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The SWF presents...


LIVE to DVD from the Miami Arena in (where else?) Miami, Florida, 7pm EST, TUESDAY, 19th AUGUST

The Insane Luchador © vs. Va'aiga

The main-event of Ground Zero '08 was bound to be a big one. It's a story of two SWF veterans. For vet number one, The Insane Luchador, 2008 has so far been his year. He has gone unbeaten in singles competition since way back in February. And The Ill One shocked the world back in the month of April, when he finally captured the top prize in the SWF, his many years of toil, pain and hard work finally paying off. Proving it was no fluke, the IL winning streak has continued ever since. But, so far, in non-title competition.

On June 30th in Caracas, Venezuela, "The Maori Badass" Va'aiga put himself Next In Line by winning the #1 Contendership. A whole host of situations and complications have prevented him from cashing in on his contendership so far, from his personal issue with S.I.N and Tracy Bruner, to incarceration, to defences of the Tag Team Titles. Now though, there are no distractions. S.I.N and Bruner will not be in Miami. And the Tag Titles are as of last show gone from his and Dace's waists. The only concern on the former World Champion's mind now is reclaiming his place at the top of the SWF food chain. Well... that, and the small matter of these two men's previous meeting, a Flaming Tables Match at From The Fire of this year which IL won.

So two of the most dangerous, volatile competitors in SWF history will come together and The Miami Arena will be Ground Zero for IL's V1 defence of the World Title. Revenge and retribution will be on the mind for Va'aiga. For IL, his winning streak, his title reign... and perhaps just as importantly, his survival?


Just when the stakes couldn't get any higher... well, turns out they got higher. About 20 feet higher. The challenge has been made and and accepted, from challenger to champion. These two sick puppies will now be doing battle inside the most unforgiving structure in wrestling, Hell In A Cell! You thought flaming tables were something, huh? Think again! This is going to be ugly.

"Hollywood" Spike Jenkins © vs. Taiga Star

Speaking of Next In Line, Taiga certainly put herself in line for a shot at the Cruiserweight Title on that show, but with no official number one contendership (and distractions of her own from DVS), she's had to wait a while for her title opportunity too. It didn't help that Spike Jenkins apparantly had no idea who she was until a few weeks ago. He never did get that sandwich either. The cocky Cruiserweight Champion might get a real good idea of who Taiga is during this V1 title defence in Miami. And if she's serving up sandwiches for the champ, they're surely gonna be knuckle sammiches~! Yum yum!

Divefire vs. Tod James Stuart
Divefire remains in pursuit of Spike Jenkins and the Cruiserweight Title, after his match at Our Super Sweet Sixteen ended in an unsatisfying (from his POV) disqualification. It wouldn't hurt his cause to have a few victories under his belt. Step forward Tod James Stuart, who picked up victory in tag team action last time out but wouldn't mind amassing a few singles victories in his own right, if it means a trip to the illustrious pay window. What results is what's sure to be a very competitive match between two popular SWF stars with plenty of credentials. Which is good. What more can I say?

MANSON vs Spyke
Of all the so-called 'insurgents' of the DVS that have arrived in the SWF just recently, it's fair to say Spyke is the most vocal. On the side of the issue with Taiga Star and the impact the DVS guys have tried to make at her expense, Spyke has picked up two impressive victories and caught the eye of our Commissioner. Which may or may not be a good thing. Heard to remark he wanted "an opponent worth my damn time" next time he was put in a SWF ring after his victory in Jamaica, Landon has given Spyke what he wanted. Except, I don't think anyone in their right mind would WANT to be facing the unpredictable MANSON one on one. Because, I'm sure MANSON will have his own special welcome to the SWF in mind...

Miami Mayhem Match!
Munich vs Longdogger Pete

We're in Miami. Pete is back in the SWF. This had to happen, didn't it? Yes. Munich and LDP had somewhat of a 'misunderstanding' via Benjamin Hardy a little while back, the upshot of which being neither seems too keen to rake over past ground but at the same time have no problems with one another. Apparantly that memo didn't reach our Commissioner. The former X-Force 9 team-mates will do battle in a match that has become a Longdogger speciality; Miami Mayhem. I have it on good authority this is Miami Mayhem VII, as ever a battle on shores of Miami Beach where one man will take an unwanted dip in the deep blue stuff. And if past Miami Mayhems have taught us anything, it's that that sand gets EVERYWHERE! So, be careful.

We didn't take advantage of the beaches and open waters in the Carribean, but damnit I'm back now and we're gonna do something that doesn't involve a wrestling ring!

KOJI Kitano vs X-Punk
Fresh off of regaining the World Tag Team Titles in Jamaica, TKO's KOJI Kitano steps into singles action. His opponent, another DVS representative, X-Punk who may well have a claim to make for tag team gold for Team Canada if he can pull off the victory. Or, does he have something else in mind of a more singles nature? Only time will tell.

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Ten Thousand Fists hits over the arena.


Funyon: Ladies and Gentleman, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada, representing the DVS! Weighing in at 223 pounds, this is X-PUUUUUUNK!"


The lights dim and the crowd boos. A laser etched maple leaf appears on the entranceway and X-Punk walks out through the curtains, beginning to wave his Canadian flag. He makes his way down the ramp, waving his flag high. On the way to the ring he argues with a few fans.


Mak: I see X-Punk is making some friends here tonight, King


King: Shut it!


X-Punk walks up the steel steps and enters the ring through the middle and top ropes. He walks over to the ropes, facing the camera and steps up onto the second rope with his right leg and the first rope with his left leg and leans forward waving his flag high. He steps down and sets up his flag in the corner of the ring. Referee Brian Warner checks X-Punk for foreign objects, as he stands in the corner.


The lights go down and the pulsing electronic beats of 'Tribe' by Mad Capsule Markets start up as strobes flicker across the audience. 'T K O' flashes up on the Smarktron interspersed with images of the KOJI.


Funyon: Introducing next, his opponent, from Saitama Prefecture, Japan and weighing in at 219 pounds, representing TEEE KAAAYYY OOO, and one half of the SWF Tag Team Champions! This is KOOOOOOOJI KIIIIITAAAANOOO!


Chris Card and Natasha come out and start to walk down to the ring as Funyon speaks. KOJI appears as the first guitar riff hits, then folds his arms and glowers out at the crowd while the muted Japanese chanting builds up to...




'TRIIIIIIBE! Why don't you strike, justify your mind!'


The pyro goes off and he makes his way down to the ring, where Natasha removes both his coat and shades and passes them to Chris Card for safekeeping. He jumps straight up to the ring apron. KOJI performs a rolling flip into the ring, he then flips the bird at X-Punk.


X-Punk shakes his head


X-Punk: Are you serious?


Brian Warner: What?


X-Punk: This is like Jet Lee meets the fucking Matrix. This is pathetic. To think that I came here, and this is what I get faced with?


Brian Warner checks KOJI for foreign objects. He signals for the bell!




KOJI and X-Punk lock up. Suddenly, X-Punk backs out away from KOJI with his arms up in the air.


The crowd boos wildly.


X-Punk exits the ring through the middle and top ropes and hops down to the mat. The referee begins the count to ten.




Mak: I guess X-Punk is running back home to Canada?




King: Don't be so ignorant, Mak. He's taking a quick breather.




Mak: A breather? The match hasn't even started yet.




King: Are you not paying attention? The bell rang.




X-Punk begins telling fans they will not see him compete, yelling at them. X-Punk even goes so far to grab a sign that says 'We Love SWF' and rips it up. Just at that exact moment KOJI runs and bounces off the ropes - running forward in the direction of X-Punk jumps and his a corkscrew moonsault onto X-Punk, outside the ring. The referee re-starts the count to ten.





KOJI is quick to get to his feet and grabs X-Punk's head and delivers right hands.





KOJI lifts X-Punk up to his feet; X-Punk is staggering a bit after such a moonsault. KOJI rolls X-Punk back into the ring. X-Punk is quickly to his feet. KOJI begins to slide into the ring, only to be hit by an elbow to the back of him, by X-Punk. X-Punk is back on his feet now and turns KOJI over and delivers a leg drop. X-Punk seems to be quite happy with his work on KOJI, cracking a grin. X-Punk turns him around so KOJI's head is under the bottom rope. X-Punk grabs a hold of KOJI's legs and feet and falls backwards, as KOJI's neck snaps off the bottom rope; KOJI begins clutching his neck in pain as X-Punk looks down at him and laughs. X-Punk picks KOJI up to his feet and body slams him straight to the mat. X-Punk runs into the ropes which are parallel with KOJI, bounces back and delivers a rolling thunder onto KOJI. X-Punk stands up and poses for the audience, as they boo. X-Punk slowly picks KOJI up to his feet and irish whips him into the corner. X-Punk dashes towards KOJI who jumps up and wraps his legs around X-Punk's head, delivering a headscissors, sending X-Punk to the mat; KOJI is up.


X-Punk is up and KOJI with a spinning roundhouse kick onto X-Punk. KOJI with a spinning back kick on X-Punk. KOJI then delivers a series of roundhouse kicks to the head of X-Punk, who falls to his knees. KOJI jumps forward and wraps his arm around X-Punk's head and forces himself backwards, delivering a DDT on X-Punk!


Mak: Those kicks from KOJI, are absolutely deadly, King. Not to mention his speed.


King: I certainly wouldn't want to be in X-Punk's shoes, right now.


Cover by KOJI. Brian Warner slides down onto the mat, ready to count.






X-Punk gets a shoulder up. KOJI rolls over and gets up to his feet and lifts X-Punk up to his feet and irish whips him into the ropes, X-Punk bounces back and KOJI with a belly to belly suplex. KOJI is up and walks over towards X-Punk. X-Punk spins around and grabs onto KOJI's feet, tripping him up. KOJI loses his balance and falls onto the bottom rope. X-Punk gets up and grabs onto the top rope and stands directly over KOJI and jumps up and comes down onto his back! KOJI remains laying on the bottom rope for a moment. Just then, X-Punk jumps over the top rope and delivers a guillotine legdrop onto Kitano. KOJI rolls around in the ring, grasping his neck; KOJI, still clearly showing the pain from the previous assault by X-Punk on his neck. X-Punk immediately rolls back into the ring and yells at KOJI to get up. X-Punk walks back and fourth as he watches KOJI roll around the ring for a few seconds.


X-Punk grabs KOJI's head and lifts him to his feet. He irish whips KOJI into the ropes, who bounces back - X-Punk attempts for a clothesline, KOJI ducks it and bounces off the opposite ropes and X-Punk lifts and throws KOJI high into the air! However, Kitano comes down and nails X-Punk with a face buster! KOJI jumps up to his feet.


Mak: That's got to hurt!


King: Both of these competitors are so quick, Mak. Just like that the momentum of this match has switched in KOJI's favor.


KOJI pulls X-Punk up from the mat, onto his feet and attempts to whip X-Punk into the corner, who reverses it, sending KOJI into the corner. X-Punk runs at KOJI, going for a spear, but KOJI just gets out of the way; X-Punk crashes into the ring post, falling to the outside of the ring, hitting the guard rail and rolling right over it into the audience.


"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh," goes the crowd.


King: X-Punk had such momentum on that attempt of a spear, it sent him right into our fans right out here, beside us!


The referee begins to count!





The fans move away from X-Punk in the audience, as he leans up against a few chairs, trying to shake off the cobwebs. KOJI just smiles at X-Punk, grabs onto the top rope, jumps up and springboards himself onto X-Punk, into the audience with a somersault plancha!


King: Holy SHIT!


"SWF! SWF! SWF!" cheers the audience!


Referee Brian Warner is still in the ring, starting a count.





KOJI is up to his feet and grabs onto X-Punks head, and throws him back over the guard railing, onto the mats at ringside.





KOJI himself hops over the barracade and hops up onto the apron and enters the ring through the middle and top ropes, at the same time Nastaha begins yelling at the referee to stop the count. Brian Warner begins arguing back at her. On the other side of the ring, KOJI is awaiting X-Punk to get back to his feet. X-Punk is slowly getting up, using the barracade beside him for a little bit of leverage. Chris Card comes around to this side of the ring and yells at X-Punk.


Chris Card: You wanted to screw with the SWF?


Once X-Punk is on his knees and getting up to his feet, KOJI leaps over the top rope, landing on X-Punk's shoulders, attempting a hurricanrana. Just then X-Punk reverses the attempt and delivers a powerbomb on KOJI, straight to the mat outside the ring.


Mak: Have mercy!


King: What?


Mak: I said, have mercy.


King: I know what you said, it's just that sounds like a lame line that a terrible commentator on another federation would use.


X-Punk falls back up against the ring. Brian Warner turns around, focusing on the action once again. He begins the count.





KOJI is laying on the floor. X-Punk stomps the chest of KOJI.






X-Punk picks KOJI up and rolls him into the ring. X-Punk enters the ring, sliding under the bottom rope. X-Punk grabs onto the head of KOJI, but KOJI with a jawbreaker! X-Punk falls into the second rope. KOJI then tries to talk with the referee, clearly distracting him. Natasha on the outside slaps X-Punk across the face.


Mak: I think we all knew she would get involved somehow.


King: Now, now, Mak. Don't jump the gun.


KOJI shoves the referee out of the way and begins stomping on X-Punk. KOJI walks over to the corner of the ring, with his back against the turnbuckle; He grabs onto the top rope and lifts himself up onto the top turnbuckle so he is sitting on it. KOJI goes even further and gets up so he is standing on the top rope, facing X-Punk laying in the ring. KOJI with a somersault knee drop! Cover by KOJI!














X-Punk kicks out! KOJI can't believe it. Natasha is going crazy at ringside, slapping her hands against the mat as Chris Card is slapping his hands together, telling the referee it was a slow count. X-Punk begins getting up, as KOJI also gets to his feet. The two begin delivering right hands to one another, staggering back and fourth as they do it. X-Punk begins to gain a little bit of momentum, delivering 4 consecutive right hands to KOJI. X-Punk then kicks KOJI in the gut, and hits a double underhook suplex. X-Punk is up to his feet after a second. KOJI rolls over to the ropes and uses them to help himself get up. His back is turned to X-Punk, who then delivers a crossface chickenwing suplex onto KOJI.


King: KOJI just landed on his head, Mak.


Cover by X-Punk!

















KOJI manages to get a shoulder up!


Mak: I don't know how much more these two can take. KOJI just landed on his head, and he's still not out of this one yet.


King: Did you expect anything less?


Mak: Wel..


King: Rhetorical question, Mak.


X-Punk gets up onto his feet and grabs onto KOJI's legs and locks in the sharpshooter in the middle of the ring. KOJI is screaming in pain. The referee gets down on the mat, ready to call for the bell. KOJI is trying to get to the ropes, forcing X-Punk to move just a little bit. But X-Punk pulls him back into the center of the ring, applying more pressure into the hold, leaning back into KOJI's back. Natasha and Chris Card are on the outside of the ring, yelling for KOJI to try and make it to the ropes. X-Punk releases the hold.


Mak: What is X-Punk doing?


X-Punk sits down next to KOJI on the mat and pulls his arm between the legs of himself, in front of him and locks in a crossface crippler. KOJI is still reaching for the ropes, screaming in pain.


Mak: Typical Canadian moves here.


KOJI rolls over and reverses it into a pin! Brian Warner makes the count!











X-Punk kicks out! X-Punk is quickly to his feet and back on the attack on KOJI, stomping him on the mat. Natasha gets up on the apron yelling at X-Punk, who then focuses his attention to her. The referee is yelling at Natasha to get off the apron. X-Punk begins walking towards Natasha. KOJI, who now can freely do anything to X-Punk, since he's not paying attention crawls over and low blows X-Punk. Being just struck at the core of a man, he falls to the mat. Natasha hops down off of the apron.


Mak: That's exactly what KOJI wanted her to do, King. Distract X-Punk so he could gain the advantage.


King: You have the worst answers to things sometimes, Mak.


KOJI is up to his feet now, smiling at Nastaha and Chris Card. KOJI rolls X-Punk over onto his stomach and places each of his feet onto X-Punk's knee's and grabs onto his arms and falls backwards, into a surfboard. KOJI then places one foot on the back of X-Punk's head as he goes forward again and slams X-Punk's head into the mat.


King: The Darkness Stomp!


