful of hair and backs him into the Team Canada corner. While Kevin Riggs innocently puts his hands up in a "I didn't do NOTHIN'" manner, X-Punk isolates Stuart's arm in the rope, pushes his head back and rears back with his right hand, letting loose with a loud CHOP! Stuart recoils from the stinging blow with a grunt, but Punk is quickly on him as he pushes his head back again and unleashes another loud CHOP! If one could mathematically analyze Stuart's face, one would discover that it is about 20% pain from the blows and 80% utter annoyance attributed to the fact that he really really doesn't like chops.

 

Before Stuart can regain his bearings, he finds himself hoisted up and seated on the top turnbuckle. Punk quickly joins him up there, maintaining his perch on the second rope. He hooks Stuart's head with a front facelock and wraps his arm around his own head; for all intents and purposes setting up for a superplex. However, Tod James Stuart has been countering superplexes since before X-Punk was purchasing his first copy of Re-Load. Man, that was like, one of their worst…

 

Hammering Punk's midsection with right uppercuts, Stuart soon breaks free from his intended forced trip to the canvas. Instead, it's Punk who takes the trip as Stuart offers a mighty shove to his opponent that sends him crashing back first to the mat! Kevin Riggs tries to contain the resurging Tod, but he's met with an eyeful of fingers of his own! He slinks back down from his imposed perch and takes an extra seconds to shake the cob webs loose. With his eyes locked onto his partner's once again stretched out hand, Stuart embarks on a slow march towards his own corner, but he makes the rare mistake of casually stepping over the recovering X-Punk. This allows the younger Canadian to latch furiously onto Stuart's foot, once again hindering his progression towards a much needed tag. Having regained his vision, Kevin Riggs is quickly back in the ring and blasts Stuart with a forearm blow to the back! Seething, Daniel Smith is ready to retort; but at Team Canada's urging, Red Herrington is quickly back on his case, further preventing him from joining the fray.

 

While Smith and Red deal with each other, both members of Team Canada have Tod Stuart running the ropes with a double Irish whip. Putting on the brakes, Stuart counters the double flapjack attempt as he sends a hard punt to X-Punk's shoulder that sends him staggering, and plants the bent over Kevin Riggs with a nasty DDT! Once Tod is back up, he has enough time to spot X-Punk charging at him and leaping. He wraps his legs around Stuart's midsection, effectively putting himself in the wheelbarrow position. But if there's one thing Stuart knows besides wrestling, it's how to effectively deal with cruiserweight offense. Making full use of his strength and weight advantage, he holds onto Punk's waist and drops to his back; effectively driving both of his knees into Punk's gut! Tossing the agonizing carcass off of him, Stuart finally regains his feet for good. With a decided step, he finally marches towards his own corner and happily tags in his partner!

 

"There's the tag!" exclaims Mak Francis. "This crowd is on their feet, finally happy to see the big man in there!"

 

Like the proverbial and oft-quoted casa en fuego, the intense Daniel Smith sails into the ring and first strikes Kevin Riggs down with a massive clothesline! The next target in his sights is the little bastard that tickled his face with a punch a few minutes earlier, the not-so-confident-anymore X-Punk. Before the smaller Canadian can strike, he soon finds himself floored by another huge Smith clothesline! His partner Riggs attempts to contain his rapidly fading advantage, but he unfortunately walks into Smith's hand around his throat! With little effort, Smith muscles Riggs up in the air, holds him for the extra second and plants him with the Miracle On Yonge Street! His attention back on X-Punk, Smith has him again by the scruff of the neck, eyeing him with a deep menacing stare. He then presents him with three simple gestures that anyone can understand.

 

He points at himself with his thumb.

 

He then brandishes his fist.

 

And then points at Punk with his finger.

 

"Very simple, yet very effective." notes Mak. "X-Punk is about to find out what it's like getting hit by a Torontonian much larger than him!"

 

Letting out a mighty roar, Smith begins his assault with three heavy forearms to the head in succession. Instead of the usual palm strikes, this time Smith opts to simply use a forceful shove to bring Punk into a corner. Once there, he turns around and unleashes a massive series of reverse alternating elbow strikes to the head. He relents once the referee warns him with a five count, as once he feels Punk's body slumping down to the mat. With another rallying roar to the crowd, Smith spots Kevin Riggs on his feet once again… and leaping into his arms into a bear hug. Fielding him like a softball, Smith aims for the opposite corner from where Punk is counting his brain cells and takes a full running charge into the corner, driving Riggs' back into the turnbuckles! With a nonchalant shove of the hand, the agonizing Riggs helplessly finds himself thrown through the ropes to the outside.

 

He returns his attention back towards Punk, but had failed to see the brief resurgence firing up from within him. All he can do is catch the lighter Canadian as he leaps onto his shoulders, attempting to take him down with a hurricanrana. While Punk hammers him with weak right hands to try and wear him down, Smith carefully walks over to the GTA corner, offering his open back to his partner. The fully recovered Tod takes the hint as he offers Smith's back a meaty slap, which the referee will count as a tag. Rather than enter the ring, Stuart scales the ropes all the way up top. While Smith walks forward two steps to better position himself, Stuart leaps off from his perch of double team offense, nailing a hooking clothesline while Smith completes the move with a powerbomb!

 

"This is it, King!!" exclaims Mak. "The 21 Gun Salute! The GTA Fight Team's signature move!!"

 

Tod Stuart falls on top with a lateral press while Daniel Smith adds further weight by pressing both hands onto his partner's back. Red Herrington swoops in with the count.

 

 

"ONE!"

 

 

 

"TWO!"

 

 

 

"THREE!"

 

"Ring the bell!" orders the striped official.

 

The crowd erupts in a cheer as Helter Skelter fires up in victory. The fallen DVS representatives, Team Canada are quick to slither away from the ring and disappear from view while Smith and Stuart exchange manly chest and back slaps on a well-fought victory.

 

"Impressive win here for our own version of Team Canada, like Toxxic suggested." states Mak.

 

"Riiiiight." replies King. "Never mind the fact that they were plucked out of the audience like nothing but unwilling volunteers by our oh-so-benevolent General Manager. They were unprepared, they were not dressed to compete and they were taken at a complete disadvantage! Now I like my extremely well-paying job, but with an administration like this, I seriously question whether it's worth it when you have shenanigans like this going. I don't care too much for this invasion of sorts by the DVS crew, but if Toxxic is going to be like that; whatever happened to being the bigger man…?"

 

"As Suicide King ponders a better future that could be, we got a lot more coming up, including our main event for the tag team championship. Stay with us, folks, we won't disappoint!"

 

While the winning team retreats to the back, we are treated to a series of ads promoting the upcoming SWF house shows in the area.

 

…

 

www.SWF.net

 

 

[Toxxic 0]

Spyke storms backstage leaving the curtain flapping behind him as he shoves an equipment box to his left. It slightly budges for the contents in it are heavy as he follows up by clenching his fist as he walks.

 

Ben Hardy

Spyke! A word please!

 

He continues walking, ignoring his request

 

Hardy

Spyke just moments ago before the SWF fans you bit off more than you could chew as you now find yourself in a match up against the Fabulous Jakey! Your thoughts?

 

Spyke stops and slowly looks over his shoulder before turning fully around to address Marvelous

 

Spyke

My thoughts? You want my thoughts? Well here goes. First off what the hell is a Fabulous Jack off?

 

Hardy

Jakey...

 

Spyke

WHATEVER! I’ve gone from facing the best in the business in my past to come here and be fed up the joke of the week. Last week it was some flippity, dippity piece of crap that wasn’t worthy enough to clean the disgusting filth left on my boot after giving Taiga the good old stomping the tub of lard deserved!

 

Hardy

Speaking on the situation with Taiga, What was the deal with that?

 

Spyke

What do you mean? The bestial monstrosity of disgustingness that is Taiga went from our home....the DVS and she comes here to the SWF expecting there not to be repercussion. To add upon that insult she musters up some sort of intestinal fortitude further leaving one to assume beyond her appearance that she really is a HE!

 

Hardy

OH gee

 

Spyke

Shut it. Anyway as I was saying. She comes to the DVS and tries to rally up the best it has to offer into leaving the place that made us who we are to come here and start fresh. Who the hell does she think she is?

 

Hardy

Well it doesn’t matter who she think she is because all in all her plan worked didn’t it? You and the other members of DVS are here aren’t you?

 

Spyke

You simple egotistical sack of crap. Of course you are too meek to see the big picture so allow me to break it down for you. Now I don’t have flash cards on hand so this may hurt a bit because using ones brain to comprehend is something that seems to be as plentiful around here as good parenting is in the home of Britney Spears. But here goes...I am here ON MY OWN...not to invade SWF but to show these zombies in the crowd that I am the almighty savior of the wrestling ring. I am here to bring life to that which they once thought was a dead art and in doing so further prove that the DVS superstar is the definition of absolute greatness.

 

Hardy

With all that said you seemed to stress to get the point out that you are here alone yet last week you were in the ring with your DVS companions beating down on the SWF’s Taiga. What are the fans to make of that?

 

Spyke

We’re you sleeping last week when I came down to the ring and merely assisted in the well deserved beating of a life time? It’s pure DVS instinct. If your not doing something to further help yourself in the long run then you have no business getting in that ring in the first place.

 

Hardy

And just what are you aiming to get out of stomping out a poor defenseless woman!?

 

Spyke

Woman!? The only thing I did was help my fellow man harpoon the woolly mammoth terrorizing the ring. I should be awarded a damn medal! It’s not every day I put myself in harms way like that. A freaking Spyke appreciation night is what should be going on here but NO I’m facing this Jakey kid....it’s like a freaking Bizzaro Land where I’m punished for doing a good deed!

 

Spyke walks off continuing his rant and rave with himself.

[Toxxic 0]

Funyon

The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first to the ring representing the DVS he hails from Brooklyn, New York

 

“DON’T YOU WISH YOU WERE ME!?” is heard screaming on the loud speakers

 

Don’t You Wish You Were Me? By Fozzy starts up

 

Funyon

Weighing in at two hundred and thirty five pounds he is SPYKE!

 

Spyke steps out on the stage area with his hands in the air as the crowd boos him. He smiles and blows the fans in the arena a huge kiss followed by a gracious bow as he makes his way down the ramp with a cocky walk as if to say he is better than everyone in attendance tonight. Ignoring the few fans who do reach out to him he makes his way up the ring steps and pauses to look back at all the fans before he enters through the middle ropes he takes to the second rope and slaps his chest twice, pointing to the crowd and letting his finger pan around the arena before pointing up to the sky once and stepping down as his music dies down.

 

Funyon

And the opponent representing Revolution Zero from Minneapolis, Minnesota... now residing in New York City....

 

Like A Boy starts up and the camera zooms in on Spyke who looks confused and disgusted.

 

Funyon

Weighing in at one hundred and sixty pounds he is the one, the only FABULOUS JAKEY!!!

 

Mak Francis

Spyke looks a little bewildered in his second SWF match up here tonight against Jakey

 

Suicide King

We’ll how would you feel standing in the ring and you hear music like this start up?

 

Jakey emerges from behind the curtain after the song hits the forty five second mark wearing a red trench coat. Nonchalantly making his way to the ring steps he grins at fans, mainly the women before gliding up the steps. Funyon walks over with a slight look of embarrassment and holds the middle ropes open for him as he makes his way into the ring. Jakey makes his way to the middle of the ring where he then removes his trench coat before parking it in the corner for the time keeper to remove. Funyon exits as Like A Boy dies down and the ref signals for the bell.

 

Jakey focuses on Spyke, going on the offensive he makes the first move but Spyke stops him in his track by putting his hand up in his face. Jakey puts his hands on his waist and begins to tap his right foot impatiently as Spyke walks over to the referee.

 

Suicide King

What’s this about?

 

Mak Francis

Is he complaining about Jakey?

 

Spyke is clearly asking Sexton Hardcastle if this is a serious match. Both of them get into a conversation as to why Toxxic would set up Fabulous Jakey as an opponent until Spyke is poked on his shoulder by Jakey who walks up behind him. Turning around to see what he wants he get slapped across the face by a furious Jakey. The crowd gasps as Spyke rubs his face in shock before examining Jakey up and down only to counter with a hard right hook that Jakey ducks below. Spinning around Spyke goes on the offensive after Jakey, chasing him to the other end of the ring where he quickly slides out the ring though the bottom rope.

 

Spyke chases after him, exiting through the middle ropes as a confused Sexton begins the count.

 

Sexton

ONE!

 

Jakey runs to the end of the ring, leaping over the steel ring steps as Spyke follows after him, walking around the stairs.

 

TWO!

 

Jakey slides back in through the bottom ropes and Spyke slides in behind him as Jakey stops mid way in the ring and turns back to stomp on the back of Spyke. Keeping him grounded he pulls Spyke to the center of the ring and delivers a clubbing blow to his back before picking him up. Following up with a knife edge chop to the chest that barely makes Spyke flinch he then takes him by the arm and attempts an Irish whip to the ropes. Spyke rebounds of the ropes and Jakey leaps into the air for the Lou Thesz press but Spyke ducks under the legs. Jakey lands and looks between his legs to see Spyke bouncing off the ropes once again. He stands upward and turns around just in time to leap over Spyke who rolls right before him. Jakey lands in confusion as to why Spyke rolled when he could have ducked and before he can realize what’s going on Spyke floors him with a hard clothesline.

 

Mak Francis

WHAT A ROLLING LARIAT!

 

Suicide King

I bet he isn’t feeling so Fabulous right now.

 

Strutting around the ring with arms extended, Spyke stalks Jakey. Slapping him in the back of the head before he can regain his composure he pulls him off the mat as referee Sexton Hardcastle tries to check on Jakey. Spyke shoves him back as he brings Jakey to his feet. Hardcastle gets into Spyke’s face, reminding him he is the official of the match. Spyke lets go of Jakey and backs off with his hands in the air as the Fabulous one stands up in a daze. Sexton backs up and Spyke charges at Jakey who out of desperation delivers a spinning kick to the chest of Spyke that sends him back to the ropes. Spyke finds himself on the end of a flurry of flailing punches and chops that drop him down to the mat from Jakey who continues the assault with a series of kicks. The Hardcastle steps in between Jakey, giving Spyke a moment to catch himself as the Fabulous on struts around the ring and blows kisses at the fans. Using the ropes for leverage while holding his sides, Spyke gets back up to his feet and Jakey stops posing for the fans in order to lock up.

 

Mak Francis

Jakey...usually on the end of the beating showing some offense.

 

Suicide King

Hey when was the last time this guy won a match?

 

Mak Francis

I honestly don’t know but if he keeps the match in his favor tonight just may be his night.

 

The two superstars stare down as Jakey flamboyantly raises his left hand in the air. Spyke complies and the two lock up for a high grapple. They attempt to lock up on the low end but Jakey does a quick “Oh Behave” hand flick to an exceptionally loud female in the crowd causing Spyke to give him a frustrated look before they lock up. Immediately over powering Jakey he starts backing him up to the ropes but Jakey counters with a kick to the mid section. He follows up with another kick but Spyke retaliates with a jab to the face after getting his right hand free.

