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Post by Admin on Jun 4, 2017 2:50:12 GMT
Madman vs Slick Doctor for the WWL heavyweight championship to be contested under hardcore rules, anything goes
Tag-team champion KnightMask vs the undefeated Darkhorse in a rematch of the B-tournament finals
Wild Child vs Athena Fury for the vacant women's championship
And more!
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Post by Admin on Jun 4, 2017 2:44:54 GMT
Chuck Liddlestone: This arena done got hype! Peeps wavin' they hands, gettin' wild fer my main man, the gansta of justice, the savior of the streets, got badder hair 'n Conan, cooler dudes than Mad Max an' more scarred up 'n Tony Montana...big MM in the hizzouse! Check it out, he's bringin' the little girl victim down t'the ring wit' him! He all about that, she probably an orphan 'cause he into orphans f'shizzy!
Gordon Spirits: Dusty now comes out from behind the curtains, seconded by KnightMask. But with a pat on the back and a whisper, Dusty gestures for his friend to return to the backstage. This is his fight, his name on the line…and he’s determined to go it alone.
Maria Cruz: Its seems as if we are in an alternate reality…Big Dusty now makes his way down to the ring, steadily, slowly, as if each step is a labored one. His neck still bandaged heavily…hunched over, as if perhaps a cane or walker would do him good service. His eyes however, burn with the strength and determination of a man who sees things through, even in the darkest times. Though after everything I have seen him do, I could never find Madman credible, the fear in the little girl’s eyes on the sight of Big Dusty…she’s clutching to Madman as if in terror…and, I can’t believe what I’m seeing…he hushes her and sits her down next to the ring announcer!
Chuck Liddlestone: My man is sensitive, I believe he writes poetry as well, an’ lemme tell you, I heard they are some dope rhymes! Gordon Spirits: Well, we might just be in for the kind of battle fit for an epic…or, we also might have front row tickets to a public execution. This is a no DQ, submission-only bout…Madman’s WWL belt on the line…and, in the case of Big Dusty…his reputation…his honor…and, maybe his life.
Across the ring, the two figures glared at each other. Surrounded by thousands of fans, in the dark of the arena, they were nonetheless alone, the two sworn enemies. In the barren isolation of the ring only they moved. Slowly they advanced across the ring, the brief space between them seeming a vast gulf as they grew near to one another to begin their combat.
Gordon Spirits: But for the rhythmic chant of fans, chanting in unison, in words that I don’t really think are appropriate either for the little girl at ringside or for the children in this arena…or for the lady next to me for that matter…but for that, the arena is silent.
Like a wounded bear surrounded by hunters, Big Dusty roars and leaps, swinging his powerfu, meat fist in an arc at Madman’s head. It is a powerful blow, with all the weight of his wide, vast body behind it. With nonchalant ease, Madman sidesteps the attack. Nearly falling over from the miss, Big Dusty wheezes loudly. Gathering himself, he runs towards Madman again, this time with a clothesline. Ducking beneath him, Madman again declines to counter attack, merely watching as Big Dusty this time falls to a knee.
Gordon Spirits: Already, Big Dusty can barely stand…he gets a big hand on the rope…and pulls himself up…and here comes…with a running belly-slam! Madman baseball slides between his legs and this time takes the occasion to sweep Dusty’s legs out from beneath him.
Chuck Liddlestone: Get ‘em Madman! Do it fer the little guys…fer all them people Big Dusty killed an’ done wrong!
Maria Cruz: Jumping fist-drop from Madman has Dusty coughing up blood already...! What is wrong with the athletic commission that they okayed this bout! This is ridiculous! Big Dusty needs to be at the hospital, recovering….!
Gordon Spirits: Big Dusty’s round face has become a crimson mask…Madman pulls him to his feet, delivers a headbutt and now…as the crowds chanting reaches a fever pitch…Madman circles Big Dusty, a matador against a wounded pull, lashing out with strikes and darting back out of range before the big man can retaliate. It’s a grim game we’re watching here…Big Dusty, blood dripping from his mouth, his strength waning before our eyes…fighting, fighting himself as much as Madman just to stay on his feet…Madman in and out, hitting and springing back...Big Dusty hasn’t scored a single blow yet…and his responses to Madman’s assaults are too slow by a mile…but he keeps trying, Maria! He keeps on trying!
Chuck Liddlestone: Brah needs t’do the right thing an’ fall over, yo! This is America, majority rules an’ the majority wants this fool t’face justice, y’heard? Big Dusty gots to pay, an’ even if Madman be hatin’ violence, he gotta do what he gotta do, like Rambo back when he went to that monastery an’ what not, y’know?
Maria Cruz: Big Dusty’s responses to Madman’s offensive forays are becoming ever slower, while Madman seems to be increasingly the power and velocity of his blows with each onslaught.
Gordon Spirits: Now the crowd is actually yelling out something I can quote: ”Fall down, fall down!” They want Big Dusty to go down! Madman closes in and opens up with forearms and elbows…and caps it off with a roundhouse kick! Madman stands in front of Big Dusty, completely emboldened now…unafraid of any retaliation from the son of Cornwall, England! Big Dusty does lift an arm…but his swing is agonizingly slow…Madman catches his arm and rips him to the mat with a Fujiwara arm-bar…is he going to break Big Dusty’s arm?
At ringside, the pig-tailed little girl that accompanied Madman is jumping up and down excitedly.
Maria Cruz: Given the amount of blood he’s losing, I think that’s the least of his worries…
Chuck Liddlestone: I think Big Dusty said he quit! I heard it! It’s over, y’all!
Gordon Spirits: I have to say that Big Dusty has taken enough damage to kill a dozen men! And now it looks like Madman is going to snap his arm in half!
Maria Cruz: It’s barely audible against the roar of the crowd and Charles’s gibbering—but I hear what sounds like a low, sustained growl…
Gordon Spirits: I hear it too, Maria…its getting louder…and with it, a fire in Big Dusty’s eyes…is burning brighter and brighter! His arm that was being hyper-extended…well, now its just plain ol’ straight…his arms shaking, his face is bleeding…but he flexes that big tree trunk arm of his and takes it back from Madman!
Maria Cruz: Seething in frustration, Madman pulls Big Dusty up…
Chuck Liddlestone: He blasts him in his grill! Madman is showin’ guts right now! Big Dusty is bigger an’ stronger but my man MM will not give up on beatin’ him down, even if his knuckles bruise!
Maria Cruz: Big Dusty lurches forward and grabs hold of Madman, initiating a test of his own swiftly fading strength against that of his tormentor. They strain, chest to chest, eye to eye. In spite of his greater size, Madman’s strength seems to be quickly prevailing…amazing! He’s lifted Big Dusty off the ground…and setting him atop the turnbuckle! A left-hook to the side of Dusty’s head is followed by a roundhouse to the other side…and now Madman joins him on the turnbuckle…MADRE DE DIOS! HE’S LIFTED DUSTY UP ATOP HIS SHOULDERS!
Gordon Spirits: Maria, get outta here…! He’s gonna do a Body-breaker…his patented Samoan Drop off the top-turnbuckle...on Big Dusty…and I think he’s gonna do it onto the commentary table!
Chivalrously, Gordon ushers Maria out of the way, the elder member of the commentary team shielding her own body with his. Chuck Liddlestone, for his part, pushes both out of his way as he scrambles for safety. The dwindling fire of life flickers in Dusty’s battered eyes. With a grunt, he sends an elbow into Madman’s temple and suddenly both men are hurtling from the turnbuckle to the commentary table, shattering it into so many wooden shards. Big Dusty’s vast bulk lands atop Madman, with an impact that shudders the very foundations of the arena.
The pig-tailed little girl unleashes a feral cry and races towards the wreckage, only to lose her footing on the way…and with it—
Gordon Spirits: That little girl…she was wearing a wig! And that’s no child…it’s not even a girl, I don’t think! It’s…a dwarf! Whoah there…keep away from me!
The diminutive figure snarls at Gordon Spirits and gestures threateningly towards him with a sharp piece of broken wood.
Maria Cruz: Madre de Dios! Look at the carnage! The two foes have destroyed one another! Neither man is stirring...and yet, from the stands…a new chant emerges…look, Gordon! Signs calling for Big Dusty’s head, voicing hatred for the Cornwall native…are being torn apart, taken down by their owners…on the big screen monitor…the gathered protesters are doing likewise…and yet, they are not leaving…they are not dispersing…but they and the crowd inside are voicing a new chant! Listen Chuck! Listen to them!
“BIG DUSTY! BIG DUSTY! BIG DUSTY! BIG DUSTY!” the crowd now chants as one.