X-Punk, lays on the mat, motionless for a few moments before then showing signs of consciousness. KOJI stalks X-Punk, waiting for him to get to his feet. KOJI walks around the ring, staring at X-Punk, who is struggling to even get up to his knees. X-Punk is slowly getting up to one knee. KOJI dashes at X-Punk, attempting a powerful clothesline; X-Punk rolls out of the way KOJI quickly looks back at only to be superkicked in the jaw by X-Punk!


The referee Brian Warner can't believe what he just saw. Chris Card grabs onto his head, as if attempting to almost pull out his own hair.


Mak: What a move out of desperation here, by X-Punk! I don't know where he got the energy to do that.


King: He's Canadian, Mak. You shouldn't need to try and figure it out.


KOJI tries to keep his balance, however he falls back into a corner into a sitting position. X-Punk exits the inside of the ring through the middle and top ropes, but still staying on the apron. KOJI uses the turnbuckle for leverage, to get to his feet and steps out from the turnbuckle. Just then X-Punk jumps straight up and and bounces off the top rope only to deliver a springboard tornado DDT. X-Punk is quick to make it to the turnbuckle. He jumps up and raises his arms into the air, signaling the end of the match. X-Punk delivers the Mission X!


The crowd with a "Holy shit" chant!


Cover by X-Punk!. Brian Warner makes the count!

























The crowd goes crazy, all standing on their feet.


KOJI just barely gets an arm and shoulder up!


King: Holy shit, Mak. These two just don't know when to stop.


X-Punk rolls off KOJI, sitting beside him and in complete shock. Natasha and Chris Cade both show a sigh of relief at ringside.


King: One of X-Punk's finishers didn't even put KOJI away. KOJI will do absolutely anything to win a match. I honestly have no idea how he kicked out from that. He is undefeated in tag team wrestling with his partner, TORU though. He's proven he can go with the best of them.


X-Punk gets up on his right knee, shaking his head in disbelief; X-Punk gets up to his feet. X-Punk grabs the left arm of KOJI and drags him into the corner. KOJI, is sitting down in the corner, trying to shake off the Mission X. X-Punk lifts him to his feet. X-Punk, himself gets into the corner and climbs up to the top rope. X-Punk, who is sitting on the top rope, pulls KOJI up the turnbuckles.


Mak: What is X-Punk going for here?


X-Punk stands up on the top rope and holds KOJI in place, who is also standing on the top rope. As soon as KOJI gets to the top rope, he punches X-Punk in the gut. X-Punk tries to keep his balance as KOJI punches him in the gut again with a right hand. KOJI grabs onto X-Punk's arm and nails a swinging neck breaker off the top rope!


King: What a mistake by X-Punk!


KOJI barely throws an arm over X-Punk. Brian Warner makes the count!

























X-Punk gets a shoulder up! Both men are down on the mat. Natasha runs over to the side of the ring the referee is on and begins yelling at him. Brian Warner focuses his attention to her, once again.


Mak: Once again, Natasha is getting herself involved.


King: Can you blame the referee for focusing on her? She's gorgeous.


X-Punk is down and KOJI is slowly getting to his feet. KOJI is up and walks over to X-Punk, kicking him in the side. X-Punk rolls right outside of the ring. KOJI then grabs onto the referee, turning him away from X-Punk. Chris Cade begins stomping on X-Punk's chest. Brian Warner frees himself from KOJI and turns to X-Punk, in which Chris Cade backs away from X-Punk, with his arms raised, gesturing he didn't do anything.


Brian Warner: Enough, back it up!


X-Punk is getting to his feet, KOJI runs into the ropes opposite of where X-Punk is at on the mat and bounces back, jumps and hits a corkscrew tope onto X-Punk!


The crowd cheers! Both men are down.


Brian Warner begins to count!










KOJI uses the side of the ring to help himself get to his feet.






KOJI grabs X-Punk by the head and rolls him into the ring. KOJI pulls himself up onto the apron, grabs onto the tope rope and jumps and hits a springboard guillotine legdrop onto X-Punk. Cover by KOJI!












X-Punk kicks out! KOJI is in complete disbelief. KOJI rolls over, facing Chris Card who also cannot believe X-Punk just kicked out. X-Punk gets up to one knee before using the rest of his strength to get himself to his own feet. KOJI realizes X-Punk is up and also gets to his feet. KOJI and X-Punk lock up. KOJI puts X-Punk in an headlock. X-Punk elbows his way out of the hold. X-Punk with a quick arm drag to KOJI, sending him to the mat. KOJI is up immediately only for X-Punk to deliver another arm drag. KOJI is up, and X-Punk irish whips him into the ropes, X-Punk attempts a spinning heel kick to the head of KOJI, who runs under X-Punk's leg and bounces back off the opposite ropes, X-Punk attempts a back body drop and KOJI jumps over X-Punk and bounces back off the previous set of ropes. X-Punk with a back kick to the gut of KOJI. X-Punk turns around, places KOJI's head down between X-Punk's legs, facing the ring apron. X-Punk clutches his arms around the waist of KOJI and nails the X-Bomb!


King: This could be it!


X-Punk grabs onto the right arm of KOJI and drags him over towards the corner a bit and turns his motionless body around. X-Punk exits the inside of the ring through the middle and top ropes and ascends to the top of the turnbuckles. X-Punk with a shooting star press! X-Punk hooks the leg!


Brian Warner hits the mat, to make the count.














Mak: Could it be?









Brian Warner signals for the bell!




Ten Thousand Fists hits over the arena. The crowd boos. X-Punk rolls off of KOJI's body, and lays on the mat beside him.


Funyon: Here is the winner of the match, via pinfall! XXXXXXX-PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNK!


Mak: Certainly an impressive victory here tonight, for X-Punk.


King: X-Punk just beat one half of the SWF Tag Team Champions in what was one hell of a fight. I don't know if you heard the rumors or not Mak, but I heard X-Punk's partner, Kevin Riggs is having some problems with some legal paperwork and may not be able to compete in the SWF. Maybe, this is the beginning of singles competition for X-Punk.


Mak: Certainly an interesting situation X-Punk has. But, let's not forget there is other members of the DVS who he can turn too for tag team action if those rumors turn out to be true. We'll let time tell the story.


X-Punk slowly gets up to his feet, as the referee raises his arms high into the air. X-Punk begins celebrating his win by waving his Canadian Flag which was passed to him by Brian Warner. KOJI slowly rolls out of the ring and is helped to his feet by Chris Card and Natasha. The duo each has an arm of KOJI around their necks and head up the ramp. They turn and look at X-Punk, very clearly showing their anger in his victory. They exit through the curtains.


X-Punk rolls to the outside of the ring, under the bottom rope and waves his flag as he heads up the ramp before exiting through the curtain.




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Backstage in the humble Commissioner's office, Landon Maddix is working hard. No, honestly, he is. Not on trivial stuff like paperwork or show promotion or contract renewals or talent scouting or... well, you get the point. The work he's chosen to do is the work of the 'bad cop'. Another day, another cancellation and Landon isn't gonna stand for it!


"Guys, I ain't gonna stand for this!"


As Landon leans against his desk with arms folded and the most menacing look he can manage on his face, the camera 180s to reveal Longdogger Pete and Munich, both DRENCHED from head to toe, looking extremely windswept and breathing heavily.


"We at the SWF won't tolerate people refusing to wrestle in their chosen matches. You are contracted employees of the SWF. If we tell you to wrestle in a Cage Match, you wrestle in a cage. We tell you to wrestle on stilts, you damn well better learn them stilts skills. And when we tell you to have a Miami Mayhem match, you will... do whatever it is that a Miami Mayhem match entails!"


"Uh..." Munich interrupts, raising his hand like a schoolkid.




"You realise you booked us in a match on the beach in the middle of a hurricane, yes?"


Landon turns his head, Megan giving him a nod to confirm that yes, indeed, that's true.


"Well, give me a break guys. Who could have seen that coming? Really? What do I look like, some sort of... weather guy?"




"That's space stuff, Megan. We didn't book them in a match in space... although, if we did, we'd expect you to compete in it without any complaints!"


Both Pete and Munich are too cold, tired and soaked to really argue.


"You know the deal by now. Usual fine. No access to the post-show buffet. We would introduce you to a certain little Japanese friend of ours, but apparantly she's stuck in traffic, for some reason. Something about bad weathe..."


Landon looks the soaked pair in front of him up and down.


"...ah, right. Okay, on your way."









"...have somebody come by with a mop, please Megan?"

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The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Hailing from Denver, Colorado, and weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty-nine pounds… MMMAAAAANNNNNSOOOONNNNN!"


The house lights dim as ‘God is God’ by Juno Reactor begins. The crowd rises to their feet, strobes pulse and spotlights roam the arena, while smoke billows out over the stage. The shrouded Manson soon walks onto the scene heralding his arrival, a deluge of jeers and insults accompanying him as he begins his slow walk down the aisle.


Mak Francis

Here comes MANSON! One can only imagine what demented thoughts are flowing through his head as he heads to the ring


Suicide King

Not to down play MANSON but this is Spyke third match and something I’ve noticed in the previous two matches is that he epitomizes the opportunity to turn his opponents finisher around on them. Something the veteran MANSON needs to keep an eye out for.


He approaches the ring and slides in beneath the bottom rope, standing and immediately backing into his corner, where he brushes off the hood and mask, disrobes, and drapes everything over the post. He gives his neck a crack as he turns around and eventually comes to rest against the turnbuckle to wait for Spyke to make his way down to the ring.



And the opponent! Representing the DVS he hails from Brooklyn, New York


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


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



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


Spyke steps out on the stage area showing off his sleeveless black shirt that says “Spyke This” on the front with the names of his two beaten opponents on the back with his hands in the air as the crowd continues to boo 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. He removes his shirt and balls it up as he steps face to face with MANSON , he tosses the shirt at his face which instantly infuriates MANSON who is stopped by SWF’s Number One Referee; Funaki from going after Spyke. Both men step back to their respected corners as Spyke smirks before Funaki signals for the bell.


Mak Francis

The match now starting and Spyke already showing no respect what so ever to MANSON


Suicide King

I like this kid Spyke, he speaks his mind, he out of all the DVS talent knows he’s good and flaunts it well but tonight I think MANSON may show him a thing or two about how we do things here.


MANSON goes on the offense after Spyke who gestures that tossing the shirt was all entertainment but MANSON isn’t hearing at as Spyke starts backing up. Sliding half his body on the other half of the ropes the crowd boos as referee Funaki gets between them, reminding MANSON he cant attack Spyke when he’s between the ropes. A frustrated Manson backs up as Funaki maintains his stance as a barrier to let Spyke have the time to fully step back into the ring. MANSON positions for the lock up as Spyke boldly walks up to him and slaps him across the face. The crowd in shock watches as Spyke trash talks MANSON who is holding his face. MANSON locks eyes with Spyke and decks him across the face with a wild left hook that causes Spyke to hold his own face in disbelief as he staggers back several feet before leaping out the ring. MANSON motions as if to ask “what the hell is going on” before heading to the ropes after Spyke until the referee stops him. The crowd boos even louder.


Mak Francis

Spyke not being his usual cocky self at the moment. He seems somewhat intimidated by MANSON


MANSON clearly frustrated slides out the opposite side of the ring as Funaki turns to tell Spyke to get into the ring as he begins a count out.








Spyke is busy rubbing his jaw and ignoring the referee






Come on! Back in ring Spyke!


Funaki jumps back in shock as Manson charges delivers a double handed axe handle to Spyke. The self proclaimed greatest from DVS falls to the floor and MANSON kicks him in the ribs before beginning to stomp away as the referee restarts and begins a fast count.














MANSON picks Spyke up and looks around while holding him. The crowd chants “SWF” out of respect for the company as MANSON slams Spyke’s face into the ring apron and rolls him into the ring. MANSON makes his way back to the ring steps and makes his way back into the ring as Spyke struggles to get back to his feet. MANSON steps through the ropes and takes the arm of Spyke for an Irish whip but Spyke rakes the eyes and follows with a jab. MANSON staggers back and Spyke shakes the cobwebs from his head before following up with another jab. MANSON begins to wobble like a drunk as Spyke looks around as though he hears a woman in the crowd scream his name. He winks and goes for a third jab only to be stopped mid swing by a unorthodox headbutt. MANSON captures Spyke in a quick follow up, clutching the right arm he swings Spyke over his head and plants him on the mat


Suicide King

WHOA! What a sick Gargoyle suplex!


Spyke writhes in pain on th mat as MANSON lazily sits up looks around before getting back up to his feet. Dragging Spyke to the center of the ring he stomps the chest again and again before dropping and elbow, he gets back up and stomps one more time, following up with another stomp he dashes to the ropes and runs back to Spyke to deliver a flashy elbow drop


Mak Francis

Homage to Keiji Mutoh with the Muta like elbow.


Suicide King

I have to say I’m somewhat disappointed by Spyke thus far. He usually holds a fair share of dominance in his matches but it seems like MANSON really is the one to give him that challenge he was looking for.


Mak Francis

Yeah well he asked for this and Toxxic being the guy that he is granted him what he wanted.


Manson getting back up to his knees nods to the fans as a mixed reaction still mostly consisting of boos fill the arena. He rips off Spyke’s du-rag and begins to pull him up to his feet as he himself stands back up. Holding Spykes face in his hand and keeping his whole body up in the process, MANSON pulls back with his right hand as if he is about to lay Spyke out but he stops and shakes his head as if to say no way causing the crowd to boo once more. Gripping the arm he drags Spyke a bit and Irish whips him into the corner turnbuckle. Waking back to the middle of the ring he stops short and rushes back to Spyke to deliver a body avalanche but Spyke gets the foot up and connects with MANSON’s jaw. The clapping sound of boot connecting with the jaw echos though the arena as MANSON steps away from Spyke only to turn back on the offense but to be stopped as Spyke takes two sprints forward and delivers a flying forearm.


Spyke works his way back to his feet instantly as an infuriated MANSON pounds the mat and gets up holding his jaw. Spyke stays on the offensive with a jab that MANSON retaliates with by delivering a European uppercut. Spyke staggers back but swings back with a right hook. MANSON stands his ground and delivers a kesagiri. Spyke almost falls back but goes to deliver a blunt kick to the crotch. MANSON catches the leg and hold it up higher as Spyke hops around before leaping into the air and delivering a kick to the side of the skull.


Mak Francis

Spyke with the head ringing enziguri!


With both men on the mat the referee begins a count








Spyke rolls over to the ropes and begins to pull himself up as MANSON gets to all fours, shaking his head in confusion he sits up. Spyke pulls himself further using the middle rope and looks over his shoulder to see MANSON. The self proclaimed greatest DVS has to offer pulls himself all the way up then looks left and right as though he sees an opportunity. The crowd boos as they have an idea of what he’s going to attempt as he puts his backs to the ropes as minimal leverage to launch him to the opposite side of the ring where MANSON was sitting. Hitting the ropes on the opposite side he explodes off with a shining wizard to the back of MANSON’s head


Suicide King

Royal Deliverance!


Mak Francis



Suicide King

Do your homework Francis, He calls that variation of the shining wizard the Royal Deliverance!


Spyke gets back up slowly dusting his hands off as if he just took out some trash before getting to his feet. He points to the crowd and nods as the boos fill the arena. A cup hits the outside of the ring as one angry fan wasn’t strong enough to show their disapproval. Spyke walks over to the direction the cup came from and yells at the fan before brushing off the incident as though it isn’t worth his time. Spyke shoves Funaki who was checking on MANSON out the way. Funaki gives him a weak shove back to remind him that he is the official calling the match as Spyke picks MANSON up off the mat. Spyke smirks and lightly smacks a drowsy MANSON in the face in an attempt to wake him up. He pokes his chest several times and looks to the crowd with a smile on his face, slapping MANSON once more. He takes his eyes off him for a second to pull of a back hand smack to the face but MANSON hits him with a lightning fast knife edge chop. Spyke staggers back as MANSON follows up with a European uppercut. Spykes body stumbles from the shock a bit as MANSON continues the assault with a spinning backhand to the side of Spykes head. Spyke backs into the rope and out of instinct delivers a thumb to the eye, momentarily blinding MANSON. Going for a high knee he is stopped before he can even get his leg up as MANSON shoves him back into the ropes and captures him and delivers an exploder suplex that leaves Spyke arching in pain on the mat.


Max Francis

This is why they call him the Raging Bull. He’ll tear you apart in that ring with his many variations of suplexs.