 

Suicide King

Spyke fighting back

 

Jakey counters not with a punch of his own but with a wrist lock. Spyke slaps his own arm to release some pressure but Jakey yanks the arm right after. Spyke drops to a knee but quickly gets back up as Jakey starts pulling him to the corner. Jakey takes a moment to wave for the fans before he starts going to town on the arm of Spyke. Yanking the arm three times before clubbing it and executing a fourth yank before taking to the top rope with the wrist still locked.

 

Mak Francis

What’s he going for here?

 

Jakey leaps off the top rope and locks his legs around the neck of Spyke to deliver a flying head scissors that sends DVS’s self proclaimed greatest crashing into mat.

 

Mak Francis

LET’S SEE THAT AGAIN!

 

A quick replay of the top rope head scissors is played as Jakey walks over to Spyke who is just laying on the mat clenching his arm. Jakey pulls him up and looks around before running to the ropes. He bounces off and delivers a chop block that barely budges Spyke backwards. Looking at him in dismay he follows up with a back hand chop. Spyke tries to cover up while still favoring the arm as Jakey continues the assault with a set of slaps and chops to the chest. Spyke lets go of his arm and puts his hand to Jakey’s face, shoving him as if to say “get out of here kid”. Jakey flies back a few steps but continues onward towards Spyke who does a dead weight drop kick to the Shin that sends the Fabulous one dropping face first to the mat as his priority was in guarding the leg that was just kicked in.

 

With both men on the mat the referee starts the count.

 

Referee

ONE......

 

TWO....

 

THREE.....

 

Spyke crawls to the corner and sits with his back to the bottom turnbuckle as Jakey continues to roll around favoring the shin. Spyke shakes off his arm and slaps it to get the numb sensation out before closing in on Jakey. The Fabulous one is pulled up to the seated position. Spyke walks around him to deliver a knee to back but Jakey crosses his legs and tucks his head into his chest, wrapping one arm around his ankle Spyke stops and looks on in confusion along with the referee as Jakey extends his arm between his legs and shakes it for assistance as though he is now stuck in the position he put himself into. Spyke shrugs and takes the hand of Jakey who fabulously rolls forward and traps Spyke in an arm lock.

 

Suicide King

What the hell!?

 

Mak Francis

The Fabulous Jakey with the innovative move on Spyke. He’s continuing to work that arm

 

The referee checks to see if Spyke will tap but he refuses. Jakey applies more pressure and Spyke screams, as he tries to relieve pressure and keep the arm from going numb by slapping it. Falling to his back the referee begins the count.

 

ONE.......!

 

TWO.........!

 

Spyke gets his shoulders off the mat and a mixed reaction mostly consisting of boos fill the arena as out of desperation he positions his legs around the upper back of Jakey. Slipping one foot in front of the Fabulous ones head and the other under the chin he uses his free hand to lock around Jakey’s head and begins to apply pressure using his shin against his throat. Jakey instantly goes limp for a few seconds and breaks his hold on Spyke’s arm allowing him to fight through the pain and use the other free arm to help apply more pressure. Jakey begins to flail around realizing Spyke’s weight is too much for him to drag. The referee with a look of concern checks on Jakey who’s arms are quickly slowing down and eventually drop to the sides. Spyke stops using his favored arm to apply pressure and just continues to keep the hold locked in as Sexton raises up Jakey’s arm which falls back down to his side.

 

ONE......!

 

“LET’S GO JAKEY” cascades through the arena as the fans start cheering and clapping. The referee raises the hand once more and it drops to the side.

 

TWO.....!

 

The referee shakes his head in what looks like it could be an early end as a few people can be seen getting out of there seats to holler even louder for Jakey to wake up as Sexton takes the hand the third time and raises it a third time but to no avail it drops

 

Suicide King

This one is over

 

only half way. Stopping and balling into a fist the crowd roars.

 

Mak Francis

NO! NO! It’s NOT OVER YET! I cant believe it, Where is he getting the strength from!?

 

Jakey’s feet start pounding and flailing around on the mat as Spyke lazily keeps the hold locked in. The referee is watching closely as Jakey’s leg hits the bottom rope and he keeps it there. Insisting he breaks the hold’ the referee begins the count as Spyke ignores him and once again uses the other hand to apply more pressure.

 

ONE!

 

TWO!!

 

THREE!!

FOUR!

 

Spyke quickly breaks the hold leaving Jakey on the mat gasping for air and coughing. Sexton and Spyke get into an argument about following the rules or getting disqualified as Jakey sits back up. Holding his neck and looking around a bit dazed his breathing becomes less frantic as Spyke keeps an eye on him. Having enough lip from the referee he simply bypasses him and runs to the ropes, rebounding of them he delivers a shining wizard to the side of Jakey’s face and quickly follows up with the pin.

 

Referee

ONE..........

 

TWO..........

 

THR.........

 

Jakey gets the shoulder off the mat and a smug yet battered Spyke breaks the pin. Standing up he struts around the ring as if to ask the fans who better than him to provide such a match as they boo him in disapproval. Walking back over to The Fabulous Jakey the one hundred and sixty pound superstar places his hands on the boots of Spyke for leverage, next placing his hands on the knees and slowly fighting to make his way back up he is assisted by Spyke who in a rare show of compassion helps him up. That quickly comes to an end as Spyke goes into a boxing offensive position and toys with Jakey. Throwing a jab he quickly opens his hand and slightly smacks Jakey across the face with his right hand. He does the same with his left hand, bobbing and weaving against Jakey who isn’t even defending himself he slaps him with a right hand.

 

The crowd continues to show their disapproval as the boos get louder. Spyke goes for an actual hook to the face but Jakey blocks it. A surprised Spyke stands there as Jakey raises his hand with one finger extended and shakes his head while waving the finger as if to say not this time. Followed up with a wink to Spyke’ The self proclaimed best DVS has to offer backs off in disgust and a battered Jakey pulls back with all his might and swings at Spyke who ducks the attack. With the force put behind the missed punch Jakey spins and Spyke grapples him from behind for a back drop but Jakey lands on his feet and spanks Spyke on his backside sending the confused Spyke running to away from him in embarrassment.

 

Mak Francis

Jakey seems to be getting his momentum back.

 

The crowd laughs as an infuriated Spyke goes on the offense by lunging after Jakey who counters by leaping towards spyke and delivers the Lou Thesz press. Quickly getting off Spyke both men get back to their feet and Spyke goes on the offensive again rushing after Jakey who mocks Spyke by punching him in the face, Spyke staggers back, Jakey delivers a jab to the face and Spyke wobbles back. The Fabulous One prances in place then stops to blow a kiss at the fans. He waves to a random woman in the crowd then looks at his nails and smacks Spyke in the face with the palm of his hand.

 

Suicide King

What the hell?

 

Mak Francis

Looks like Jakey took Spyke’s punch combo from his debut match and made it fabulous!

 

Spyke staggers back into the ropes and is caught by Jakey who delivers a snap suplex. Getting back up as quick as he delivered the attack Jakey runs to the ropes, bounces off and follows up with a soccer kick that leads the crowd into bursting out into a loud “GOOOOOOAAAAAAALLLLLL” cheer. Jakey quickly goes for the Oklahoma roll on Spyke.

 

Referee

ONE.........!

 

TWO.........!

 

Spyke breaks the hold but Jakey just pulls him off the mat and Irish whips him to the corner. Spykes back hits the padding and he goes back to favoring the arm from earlier while shaking his head. Jakey like a relentless warrior closes in on Spyke and punches him in the head three times after climbing the middle rope. He gyrates his hips in Spyke’s face and delivers a fourth punch before getting off the middle ropes and begins to choke him with the foot. Hardcastle begins the count

 

Referee

ONE!

TWO!

Come on! BREAK IT!

THREE!

 

Jakey breaks the hold and prances away from Spyke only to just as quickly run back and deliver a monkey flip that sends Spyke flying on his back to the middle of the ring. Getting up as quickly as he can he continues the offensive barrage of attacks on Spyke, delivering sharp, hard kicks to the ribs of Spyke he finishers off with a foot ball kick to the spine as Spyke curls up in defense. Picking him up off the mat and holding the battered Spyke he nods for the crowds approval before whipping him into the ropes. Spyke slowly hits the ropes and holds on. Jakey gets out of the ready positing and tails after him. Beating on Spyke with clubbing back hand blows he drops him to one knee only to pick him up and deliver a series of punches to the head and chops to the chest before attempting an Irish whip again. Putting all his weight into it this time he launches Spyke who mid swing turns to momentum on Jakey who hits the ropes and rebounds back into what looks like it could be a side slam but Jakey gets the upper hand once again and uses his momentum to take Spyke’s arm and with even more driving force than before whip him into the ropes once more. As Spyke rebounds back Jakey goes for a belly to belly but Spyke jumps onto the shoulders of the unsuspecting Fabulous Jakey and rolls forward from behind him. Hooking Jakey’s shoulder with his legs he takes him down with him and scissors the leg while twisting the ankle

 

Mak Francis

WHAT THE FU....

 

Suicide King

WHOA! Spyke with the most unique version of the grapevine ankle lock I’ve ever seen!

 

Jakey flails around in shock looking for the rope and begins clawing at the mat as the referee slides into position to ask him if he’s had enough. He shakes his head to insist he wont give up just yet and covers his face as he writhes in pain for several seconds before using his elbows to drag himself with the weight of Spyke to the bottom ropes. “LETS GO JAKEY!!” chants start up again followed by a series of claps and “SHOW HIM WHO’S FABULOUS” chants follow with a series of claps in succession. Jakey screams just as he’s about to make it, his fingers barely touching the ropes. He falls flat and the referee checks him. Looking up he raises the hand of Jakey and lets it go for the one count but The Fabulous one balls his hand into a fist and with his last ounce of strength takes a quivering breath and makes the final inch to grasp onto the bottom rope. The crowd explodes in excitement as a pissed off Spyke breaks the hold before Sexton Hardcastle can get in his face.

 

Mak Francis

The determination by Jakey is awe aspiring here tonight in the National Indoor Arena here in Kingston Jamaica.

 

Suicide King

Right now its helping him but it takes more than just determination to win a match

 

Still favoring the arm, Spkye shakes it around to get full feeling into it as he stands in the corner catching his breath as the referee attends to Jakey who pulls himself up using the ropes. Now favoring the leg he holds his thigh with one hand, using the other hand to hold the ropes. Winking at Spyke once the two make eye contact Jakey pulls the referee in front of him as Spyke rushes over to him. Sexton shoves Spyke back as Jakey maneuvers the top half of his body around the ropes knowing Spyke cant touch him if he’s in that position. Sliding back so his body is fully in the ring he begins to limp away from the corner to the ropes facing the announcers table. Spyke pushes the referee out of the way and charges after Jakey again who holds the top rope and drops down using all his weight to send Spyke over the top rope. Letting go he gets back up and blows a kiss to the fans while still gasping to catch his breath.

 

Mak Francis

Jakey better turn around.

 

Turning around he is decked in the face with a forearm by Spyke who held onto the ropes and is now standing on the apron. Slapping the left arm and raising it high, Spyke leaps onto the top rope and lunges forward with a fierce lariat only to be greeted by a staggering Jakey’s last minute drop kick to the chest that sends Spyke flat on his back to the floor. Jakey gets back up and quickly limps over to the opposite side of the ring before taking a deep breath and running as best as he can to leap over and deliver a slingshot cross body plancha to Spyke who is on all fours.

 

Suicide King

Holy.....The action has just spilled right out here in front of us!

 

The crowd screams “THAT WAS FABULOUS!” and it catches on through the arena as the referee begins the count.

 

ONE!.....

 

TWO!.........

 

THREE!.....

 

Jakey begins to move

 

FOUR.......

 

Holding the ribs he crawls over to the steel steps.

 

FIVE......

 

SIX.....!

 

He pulls himself up and rolls into the ring where he posts up in the seated position

 

SEVEN!!!

 

The crowd beginning to count with the referee

 

EIGHT!!

 

Jakey looks over at Spyke and shakes his head as if to say not this way

 

NINE!!!!

 

Jakey lays back down and rolls out the ring. A mixed reaction of boos and cheers fill the arena

 

Mak Francis

Jakey showing the true competitive side as he breaks the count!

 

Suicide King

This is why he loses match after match. I say a win is a win no matter how you take it.

 

Jakey huddles over to Spyke and pulls him up by the du rag that easily slips off his head. Jakey looks at it as if its tacky and flings it into the crowd with disgust. “GET HIM BACK IN HERE” hollers Sexton as he goes to start the count once more. Jakey smashes Spyke’s face into the announce table and gets a cheer from the crowd before pulling Spyke over to the apron and tossing him back in the ring. Rolling in behind him he gets up to his feet and flicks his own hair with his hand before limping around Spyke. Jakey positions himself by putting both his feet down around Spyke’s knees and bends the left leg, hooking it around his knees. He goes to hook the right leg in the same manor but Spyke moves the leg and starts kicking at the shin of Jakey who instantly unhooks the leg to protect his already battered shin. Spyke rolls over on his back as Jakey tries to hook both the legs but Spyke kicks him back. Spyke gets on all fours and begins to get up but Jakey limps forward and delivers a hard soccer kick with his bad leg that sends him dropping to the mat in pain beside Spyke.

 

Suicide King

That’s what im talking about, taking whatever means necessary to win!

 

Mak Francis

Yeah had he let the ref count Spyke out he wouldn’t be where he is right now.

 

The referee checks on Jakey who nods and says he’s going to finish this. Using the ropes to pull himself up he limps over worse than before to Spyke who isn’t moving. Struggling to pick him up off the mat Jakey signals for the Jumping Jakey Flash. He hooks Spyke by the neck in the DDT position and carries him over to the corner ropes where he climbs up and sits on the top rope. He does a going around taunt by moving his arm in a circular motion and leaps off the top rope

 

Mak Francis

MODIFIED JUMPING..........JAKEY......FL.....

 

Suicide King

NO........ NO ...........NO!!!!

 

Spyke slips out from under the arm in mid swing and the ring just bounces up and down after the hard thud of Jakey’s feet hit the mat. The flustered Jakey falls to one knee but lunges forward with a clothesline that gets stopped short as Spyke jabs him directly in the nose. Jakey covers his face and spins around checking his nose for blood. Spotting none he turns back to Spyke who steps back and almost as quick as a flash of lightening delivers a jaw shattering super kick

 

Mak Francis

JAKEY JUST GOT SPYKED!

