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    ou(R) Fed presents: Rise of the Phoenix (Round 2)



    Rise of the Phoenix
    The Phoenix Cup Tournament
    Night 1





    The cameras open up, live on a ring surrounded by roughly 1,000 wrestling fans on all sides, the din of the crown at a reasonably tolerable level. Standing in the ring is a man known to all who are familiar with the storied history of the RFeds…. And to roughly about a quarter of the crowd in attendance.

    Joey Noone



    JN: Ladies and Gentleman, welcome to night 1 of the ouR Fed Tournament!!!


    The audience responds with a smattering of applause, as well as a few drunken yells asking Joey if his suit comes in mens.



    JN: Let’s try this again…. LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, Welcome the night 1 of the OUR FED TOURNAMENT!!!!!!


    The crowd gets the hint and responds with a loud cheer, worthy of a properly excited indie crowd.



    JN: My name is Joey Noone, and I will be calling the action for those at home, after we put all the matches together into one show and sell it on DVD of course. Blu Ray where available.


    JUST PUT IT ON THE INTERNET!!!


    JN: Now let me introduce you to the man who will be calling the action with me. He is a veteran of the latter days of the RFed, a man that made his calling with his silent brutality, I present to you…. Jonathan CAITO!!!


    With that, the heavy bass of Tool’s Sober pounds thru the $1,500 sound system, and thru the black curtain steps Caito. He stands there for a moment, looking to take it all in…. And then realizes exactly what his surroundings are. He continues to look around at the crowd, and the gymnasium as he proceeds down the aisle and thru the ropes, being handed a microphone by a stagehand before he can be welcomed by his partner.




    JN: Jonathan, it is a pleasure to have you here and I gotta ask, isn’t this a great setting for the beginning of our tournament?


    Caito continues to look around as he begins to respond to Joey’s query.



    Caito: Joey, its nice to be….. I mean its a real pleasure to be back…… Joey we are in a gymnasium man.
    JN: It promises to be an electric setting doesn’t it?
    Caito: Joey, they forgot to put one of the hoops up. Over there in the corner, behind our desk. I think there is even a bunch of kids playing basketball….
    JN: We have 4 exciting matches coming your way. I, for one, don’t know which of the 4 I am most excited for.
    Caito: It looks like they are playing Hustle.
    JN: Our first match is coming your way right now. Ring Announcer, TAKE IT AWAY!!!









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    Cypher v Kris “Fa Sho” Destiny





    Generic Ring Announcer: Ladies and Gentleman, this is our opening contest, and the first match in the PHOENIX CUP TOURNAMENT!!!!


    The entrance music of Kris “Fa Sho” Destiny begins to echo thru the gymnasium, a nearly forget song of yesteryear as Fa Sho steps thru the black curtain leading to backstage/the actual stage that the local kids put on HS Theatre with. Fa Sho comes down the steps and walks confidently to the ring, hearing his wrestling monikor announced to a crown for the first time in a very long time. He slides into the ring and takes a look around, remembering the feeling his past took away.

    As the music fades, it is only a moment before White Zombie’s More Human Than Human begins to creep thru the system. Cypher is announced over the heavy beats, before Cypher pushes his way thru the curtain, standing on the stage and looking around, before fixating his gaze on the ring, and his opponent within. Cypher strides to the ring, never taking his eyes off of Fa Sho, as he walks up the steps and thru the ropes.

    Our generic ring announcer exits the ring as the two men stare each other down from their respective corners. Both men with something to prove, one gone from the R-Feds for years under unfortunate circumstances, the other a well traveled man, recognized the world over. As those on hand begin to realize what is beginning with the first match in our multi-night tournament, smatterings of cheers and applause grow louder as the two men confidently, yet cautiously, approach each other, coming face to face with a stare down in the ring. Neither man jawing, just simply staring into each other’s eyes, perhaps their souls.


    *Bell Rings*



    JN: As our tournament begins, what do you think of our opening contest here Jon? And what sort of challenges come with being the ones tasked with starting a tournament of this magnitude.
    Caito: You can’t have a different mindset starting the tournament or ending it. Either way, the primary focus needs to be to win, and if need be, at all costs. As for these two, I don’t know them well, but I wouldn’t be surprised if this is the hardest hitting match of the first round. Also, I gotta admit, Cypher’s NES Metal Gear shirt is pretty awesome.



    Cypher makes the first move, taking his big meaty hand to the face of Fa Sho and shoving the (relatively) smaller man away. Fa Sho responds with an expression of annoyance and disrespect as he quickly gathers himself and returns to his original position, only for Cypher to repeat his tactic. Fa Sho responds quicker, but turns into a heavy overhand right hand crashing into his chest. Cypher’s advantage proves to be short lived, as Fa Sho turns and with surprising quickness and strength, lifts Cypher and quickly tries to run him into the corner. Cypher manages to grab his arm around Fa Sho’s neck, and using leverage falls backwards, holding on to the front headlock. Fa Sho is unfazed, blindly but effectively landing body blows with rights and lefts, forcing Cypher to release and push his opponent away. Both are up quickly, this time Fa Sho gaining the advantage as Cypher turns into a dropkick that sends him into the turnbuckles.

    Fa Sho up quickly and runs at his opponent, leaping and landing a flying front elbow. Trying to take advantage of a stunned Cypher, Fa Sho readies himself and again throws body shots at the big man, connecting before Cypher has a chance to cover up. What he does manage to do is push Fa Sho away, but is immediately attacked again as Fa Sho buries the side of his thigh deep into the solarplexes, trying to force the air out of the big man’s body. A second and a third have even more effect as Cypher begins to double over, allowing Fa Sho a moment to back up to the center of the ring, line his opponent up, and rush.

    Whatever his plan was, it does not come to fruition, as Fa Sho crashes into turnbuckles, Cypher having moved out of the way, running the ropes. Fa Sho staggers out of the corner and turns to find his opponent, only to be the victim of a vicious lariat.




    JN: A whopper of a clothesline from Cypher there.
    Caito: It’s a lariat Joey. And look, Fa Sho has great quickness for a man of his size, but sometimes, speed can’t outdo power, especially if you run right at it.


    Cypher quickly moves into a pin attempt, but it is too early in the match and Fa Sho kicks out at 1. Cypher simply responds by holding Fa Sho by the head and delivering several stiff shots. FaSho is released, and he attempts to put space between the two men, albeit slowly. Cypher watches him from his knees before standing himself, grabbing a recovering Fa Sho from around the back and lifting him high and overhead, releasing him and sending Fa Sho crashing with a German suplex. Cypher quickly over for another cover attempt, but still too early, FaSho out at 1. Cypher almost smiles, appreciative of the fight perhaps. He grabs his enemy with both hands around the head, looking to bring him up to a vertical position.

    Fa Sho with a quick left hand the the gut. Cypher feels it, but it doesn’t do enough. So Fa Sho, hits him with another left, and follows it up with a right. Cypher still has a hold, so Fa Sho turns his body, quickly burying his left elbow into the stomach and them immediately pivoting, a right hand traveling and coming dangerously close to a kidney punch. Cypher releases his left hand, but quarter does not come easily. Quickly, Fa Sho brings his hands together and boxes Cypher’s ears, freeing himself completely. Gaining momentum, Fa Sho stops on Cypher’s right foot, and immediately turns his body, taking Cypher down with a drop toe hold on his opposite foot.