Finally laying flat on his back Spyke remains on the mat with his eyes closed. He’s breathing heavy as MANSON gets back up and screams to the crowd, telling them he’s the greatest. Making his way over to Spyke as the referee moves away from checking him, MANSON picks Spyke up off the mat and body slams him right back down. Spyke rolls over as MANSON stomps on his shoulder and kicks him before picking him back up again. Holding the arm he wrenches it as Spyke screams in pain. Yanking the arm and wrenching more he pulls Spyke over to the ropes and yanks once more before hoisting Spyke up on his shoulders and dropping him down on his knee.


Suicide King

What a shoulder breaker!


Spyke lays on the mat almost lifeless. His body slightly rises and falls with each breath he takes as MANSON refuses to let up. Pulling him off the mat once more he takes Spykes head and runs it across the top ropes back and forth as the referee tells him to stop. MANSON orders Funaki to shut up and continues as Spyke blindly tries to fight him off.










MANSON stops and puts his hands in the air as mixed reactions from the crowd fill the arena. Funaki reminds him that what he’s doing is illegal and MANSON shrugs before placing his hands on Spyke who fires back with an elbow to MANSON’s mid section. MANSON staggers back a bit and is hit with a chop to the gut which in turn MANSON retaliates with a huge clubbing fist to the back of Spyke. Like a machine he picks him right back up and whips him to the opposite ropes. Spyke rebounds back and rolls towards MANSON.


Mak Francis



Spyke pops up and swings a hard right arm clothesline but MANSON ducks it and catches the back of Spykes neck to deliver a neck breaker.


Suicide King



MANSON gets up once more and walks circles around Spyke. Kicking him as though he was road kill before picking him up once more. Spyke slaps his hands away and the macabre MANSON finds himself on the end of a jawbreaker as Spyke hooks the neck and places his head under MANSON’s chin before dropping. Scrambling to make his way back up to his feet as MANSON staggers back, Spyke takes him and Irish whips him to the ropes. Rebounding back with a Yakuza kick that Spyke ducks, MANSON’s momentum sends him flying to the opposite ropes as Spyke stands in the center of the ring and out of no where delivers a straight edge super kick with so much force that MANSON flies out of his path and hits the mat as the impact sends Spyke himself falling back.


Mak Francis



Suicide King

Did you see the force behind that kick!? It was like a truck and a car on a collision course!


Spyke holds his leg as if its been dislocated. The referee approaches him to see if he can continue the match. Spyke ignores him. Focusing on numbing the pain from his mind as the referee continues to ask him if he forfeits the match until he shakes his head in disapproval. Continuing to clutch his leg as he crawls over to the ropes to help pull himself up, Spyke keeps an eye on MANSON who rolls over to all fours and remains grounded catching his breath and just staring into the sweat stained mat. Spyke slowly begins to make his way back up as MANSON rolls into a seated position before making his way back up to his feet as well. “SWF” chants of anticipation fill the arena as the crowd waits to see who will get off the next attack first. MANSON who is still a bit dazed from the kick makes his way in Spyke’s direction as the self proclaimed greatest limps towards MANSON.


Mak Francis

Seems like it’s either mans move now


Spyke reaches to grapple MANSON but The Savage Messiah kicks him in the mid section and tucks his head between his legs. For once the crowd is behind MANSON all the way as he signals to plant Spyke into the mat with a gut wrench piledriver. He clutches Spyke by the sides and begins to squeeze the life out of him before attempting to lift him up. Just as he goes to raise Spyke he resists. Spyke’s legs dangle in the air slightly off the mat and drop back down. MANSON tries once more but to no avail as Spyke simply repeats by placing his feet back on the mat. The crowd turns on MANSON for failing but mainly on Spyke for fighting back. MANSON stands for several seconds to regain his composure until Spyke hooks the legs of MANSON and raises him up over his head.


Suicide King

I think I know what’s coming!


Spyke begins to struggle with the weight of MANSON on his shoulders and stumbles back, delivering a flapjack to MANSON on the top ropes the impact forces him back and Spyke releases the legs to hold MANSON by the waist and deliver s back cracking spine buster right in the center of the ring


Mak Francis



Suicide King



Spyke pops back up and looks around as the boos become deafening through the arena. He limps two steps back from MANSON and holds his own ribs as he takes deep breaths. Realizing he’s in the clear he races to the ropes putting as little pressure as he can on his right leg before stepping on the middle ropes while holding on the top rope to back flip on MANSON.


Mak Francis



Spyke connects, slamming on top of MANSON for the pin as the referee practically slides across the ring to make sure the shoulders touch the mat.







Manson’s shoulder barely pops up in time as an exhausted Spyke breaks the pin to look at his opponent in disbelief. He looks to Funaki next who’s signaling it was only a two count. Grimacing in pain as he gets back up Spyke limps over to Funaki, stepping over MANSON to argue about the count. Spyke accuses him of favoring the SWF superstar and doing a slow count. Funaki reassures he is the SWF Number One! Referee and that he’s just doing his job. Spyke grabs him by the shirt to threaten him but his eyes widen as he loses his balance and feels an arm cup his leg and roll him up from behind.


Mak Francis










Spyke squirms out of the roll up and backs into a corner where he watches Manson in disbelief and embarrassment. MANSON slowly makes his way back up but Spyke has other plans as he quickly gets back up and rushes to hit the Royal Deliverance once more on MANSON who returns to favor from the Spine buster, As Spyke goes for a clothesline he is lifted into the air when MANSON grabs him in a waist lock after catching him from the side and Saito suplexs him right on his shoulders. Spyke lays on the mat, not moving as the referee checks on him. Funaki looks like he’s about to signal for the EMT crew to come down as MANSON sits up and looks a little concerned as well. His expression quickly changes as the intent to win by pin fall is clearly seen on his face. He quickly gets to his feet and shoves Funaki out of the way to prop Spyke up into the seated position. Funaki gets back in his face but MANSON shoves him back and flips the bird as he picks Spyke up. His body supports all of Spykes weight as he gets him into the standing position.


Mak Francis

This could be it, this could be the end of the match up if MANSON hits the Instant Hell Murder!


MANSON with a quick elbow to the temple of Spyke sends the weakened DVS representative stumbling towards the corner turnbuckle. The referee checks on Spyke who stays in the corner hugging on the turnbuckle for support. MANSON looks around as the crowd is expressing their desire for a end to the match. MANSON stalks Spyke, Pulling him out of the corner. Spyke stumbles backwards as he’s being pulled by his pants to the center of the ring.


Suicide King

I think he may be going for the Rocky Mountain Hydro Grind!


The top turnbuckle padding falls from Spyke. Funaki rushes over and picks it up off the mat looking at the crowd in shock that Spyke removed it. He points to the padding and to the corner before heading back to tie it into place. With the referee distracted Spyke forcefully low blows MANSON with swift kick to the crotch.


Mak Francis



Suicide King

MANSON knows every dirty move in the book but Spyke knows how to capitalize on an opportunity.


The crowd uproars as Funaki continues to diligently tie the turnbuckle padding back into place. He misses the instant replay on the titantron that shows Spyke low blowing MANSON. Turning around and giving the fans a thumbs up to let them know everything is back under control he places his attention back on Spyke who switches positions by getting behind the prone MANSON. Putting one arm between the legs, the other arm on the shoulders he flips the Savage Messiah upside down and plants him on his head. MANSON pops up and falls back, laid out in the center of the ring as an exhausted Spyke wipes the sweat from his face, takes a deep breath and hooks the leg for the pin.


Mak Francis



Suicide King













Funaki signals for the bell and runs over to raise Spykes arm as he remains seated next to the laid out MANSON. Don’t You Wish You Were Me!? Blares on the loud speakers. Spyke snatches his arm away and looks over at MANSON, he grins and nods his head in expected disappointment before rolling out of the ring. The crowd erupts in anger as boos fill the arena. Funaki checks on MANSON as people near the ramp exit begin throwing stuff at Spyke as him limps up the ramp. He stops and objects keep flying his way as he smirks, continuing to nod his head as he places his hands on his way and makes his way to the back.

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The Commissioner’s makeshift office is nay more than a locker room with more comfortable furniture and some wall décor. Megan Syke is handing some papers to Landon Maddix, seated casually on a sofa, body sinking into it and legs spread wide.


“What’s all this?” Landon asks.


“Just paperwork, Landon. It should all be customary to you by now.”


“Well, I just—” a knock at the door pulls Landon’s attention away from the conversation. “Come in.”


Leo Breslin walks into the room and closes the door behind him. “Landon,” he says, acknowledging the commissioner with a nod. “Megan.”


“Ahh, Leo… how’re you doing fitting back into the federation you abandoned so long ago?”


“It didn’t go down like that, Landon. I had other, more important commitments.”


“I kid, of course. But, wait… you’re not here to quit, are you?”


“Landon,” Megan interjects. “I’m sure he wants to talk to you about what happened to his brother at Jamaican Me Crazy.”


“Yes! An impressive win over Munich, indeed. Maybe I should see how you fare in singles competition.”


“No, Landon,” Megan says. “It’s a bit more serious than the win.”


“Obviously. You mean the um… the clause, right? His shot at Insane Luchador? He’s got it, next show.”


“That’s the thing, Landon,” Leo says. “Luke’s not going to be cleared for the next show. Thank TKO for that.”


“That was horrendous, wasn’t it?! I mean, it was bad enough that Luke got his arm busted up by Munich. Then TKO just took is so much further. I mean, the blinding awamori! The belt to the bad arm! And then a tiger driver onto—”


“Landon,” Megan says as the disgust in Leo’s face begins to show more clearly. “I think maybe Leo wants you to do something about what happened to his brother.”


“A card? Flowers?”


“The match, Landon,” Leo says matter-of-factly


“Yes, yes. Luke will fight Insane Luchador. He’ll be better by Genesis, right?”


“He’ll be one-hundred percent by Genesis. But he doesn’t want Insane Luchador right now. He wants TKO. We want TKO. We want their titles.”


“Luke’s giving up a shot at the World Title to fight… TKO? Haven’t they proven their point already by—”


“They’ve proven a point, Landon… a point that counts for nothing but cowardice and an inability to face a challenge head-on, in true competitive fashion.”


“So… The Breslins versus TKO at Genesis for the Tag Titles? Can we do that, Megan? It wasn’t in the clause.”


Megan simply shrugs and shakes her head slowly. “It seems reasonable to me.”


“I don’t know,” Landon says quietly.


“It’s simple, really. Either let my brother and I take the gold from a hated and undeserving team, or let a federation freshman take the cherished Insane Luchador’s championship. Do you want to dilute the title to that again, Landon? I’m sure you want a bigger main event at the most important and jaw-dropping show in this federation’s history, right? I mean, I’m sure any commissioner would…”


Landon is sitting up by this time, his elbows on his knees and his hands folded. His eyes are glaring up at Leo, a mixture of defiance and acknowledgment. Megan looks back and forth between the two men, but the room remains silent.


“Give me a fight at the next show. Give us TKO at Genesis,” Leo says, turning and finding the door before exiting and allowing the scene to fade.

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"Can we move along?" asks Suicide King.


"Singles action coming up!" continues Mak Francis. "Two men who… really have no issues to speak of, actually. But this is the first meeting ever between these two men. Divefire, the former champion; set to go up against Tod James Stewart, who was victorious in tag team competition last month."


"Riiiight, against the DVS crew; who had all of diddly squat in terms of preparation time, as opposed to the Toronto boys who must've been notified of the match, like, a week in advance."


"Don't ever say diddly squat again." says Mak with a shudder. "One of the most celebrated cruiserweights in this company's history facing off with one of the most refined technical wrestlers we've seen so far. Let's go to the ring!"



Following the three bell cue, the man with the mic clears his throat and raises his tool of the trade up to his mouth.


"Ladies and gentlemen; the following singles contest is set for one fall!"


Upon the verbal cue, the arena lights fade to nothingness, making way for slight murmurs and fan speculation as to what is coming next. A mysterious soft female voice is the answer to their inquiry…


"It's time to burn…"


"Forfeit the game,


Stop the talk show,


Product of what,


You're taught to know,


Forfeit the game,


'Cus tomorrow,


When it's all done,


You reap what you sow!"


Under the tones of Vertical Limit's rendition of Linkin Park's Points Of Authority; a powerful roar of the flames engulfs the stage in a massive blaze, concealing it from view for all of three seconds. The fire slowly subsides, as you and I and everyone in the arena can spot the figure of the one man that would walk such a path before him. Dressed in his routine black leather jacket and shades that adorn him, the blazing competitor steps through the flame, power-walking down the aisle to his destination.


"First," begins Funyon. "Hailing from the United Kingdom, weighing in at 192 lbs. This – is – Diiiiiiive-fiiiiiiire!!"


With a quick hop, the man known as Divefire does a slide into the ring, where he quickly springs up to his feet. And with a double pump of the fists, all four corner posts erupt in a massive BOOM, startling referee Eddy Long. Except Funyon, though. Funyon don't flinch for nothin'.


The repercussions having put an end to Divefire's entrance, this makes way for The Beatles' Helter Skelter to take over the speaker system.


"When I get to the bottom, I go back to the top of the slide.


Where I stop and turn and I go for a ride.


Till I get to the bottom and I see you again


Yeah, yeah, yeah!"


As soon as the song kicks in, out marches one of two men associated with it. Wearing his newly printed black "Putting On A Wrestling Clinic" t-shirt, courtesy of Rawknight Designs, and clad in white tights with blue trim (a variant on his usual royal blue attire), the Canadian grappler appears most happy to once again be stepping into a North American arena.


"And his opponent." pursues the dapper announcer. "From Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Weighing in at 237 lbs. He is one half of the G.T.A. Fight Team: Tooood – Jaaaames – Stuart!!"


While the announcer retreats to his table, Tod Stuart stops at the top of the stage to point to a group of fans proudly holding up a large Canadian flag. He returns the gesture in kind as he offers the group a respectful adoration-style bow along with a fist raised in their direction. Once the deed is done, he can embark on his confident walk to the ring, stopping once or twice on the ramp to bump knuckles with several front row fans. Spotting the cameraman capturing his every movement from the ramp, he can't help himself but offer us a few words.


"First time ever! Myself versus the Mighty SWF Icon Divefire! Although people seem to forget that Mighty SWF Icons are my specialty! Just ask Fallout! If anyone can ever find him… Love you, girls!"


Sending his family a kiss through the magic of television waves, Tod Stuart walks up the ring steps and makes sure to wipe his boots on the ring apron before entering the ring. He walks a short distance across the mat and climbs on the nearest second rope he can find, offering another raise of the fist to the Miami populace, who respond with a respectable dose of cheering. Remaining atop his temporary perch, he scans the closest rows for the nearest young fan, and then wrestles out of his newly made t-shirt. He then rolls it up into a ball and tosses it towards his target, converting the garment into a present for one lucky Floridian kid.


As the Beatle hit comes to a stop, referee Eddy Long ushers Tod from his elevated position and beckons both men to approach center ring. After a quick reminder of the rules, Stuart respectfully puts out his hand while never taking his gaze away from his opponent.


"Ring the bell!" orders Eddy Long.


Upon the chime, the focused Divefire switches his glance towards the outstretched hand, and then back at the smiling Canadian. After two seconds of deliberation, Divefire offers the hand a polite slap as both men back away and begin circling each other.


"Great show of respect to start us off, promising what should be one hell of a match." notes Mak Francis. "Here we go, collar and elbow tie up in center ring."


Both competitors are locked in the initial position, neither giving an inch. That is until Stuart's leverage and size advantage comes into play, as he steps forward and backs his opponent into a corner.


"All right guys, step out!!" orders Eddy Long.


Having the five count issued, both wrestlers slowly unlock their arms and easily back away from each other. Commending both men on the clean break, Eddy Long waves them along to continue as he steps back to a neutral corner. A few more seconds of sizing up later, the two once again connect into a lock-up. Asserting his dominance once again, the larger Stuart quickly latches on an arm wringer and cinches it for good measure, immobilizing his opponent at the left arm. Sizing up his options, Divefire first tries to punch his way out of the hold, but the pressure on his limb quickly puts an end to those aspirations. Going for plan B, Divefire suddenly rolls forward to relieve the strain on his limb and just as quickly reverses the hold into an arm wringer of his own. Clearly not one to be outwrestled, Stuart quickly closes in the distance on his opponent by "turning" into the armbar and using his free arm to isolate Divefire by holding him at bay until both men are backed up towards the ropes. Ever observant, Eddy Long steps in once again with the obligatory five count.