 

The crowd boos Spyke as Jakey stumbles back and his own weight becomes too much for him to handle as he collapses in the middle of the ring as Spyke rubs his own jaw mocking The Fabulous one as if yo say “That must have hurt”. He shakes off his arm as if he was still trying to get some feeling into it as he looks around with an opportunistic grin on his face before dashing for the ropes, he leaps, placing his hands on the top rope, his legs on the middle and doing a lionsault over the fallen Jakey. Landing on his feet who shrugs as if to ask who better before shifting over to Jakey’s feet, he takes him by the legs and lifts him up, bending his leg so the shin is behind the knee of the bad leg. Placing the ankle under his arm he takes the same arm and slips it through the opening left between the legs and locks his hands together before stepping over Jakey and pulling back while squatting,

 

Suicide King

Taking whatever means...to win...I’m telling you, I like this kid

 

Mak Francis

Spyke working on hyper extending that leg with the cloverleaf. He’s been working on it for the entire match!

 

Sexton Hardcastle slides over to Jakey who is shaking his head as if to say he will not give up but his body knows its limit better than his ming is willing to accept as he taps out. Hardcastle signals for the bell and Spyke releases the hold, shoving Jakey’s legs out of his way.

 

Funyon

AND THE WINNER OF THE MATCH VIA SUBMISSION ....SPYKE!

 

Sexton Hardcastle raises Spykes arm as Don’t You Wish You Were Me!? Blares on the loud speakers. Spyke snatches his arm away and bows as the crowd boos him before exiting the ring as Hardcastle goes to check on Jakey. Spyke stops half way up the ramp and turns back. Heading back around to the announcers table his music dies down as he demands the microphone from Funyon as the crowd continues to show their disapproval.

 

Spyke

First off.....THANK YOU!

 

Spyke bows and continues to talk through the booing.

 

Honestly...This? This pathetic joke is what you present to me? I thought I made the message clear last time I was in the ring with that pathetic waste of semen that should have been shot into a sock rather than the five dollar hooker that gave birth behind the old abandoned Denny's! The superstars of the DVS are not jokes. Taiga still has the bruises to prove it. The fact that each and everyone of us won our match last time proves it. Your Fantastic Flaming Jakey in the ring there...PROVES IT! The next time you want to put me in a match may I suggest you step your game up and put forth an opponent worth my damn time.

 

Spyke flicks the microphone off and hands it back to Funyon before his music starts up and he struts back up the ramp.

 

[Toxxic 0]

“When’s the Marley concert, Mak?” King asks as the National Indoor Arena is injected with life again. ACDC’s “Thunderstruck” hits the loudspeakers and the crowd rises to its feet to meet the chants of the song’s opening.

 

“Please, King. That’s really not funny,” Mak replies as Luke Breslin appears on stage with a spotlight on him. He’s full of energy, bouncing back on forth on the balls of his feet.

 

“Hopefully it’s after this match.” Luke begins down the stage, looking out over the crowd. He points at the spotlights when they stop on a small part of the audience, and listens for their “THUNDERSTRUCK!” chant.

 

“Ladies and gentlemen…” Funyon begins. “The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall. Introducing first, from Philadelphia, weighing in at 256 pounds… LEEEEOOO BREEESSLIIIIINN!”

 

“He’s been deceased for more than 25 years, you jackass.” Luke reaches the bottom of the ramp and begins circling it, high-fiving as many fans as his hands can reach before he gets to the announcers’ table. He taps his hands on it along to the beat of his entrance music for a short time before turning around and sliding into the ring.

 

“What’s that kid think he’s doing? What a punk. And I knew he was dead, Mak. I was just seeing if you were one of those silly people who think he’s still alive, because, you know, people refer to him so much and you see his posters around all the time.”

 

“No, you weren’t seeing that, King. You’re just stupid.” Luke is on the second turnbuckle, pointing out to the cheering crowd.

 

“Either way, I’m disappointed we’re not having a little reggae concert. Instead, I have to be subjected to this kid who thinks he can just join the federation and actually hang with TKO. He’s the last thing I want to watch”

 

“You might not like him, but the crowd certainly does. I’m sure they appreciate the way he’s not backing down against TKO’s intimidating presence here in the federation. And Luke’s got some energy about him that is just—”

 

“That’s right, Mak. TKO is intimidating. And it’s not some fake intimidation,” King says as "Phantom of the Opera" by Iron Maiden starts. “They are a force to be reckoned with, and Luke has to learn his place. Hopefully Munich will teach him some SWF common sense.”

 

“Munich is a strong force himself in SWF,” Mak says as pyrotechnics rock the arena and light it up for a few seconds before Munich emerges onto the stage. “But Luke has a lot on the line in this match. A win for him means a shot at Insane Luchador’s World Championship.”

 

“Oh, please. If Luke gets through Munich and challenges for that title, I’ll wear a full face of makeup for the entirety of our next show.”

 

“And his opponent…” Funyon starts. “Weighing in at 265 pounds and hailing from Chicago… MUUUUUNNIIIIICCCHHH!”

 

“I’ll hold you to that, King. Trust me, I will. But Munich here… he’s not getting the reception he’s used to, wouldn’t you say?”

 

“That’s because our fans are suckers.” King says as Munich slides into the ring. He gets to his feet and raises his hands in the air to signal his arrival. He moves to his corner and stretches. “Just because Munich is fighting their beloved Luke, most of them decide to hate on poor Munich.”

 

“Well, King, it might also have something to do with Munich’s partnership with TKO last week and TKO’s beatdown of Luke which resulted in a double disqualification.”

 

“You can blame the bigwigs for that. Munich didn’t ask to be partnered with TKO.”

 

“Regardless, TKO is hated by our fans, and with good reason. Now Munich has lost some face solely by association.”

 

*ding ding ding*

 

“Well, Luke’s going to lose some face tonight. When Munich punches it off, he’ll lose it. Yeah…”

 

“Sometimes it’s so hard to believe that you were once one of the most feared figures in this federation’s history, King. It really is…”

 

The two wrestlers circle the ring, referee Sexton Hardcaslte remaining in a corner. He watches the men as they watch each other, their eyes fixed on each other, eager to meet and grapple after last show’s breakdown. They move towards each other in nearly the same fashion, meeting with a shoulder-and-neck tie-up that Luke quickly turns into an arm wrench. He repeats, twisting Munich’s arm even more.

 

“Munich’s not enjoying this,” Mak says. “It’s a strain on his shoulder.”

 

“Good observation right off the bat, Doc.”

 

Luke pulls Munich into his lifted knee, and Munich doubles over as the shot takes the wind out of him. With his grip still firm around Munich’s wrist, Luke wraps his arm around Munich’s neck and pulls him down. Munich’s head bounces off the mat and he rolls through the DDT, landing on his back, his contorted arm released.

 

“Luke with some impactful and quick offense to start us off here,” Mak says. “But Munich quick to his feet, and Luke meets him.”

 

A few closed fists connect with Munich’s head before Luke has him against a set of ropes. Luke whips him across the ring. Once Munich hits the opposite ropes, Luke runs at him and leaps into the air, opening his legs and meeting Munich with his body, taking the bigger man down with a Lou Thesz press.

 

“Luke connects perfectly with that press and takes Munich down, staying on top of him and… a fist in the air… punch after punch!” Mak exclaims.

 

“Luke is being relentless.”

 

“He wants his title shot. And if he carries on like this, he damn well deserves it.”

 

“It’s still early, Mak. Relax.”

 

Luke finally pulls away and comes to his feet. Munich is crumpled on the ground, favoring his head while Luke climbs onto the apron and ascends the turnbuckles. He perches himself on the top one and waits only a couple of seconds before flying, his head connecting with Munich’s temple. The crowd is on its feet, but soon realizes Luke’s mistake.

 

“Looked like a miscalculation there, Mak.”

 

“It sure did. Luke definitely delivered a vicious flying headbutt across a long distance, but I don’t know if he meant to crush his own skull in the process as well.”

 

“What a numbskull.”

 

“Well, yes, probably. Either way, Luke hasn’t endured a beatdown like Munich has, so he’s crawling on top for the cover… but Munich is out after two!”

 

Luke gets to his feet and brings Munich up with him. Munich has trouble standing on his own, but Luke keeps him up by hooking an arm over his neck. A quick float-over ends in a suplex that slams Munich’s back onto the canvas. Luke stands and propels himself off the ropes, running towards Munich and leaping in the air just before the fallen body. A falling knee finds Munich’s exposed ribs. Luke goes for another cover, this time hooking the leg.

 

“Sexton is down and… Munich escapes!”

 

“The crowd seems rather indifferent.”

 

“I think the crowd is seeing something new in Luke that I am starting to notice, too.”

 

“Did he get calf implants? I knew it. What a tool. He’s totally the kind of guy that would—”

 

“No, King. Luke is applying more a… beatdown. An ass-whooping, if you will. He’s just as intense as he has been, but he looks… so determined. He’s not looking out over the crowd, reacting to cheers, or… anything. He’s just beating up Munich.”

 

“Oh. Well I don’t care.”

 

Luke gets on his knees beside Munich. He looks down at his opponent for a few seconds before moving himself to Munich’s head. Luke sits Munich up and hastily applies a sleeper hold. Munich’s arms grab for Luke, but he avoids any grabs or substantial hits. Munich eventually stops struggling and his eyes show some glassiness.

 

“They gave this hold such a suiting name.”

 

“Yes, King, because it puts the opponent to sleep.”

 

“And everyone watching.”

 

“It’s… it’s tactical. And brilliant. Luke knows that Munich packs a bigger punch. But he also knows that Munich’s tank is getting low. And Luke is weakening Munich in so many ways.”

 

“Do you think Munich’s muttonchops are making Luke’s arm itchy?”

 

“Can’t you contribute something interesting, King?”

 

“Sure. Sexton Hardcastle is lifting Munich’s arm… and it drops.”

 

Luke adjusts his weight and positioning, wrapping his legs around Munich’s midsection and falling back, pulling Munich down with him. The muscles in Luke’s legs are exerting plenty of energy, but Munich is unable to respond to the pain. Sexton Hardcastle moves himself to fit into the new position, and he lifts another arm.

 

“I think Luke would have been just fine if he kept the sleeper hold. But I guess inflicting further pain on Munich’s rips won’t hurt either.”

 

“Luke is really putting his all into this hold. Munich is… dead? Is he dead? Sexton should stop this match.”

 

“Well, he’s moving towards Munich’s arm to lift it a third time and… what the hell? Luke just pulled off. He let Munich go.”

 

“This guy is too goddamn merciful. He had the match in the bag.”

 

The referee looks just as confused as he follows Luke to his feet. A mixed reaction pours in from the crowd. Luke sticks his left hand out, and slaps it three times with his right hand. Munich, with blood finally flowing again, is coming to.

 

“It looks like Luke only wants to win by pinfall. Any idea why, King?”

 

“Because he’s stupid.”

 

“Not valid. Maybe to prove something?”

 

“Yes, that he’s stupid. You don’t give up an opportunity to beat a man like Munich. It’s just… it’s irrational.”

 

Luke pulls a broken Munich to his feet and pushes him into a corner. A sharp knife-edge chop seems to jolt Munich to life as he lets out a yelp. Luke winds up and sends another one into Munich’s chest. A relentless Breslin goes in for another one, but Munich is able to catch Luke’s wrist in his hand. Before Munich can do anything else, Luke lifts a knee and sends it into Munich’s gut. He doubles over, but Luke doesn’t let him stay for long. A European uppercut causes Munich to slump in the corner. Luke backs up to the opposite corner. He runs full speed, and jumps at the perfect distance to land on Munich with the core of his body.

 

“A big corner splash that Luke just bounces right out of,” Mak says. “And Munich is stumbling out of that trap…”

 

“Right into a dropkick! A standing dropkick right to the chest, and Munich falls like a bag of bricks.”

 

“Was that enthusiasm, King?”

 

“Yes, because I foresaw the cover that Luke is going for right now. This one’s in the bag. One… two… three—”

 

“Wrong! Munich kicks out! How?!”

 

“Damnit. I wanted this to end.”

 

“Luke was so close to his title shot!”

 

Munich is pulled to his feet and whipped into a set of ropes. Luke finds the opposite ropes and tries for a clothesline that Munich ducks just in time. While Luke bounces off the ropes again, Munich is able to hook onto a top rope and stop his momentum. Luke rushes towards him, looking for another clothesline, but instead meeting Munich’s boot.

 

“Didn’t look like Munich got that foot as high as he wanted to, but… at least he hit Luke.”

 

“Yeah, King, but Luke is getting right back up, and Munich is still all over those ropes. That was a desperation boot.”

 

Luke finds Munich against the ropes and grabs an arm. He pulls back and tries to whip Munich across the ring again, but Munich other arm stays hooked over the top rope for dear life. Munich’s feet are planted firmly, his body square and unmoving. Luke goes for Munich’s other arm, but fails to predict the headbutt Munich sends square into Luke’s temple.

 

“A strong headbutt from Munich!” Mak says. “And Luke is stumbling backwards, a little disoriented.”

 

“Munich’s got his hand on Luke’s head. He’s steadying him… another headbutt, taking Luke down!”

 

“Munich is stumbling a bit, considering the offense that Luke unleashed on him thus far, but… he’s moving. And he’s got his eyes on Luke!”

 

Luke gets to his knees and grabs at his head. His vision is temporarily blurred, his ring presence somewhat skewed as he climbs to his feet. Munich approaches him and is able to avoid a wild swing. Munich puts his hands on both of Luke’s shoulders and keeps him in place. After placing the top of his head under Luke’s chin, Munich drops to his knees in an instant. Luke’s chin collides with Munich’s skull.

 

“Luke falls backwards. And if he didn’t feel jarred before, he sure does now,” Mak says.

 

“Well, Munich’s not letting him get up on his own this time. He’s looking much better.”

 

“You might prove to be right about Luke being foolish when he released that hold.”

 

“I told you so. Total moron…”

 

Luke is brought to his feet and turned around so he faces away from Munich. A light backwards tug brings Luke down low enough for Munich to place his arm around his neck. With a hand on Luke’s lower back, Munich shows his strength by lifting Luke up with a reverse suplex. Luke isn’t suspended in the air long. Munich’s lowered endurance is evident as he is quick to drop Luke, pulling his hands off the body and finding the back of Luke’s head during the descent. The long-distance, high-angle, high-impact suplex-turned-cutter demolishes Luke. His face bounces off Munich’s shoulder, his body quivers when it meets the mat, and he remains still as Munich rises to his feet.

 

“That Munchie Cutter got QUITE the reception! That must be why people still like Munich. You don’t see a move like that delivered with so much impact and finesse very often.”

 

“Hey Mak… Munich is in charge now. And this match could have been over a couple of minutes ago. And Luke could be poised for a title shot.”

 

“Let’s not live in a “what if” world, King.”

 

“But it’s more fun. Because now I can laugh at Breslin. Hahahaha.”

 

Munich drops down to apply a pin. Sexton follows him to the canvas. Luke kicks out as Sexton’s hand is halfway to the canvas for a third time. Munich comes to his feet and walks a half-circle around Luke. His recovery is slow, but Munich halts much of the progress with three steady stomps to Luke’s midsection. Munich lifts his elbow into the air and drops like a tree in the woods. The elbow drops across Luke’s chest, and Munich stays in place for another pin.