    Both men up quickly, Fa Sho due to a renewed sense of strength, Cypher due to anger. Cypher quickly uses the nearby ropes to help himself to his feet, and turns directly into a V-Trigger Knee. The big man immediately falls backwards, stumbling between the ropes and falls to the mat below, as Fa Sho watches, catching his breathe and motioning for Cypher to get up.



    JN: Cypher has to watch out, Fa Sho has him in his sights and seems to be readying himself….. and here he comes!


    Fa Sho is indeed coming, running the ropes and diving thru the top and middle, a suicide dive directly into the body of Cypher, who once again is felled, this time into the front row of fans.



    Caito: Oh no, those poor little 115 pound guys in the front row. What a terrible terrible shame….


    As both men release themselves from the front row, Fa Sho continues his offense, nailing some knife edge chops that back Cypher up, towards the ring steps. Cypher tries to push Fa Sho away, but his retaliation leads to a straight kick to the left knee, a weak point of Cypher. Cypher feels the full effect, falling to a knee. Once again, Fa Sho measures him, and rushes forward to deliver a super kick…. and connects with the steel steps as Cypher ducks out of the way. Fa Sho is more surprised than hurt by the miss, and turns after a moment to see Cypher sliding back into the ring. Fa Sho quickly to the apron, grabbing the top rope and readying himself. He leaps, and springboards off the top rope, connecting with a knee to the face. Both men crash down, and Fa Sho quickly for the cover…








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    Kick out by Cypher


    Fa Sho with only the slightest look at the ref as he immediately tries to get Cypher back to his feet. He locks in a front chancery, throws the arm over, and begins to lift…. But Cypher isn’t ready to give up the size advantage that easily. Fa Sho tries again, but Cypher has regained some of his strength. He escapes the duplex attempt, turns his body to fully release Fa Sho’s grip, before grabbing Fa Sho around the waist and lifting him, turning and slamming him down with a belly to belly suplex. Quickly to his feet, he climbs the ropes as Fa Sho writhes in pain on the mat. Cypher quickly leaps and comes crashing down onto Fa Sho with a massive frog splash, expelling all the air out of his lungs. Cypher for the sure pin…










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    Fa Sho kicks out at 2 1/2



    JN: Fa Sho starting to look hurt here Jon.
    Caito: It’s not a great feeling to have a guy land with just about all his body weight and sink it 3 inches into the mat.
    JN: Either way, many more moves like that and I don’t think the match will be much longer.


    Cypher looks at Fa Sho in annoyance and goes for another cover. Again, it is a 2 count. Cypher rolls off, looking at the ref with a very annoyed look. He stands, bringing Fa Sho with him. He holds his head in both hands before connecting with a headset that puts Fa Sho onto a knee. A straight right hand keeps him there until Cypher brings him to his feet, locks in the chancery, and quickly does what Fa Sho could not, a snap suplex. Once again, Cypher goes for the cover, but Fa Sho kicks out just the smallest bit quicker this time.

    Quickly, Cypher brings himself and Fa Sho back to a standing position, backing his opponent into the ropes. A quick succession of front elbows to the head, rapid style, leave Fa Sho woozy and unbalanced. The ref tries to step in, only to be shoved aside by Cypher. Now knees to the gut, once again interrupted by the ref, whom Cypher attempts to chase away. He returns to his quarry… but Fa Sho kicks forward with his right leg, holding on to the top ropes with both hands to balance. Cypher is stunned, but advances again. Fa Sho repeats his tactic, this time using both legs and as much force as he can muster, sending Cypher towards the middle of the ring.

    Feeling the sudden jolt of adrenaline, Fa Sho rushes forward, leaping at and around Cypher, who is completely taken off guard as the Slingblade is executed to perfection. Cypher is quickly back up to a knee, but not quick enough to protect himself from the soccer sale kick that Fa Sho delivers directly to the chest. Cypher instinctively brings both hands to his chest in pain, stunned by the attack. Meanwhile, behind him Fa Sho is holding on to the top rope, once again measuring Cypher. This time, he connects.

    Kiss of Destiny straight to the back of Cypher’s head, both men falling. Cypher straight to the ground on his back in a prone position from the hit, and Fa Sho falls on top of him, mostly from exhaustion, into the pinfall…






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    Only it isn’t a pinfall, Cypher just managing to kick out!!!!!!!



    JN: Fa Sho can’t seem to put Cypher away.

    Caito: He does seem to be trying to pull some of the big moves out, he knows this is a fight that he can’t waste his time with.



    Fa Sho rolls off of Cypher, but remains prone for a few moments, his energy nearly spent. The referee looks at both men, and begins the dreaded ten count. The kind that always comes when the match is getting closer to the end but would never actually end the match. Both men begin to stir early in the count, Fa Sho looking for ropes to help him get to his feet, while Cypher crawls towards the corner, near the steps. Finally, Cypher makes it to the corner on one end of the and frantically pushes the top portion of the steps aside, revealing his beloved brass knuckles.

    On the other side, Fa Sho has pulled himself to his feet, and the ref is checking on him to make sure he can continue. Meanwhile, Cypher has his knucks in hand, leaning in the corner, his back to Fa Sho, trying to properly slip the knocks on his hand…..

    Suddenly, Fa Sho pushes the ref to the side and rushes at the back of Cypher, leaping and crashing into Cypher, who drops the knocks onto the ring apron. Fa Sho follows up with quick jabs and strikes to the lower back of Cypher, trying wear the man down. Fa Sho switches tactics, and begins to stomp on the back of the left knee, causing Cypher to howl in pain. With a renewed feverish pace, Fa Sho shoves Cypher from the corner towards the center of the ring, turns and props himself up on to the rope. Not wanting to give Cypher a chance to catch a break, Fa Sho leaps towards Cypher…

    Who swiftly and in one motion catches and slams Fa Sho to the mat with a power bomb, in an impressive showing of testicular fortitude, gutting it out thru the pain. Cypher knows this is now or never, quickly picking Fa Sho up, dragging him to the corner, before climbing to the second rope…


    BRAINSTEW


    The move has brought the thousand to their feet, and even interrupted the pickup basketball game in the corner, as both men lay, their energy depleted. After an agonizing few seconds, Cypher pulls it together long enough to roll over and drape an arm across his fallen foe.













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    NO!!!!!




    JN: How? Jon I don’t know how Fa Sho kicked got out of that? How is he still going?


    Joey’s shock is well placed, as Fa Sho barely is able to roll the shoulder over, perhaps more by instinct than anything else. Cypher rolls off of Fa Sho, wondering what more he can do, when he spots his dropped brass knuckles. Slowly, he once again makes his way over to his favorite weapon, as Fa Sho rolls over to his side, trying to shake the cobwebs out. Cypher reaches his knucks and puts them on, knowing what he needs to do to end this match. Cypher makes his way to his feet, rubbing his throat in preparation when the ref spots the illegal object on his hand. The referee grabs his right hand, but the 5’9 165lb man is in no way a match for someone who outweighs him by 100 pounds. Cypher pushes the referee away and directs his attack towards a now standing Fa Sho….but as Cypher begins to spit mist towards his opponent, Fa Sho quickly strikes with an open hand directly to the throat. Cypher immediately begins to choke on the mist still not expelled.