Once further beckoned by the official, both competitors converge once again to center ring. They get set for another collar and elbow tie up, but Stuart is the quicker of the two as he switches gear and catches his opponent with a quick snapmare! Unable to counter to attack, the Englishman soon finds himself flipped over on his rear end. He doesn't even get to spot Stuart quickly leaving his feet and connecting with a dropkick to the back of his head! Holding the back of his cranium, Divefire feels himself pushed shoulders-down to the mat and the figure of Tod Stuart hovering over him with a lateral press.







Mere seconds after Divefire has shot up his shoulder, Stuart floats over and captures him with a front facelock, further preventing him from any offensive flurries. He eases him towards a set of ropes, releasing his facelock in the process. After having fired a pair of heavy forearm shots to the head in order to further stun him, Stuart grabs onto Divefire's wrist and yanks him forward into an Irish whip, but the smaller competitor shows his cast iron will by spinning his body around and sending the Canadian on the trip to the ropes instead. He quickly tosses himself down face first to the mat in an effort to trip him up, but Stuart easily hops over him as he rebounds from the ropes. His second tactic is leaping up with a leapfrog upon Stuart's return bounce. Tactic #3 finally compels him to bend down in an attempt at a back body drop, but the quick on his feet Tod puts on the brakes and sends up a sweeping kick that connects with Divefire's shoulder. Grabbing his head and arm into a uranage hold, Stuart quickly drives the back of 'Fire's head into his knee, pulls him back up and completes the move with an STO! He falls on top with another lateral press.







Maintaining his opponent's dazed state, Stuart fires off some more forearms to the head as to keep him in check. Once he has him up to a full standing position, he locks him into another arm twist, but this is merely a set-up to one of his signature moves. He fires off a series of shin kicks to the chest of his opponent, places his boot on the side of his head and throws himself on his back, connecting with the Slapshot! Wasting not one second, Stuart quickly shoots the half, into another pincover.







"Two count only." notes Mak Francis. "As the action is fast and furious right off the opening bell. Sound strategy on the part of Tod Stuart, using rapid moves and quick pinfall attempts."


"Don't forget who he's in there with." replies Suicide King. "Flamey's been around the block a couple times, and all the fancy technical wrestling won't intimidate him. He just needs to get in that one good shot on you in order to turn the tide."


Stuart continues isolating 'Fire with an armbar, once again backing him into a set of turnbuckles. Ever the fighter, Divefire begins a counter attack as he manages to find an opening and blasts Stuart on the head with a forearm of his own! While this succeeds in dazing the Canadian, he maintains the trapping arm bar. Divefire balls up his fist and fires away with a series of three to four hard right hands that finally succeed in releasing Stuart's grasp. Switching places, Stuart is now the one in the corner with Divefire on the attack. Drawing upon what works best for him, Divefire unleashes a striking flurry of offense in the form of several more elbow and forearm shots to the head. Finding Stuart sufficiently stunned, an Irish whip from Divefire manages to send him on a trip to the opposite turnbuckles. Without thinking, he charges, but that proves unwise as Stuart already has a boot up, colliding it with 'Fire's face and stopping his momentum. He then props himself up and seats himself on the top turnbuckle, awaiting the return of his staggering opponent. He latches on yet another front facelock and then leaps forward in preparation of his usual Tornado DDT, but Divefire actually has it well scouted! In mid move, he pushes Stuart above and off of him, resulting in the Canadian face planting down hard on the mat in front of him! Divefire makes the best of the situation presenting itself in front of him by darting forward and literally knocking the wind out of Tod Stuart with a diving front dropkick to the chest that floors the Canadian! For good measure, he drops a pair of legdrops across the collarbone to keep his opponent down.


"And that would be what I was talking about." confirms Suicide King. "Divefire is the perfect example of a competitor who knows just how to physically deconstruct a human being. He'll hit you hard, he'll kick your teeth in, he's not afraid to tie you up and hell, he'll even stretch you a little bit more than necesarry if he wants to.


Following the pair of legdrops, Divefire quickly pounces on top of Stuart for his own first cover attempt of the match.








As he had anticipated, Divefire barely reacts when Stuart lifts a defiant shoulder up to the skies. Moving as quick as his body allows him to, he decides to shift his focus to the legs. Holding Stuart's left foot in his hand, he begins furiously dropping a series of five to six elbows to the knee joint. He lets up, but maintaining his hold on Stuart's foot. This is so he can spin around and begin applying a very basic leg lock in order to isolate the limb. But any technical wrestler worth his skill is not about to let himself get tied up on the mat so easily; as Stuart uses his right leg as momentum to spin on his stomach, taking Divefire off his feet and culminating in some… sort of a roll up! Eddy Long is briefly stunned at having rarely seen this variation of the move, but is quick nonetheless to get near the shoulders and count.







After the ensuing kick-out, Tod Stuart is the quicker one to his feet and blasts the just-now-getting-up Divefire with a boot to the side of the head! With a bit of a sneer at his opponent's attempt at schooling him at what he does best, Tod takes a brief second to carefully flex his left leg in an attempt at getting some feeling back into it. He then picks up his opponent with a small handful of hair, easing him over to a set of ropes. He fires him off seemlessly with an Irish whip, rearing back for a mighty clothesline. The blow is quickly avoided as Divefire ducks under it and continues running the ropes. On the second bounce, the second intended attack is a back elbow, but this one is also ducked under by the Englishman. On the third bounce, Divefire finally leaps with all of his might with a crossbody, but he's caught! Making full use of the size difference between the two, Stuart muscles his opponent up into the fireman's carry position. Making sure to cradle his head and neck with his arm, Stuart aims for the nearest corner, and charges… driving the back of Divefire's head into the top turnbuckle! Holding onto the fireman's carry, Stuart pushes his opponent up into the air and then drops him face first onto that same turnbuckle. Before Divefire can crumble to the mat from the blow, he staggers into a rear waistlock from Tod and into a crushing German suplex, maintained into a bridge!










"Near fall once again as Divefire gets the shoulder up." notes Mak Francis. "Tod James Stuart has a very basic moveset that focuses on the head and neck, but he's also been known to improvise or borrow and modify some moves on the spot, just enough so that he doesn't get accused of stealing."


"That was almost a version of the famous Go 2 Sleep." retorts Suicide King. "Driving your knee full speed into an opponent's face is already vicious enough as it is. But then try substituting your knee with a hard, tangible solid surface like the freakin' corner of the ring, well then I feel pretty bad for Flamer's face."


Both men are back up to their feet; Divefire being a little slower in doing so. Stuart quickly hooks on another front facelock, a standing variation. Fully intending on delivering his Snap DDT, Divefire quickly feels that this isn't the ideal position he shouldn't be in. He charges forward and drives Tod's back into another set of turnbuckles in an attempt at freeing himself, but a series of stiff forearms to the shoulder blades from the Canadian are enough to put an end to those aspirations. Divefire then enacts Plan B, twisting his body out of the hold and countering with a knock out dose of Fire Kick! Rather than go for another attempt at a pinfall, Divefire opts to place his opponent in a position perpendicular to the turnbuckles. Using two quick leaps, the Englishman finds himself on the top rope. He raises his arms in order to get the full momentum, and leaps off; flipping over and landing the Divebomb! Now he floats over into a pincover, hooking the leg for good measure.










Raising a defiant fist, Tod Stuart wills his shoulder up to the skies, not ready to be defeated just yet. Maintaining his cast iron grip on his advantage, Divefire lifts up Stuart to his feet with his hair and brings him once again into his chosen place of offense; the corner of the ring. Noting his opponent's fully stunned status, he unleashes a mighty roar and lets loose with blinding speed the following striking combination to Stuart's head and body: jab, forearm, jab, forearm, back elbow, back elbow, Muay Thai clinch, knee to chest, knee, knee, european uppercut, european uppercut. Before Divefire can maintain this Fire Combination of sorts, referee Eddy Long steps in with his standard five-count. When Divefire fails to initially break at the count of 4, Long has to take it upon himself to physically remove the Englishman from the corner. After hearing out Long's tongue lashing, 'Fire casually acquiesces with a calming hand motion and a flat "Awright then". Grabbing onto Stuart's left wrist, he peels him out of the corner with yet another deceptively strong Irish whip that sends the Canadian into the opposite corner. He then takes a few steps back as if to get the maximum head start allowed to him by the confines of the ring, and then just as quickly dashes off with a sudden burst of speed. At three quarters of the ring, he leaps up with all of his might with a graceful leap, finally connecting with the Blast Off! This serves to sufficiently double over the Canadian grappler, enough so that Divefire eases him back into the corner and once again confidently takes a few steps back, intent on delivering a second Blast Off.


"I'm always impressed at the hang time displayed every time I see the Blast Off performed by Divefire." states Mak Francis. "That last one looks to have taken all of the wind out of Tod Stuart. If Divefire can hit this second one, he'll have definitely taken control of this match."


The Englishman dashes into a sprint once again and again launches himself from nearly halfway across the ring… but he's caught at the last second! Helplessly hovering in the air for all of two seconds, Divefire once again finds the painful arms of the canvas as Stuart drills him into the mat with a standing spinebuster! Attempting to build an offense of his own, Stuart takes a second to shake his thoughts to clarity, and then throws himself into the ropes. Bouncing back, he leaps off into the air, ready to drive the point of his knee into 'Fire's forehead… but hits nothing but mat as Divefire rolls out of the way! Back to his feet, Divefire finally grabs hold of Stuart's left leg for good and begins firing off a series of kicks and stomps to his opponent's knee. He doesn't give him the time to flinch from the blows as he clamps on a legbar and begins to furiously attempt to turn him over into a single leg crab, compensating for the size difference. Following a last burst of strength, Stuart is finally flipped over onto his stomach, trapped into the painful hold.


"I got to give it to him." states Suicide King. "Normally it's hard to feel out Divefire's strategery, because it tends to change from match to match. But once he picks it out, figures out your weakness; he'll stay on you till he gets bored. And let me tell you, Flamer's got a lot of patience and resolve. Like you must have when you're trying to reach that chip you dropped on the floor, Mak!"


Ignoring Eddy Long's (who's two inches away from his face) inquiries about his potential submission, the first thing on Tod James Stuart's mind is to crawl for that bottom rope that seems ever so close, yet ever so far away. This doesn't prove to be much of a chore, given the fact that he outweighs his opponent by a solid 45 lbs, despite his deceptive strength that's putting a major strain on his left knee at the moment. Digging in his forearms and grasping at the canvas, Tod Stuart slowly but surely inches himself closer to that elusive bottom rope. Using his reach advantage, Stuart makes one last lunge… and locks that rope into his iron grip!


"Rope! Come on, let 'im go, Dive!" orders Eddy Long.


The official begins his five count, but Divefire quickly releases his hold at 3, no longer wanting to raise the ire from the man in stripes.


"This is a very even match so far." says Mak. "Neither men can get a steady rhythm going. Tod Stuart's attempts at grounding Divefire have proved fruitless so far, while on the other hand Divefire has been trying to isolate Stuart's left knee and work on that, but the mat savvy and ring awareness of Tod Stuart has denied him right up until then."


Briefly cradling his aching knee, Tod Stuart has rolled under the bottom rope to the relative safety of the ring apron; but Divefire quickly walks over to grab two handfuls of Canadian hair in order to forcefully stand his opponent up to his feet. With nothing but the ring ropes separating the two, Stuart breaks free from the grasp and goes back to his most reliable weapon; a single, but heavy and hard hitting forearm blow to the side of the head. Not one to be outdone in his chosen style, Divefire can do nothing but shake his head clear and return fire with a heavy forearm of his own. This becomes a battle of wills as Stuart retaliates with a second even harder elbow that manages to stagger the Englishman briefly down to one knee. Willing himself out of this stupor, Divefire instinctively curls up the fingers on his left hand and flashes the palm. Unleashing another mighty battle roar, he swings for the fences with a weapon that never seems to fail him when it strikes. Almost seeing his life flash before his eyes, Tod James Stuart has studied enough past SWF and IGNWF data to know that the sight of Divefire's hand coming at you full speed is never a good thing. With both of his hands firmly anchored on the top rope, Stuart intentionally loses his footing and throws his body out of the path of the deadly strike and dodging the figurative bullet. Within the split-second that Divefire has hit nothing but air, Stuart has already muscled his entire body back to a standing position… and locks in the Silent Scream! Despite the irregularity of their positionning, the crowd explodes at the sight of the always effective and potentially dangerous chokehold.


Eddy Long furiously begins his count of five, letting Tod know what he already knows; that he can't win this standing on the ring apron. However, Stuart won't get to heed Long's warning as Divefire makes good uses of his rapidly fading air. Reaching blindly behind him, he grabs hold of Stuart's head and drops to a sitting position; crushing Stuart's throat against the rope! Once he's free from the deadly grasp, Divefire leaps off one foot, spins his hips around and connects with the instep of his right boot on the side of Stuart's head! His thoughts no longer clear, Stuart crumbles in a heap on the apron, and spills onto the arena floor.


"Divefire scores with the Tornado Kick!" exclaims Mak Francis. "This crowd's been split right up until now. We've just seen a tease of the Silent Scream and before that we've seen a tease of the Flame Out. We're witnessing two men who are intent on simply defeating the other. This is a hell of a match, and this crowd is into it!"


Eddy Long begins his count of ten, but Divefire calmly brushes him aside as he crosses the ropes in front of him in order to stand on the apron in turn. Spotting his opponent several feet in front of him, attempting to regain his footing on the ringside mats, trying to pull himself up with the aid of the ring skirt; 'Fire only has determined eyes for his opponents and beckons him on with the international hand gesture.


"C'mon, get up mate!!" orders the Englishman in a call picked up by the nearby ringside camera mic.


Stomping his boot on the ring apron, the general idea is that Divefire will treat Stuart's head like the figurative football and attempt to punt it several rows back. The moment when he executes himself is when things go wrong. Just as soon as he takes a two-step march forward, he feels a pair of hands wrap around his left ankle. His opponent's. Using the motion in his favor, Tod fiercely yanks Divefire's foot out from under him, causing him to unwillingly leap up in the air and come crashing down hard back and neck first, all the way down to the safety mats!! Everyone from the crowd, to the referee, to the ringside crew unleash a combination groan of surprise and awe at the fall just suffered by the Englishman!


"Did you see that?!" utters Mak Francise with a hint of shock and concern in his voice. "That's at least the height of a human being, and he just fell down that distance on the back of his HEAD!!"


"That was a hell of a fall!" retorts Suicide King. "But Tod Stuart can't just gawk at Divefire with that 'What have I done?' stare! Here is his ultimate chance and he's wasting it as Eddy Long is counting both men out of the ring!"


The sight in front of Stuart's eyes is of Divefire holding the back of his head and neck, arching his back, his face indelibly etched in agony. Finally breaking his trance, Stuart finally notices that Eddy Long has reached the count of 4, soon upon 5. What the hell. If he's gonna beat him, he's gonna beat him where it's meant to happen. Working fast against Long's count, Stuart grabs hold of Divefire by hooking him under the armpits, and rolls the nearly unconsious mass into the ring, breaking the count. Just as Long reaches 8, Stuart has rolled into the ring and hovers over Divefire with a lateral press. The crowd counts along.












"No!! Shoulder up!!" bellows the official, having caught the kick-out with his eagle eye.


While the crowd explodes at the last-second surge of courage and never-quit bravado, and at the sight of Divefire already on one knee; Tod Stuart could be flustered at the display in front of him. He could be arguing the count with Eddy Long, but he knows only one course of action will put his mind at ease. He just dealt the strongest of blows to his opponent, probably concussing him, and now he's watching him trying to get up. He can't help but be impressed, maybe even respect Divefire a little. Calmly walking over, he enlaces his arm around Divefire's, providing an anchor point and helping him to his feet.


If one looked closer, one could almost detect a look of gratitude from Divefire, but one could also find that Tod Stuart doesn't return the glance. With a quick change in demeanor; he immediately hooks him in an inverted fireman's carry position. Sweeping his legs out from under him, Stuart drives the back of Divefire's head into the mat! Stuart falls on top with another lateral press, hooking the leg.


"Brain Go Splat by Tod Stuart!!" bellows Mak. "This is nothing but a formality now!"
















As the bell rings, Funyon makes it official.


"Here is your winner: Tooood – Jaaaames – Stuart!!"


"What an impressive victory for Tod James Stuart." notes the Franchise while the slow-motion replay is unfolding. "Both men were evenly matched, until Tod got cut a huge break when he caused Divefire to take that nasty fall off the ring apron."