 

“One,” Mak begins. “Two… Thr—NO!”

 

“Munich’s staying grounded, rolling onto his back.”

 

“He’s got a grip on Luke’s arm, and he’s trying to get it into an armbar. Luke is wisely resisting!”

 

“He’s quite the squirmer.”

 

Munich gets the arm between his legs, but Luke’s constant movement makes it difficult to fully apply the maneuver. By the time the hold is locked, Munich’s actions have pulled Luke out of his fatigue and moved the two men close to the ropes. Luke’s attempts to get himself out of the armbar prove futile. Munich pulls with all his might, his head back and his teeth clenched. A painful yell escapes Luke’s mouth as he squirms, inching bit by bit to the ropes. His leg extends fully. It finds the bottom rope, barely able to rest on it comfortably without sliding off. Sexton Hardcastle jumps up and signals to Munich that Luke has the ropes. Munich lets out a yell of his own, a frustrating one accompanied by one final tug on Luke’s arm that causes the pained wrestler to elicit an almost inhuman sound.

 

“Munich finally relents. Good thing for Breslin,” King says.

 

“The only good thing is that the bell didn’t ring. Luke is in a world of pain, and Munich looks like he did some serious damage with that last straining of the arm.”

 

“Indeed, Luke has pretty much his whole body under those ropes. And he’s grabbing at that arm with his free hand. Looks like he’s trying to keep it mobilized.”

 

Munich bounces off the ropes opposite Luke to get a running start. He dives downward, feet-first, delivering a baseball slide to Luke’s spine that sends him rolling to the outside, landing on his injured arm. Another raw sound comes from Luke, and Munich stands, leaning over the top rope and glaring down at his opponent. Luke gets onto his back and holds his arm over his midsection.

 

“Is it the shoulder, King? The elbow?”

 

“It’s probably the whole arm. An armbar like the one Munich applies doesn’t show mercy to any joint, muscle, nerve, or whatever the hell else is in an arm.”

 

Sexton Hardcastle approaches the ropes. Munich looks at the referee for a second before climbing to the apron and hopping down to the outside mats. “ONE!” Sexton yells. Munich grabs Luke by the hair and gets him to his feet. The injured arm is shown no mercy as Munich grabs it and uses it to whip Luke across the outside while Sexton lets out a “TWO!”

 

“Luke’s spine goes square into those steel steps!” Mak screams.

 

“Munich launched him at full speed, and the impact was thunderous.”

 

“And if Luke’s shoulder has anything to do with his hurt arm, that definitely intensified the pain.”

 

Luke slumps against the steps as Munich stalks over to him. Once Munich stands above him, Luke’s uninjured arm darts up and delivers a jab to Munich’s midsection. The hit is unexpected, but Munich replies with a hammer-like fist to Luke’s shoulder. Luke screams in agony, and the crowd reacts with a chorus of boos that cause Munich to look around in confusion. Sexton’s “FOUR!” is barely heard while Munich pushes Luke away and begins pulls the top two steps away from the bottom structure.

 

“Munich’s exposing that large, flat steel surface,” Mak says. “And guys only do that when they have something sinister in mind.”

 

“Luke gets a few punches to the face for good measure. Sexton’s at six here. And Munich just draped Luke’s arm over that step…”

 

“What is he doing? Munich’s back up on the apron, but he’s not inside the ring… and Sexton yells seven pretty much in his ear, and Munich is—NO!”

 

“He just ran and leapt off the apron and flat out landed on Luke’s arm with both feet… all his weight! That was brutal!”

 

The crowd’s booing becomes thunderous and Sexton yells “EIGHT!” at the top of his lungs. Munich is quick to lift Luke to his feet. Luke’s yells are agonizing, his face a bright red, painted with pain. Munich pushes Luke’s body under the bottom rope just as Sexton lifts his fingers into the air to yell “NINE!”

 

“Both men are back in the ring now, so we won’t have to suffer a count out, but…” Mak trails off.

 

“But how is this match going to continue? It looks like Luke will have to fight with a handicap.”

 

Munich stands and turns in a circle, taking in the disapproval. He pulls his left hand out and slaps it three times with his right hand, and then smirks under his bushy mustache. This only further intensifies the crowd’s irritation. Munich watches Luke writhe while he gets on his knees, only his right hand on the mat to hold his upper body. His left arm remains close to his ribs.

 

“Munich’s watching Luke get to his feet,” Mak says. “He’s watching him like he’s a wounded animal. This is despicable.”

 

“I know there’s no title shot on the line here for Munich. But I’m sure, in his mind at least, that ending Luke’s winning streak will make him a strong candidate for at least consideration as a contender.”

 

“A valid point, but the steps Munich are taking are unnecessary. Just pin him, Munich.”

 

Luke is on his feet, barely listening to Sexton’s questions about his condition. Instead, Luke stumbles aimlessly, turning in a circle to find Munich’s boot going into his gut. Luke doubles over and has his head placed between Munich’s thighs. Munich bends to wrap his arms around Luke’s midsection. He tries pulling Luke up, but any remaining strength in Luke moves to his lower half.

 

“Munich looked to be going for the C-4 Crunch,” Mak says.

 

“Luke’s not letting him. Brash decision. I would’ve taken it and the loss, especially with that arm.”

 

“Look at this, King! Luke’s lifting Munich up… and Munich is dropped onto his back!”

 

“But look at Luke afterwards. He’s in terrible pain, and Munich is on his way back up anyway.”

 

Munich gets to his feet and looks pestered after the inconvenience. He turns Luke around, but gets kicked in the stomach. Luke turns quickly and puts his right hand around Munich’s neck. But before Luke can drop and connect with Thunderstruck, Munich shoves him from behind. Luke runs into the ropes and runs back. Munich extends an arm, but it’s ducked. He turns around and Luke propels off the opposite ropes. Luke’s right shoulder collides with Munich’s ribs. The spear takes Munich off his feet and knocks the air out of him. Luke lays atop him and applies a sloppy pin.

 

“One!” Mak screams. “TWO! TH—Munich gets out! I’m surprised Luke is giving any offensive here.”

 

“It still hurt him. Luke isn’t using that arm, and that spear was with the opposite shoulder, but the pain is shooting through his entire body no matter what he does or how he moves.”

 

Luke rolls off Munich and begins getting to his feet the same way as before. Munich gets to the ropes and uses them for assistance. Both men are on their feet and turn to meet each other at the same time. Munich takes the initiative. He rushes at Luke and lifts his leg. Luke sidesteps the yakuza kick and rushes to the ropes. With Munich’s back still to him and his legs somewhat off-balance after the missed kick, Luke’s chop block to the knee takes Munich down.

 

“Munich looked caught off guard by that,” Mak says. “But now I’m just curious to see what Luke can muster.”

 

“He’s found something. And to be honest with you, stomping the life out of Munich is one of the smartest things Breslin can do right now.”

 

“It’s allowing Luke’s upper body to deal with the pain, maybe. It’s also keeping Munich grounded.”

 

Luke bounds off the ropes and gets some off, his knee crashing down into Munich’s midsection. The crowd’s cheers urge him to continue with a newfound resolve. A fistful of hair is all Luke needs to get Munich to his feet. Luke’s good arm whips Munich into a corner. After a few moments of calming his nerves, Luke rushes into the corner and leaps, his legs sliding between the middle and top rope while his right arm delivers a stiff clothesline across Munich’s chest.

 

“Again, another smart move that doesn’t use Luke’s left arm,” King says. “But he’s hurting still.”

 

“I can’t imagine Luke being able to do much more.”

 

Luke pulls himself out from between the ropes. Munich is somewhat slouched. Sexton’s urges for Luke to back out of the match go in one ear and out the other. Instead, Luke takes a couple of steps back and then lunges forward, his left foot nimbly finding the middle rope. A vicious right knee connects with Munich’s temple, and he enters a complete daze while he slides all the way down until he sits on the canvas in the corner.

 

“Now that was an effective move at this point in the match,” Mak says.

 

“Luke has done a smart thing by bringing Munich into this corner. He knows he can’t lift the 265-pounder, and he knows he can’t square off with him in the middle of the ring.”

 

“So isolate him to a corner, and try and break him down with your good limbs.”

 

Luke moves to the opposite corner and takes a few more seconds to get a few heavy breaths in and out of his system to relax himself. He runs across the ring and dives, both feet driving into Munich’s chest. Luke finishes the dropkick by making sure to land on his right side, but the drop still jars his body enough to affect his bad arm.

 

“And why not use two good limbs at the same time while he’s at it!?” Mak exclaims.

 

“He better try and capitalize now. Rolling around in pain won’t get you a win.”

 

“He’s getting there. He’s to his feet and pulling Munich out of the corner. This is a slow process with just one arm…”

 

“Well he’s got him far enough out. Here’s the pin.”

 

The crowd chants along with Sexton’s slaps. “ONE! TWO! THREE!”—Munich manages to lift a shoulder just in time. Waves of boos converge in the middle of the ring, and Luke is encouraged further by the crowd. Another fistful of hair gets Munich crawling to his feet. Luke whips him into the ropes and lifts his right arm when Munich is close to returning. Munich ducks out, and Luke turns around just in time to see the roaring elbow going into his face.

 

“Luke hits the mat hard!” Mak says. “His offensive just came to a screeching halt.”

 

“But he’s getting up. More power to him.”

 

“Munich’s cutting him off halfway though. He’s turning him around and… German suplex!”

 

“Holy hell, I think Luke landed mostly on that shoulder.”

 

“All the effort he just put forth to avoid that elbow, and here we go again, with Munich isolating it.”

 

“Intelligently.”

 

“Yes, it’s smart. But Luke is in a world of hurt.”

 

Munich stands after tossing Luke and walks over to him. He lays atop Luke and waits for Sexton to drop for the three count. ONE! TWO! THREE! Munich is shocked as Luke’s right shoulder escapes just a split second before Sexton ends the match. Luke is left on the canvas as Munich stands to confront Sexton. He begins bickering at Sexton and pointing backwards at Luke, who is getting up slowly. Luke crawls on his knees until he is right behind the flustered Munich. A quick rollup gives Luke a chance at the win.

 

“ONE!” Mak says. “TWO! TH—Nope.”

 

“Didn’t look like Luke had enough momentum or weight on top of Munich. But a good attempt still.”

 

“Munich is getting to his feet, and he collides with Luke.”

 

Munich’s right hand is traded with Luke’s, and they punch back and forth a few times before Luke ducks down a bit and comes back up with a thunderous European uppercut that sends Munich stumbling backwards. Luke winds up and sends a knife edge chop into Munich’s chest. Against the ropes now, Munich is whipped across the ring. Luke bounces off the ropes Munich was just against and meets him in the middle of the ring, hopping off the ground and raising his knee to connect with Munich’s chest and graze his chin.

 

“Some nice impact, but it’s not keeping Munich grounded for long,” King says.

 

“Have you been complimenting Luke in this match?”

 

“Only because he’s handicapped, and I don’t like messing with them.”

 

Luke meets Munich, and they trade a few more punches in the middle of the ring. This time, Munich gets a stronger punch in that turns Luke halfway around. Munich sends a fist into Luke’s ribs and then pulls him in, wrapping his arms around Luke’s body. Before Munich can execute the belly to back suplex, Luke sends his head into Munich’s. A second headbutt forces Munich to release his hold. He steps backwards and Luke turns around, catching Munich’s neck while dropping down and slamming his face into the right shoulder. Munich bounces backwards after Luke’s Thunderstruck.

 

“Thunderstruck!” Mak yells. “Luke gets out of that suplex and hits it out of nowhere!”

 

“He’s on top of Munich quickly this time, and down goes Sexton.”

 

“ONE! TWO! THREE! YES!”

 

“Luke actually won this match!?”

 

“Somehow, yes. Munich looked caught off-guard by that Thunderstruck. He’s already almost on his feet while Sexton is lifting Luke’s right arm into the arm.”

 

“And your winner is…” Funyon starts. “LUUUUUUUKE BREEEESSSSLLIIIIIN!”

 

“Luke’s onto the apron and down the steps, heading to the back,” Mak says. “But this crowd is going nuts for his victory.”

 

“That was an impressive win. And, yes, the kid gets his title shot. But he’s got an arm that is only as busted up as God knows.”

 

“Either way, Luke Breslin gets another win here in SWF.”

 

Luke turns at the top of the ramp and lifts his right hand in the air. He’s sweaty and almost emotionless, his face showing little more than pain. He turns and exits the stage as the crowd continues cheering.

 

“An impressive win by Luke, and a great show of appreciation to his fans. We’ll be right back, ladies and gentleman.”

 

 

Edited August 3, 2008 by Toxxic

[Toxxic 0]

The video starts up and…

 

‘Hotel California’ starts up from the Gypsy Kings, no not from the original singers, I said, the Gypsy Kings. Here comes the yellow mask doctor nut storming down the ramp as the crowd gives out a decent pop. The good doctor slides in the ring and pumps his fist up and waits for his opponent.

 

“Welcome back, and as you can see we’re ready for our next match that almost didn’t happen.” Mak said, about to disclose the information coming from the gossip queen in Puerto Rico.

 

“The following match is schedule for one fall, introducing first in the ring, weighing in at 243 pounds, from Caracas, Venezuela… Dr. Pirata.”

 

[The lights goes dim, it’s silent for a few seconds when through the loud speaker you hear “I’m SO HOOOOOOOOOOOOD” by DJ Khaled. Then the music stops, it’s quiet again and the arena is still dim, once again the loud speak vibrates the song “Come Home with me” by Cam’ron and the Dipset. There are no pyros, there are no explosions, and the TitonTron only shows the letters S.I.N. as SIN walks out.

 

“There’s a Ms. Rodriguez, the queen of gossip in P.R. that told me that Landon had to do unquestionable and unmorally things to get SIN out of the dilemma here was in. That’s all I have to say about that.”

 

King looks at Mak with disappointment as he wants to here the juicy gossip. The King waits, and waits, but nothing else comes out of Mak’s mouth. Finally King starts shaking his head and says, “You suck.”

 

“And his opponent, weighing in at 265 pounds from the Bronx in New York City, S.I.N…”

 

 

SIN starts power walking from a mixture of Boos and cheers, SIN is from the Caribbean therefore he’s not that hated, SIN slides in the ring and walks towards the good doctor and starts talking crap. The referee gets in between them as the doctor does not back down.

 

“I can imagine that SIN is looking at the doctor as if he was Va’aiga and Dace, and if that’s the case, I feel sorry for the stupid…err, I mean the good doctor.” King noticed and mentioned as he takes a good look at the veins popping out from SIN’s neck.

 

The bell rings and SIN does not waist any time and runs towards the doctor and begins to wail on him with right hands catching the doctor off guard. As he stumbles back towards the corner and covers up, the right hands from SIN is coming out with aggression as the referee starts counting the disqualification 5 count.

 

ONE…

 

SIN does not pay any mind to the authority figure as the right hand comes with the left hands as well.