    DESTINY DROP




    Caito: You have to push thru it now, you have to hit your big move and not waste any time.


    Not wanting to waste any more time, and almost as if he can hear Caito, Fa Sho immediately grabs Cypher before he can make it to his feet on his own…..






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    Ladies and Gentleman…. The winner of the opening contest…. KRIS “FA SHO” DEEESSSSSTINY!!!




    JN: And that does it. Our first match of the Phoenix Tournament is in the books.
    Caito: Fa Sho certainly earned that victory, but he looks like absolute hell. He almost looks like a Bears fan after a Chicago, Green Bay football game. Only his side actually won.
    [CENTER]

    Fa Sho can only make it to his knees, so that is where the ref raises his hand in victory. Trying to catch his break, he looks at his opponent, the now stirring Cypher. He nods towards his opponent, knowing the fight he was just in.







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    Millertime Rebel vs Tyson Bell






    The music gets loud as Millertime Rebel makes his way thru the curtain and down the stairs. A name from yesteryear in the RFeds, he repeatedly nods to himself as he walks towards the ring. It has been a long time since we have seen him compete, and as he gets in the ring and uses the top rope to loosen his back and stretch, all that fills his mind is his opponent, and what he needs to do to be as good as he ever was.

    One Blood by The Game announces a man well known in the RFed annals. Thru the curtain walks Tyson Bell. Tyson pauses on the stage, looking out into the gymnasium. It reminded him of his younger, more unknown days, fighting for survival. He puts it out of his mind, as he makes his way to the ring, pausing only to give the slightest of nods to the announce table, and a man he had a few matches with.




    JN: It looks like Tyson is acknowledging my partner’s presence here. Jon, you are of course familiar with Tyson Bell.
    Caito: I never had the pleasure of facing Millertime Rebel in the ring, he had taken a lighter schedule before I came around. Ive faced Tyson a couple times though. He’s a tough guy, no doubt about that. Had already established himself when I made my debut. Of course, by the time I made my debut, The Dynasty had come and been gone for quite a while, along with his true glory days… not that that stops Tyson from bringing The Dynasty up multiple times a promo.
    JN: Didn’t Tyson cost you a championship once? Something about a rooftop ring in the rain….
    Caito: *glares menacingly at Joey*
    JN: Oh look, both men are now in the ring, and we are about to begin!



    *Bell Rings*



    The two men stand apart in their own corners, but the sound of the bell brings them together, both scanning quickly to see if they can grab a quick advantage. Tyson goes to hook up, but Millertime, sidesteps, getting behind and grabbing a waist lock. Tyson tries to break Miller’s hands, but ends up using his size advantage to throw elbows behind him, connecting with the head and releasing the hold. Tyson quickly turns over, grabs a side headlock, and brings Millertime to the mat with a takedown.

    Millertime tries to punch up on Tyson, connecting lightly. Miller turns his body to his side, and manages to get to a knee. From there, the two trade reversals and counters, both trying to conversely free themselves and ground their opponent. After several minutes of back and forth, they end up with Millertime having the headlock, a reversal of fortunes, and Tyson pushing him against the ropes, with the ref calling for a break.



    JN: Nice early exchange here, ref looking for a clean break.
    Caito: Yea….. I wouldn’t count on that.


    Miller releases the hold, and Tyson straightens up, Miller’s hands high in the air… which is all the opening Tyson needs for an open handed chop, which lands. What also lands is the several right hands that Millertime responds with, surprising and backing up Tyson. A quick change in tactics to knife edge chops backs Tyson against the ropes, followed by an Irish whip and a back elbow to a returning Tyson. Bell is dropped, and doesn’t have a chance to protect himself from the elbow drop before Millertime goes for the quick pin. Bell is out at 1, and immediately rolls towards and under the ropes, looking to slow down the brawler.

    Tyson walks around outside for a moment, keeping his eyes on Rebel, who stands at the ready in the center of the ring. Bell climbs the stairs, eventually into the ring as Millertime keeps his stance, his gaze. Tyson puts his hands out again, looking for a lockup as he advances, then quickly changes as he delivers a kick to the gut. Following up with a clubbing blow to the back, Tyson briefly admires his handiwork before locking in a chancery, a suplex executed to perfection. Tyson follows up quickly, mounting Millertime in a ground and pound, using his elbow to try to break thru the hands protecting Miller. Eventual, Millertime is able to free a leg and starts to kick, freeing himself from the ground and pound position. Both men back to their feet, with Miller hitting the ropes. Tyson ducks low to avoid the clothesline, and is able to grab Millertime, who had come to a stop, lifting him and crashing back down with a sidewalk slam. Another pin attempt by Bell, and very early into the two count does Rebel kick out.

    Bell looks only a moment at the ref before raising back to his feet, delivering a few stomps to the body. Again, Bell backs up, and measuring Millertime, drops a knee onto the back of the neck. A quick follow up sees Tyson take his knee and put it in Rebel’s back, hands locked around his jaw and leaning back, trying to wrench and torque Millertime’s neck.



    Caito: Look, Tyson isn’t gonna get a submission out of this. Everyone here knows it, probably except you Joey. All he is trying to do is punish Millertime, make him think, and weaken the head and neck for his Bonecrusher.


    Tyson wrenches back once more for good measure, and then slams Millertime’s head forward, only Miller getting his hands in front of his face sparing the worst possible damage. Tyson is up to his feet, jawing, telling Millertime to get up for more. To his credit, Millertime does indeed begin to get to his feet before Tyson decides to help him. With both hands around Miller’s head, he looks around at the crowd, a confident look over his face.

    This one brief moment of relaxation is all the opening that the smaller man needs. He quickly wraps his own hands around the top of Bell’s head and brings all his weight down, a jawbreaker releasing him and backing up Bell. Millertime follows up. A straight kick to the gut. A right hand. Another. Knife edge chop. An Irishwhip sends Tyson across the ring, with the rebound opening himself up to a Lou These press. Now it is Millertime in the ground and pound position, opening up and raining down rights on Bell, who manages to cover up and block the majority of the strikes. Millertime to his feet, and running the ropes. Tyson up as well, but facing the wrong way as he is taken down from behind with a bulldog. Tyson hits hard and Millertime immediately goes for the cover…










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    Kickout by Tyson


    A very audible “Damnit” from Rebel, who felt like he had built enough steam to take Tyson by surprise there.



    JN: Rebel has all the momentum on his side.
    Caito: Gonna take more than momentum to keep Tyson down for that long.