"That little handshake at the start was a show of respect between the two," replies the Gambling Man. "But that handshake is gonna be the last thing on Diver's mind for now. Tod Stuart is all about the respect, but as we've just seen, the one thing he truly does care about is defeating you and winning. This is what he taught to Daniel Smith, and this is what he teaches at the Wrestling Clinic. If I had a Christmas card list, this guy would be somewhere below you and Landon on the Ladder Of Priority. But he did a hell of a job defeating one of the most decorated veterans in this company and for that, I can't help but give him a nod of approval."


"High praise, King. High praise…" says Mak.


As Eddy Long gives him the customary 'raise-hand-and-point' to signity his victory; Tod Stuart can gain some comfort from the fact that he's one step further on his quest for self-acceptance. Despite the drawbacks and mis-steps of the past, the uncertain future lies ahead of him as he makes his way to the locker room area, slapping palms with a few fans along the way…

Edited by King Cucaracha

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"Welcome back to Ground Zero fans," Mak Francis announces while the camera pans across a packed Miami Arena is beautiful Miami, Florida, "Our next match is for the Cruiser-weight Title and should be quite a match." Mak shuffles some papers in front of him. "Taiga Star won a match way back at Next in Line, giving her this title shot."


Suicide King picks up where Mak leaves off. "Hollywood Spike Jenkins shouldn't have much to worry about in this match. I am confident he can show Taiga just how a man is a better title holder than a woman."





Funyon stands in the ring, ready to make the announcements. "Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one-fall, and is being fought under cruiser-weight rules, and is for the SWF Cruiser-weight Title!!"


The crowd cheers, anticipating the next match.


"The referee for this contest is Brian Warner."


Referee Warner waves from his corner and a handful of people actually cheer.


"Introducing first, the challenger. Weighing in at one hundred and 'none of your damn business' pounds and hailing from Helltown, Haverhill Massachusetts... TAIGAAA STARRRRR!!"





Be a Man starts up and the lights flash. The crowd cheers, and when the purple lasers kick in they pop. Taiga Star makes her way down the ramp, her usual camouflage cut offs replaced by slick pinstriped slacks of a similar shortness. With her she carries a small paper bag. She seems focused even as she slaps the hand of a few fans.


When she reaches the ring, she rolls in under the bottom rope then pops up, raising her arms high in the air and silently communicating her determination. She grabs her package (not that one, I mean the paper bag) and retreats to a corner where she begins to stretch idly.





"And introducing her opponent, he is the current, reigning, and defending SWF Cruiser-weight Champion... weighing in at two hundred and five pounds and hailing from Long Island, New York... HOLLYWOOOOD SPIKE JENKIIINSSS!!"





The lights begin to flicker around the arena as The Agony Scene's "Scapegoat" rumbles through the arena.


Abandon, broken and bleeding.

A feast for their eyes, a spectacle.

A martyr of the forsaken.

A scapegoat for their suffering.


Red strobe lights begin to flash at the top of the stage as the audience waits for their first glimpse at The New Straight Edge Sensation.


Burn Me Alive…











The crowd reacts with a loud negative pop as Hollywood Spike Jenkins steps out from behind the curtain. Jenkins stomps down the entrance ramp, his hoodie hiding his face under a shadow of darkness, all that shows is a cocky grin as he ignores the jeering of the audience.


Spike climbs the steps onto the apron, stands on the middle ropes, unzips his sweatshirt and tosses it aside. He mocks the crowd briefly before jumping into the ring and getting in Taiga's face. The referee tries to separate them, to get them into their corners so he can check them for the international objects.





Taiga puts her hands up, "Wait, wait!" she says. Returning to her corner, she retrieves the brown paper bag. "I have something for you."


Jenkins looks confused for a moment, as does Referee Warner. Taiga reaches into the bag and produces... a sandwich. "A turkey, ham, lettuce, tomato, and a bit of mayo, on rye."




Spike looks around and laughs at her. But Taiga is not laughing, looking at him with rejection. He doesn't want a sandwich? He asked for one a few weeks ago. Yes, Taiga is late on her delivery, but what does one expect from a woman lacking domestic skills like Taiga?


Sighing and thinking that nothing could really go wrong, he takes the bait... the sandwich. As he reaches for it, Taiga shoves the sandwich in his face!


Jenkins laughs, at first, picking slices of meat off his face. The ref is yelling at Taiga about the mess and tries in vain to pick it all up before it gets grounded into the canvas.


Spike pulls the ref aside and begins arguing that the sandwich is a foreign object and she should be disqualified. The referee argues back that the bell hasn't been rung yet, so it doesn't count. Jenkins is infuriated, itching to get his hands on Taiga. Referee Warner backs him into his corner though, checking him for foreign objects. He crosses the ring to check Taiga also, then calls for the bell.








Taiga and Spike engage in a staredown in the centre of the ring. Taiga stares intently up and Jenkins stares down. They back off a bit, circling around each other, staring and thinking about how to start the match. Spike stops and gets the ref's attention.


"You didn't check her boots."


Referee Warner claims that he did, but Spike is adamant about it. Warner goes to Taiga, who is shrugging her shoulders. She offers up her large, industrial-sized black boots for inspection once again. As the ref checks, Spike is pointing and demanding of him. He wants him to check the insides of the boots as well.





"Referee Brian Warner checked her boots before the bell," Mak Francis says, "He's a good referee and I'm sure he would have caught anything illegal. He is a qualified and experienced at his chosen profession."


"I don't blame Spike Jenkins for wanting a complete search though. Have you seen Taiga Star's boots lately?" Suicide King asks, "They're huge and scary and quite possibly could be loaded."





The referee has Taiga's boots off, shaking them upside down as she stands there in ridiculous striped toe socks. When Jenkins is satisfied with the search, Taiga puts the boots back on, making quick work of the laces and buckles. Mister Warner asks the wrestlers to start wrestling already.


Again, Taiga and Spike circle each other, each silently daring the other to dish out the first move. Which Taiga does, in the form of offering a knuckle lock.





"What on Earth is she doing? Jenkins has the obvious height advantage in this contest." King scoffs. "I'm not too sure about the weight advantage however..."





Spike can't believe it, looking at Taiga with a cocky smirk. He looks at the crowd even though he cares not what they think. Finally he gives in, locking fingers with her, one hand at a time.


After their fingers are locked, Taiga... stomps on Spike's foot! He hops around as Taiga grabs his arm and twists it with a wrist-lock. Spike pats his shoulder then rolls out of it, reversing it into a wrist-lock of his own. Taiga rolls out of it, much in the same way that Spike did, then rolls out between his legs and pops to her feet.


Spike just stands there, laughing to himself. Slowly he turns around to face her. This time, it is Spike that offers up the knuckle lock. They lace fingers, one hand after the other... and Taiga stomps on his other foot! As he hops around, she twists his arm into another wrist-lock. Spike jerks his hand out of her grip and gets in her face.





"I don't think Hollywood liked getting huniliated... twice at that." Mak says.


"Well... would you?" King retorts.





Spike sneers and shoves her hard. Taiga stumbles back some, looks up, and grins. Jenkins charges at her with a collar and elbow tie-up. Taiga pushes back against him for all it's worth, but she is giving up almost a foot in height, and Jenkins easily has her backed into the corner. Referee Warren counts...






Three... Spike seems to be considering backing away cleanly.


Four... But he instead slaps her across the face. Not hard or even stinging, more of a gesture of disrespect to his opponent. The referee backs him away as the crowd boos.




Taiga smirks, cracks her neck, rubs her cheek a little, glares across the ring in amusement at Mister Jenkins. She goes for him with a collar and elbow of her own... when she quickly runs around behind him for a waist-lock. Spike tries to elbow his way out of it...


...And Taiga picks him up and takes him down, flat onto the mat face first!! She sits on his back and slaps the back of his head in the same humiliating way that she was slapped in the face, then tries to lock in some sort of chin-lock. Spike gets away easily and Taiga is up on her feet quickly. Taiga charges for Jenkins... but he backs away and gets himself into the ropes, forcing the ref to back her up.




Taiga paces in the middle of the ring, looking anxious and ready to go. Jenkins takes his time getting back into the ring, stretching out his arms and fixing his hair. When he steps into the ring, Taiga offers up another knuckle lock.





Spike shakes his head no, there's no way he is falling for that again!


And as he's saying this... Taiga stomps on his foot!




Jenkins lunges at her but she grabs him in a headlock. As she cranks away, Jenkins shoves at her and eventually pushes her off the ropes. She bounces off and ducks under Spike's clothesline. She runs off the opposite ropes and ducks another clothesline. On the third pass, Jenkins stops her short with a solid shoulder tackle! Taiga stumbles back but manages not to loose her footing.


Spike grins and slaps his shoulder, daring her to run off the ropes and try it again. Taiga thinks about it for a second. The she gets up a head of steam... turns to run off the ropes...


...And turns around to grab another head-lock! She cranks away until Jenkins picks her up. Taiga doesn't let go, and manages a headlock take-down!


Spike kicks his legs, swings them back and forth, but Taiga holds firm. He swings one leg up and manages to get it around her head, getting her off the headlock with a leg-lock.


Taiga allows this for about three seconds before rolling herself backward, making Spike open his legs just enough for her to slip out. Which she does. Taiga pops to her feet at the same time Spike does a kip-up. They have another staredown and the crowd pops!!!!





Mak Francis pops along with them. "These two can't seem to get the upper hand on each other!"


King turns to his broadcast colleague. "Hollywood Spike Jenkins seems to be getting a little sick of Taiga Star and her one-uppmen-ship. I would be too, having a girl getting the best of me like that."


"It also seems like Taiga is getting a little sick of not being taken seriously. She has proved on several occasions that she is a worthy, even vicious opponent."





The competitors get into an intense staredown. Taiga is seen mouthing something to Spike, so low that no one will ever know what was said. She smirks widely and mockingly. Spike smirks back, before slapping her outright across the face!





"How disrespectful!" Mak exclaims.





Taiga just stands there, barely selling the stinging strike. She rears back with a fist...


...And hooks her arm around his neck, taking him with another side headlock take-down!! Jenkins gets out of it, again, by swinging his leg up and trapping her head in a leg-lock. Taiga, again, gets out of it by rolling backward. And again, they both get to their feet in their respective manners!



The crowd pops again!!



They don't waste any time getting face to face again, where Taiga is met with another stiff slap to the face!!





"Just like a woman to come back to get slapped."


"KING!" Mak shouts.





Taiga gets in... that's right... a side headlock take-down.





"Where have I seen this before?" asks King.





Jenkins is sick of the bullshit and just throws Taiga off himself on one quick burst. They both scramble to their feet and before she can blink, Spike slaps her again!!


Taiga stops dead in her tracks, smiling and pointing to herself. "You're gonna have to hit me harder than that."





"OOOOOOOOHH!!!" goes the crowd.





Spike laughs and plows her with a forearm.


"Come on!"


She gets forearmed again.


"Hit me harder bitch!"


Jenkins wails away at her, three forearms followed with an uppercut!!


Taiga practically growls, throwing her fists to the canvass before attacking Spike with a flurry of chops! And punches! Alternating! Chop! Punch! Chop! Punch! Chop! Punch!



She has Jenkins backed into the ropes by this time, and she leans into him, pushing him over the top rope and wrapping his arms around it. This leaves him open for some serious chops, which Taiga seems more than happy to deliver to him, leaving little lefty hand-prints in his chest.



Jenkins returns the favor by laying in some brutal chops of his own WOOOOOO! Strong enough to send her back WOOOOOOO! Taiga then lands in some even harder chops!! She shoves him into the corner then shoulder tackles him a few times in the midsection!!




Then Taiga gets one good chop in before getting her eyes raked!





"Now, that was just uncalled for!" Mak shouts.


"To be fair, she did call him a bitch."





Referee Warner scolds Hollywood Jenkins for the move, reminding him that it is an illegal maneuver. Taiga is holding her eyes with one hand and groping about with her other. Spike takes the chance to kick her in the head with a simple kick, taking her down to her knees. Then he gets in a vicious combination of two kicks to the chest, followed by a kick to the face!! The crowd actually boos a little at Jenkins getting the upper hand by devious means. He goes for a lackadaisical cover...








Taiga easily kicks out. Jenkins picks her up by the arm and lays in two palm strikes, followed by a brutal back-fist!!





"The Shotei combo!!" Mak exclaims.





Jenkins then picks her up overhead and deposits her with a back body drop. He hooks a leg...








Taiga gets the shoulder up. Spike pulls her up and whips her hard into the corner, following her in with a forearm, then bulldogging her out of the corner, right onto her face! Jenkins is on top of her, grinding his forearm into her face, drawing the ire of the referee.




As Mister Warner counts, Taiga manages to shove Jenkins. Hard. With her palm to the side of his head. This gets Spike up and away from her. Now that Spike is up, he stomps on Taiga's face and torso!


He pulls her up by the hair and insultingly slaps her again before whipping her into the corner, where she lands hard. She turns around into a brutal Yakuza kick!!



And if that kick didn't take her face off, the series of boot scrapes in the corner do. After several passes of his boot, he still deems that Taiga's face has not been washed enough... so he runs across the ring and lands a double-foot face-wash, sliding out of the ring between the ropes as he completely removes Taiga's face!!!




Now that Jenkins is outside, he goes to work on pulling Taiga's arms back, trying to wrap them around the ring post in the opposite direction of which they bend. Taiga screams out, kicking her feet in protest. Referee Warner hops out of the ring and demands that Spike releases the hold.








Four... Spike finally lets go. Taiga's arms fly back into the ring, and she crosses them across her chest, babying them. She attempts to roll out of the corner but Jenkins grabs a hold of one of her feet. Taiga tries to kick away but Spike holds firm and yanks, pulling her completely out of the ring. She lands unceremoniously in a heap on the floor.



Brian Warner slides back into the ring and starts the count.






Jenkins stands proudly with his arms raised, smiling at his accomplishments as he soaks up the crowd's jeering. Taiga is to her knees, crawling, reaching up to the apron.






Jenkins waits, stalking her like prey, watching as she stumbles up. Spike makes his move, grabbing her by the back of the head and slamming her face off the apron!!






Taiga stumbles right into Spike's waiting arms. He hoists her up with one arm around her neck, and the other arm up between her legs. He walks casually over to the ring post... where he rams her exposed back into it!!






Taiga screams out, trying to fight out of it but not having much success. Jenkins laughs out loud as a kid in the front row screams an insult about Hollywood Jenkins' manliness.






Jenkins backs up... and rams her into the steel edge one more time before dropping her! Jenkins just stands there a moment, watching her writhe on the floor, trying to ride out the waves of pain.






Spike spies an empty chair near the time keeper's table. Grabbing it, he sets it up in the corner and casually makes his way back to his opponent.






Taiga is pulled up by her hair and lead to the chair, where she seems almost relieved to sit down. It doesn't last though as she receives several stiff kicks to the chest!






As Taiga sits on the chair in a daze, Jenkins backs up to the other corner. The crowd roars, knowing what is coming. Spike runs toward Taiga and lands one of the most brutal kicks heard in months, not only taking Taiga's head clear off but sending her flying into the barricade, where she leaves a slight dent!!!






The crowd is crazy. "HOLL-LY-WOOD! HOLL-LY-WOOD! HOLL-LY-WOOD!" is heard echoing through the Miami Arena.






Jenkins slides back into the ring, taking his sweet time with the process.






Taiga is barely stirring, her head down on the floor and her legs still on the chair. She reaches to grab her head and notices fresh blood pouring from her forehead.






Reaching for her head, Taiga picks it up and reattaches it to her body. She didn't feel the throbbing headache until then.






The crowd starts The Clap, slowly building up speed, stirring Taiga to grab the barricade to pull herself up...






...But she stumbles once again. Jenkins paces in the ring, yelling at the ref to count faster. Taiga uses the chair to get to her knees.






The crowd cheers her on, exasperating Spike, who paces faster, yelling at the crowd to shut up.






Taiga screams, a feral sound, and forces herself to her feet. The crowd pops! Spike is amazed!






Taiga stumbles over to the apron, using it to lean on for a moment. Spike begins to charge at her, but the ref stops him. Taiga rolls slowly into the ring.



Jenkins gives her .38 seconds before getting right on her, pulling her up and locking in a half nelson. He shakes her in it, making her flail about like a rag doll. The he picks her up and brings her down across his knees!!