 

TWO… Screams the ref as the doctor slums to the second turnbuckle, covering himself as best as possible.

 

THREE…

 

The fists are now added with kicks as the ref screams “FOUR…”

 

Before the ref reaches ‘five’ he physically removes SIN from the corner avoiding any more onslaught from the Bronx Bomber to America’s favorite doctor. When SIN pushed the referee away to continue his attack, the doctor took the opportunity and hits SIN with a stunning right hand that really didn’t hurt the sinful one, but it shock the shit out of him.

 

“Redemption is grand.” Mak said.

 

“What? Payback is a bitch…that’s more like it.”

 

Another right hand rocks SIN back as the referee really isn’t doing anything to stop the Pirate’s attack of right hands. The doctor grabs the sin maker and whips him towards the ropes, SIN bounces off from them and sees the Pirate prematurely bend over for a back body drop, SIN stops right before contact and slams a forearm right on the middle of the Doc’s back, the pirate shot up in pain holding his back. SIN tries to take advantage, does a 360 and tries to deliver and massive clothesline, but the pirate ducks that and does a 360 off his own and connects the big clothesline that drops SIN right on his back.

 

“And down goes SIN…great clothesline, imagine if that was the LLLLAAARRRIIIIOOOOTTTT? Sin wouldn’t be getting up right now, hell; he’ll be having a difficult time finding his own head.”

 

“You are one corny guy, do you know that?” King asked.

 

“You’re mama.”

 

The Pirate kicks SIN in the ribs for good measure before helping SIN get to his feet, he pushes SIN back towards the ropes and then whips him across the ring causing SIN to bounce off the ropes, before he can realize it, there’s an elbow to the side of SIN face knocking him down with a beautifully place back elbow. Dr. Pirata then drops an elbow right across the neck of SIN and stays down for the cover.

 

ONE

 

T –

 

SIN kicks out fairly easily.

 

“A quick pinfall by Pirata almost caught everybody by surprise including SIN but it was just a close call.”

 

“Does blindness goes with physically unable and stupidity? For the simple fact is that it was not a near call it was a one count about to be a two and SIN is still fresh.”

 

“The fact of the matter is that SIN is wasting energy kicking out, hence making it easier for Pirata to get the count in later on and get the win.” Mak said, holding on to his argument.

 

“The fact of the matter IS that SIN has so much aggression inside him that he’s going to take it out on the doctor, so I advise everybody, in-fact, we’ve been generally warned, that the violence he’s going to give him will be bloody, painful, and at the end…the doctor will probably need a doctor for surgery.” King said with a smile.

 

“The fact of the matter IS…”

 

“SHUT UP MAAAN!” A few men behind them said as they’re trying to enjoy their high and match.

 

Pirata picks SIN up and is about to do something else, we just don’t know what since SIN cowardly turns and rushes towards the ropes and grabs for dear life. Pirata now is holding SIN by the waist as if he wants to attempt a German suplex but SIN does not let go. The referee goes towards SIN’s side and starts counting as if that’s going to make a difference. Pirata is still trying to yank SIN off the ropes and now the referee is trying to do the same thing as he grabs the arm of SIN. This gives SIN the chance to…

 

“Ohhhh, Mule kick by the sin master, and the doctor goes down.” King said, grimacing as if he was in pain.”

 

SIN looks at the referee and smiles as he lets go of the ropes, he turns around and sees Pirata on one knee, the ref looks at SIN as if to say ‘what did you do?’ but SIN just shrugs his shoulder stating ‘I don’t know what happen.’ SIN grabs Pirata up and lifts him up and places the doctor up across his shoulder in a fisherman’s carry position. SIN then throw Pirata’s legs out in front of him causing it to spin them out while SIN switches the position of his arm into a front facelock and drives Pirata’s head into the mat, completing what he calls ‘Greed’.

 

“That’s just a lovely move if I say so myself.” King said.

 

SIN quickly turns the doctor over and goes for the pin. The referee gets down and starts pounding the mat.

 

ONE…

 

“This cannot be over this quick, I mean, I know SIN pissed off but Pirata is no bum.” Mak said hoping that this isn’t the end of this match.

 

TWO…

 

Dr. Pirata kicks out; the referee puts up the number two in the air showing the crowd that the match will continue. SIN does not show his frustration but he stays down as if he’s about to do some push ups. He watches Pirata closely, stalking him, stalking his prey. Pirata is on one knee now, shaking off his cobwebs.

 

“Well, that looks oddly familiar as if someone else has done it.” King said as he looks towards the camera and winks.

 

“I agree with you King, but I think SIN does it a tad better.” Also looking at the camera Mak remarked.

 

SIN is now in a crouching position, Pirata is now doubled over, SIN mercifully trots to Pirata, turns, and reaches back to apply a ¾ headlock…

 

“He’s trying to finish him off with the deadly sins.”

 

Pirata pushes SIN off counting it.

 

“It’s just too early.” Mak said.

 

SIN bounces off the ropes and sees Pirata raising his arm up as if he’s attempting a clothesline. SIN counters it by kicking Pirata right on his right arm/shoulder/bicep. Pirata grabs his arm in pain and that’s when SIN takes full advantage of the Pirate’s arm. SIN grabs Pirata by his hair and tights and throws him in-between the turnbuckle, on the corner, hitting his shoulder right on the pole. SIN quickly, not wasting any time slides out of the ring and goes towards the corner on the outside. He reaches inside the ring, grabs the arm of Pirata that’s still around the pole, pulls it to the side and swings the arm with full force across the pole.

 

The screams of Pirata is something that’s unusual since he takes pain very well, but the belligerence that SIN is showing is something abnormal. SIN grabs the arm again and one more time does the same thing, slamming the arm to the pole.

 

“Is he trying to break Pirata’s arm? If that’s the case he’s doing a good job of it.” King said.

 

“I haven’t heard this guy scream like that in a long time, but I can honestly say that it’s still early in the match.”

 

“If that’s the case, then both his arms might be broken before this match is over.”

 

After slamming the arm around the pole for about three times, SIN slides in and helps Pirata up to his feet. He’s bad mouthing Pirata as he slaps him up just to embarrass him. SIN grabs the right arm of Pirata, the arm that he’s working on, puts it behind Pirata’s back as if to put in a hammer lock, SIN scoops him up and with his arm still behind his back he gets slammed on the mat, arm hitting first.

 

SIN does not waste any time, he grabs the arm that he’s abusing and drags it towards the ropes. He lays the right arm on the bottom rope so it’s somewhat elevated, before Pirata can react both mentally and physically, SIN stomp the arm down hoping to hyper extending it. There’s has yet to be a scream coming from the doctor’s mouth as SIN drags him a few feet away from the ropes and makes the cover.

 

ONE

 

TW…

 

Pirata lifts his left shoulder up and it’s obvious that the doctor is favoring his right arm.

 

“He’s favoring his right arm, the question is how much?” Mak asked, more of a rhetorical question than anything.

 

King just looks at the camera and shrugs.

 

SIN does not waste anytime complaining, he gets to his feet and helps Pirata up as well. SIN grabs the good doc by his arm and attempts to whip him towards the ropes…but SIN did not let go, instead he yanks the arm of Pirata down to the mat.

 

“Jeez, that was uncalled for.”

 

King smiles and says, “No it wasn’t.”

 

SIN now begins to walk around Dr. Pirata, not stalking but it seems that he’s actually thinking about what to do next and that’s when SIN sat down right next to the prone doctor Pirata. SIN legs started to stretch out and began to scissors the right arm of the pirate doctor.

 

“Does he know what he’s doing? He looks lost.” Mak said

 

“He knows what he’s doing, he just don’t know what he’s doing…”

 

“That just makes no sense.”

 

SIN then grabs hold of the wrist of the arm and begins pulling it upwards, causing hyperextension of the shoulder and making the doctor scream like a little bitch. The referee is right on top of things as he slides towards the face of Pirata and begins to question his toughness.

 

“DO YOU WANT TO QUIT!” Asks the referee loud enough that the announce table hears it.

 

“ASK HIM!” Demands SIN.

 

Pirata shakes his head no, still showing pain from his facial expression, Pirata is adamant about not quitting. After about 15 seconds in shaking head and screaming demands, SIN realize that this doctor is not only touch, but stupid as well.

 

“The doctor is showing some good will power there for the simple fact is that when SIN applied that hold he didn’t do it correctly that would applied more pressure on that arm, therefore, The Pirate was able to withstand the pain he was receiving.” King stated, trying to sound technically sound with wrestling.

 

“First of all SIN applied that hold very well, second of all, can’t you just admit that Pirata can withstand pain better than a lot of people here in this federation?”

 

King stares at Mak for about 5 seconding before responding by saying, “No.”

 

After releasing the hold SIN attempted to steal a win by quickly going for the cover…

 

ONE…

 

TWO…

 

The doctor rolls his left shoulder up to break the count… SIN haven’t shown his frustration as of yet as he calmly helps Pirata to his feet, grabs the arm that he’s been working on, twisted it and goes behind Pirata with the arm curved towards his back for a simple hammerlock. Simple but yet painful and Pirata is trying to find ways to get out of this predicament as he bends down and goes between his legs to try and trip SIN, but that was a waste of time, he tries to grab SIN’s hair but…SIN has no hair, then he did what mostly everybody does and that is connect with a back elbow to the jaw of SIN. The first hit stunned SIN, the second one hurt him and causes SIN to let go of the lock. SIN starts shaking his head and that gives Pirata enough time to turn and hit SIN right in the face with a super sidekick that knocks SIN down. Pirata collapses from the pain as well.

 

The crowd is now getting into this match and they started applauding Pirata’s depress counter.

 

“Can he mount an offense from that? He’s taking a lot of punishment but since you said that he take that, we shall see he can overcome the pain.” King said as he snarls at Mak.

 

“Keeping underestimating John…I mean, the good doctor, you’ll see.”

 

SIN and Pirata started helping themselves up before the referee tried the 10 count. It’s noticeable that Pirata is in pain as he continues to favor his right arm. SIN throws a looping right hand but that was blocked by Pirata’s left hand, then in one swift motion the pirate shifts his position and throws a left hand that staggers SIN from shocked, another left hand and another.

 

“He’s going for it…” Mak said elatedly.

 

King made a face of confusion and asks, “He’s going for what?”

 

Pirata is feeling it now as he started using his right hand to swing and SIN continues to stagger back towards the ropes. Pirata grab SIN’s arm and whips him across the ring, SIN bounces off the ropes only to get knocked down by a running Yakuza kick.

 

Dr. Pirata is showing emotion right now as he screams and the crowd is approving his by standing up and putting their hands together in appreciation.

 

The good doctor commence in helping SIN to his feet but SIN countered by grabbing the tights and pulling him between the ropes and hitting the floor on the outside. SIN gets to his feet and gives a big smile after he exhaled and looked outside. Evidently Pirata re-hurt his arm as he clutching it again. SIN goes between the ropes and hops down to the floor. Pirata is on all fours holding his right hand and that’s when SIN saw his ribcage exposed and gives Dr. Pirata a good soccer kick to the side.

 

“I think after that kick he’s going to go on himself.” King said laughing.

 

SIN helps Pirata to his feet; he grabs him by the arm and started the motion of whipping him towards the steel steps in the corner.

 

“REVERSE IT” Screams Mak.

 

There was no strength for the reversal as Pirata crashes shoulder first to the steel steps. The referee has been counting already as he’s up to the number 4, but the way SIN is acting he seems not to care. SIN started walking towards the fallen Pirata with cockiness in his step, he helps him up and grabs the right arm again and wrenches it before slamming the arm to the corner of the mat/apron.

 

“SIX” screams the referee, SIN looks up and gives the ref the middle finger as he throws Pirata into the ring stopping the count. SIN gets up and sees Pirata still down in pain, coolly SIN walks to him and begins to stop on the right arm causing the referee to intervene.

 

“This is getting to be a bit brutal.” Mak said.

 

“This is the SWF, Brutal is our calling name.” King said with a smile as he looks at the camera.

 

SIN nudge s the referee out of the way causing him to get warned by the ref, SIN pays him no mind as he lifts Pirata to his feet. SIN grabs him by the arm again and whips him towards the ropes; he bounces off and sees SIN bending over prematurely attempting a back body drop. The only thing SIN received was a stiff kick to the chest/face area straightening the Bronx bomber up. The Pirate attempts a left-handed clothesline, but that was ducked… Pirata turns quickly as the action is getting fast paced and sees SIN trying to attempt a clothesline of his own but that too was ducked. When SIN turns around and makes a charge to Pirata, that’s when the good ducked bend down a little and was able to muster all of this strength and lift SIN up on his shoulder onto a fireman’s carry position.

 

“Is he going to go for the ‘Oyasumi Nasai’ with one arm?”

 

“I hope his arm break, and then he’ll be fine because he’s a doctor and he can perform the surgery by himself with his left arm.” King said first with a snarl then with a smile.

 

Pirata does not get much lift as he pushes SIN up with his bad arm and SIN’s face comes driving down towards the lifted knee of Pirata connecting his finisher. SIN looks as if he’s knocked out, but Pirata is not taking advantage of his move, well, he is on the mat clutching the arm in pain. The only movement Pirata does is rubbing his shoulder while on the mat. Since no one is getting to their feet, the referee has no choice but to start the mandatory 10 count and that’s when things get a little more interesting and the crowd senses it.

 

ONE

 

TWO

 

THREE

 

FOUR

 

“This can’t end like this…” Mak said.

 

“It won’t, at the end SIN will come out on top.”

 

SIX

 

SEVEN

 

Pirata crawls his way towards the fallen foe and drapes his right arm across the chest of SIN. The referee sees this and dives towards the shoulders of SIN and begins to pound the mat.

 

ONE

 

TWO

 

TH ---

 

“He was playing possum.” King said elated.

 

SIN grabs the right arm of Pirata and twisted towards the side. You can see the panic in Pirata’s face as SIN is getting to his feet and Pirata is being forced to do the same. Then something quick happened. Something that no one saw coming. Holding Pirata’s right arm with his left arm, SIN yanks him towards himself, SIN turns around, applies the ¾ face lock.

 

“HE HIT IT…SEVEN DEADLY SINS!!!” King screams out.

 

SIN drops Pirata with the 7 deadly sins…but SIN committed one mistake and that is he did not cover Pirata right then and there, instead he walks around with his chin high and pointing at Pirata. After about 10 seconds of gloating SIN finally gets down for the cover.

 

ONE

 

TWO

 

THREE….N O!

 

Pirata manages to roll his left shoulder up once again. The crowd is getting louder now and SIN’s face is priceless. SIN does not accept the call as he gets up and gets in the face of the referee. They are yapping for about 4 seconds before SIN waves him off as if he’s a no one of importance.

 

“I’m still at shock by the development of what’s going on. We’ve just witness the rarest of cases when someone kicks out of the seven deadly sins. This is a sad day for wrestling history and there should be a moment of silence for this sad turn of events.” King said as he bows his head in silence.

 

“Oh shut up…he shouldn’t have been gloating like a fool.”