Maria Cruz: Somehow…someway, Madman has risen to his feet in an act of pure will…he’s leaning on the guard rail on unsteady legs…Big Dusty is still not moving…EMT’s are pouring out from the backstage…the match is over, Gordon! But Big Dusty never surrendered…he never gave up…Madman has kept his belt…and he may have destroyed Big Dusty’s body forever…but he lost the battle for the hearts and minds of the public!
Gordon Spirits: Big Dusty may not have won today…but I don’t think anyone will ever forgot what he did in that ring…and I have to admit it…Madman…has shown that within the depths of that black soul…is at least the heart of a warrior…he’s still fighting to remain standing…that’s it for tonight folks…for my colleagues, so long from the Sunshine State!
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Post by Admin on Jun 4, 2017 0:22:25 GMT
Maria Cruz: For better or worse, President Leroy has made the call to include in this special main event...as a third man on the commentary team, a former colleague of mine and a man who at one time was perhaps the most famous or infamous color commentator in the business. A juggernaut, a veritable titan that stands astride history in the war between man and grammar...ladies and gentleman--
Chuck Liddlestone: Yoyoyoyo! Chucky Liddlestone is back y'all, right up in the middle of Yoda-type of bro, Gordon Spirits coming atcha on the wise, gray an' classy tip, reppin' them senior citizens! And then you got my main girl-baby, the Puerto Rican princess reppin' the burrows wit' the body of J-Lo an' the brains an' swag of Prah t'the Oooooh!
Maria Cruz: At this moment, language barriers have been dissolved and cultures united, Charles.
Chuck Liddlestone: Awww yeah! Cuz they all tunin' in to the main event!
Maria Cruz: Because there is nobody, anywhere on this side of Heaven who has any clue whatsoever what you uttered. And nobody, I believe, who is not grateful for being spared whatever incoherent thoughts were bouncing around in that jumble of words.
Gordon Spirits: Well, Maria, I actually believe he essentially said that you have a figure similar to Jennifer Lopez and a mind akin to Oprah Winfrey. And he called me old.
Maria Cruz: Hm. Is that so.
Gordon Spirits: Now as to that main event...
Maria Cruz: Back on topic, we have our most anticipated match of the evening...a battle that, at the close of our last event, nobody could have imagined would possibly be booked...our last Sound and Fury saw Rogar, that mass of muscle, fangs and hatred...almost rip one of the participants in our bout's throat nearly out! He did likewise to NightShade, who as of this is still recovering in the hospital--and let me add, we and Nightshade herself are very, very thankful for all the fans who have written and shown support to her in this difficult, difficult time.
Gordon Spirits: Big Dusty was hospitalized and was in fact, battling for his life...while Rogar has been banned from the WWL and is residing in a maximum security military prison...Dusty and Nightshade's problems were just beginning. Apparently, Rogar's bite carried with it some sort of infection, the exact nature of which I have heard many different things...but my understanding is that there is only a rare isotope which can treat it...an isotope which was stolen from the hospital, only to be recovered by the heroics of our own KnightMask. But though that disaster was averted...something else happened. Something bizarre, something uncanny. Madman, who was full and willing party to Rogar's actions in our last battle royale...and who, as my partners are aware, has been as much a super-criminal as a wrestler...began to hurl accusations Big Dusty's way...horrible accusations which I will not expound upon but which insinuated that he committed unspeakably wicked acts...and that his victims were the most vulnerable amongst...that is, children.
Maria Cruz: Madman attempting to destroy the reputation of a man who has been hospitalized by his best friend, Rogar, is not necessarily surprising...in fact, given that he killed Captain Eagle and Sparrow on live TV, it isn't anything close to a new low for him. But what has been shocking is how, as you can tell from a scan of crowd...and from the sea of protesters outside the building...is how people have actually listened to him. Big Dusty has been capable of quite little for the past interval between our last show...and indeed, tonight, I find it, with all due respect, hard to believe he could be doing much better in so short a time. And yet Madman has convinced people that this man with a record of public service, of honor, kindness and sportsmanship...has committed unspeakably evil acts...and no less while he was too weak to even so much as walk on his own power, let alone defeat, well, someone like yourself, Charles.
Chuck Liddlestone: That's right, y'all! He can't hang with me, I'm straight for the streets, f'real! If he tried comin' at me--
Maria Cruz: The point is, Big Dusty could not have possibly carried out the deeds Madman is accusing of him...and yet, he has masses of people believing him!
Chuck Liddlestone: Thing is, Maria, my main man Madman is all heart, like y'man Julio Cesar Chavez done when he boxed t'save the Mexicans from the grapes of wrath, y'heard? Madman is for the children harder 'n the Wu Tang clan an' he's tryin' t'make a stand, even peeps gonna hate 'cause they be lovin' hard on Big Dusty. Madman be protectin' little ones, old ladies an' even dogs, yo! I mean, there's plenty of old ladies, dogs an' kids in this town...an' a bunch of them is alive and what not...an' this city is a dangerous place! One time, I seen Madman help an' old lady across the street...I mean, that one time he snagged that blinged-out truck?
Maria Cruz: You mean, when he attempted to murder Blaze and Grifin Knight by running them over?
Chuck Liddlestone: Yeah! He done smashed so many cars, there wasn't no traffic! Them old ladies didn't even need don't walk signs for a minute! Then there was the time he done the free fireworks show f'everyone, but especially the kids...
Maria Cruz: When he tried to blow up the arena in Sparta City...?
Chuck Liddlestone: Yeah, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout! My man be gettin' generous f'no reason!
Maria Cruz: Charles...you are a moron.
On the big screen, Madman can be seen kneeling down, speaking a young girl wearing pigtails and a white dress.
Gordon Spirits: His scarred face, dark sunglasses, long unkempt hair and studded leather jacket don’t really make for the image of a man I’d trust to hire as a babysitter, unless it was rabid pitbulls he was watching.
“I’m gonna make sure that piece of slime can never hurt anyone again. You’re not going to have to be afraid anymore.”
The girl’s tiny eyes widen with happiness and hope and she clasps her tiny arms around Madman’s neck.
“Don’t worry, little girl…me and all the Mad Ones are watching your back…and were gonna run all over Big Dusty Haystacks…not to mention any forces of evil anywhere, any when, any why!”
“Why are you so kind?” the little girl asks.
“The MM was just born that, little girl,” is the WWL champion’s answer as he hoists the girl up on his shoulder and walks off, emerging on the entrance ramp, to deafening applause for perhaps the first time in his entire career.
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Post by Admin on Jun 3, 2017 7:29:59 GMT
Maria Cruz: Here he is again…an enigma in the WWL. His face and body completed hidden…along with every other aspect of him, including whether or not he is the same man who went by the name of Darkhorse in the Universal Warrior League.
Gordon Spirits: Well, there’s one thing that we do know about this man…we know that he oozes confidence like Slick Doctor oozes stink…and we also know that there’s apparently some reason for it, if his debut against Spacehawk was any indication at all.
Maria Cruz: In a marked contrast, KnightMask storms to the ring, full of passion…seemingly invigorated both by his entrance music, the fans and perhaps by the prospect of wrestling itself. More than perhaps any competitor today, KnightMask can truly be said to eat, sleep and breath wrestling.
Gordon Spirits: But there are some unanswered questions regarding KnightMask as well, Maria. We spoke before about the resemblance he carries—maskily and stylistically—to the former UWL champion, Tarus and if I may risk being politically incorrect, they share a similar complexion…but Griffin Knight, who was an arch-enemy of the UWL’s Darkhorse, also wore a similar visor and helmet…and I should mention, boasted a similarly mat-based approach.
Maria Cruz: And like the Slayahmaniacs of the UWL, KnightMask has been known to indulge in vigilantism from time to time. Two masked men, two mysteries…and yet, in the finals of the B tournament, I cannot help but think that we are seeing two opposites square off the ring. It feels…yes, as if good and evil are facing off before our eyes.
Gordon Spirits: I feel that way and I also feel those same chills from earlier tonight, the last time that Darkhrose fellah was in the ring.
KnightMask, from a low crouch, slid on a knee, propelled by his back leg, towards the ankle of Darkhorse, grasping his heel in one hand and the back of his knee in another while he drove his shoulder into him, causing his darkly clad opponent to topple to the mat. Keeping captive the leg, KnightMask stepped over and trapped seized it between his four limbs, pinching the knee between his thighs, pressing off Darkhorse’s hips with his feet while clasping the upper leg to his chest and cranking back with all the strength in his back and upper-body, seeking to force it into hyperextension. Seemingly unworried by the predicament of a potentially broken leg, Darkhorse used his free leg to kick KnightMask’s hands and break open his grip. He then applied the blade of his forearm in a cross-face to the masked wrestler. Sitting up as he pressure the cross-face, he measured and began to reign down a series of steady, precise palm strikes. KnightMask brought up his hands to defend against the blows, while Darkhrose consolidated a mounted position and continued to strike down at him, his pace unhurried and almost leisurely.