    Both men to their feet, but Millertime once again taking advantage, grabbing Tyson from behind by the trucks and pulling him into a forearm to the lower back. Rebel repeats the maneuver, with Bell going to a knee. Once again, Millertime runs the ropes, running in front of Bell, hitting the ropes….. before being picked up and slammed down with a spinebuster from Bell. The momentum brings Tyson back to a kneeling position, his face a mixture of annoyance, determination, and tired. Tyson brings Miller back to his feet, executing a scoop slam, followed by a leg drop before he goes to make the cover…














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    Kick Out




    Tyson slams his hand to the mat three times, telling the ref what his job is. Tyson brings Rebel to a vertical position, holding on as he delivers a shot to the head, and then another. Tyson sends Millertime into the ropes, picking him up for a Samoan Drop….. but Millertime somehow finds leverage and instead turns it into a Crucifix Pin attempt….












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    Tyson just frees an arm to roll his shoulder over!!!


    Tyson up fast but Rebel up faster. Tyson rushes Millertime, who responds with a back body drop. Tyson hits hard but is up quickly, met by Millertime and several rights. Tyson is backed into the corner, where Millertime attempts to bring Tyson down to his size by grabbing the ropes and stomping Tyson down. Feeling the tide turning in his direction, Millertime grabs the arm of Tyson and goes for an irish whip… reversed by Tyson, and Rebel is the one who crashes into the corner. Now it is Tyson’s turn to follow up and he does so by rushing his monster frame towards Millertime….. who escapes a mere moment before Tyson can crash into him with a huge splash



    JN: Neither man can hold an advantage for long. Can that be the mistake that leads to the end of the match?
    Caito: Neither many can really afford too many more without it costing them the 3.
    JN: That may have been the last mistake, as Millertime Rebel looks like he has all the confidence and is feeling himself right now.


    Millertime Rebel is indeed feeling himself, watching Tyson stagger out of the corner. He readies himself, waiting for Tyson to turn to face him, as he springs into action with SWEET DIXIELAND……. But Tyson sidesteps him. Millertime turns quickly to attack his opponent…..



    WEST SIDE BONECRUSHER!!!



    Millertime crashes to the mat, and Bell is up quickly, stacking Rebel up and placing both hands on his shoulders to keep them down.










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    Ladies and Gentleman…. The winner of the match…. TYYYYSON BEEEEELLLLLL!!!


    Bell back to his feet so that the referee can raise his hand. He spares a nod in Millertime Rebel’s direction, before turning towards the crowd and throwing his hands in the air, celebrating his victory, and advancement to the next round.



    JN: And that does it. Tyson Bell moves on alongside Fa Sho to the next round in this tourney.
    Caito: This was a bit of a faster paced match than I expected. Credit to Millertime Rebel for his showing, but Tyson was just a little bit better tonight.




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    The Jitterman vs Gehrig Gardner









    ​We don't have the budget for the area to go black, (it is gymnasium after all) or a screen, but the rather creepy tones of something this man calls music still comes thru the sound system. A veiled woman, wearing what looks like a black wedding dress, walks past the curtain holding a book of some kind. the figure turns its head, when suddenly a man that can only be The Jitterman appears besides her. They both walk down the steps, marching towards the ring as several near by stand in awe of the size of the man.





    JN: Once again, another big man coming down the aisle to take part in this tournament Jon.
    Caito: There’s no shortage…. But this dude seems a bit…. Odd. And for what its worth, I had a hotter manager back in the day.
    JN: How is Jules anyways?
    Caito: Well, last time I spoke to here she said “Hey, I have this great commentary gig for you”….. and here I am. Lying bitch.



    The Jitterman reaches the ring and climbs in, as Alice moves towards Joey and Jon, and the empty seat nearby.



    JN: Maybe you’ll get to ask her questions about her management style Jon?
    Caito: I’m no broadcast journalist. Id rather go ask this kids if they plan on stopping to play ball while this show is on.


    As the creepy music dies down, the mood and timbre of the music changes, announcing the mountain of a man, former professional football player Gehrig Gardner. He steps thru the curtain, shouting with intensity. As he marches to the ring, he continually rolls his shoulders, looking impressive.



    Caito: See, now this is a guy I can get behind. He just needs to get some time and experience under his belt, and in the meantime hope that raw power and intensity does the trick for him.



    *Bell Rings*



    Quickly, Jitterman and his massive size moves towards Gardner, but Gehrig quickly steps thru the ropes. It takes a bit of effort from the ref to convince the big man to stand down for a moment, with Gardner looking on. The ref finally gets the Jitterman to back down, and calls for Gardner to get back in the ring. Gehrig does, but again heads thru the ropes as the Jitterman approaches, smiling the whole time as the Jitterman tries to intimidate the ref to let him pass. Gehrig hops down from the apron, audibly laughing as he is trying to get into the head of the Jitterman.

    At least until he turns and sees Alice, sitting besides Joey and Caito in a chair, knitting, barely paying attention. Gardner goes and stands over her, as if to intimidate her next. Except, she continues to not pay attention to him.



    JN: What do you make of this?
    Caito: I said that he needed time and experience, but apparently he needs some maturity too. I don’t hate trying to get into your opponents head, but doing it this way makes you more of a tool than anything else.


    Gehrig, hearing the words of Jonathan Caito, turns his attention, focusing squarely on the former Fedder. He motions at him, daring him to talk shit to his face. Slowly, and without fear, Caito rises at the table, his years as a pro wrestler seeing to it that there is no trepidation, as Caito has faced bigger men than this before. The crowd gets awfully silent and attentive, as this is the most interesting thing that has happened yet in this “match”. It is so silent in the gymnasium, you can even hear the particularly bad shot that hit the rim so hard, the basketball somehow made its way past the feet of he crowd and in the vicinity of the announcers desk.



    JN: Ummmmm Jon, calm down, you’re here as an announcer, there’s no need to….
    Caito: don’t worry Joey, this guy is never gon……


    It only took the momentarily glance from Caito to Joey for Gehrig to grab Caito’s water, and throw it directly in his face. Caito stood there, his face soaked, fuming. But Gehrig quickly moved on, grabbing the book Alice had and threw it aside, laughing. This enraged the Jitterman on the inside of the ring, who attempted to crawl thru the ropes, before being held up by the ref and backed towards the opposite ropes. Laughing, Gehrig felt he had done enough, and hopped onto the apron and began to climb thru the ropes…..



    JN: Caito what are you doing?


    With swift movement and accuracy, Caito picked up the wayward basketball and threw it directly into the side of Gardner’s head. Gardner tripped thru the ropes, quickly got to his feet and leaned over the ropes, gesturing at Caito, who simply pointed behind Gardner. Gehrig, confused, turned around…


    NIGHT NIGHT


    Gardner is immediately dropped, but the Jitterman wastes no time, picking the man back up to his feet before setting him up for


    BED BUGS BITE




    The pinfall is academic










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    Ladies and Gentleman…. Your winner…. THE JITTERMAN!


    Alice stands from her chair to applaud her charge, and retrieve her tome. Caito, meanwhile, has picked the basketball back up and seats himself at the table.



    JN: What just happened?
    Caito: I don’t know. I came into this thinking Jitterman was gone play the role of shit heel, then Gardner wanted to try to fight while unprepared…. It’s a shame, these things app…. What do you need?


    One of the youths who had been playing basketball, dressed in shorts and a t-shirt with a very large and ominous tumbleweed adoring it, gestures towards the basketball. Caito smirks, tossing it back at him.