"What a half nelson back-breaker there! Taiga Star's back has taken a lot of punishment in the last few minutes of this match." Mak says.





Jenkins picks her up again, jumps up, and drives his knees into her front-side with a gutbuster!! Spike hooks a leg...







THR.... Taiga gets the shoulder up!!! Spike questions the ref in disbelief. Taiga barely gets to her knees before Jenkins runs in with a vicious Dangerous Wizard to the back of her head!! He covers her again, hooking both legs...








THR... NO! Taiga just barely kicks out.




Spike is furious, but waits for Taiga to get to her knees. He stands in front of her, crotch to her face, slightly mocking the position that they are in. He grabs her by the hair for a moment, smiling evilly before kicking her in the chest.


Jenkins backs away and goes for another Dangerous Wizard, but Taiga catches his foot before it connects. She kicks him hard! Twice! In the inner thigh region! Then she takes him down with a dragon screw leg whip! Both competitors lay on the mat as the cheers fill the arena!





"I don't know if Taiga can take advantage here. She needs to get on him if she wants to win this match!" King says.





Taiga can't take advantage, still laying around on the mat, bleeding and sore. Spike is also rolling around on the mat, but he gets to his feet first. He wanders over to her, picks her up, and forearms her hard. Taiga rears back and delivers a forearm of her own! They trade forearms for a few moments before Spike rears around for a spinning backfist... which Taiga ducks!



But she doesn't duck the second one, which catches her by surprise, slapping the taste out of her mouth! Before she falls to the mat, Spike grabs her midsection and throws her over with a release suplex! Then he picks her up and drops her on her head with a brain-buster!!! He rolls her into a pin...







TH... Taiga kicks out!




Before Taiga has a chance to get up, and without arguing with the ref, Jenkins goes to work on Taiga. He picks her up and brings her across his knee with a back-breaker!


Then he shifts and brings her chest first across his knee!


Then he picks her up, tells her to stay down already, and sets up for The Fall of Rome, grabbing her head with a front face-lock, turning it into a swinging neck-breaker!!


If that wasn't enough, Spike floats over and locks in... The Silver Lining!! Taiga screams and tries to break free, but she is locked in tightly. Blood trickles down her face and into her mouth, staining her gritted teeth.





"Look at how he's trying to bend her back with that move, King. He's been focused on that back, softening it up for any one of his signature maneuvers."


King is watching the action in interest. "And with the way she is being choked like that, I don't see her hanging on much longer."





Taiga screams out some strangled syllables, kicking her legs and using her free arm to strike at his tightly locked arm. But she is obviously showing the effects of the hold. Her movement slows as Jenkins cranks away at the hold. He yells at her to give up.


The referee, who has been asking Taiga if she wants to give up, notices that she has started to become unresponsive. Spike yells at him to check her arm. The ref asks Taiga if she is okay and waves his hand in front of her face, making Spike yell. "Check her arm!!"




Referee Warner raises her arm and carefully lets go. It hits the mat. ONE!


He again raises her arm, holding it up firmly, just to watch it fall again upon release. TWO!


Third time, he holds Taiga's arm up. It falls... to the mat... nearly touching it... but the hand stops! Taiga shakes her fist, still in the contest!!




Jenkins screams at her to give up for her health! But Taiga, stubborn as always, continues to wiggle and squirm herself toward the ropes. She reaches out with her free hand... too far, much too far. Spike takes the cue to pull her further into the middle of the ring!!


Spike moving her like that inadvertently turns her legs so they are close to the ropes. Taiga kicks... and kicks... and wiggles... and makes it just enough for her toes to touch the bottom rope! The ref counts the rope break.










....Spike reluctantly lets go, as Taiga pulls herself closer to the rope, clinging to it for dear life, trying to wipe some of the blood from her eyes in the process. Jenkins shoves the ref out of the way and goes to kick Taiga out of the ring with a baseball slide... Which Taiga completely misses by pulling herself around, under the ropes, and to the left!!




Jenkins rolls on the floor and gets to his feet quickly. Taiga manages to get herself up, and attempts a baseball slide of her own, to connect with Spike's head on the outside. At the last second though he moves out of the way... and Taiga catches the movement in time to change her momentum, clinging to the bottom rope and rolling herself back under it. She rolls to her feet, and as soon as Spike rolls back into the ring, she lays the boots in on him!!





"This is the first offense Miss Star has seen in several long minutes!" Mak says.





Taiga continues raining the boots down on him, even as Jenkins tries to crawl out of the way. He seeks solace in the corner, but Taiga is relentless. She continues kicking away even as Spike gets himself standing in the corner. Then she lifts her leg and chokes him out with her boot. The referee counts










Fiv... Taiga finally releases before she is disqualified. She snapmares him out of the corner and dishes out a stiff dragon kick to his back! Which Spike is not amused with and shows it by getting up and facing her.




Taiga strikes first, landing an uppercut. Jenkins returns with a forearm. Taiga follows up with a forearm of her own, then Jenkins fores off an uppercut of his own. Taiga with a brutal slap to the face. Spike with another uppercut, after that Taiga lands in another straight up slap across his face, this time in the opposite direction.


Jenkins grabs two handfuls of her hair and delivers the strongest head-BUTT he can muster. This makes Taiga stop, shoot her head up, and grin widely. He tries another head-BUTT, and Taiga doesn't move. Jenkins realizes too late that head-butts are ineffective on the woman... and he gets several vicious head-butts in return... each louder than the last... the sound of skull on skull echo through the place!!!




Blood is now smeared over his head, transfered from Taiga's wound. Getting behind Jenkins and hooking the arms, she drops him with a full nelson suplex! Spike rolls to his feet, grabs Taiga, and drops her with a back body drop! Taiga rolls to her feet, grabs her opponent, and drops him with a Samoan drop!! Which Spike rolls to his feet after!!




Spike roars and it echos around the arena, making the formerly buzzing crowd hush is amazement and fear. Even Taiga stops in her tracks for a moment, before lunging for him and grabbing him around the waist. Spike fights it and reverses and tries to lift Taiga. But she falls to a knee, stopping him. While she is down there, he tucks her head between his legs and starts to go for a pedigree... Taiga kicks out, but Spike still has her arms hooked. Taiga attempts to pick him up to drop him back, but Spike fights it.



Eventually they separate and Taiga runs at him, trying to get some sort of neck-breaker on her opponent.


Jenkins reverses.


And grabs her in a swinging front face STO, landing her face first into the mat!!





"The Shotgun Message!!" King exclaims. "That's his finisher, so there's no way Taiga is going to kick out!"


"I don't know, King, she might be able to if Spike Jenkins doesn't cover her quickly!"





Which he is not, rolling about on the mat, selling the brief onslaught of head-butts and strikes. He crawls a bit, then rolls over to Taiga, hooking her legs and flipping back into a jackknife pin...













Suddenly everything seems to be in slow motion. The crowd, the match, the referee's hand coming down to the mat seems suspended in time.




His hand comes closer...




and closer...




ready to make it to the three count...




and right at the last possible second...




"TAIGA KICKS OUT! TAIGA KICKS OUT!" Mak screams and would have jumped from his chair!!


King does, however, jump up instead, uncharacteristic of the heel commentator. "I can't believe she kicked out of that! With all the punishment she's taken in this match, she still has some gas left in the tank!"





Jenkins pulls his hair and yells out. He storms up and chases the ref, who backs away. Spike has the ref in the corner, yelling at him for not counting to three and announcing him the winner. The ref argues back that it was not his count that was wrong, it was that Taiga got her shoulder up before three.


While the argument commences, Taiga manages to pull herself to her feet. She wipes some more blood out of her eyes with her shirt, leaving it streaked over more of her face than before. She sneaks up behind Spike, who is still berating the ref in the corner.




She taps him on the shoulder. When Jenkins turns around, he is met with another vicious, thudding head-BUTT! Taiga then swings him into the ropes, attempting to take him down with the big boot on his rebound. But Spike actually ducks this, runs off the opposite side... runs back to Taiga...



...She steps aside, tripping him down to the mat!! He lands face first, and a trickle of blood comes from his nose. He reaches up to inspect his injured proboscis and Taiga stomps on the back of his head, sending his face into the mat once more!!


She then gets to work on his legs and quickly has them both grape vined around one of her legs. Without wasting any time, she has his arms pulled back... her leg lifted... and soon his face meets the mat with a brutal curb stomp!! The crowd cheers and yells!




"ONE MORE TIME! ONE MORE TIME! ONE MORE TIME!" The crowd shouts in unison. Taiga obliges their pleas, pulls back on his arms one more time... then again stomps the back of his head with an insane CURB STOMP!!! She falls to the mat, releasing his legs. She rolls him into a crucifix pin...










...THRE....EEE....NOOOO!!! Spike kicks out!!! His nose is now dripping blood at a much faster pace than before.



Both wrestlers roll around on the mat, bleeding and trying to get up. The referee starts to count them both down. Slowly they both move. The crowd is cheering, clapping, and stomping along in a beat that fills the arena with energy, stirring the competitors up to their hands and knees.



Jenkins and Taiga crawl to each other and meet in the centre of the ring. Remaining on their knees, they once again find themselves staring each other down... though on their knees, they are of a more even height.



Taiga puts her hands up and makes a gesture, inviting Jenkins to bring the first strike. Spike has no problems with this, landing an elbow to her head. Taiga replies with an elbow of her own. Spike drills her with a forearm, Taiga does the same to him. Spike with an uppercut.... Taiga with an uppercut. Jenkins snarls and lands three powerful uppercuts in! a! row!!!


Taiga is reeling, out on her knees. Spike rears back with a fist, preparing to striker her again... but Taiga grabs his fist before it connects to her face! She screams out, twisting his hand around in a painful way. This distracts him just enough for her to land in one of her favourite strikes...



...A head-BUTT to Jenkins! And another! One more, a little mis-aimed, landing on his face more than his head. This doesn't bother her however, as it just damages his face further. She begins to get to her feet, peppering Jenkins with head-butts the entire time!!




She pulls up on Spike by the hair and whips him into the corner, where he lands hard. She runs in with a Yakuza... just to have get his leg up at the same time! By virtue of having longer legs, his boot connects with her face first!!


...But Taiga turns around, seemingly out on her feet... runs into the corner again... and finally gets her Yakuza in!! She collapses on the equally as lifeless body of Jenkins, taking a moment to breathe.


Taiga gets moving before Jenkins though, and uses this to her advantage as she tucks his head under her arm... backs out of the corner... and goes for a...


...Whatever she goes for is being fought off with determination by Jenkins. They struggle for more than a few moments, Taiga never releasing his head, and Spike trying with all his might to push her off. Taiga wins out however, and plants Spike on his head with an Implant DDT!!




Spike rolls to his feet, but is obviously on dream street. Taiga grabs the back of his head and tucks it between her legs. In an echo of a similar situation they were in earlier in the match, they fight for the position. Taiga tries to pick him up for a power-bomb, but Spike gets to a knee, stopping her.



With one great shout, Taiga actually manages to get Spike up on her shoulders and it ready to slam him to the mat... but Spike punches her head several times. He leans back, tries desperately to get in some sort of head scissors. Taiga doesn't allow this, and drops him awkwardly on his head. From there she wastes no time picking him up again... and instead of a power-bomb, she drops him on his head instead with a classic PILEDRIVER!!!





"We've seen her use this move before, King, it's her favourtie way to set up for her finisher."





Even though she is stumbling, blinded by blood and fueled by rage, she makes her way to the corner and scales the turnbuckle. Once on the top she seems woozy, almost unable to keep her balance. She doesn't care, and throws her body anyway, jumping off the top and landing on the chest and stomach of Spike Jenkins with her top rope DOUBLE STOMP!!


Taiga rolls him up in a complicated pinning combination...






"That's it, that was her finisher!" Mak squawks.






"Kick out, Spike, kick out!!" King urges.







Referee Warner calls for the bell!








Before Funyon can make the announcement, the crowd erupts with screaming and cheering for the BRAND NEW CRUISER-WEIGHT CHAMPION!!



Though taiga isn't looking like much of a champion, layed out on the mat in a bloody heap... which is exactly how Jenkins is layed out.



"Ladies and Gentlemen.... the winner of your match... and your NEW SWF CRUISER-WEIGHT CHAMPION... TAIGAAAA STARRRRR!!!" Funyon seems pleased to be making the announcement as Be a Man reprises.




As soon as it is heard over the loudspeakers that he had not retained the title, Jenkins scrambles to his feet in a rage. He stumbles over to where Taiga is still layed out and starts to take the boots to her, stomping away like a madman. The referee tries to stop him, but Spike shoves him away. He goes back to stomping, and Taiga grabs his foot, taking him down to the mat, where he slams his face into it again.




At once they are brawling, rolling around on the mat exchanging blows (not like that!) and wailing away at each other. From the back come running referees Hall and Slapowich, along with a small gathering of trainers, medics, and jobbers.


The jobbers slide into the ring first, to try and break up the former and new champs. They have difficulty until the referees get involved. Finally their fight is broken up, three jobbers and Referee Hall holding Jenkins in one corner, while a medic and Referee Slapowich hold Taiga in the opposite corner.




The medic tries looking at the gaping wound in Taiga's head. As he does, Jenkins manages to fight his way out of his corner and gets back to Taiga!!


The rest of the medics and jobbers work on Jenkins, pulling him away from the new Cruiser-weight champion, tackling him to the mat, dragging him out of the ring under the bottom rope, and struggle to get him up the ramp. He screams out in a level everyone can hear, "I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS BITCH!!"




Back in the ring, referee Slapowich holds taiga up as Referee Warner retrieves the SWF Cruiser-weight title from the timekeeper's table and presents it to her. Taiga's eyes are a bit glazed over, and she seems to think she is on another planet. Why is this man in a striped shirt handing her a title?


"I won?"


It doesn't seem real, even as the holds the belt, her bloody face reflecting in the golden surface.


"I won!!"


Her face lights up like a child on Christmas morning. She dances around a little, smiling and looking genuinely surprised and happy at the same time. As she celebrates her win with more wobbling than jumping around, the commentators say a few last words.





"And Ground Zero sees a new SWF Cruiser-weight Champion in one Taiga Star! What a brutal match she had, being dominated by Hollywood Jenkins for most of it. But in the end, it only took a few key moves to shock us all with the victory over the cocky and arrogant Spike."


King sighs, wondering why Mak is putting her over as so. "Taiga Star was just lucky tonight, Mak. If Jenkins didn't make that mistake, she would have never been able to steal the win like she did."


Mak Francis raises an eyebrow. "Mistake? What mistake?"


"I don't exactly remember. I'm going to have to review the tape at a later time. But Jenkins must have made a mistake somewhere, or he would have never lost."





Taiga is still celebrating in the ring as the scene fades into the next segment.

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Funyon stands outside the ring, mic in hand as the mighty steel structure slowly lowers over the ring area. Holding his microphone to his lips the SWF's ring announcer calls out to the crowd, “The following match is scheduled for ONE fall and is under SWF HELL IN A CELL NO ESCAPE RULES for the SWF HEAVYWEIGHT CHAAAAAAAAAAMPIONSHIP OF THE WOOOOOOOOORLD!”


The arena lights dim and smoke fills the entrance gate. The shouts of Savage fill the arena as “Not Many (The Remix)” begins playing across the PA...


PITO SUTE AKILANGI! (It's the remix!)

It ain't good... It ain't good 'cuz you'll get jumped in my hood!


It ain't good... It ain't good 'cuz you'll get jumped in my hood!


...and Va'aiga steps out of the entrance area, throwing his famous Boo-Yah punch combination before throwing back the hood of his entrance robe and throwing the Shaka sign to the crowd. Funyon continues, “Introducing first, the challenger, hailing from Rotorua, Aotearoa, weighing in tonight at 350lbs, he is The Maori Badass VAAAAAAAA'AAAAAIIIIIIIIIIGA!” The crowd pops for the announcement of the Maori and Va'aiga nods to his fans as he walks down to ringside and steps through the door of the steel cell. The Maori bounces back and forth on his toes, warming up as he awaits his opposition for the evening.


“And his opponent, he is YOUR SWF Heavyweight Champion, hailing from Easton, Pennsylvania, weighing in tonight at 225lbs, YOUR PSYCHOTIC HERO THE INSAAAAAAAAAAANE LUUUUUUUCHADOR!”


Red lighting and strobes pierce the darkness of the entrance area and the crowd hushes, waiting for The Ill One to make his entrance. Layne Staley's voice cuts through the atmosphere like a knife.