In a burst of speed, Darkhorse whirls into an arm-bar, only for KnightMask to roll out of it equally as swiftly. Briefly, KnightMask finds another knee-bar, but the attempt is short-lived as Darkhorse kicks him away with a stomp to the rear. Back on the feet, KnightMask immediately shoots in for another takedown, only to find himself stymied by a front-headlock. Darkhorse takes advantage of the captured head with a series of knees, powerful in their impact but again seemingly unhurried in their pace. For long, agonizing seconds, KnightMask appears to be stuck, fighting both a slow-acting choke and a steady onslaught of knees.
Maria Cruz: It appears as though Darkhorse is working a slow-acting choke with his front headlock...and perhaps a standing neck-crank as well...and doing his best to put a crack into KnightMask's red visor with those knees of his.
Gordon Spirits: And now...Darkhorse uses the front headlock to heft KnightMask vertical into the air...
Maria Cruz: And KnightMask floats free, landing behind Darkhorse...who, without turning, lands a surgically precise elbow to KnightMask's throat...and the submission specialist staggers into the turnbuckle.
Darkhorse closes in and unleashes a side-kick.
Gordon Spirits: That blow carried enough power to knock a man's head off!
Maria Cruz: It is good for KnightMask, then, that it found only empty air!
Gordon Spirits: A last-second leap by KnightMask saves his skin...and now he lands in a hand-stand...and coils his legs around Darkhorse's waist...lifts him and slams him down with a sort of Bizarro-world, inverted German suplex...and with some deft moves...now he's got Darkhorse in his specialty...the Gordian Leg Knot! Darkhorse and KnightMask's legs are all tangled up together, but the difference is that the Gordian Leg Knot leaves KnightMask's feet safe and sound...and meanwhile, Darkhorse's feet are--as I understand it, stuck right where you'd want 'em to be if you were so inclined to ply them with toe-holds, heel-hooks, ankle-locks...all that stuff that can send you to the foot or knee-doctor! Now, I don't know that KnightMask is of a mind to actually cause injury, I think he views it as more of a position to secure a sporting version of a checkmate--
Maria Cruz: Darkhorse just reversed that checkmate on KnightMask, Gordon...KnightMask is turned over onto his belly and Darkhorse is exerting tremendous pressure on his knees and back with what looks to be some sort of amalgam of a Texas Cloverleaf and Sharpshooter! KnightMask, the master of leg-locks...is in pain! His body is actually shaking...he doesn't want to tap...and I don't think his pride will let him grab for the ropes...
Gordon Spirits: KnightMask has really looked like a world-beater in this, in a lot of respects...but Darkhorse has turned everything he's done back on him...
Maria Cruz: KnightMask, reluctantly at last grabs the ropes! The referee calls for a break and KnightMask appears to be on shaky legs...while Darkhorse circles and begins to score with chopping kicks to the thigh and knee...dodging or simply spinning out of his grasp whenever KnightMask attempts to shoot in for a take-down...
Gordon Spirits: Darkhorse lashes out with a headkick, KnightMask springs back and leaps into a flying scissors on the legs of Darkhorse, taking the man in black down directly into a leg-submission, which is even more short-lived than KnightMask's previous attempts...but KnightMask's chasing holds now quicker than I can follow...arm-locks, wrist-locks...he's finally got something! He's got hold of a standing guillotine choke on Darkhorse's neck...and he's cranking it with every iota of strength his body! The veins in his arms are bulging with the strain!
Maria Cruz: He's putting all his cards on the table with this hold! His legs have taken a beaten...but if the master of submissions can just finish this one choke, he will go home victorious...!
Gordon Spirits: Darhorse gets an arm between KnightMask's legs and elevates...and slams him headfirst...it's shades of Sakuraba-Silva, where Silva broke the Japanese legend's collar bone with a nearly identical manuever! KnightMask stands on unsteady legs...his arms now shot from the strain of attempting to finish that guillotine...
Maria Cruz: That's the danger of the guillotine choke...an unsuccessful one will leave a man's arms utterly drained of strength...and while KnightMask's spirit is willing, his body may no longer be able to comply...Darkhorse nails yet another kick to the leg...and KnightMask collapses to a knee...now Darkhorse grabs him by the neck and leg...he lifts him into the air...and sits down...impacting KnightMask's neck with the sickening finality of a public execution...
Gordon Spirits: The referee makes a cursory three count...and KnightMask's valiant effort in the B tournament comes to an end...and Darkhorse...is undefeated in the WWL.
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Post by Admin on Jun 1, 2017 19:06:10 GMT
Maria Cruz: For the block A finals, it’s the man who, at the close of the UWL, had earned its Hardcore world championship, never to lose it in the ring…or in the street, or elsewhere…Slick Doctor…up against the man we see coming down right now, Johnny Reb.
Gordon Spirits: Well, whatever Slick Doctor did in the UWL, he’s proven that he can still get things done in the here and now with his work against Ukyo in the first round of the tournament. But Johnny Reb, if he’s anywhere near as good as he thinks he is, might just be a whole different kind of animal.
Maria Cruz: Slick Doctor doesn’t appear too worried, in fact, as he makes his way down, he seems more focus on his box of hot wings.
Gordon Spirits: Look, Slick Doctor just handed the hot wings off to an eager female young fan in the front row…how nice!
Maria Cruz: But look! The girl’s face is turning red…and, there she goes, rushing up the aisle, no doubt in search of a bathroom…or at least water! Slick Doctor seems oblivious, having finally turned his attention to Johnny Reb as he slides into the ring to face off with the man who may or may not be an old enemy.
Gordon Spirits: Reb is jawing at him all the way through the referee’s introductions, Slick doesn’t seem impressed…but oooh, that slap to the face from Reb got his attention…Slick comes back with a slap of his own…now Revolution takes his swing, Slick ducks…and as Reb is recovering…nails him in the eye-balls with a two-finger poke! Revolution reels back…Slick looks to follow up, but almost walks into a super-kick from Revolution…!
Maria Cruz: Slick Doctor is a step ahead…catching Reb’s kick and kicking his other foot out from underneath him…he looks to apply a step-over toe-hold, but Reb now takes him over with a small-package…not Slick reverses…Reb reverses again and the good Doctor kicks out and scrambles to his feet…Reb wins on style points, kipping to his feet with perfect form. The two men circle one another warily and then clinch in the middle of the ring, Reb with a go-behind and a waist-lock…but Slick Doctor hits a Granby roll, briefly exposing Reb’s shoulders for a brief instant before both men are on their feet yet again…
Gordon Spirits: Another clinch and tie…and Reb, imposing his size and strength advantage, shoves Slick Doctor off into the ropes, where he rebounds off, careening towards a Johnny Reb running clothesline…Slick hits a baseball slide at the last second, Reb tucks into a shoulder roll and yet again, both men are staring at one another across the ring. They go to lock up again…and Slick Doctor trips Reb to the canvas with a drop-toe hold…Reb lands on all fours…Slick takes a side-headlock…Reb powers to his feet and drives elbows into Reb’s stomach, freeing himself. Taking a step back, he closes the distance with another super-kick attempt…Slick Doctor scouts it, catches the kick yet again…and Reb goes for an Enziguri kick with his free leg…Slick Doctor ducks and now takes hold of both Reb’s legs and nearly ensnares him in a STF before Reb scrambles free…
Maria Cruz: So far, both men have completely confounded one another…
Gordon Spirits: Reb comes off the ropes, building momentum…Slick Doctor again, scouts him out, ducking in anticipation, but Reb leap-frogs over him…Doctor whirls around to meet a super-kick to the face, careens off the ropes and now head on into a flying heel-kick! A body-slam from Johnny Reb now…and now, scaling to the top of the turnbuckle, he hits a picture perfect moonsault!
Maria Cruz: Reb has penetrated Slick Doctor’s defenses…and he has, in short order, taken command of this match! Johnny Reb now lifts him for a power-bomb, but Slick Doctor parlays it into a sunset flip, out of nowhere…but Reb kicks out and goes right back on offense, stomping Slick Doctor before depositing him in the corner, where he begins to assault him with a string of closed fist strikes to the face before the referee rips him away from Slick Doctor, who is clearly wilting under Reb’s assault!