    Caito: Kid, take my advice, you lot go home now.


    Joey shoots a confused look at Caito, who uses a towel brought to him by a stagehand to clean himself up, as the boy rushes back thru the crowd and out the door, his friends in tow.



    Caito: Well, that was more effort than I thought I’d put in. Whats next?




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    Mr H. Vs Rip





    JN: We have come to our marquee match of the night, featuring two men incredibly popular names from the history of the RFeds, and also two men that you are incredibly familiar with.
    Caito: I’m not gonna lie to you Joey, and I’m certainly not gonna lie to the fans…. I am going to be biased here. I had quite a few matches with Mr H, who was going by the name mth when we had our matches. He is a great wrestler, and is really one of the best examples of the full package in the industry. But one of the things he said about Ripper was absolutely true, and that he was a father figure to a whole lot of us. Myself included. Hell, I retired Rip, made him tap out. So what did he do? He took me in, was willing to teach me. And when I had my own personal problems, needed a safe place for MY girls, he offered up his home. I tagged with his son Ben in Japan. And I was in the UK as much as I could when…. What’s important is that Ripper is more than a father figure to be, he is a damn good man, no matter. And that’s where my heart is tonight.
    JN: I understand, and well said. Let’s go back to the ring for the final match of first round, and of the night.


    Music that can somehow be described as both gaudy and creepy seeps its way into the St Rajah Gymnasium, with only one person that could possibly be announcing. With a bit of flare, Mr H pushes thru the curtain with his right hand, keeping it up and giving a Queen’s wave to the crowd. H saunters his way down to the the ring, crawling onto the apron when he gets to it, his tongue out. As Mr H straightens himself up, against the ropes, his eyes find a former nemesis. He smiles, waving his fingers towards Caito before turning to his side and bending backwards, choosing an abnormal way to climb thru the ropes. H finds the corner opposite the entrance, and seats himself on top, awaiting his old “friend”, his opponent for tonight.

    Jerusalem announces that opponent, and thru the curtain steps the old Ripper. Many of those in attendance rise to get a look at the legend, his sleeveless shirt revealing arms and shoulders that have held the weight of the world. He looks around at the crowd, and much like other competitors before, nods to himself as he steps down the stage, marching to the ring with a purpose, pausing only to share a glance with Caito, who nods in response.



    Caito: Go get him.


    Rip turns his attention to the man in the ring, walking up the ring steps and stepping thru the ropes, heading directly towards H before the ref gets in between, asking Rip to wait for the bell. Mr H, meanwhile, simply smiles his Cheshire grin, toothy. He hops down and grabs the ropes, stretching, as both men await for….



    *Bell Rings*



    The two men meet in the middle of the ring, silent, but with a certain amount of hostility. Eye to eye, they stare into each other, perhaps past each other, until Mr H cocks his head to the side, a quizzical expression on his face, developing right back into that smile. He begins to walk around Rip, his eyes never wavering. Rip continues to stand still, moving only his head in order to keep an eye on his opponent. H’s walk turns into a bit of a strut, as if he is showing off to us. Yet Rip stands his ground, his gaze unwavering, even when Mr H comes to a stop in front of him again, and watches as H calmly and flamboyantly reaches his arm towards Rip.

    Suddenly, with the speed of a man decades younger, Rip moves. Grabbing Mr H by his outstretched arm, he spins, putting it in a ringer and immediately steps forward with a short-armed clothesline. H hits the ground, but Rip keeps control of the arm and brings him back to his feet for another clothesline. Still holding on, Rip twists the arm again before laying into H with one, two knife edge chops. Mr H is dragged back to his feet, only for Rip to step into him and throw him over his hips, yet still holding on to the arm. An Armbar is locked in, with a knee to the neck of Mr H, who is now frantically trying to reach out towards the ropes. After serval agonizing moments, H does indeed find a rope break, stretching his leg as far as it can go before laying it on the bottom rope. The ref calls for a clean break, and Rip gives him one.

    Rip retreats to the middle of the ring, still never taking his eyes off Mr H, who is now lying on the mat against the ropes, looking up at the Ripper. Eventually, he pulls himself up and smirks, nodding as he again begins to circle Rip. Arms outstretched, he invites Rip and gets a collar and elbow. For a moment, they seem to be at a standstill, until Rip puts his weight and power advantage to use, backing Mr H into the corner. Again, a break is called for, and again, Rip gives one… and then suddenly Mr H leans forward and gives Rip a kiss on the forehead, before immediately putting his body between the top and middle rope.



    JN: What is Mr H hoping to accomplish here. Are these just mind games? Or is there something else at play here.
    Caito: It’s mind games. It always has been. And on quite a few performers, it would work to unnerve them, giving him an instant advantage. But there is very little Rip hasn’t seen in his time in the RFeds. This isn’t something that is going to really put him off his game.


    Rip backs towards the center of the ring again, briefly touching his forehead, before readying himself again for Mr H. Pulling himself back into the ring, H smirks yet again, and once again moves forward, arms outstretched for a tie up…. But Rip doesn’t let him, a straight right hand nearly flooring Mr H. Rights and lefts back up Mr H, and this time, no clean break is given. The bigger and is laying in body shots, and Mr H is doing his best to cover up. Rip grabs H around the waist and takes a few steps back, before turning his body and throwing Mr H overhead in a belly to belly suplex. Mr H hits the mat hard, and gets up holding his back, only to be taken over by a Judo throw. Mr H is reeling, up to his feet slower this time..however, as Rip comes at him yet again, a kick straight to the knee immediately halts the progress. Quickly, Mr H grabs Rip and throws him threw the ropes, past the apron to the floor below, finally giving himself respite.

    Mr H recovers himself quickly, as Rip has grabbed at his knee on the outside. Mr H to the apron, pointing waiting for Rip to turn around, running and leaping off the apron when he does so, driving both knees into the face of Rip, taking him down. Mr H up, bringing Rip with him. Quickly and effectively, Mr H hammers him with several forearms, before grabbing Rip by the arm, using it to Irish-whip Rip into the steel steps, his back crashing. Mr H slides back in the ring, the ref telling him to stay there as he turns his attention to Rip, beginning the ten count.

    Rip pulls himself to his feet and looks towards the ring, as Mr H blows him a kiss, and then begins shadow boxing. Rip grunts, then smacks himself in the knee as if to get feeling back, before climbing back onto the apron and thru the ropes.



    JN: That knee of Rip may come into play later on in this match. That has to be what Mr H is hoping for.
    Caito: It’s no secret that Rip’s knees have been his weakness for a long time. That is a lot of years of wear and tear on a man that doesn’t know how to quit.


    Again, the two men go for a tie-up, but H feints, moving around Rip and going into a rear waistlock. Waist lock leads to a side headlock, which Rip pushes H off of, forcing him to run the ropes. Mr H ducks under a clothesline, then attempts to take Rip over with a sunset flip. Rip maintains his leverage however, and drops a knee, aiming for Mr H’s face. H moves just in time, and aims a shot to the knee… which is caught by Rip. Once again, with control of the arm, Rip brings H to his feet, trapping his arm and executes another suplex. Rip to his feet, watching and waiting for Mr H. Rip approaches Mr H as he gets to his feet…. And is greeted with an open handed slap to the face.