I'm the man in the box,

Buried in my shit.

Won't you come and save me?

Save me.


The music builds to a crescendo as the chorus hits



Now you're so damn sure,


Deny your maker


And The Insane Luchador comes sprinting out of the entrance gate down to the door of the steel cell. “This is it, King,” introduces Mak Francis, “The world title is up for grabs in one of the SWF's most violent matches!”


“It's no DQ once you're inside that cell, Francis,” replies King, “And these are two guys who have no respect for the other guy's physical well being. Scientific wrestling is on the back burner here – it's time for violence.”


Not wanting to waste a second, both The Ill One and The Maori Badass rush to the centre of the ring. The Insane Luchador opens the war with a fierce elbow shot to Va'aiga's chin, which causes the Maori to growl menacingly. After a brief pause Va'aiga fires back with an elbow of his own, rocking IL's head back but the determined champ sucks it up and fires a second elbow back of his own. The crowd amuse themselves with a duelling “LETS GO IL!” and “VAH-ING-UH!” chant as Va'aiga fires back again. IL closes the gap and launches an elbow again, Va'aiga grunting and rubbing the side of his face in a kind of dismissive fashion before pulling his arm back and lunching one of his massive jabs at the Luchador, IL dodging to a side and countering by grabbing Va'aiga by the wrist and slinging the Maori into the ropes. IL watches for the Maori rebounding at him and leapfrogs as Va'aiga goes low with a tackle attempt, the Maori sliding forwards before quickly regaining his feet. Va'aiga turns to face IL and both men walk slowly towards each other, Va'aiga hurling abuse in Maori.


“The sheer tenacity of The Insane Luchador has always been one of his greatest weapons,” comments Mak.


“IL can take one hell of a beating,” replies King, “Which is lucky for him as Va'aiga can certainly hand a beating out.”


Leading with the left as usual, Va'aiga launches another left jab at the Ill One's face, however IL is quicker again and counters the blow by clutching hold of the Maori's wrist. The Luchador twists and folds Va'aiga's arm backwards in a hammerlock but Va'aiga powers out, reversing the hold and launching IL to the far ropes. The Ill One bounces off and is forced to slide between the Maori's legs as Va'aiga shapes again for a shoulder block. IL rolls through to regain his footing and using the momentum, springboards off the middle rope and twists his body, spreading out. The flying cross body lands IL flat against Va'aiga's massive barrel chest, and the Maori extends his arms out, barely flinching from the move and catches his cruiserweight foe. Va'aiga shakes his heed in a “Not Today!” fashion and backs off towards the ropes, called as a “MAORI DROP ATTEMPT!” by Mak Francis, IL countering AGAIN however by worming a little free, swinging his legs out and attempting a Mexican Arm Drag, but with the odd angle Va'aiga just shrugs IL off, the Ill One quickly hopping back to his feet. Both men square off again and the crowd pops with a MASSIVE cheer.


“Neither man can gain the upper hand it seems, King,” adds Mak Francis.


King replies with a smirk, “A more technical wrestler might have tried some flash pins to try and steal this but these guys are just going to have to work out a way to start laying the hurt on.”


Looking to force the pace a little IL circles Va'aiga quickly, hoping to get a good angle of attack on his massive Maori opponent. After manoeuvring himself around the side of the Maori, The Ill One lashes in a leg kick making the Maori flinch. A second kick into Va'aiga's huge chest sets up a third to the Maori's shoulder. IL pumps his fist and spins back across the front of the Maori and swings the back of his fist at Va'aiga's head... but the Maori ducks and PLANTS IL down with a vicious back suplex! Va'aiga hops to his feet, throws the Shala sign high and shouts, “BOO-YAH!” The crowd echoes the call.


“Oooh... that looked nasty,” comments King, “Insane Luchador's back bounced off the canvas with a vicious snap.”


Standing over the downed Luchador, Va'aiga composes his self before falling down to canvas level and headbutting IL in the sternum. The Maori hooks IL's leg and Matthew Kivell drop to count...




ON.... and not even a one count.


“Far too early for a pinfall,” adds King to his previous statement.


“These are two of the toughest guys in the whole federation,” finishes Mak, “Neither has an ounce of quit in them.”


Picking Insane Luchador off the canvas as he stands, Va'aiga looses off a pair of forearms to temporarily weaken IL before whipping him into the ropes. Va'aiga crouches to give a little more spring to his next move and as The Ill One comes careering back across the ring Va'aiga pushes his palm up forcibly into IL's chest, flapjacking him dramatically up in the air. Va'aiga allows himself a half smile as IL comes crashing down onto the mat.


“Va'aiga unleashing the high impact game,” commentates Mak


“It's a case of sticking to what you know,” replies King.


Va'aiga looks down on the floored Insane Luchador and decides to press his advantage. The Maori drags IL up to a vertical base. Staring straight at his opponent,Va'aiga closes and plants his forehead straight into the top of The Ill One's. IL staggers backwards and sensing an opportunity Va'aiga lunges forward and takes IL off his feet with the RUGBY TACKLE! Va'aiga lays into Insane Luchador with forearms, IL using his limited MMA training to cover up. Va'aiga holds back sensing his blows are having little effect, but he leaves an opening and IL wriggles round towards an armbar. IL locks his legs around Va'aiga's shoulder, but the Maori powers up to his knees and dislodges Luchador with a short powerbomb. Va'aiga wheels away and as Insane Luchador stands, Va'aiga charges and drives him backwards towards a corner with his shoulder. Again choosing to press home an advantage quickly Va'aiga lifts IL out of the corner, inverts him and SLAMS HIM DOWN WITH AUTHORITY.


“Va'aiga is rolling now,” points out Francis


“He is a wrestler who is all about momentum. Insane Luchador however isn't,” adds King




“He can suck up punishment and he can always surprise you with something out of the blue. Va'aiga generally needs to get you worn down before he can finish you.”


As if to prove King's point, Va'aiga drop to cover







T.. and Insane Luchador kicks out as the referee's hand strikes the mat for the two count. Va'aiga returns to a standing position and picks Luchador up with him. Luchador still looks a little stunned and Va'aiga takes the opportunity to fire off one of his trademark left jabs, the crowd spotting where he's going and calling out “ONE!”


“Va'aiga is one of the toughest strikers in the world,” comments Mak.


Quickly drawing back his left arm Va'aiga fires off a second jab, rocking IL's head back dramatically. Sweat flies from the Luchador's forehead in a dramatic arc as the crowd calls “TWO!” Va'aiga again draws back and jabs out for a third time. “THREE!” shout the crowd before beginning a howl of noise as Va'aiga lifts his right fist to his lips, gives it a kiss for luck and then DROPS IL WITH THE MASSIVE RIGHT HOOK! The Shaka sign is raised, IL is on the mat dazed and the Maori and the crowd shout as one... “BOO-YAH!”


“Insane Luchador is one of the hardest me to drop with pure striking, and The Maori Badass just achieved that feat,” muses Francis.


“There's one effective counter to Va'aiga's punches. Don't pick a fight with him!” replies King.


Possibly worried that Insane Luchador would just kick out rapidly again, Va'aiga grabs IL on the floor in a front facelock and powers up to his feet. The Ill One fires a couple of weak elbows into the Maori's ribcage, but Va'aiga is not to be denied, positioning IL's arm across his massive shoulders before suplexing the cruiserweight up and holding him up inverted, waiting for the blood to rush to IL's head. The crowd cheers for this display of power and begins to count the seconds Luchador is held up!








“Look at the power!” yells Mak.












“Even I have to admit I'm impressed,” remarks King.

















“TEN!!!” and Va'aiga sloooowly lets Insane Luchador fall to the mat, completing his suplex. Va'aiga floats over as gracefully as he can (admittedly not very) and Matthew Kivell drops to count again...






TW.. a short two count. Va'aiga grunts his displeasure.


“As much as you have to be impressed by Va'aiga's strength, you have to also be impressed by The Insane Luchador's tenacity,” comments Mak.


“You don't get to be world champion by accident, Mak,” replies King, “People have called him lucky, but he's one tough cookie and a more than capable wrestler. Plus his capability to improvise is amazing.”


With the advantage firmly in his favour, Va'aiga looks for another massive power move to pile the pressure on his smaller opponent. Twisting the Luchador's arm and then untwisting it with a flourish, Va'aiga hurls IL across the ring with an Irish Whip and, positioning himself near the ropes, Va'aiga flicks IL over with a backdrop sending him clean over the ring ropes... AND IL GRABS HOLD OF THE SIDE OF THE CELL TO BREAK HIS FALL! Va'aiga turns slowly and looks to see where IL landed but a look of confusion crosses his face as he can't work out where the Luchador is... The Ill One having scrambled up the cage to get some distance between himself and the massive Maori!


“Where on earth is the Insane Luchador going?” wonders King.


A question which is rapidly answered as IL finds the right angle to jump, powers himself away from the cage side, lands on the top rope, springs off again, twists in mid air and DRIVES HIS KNEE INTO VA'AIGA'S HEAD WITH ENORMOUS FORCE!


“DOUBLE JUMP TWISTING 360 MUAY THAI KNEE THING!” shouts King, parodying Mak's enthusiastic commentary style.


“That's a momentum changer,” adds Mak, “Now can The Ill One capitalise?”


Insane Luchador, seeing that Va'aiga has been dazed by his dramatic knee strike, closes quickly and lashes in a rapid pair of kicks. Seeing that the Maori is still close to the ropes, IL wraps his arm around Va'aiga's neck and vaults over the ropes, dropping himself to the outside and Va'aiga face first to the edge of the mat with the APRON BULLDOG! IL raises his arms and the crowd CHEERS, but IL has an evil smirk as he grabs the mat at ring side and slings it aside, revealing the concrete floor below!


“IL has decided to take this match HARDCORE!” shouts Mak!


“It's where he's most comfortable,” adds King.


With Va'aiga near the ring apron, it doesn't take IL long to roll the Maori over and stand him up on the apron. IL manoeuvres himself behind the still stunned Maori and locks one of his arms behind Va'aiga's neck in a Half Nelson. The crowd drops to a hushed near silence, fully aware of what IL has planned. Taking a deep breath to compose himself, IL focuses, slides a leg in front of Va'aiga's to make sure he has the leverage and LEAPS OFF THE RING APRON DRIVING VA'AIGA FACE FIRST INTO THE EXPOSED CONCRETE! The crowd noise is quick to build again with a massive “HOLY SHIT!” chant! Va'aiga covers his face as IL composes himself as one of the ringside cameras zooms in on the face of the Maori, revealing a trickle of blood from his forehead.


“OK I'm impressed,” comments King.


“And you're not an easy man to impress,” replies Mak


“That's true. But THAT impressed me.”


Reverting to base tactics, Insane Luchador grabs Va'aiga by the cornrows and drags him to the cage before scraping the Maori's face back and forth against the mesh! Blood starts flowing a little more freely from the hard Pacific head of Va'aiga. With Va'aiga kneeling, IL draws back and fires a STIFF kick into the Maori's face, dropping him flat back to the floor. IL looks down over the Maori, places his boot on the wound on Va'aiga's forehead and spins it Eddie Guererro style. The Ill One looks for the ringside camera and lifts his boot up towards it, pointing to it and smiling a twisted smile.


“There's something motivating about sensing your own blood,” remarks King, “But there's something SATISFYING about sensing the other guy's.”


“That gash on Va'aiga's forehead is a bullseye for Insane Luchador's attacks!” adds Mak.


With his arm wrapped around Va'aiga's thick neck IL stands the Maori up and points a the exposed concrete with his free arm. The Ill One leaps into the air and kicks off the side of the cell, spinning round and DRIVING VA'AIGA'S HEAD INTO THE CONCRETE AGAIN WITH A DDT! With a sickening grin the Luchador kneels over the fallen Maori and DIPS HIS FINGER IN VA'AIGA'S BLOOD! IL stares out into the crowd and... DRAWS A MAORI STYLE SPIRAL ON HIS CHEEK IN VA'AIGA'S BLOOD! The Ill One tops this by THROWING THE SHAKA SIGN AND SHOUTING “BOO-YAH!”


“Look at the disrespect from The Insane Luchador!” calls Mak


“Beautiful, isn't it?” quips The Suicide King.


With maybe a chance to end the match, Insane Luchador slings Va'aiga back into the ring and drops to cover. Matthew Kivell is quick again to get into position...












TH... and Va'aiga kicks out. Frustrated IL slams his fists against the mat before turning back to his massive opponent.


“That was a close call for The Maori Badass,” commentates Mak.

Insane Luchador surveys the situation and decides to drag Va'aiga back up again (by the cornrows, of course). Snapping off another pair of his signature kicks, IL winds up and uncorks another backfist, this time smacking the Maori clean. Sensing his opponent is a little staggered the Luchador forward rolls into a nasty looking Koppo kick. Va'aiga staggers and wobbles, not quite losing his footing, so IL drops back to another move he was unable to hit earlier in the match, rushing the ropes, spinning and jumping off into a high cross body... and FINALLY Va'aiga drops. IL stays down to cover...












TH.. and Va'aiga kicks out again. IL stands quickly while Va'aiga stops on the ground, shaking his head and wiping some of the blood from his face.


“Insane Luchador has to capitalise on these opportunities,” remarks King, “Any time the Maori is down you have to pounce.”


With his eyes focused on his opponent, Insane Luchador waits for Va'aiga to stand before closing rapidly and firing a knee into the gut of the Maori. In the same motion, with Va'aiga's head bowed IL wraps an arm around Va'aiga's neck and drops him with a snap DDT. IL continues the momentum to roll up to a vertical base. The Luchador follows up by leaping into the air, knees high and lands feet first to the back of Va'aiga's head, stomping his face into the mat! IL flips the Maori over and after stopping to admire the blood stain on the canvas, he covers again...















TH... and Va'aiga kicks out again. Insane Luchador stays on to of Va'aiga in a MMA style mount and RAINS down a series of forearms into Va'aiga's skull. He then points to the sky and begins moving with a purpose to the corner.


“This could be it. Insane Luchador is looking to go high risk,” calls Mak.


And Mak Francis is right. Insane Luchador climbs up a turnbuckle, facing outwards towards the crowd. The World Champ holds his hands up and twirls his fingers, the crowd cheering wildly for the sign of the Moonsault. Lying on the mat with the taste of his own blood in his mouth and behind the Luchador's back, something stirs in the Maori. Unaware of his opponent breifly, IL makes the leap of faith and dives off towards Va'aiga who just as IL was preparing to take off, STOOD UP! The Ill One is about halfway through his rotation when VA'AIGA CATCHES HIM IN MID-FLIGHT! Va'aiga sits down, forcing IL over and down with THE MAORIBOMB! Both men slump to the canvas, exhausted. Standing in the centre of the ring Matthew Kivell puts on a count.












“It looks like both men are flat out here, Mak.” replies King, reserved as ever.








Insane Luchador rolls over towards Va'aiga, maybe looking for a cover








Va'aiga turns slightly to a side and regains footing on one knee. He looks down at his opponent and spots something he definitely doesn't like.




“VAH-ING-UH!” continues the crowd. Insane Luchador gets to one knee as well, facing up to his opponent. Va'aiga stares intently at The Ill One's cheek and you can see the veins on his forehead begin to bulge...




“MAAAAAAATEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH!” Va'aiga screams as he LAUNCHES himself at the Luchador, taking IL off his feet with a truly ENORMOUS Rugby Tackle. From the resulting position Va'aiga insanely rains in blow after blow, left, right, left, right in a vicious flurry. The Maori caps this with three VICIOUS headbutts right to IL's skull. Va'aiga LEAPS to his feet and with the blood flowing from his forehead covering a quantity of his face, lets out a primal roar. The crowd as one are now chanting “VAH-ING-UH!”


“Va'aiga is getting really fired up,” observes Mak.

“Never piss off your opponent, especially if it's the Maori Badass,” replies King.


“I thought you approved of The Luchador's disrespect?”


“I never said I didn't. Nor did I say anything about what it's effects would be.”


Stalking IL like the predator he is, Va'aiga circles the Insane Luchador as the cruiserweight stands. Va'aiga back off a couple of steps to allow himself space for a run up and slaps his boot to show the crowd what he has planned. Dazed and confused, the Luchador stands and turns towards Va'aiga... who gets up a full head of steam and DAMN NEAR DECAPITATES HIM WITH A YAKUZA KICK! Va'aiga drops and Matthew Kivell counts...












TH.. and IL kicks out.