Gordon Spirits: Look, Wild Child emerges from beneath the ring…she’s on the ring apron, she’s got a garrote in her hands…but Slick Doctor, what he is--? He grabs Wild Child and plants a lip-lock on her! Suddenly, Reb isn’t interested in distract the referee…he charges over to break it, aiming another super-kick straight at the back of Slick Doctor’s head…
Maria Cruz: Slick Doctor ducks at the last instant…and ends up kicking a shocked Wild Child off the apron and onto the concrete! Slick Doctor capitalizes on the chaos with a roll-up on Johnny Reb…and, with a healthy helping of Reb’s trunks, Slick Doctor secures a three-count for the come from behind victory…and the tournament A championship!
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Post by Admin on Jun 1, 2017 5:45:03 GMT
Maria Cruz: Greetings wrestling fans! I am here with you, finally returning to the world of wrestling commentating, alongside the legend, Gordon Spirits, on this Memorial day to view what can only be called a clash of the titans, showcasing two separate one-night tournaments, with names such as the former undefeated UWL star, Darkhorse, one-half of the reigning WWL tag-team champions, KnightMask and another veteran of the UWL, the man who destroyed the seemingly unbeatable Destroyer in one of the most epic hardcore battles of all, Slick Doctor...not to mention Athena Fury, who boasts over 100 wins against only 2 losses, 2nd generation stars the Nuclear Night Wings Ukyo and Basho and a man who has carved out quite a name for himself with his boasts and his backstage behavior, Johnny Reb, a man who entered the WWL under the false premise that he was none other than the former champion Johnny Revolution but now bizarrely claims that he apparently merely shares a close resemblance.
Gordon Spirits: Thank you for the kind introduction, Maria, although let me just say that your work with the UWL has made you a true legend of commentary, not to mention your work--at times dangerous work--as a backstage reporter. Now, as for this tournament, I should say tournaments plural, because President Leroy has in chosen to give us two separate one night tournaments, rather than the single offering originally booked for this Memorial day show. Our first, tournament A, consists of Slick Doctor, Ukyo of the Nuclear Night Wings, Johnny Reb and Athena Fury! The next bracket, tournament B, features Darkhorse, KnightMask, Spacehawk and the other half of the Nuclear Night Wings, Basho!
Maria Cruz: And of course, after all that, we’ve got the main event…a submission only match between reigning world champion Madman and the son of a Cornwall miner who rose up to become one of the world’s most beloved wrestlers, Big Dusty Haystacks! Although, if the picketers and the sea of signs we see in the crowd tonight are any indication, that popularity has sorely waned, Gordon!
Gordon Spirits: Madman has leveled very serious accusations against Big Dusty Haystacks…the sorts of accusations that are of a quality such that we cannot repeat them on this programming in good taste. I honestly question the ethic of assaulting a man’s reputation when that man is hospitalized as Big Dusty was, owing to none other than Madman’s friend—his only friend—Rogar nearly killing him and Nightshade in the middle of the ring last week. Although, if Madman’s accusations are true, then well, I suppose you could call what happened to Big Dusty Haystacks nothing more than rough justice.
Maria Cruz: I covered Madman’s matches for the whole of his UWL career, as you know Gordon. I have seen him engage in unspeakable acts of evil. But somehow, he seems to have convinced massive amounts of the public that Big Dusty Haystacks has committed truly vile acts! I am not sure if this arena—or any place in public, for that matter, is going to be safe for Big Dusty…and then there’s the fact that, as far as I know, he’s been in intensive care since the last installment of Sound and Fury…I think perhaps he feels compelled to fight, regardless of his condition, in order to answer Madman’s accusations…but frankly Gordon, it seems almost like a suicide mission!
Gordon Spirits: I agree Maria. If he gets past the picketers and the people in the crowd that want his head, I don’t know how Big Dusty is going to survive an encounter with someone as vicious as Madman in his current condition, unless he’s done a whole lot of healing real, real fast.
‘Fight for your Right to Party’ blasts through the PA system then, signaling the arrival of Slick Doctor at the entrance ramp. As he makes his way to the ring, he munches from a box of hot wings. He’s still finishing the box off when his opponent for the first round, Ukyo, begins sprinting down to the ring, his pace matching the tempo of his entrance theme, ‘Racing the Wind’ by Loudness. Ukyo hops up and down as the referee gives instructions, shaking out his arms. Slick Doctor, meanwhile, licks the remains of hot wing sauce off of his fingers.
Gordon Spirits: I’m not entirely sure that Slick Doctor realizes that he’s in a match. But Ukyo is winding back to throw him a punch all the way from Japan…and he whiffes, its nothing but air! Slick Doctor ducks at the last second, and Ukyo put so much into that punch he nearly spun completely around on the miss…now he’s recovered his balance…and gets a face full of hot sauce!
Maria Cruz: Disgusting!
Gordon Spirits: Ukyo is blinded…and look, his teammate, Basho takes to the turnbuckle to give the referee an earful! He’s none too pleased with Slick’s antics…but while Basho is distracting the referee…Slick Doctor goes down South with a kick…followed by…what’s he rustling out of his pants…he just broke a bottle of hot sauce over Ukyko’s head! Ukyo’s face has, in short order, become a crimson mask! And now delivers a pile-driver to the doubled over Ukyo…the referee turns around…just in time to toll the count! 1, 2 and 3! Slick Doctor advances to the finals of his tournament, to face the winner between Johnny Reb and Athena Fury!
Maria Cruz: It isn’t over yet, Gordon—look! Ukyo’s foot was on the ropes!
Gordon Spirits: I don’t know if Ukyo got it there on purpose, or if he just sorta plopped that way, but we’ve got a match still, so Slick Doctor can stop with the celebrating…for now. Slick Doctor’s really eager to get back to the locker room, it looks like…he wastes no time in getting on one of his specialties—the sleeper hold! And that baby is on tight...
Maria Cruz: Ukyo reaches for the ropes…but he’s too far! He’s going to have to tap!
Gordon Spirits: With a burst of raw will-power, Ukyo pushes backwards, driving Slick Doctor and himself back towards the ropes…to go tumbling out of the ring! They both land headfirst…neither man broke even a bit of that fall…a guttural, primal roar issues out of Ukyo’s lungs!
Maria Cruz: Madre de Dios! He sounds just like his legendary father!
Gordon Spirits: And flashes of the family fighting spirit, as Ukyo kips up to his feet and now somehow finds the strength to set Slick Doctor up for a vertical suplex…but before he can take him up, Slick Doctor with a bit of rather slick maneuvering, finds a double-wristlock in the midst of Ukyo’s set-up, parlays it into a hammer-lock…and now he’s back to the sleeper-hold in a beautiful display of chain wrestling….and I guess he’s good for more than spitting hot sauce into people’s faces!
Maria Cruz: We can’t forget, Slick Doctor, in spite of appearances….and lifestyle…this is the man who ousted the UWL Hardcore championship from The Destroyer…who defeated the likes of Huang Feilang and former light heavyweight boxing champion as well as cruiserweight wrestling champion Mortal God.
Gordon Spirits: Well, it really speaks to the extent of Slick Doctor’s skill-set…and his resourcefulness…that he’s been able to carry on with his, habits, shall we say, and still remain a force in the wrestling world. But we may be looking at a new force, in the persona Ukyo! Wrapping his arms around Slick Doctor’s head, he suddenly sits down, driving the good Doctor’s chin directly onto the top of Ukyo’s head! Ukyo gets to his feet, but slowly…the damage he’s taken has him dazed…Slick Doctor’s got a few cobwebs of his own…
Maria Cruz: I don’t think either man’s cobwebs are going to go away anytime soon…they’ve just initiated a fire-fight…lefts and rights flying and connecting from both sides! So far, Ukyo has been unable to keep up with Slick Doctor in the game of technical chess…but perhaps the young man’s will, his hunger can help him here! A blow from Ukyo stuns Slick Doctor…he’s reeling…but he comes back with an elbow to the face and Ukyo responds by flooring him with a clothesline! Now another clothesline…and another…and the young man has found his second wind! He grabs a handful of Slick Doctor’s hair and rolls him back into the ring…tossing him into the corner, he treats him to a knife-edge chop…and another…drawing oohs from the crowd! Slick Doctor now returns in kind…and Ukyo beats his chest, as if to dare Slick Doctor to do it again!
Gordon Spirits: Slick gives him what he asked for…and now urges Ukyo to do the same! It’s a game of chicken, a game of Russian roulette, but with knife-edge chops instead of guns or cars! Ukyo beats his chest as he steels himself for Slick Doctor’s next chop…and Slick Doctor pokes him the eyes…then slams him headfirst into the turnbuckle…and now, he seizes the sleeper hold again…cinching down with everything he’s got! Ukyo is refusing to submit…refusing to tap…but it doesn’t matter…because he is out cold! Slick Doctor moves on to the finals!