    It takes Rip a moment to to process what happens, and when he does, he instantly sees red. He throws a strike, that is ducked by H, who returns a jab. Rip doesnt feel it, and throws another, which again, H ducks and dances away, getting a few jabs in. Rip throws one more wild punch, missing again. Mr H counters with a kick to the gut that doubles Rip over, following it up with a DDT that plants Rip. H quickly goes for a cover…






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    JN: We are starting to see a bit more urgency out of Mr H.
    Caito: Yeah, but Mr H needs to keep attacking. You can’t give Rip any time to heal or he will make you pay.


    Mr H wastes no time, staying on top of his attack. He leaps in the air, his knee crashing onto Rip’s. While this does damage to H, the weakened knee of Rip takes the full brunt, as he reaches back to try and get H off. It is to no avail, as H hooks Rip’s leg with his own, and the falls backwards, putting even more torque on the knee. Rip reaches for Mr H’s face, trying to free himself in any way. Rip manages to claw at H’s eyes, releasing the hold, but H comes back quickly, rolling over and throwing strikes of his own, connecting several times with the face of Rip. Back to his feet, Mr H quickly kicks at Rip’s knee again, before grabbing his leg and falling backwards, a leg lock in full effect.

    Rip knows he is in trouble, and immediately begins to try to kick at Mr H. Mr H keeps holding on though, and Rip starts to look for another way out. Using all of his strength, he begins to drag himself towards the ropes. He gets within a fingertip, and reaches as far as he can. Eventually, he reaches his goal and the ref calls for a break. He doesn’t get a clean one though, as Mr H, holding onto the leg, gets to his feet and drags Rip back to the middle. He tries to readjust his hold on the knee, but Rip catches him with a kick. And another. Finally, Rip is able to use both legs and propel Mr H off of him, freeing himself.

    Mr H quickly up to his feet and advances on Rip, receiving a strike to the gut for his trouble. Rip up to a knee, another shot to the gut. Rip now on both feet, and backs Mr H into the corner, before whipping him across, crashing into the opposite turnbuckles. Rip advances on Mr H cautiously, but still catches a couple feet thrown into him from H, who takes Rip backing off to duck thru the ropes, readying himself. Springboarding off the top, H flies thru the air, his elbow hitting the mark. Rip manages to keep his feet however, so Mr H runs right on past him. But as he hits the ropes, Rip is gone from the center of the ring. A quick turn to the left fills in the rest, as Rip collides into Mr H, sending him flying into the ropes, crashing to the mat. Mr H tries to get back to his feet quickly, but turns into Rip, who grabs him, sets him up…..Piledriver. Mr H bounces off the mat, and Rip quickly over to make the cover…










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    Mr H rolls his shoulder over, breaking the count, as Rip rolls off of him in annoyance.


    Mr H, looking slightly dazed, keeps his shoulder up, reaching out to nothing in particular.



    Caito: You see that Joey? H knows now he is in a fight. Rip is gonna come at him with everything he has got now. And you can be sure he will overwhelm H.



    Rip to his feet, bringing his antagonist with him. A shot to the head, then another, before Rip hooks Mr H, and lifts him high in the air, a stalling suplex the goal…. But Mr H turns his body and lands on his feet. Rip releases and turns to H, who immediately runs the ropes. Rip aims a back elbow, which is ducked under. Mr H continues to run deftly, hopping over the ropes to the apron, turning towards his opponent as Rip turns toward him…. XO.



    Caito: Damn…


    The innovative slingshot flatliner, takes down Rip, but Mr H also is down on the mat, and the referee looks at both, knowing he has no choice but to begin the ten count.










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    Both men to their feet, and the referee calls off the count.

    Mr H is the first one to respond, jumping into Rip with a forearm smash. Rip is staggered, but stays on his feet and responds with a right hand. Another forearm from H is returned by another right from Rip. Forearm blocked, the right is not. And another right, another. ANOTHER. Rip has found a spot of adrenaline, using it to pummel Mr H to his knees, his arms no longer up to cover. Rip with a primal scream, stamping his feet telling H to hit him. Mr. H tries, but his wild right hand is ducked, and instead he is taken over with a Northern Lights suplex. Rip can’t hold the bridge though, and quickly rolls off, measuring Mr H.

    Mr H, is staggering to his feet, turning and finding himself again in Rip’s clutches. Rip lifts him to his shoulders in what looks like a backbreaker, but long time fans know what comes next…



    Caito: Pendulum! He’s gonna hit it!!!


    But Mr H knows what is coming as well, and wildly throws as many elbows as possible to release himself. Enough impact Rip’s head, and he is forced to drop Mr H to his feet. He is spun around, and Mr H delivers a kick… that is caught by Rip. Hopping on one leg, Mr H executes the most effective counter, leaping for an enziguiri… that Rip ducks under. Mr H, crashes to the mat, and Rip adjusts his hold on the leg, dropping to the mat as Mr H screams in agony, having been caught in the RIPPER.

    Mr H is far from the ropes, and the referee is right there, asking H if he wants to give it up. The crowd has gotten loud, watching a man give it his all too win. Slowly, painfully, Mr H tries to drag himself to the ropes, trying to drag along his bigger opponent. Little by little, he makes headway, his muscle growth over the last few years paying great dividends. Rip, knowing he has only moments to make H tap, rips and tears, trying to wrench the ankle, doing everything he can to end this. Finally, Mr H reaches out one last time, grazing the bottom rope, before grabbing it in full. The ref calls for the break…. But Rip refuses. He holds on as the referee tries to manually break the hold, finally resorting to a 5 count.










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    Rip finally breaks the hold, shoving Mr H aside.



    JN: Rip nearly getting himself disqualified there?
    Caito: That man knows exactly what he is doing. You have until 5, so break it 4. Tear into your opponent, do whatever it takes to get the win and move on!


    Mr H rolls underneath the bottom rope, trying to put a barrier between himself and his opponent. Rip, knowing he only needed to put on the RIPPER one more time and the match was his, advances on Mr H, reaching over the top rope. He grabs H, and hooks him, looking for a front suplex… but Mr H counters, grabbing Rip around the back of the head and hanging him up on the top rope. Rip staggers and falls to a knee, and Mr H quickly follows up, stepping thru the ropes and advancing on Rip.




    SFK!!!




    Rip slumps to the mat, but Mr H falls as well, grabbing at his ankle, still in a great deal of pain. He comes to his senses quickly, and covers Rip.












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    NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!




    JN: HE KICKED OUT!!! RIP KICKED OUT!!! How in the hell did he do that.
    Caito: That man WILL NOT DIE! You cannot kill that hard old man, he will keep coming back!