 

King looks into the ring and says, “Now your pirate mate is going to scream like a bitch.”

 

In the ring, SIN puts the doctor Pirata into a seated position. SIN goes behind him and grabs the right arm/elbow of Pirata and pulls it up and backward towards himself. SIN then bends the wrist and forces the open palm of Pirata hand into the SIN’s chest, putting pressure on the wrist/arm.

 

The screams are agonizing, the pain is unbearable and there’s nothing Pirata could do. The referee continues to ask him if wants to quit but the pirate frantically shakes his head no as white crap begins to evolve in the corner of his mouth. If Pirata did not have a mask he would be turning like a tomato at this moment. The pirate wants to move but the pain is immobilizing him. Dr. Pirata started yanking on his mask wanting to take it off, do something to stop the pain that he took all through this match, but there is nothing.

 

“He’s going to break his freakin arm if he doesn’t tap out right now.”

 

SIN shows no sign of letting go, in fact, surprise that the doctor hasn’t tapped out yet, he puts more weight on the wrist…

 

“DO YOU WANT TO QUIT.”

 

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO” screams out Pirata.

 

Pirata is kicking wildly but he cannot move. This has gone now for 45 seconds and the crowd is getting up and begins to clap, urging Pirata to somehow get out of this dilemma.

 

“Just quit and fight another day, you’re going to ruin your career.” Mak said to no one.

 

Nothing seems to work as Pirata pounds the mat signaling that he quits. The referee signals for the bell and forces SIN to release the hold.

 

DING

DING

DING

 

Once the hold was release Pirata quickly rolled out of the ring and walks towards the back clutching his arm. He really doesn’t want to touch it but it feels as if it’s about to fall off.

 

“THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH VIA SUBMISSION.” Screams out Funyon.

SSSSIIIIIIIIIINNNNNN!

 

There was a chorus of boos and some cheers coming from the crowd as SIN makes his way towards the back.

 

“This was defiantly a strong showing from SIN as I’m pretty sure he’s going to keep an eye on Va’aiga and Dace.”

 

“Ladies and Gentlemen, we’re be right back, well, you really don’t have to move since this is DVD and it goes straight to the next segment, but we as live people doing this show right now we will take a break, not saying that you don’t have to take a break you, well, if you want to take a break all you have to is pause the DVD player, but you…” Mak was interrupted by King as King says, “Just shut up.”

 

End.

[Toxxic 0]

The cameras pan across the National Indoor Arena, showing the Jamaican fans cheering and having a good time. Fade in to Funyon, standing in the ring, ready to introduce the next match.

 

 

 

"Ladies and Gentlemen," he says, "the following contest is a Hardcore battle, scheduled for one-fall!" Funyon pauses, waiting for the popping crowd to settle. "Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred and twenty three pounds, and hailing from Stone Creek, Ohio.... HAAARDCOOOORE JAMMERRRRR!!"

 

 

 

Let it Out fills the arena as Hardcore Jammer steps out onto the ramp. He holds his hands high, making an X, then brings it down in a crotch chop motion. The crowd boos his appearance, but Jammer doesn't seem fazed by the jeers and taunts. He walks... swaggers even... down the ramp, heading to the ring.

 

He makes it halfway down the ramp before he is jumped from behind!!

 

 

Referee Brian Warner calls for the bell.

 

 

DING!

 

 

While Taiga and Jammer brawl on the ramp, Funyon hastily continues with the introductions, from the relative safety of the timekeeper's table. "Introducing his opponent, Taiga Star!"

 

 

 

Jammer doesn't get a chance to take his shirt off before engaging in combat with the angry bitch of a Taiga. She pulls him by the hair and slams his head into the side of the ring. Then, by pulling on his arm, she sends him flying into the barricade. The area in which he lands is buckled and slightly dented. She pulls him up, walks him to the other side, and whips him into the barricade over there!

 

This brings the competitors close to the time keeper's table. Funyon and the time keeper scurry out of the way as Jammer's head is bounced off their table. Taiga picks up the ring bell and slams it over Jammer's head several times, the bell sounds clear yet muffled.

 

 

DING!

DING!

DING!

DING!

 

 

Jammer collapses to the floor. Taiga holds up the bell to the pop of the crowd. She places it back on the table neatly, albeit stained with blood. Jammer's blood, which we see pouring out of his head as he lays on the floor in a daze.

 

 

 

Mak Francis watches the action with some concern. "They're getting pretty close to us, King. I think we should move..."

 

Suicide King scoffs. "What are you complaining about? We have the best seat in the house, watching the beating of a DVS Superstar. And that applies to both of them."

 

 

 

Taiga pulls Jammer up from the floor and slams his head into the commentary table, making King jump out of his seat and out of the way. Again, Jammer's head is slammed into the table. Taiga pulls him, like she is about to whip him into the side of the ring, but she reverses and whip him into the commentary table! The table moves, scraping over the arena floor. Mak rolls backward to avoid being pinned between the table and the barricade behind him.

 

 

Spying Mak rolling himself about gives her an idea. She goes over to him. Mak's eyes are full of fright seeing the angry woman coming over. But her intent is not to hurt him, as he realizes when she tells him to hold on tight. She steps behind the chair and pushes it toward the crumpled form on the floor. She gets a running start...

 

...And plows the chair right into Jammer! She doesn't quite make the chair roll completely over him, but the damage is done, running over his hand, pulling out some hair, and bruising the ribs on that side.

 

Taiga asks Mak if he is okay, and he assures her that he is, despite being shaky. He rolls himself out of harms way.

 

Pinking Jammer up by the hair, Taiga drags him over the other side of the ring. This is where she picks him up and drops him onto the mats with a BRAINBUSTAH~!!

 

Then Taiga begins rummaging under the ring. She finds some chairs, throwing two into the ring. Next she pulls out a table! She sets up the table on the outside perpendicular to the ring, forming sort of a T.

 

 

 

"Taiga has had the upper hand for the entire match, ever since jumping Jammer on the ramp." Mak points out.

 

 

 

 

Pulling Jammer up, she rolls him into the ring. Climbing in after him, she grabs one of the chairs and sets it up. She raises her hands, playing into the crowd. They cheer for the amount of violence displayed thus far. Taiga pulls Jammer up, grabs his arm, and slingshots him into the ropes...

 

...With one desperate burst of energy, Jammer reverses, sending Taiga into the ropes instead. On the rebound, Taiga is caught by a drop toe hold... sending her face-first into the chair!!!!

 

 

 

"That's the first offense Hardcore Jammer has gotten in this match!" King exclaims.

 

"Let's see if he can capitalize on it. He has taken quite a beating the last couple minutes, he might have to take the time to recover a bit."

 

 

 

Indeed, Mak was right, and Jammer does need the time to recover a bit. Both wrestlers lay on the mat. Taiga is the first to stir, fresh blood trickles down her face and onto her chest, getting soaked up by her shirt. Using the chair for leverage, she gets herself standing. She folds the chair and waits for Jammer to rise.

 

Jammer is about to stand up when he sees Taiga swinging a chair at him. He ducks and moves out of the way. Before Taiga has a chance to get another shot in, Jammer kicks her in the stomach, making her double over and drop the chair. Jammer takes advantage of the free chair and blasts it into Taiga's head!!

 

Taiga stumbles about, grabbing her head, but not going down. Jammer slams the chair into her cranium again! Backward she stumbles, almost going to the ground but saving herself at the last moment. While she is bent over, she spies the other chair. Jammer swings the chair square in her back. She falls to the mat, within arm's reach of the chair. She grabs it, and using it as a shield, blocks herself from another chairshot from Jammer.

 

The sounds of metal clashing against metal fill the arena. After a few strikes, Jammer tosses the chair aside and just stomps on the chair that is shielding her. Taiga grabs his foot though, before it has a chance to connect, and he falls to the mat. At once Taiga is on him. Jammer attempts to block the flurry of lefts and rights with his arms, meeting with moderate success.

 

 

She stands and quickly sets up the chairs, seat to seat. Jammer is up and when she turns around, he lands in a few punches of his own, a Stylin' Combo, shuffling as he swings. This seems to anger Taiga almost as much as it hurt her. She kicks him in the gut several times, then picks him up for a powerbomb. She gets him up... and Jammer begins to attack her head.

 

The wrestlers fight for position, Taiga attempting to powerbomb him, and Jammer struggling to get the headscissors takedown. He manages to swing into it, but Taiga holds his legs in place, Jammer sits back up and again they struggle to get a move off. Jammer gets the upper hand by raking the eyes!

 

 

 

"Now that's just uncalled for."

 

"This is a hardcore match you know, everything goes."

 

 

 

Jammer swings and gets in the headscissors, sending Taiga flying, where she lands on the chairs!! The crowd pops!! Taiga twitches on the mat. Jammer covers her...

 

 

ONE!

 

TWO!!

 

 

...Taiga kicks out! Jammer tosses the chairs out of his way, and rolls out of the ring. He raises the apron and brings out... a table! He slides the table into the ring, himself into the ring, and situates the table leaning against the corner turnbuckle.

 

He returns to the crumpled form of his opponent and picks her up. He lays in a stiff chop WOOOOOO! Taiga seems to snap to life, returning the favour with an outright slap to Jammer's face OOOOOO! Jammer lays in another knife-edge chop WOOOOOOOO! Taiga backhands Jammer, more insulting than painful, telling Jammer to hit her harder.

 

 

"IS THAT ALL YOU GOT?"

 

 

"OOOOOOOOOOOO!" The crowd says in unison.

 

 

"And the little dog barks!" King quips.

 

 

Jammer chops her, again, again, and again; sending her back with every strike. She is backed into the ropes. Jammer grabs her arm and swings her across the ring. Taiga reverses though, sending Jammer into the ropes. She follows in with a lariat, practically sending him out of the ring. She then pulled him again, like she is swinging him into the ropes, but she stops Jammer short with a kick to the head!

 

Taiga picks Jammer up and tucks him head under her arm. Backing up to the table leaning into the corner, she measures him up to suplex him though it. Jammer drops to a knee, stopping her. She tries again, and again, Jammer counters. Jammer pulls her into a rollup!

 

 

ONE!

 

TWO!!

 

 

Taiga kicks out easily, and quickly they are both up. They engage in a collar and elbow tieup...

 

 

 

"In a hardcore match?" King asks.

 

"It's still wrestling, you know."

 

 

 

They struggle against each other, both trying to push the other into the table, neither one gets very far. Eventually Taiga manages to get him into the corner... the corner directly across from the table. With an almighty shout, Taiga sends Jammer flying across the ring, aaaaaaalmoooooost but not quite going into the table, stopping himself in time, swinging his arms around for balance.

 

He turns around to see Taiga running at him with a GORE~!

 

Which Jammer gets out of the way from, making Taiga send herself into the table, head-first, shattering it into splinters!!!

 

 

 

"SWF! SWF! SWF!" the crowd cheers.

 

 

 

 

"That move seemed to backfire on Taiga there. I don't think she'll be able to get up from this." King says.

 

 

 

Jammer pulls Taiga from the rubble by a leg, and hooks the legs.

 

 

ONE!

 

TWO!!

 

THR....EEENNNOOOOOO! No! Taiga kicks out!

 

 

 

"I can't believe she kicked out after that brutal table bump!" Mak says.

 

 

 

Jammer picks Taiga up and drops her with a double underhook DDT, floating over into the cover.

 

 

ONE!

 

TWO!!

 

TH... Taiga kicks out! Jammer seems frustrated, picks Taiga up again, and this time DDTs her onto a folded chair!! Jammer with a tight pin.

 

 

ONE!

 

TWO!!

 

THR.... NO!

 

 

Jammer pounds the mat, and looks around, thinking another plan of attack. He stands up and turns around, seeing the table set up on the outside. This gives Jammer an idea. He drags Taiga by the hair over to the ropes. He climbs outside, still holding Taiga up. He hooks her for a suplex, which would send her through the table on the outside. Taiga holds onto the ropes for her life. Jammer kicks her hands off the rope and attempts to suplex her again. He actually manages to get her in the air... sort of. She struggles out of it and lands some forearms on Jammer's jaw!

 

Jammer is rocked by the blows, and teeters back, holding onto the rope with one hand. He pulls himself back up and chops Taiga. Taiga grabs two handfuls of his hair and knocks him loopy with a headbutt! He barely holds on again.

 

Taiga steps through the ropes, and is now standing next to Jammer on the apron, precariously close to the table set up below. They trade blows (not like that, pervs), each trying to get the upper hand in the situation.

 

Jammer goes to kick Taiga... but she catches his leg... and shoves it away! This turns Jammer around, back to her front. She grabs him around the waist... hoists him up... suplexes him over... onto the table below!!!

 

 

 

"OOOOOOOO!!!" goes the crowd. "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"

 

 

 

This of course lands Taiga on through the table also, but Jammer takes most of the blow. Taiga barely manages to drape an arm over his body...

 

 

ONE!

 

TWO!!

 

...THREE!!!!

 

 

Referee Warner calls for the bell.

 

 

DING!!!

 

 

Funyon makes the announcement. "Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner of the match... TAAAAIGAAA STAAARRR!!!"

 

 

 

Medics and trainers run from the back to check on the competitors. Taiga is already stirring, crawling out of the rubble. Jammer meanwhile is still layed out. When Taiga gets to her feet, Referee Warner raises her hand, to the pop of the crowd.

 

 

 

"What an intense match!" Exclaims Mak. "Both these competitors showed great fortitude this evening in this brutal contest."

 

King turns to hos broadcast colleague. "I just hope they clean it up well. I don't want to see out legitimate wrestlers get hurt on all those wooden table shards."

 

 

 

[Toxxic 0]

"Ladies and gentlemen,' Funyon booms, "the following is your MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING!"

 

"YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

 

"King, I must admit that the SWF's tag team division has been going through something of a low patch of late," Mak Francis admits, "given that these belts haven't been defended since Landon Maddix's Non-Denominational Winter Funtime Extravaganza-"

 

"Never, ever name that show in my hearing again," King complains, shoving his hands over his ears.

 

"-but I think we could be seeing a change in the air," the Franchise continues, rolling his eyes at his broadcast partner's foibles. "We not only have VDN but TKO, Tracey Bruner and S.I.N., the Breslins. the GTA Fight Team, and hell," Mak shrugs, "maybe the DVS Team Canada, at least while their contracts are valid."

 

"It's just a shame we lost Michael Alexander," King nods, "Slaughterhouse / 5 were looking good."

 

"To be fair, we've lost MANSON as well," Mak adds.

 

"You've never lost MANSON, Mak. He just hasn't found you yet. But one day He will, and then you will be enlightened."