Maria Cruz: Slick Doctor may have won the match…but I think Ukyo has succeeded in showing the world that the apple does not fall far from the tree as far as he and his father are concerned. And apparently he has won Slick Doctor’s respect as well…
Inside the ring, Slick Doctor helps Ukyo to his feet and offers him a hot wing, which Ukyo accepts. Slick Doctor thing slides under the ropes and exits through the crowd.
Maria Cruz: Well, our next bout promises to be every bit as scintillating as that one…
Gordon Spirits: Yes, ma’am!
Maria Cruz: The history between Johnny Reb—and I can’t figure out if he is really Johnny Revolution, an imitator or his long lost child--
Gordon Spirits: Or he may just be re-branding himself. In any event, Athena Fury and Johnny Revolution share a violent and volatile history, with Revolution making his entrance in the WWL with an assault on Athena Fury, a lady, who doesn’t take that kind of thing lying down.
Maria Cruz: Johnny Reb, not Johnny Revolution, Gordon.
Gordon Spirits: Right, right. Well, whoever he is, here he comes! Look at him, he really does believe that he is a gift to the wrestling world. Well, he’s not halfway down the ramp when he receives a gift of his own courtesy of Athena Fury! Charging out from the back like a bat out of Hades, she levels Johnny Reb with a spear to the spine, brings him to his feet and, holding him hostage to a headlock, marches him down to the ring. After handing out a few of her specialty Muay Thai knees, she throws him inside and commences to stomping his prone form as the referee finally rings the bell to toll the official start of this contest!
Maria Cruz: This referee is terribly unprofessional, this should be a DQ victory for Johnny Reb…but at least he’s asserting some sort of control her, ripping Athena Fury away from Revolution and initiating a restart to the action…Revolution surges to his feet and nails Fury with a shoulder block, colliding her into the referee! Fury whirls around and levels Revolution with a roundhouse to the head…and now the cover…but the referee, apparently a very fragile individual, is too stunned to make a count!
Gordon Spirits: Look! It’s that self-proclaimed mastermind, Wild Child, perched on the turnbuckle like a cat…and like a cat, she pounces on Athena Fury with a flying drop-kick off the top rope….and now, here comes Basho, Ukyo’s tag-team partner! He takes to the turnbuckle as well…and hits a shooting star-press on Athena Fury! Basho lifts Fury with a face lock while Wild Child picks her up by the feet…and Basho plants her with a DDT! Amazingly, Athena Fury staggers to her feet, unbowed…and meets a super-kick from Johnny Reb, then one from Basho…and a slap to the face from Wild Child!
Maria Cruz: Charging from the backstage…it’s KnightMask…and Big Dusty, with his neck bandaged, his movement labored…but apparently, the odds of one cruiserweight and an injured man are more than Wild Child and Basho like…they take off running through the crowd…but meanwhile, Revolution, I mean Reb, hits his patented front-face DDT, the Pains of Rebellion, on Athena Fury…and stirs the referee to make a count that is going to be merely academic…there’s three…and our finals for this tournament are set with Slick Doctor versus Johnny Reb!
Gordon Spirits: I hope Basho didn’t run too far, because next up is round one of our other tournament of the night, matching Basho and KnightMask together! Mighty convenient for the backstage crew, really. That’s gonna save them the time of scaring those two up.
Maria Cruz: KnightMask pats Big Dusty on the back and points to the backstage, attempting to urge his friend, I think, to go back and get the rest he needs for his match tonight.
Gordon Spirits: Big Dusty reluctantly seems to agree…and wow! KnightMask’s quick reflexes caught what looks to be a brick hurled from an audience member at the face of Big Dusty…and as he makes his way back, a bevy of vegetables and spitballs come his way. The people have truly turned on Big Dusty, Maria.
Maria Cruz: Some of them, have, Gordon. The same ones that are first to join any lynch mob or riot, I believe.
Gordon Spirits: I believe you may be right. I just hope our security is up to the task of containing them tonight. KnightMask’s task, meanwhile, is going to be containing the fury of the upstart Basho, another son of a legend on the Japanese circuit, same as his partner Ukyo. And like Ukyo, he has turned his back on that legacy…and spat on wrestling’s history and tradition...while embarking on a mission to ruthlessly claw his way to the top…
Maria Cruz: And the question is, will this be a handicapped match, as Revolution and Wild Child, apparently new friends of Basho, look on from ringside as he squares off against KnightMask, a man who lost his voice to a devastating throat injury years ago, but whose actions through the years have certainly spoke volumes about the man and his character.
Gordon Spirits: There’s the bell, and we’re off! KnightMask somersaults over the head of Basho, clasping him around the waist while he’s still upside down…and using the momentum of his landing coupled with his one strength to lift and slam Basho right upon landing! KnightMask now entangles Basho’s legs in his famed Gordian Leg Knot to Basho which essentially makes a knot of a man’s feet, one nearly impossible to escape…which means there’s nowhere for Basho to go with the ankle-lock KnightMask is now applying to his entrapped legs! Basho is tapping! This might be one for the record books! And KnightMask moves on into the finals of his tournament unscathed!
Maria Cruz: An impressive performance by the reigning tag-team champion! There are always comparisons made between KnightMask and UWL legend, Tarus; the black mask with the red visor, the technical style…
Gordon Spirits: Black mask, red visor, black wrestling pants and white boots…KnightMask is practically Tarus’s spitting image…but for the fact that Tarus was known for his unrelenting ruthlessness, for his single-minded desire to conquer the world of wrestling at nearly any cost. But with performances like this, KnightMask will soon stop just being a kinder, gentler Tarus in people’s minds and carve out his own legacy.
Maria Cruz: He’ll have his work cut out for him in the finals of the B tournament—because neither man in this next bout is known to be a pushover!
Gordon Spirits: You know, sometimes I wonder if this is a wrestling league or a costume party…
Coming to the ring amid what is either mournful wailing or rustling winds, strides a proud figure, clad entirely in black, his outfit bereft of even eye slits.
Maria Cruz: The say this is Darkhorse…yet whether it is in fact the same man who was the undefeated Triple Gold champion in the days of the UWL, as well as a member of the vile Prime Evils…I cannot say. His dress is different, but there is something…something cabalistico about him…and regal too, as if the man was a born king. He reminds me of Darkhorse at least. A bit too much.
Gordon Spirits: Now, the man he’s facing…is going to be wearing a cape and a whole getup right out of a comic book…but the truth is that this man is someone that I think anyone with a heart can relate too. He grew up dreaming of being an astronaut. It’s all he ever wanted to do. But his baby sister ended up having the same dream…and this man here, well, he ended deferring his own ambition…and taking up a career as a professional wrestler, a prize fighter a tough man, you name it…not because he had a mean bone in his body but because he wanted to get his little sister through school so that she could live out both of their dreams. And you know, I’m sure she’s very proud of what her brother—now known as Spacehawk—has become.
Spacehawk emerges, a powerful, caped figure silhouetted against the backdrop of starry space on the big screen. He seems stirred by the heavy metal rendition of the Star Trek theme which accompanies him.
Maria Cruz: Darkhorse forgoes a handshake with Space Hawk, who is unfazed…and who, as the opening bell is still fading, takes to the air, his cape billowing behind him, for a flying body-press straight at Darkhorse!
Gordon Spirits: And he ends up flying straight into a side-kick that would make Bruce Lee proud! Spacehawk ricochets off the ropes and takes to the air again, with a flying clothesline…Darkhorse moves just enough to avoid the flying lariat, while thrusting out a palm…which Spacehawk ends up planting his face on!
Maria Cruz: Rather than pursuing his advantage, Darkhorse steps back and seems to be waiting for Spacehawk to recover…
Gordon Spirits: I’d call it sportsmanship, but I think it has more to do with Darkhorse’s confidence…or perhaps I should call it…arrogance.
Maria Cruz: A throat strike by Darkhorse now has Spacehawk clutching his Adam’s apple…Darkhorse now wraps one arm over Spacehawk’s head while another hooks Spacehawk’s leg…cradling him so, he brings him aloft…and now sits directly down, causing a sickening impact on the former astronaut hopeful’s neck!
Gordon Spirits: Darkhorse steps back…and, disinterested in a pin-fall, allows the referee to toll a 10 count…and with two dominant performances, the finals of the B-tournament are set!