    Mr H looks around, shock the expression on his face. Mr H is up, and confronts the referee, three fingers in his face. Rip, slowly stirring, grunts in pain, breaking Mr H’s confrontation. With renewed rage, Mr H rushes to Rip’s side, hammering him with right elbows. A furious pace, perhaps hoping to knock Rip out of commission, he is only stopped by the referee, who is calling for a break so he can check on Rip. Mr H refuses, and the referee is forced to get between the two. Mr H tries to push the referee aside, but this is a stubborn zebra, determined to do his job, finally up and shoving Mr H away, pointing to his own shirt, demanding H allow him to do his job. Mr H finally relents, even blowing the ref a kiss as the referee goes to the side of Rip, who is trying to stand.

    Seeing a perfect opportunity, Mr H begins to gently massage at his throat, preparing. Rip, finally up and trying to convince the referee he can still continue, eventually forcefully switches spots with the referee, putting himself between the ref and Mr H. Rip turns…




    BLUE GOO ACHOO










    To the REFEREE!!!!








    Rip, having known Mr H for as long as he did, sees the move coming and ducks out of the way. The referee is not so lucky, the blue mist dazing him, and after taking a few staggered steps away, eventually fells him to the mat. Mr H looks at the referee in complete annoyance for getting in his way, until circumstances change force his expression from annoyance to pain…. As Rip delivers a low blow from behind. H instinctively with his hands down, is suddenly turned around by Rip….




    PENDULUM!!!




    Mr H is down, Rip is down, but crawling over to H, finally laying an arm down over Mr H in a pinfall.




    JN: Rip has the cover, but there is no referee!
    Caito: GET SOMEONE DOWN HERE!!! RIP has the match won!
















































































    Finally, a referee emerges from the curtain, hitting the ring and sliding into a perfect position….
























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    Both men are still down after Mr H barely got his shoulder rolled over. The new referee, after briefly shaking each mans hand, begins his ten count. Both men stir early, and finally bring themselves to their knees. From there, exhausted, they exchange right hands. Slow and steady at first, with each trade of strikes, they gain speed, adrenaline, and power. Mr H finally takes an advantage forcing Rip to a knee, before retreating to a corner, climbing the second rope, and leaping at Rip… who catches him briefly, before slamming him into the corner with a Buckle BOMB…


    Or at least, as much of one as he can muster, his knees giving him problems and robbing him of his full power. Mr H still feels some effect, but is able to recover as Rip charges the turnbuckle. One straight right foot to the Patella all he needs to stop the charging man. Rip is felled immediately, up quickly….. and in quite a bit of pain. He hops away, barely able to put and weight on his leg. Mr H quickly out of the corner with one more kick to the patella, following it up by grabbing Rip around the head and laying a devastating knee strike to the head…. And then two more.


    JN: These are hard, stiff strikes, and I don’t know how many more Rip can take…
    Caito: Come on…..


    Mr H backs away, again into the corner, watching Rip closely. Rip, still on a knee, turns to H, their eyes meeting, locked on. Mr H, takes a moment. A long one…


    Before pointing at Rip, nodding towards him, and rushing forward.




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    The referee’s hand slams the mat for a third time, with a finality that can be felt deep in your soul.















    Ladies and Gentleman…. The winner of the match…. MIIIIIIISSSSSTER HHHHH!



    Mister H, stands in the middle of the ring, looking down at his fallen foe. What thoughts are going thru his head, we are unsure about. What is sure is that he took everything this old legend had, and came out on top. The referee raises his hand in victory, but it is unknown if Mr H even realizes it happens. Meanwhile, Jonathan Caito has stood at the announce table, removing is headset and walking towards the apron.



    JN: Folks, we have had a helluva night here. I wish I could get my broadcast partner’s opinion on the night, but he has left the announce table. What I do know is we have our four men who have advanced to the second round. Fa Sho, The Jitterman, Tyson Bell, and Mr H have all advanced. The matchups will be posted on rajah.com, and we will be back for our second night of the Phoenix Cup Tournament. Until then, we thank you for joining us, and we wish you all a Happy New Year. Good night everybody!!!


    As Joey signs off, Jonathan climbs the apron, and thru the ropes, his eyes on a friend, who is struggling to make it to his feet. Mr H, gives Caito a cursory glance, before exiting the ring, walking away, but turning back to get one last look at his opponent in the ring. He disappears past the curtain, as the crowd remains on their feet.

    Caito, propping himself under Rip’s left arm, helps his friend to his feet as the audience cheers in appreciation for the old vet. The two men look at each other, one the weary veteran, the other a man who owes the other more than he can repay. They nod to each other in appreciation, before Rip can raise his gaze to the audience of 1,000 applauding his efforts. Our feed fades away as Rip raises his right arm, in acknowledgement and thanks.







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    Joey Noone and Jonathan Caito stand in the ring in the middle of the small arena, surrounded by 5,000 wrestling fans who actually know what they are there for, unlike our previous installment.



    Joey Noone: LADIES AND GENTLEMAN……. WELCOME BACK to our Rajah PHOENIX CUP TOURNAMENT!!!!!!! Jonathan we, got a great night ahead of us.
    Jonathan Caito: See Joey, now this is at least a decent crowd. And look around, not a single kid trying to play basketball.
    JN: We have an action packed night for everyone, 4 matches scheduled to go on tonight, bookended by Ladder matches that will advance us in our tournament. As for the middle two matches….
    JC: Nahahahhaha…… we can’t actually talk about those.
    JN: What do you mean?
    JC: They’re not gonna be on the DVD. Production and copyright issues.
    JN: Oh…. Well…. Either way, let’s get right to the action everyone, with our first match of the evening, The Jitterman…
    JC: Yeah, i’m just gonna call him Jitters.
    JN: versus Mr H!!!





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    The Jitterman v Mr. H









    As the arena goes dark, with the lights and screen flickering, the woman known as Alice steps thru the entrance. She slowly looks around, speaking to her book. She is eventually followed by a large, imposing figure.


    The man known as the Jitterman


    Together, they make their way to the ring, Jitters only passing here when they reach the ringside area. This monster of a man enters the ring as Alice finds a comfortable chair provided for her right next to Joey Noone, whom is NOT thrilled.


    The lights eventually turn back to full power and the music changes, announcing the arrival of a man currently know to the wrestling world as Mr. H.



    JN: This is going to be a clash of styles here Jon. H, the wily veteran, who has been there and done that against the newcomer with such awesome power in Jitterman.
    JC: Interesting to see how mth’s strategy here changes. I was hard on him for good reason about Rip, but Jitters is a whole different monster here. Let’s see if he can repeat his “fortune” from the first round.



    As he makes his way to ringside, Mr H stops to briefly turn his attention to Caito, a man who was very vocally against him in the first match of this tournament. That momentary distraction is enough for Jitters, who slides out of the ring, spinning H around and delivers a right hand that completely takes H by surprise. Another right hand drives H back-first into the commentary table, where he finds Jitters massive hands wrapped around his neck, trying to break the airflow of the smaller man, as Alice looks in approvingly, having taken a seat. Jitters releases the grip with one of his hands, raising it high in the air before smashing down, nearly caving in the chest of Mr. H, who is finally released and staggers away from the big man, holding his throat and crawling into the ring. Jitters follows him, for finally……





    *BELL RINGS*




    …. and our match is officially underway, with Jitters once again grabbing H, and sending him over the top rope to the floor below.