 

Any further ramblings from the Gambling Man are cut off as the lights in the arena drop down, the strobes kick up and the pulsing electro beats of 'Tribe' by Mad Capsule Markets start. 'T K O' flashes up on the Smarktron, interspersed with clips of the SWF's finest Japanese imports (that don't do Bemani) doing what they do best - namely, cheating and winning tag matches, not necessarily in that order. Moments later Chris Card and Natasha appear and start to walk down towards the ring, studiously ignoring the fans at ringside. Then the first guitar riff hits and TORU and KOJI appear silhouetted on the soundstage as the muffled Japanese chanting grows in volume, before-

 

*BOOOM!*

 

'TRIIIIIIIIIIBE! Why don't you strike, justify your mind!?'

 

-the pyro erupts and the chorus kicks in. TKO make their way down towards the squared circle, bad-mouthing the Jamaican fans as they go, with TORU taking a swig of Awamori from the bottle in his hand as he does so.

 

"Ah, TKO. What wonderful ambassadors for the SWF, and pro wrestling in general," Mak says, nearly drowning in sarcasm.

 

"I think you'll find the team of TORU and KOJI are still undefeated in tag team competition Francis, and that says more than any number of slapped hands or kissed babies," King argues. Meanwhile, TKO have handed their shades to Chris Card and Natasha has taken their coats, leaving them free to jump up to the apron and then over the rope into the ring. Whereupon, lacking an opponent as yet, they proceed to flip off the crowd.

 

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

 

The oriental duo look suitably unimpressed with their reception and continue to generally antagonise the fans in attendance... until new music kicks up over the PA system. The new music being the Juno Reactor remix of 'Guilty' by Gravity Kills.

 

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

 

The entrance ramp starts to fill with smoke as red and white lights flash... and then, through the smoke, two bulky shadows are seen. Moments later they resolve into the imposing forms of the SWF World Tag Team Champions, Va'aiga throwing a few phantom jabs to loosen up while Dace contents himself with stomping down to the ring and locking gazes with their opponents for the night.

 

"It's not often that TKO face down a team who have a size advantage, although I must admit they did very well against Bruner and S.I.N.," Mak says, "but tonight they're not facing an unproven team, they're facing a former World Champion - in more than one company, I might add - and Dace Night, a former ICTV champion, who have already won tag team gold together."

 

"Yeah, and then split up, and Va'aiga dropped Dace on his head with the Stinger," King reminds his colleague. "I don't care what you say, there can't be as much trust in that team as there was back in 2003 before Va'aiga went apeshit and got those tattoos on his face. Besides," the Gambling Man adds, "Va'aiga's old and slow now. And how long has it been since Dace actually wrestled?"

 

"So you'd be happy to face Va'aiga in a match?" Mak asks.

 

"Ow, ouch, my back," King exclaims.

 

"Thought not," The Franchise smirks.

 

Va'aiga shrugs off his entrance robe and the two men each climb a corner post, whereupon Dace throws the horns while Va'aiga throws the Shaka sign, to a very positive response.

 

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

 

Both men then enter the ring, while TKO watch them disdainfully from the other side of the squared circle. Referee Matthew Kivell takes the title belts from their owners and waits as Funyon steps up.

 

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag team event is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit, and is for the SWF World Tag Team Titles!" he bellows. "Introducing first, standing to my right, the challengers; accompanied to the ring by Chris Card Enterprises, they hail from Saitama Prefecture, Japan, and weighed in this morning at a combined weight of 483lbs; they are the TORU KOJI Organisation, TEEEEEEEE! KAYYYYYYY! OHHHHHHHHH!!"

 

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

 

TORU and KOJI both flip the bird at their opponents, which might not be wise, but is at least consistent. Va'aiga and Dace look on for now, but their expressions promise retribution.

 

"And their opponents, standing to my left," Funyon starts again, "from Birmingham, England and Rotorua, Aotearoa; they weighed in this morning at a combined weight of 610lbs, and are the reigning and defending SWF World Tag Team Champions... the team of Dace Night and Va'aiga Tuipolotu, the VIOLENCE! DISTRIBUTION! NET-WORRRRRRRRRRRRK!!"

 

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

 

The crowd roar their approval while Va'aiga throws the Shaka sign again and bellows 'we deliver!' at the top of his considerable lungs. Meanwhile Matthew Kivell has shown the belts to all four sides of the arena and hands them out to timekeeper David Blazenwing. Dace Night starts for the champions, while TORU faces up to him from the TKO corner.

 

*DING-DING-DING!*

 

Night and Takahara cautiously circle each other before lunging in for a lock-up; however, rather than play ball TORU elects to deliver a bitch slap to Dace's face.

 

This was not a good move.

 

*CRACK!*

 

Dace lashes out with an elbow that catches TORU high on the cheekbone and staggers the Japanese Hammer, but TORU is made of tough stuff and lunges back in with a knee to Dace's gut. The Brummie bends double and TORU looks to follow up with further strikes, but Dace brings his arms in to block the second and third, then on the fourth he grabs TORU's leg and hoists, lifting his opponent clean off the canvas before dumping him down onto his back. Dace jumps, looking for a kneedrop, but TORU rolls away and Dace gets nothing but canvas. Night moves to follow as TORU scrambles back to his feet but the big Saitaman delivers a cunning thumb to the eye that halts his opponent, then a sizzling roundhouse kick that staggers Dace sideways into the ropes. TORU decides to take this opportunity to change up the method of attack and lunges to tag KOJI in; the smaller man jumps to the top rope and leaps off with a missile dropkick, but Dace's vision has cleared and the Englishman calmly steps aside and swats Darkness K out of the air to land on the mat with a bump.

 

"TKO are not finding this as easy as they perhaps thought!" Mak chuckles as KOJI scrambles up, only to be put firmly back down again by an almighty knife-edge chop that takes him clean off his feet.

 

"It's been going twenty seconds," King scoffs, "we'll see who the eventual victors are."

 

KOJI gets back to his feet again, although this time he's more concerned with holding his smarting chest than paying attention to what his opponent is doing; an approach that is of limited use, especially when Dace Night decides to hoist him up and then bring him down with an inverted atomic drop, then run off the ropes and paste the pain-stricken smaller man with a Yakuza Kick.

 

"I hope KOJI has a good dentist," Mak mutters as Dace makes a cover and Kivell drops to count...

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

...but Darkness K kicks out! Which is good news for TKO but not such great news for Kitano, aas Dace Night stands up, drags his opponent to the VDN corner by one leg, and tags in Va'aiga.

 

"VA'AIGA! VA'AIGA! VA'AIGA!"

 

The Maori steps through the ropes and Dace drags KOJI up to his feet, tthen delivers a knee lift to the gut as Va'aiga runs to the ropes. The big man returns just as KOJI doubles over, and he snares Darkness K's head to take him down with a running DDT as Dace runs for the ropes in his turn. The man from Birmingham returns at speed and leaps into the air to come down with a knee drop on the abused KOJI's face... before both members of VDN flip off TORU as he stands on the apron.

 

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

 

Takahara is furious, but Va'aiga breaks off from his taunting to drop and make a cover, bringing Kivell down to make the count...

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

...but KOJI kicks out again! The Maori Badass doesn't seem put out by his opponent's resilience, ssimply laughing and bringing KOJI back to his feet again.

 

"KOJI's going to be completely out-matched in there unless he can start to use his speed," Mak comments, "Va'aiga's getting on for twice his size!"

 

The Maori Badass lines up on his battered opponent and flicks a left jab...

 

"ONE!"

 

...and another...

 

"TWO!"

 

...and KOJI falls over.

 

"...BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

 

The Maori looks disappointed that he didn't get to complete the Boo-Yah combo, but instead simply positions himself and falls forward into a headbutt drop-

 

*BANG!*

 

-that KOJI, who isn't quite as battered as he made out, rolls away from. The fact that Va'aiga has gone headfirst into the mat doesn't bother the stone-skulled Maori, but it allows KOJI some time to scramble away and tag in TORU, who hops straight over the top rope and charges at Va'aiga. The Japanese Hammer launches himself into the air and hits a high-impact flying shoulderblock, which sees him bounce off and land on his feet while Va'aiga staggers back. TORU follows up with three sharp kicks to the bigger man's legs, then slips behind him and reaches up to grab the Maori's head before dropping down with a neckbreaker.TORU scrambles on top for a cover...

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

...and Va'aiga kicks out almost straight away, throwing his opponent off!

 

"I think we can call that 'optmistic'," Mak snickers.

 

TORU gets back to his feet and charges at Va'aiga once more, but this time the big Maori is ready for him and brings him up and over with a spinning powerslam that drives him down to the mat and knocks the breath out of him! With TORU gasping for air in a manner reminiscent of a freshly-landed fish Va'aiga casually gets back up and strolls over to his corner where he tags Dace Night back in. The Brummie steps through the ropes and hauls TORU up to his feet, then bounces him off the ropes only to hoist him into an inverted atomic drop. TORU lands hard and can do nothing but wobble on the spot for a moment; Dace slaps his leg to call for another Yakuza kick and runs for the ropes himself, but he chooses the cables near where KOJI is standing which allows Darkness K to kick Night in the back. The blow more annoys Dace than anything else, but it kills his momentum and he swings around to launch an elbow smash at Kitano, who wisely drops off the apron. Dace starts to turn back around but the momentary distraction was enough; TORU explodes forward and delivers a lariat that sends Dace tumbling over the ropes and brings Matthew Kivell across to prevent Takahara from following him; TORU backs off, but the referee is drawn with him which means KOJI, Chris Card and Natasha are all free to start beating on Dace!

 

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

 

The crowd express their feelings as the Brummie takes a series of kicks from KOJI and Chris Card, the blows being no less sharp from the martially-trained manager than from the wrestler. Dace manages to push them away... but then Natasha sneaks up behind and low blows him!

 

"That's uncalled for!" Mak shouts.

 

"Yes, but effective," King retorts, "not to mention amusing."

 

Va'aiga has seen enough. The big man jumps down from the apron and hurries around the ring as fast as he can shift his bulk, only to come up short as Natasha faces him down. The Maori seems momentarily non-plussed, but then simply shoves the Gothic Bitch aside and starts towards Card and KOJI. Card steps back, hands raised appeasingly, clearly not wanting to cross the Maori Badass. KOJI stands his ground on the other hand...

 

...which is why Va'aiga's focus is on him, and not on TORU as the Japanese Hammer comes over the top rope with a tope con hilo that crushes the big man to the arena floor!

 

"HO-LY SHIT!"

 

"HO-LY SHIT!"

 

"HO-LY SHIT!"

 

"OK, I've got to admit it," Mak says grudgingly, "that was a great tactic by TKO. I don't agree with the beating on Dace, but Va'aiga was completely suckered in."

 

"I'm glad even you can recognise talent sometimes Mak," King says cheerfully.

 

Unfortunately for TKO, their tactic has in effect worsened the odds against them as now Kivell is watching them and they can't have Card and Natasha join in. To this end the challengers roll Dace back into the ring fairly hurriedly, then TORU follows him in while KOJI, Chris Card and Natasha all edge carefully around to the opposite side of the ring from the recovering Maori.

 

"I thought Chris Card had respect for Va'aiga?" Mak Francis says, "or was that just another pack of lies?"

 

"He does," King assures The Franchise, "you'll notice he did NOTHING to Va'aiga, nothing at all. He moved away instead of getting involved. Dace Night on the other hand," King continues, "I know full well that Card hates him."

 

Dace is now back in the ring with TORU stomping on him; nothing fancy from the big Saitaman, but the blows are starting to take effect, at least until Matthew Kivell demands he stop and let his opponent up. TORU accedes with bad grace but complains at the referee in broken English. Kivell is struggling to understand him and this distraction is all KOJI needs to run in and apply a blatant chokehold to the prostrate Brummie.

 

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

 

Va'aiga is now back on his feet on the outside, looks around and sees what's going on; the Maori roars in rage and starts to climb into the ring, but KOJI is easily quick enough to scuttle back to his corner before Kivell turns around, leaving the referee facing a furious Va'aiga. Kivell naturally assumes that the big man is coming to get revenge on TORU and bravely, some might say foolishly, places himself in front of the Maori and demands that he return to his corner. Va'aiga is naturally incensed and lunges at KOJI, who drops back to the outside out of his opponent's reach. Kivell gets more insistent with Va'aiga and amazingly TORU doesn't take advantage to attack Night again, allowing some of Va'aiga's rage to blow out and the big man to stomp off towards his corner, with much threatening of TKO in the process.

 

"That seems remarkably un-TKO," Mak comments, "to not take advantage and- oh wait, I get it. If Va'aiga stays in the ring and gets DQ'd by Kivell, they can't win the titles."

 

"They're just trying to ensure this match has a clean finish Mak," King smirks, "can't blame them for that."

 

TORU waits until Va'aiga has stepped out of the ring.

 

Then he flips him a two-gun salute.

 

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

 

The Japanese Hammer then hauls Dace back to his feet and goes to Irish whip him into the ropes; Night manages to reverse the momentum and ducks his head for a back bodydrop, but TORU drops to the mat and actually slides through Dace's legs, grabbing an arm on the way past and coming up behind the Englishman with his opponent pumphandled. Dace can't find a way out of the predicament before TORU slaps a half nelson under his other arm, then hoists him off the mat, turns him 90 degrees downwards and sits out to drop him on his head with the TORU Driver.

 

*BANG!*

 

TORU is back up to his feet straight away and moving; the big man heads for the turnbuckles and starts to climb, reaching the top quickly and then leaping off to drop a knee from a great height into Dace's face!

 

"TORU Hammer!" Mak shouts, "and I don't care who you are, that's got to hurt!"

 

TORU flips Dace off this time, then drops to make a cover...

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

...but Night kicks out, far too tough to be put away yet! TORU isn't deterred and brings Dace up, then Irish whips him into the TKO corner before asking Matthew Kivell to check if he has something in his eye. Kivell is suspicious but feels he has to take at least a cursory glance... which turns into a longer one as TORU holds him in place to make sure he looks, while behind him KOJI has wrapped the tag rope around Dace's neck and is almost hanging off the apron in his efforts to choke his opponent out!

 

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

 

Finally TORU can't continue the charade any longer and he releases his grip on Kivell to allow the referee to check on Dace Night - who is gasping for air, but with KOJI a respectable distance away (and miming wafting away a bad odour, incidentally). Unfortunately Kivell doesn't get to inspect for all that long, as a moment later TORU rushes in like a freight train and hammers a knee into Dace's gut! The breath explodes from the Englishman's lungs and he staggers forwards to be scooped up into a TORU bearhug; the bigger member of the challenging team turns and presents his back to KOJI, getting his partner to tag in, then takes a couple of steps away. KOJI leaps up and delivers a spinning roundhouse kick at head height that combines with a throwing spinebuster from TORU to make for a very bad landing for Dace Night! KOJI drops down and starts choking, which Kivell counts for...

 

...only for both men to dive aside as TORU climbs to the top rope and comes off with a moonsault onto Dace! The big man then rolls away, allowing KOJI to hop to the outside and then slingshot himself back in with a rolling guillotine legdrop before applying the cover!

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

...but Dace kicks out again!

 

"Excellent teamwork from TKO," King applauds, "they're the best team I've seen in many years."

 

"What about Wild & Dangerous?" Mak asks.