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Post by Admin on May 14, 2017 3:34:43 GMT
BIG DUSTY VS MADMAN, WWL HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE BOUT --WINNER CAN WIN BY SUBMISSION ONLY
WARRIOR WRESTLING LEAGUE ONE-NIGHT TOURNAMENT
1 SLICK DOCTOR VS. JOHNNY REB
2 KNIGHTMASK VS BASHO
3 ATHENA FURY VS NIGHTSHADE
4 UKYO VS SPACE HAWK
5 WINNER OF MATCH 1 VS WINNER OF MATCH 4
6 WINNER OF MATCH 2 VS WINNER OF MATCH 3
WINNER OF MATCH 5 VS WINNER OF MATCH 6
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Post by Admin on May 10, 2017 18:12:16 GMT
Gordon Spirits: The Warrior Wrestling medical staff and a veritable army of armed security has surrounded the ring...but I don't think they have any idea of how to approach our situation! Rogar has gone insane like a rabid wolf...he's taken a bite out of Big Dusty Haystacks and Nightshade...both of whom are lying in pools of blood...KnightMask appears to be attempting to guard the bodies of the two wrestlers so that the EMTS can reach them...but Madman plows into him with a brutal headbutt, stunning KnightMask and now laying into him with a barage of forearms and elbow strikes! KnightMask is staggered...Madman gives the smaller, shorter KnightMask a boot to the face...and now he's measuring for his Heart Stopper punch...he's putting everything he's got into it...
Russell Meijer: But look at Rogar...that blood on KnightMask's chest...it's like a homing beacon...he's pouncing at him...as if he's blind to everything else...
Gordon Spirits: KnightMask cartwheels aside...and Rogar takes Madman's Heart Stopper head on! Rogar is stunned...and now Revolution flies off the turnbuckle...and hits the great gray beast with a flying Pains of Revolution! Madman, in shock at what he did, now finds himself on the receiving end of a bridging German suplex by KnightMask...now, on the mat, KnightMask establishes a full-nelson on the Mad One...pulls him too his feet...and brings him back up and over for another suplex, this one with a head-first crash landing! I don't think KnightMask cares any longer about winning this match...but he knows the only way that his friends Nightshade and Big Dusty are going to get the help they need is if Madman and Rogar are out of the way...now he's handing off first Nightshade and now...he needs some help from the EMTs for this one...but they are transporting the body of Big Dusty onto a stretcher...they're getting him on his way...
Russell Meijer: In all the chaos...Revolution has gotten hold of Athena Fury's bo-staff...and he's beating Madman over the head with it...the referee is too busy helping KnightMask see Dusty and Nightshade off to take heed...Revolution hits Madman again, and again...now he reaches back for a final blow and...
Gordon Spirits: A vast, powerful hand grips the bo-staff before it can begin its downward arc! It's...Rogar...I don't believe it! He's back up! He snatches the staff from Revolution and tosses it aside...and...it's raining! It's rainging inside the arena...! What...what's going on here?
Russell Meijer: Someone switched on the sprinkler system...and...look at Rogar...! Its as if the water is burning him...! It can't be....that...
Gordon Spirits: That running water...is like acid...to...the undead? I don't know, Russell...all I know is that Rogar doesn't like it! He's howling in pain...Revolution backs off...too shocked by what he's witnessing to capitalize...what's KnightMask doing...? He's leaping feet first onto the Spanish announce table...he just shattered it...and now he's storming the ring, armed with a wooden shard...he's charging Rogar...but the Warrior Wrestling security forces intercept him...and as KnightMask wrestles with the security...more of them pore into the ring...they've got guns trained on Rogar...and as he's howling in pain apparently caused by the sprinkler system...they open fire! Those are tranquilizer guns...and they've filled Rogar up with enough rounds to make him more porcupine than wolf!
Russell Meijer: They've got Rogar in clamps...they're dragging him off...along with taking Big Dusty and Nightshade to the back...
Gordon Spirits: By the way, where the heck did Wild Child go...?
Russell Meijer: I don't know where she went, but there she is...all 5'10, 170 pounds of her...falling headlong from the rafters and landing perfectly on the turnbuckle! Was she the one that switched on the sprinklers...? She sails off the turnbuckle...straight for KnightMask...she nails him with a cross-body block and now she's atop him, while he struggles to keep those talon-like nails of her's at bay! KnightMask is about 3 inches shorter than Wild Child and more or less the same weight...
Gordon Spirits: Across the way, Revolution makes sure he's got the referee's attention, hits a quick standing moonsault and makes a cover of the comatose Madman! An academic 1, 2 and 3!
Russell Meijer: Madman is out! And it's down to Revolution...Wild Child...and KnightMask if he can avoid getting slashed apart by that woman!
Gordon Spirits: Wait, no, the referee is telling Revolution it wasn't three...! Madman, somehow, some way...kicked out! Meanwhile, KnightMask, showing tremendous flexibility manages to get his legs around Wild Child's waist from underneath her...and sweep her over...now he's got hold of her ankles...one under each armpit...a double Achilles lock...this is his specialty! Wild Child is tapping out!
Russell Meijer: Revolution measures Madman up for a Super kick...but the Madman catches it...now he's spinning Revolution through the air...he's trapped in the Death Cycle...! He releases Revolution, who goes careening into KnightMask...that was head to head contact! Both men are down...everyone's down...except Madman...pulling Revolution to his feet, he throws him into the corner...now he's carrying him atop the turnbuckle...hoisting him across his shoulders...Samoan Drop off the top-rope and to the concrete floor outside!
Gordon Spirits: With a strange, distant smile on his face...Madman crawls back into the ring...meanwhile, the referee begins to count out Revolution, who lives still and unmoving...even as Madman begins to atttempt to stomp a hole to China through KnightMask's chest! KnightMask catches his foot and flips upside down into an ankle-lock...just as the referee tolls 10, counting on Revolution...
Russell Meijer: Its over! Its over! Madman and KnightMask...are somehow the inaugural Warrior Wrestling League tag-team champions of the world!
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Post by Admin on May 8, 2017 19:26:19 GMT
Gordon Spirits: On behalf of my partner, Russell Meijer, welcome to pure bedlam! They call this nascent league Warrior Wrestling, but maybe a more appropriate title is Warrior Brawling...this ring that you see currently filled with a highly-skilled version of a streetfight was supposed to be host to a battle royal to determine the tag-team champions...but unfortunately, the peace could not be kept long enough to get the cameras rolling, let alone for the referee to get things officially under way!
Russell Meijer: Putting that many wrestlers in one place and expecting them to behave is like lighting up a stick of dynamite and expecting it not to explode!
Gordon Spirits: The recently allied KnightMask and Big Dusty Haystacks were the first to make it to the ring, followed by Nightshade, a lady from Japan who is coming in with a major reputation...Spacehawk was next to arrive...and that's a feller who, cape and overall weirdness aside, got into the pro-wrestling business to put his little sister through college. Between the four of them, there was a lot of class in the ring, a lot of handshakes, the lady Nightshade gave a bow to the others and generally it was looking like we were gonna have a very sporting contest, the kind that makes me proud to be a wrestling announcer. Wildchild was next to the show, and while she didn't do any handshakin', she balanced herself on the ropes an' waited like an adult for the contest to get under way...then Johnny Revolution, the legendary former UWL world champ made his way to the ring...only to be assaulted before he could even get down there, by a raging mad Athena Fury, the same young lady that Revolution took a cheap shot at in his first appearance for the Warrior Wrestling League...posing a referee during one of Athena's matches...well this time, Athena had the drop on Revolution...first she went to work with her bo staff...then she put her boots, and knees and elbows to him outside the ring...and while that took up the referee's attention...the Nuclear Night Wings slid out from under the ring and launched a sneak attack of their own...chaos took the reins from there and never let go! We've got all our stars trying to kill each other in the ring...and, oh boy...it’s only going to get worse from here on out...
Russell Meijer: Business is picking up, people! At the top of the entrance ramp, it’s Madman and the fanged, gray giant, Rogar! Look at them, sporting sunglasses and leather jackets with the old Prime Evils logo on them! Guess they’re still carrying the torch for that old stable! They’re smirking…I think they’re getting a kick out of watching the rest of the Warrior Wrestling roster destroy each other! Rogar tosses back that black mane of his...howls and…man! It’s like, he gave a quick flex of his muscles as he was howling, and his leather jacket and shirt just exploded into a million pieces! That’s one jacked giant!
Gordon Spirits: The Prime Evils—I’ll call them that because I guess that’s what they still call themselves—are on the march towards the ring…but meanwhile…inside the ring…Ukyo of the Nuclear Night Wings comes off the ropes with a drop-kick for KnightMask…and the silent submission-ace meets him mid-air, wrapping his legs around Basho’s and gripping the Japanese wrestler’s foot in a toe-hold…by the time they hit the mat, Basho’s already tapping out! It’s the first elimination of the match! Ukyo is right on top of KnightMask, none too pleased about his partner being taken out, putting the boots to KnightMask and now Irish-whipping him off the ropes…KnightMask comes off with a one-handed cartwheel, picking Ukyo’s ankle with his free hand…Ukyo is down as KnightMask lands on his feet, still gripping Ukyo’s ankle…turns him over into a half-crab…and Ukyo is the second man eliminated, by the master of leglocks!