“Va'aiga can feel victory coming!” shouts Mak.


With a face like thunder, Va'aiga grabs IL and hauls him off the canvas. Checking his ring positioning and finding there is plenty of space for what he has in mind next, Va'aiga locks in a back waistlock, the size difference between the two men as evident as it has been in the match. Va'aiga leans back and hoists IL over his head, keeping his arms locked securely around the current world champ's waist.


“GERMAN SUPLEX!” yells Mak.


Keeping the back waistlock secured tight, Va'aiga regains his footing, dragging IL up with him. The Maori slides his arms up The Ill One's back and relocks them behind IL's neck, trapping him in a Full Nelson. The Maori bends backwards and slingshots IL over his head again, landing the Luchador on his upper back, all the while keeping the Full Nelson locked in tight.




Va'aiga, keeping the Full Nelson locked tight, drags IL back to his feet for a third time in succession. Looking out into the crowd and taking a second to draw breath, Va'aiga lets the incredible crowd noise build even higher. The Maori then drops half of the Full Nelson, grabs IL's freed arm and draws in across the Luchador's own throat. Va'aiga then pins the choking arm by grabbing it with the hand performing the Half Nelson, puts in a waistlock with his other arm and falls back, dropping The Ill One RIGHT ON HIS GOD DAMN SKULL! IL flops to the mat...




...and Va'aiga rolls over to cover.













THR.. And The Champ kicks out again! Va'aiga, kneeling now, screams out, “MOTHERFUCKING DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!!!”


“There's no doubting it. Va'aiga is one pissed off Maori,” commentates Mak.


“Well, duh!” answers King with a snort of derision.


Va'aiga, frustrated, hauls Insane Luchador to his feet again and fires away with a rapid series of elbows. Though The Maori's face is a mask of blood, it's clear that not of of the blood on IL's face belongs to his opponent, there is a definite wound opening up on the face of the reigning champion. His opponent still on wobbly legs, Va'aiga looks to add another vicious attack to his recent series. Wrapping his arms around the legs of the Luchador, Va'aiga lifts IL up as if to give him a spinebuster but flicks the cruiserweight out halfway through the move, inverting him and LANDING HIM ON HIS HEAD AGAIN!




Matthew Kivell is in position again as Va'aiga tries another cover.















THR.. and IL KICKS OUT AGAIN! The crowd is going apoplectic, with chants for the “LU-CHA-DOR!” beginning to build. Va'aiga rises to his feet and backs off to the far ropes, adjusting his arm tape in that trademarked style. The Ill One slowly, carefully regains his footing and turns again to face the massive Maori. Va'aiga has his opportunity and extends his arm out and rushes IL, firing off the VICIOUS, NASTY, EVIL, LAAAAAAAAAAAAAARIIII... NO! With an important burst of energy The Ill One bails for the floor leaving Va'aiga swinging at thin air.


“That was nearly it! The Lariat could have ended it there!” calls Mak


“Nearly just doesn't cut it in this industry, Francis,” points out King.


Standing against the ropes and seeing his opponent down on the floor, an idea crosses Va'aiga's face. The Luchador fumbles around, looking for something at floor level to help him as Va'aiga charges the opposite ropes. Rebounding back across the ring, Va'aiga grabs hold of the ring ropes and SLINGSHOTS HIMSELF OVER WITH THE FAT MAORI OUTTA CONTROL PLANCHA! IL responds by STEPPING OUT OF THE WAY AND LETTING VA'AIGA CRASH AND BURN ON THE RINGSIDE MATS! “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” is the first thought of the crowd.


“Ouch!” remarks King.


“There really is no other way to put that,” replies Mak.


Insane Luchador looks down at the crumpled form of the Maori and decides that he has a little time to spare. Reaching underneath the ring apron, The Ill One fumbles around inside and pulls out a chair. IL shakes his head and throws it into the ring. Another reach around inside for toys. Another chair. Another shake of the head. The second chair is deposited roughly in the ring. The process is repeated again. Chair. Shake. Throw. On his fourth time underneath the ring however, IL finds exactly what he is looking for. Thrusting the object high above his head, this time the Luchador nods in approval and smiles a dark smile.


“EXCALIBUR!” hollers Mak.


The arena lights glint off the flourescent light tubes that make the blade of Insane Luchador's makeshift sword. The Ill One takes a long hard stare at Va'aiga, returning slowly to a vertical base, and a long deep breath. Finally IL draws back the “sword” and swings, CONNECTING FLUSH WITH THE HEAD OF THE MAORI BADASS! Shards of broken glass fly across the corner of the ring and blood flows a little more freely from Va'aiga's forehead. Insane Luchador screams an impassioned scream and he grabs the Maori around the neck and jabs the broken shards still left attached to the handle into Va'aiga's forehead. IL dips his finger into the blood again and this time chooses merely to chuckle at the depth of viscous crimson liquid he has come into contact with.


“Insane Luchador is one sick puppy!” comments Mak.


“And that's to his advantage in this most brutal of matches,” adds King.


Insane Luchador can taste victory as he looks to the sky. Showing remarkable guts and wiping his own blood from his forehead, he begins to climb the steel cell. Slowly inching his way up the cage, The Ill One climbs and climbs until he is a clear 15 foot up from the ground. Va'aiga has just about got to all fours as Insane Luchador looks over his shoulder down at his opponent on the ground. The crowd show their concern for the Luchador with a massively loud “PLEASE DON'T DIE!” chant. Insane Luchador says something to himself, maybe offering a near silent prayer before LEAPING OFF THE CAGE AND HITTING A PLANCHA ACROSS THE MAORI'S BACK!!! Va'aiga drops again.




With a grunt of effort, IL picks Va'aiga's prone form up and slings him roughly into the ring. The Ill One drops and covers...
















“COME ON!” hollers the Insane One as the crowd calls for the “LU-CHA-DOR!” again. The Ill One kicks a chair into a position he prefers and picks the Maori up again. Another deep breath in as both wrestlers in the match are clearly sucking wind after all the effort put into this match. A right leg kick staggers the Maori. A left leg kick follows quickly, then a right kick to the ribs. Insane Luchador feints a left kick to give him room to hit an elbow and then a SOLID kick to Va'aiga's massive gut bends the Maori forward. A crank on the neck and a couple of elbows to the top of the Maori's spine sets up IL for a moment's pause, and gives the crowd time to observe the rain of blood coming from the Maori's forehead and dripping down onto the chair positioned below. With an evil snap, IL drops down and DDTS VA'AIGA'S HEAD INTO THE CHAIR! “LU-CHA-DOR! LU-CHA-DOR!”


The Ill One drops to cover and Matthew Kivell kicks a chair out of the way to drop and count...
























“I doubt anything in this match could be considered to be in God's name!” is King's response.


The Ill One picks up Va'aiga by the arm and slings him roughly into a corner. With Va'aiga breathing heavily and looking unlikely to move, IL charges in and blasts the Maori in the face with a shotei. The Ill One then walks across the ring with a purpose and picks up two of the chairs. IL strides back towards the corner and short of the Maori he unfolds the chairs and stands them up facing each other. Arm held high, IL twirls a finger around, every man and woman in the crowd knowing what IL is thinking,


“TORNADO DDT...” starts Mak Francis


And IL delivers in amazing style, grabbing Va'aiga's head, swinging the Maori round and DRIVING HIS HEAD INTO THE CHAIRS HE HAD SET UP!




Reflexively The Ill One covers again...
















THRE.... and AGAIN Va'aiga kicks out!


“I really don't know what to say...” starts Mak.


“That's unusual,” interrupts King, “How about pointing out the sheer toughness and tenacity of spirit of these two wrestlers?”


Meanwhile Insane Luchador has an insane idea. The Ill One hops outside of the ring, knowing he probably has a little time before Va'aiga can stand again. Slowly, deliberately IL begins climbing the cage again, this time reaching the top of the cage. Hand over hand, IL turns and begins hauling himself along the mesh of the cell's top like a child on the monkey bars. Va'aiga is now standing, stumbling around as IL reaches the part of the cell which is above the centre of the ring. Positioning himself carefully, The Ill One lets go and lands on Va'aiga's shoulders, looking to snap him over with a SUPER super huracanrana... BUT WITH A BURST OF ENERGY VA'AIGA TURNS IL'S MOMENTUM AGAINST HIM AND PLANTS HIM WITH A POWERBOMB! Another “HOLY SHIT!” chant rings out, this one louder than ever!


“There are few times I concur with a crowd, but damn straight that was impressive,” comments King.


Both men grab for a chair while they are down on the floor, Va'aiga standing using his which unfortunately allows IL time to get a swing off and PASTE THE MAORI WITH THE CHAIR! And Va'aiga SCREEEEEEEEEAMS and blindly swings back... IL DODGING AND SMASHING THE MAORI AGAIN! IL slams the chair against the mat and stares at the staggering Maori. This time IL grabs Va'aiga by the arm and shoots him off into the ropes, swinging the chair wildly at Va'aiga's head... BUT THE MAORI DUCKS! Va'aiga's momentum carries him to and off the far ropes as IL turns slowly to face his opponent... AND GETS BLASTED, SMASHED AND CRACKED WITH THE VICIOUS, EVIL, NASTY, TITLE CLAIMING, FACE MAIMING LAAAAAAAARIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAATOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!


“THE LARIAT! THE LARIAT! THE LARIAT!” screams Mak at the very top of his lungs.


Va'aiga drops and covers, Matthew Kivell scoots into position and counts, the crowd shouting along...

















“There's not many men who can claim to have done that.” adds King.


Va'aiga is shockingly quick to stand and rolls out of the ring, face caked in blood, searching for a little something that he knows he had stashed earlier. Searching under the ring Va'aiga finds the source of his quest and holds it up for the crowd to see.


“Va'aiga has one of those little yellow bottles he so loves to use,” muses King




Insane Luchador lies motionless as Va'aiga re-enters the ring. There is a moment's quiet as Va'aiga takes a slow walk over to his opponent, stoops to pick The Ill One up and GETS CAUGHT WITH AN INSIDE CRADLE! Matthew Kivell drops and counts...












THRE... NO! Va'aiga kicks out!


“That could have been it. I'm not sure Va'aiga was expecting that.” comments King.


Va'aiga gets up slightly quicker than IL, his eyes filed with blood and rage and headbutts IL five times rapidly in succession, each time flicking a spray of blood through the air. With the Luchador stunned and tired out from the effort of the match is left in the perfect position for Va'aiga to launch himself off the ropes again and hit a second VICIOUS, EVIL, NASTY, THE WORD ABOUT TOWN IS YOU'RE GOING DOWN LAAAAAAAAARIAAAAAAAATOOOOOOOO! Va'aiga doesn't even bother to cover this time and just leaves IL flopping around on the mat limply. The Maori retrieves his bottle and walks towards the corner which is covered in broken shards of light tube.


“It is going to take something special to end this match,” commentates Mak, “And it looks like Va'aiga has something special planned.”


The crowd drops to an awed hush as Va'aiga begins pouring lighter fluid liberally over the mat in the corner before discarding the bottle. The Maori walks back over to his fallen opponent and lifts IL up across his shoulder blades. Slowly Va'aiga turns, first to each of the corners that aren't prepared to allow the crowd a sight of the predicament IL is in. Finally The Maori Badass turns to the doused and glass filled corner, takes a running start, jumps and DROPS INSANE LUCHADOR BACK FIRST INTO THE SHARDS OF BROKEN GLASS! IL twitches and flinches as pain racks his body, the camera showing all the small holes the glass has made across his back. Va'aiga meanwhile points to the sky.


“Oh no,” blurts out Mak.


“Oh yes,” King replies.


Va'aiga steps slowly, carefully up the turnbuckle. The Maori pauses at the top and fumbles around inside his tights briefly before producing a box of matches. Striking one deliberately, Va'aiga holds the lit match up for all the crowd to see before dropping it somewhere near the Insane Luchador and...




The mat beneath The Ill One is set alight!




The Ill One rolls a little trying to put the fire on him out, but inflicting even more pain on himself with all the broken glass that's lying around. Va'aiga, looking down with his eyes trained on the Luchador, breathes in and composes himself. Time seems to stand still as Va'aiga...










Matthew Kivell drops to count, being extra careful not to get any glass onto his counting arm...

























“Your winner and NEW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAAAAAAAAMPION OF THE WOOOOOOOOOOOORLD, 'The Maori Badass' VAAAAAAAA'AAAAAIIIIIIIIIIGA” shouts Funyon over the ring announcer's mic. Va'aiga stands in the middle of the ring and when the belt is awarded to him hoists it high and allows himself another “BOO-YAH!”


“This has been a remarkable night and a remarkable world title match,” says Mak Francis, finally approaching calm after the excitement of the staggering main event, “and after all that's happened tonight, you can only expect more action like this the next time you watch the SWF.”


“And don't forget. Genesis is coming up. Order the Pay Per View NOW!” adds King.


“For The Suicide King, I'm Mak Francis wishing you all a good night, grapple fans.”

Edited by King Cucaracha

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Toxxic sighs as he heads back to his makeshift office after the usual chaos accompanying an SWF event. "Times like this make me almost consider alcohol," the Straight-Edger mutters. He shakes his head. "No, no, anything that can make Landon even more of an idiot can't possibly be good." Even though he's wrapped up in that internal struggle, Toxxic does not fail to notice that his door is ajar. "Not again," he groans. He steps up and pushes the door open and begins to speak as he steps into his erstwhile workspace. "Listen, although I do appreciate your NOT breaking down my bloody door again, I am in no mood to talk about...er..." He trails off as he sees the man waiting in his office, surprisingly not sitting in the boss' chair, as is the usual rule for these sort of encounters. Toxxic notices the disturbing smile first.


"Hello, Toxxic," the man says, his cold blue eyes belying the pleasant greeting. The smile widens to a familiar cheshire grin, framed by a perfectly trimmed goatee. "I've been watching, and I've noticed that you have a few problems."


"When do I not since I took this job?" Toxxic grunts. "Come to gloat?"


The visitor laughs, and again the sound has a disheartening sound. "I'm certainly not above gloating, but no, that's not why I'm here. I'm here to offer you a solution."


"Oh, do bloody tell," the Straight-Edge Sensation snorts. "You are the one who calls himself a bloody genius."


"I think you'll find my kind of solution to your liking." His tone is even, but a slight edge is apparent in his voice. "I'm ready to bring some credibility back to the SWF. Something I think even you would have to admit is not exactly in large supply. Most of the violence people are excited about is happening in the parking lots and backstage areas, not in the ring. The SWF is in serious danger of becoming an exalted backyard wrestling franchise. You have seen it yourself. You've tried to take measures to bring individuals to heel. But it doesn't seem to be working too well."


"You've been paying attention, I'll give you that, Sunshine," Toxxic admits grudgingly. "So am I to understand that you're done nursing your many wounds and crying over your lost championship?"


The grin falters, revealing a bit of the vicious bastard behind it, but then is forced back into place. "You know, every great man is defined by his failures as much as by his successes. I know that I lost my championship. I lost it in a match that was chosen by my opponent, and by his own admission, he chose the match to stack the deck in his favor. But I'm not making any excuses, Toxxic. He beat me. It galls me to say, but he fought like a man possessed and he proved that on that day, in that environment, he was the better man."


"The expression on your face is priceless," Toxxic goads.


Toxxic's uninvited guest nods impatiently. "However, look at what he represents. He is the very symbol of what has become wrong with the SWF. All of these unsanctioned assaults, beatdowns, and backstage antics - and all of these ridiculous gimmick matches. How can you make the case for a return to sanity with a champion who is literally an icon for the madness that has infected the SWF? And I won't even discuss this DVS nonsense."


"So you want to waltz back in here after a few months off and demand a title match to rescue us? Bollocks! We don't do that on my watch."


"I'm not demanding anything. I'm perfectly happy to build a new mound of broken opponents to ascend to the championship; I'd honestly find it very cathartic. The question is, Toxxic, can YOU and the SWF wait for that?" The man rises from the guest chair and walks calmly to the door. "You know how to contact me when you make your decision." He turns to go.


Toxxic groans inwardly as he says, "Wait a minute." His guest turns his head back to the Straight-Edger, raising an eyebrow. "Bloody hell," Toxxic growls. "I think we can work something out. But I'm going to need a few things from you to help deal with some problems we've been having."


"I thought you might see our common ground," the man says, his cheshire grin returning. "Let's discuss things. Such as who you want to suffer and for how long..."

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