 

"I prefer my teams not to consist of one guy blatantly carrying his partner," King snorts.

 

"How many people have said that?" Mak asks in a tired tone, "I don't know why everyone thinks that Wildchild carried Johnny-"

 

"Wildchild? Who's talking about Wildchild?" King protests. "Johnny won the World Title when he was pissing people off! He should have ditched that face-painted spot-monkey and kept on the path to success!"

 

KOJI is annoyed by Dace's resilience, but Darkness K just applies a headscissors and leans back, trying to cut off the air to his opponent. Night grabs the smaller man's legs and tries to prise them apart, but it's a feat beyond his considerable strength as KOJI has his limbs locked tight. TORU skirts the ringpost and moves up the apron, shouting abuse at Dace in Japanese and spitting at him; Matthew Kivell gets up to remonstrate with the bigger man, allowing KOJI to dig his fingers into Dace's face and eyes. The Englishman's muffled shouts of pain attract Kivell's attention and he turns back round, then begins counting...

 

'One!'

 

'Two!'

 

'Three!'

 

'Four!'

 

"Fi-'

 

...and KOJI lets go at the last moment. He smiles benignly up at Kivell, then simply goes at it again.

 

'One!'

 

'Two!'

 

'Three!'

 

'Four!'

 

"Fi-'

 

KOJI finishes counting along with his other hand and releases his grip, spreading his arms as if to ask Kivell 'watcha gonna do?'. The referee is clearly furious but cannot do anything except be ready to count as soon as KOJI breaks the rules again, which he inevitably will. And sure enough, KOJI reaches down, still looking at Kivell and smiling smugly.

 

Which may explain why his fingers make such an easy target for Dace's teeth this time.

 

'Yaaaaarrrgggghhh!!'

 

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

 

'One!'

 

'Two!'

 

'Three!'

 

'Four!'

 

"Fi-'

 

Dace lets go, with Kivell trying not to laugh while he's performing the requisite count. KOJI grabs his hand and yelps in pain, then reaches out to tag TORU. The big man slaps his partner's damaged hand rather too hard, bringing another wince, but KOJI still has the headscissors applied which anchors Dace in place as TORU climbs to the top rope and comes off with an Air TORU Frog Splash!

 

*BANG!*

 

KOJI releases his grip and rolls away as TORU hooks Dace's leg and Kivell dives down to count...

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TH-

-but Dace kicks out yet again!

 

"I can't believe Dace Night is still in this!" Mak exclaims.

 

"TKO smell blood though," King replies seriously, "they're moving in for the kill now. If Dace can't get the Maori into the ring, their reign is going to end right here in their first defence."

 

TORU pulls Dace up and into a standing headscissors, then double-underhooks his opponent's arms...

 

"Tiger Driver!" Mak shouts.

 

...but Dace forces his way upwards, sending TORU over in a back bodydrop!

 

"DACE! DACE! DACE! DACE!"

 

The Brummie wearily throws the horns as he turns towards his corner, hoping to tag in the Maori; unfortunately that was the direction he threw TORU in and he has to make sure to give the Japanese Hammer a wide berth to ensure TORU can't grab at his leg. This distraction allows KOJI to run in from behind and simply take Night down to the mat with a facebuster, much to Kivell's anger and Va'aiga's frustration.

 

"Excellent teamwork," King says again, smiling.

 

Kivell is yelling at KOJI to get out of the ring but Darkness K has other ideas; he quickly applies a standing surfboard to Dace, then lifts his right foot and drives his opponent's face down into the mat with the Darkness Stomp! Moments later TORU comes out of left field with a kneedrop to the back of the head, and both members of TKO take a second to flip Va'aiga off before KOJI scuttles out of the ring and TORU rolls Dace over to make a cover...

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TH-

-a cover that is broken up by the boot of the Maori Badass! Va'aiga leaves the ring again with bad grace, although he clearly wanted to tear into TORU a bit more; for his part the Japanese Hammer spends a couple of seconds holding his head until he's quite sure no more attacks will be coming his way, at which point he turns he attention to Dace again and starts to pull the Brummie to his feet. TORU scoops Dace up into a sidewalk slam position before dropping to one knee, driving the other into his opponent's spine with a pendulum backbreaker. He then pulls Dace up to a vertical base once more and drags him over to the TKO corner before hoisting the Englishman - not without some effort - into a Canadian Backbreaker Rack. KOJI takes his cue and hastily climbs to the top rope, then jumps off to deliver a double stomp to Dace's gut just before TORU drops to his knees, traumatising his opponent's spine further. When TORU pulls Dace up this time and places him into the standing headscissors Dace's back is clearly too hurt to try bridging out again to escape the Tiger Driver...

 

...but he's strong enough to wrestle his arms free of TORU's, hook them behind his opponent's legs and take him down with a double-leg takedown, then roll forwards into a jacknife pin!

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

...but TORU kicks out! Dace rolls away and tries to head for his corner but TORU drags him backwards, only for Night to turn around and paste him in the head with an elbow!

 

*CRACK!*

 

TORU staggers so Dace launches another...

*CRACK!*

 

...and another...

 

*CRACK!*

 

...and then, with the big Saitaman really unsteady on his feet, Dace spins to build up a head of steam and unleashes a rolling elbow that puts TORU down!

 

*KER-RACK!*

 

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

 

KOJI leaps to the top rope and springboards off at Dace, but the Brummie simply swings one arm in a lariat and knocks his opponent clean out of the air! It would possibly be wiser for Dace to go for his corner but the chance to get some revenge is too strong to pass up, especially for a man who is out of the habit of tag wrestling, and Dace drags KOJI up into a standing headscissors of his own. His back might be hurt, but he's still strong enough to powerbomb this shrimp through the mat...

 

"Dace learned this powerbomb from Danny Williams, so you'd better believe this is going to hurt!" Mak calls.

 

...but TORU is back up, and the bigger member of the challenging team charges at Dace. Night raises his arms to block as TORU springs up off his own partner's back, getting a boost off KOJI's back as the smaller man is bent double... but instead of launching an attack from the front, Takahara delivers a Shining Enzuigiri that makes a mockery of Dace's attempts to block and cracks into the back of his skull! Dace topples sideways, allowing the dazed KOJI to extract his head and roll away, while TORU collapses to the mat holding his own head as the blood pounds through it, the energetic move taking its toll after those elbows. Va'aiga starts pounding on the top buckle, hoping to encourage his partner to his feet ahead of TKO, and the crowd joins in with the rhythm.

 

"DACE! DACE! DACE! DACE! DACE!"

 

Dace does indeed start to rise, but not quite quickly enough; TKO are on him again and both grab a wrist before Irish whipping the Brummie into the cables; Dace rebounds as TORU and KOJI each swing a roundhouse kick at his onrushing head, but Night has enough savvy to ducks under the blows and run on to the far cables. TKO turn but not quite quickly enough, and Dace steamrolls through them both with a double lariat!

 

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

 

Dace doesn't waste any more time; he turns and staggers to his corner, where he slaps the hand of the waiting Maori Badass to finally tag his partner into the match.

 

"VA'AIGA! VA'AIGA! VA'AIGA!"

 

Va'aiaga's practically jumping up and down in impatience, waiting for his opponents to get to their feet. TORU is up first and Va'aiga explodes into him with a running shoulderblock, sending his opponent down hard!

 

"YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

 

KOJI gets up and doesn't fare any better, as Va'aiga hoists him up as if for a back suplex only to dump him down on his face with the Maori Bomb!

 

*BANG!*

 

"YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

 

TORU staggers up to his feet but Va'aiga is ready for him, landing a left jab...

 

"ONE!"

 

...another left jab...

 

"TWO!"

 

...a third left jab...

 

"THREE!"

 

...kisses his right fist...

 

"OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH..."

 

...and lands a right cross that floors the Japanese Hammer!

 

"...BOO-YAH!"

 

Va'aiga throws the Shaka sign and answers the crowd's roar with one of his own, before turning his attention back to KOJI. Darkness K is trying to rise but the Maori just grabs him, delivers a stunning headbutt and throws him out between the second and top ropes to crash and burn on the outside.

 

"Va'aiga is just running through TKO here," Max exclaims in admiration, "the Maori Badass is putting on a clinic!"

 

TORU again tries to rise, perhaps not learning from his previous experience; Va'aiga slips behind the groggy Saitaman and does what he can for Takahara's consciousness levels by hauling him over backwards into a German suplex...

 

*BANG!*

 

...which he holds onto, drags TORU upright and applies a full Nelson, then heaves backwards into a Dragon Suplex...

 

*BANG!*

 

...which he also holds onto, then pulls TORU back up to his feet once more! TORU is well and truly dazed now, which allows Va'aiga to wrap one of his opponent's arms around his own neck, clamp it in place with his hand and hoist TORU over into a Swiss Suplex that dumps him on his head!

 

*BANG!*

 

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

 

"Good God, what impact!" Mak yells. "TORU could be out, right here!"

 

Va'aiga certainly thinks so. The big man throws the Shaka sign once more as he rolls TORU over, then drops into the cover as Kivell starts to count...

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THR-

-but TORU kicks out! Va'aiga is clearly shocked, but not shocked enough to slow his assault; instead he starts to drag 264lbs of nearly dead weight up again, then towards the corner where Dace Night is recuperating. The Maori reaches out and tags Dace in, then lifts TORU into a wheelbarrow position.

 

"Is it wise to tag Dace back in?" King asks, surprised.

 

"I think Va'aiga just wants his partner to get the killer blow and the pin," Mak says as Dace steps through the ropes, lining up for the Decapitator on the helpless TORU. He takes a step forward to ready the axe kick...

 

...and KOJI leaps up to the apron and springboards off the top rope to headscissor Dace around and clean over the ropes in his turn! Both men go crashing to the outside as Kivell and Va'aiga look on in open-mouthed astonishment...

 

...until TORU throws his weight forward, rolling and bringing Va'aiga into a pinning predicament!

 

...

 

...which would be fine, except that TORU obviously wasn't aware enough to realise that Va'aiga isn't the legal man anymore. Kivell just stands around for a second, then goes to check and see what's happening on the outside, while Va'aiga kicks out on general principle. TORU does a quick check and sees that Kivell's attention is elsewhere, then hurriedly gropes at Va'aiga's face while the Maori is getting off the canvas. With Va'aiga momentarily blinded TORU motions hurriedly to his corner, prompting Chris Card to throw him...

 

...the bottle of Awamori?

 

"Odd time for a drink. Bit of Dutch Courage, maybe?" King comments.

 

TORU takes a large gulp, replaces the stopper and throws it back, then turns back towards his opponent as Kivell starts the ring-out count on Dace. Unfortunately for TORU Va'aiga has cleared his vision and is in no mood to play nice; the Maori uses a cheap shortcut of his own as he thumbs TORU in the eye, then raises his huge right arm ostentatiously and slaps it, calling for the move that has won him so many matches.

 

"Lariat coming up!" Mak shouts as Va'aiga runs for the ropes and rebounds, accelerating towards TORU as the big Saitaman stands there in the crosshairs... only for TORU to spit out an Awamori mist at Va'aiga's face and duck, leaving the Maori to swing and thin air and stagger forwards, over-balancing and blinded by the acrid spirit! It doesn't help that Natasha leaps up and pulls the top rope down; she's not heavy enough to make that much of a difference, but when 350lbs of 6'7 Maori isn't looking where it's going even a small difference in the placement of the rope can have a big effect, and Va'aiga topples headfirst to the outside!

 

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

 

Kivell looks around to see TORU standing there with Va'aiga on the outside. Takahara looks over his shoulder, then back at the referee and shrugs.

 

"Oh, I don't believe this!" Mak groans, "how did you miss that, Matty?"

 

"He was doing the ring-out count!" King defends the SWF's Senior Official, "TORU and Dace are the legal men, and he was counting Dace out! TORU was where he was meant to be, Kivell didn't have to worry about him!"

 

KOJI has realised that he needs to get Dace back into the ring to avoid a count-out win that would see the belts remain with VDN, and he finally manages to shove the Brummie back in under the bottom rope. TORU latches onto Dace and brings him up, then makes a throat-cutting gesture and places Dace into a standing headscissors. He underhooks the arms, hoists...

 

*BANG!*

 

"TIGER DRIVER!" Mak shouts as Dace hits the canvas, "that's it!"

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

 

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

 

"WHAT!?" King and Mak both yelp as Dace fires a shoulder off the canvas at the last moment. TORU and KOJI share a shocked look at each other, but Chris Card's stern instructions from the outside bring them back to reality. TORU brings Dace back up again as KOJI rolls into the ring, then the Japanese Hammer hoists Dace up again as Kitano grabs the Brummie's shoulders at the apex of the move and this time both men sit out to drive Dace down even harder...

 

*BANG!*

 

"TIGER EXPLOSION!" King roars.

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

Va'aiga, still wiping at his face, clambers desperately back into the ring and lunges half-blindly towards the pin...

 

 

 

 

TWO!!

 

 

 

 

...KOJI leaps into action and delivers a basement dropkick that snaps the big Maori's head to one side and knocks him off-course just enough for his outstretched arms to miss TORU...

 

 

 

 

THREE!!!

 

*DING-DING-DING!*

 

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

 

"Ladies and gentlemen, here are your winners," Funyon booms over the roiling chorus of boos that ring around the National Indoor Arena, "and NEW SWF World Tag Team Champions... the TORU KOJI Organisation, TEEEEEEE!! KAYYYYYYYY!! OHHHHHHHHH!!"

 

TORU and KOJI hurriedly roll out of the ring away from Va'aiga, snatch the belts off David Blazenwing and raise them triumphantly into the air. Matthew Kivell follows them to complete the ritual of raising their hands in victory, but more important to the Japanese tag team is retrieving their shades from Chris Card (and in TORU's case, getting another swig of Awamori which he puts to the use it was originally intended for rather than blinding New Zealanders).

 

"TKO," Mak says in terms of disgust, "they came, they saw, they cheated."

 

"Oh, but how they cheated," King says happily. "They didn't get caught and they won the match. What more can you ask for, Mak? You're just jealous because you didn't get away with it half as often!"

 

"Look, I won't deny that TKO are a damn effective team, and they're going to be hard to beat as champions," The Franchise admits, "it's just for all the wrong reasons."

 

"Bitch bitch bitch," King grumbles, "that's all you do."

 

"Thanks for joining us tonight fans for Jamaican Me Crazy," Mak Francis says, aware of when to cut his losses, and also when to wrap a show up, "please join us for our next show, which will see The Maori Badass Va'aiga get his return match against The Insane Luchador - this time for the SWF Title!"

 

"...hey, no-one told me that was happening! How come you get all the big announcements?"

 

("Shut up Brian, I'm trying to close the show here...")

 

The last shot of Jamaican Me Crazy is of TKO and Chris Card Enterprises walking back up the entrance ramp, drinking awamori, waving title belts around and flipping off everyone in sight.

 

The balance of power just shifted.

 

 

 

FADE OUT

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