Russell Meijer: While KnightMask was busy with that half-crab, Johnny Revolution was sizing him up for a super-kick…right to his masked kisser! KnightMask staggers back, right into a roundhouse kick to the face from the Amazonian Athena Fury! Now he staggers back towards Revolution, who nails him with a right hand…and he’s back towards Athena Fury…she takes her turn with a flying knee….and now Johnny Revolution plants him face-first with the face-cutter he calls the Pains of Revolution!
Gordon Spirits: KnightMask’s erstwhile ally, Big Dusty Haystacks, seems too preoccupied with the fact that Wild Child has attached herself to his massive back and his attempting to claw his eyes out! The Big Man’s got the strength to pull her off, but I don’t think he has the flexibility to reach her back there! And will you look at that…chivalry isn’t dead folks, Revolution backs off of KnightMask’s unconscious form, and suggest that Athena Fury do the honors…well, they got off to a rocky start when Revolution cheap-shotted her earlier this week, but it looks like…well, looks like Spacehawk and Nightshade don’t think too much of two on one! Spacehawk flies across the ring at Revolution, decking him with a Superman punch…while Nightshade takes Athena Fury down with a good ol’ foot-sweep!
Russell Meijer: But who is gonna help Big Dusty…? Wild Child is on ‘em like a backpack…clawin’ him up...she’s like an itch the poor guy can’t reach! Wait, Wild Child balances now on Dusty’s shoulders and leaps off like he was some kinda diving board, straight for Nightshade! They’re rolling around…and Wild Child’s cut Nightshade open with those talons of hers…Spacehawk moves to pull Wild Child off, and…she bit his hand! Now Spacehawk is bleeding too! Wildchild breaks free, slashes the chest of KnightMask…and then slides outta the ring…and….she’s headed over this way, folks!
Wild Child: Hey fellahs, mind if I sit in on this broadcast for a minute?
Gordon Spirits: Wha—don’t you have business to attend to in that ring…?
Wild Child: Not really…I’m into working harder, not smarter Gordon-baby. In this case, I’m going to let a certain wolf that smells blood do my work for me. Russell Meijer: The referee is hollerin’ at you to get your rump back in the ring, missy…I think you’d better give him a listen!
Gordon Spirits: The referee took his eyes off the ball, in this case, Spacehawk’s! Revolution nails him in the …and Revolution pounces, planting him face-first with the Pains of Revolution! Revolution rolls Spacehawk up for the cover and the 1-2…3! That’s three down…meanwhile, the referee, still arguing with Wildchild to get back in the ring, doesn’t notice Athena Fury going after Nightshade and Big Dusty with her bo-staff!
Wild Child: Nice baton twirling by Athena…with those shoulder pads and her size, I’d figure her more for a linebacker than a high school band member, but you learn something new every day!
Gordon Spirits: With razor-sharp timing, Nightshade ducks beneath the arc of Athena’s bo-staff and, with chop to the wrist, disarms Athena Fury! Now Big Dusty is free to level Athena with a massive…well, a massive running belly smash for lack of a better word! And what’s this…? Nightshade charges straight into Big Daddy with a flying kick—and here I thought they’d joined forces—and rebounds off, into a flying heel-kick smack to the face of Johnny Revolution! Revolution stumbles back on his heels…and Nightshade runs in the other direction, jumps feet first into Big Daddy’s belly, bounces off into a back-flip kick to Revolution! Revolution is down…and I can’t figure out with Big Daddy and Nightshade are working together or what…
Wild Child: Doesn’t really matter, because they’re both bleeding, baby. And Rogar’s in house now! Gordon Spirits: While Madman casually strolls down the entrance ramp, Rogar has fallen upon all fours…he’s moving with such speed that he’s become a big, gray blur…and now he’s in the ring…his red eyes blazing like…like…
Wild Child: Like a wolf that’s smelled blood!
Gordon Spirits: Rogar…Rogar just nailed Big Daddy with a clothesline so hard the big man went 180 degrees…! Nightshade throws a kick at Rogar, but he swats her foot aside and seizes her by the throat...and by all that’s Holy…he just bit into Nightshade’s throat! Cut the cameras, cut the cameras! What is going on here? Get some medics out…he’s holding Big Daddy aloft as if the 400-pounder was weightless…and how, he’s sinking those blood-soaked fangs into Big Daddy’s neck as well! We are witnessing a murder here…this is too much…we need medics, we need police…we need…
Russell Meijer: Madman is in the ring now…he’s trading blows with Athena Fury, but she’s all over him with her Muay Thai knees and elbows…she’s got him in a clinch, just like she held him last time…and now she’s really letting the knees fly…Revolution is sitting back, meanwhile…surveying the pure carnage in the ring…
Wild Child: What a chicken, huh? Sitting back while everyone else does the work…get in there Revolution! Gordon Spirits: Young lady, there’s nothing amusing about this situation. Two of your fellow wrestlers may very well be dead…
Wild Child: Dead…? If the rumors about Rogar are true, that’s the least of their worries, babe.
Russell Meijer: Madman is soaking up knees…trapped in that clinch…but wait, he rears back…and nails Athena with a massive headbutt! They break apart…and now Athena leaps forward with her trade-mark flying knee…and Madman nails her in mid-air with the Heart Stopper! She’s out cold…but Madman isn’t finished with her…he grabs her throat in his hands and strangles the air out of her…I guess that’s a choke-out…Athena Fury is eliminated!
Gordon Spirits: Will you stop that Russell? This is not a match anymore…this is a public execution and it needs to be stopped!
Russell Meijer: Maybe it will be yet…KnightMask just kipped up to his feet, finally back from la-la land courtesy of the Pains of Revolution…Rogar is frothing at the mouth…I don’t think he knows where he is…he’s a shark in a feeding frenzy!
Wild Child: Not a shark, a wolf Russ-Russ! Its down to KnightMask, Rogar…Madman, Johnny Revolution…and yours truly, baby!
TO BE CONTINUED
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Post by Admin on Apr 18, 2017 2:08:10 GMT
Now that Warrior Wrestling has crowned a heavyweight world champion...
...the battle begins to determine the first tag-team champion! To that end, we announce yet another battle royal...featuring the entirety of our roster...the final two survivors, be they friend or foe...shall be crowned the Warrior Wrestling tag-team champions of the world!
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Post by Admin on Apr 17, 2017 5:13:34 GMT
Gordon Spirits: Ladies and gentleman...boys and girls, I'm coming at you from the sold out Saginaw Super Arena for a very unique card! In all my time hosting major pro-wrestling events, especially events in an arena like this one, before a sold-out crowd...this is indeed, the first time that I can tell you that our card consists of ONE SINGLE EVENT. That's right, this time, the main event IS THE EVENT! Now, that might sound like a gip, but this main event is a four-way elimination bout between four of the brightest stars in all of wrestling...
From the ashes of the Universal Warrior League, we have the man who has brought a unique brand of violent insanity to the squared circle...and who, unfortunately, has not left it in there bought rather brought chaos and destruction with him wherever the security presence is lacking...the former Universal Warrior League tag-team champion and world heavyweight champion...Madman!
A man appears at the top of the entrance ramp, a menacing figure in a battered, leather biker's jacket, silhouetted against the arena's big screen monitor. From beneath a wolfish mane of dark, rangey hair a hard, scarred face directs a glare of focused hatred towards the ring. He stalks down the ramp without so much as a sideways glance towards the fans. Whatever music surved as his entrance goes unheard, drowned beneath the veritable typhoon of boos. And yet, even with the separation of the guardrails and the barrier fencing, the audience members shrink away as he passes. Not so much as a crumpled up paper is tossed at him.
Gordon Spirits: What a withering look...if I believed in such things, I'd call it a deathstare. Looks can't kill, but certainly, the message in those blazing eyes of his is clear. He might be crazy folks, but don't ever doubt this man's focus. At one time, during the heyday of the Universal Warrior League, he sat atop the wrestling world...and perhaps the entire sports world. But those days are long gone...and if he wants to regain that glory...well, here's one man he's going to have to go through! The former XWF tag-team champion, the ADCC Submission Wrestling world champion...the master of submissions...KnightMask!
From the loud speakers blasts At Vance's rendition of 'Eye of the Tiger' as KnightMask charges forth from behind the curtains. The capacity crowd cheers while the masked wrestler sprints down the ramp, picking up speed until he slides beneath the bottom rope and rolls to his feet. Bowing his head, KnightMask makes his way to a corner of the ring and kneels down briefly. Crossing himself, he stands and turns to face Madman.
Gordon Spirits: KnightMask's cowl and golden-framed ruby quartz visor conceal his face...but you can't hide the tension between these two men...Madman, well, he just made a good old fashioned throat sloat-slitting gesture his thumb...KnightMask, with rippling muscle but certainly a lower center of gravity and less mass to throw around than his rival...Madman is a rather small heavyweight, but he could play Goliath to KnightMask's David in this particular case...but hold on fellahs, this is a four-way match, after all...and here comes number three, all six feet, four inches of her...I don't know what her mother named her, but we call her Athena Fury...she's wearing red shoulderpads like a football player...and underneath, she's got shoulders like a football player too. She's got the face and figure of that most men would judge a 10, with all apologies to Bo Derek...but the fists and feet that register a 10 on the ricter scale in terms of damage...just ask the fellahs she ran over in the Lord of the Ring tournament...this lady is 103-0 currently...and she's looking to extend that streak tonight...and add Warrior Wrestling gold to that slender waist. KnightMask extends a hand towards the lady gladiator, in a gesture of sportsmanship and...ooo, nothing sporting about that! Athena responds by grabbing KnightMask by the throat with one hand...and his belt line with the other...that's a high, high military press by Athena Fury...and our fourth man hasn't even gotten to the ring yet, but it looks like we're off the races!
Athena Fury hurls KnightMask through the air, right into Madman...for a collision that has both men knocked silly! Before either man can recover, Athena is on them, smashing their heads together like a pair of symbols...with her opponents dazed, Athena focuses her assault on KnightMask, tying him up in a Muay Thai clinch and unleashing a storm of knee after knee straight into his solar plexus...now tossing KnightMask's limp form aside, she turns...right in time to see Madman bearing down on her...oh, and she caught him coming in with a front kick...and now Madman is reeling again...Athena Fury launches into the air with her patented flying knee...batter up, home run by Madman as he catches her mid-flight with his own specialty, a Heart-Stopper punch to the chest! She felt that all the way through her padding and armor! Welcome to the big leagues, Ms. Fury...
While KnightMask struggles to gain his feet and Athena Fury writhes on the canvas, clutching her chest, Madman throws his head back and roars savagely. Grabbing Athena Fury by the ankles, he begins to spin her around, with such speed and velocity that her body beguns one huge blur.
Gordon Spirits: I think Athena is still out cold from that Heart Stopper...but now Madman's got her in another specialty, his Death Cycle! With the speed he's spinning her, when he lets go...its not going to be a very safe trip for Ms. Fury...and there she goes, a human missile...she's headed towards the crowd...
A great, massive hand seizes Fury by the ankle, halting her flight and then gently setting her down outside the ring.
Gordon Spirits: It's our fourth man! It's Big Dusty Haystacks! The genial giant has joined the fray...and unless I miss my guess, I think Madman might not be a fan of ol' Dusty...hold on now, this isn't a hardcore match...but Madman's pulling out some sort of blade...and KnightMask--he's back up with us--takes Madman in a nice old-fashioned wristlock, inducing him to kindly drop the toy...KnightMask utilizes the pressure of the hold to flip Madman over onto the mat...Madman rolls with the pressure, he's back to his feet...and folks, we're off to the races! Madman and KnightMask are exchanging rights and lefts in the middle of the ring...they're both swinging for the fences but Madman's greater size and strength are taking over...Madman staggers KnightMask with a blow to the throat...now he's coming off the ropes with...oh, KnightMask with a drop toe-hold, taking Madman to the mat and now pressuring his leg and ankle...
A vast, dark shadow falls across KnightMask and Madman.
Gordon Spirits: Oh my...now I have really seen it all...it's Big Dusty Haystacks up on the top rope...Madman is too busy trying to get free from KnightMask's toe-hold, KnightMask, too busy applying the hold...I don't think they realize that they are directly in the path of a human meteorite...Big Dusty flies off the top rope, arms spread...if it were a pool he was splashing into, I guarantee he'd empty it of all the water...
The ring shakes beneath the impact as Big Dusty lands belly-first on Madman and KnightMask on completion of one of the biggest top-rope splashes in wrestling history.
Gordon Spirits: Neither KnightMask nor Madman are moving now...and Big Dusty's first bit of offense in this battle royal, well, it was a doozy. Wait...Athena is back in the ring, she's brandishing her bo-staff....and she just cracked Big Dusty on the head with it! The Big One whirls to face his assailant...and Athena whacks him again...I don't think Big Dusty liked that too much, but I don't know if it hurt him as much as it just annoyed him...oh oh, Athena gives it a third try with the bo staff, nailing Big Dusty below the belt this time...and that was right in clear view of the referee...she's DQ'd...and it is the first elimination of this contest...security is coming to extricate Athena from the right...their pouring in and it's taking about ten of them but their dragging Athena kicking and screaming to the back...meanwhile, the referee is now taking to a 10 count because we've got three gentlemen down and out in the middle of the ring...Madman, using the ring ropes, is struggling to his feet...KnightMask, as the referee tolls six kicks up to his feet...and now it looks like Big Dusy is joining them in the land of the living...and with speed that surely belies his bulk, he charges his two opponents with a double clothesline...Madman is floored, but KnightMask manages to duck beneath and now he leaps onto the big man's back and ties him up with a sleeper-hold! Big Dusty is a yard wide and double-tough, but even he needs to breath...and, HEART STOPPER by MADMAN! Right to the chest of Big Dusty even as KnightMask was applying the sleeper to the big man...I can't believe it, but the superhero and the...well, I guess you'd call him a supervillain...they actually worked together...Big Dusty is out cold...there's no count necessary...his eyes have rolled to the back of his head...I think KnightMask is rather alarmed at this...he's kneeling down to check on Big Dusty's condition, which doesn't look good...a Heart Stopper punch to the chest is enough by itself, let alone when you're in the throes of a sleeper hold...
As KnightMask is checking on Big Dusty, Madman takes the opportunity kick him in the rib cage. A flurry of stomps follow, before Madman relents and pulls KnightMask to his feet.
Gordon Spirits: Madman helps KnightMask to his feet...and KnightMask helps himself to a wheelbarrow roll, into a knee-bar...Madman counters with a cross-face about as nasty as his disposition...he takes the top position and now he's laying into the Masked One with some vicious ground-and-pound...and we aren't talking rights and lefts...we're talking headbutts, elbows...but from underneath the withering assault, KnightMask manages to secure a body-scissor and with a swift movement, secure a triangle choke! Madman immediately reacts by standing and heaving the smaller man up into the air, even as KnightMask maintains the choke...Madman slams him down to the mat...KnightMask holds on to the choke...Madman lifts him high, high this time...and brings him down and, KnightMask utilizes the momentum to flip Madman head over heels, still in the choke and now on his back...for the 1, 2...no, Madman's foot is on the ropes...breaking the count...both men to their feet, Madman whips KnightMask into the corner, KnightMask leaps onto the turnbuckle and them presses off into a flying body-press...Madman catches him mid-air...he's going for a body-slam...KnightMask floats out of it, he's behind Madman, looking for a suplex...Madman reverses, KnightMask once more executes the wheelbarrow roll into a grapevine on Madman's leg...and now he secures an Achilles lock this time...and they are in the middle of the ring, there's nowhere for Madman to go...the ropes are nowhere in reach...
Like a cobra, Madman's fingers shoot out for KnightMask's throat, imbedding in KnightMask's adam's apple in some weird death grip. And so as KnightMask wrenches on Madman's Achilles tendon and ankle, Madman digs his fingers into KnightMask's throat.
Gordon Spirits: Madman may very well be choking KnightMask to death, while KnightMask could very well be in the midst of crippling Madman! Seconds are ticking away but from here and I'm sure for those gladiators, it seems like several eternities have come and gone...this is more than a battle of wills...Madman is destroying KnightMask's throat...as KnightMask destroys Madman's ankle...! Madman is screaming...perhaps in pain, but I'm not sure...and KnightMask...KnightMask is unconscious!
OUR INAUGURAL WARRIOR WRESTLING HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...IS MADMAN!
Even as the referee calls for the bell, Athena Fury suddenly emerges from the crowd, armed with her bo staff. Sliding into the ring before anyone can stop her, she begins pounding the exhausted Madman with the staff.
Gordon Spirits: It's bedlam in the ring...Madman is the champion...but Athena Fury is laying into him with her bo staff...where is security...? That's all the time we've got folks...we'll be back...if there's anything left!
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Post by Admin on Apr 14, 2017 7:36:30 GMT
ANNOUNCING A SPECIAL 4-WAY BATTLE ROYAL FOR THE WARRIOR WRESTLING WORLD TITLE!
BIG DUSTY HAYSTACKS VS KNIGHTMASK VS ATHENA FURY VS MADMAN
ELIMINATION RULES IN PLACE
UNDERCARD YET TO BE DECIDED
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