    Jitters also exits the ring, making his own way to the ladder set up in the walkway. As he reaches it, H attacks from behind, having gained enough whereabouts to begin his offensive maneuver. Jitters turns and eats several right hands before grabbing H around the back of the head and delivering a headbutt that once again falls H, his back lightly grazing the ring steps. His attention fully returned to his opponent, Jitters stands H up, looking to throw him forcefully into the ring steps, only for his move to be countered and reversed, Jitters being the one who meets the steps. As quickly as he can, Mr H gathers himself and the ladder still set up in the walkway, folding it on itself and throwing it at the bigger man, who cannot avoid the steel projectile. The ladder bounces off Jitters, who gets up and tries to move away, making it partially to the other side of the apron when he turns around, finding that H had mounted the ladder onto his shoulder, aiming it directly at the man’s jaw. Once again, Jitters crashes to the mat, and H follows up by simply dropping the ladder onto him.


    Mr H raises and arm, looking towards the audience, who respond with jubilation that the action has started hot and heavy in this program, before he grabs the ladder, sliding it into the ring. H sets his ladder up, wanting to end this match early, and begins to climb as Jitter begins to make his way back into the ring. H sees him and doesn’t hesitate, launching himself and catching Jitters with a flying knee. H up quickly and stays on the attack, dropping an elbow to the big man, before bouncing off the ropes to deliver a second, more forceful one. Again off the ropes, this time leaping high into the air and dropping his knee directly to the masked forehead. Off the ropes again, this time a sliding basement dropkick, trying to knock Jitters out of the ring. His nemesis comes to rest under the ropes, and H decides that is close enough to try again, as he picks the ladder back up and places it under his prize, ready to ascend.


    But Jitters suddenly is up quickly, yanking H down, his body crashing to the mat as the ladder falls, bouncing across the ropes. Mr H is picked back up, with clubbing blows levied against his back, before Jitters tries to send him against the ropes with an Irish Whip. H reverses, delivering a kick when Jitters returns, and hooks him for a DDT…. That doesn’t come. Jitters not only blocks the DDT, but manages to pick H high up in the air and toss him forward, crashing face first to the mat. H makes his way to his feet, only to be grabbed and tossed overhead with a suplex that nearly sends H out of the ring.


    JN: H having a hard time keeping a consistent offensive attack here against The Jitterman.
    JC: Last time we saw this man, it was essentially a squash match, so we didn’t get a chance to see what he was capable of. We are getting more of an opportunity here.
    JN: He had a squash match because his opponent was focused on you…
    JC: I already forgot that man’s name.





    Jitters places the ladder in the corner, folded up against the turnbuckles and sends H flying into it face first. H is then sent into the opposite corner, where Jitters follows him, a huge splash in the corner driving all the air out of H, who falls first to his knees, and then to a prone position, as Jitters looks to take advantage. He retrieves the ladder, carefully setting it up in the middle of the ring before he attempts to climb. But H is up somehow, and he delivers a strike to the side of Jitters. The effect is short lived, as Jitters drops to the mat and immediately delivers a back elbow, knocking H back down. Jitters climbs again, this time Mr H goes to the opposite side of the ladder, both men ascending. They reach the top at the same time, exchanging blows, their quarry temporarily forgotten. Eventually, Jitters gains the advantage, knocking H from the ladder to land on his feet on the mat below. H quickly back up, and just as quickly knocked back down. Jitters reaches high for his prize, but H hits a dropkick on the ladder, momentarily destabilizing it. Jitters holds on though, and once again reaches, until the ladder twists and falls out from under him, H having successfully dropkicked the ladder and knocking it down.


    Both men raise themselves to their feet, and it would appear that Jitters has had enough of the games. He kicks the ladder under the bottom rope, it lands near the feet of Alice, who is still doing her knitting.



    JC: Dude, this broad is talking to herself.
    JN: I’m honestly scared to look over at her.
    JC: You’re scared to look at any woman.




    Mr H looks across the ring at Jitters and nods in understanding. There is no point trying to climb if that man still stands. H rushes Jitters, ducking under a right hand and responding with stiff forearm smashes to the jaw. He succeeds in backing Jitters up against the ropes, but is suddenly grabbed and catches a knee thrust to the gut. Jitters grabs H around the back of the head and turns, depositing him into the corner. A straight open handed chop to the chest reverberates around the arena, as Jitters tosses H to the mat and follows up with a leg drop. Jitters pauses there, his full weight still on his opponent, looking around.



    JC: Jitters starting to get too comfortable here, and Mr H needs to do something to change that.



    Jitters tosses H from the ring on one side, and then steps outside on the opposite side, retrieving the previously disposed ladder. He slides it into the ring, as H is pulling himself to his feet on the opposite side. With a burst of energy, Mr H slides into the ring and rushes towards Jitters, who was trying to slide in underneath the ropes. H holds onto the top rope as he stomps at the big man, trying to slow him down. Jitters is still trying to get to his feet as H backs up, loading up his arm…. And delivers a perfect Chainsaw Forearm that knocks Jitters from the ring, although he lands on his feet on the mat below. Mr H readies himself to run the ropes again, but his leg is grabbed, and he is dragged underneath the ropes to join Jitters, who executes a perfectly violent lariat that nearly turns H inside out. Jitters takes a moment, his breathing slowing down and becoming more stable before he re-enters the ring.


    Jitters grabs the ladder and sets it up, moving noticeably slower than earlier in the contest. The ladder stable, Jitters begins to climb it when he is suddenly attacked. H, having grabbed himself a weapon, has taken a steel chair shad shoved it directly into the side of Jitters, who retreats to the ring mat before H takes the chair back and full out swings, catching Jitters full force in the shoulder, crashing him to the mat. Quickly, H props the ladder in the corner and climbs the ropes. Jitters makes his way to his feet and sees the ladder thrust in his direction. He quickly and instinctively catches it, only for H to leap from the top rope and dropkick the ladder directly into his face, the mask offering little protection.




    JN: Mr H simply keeps getting back up and keeps coming, no matter how many times Jitterman knocks him down.
    JC: Jitters has to hit a homer shot on mth, or else he may not like the way this match ends.



    Mr H looks around and sees Jitters stirring, but slowly. Perhaps this is the time? H gets the ladder in the middle of the ring and places it, readying himself. One by one, Mr H climbs the ladder, until his fingers are able to graze his prize, when suddenly he feels his angle above the ground moving. Jitters has made it back to his feet, and is pushing the ladder over. Mr H hops down, hoping to avoid damage, and instead finds the top rope waiting for him, as he crashes against it and bounces back into the ring hard.


    Both men are slow to get up, both showing the pain and effects of the match. But Jitters is up first, and we can only assume that he is mad. With Mr H still down, Jitters takes the ladder and props it in the corner. Jitters then turns his attention to his opponent, who is finally up to a knee, before he is unwittingly grabbed and forcefully thrown head first into the ladder. H rebounds off the ladder and back into the arms of Jitters, who grabs the back of the head and begins to smash H’s forehead into the ladder, these repeated shots not only quickly wearing away what paint escaped the perspiration, but breaking open the skin beneath, allowing blood to freely escape from the wound. Spaghetti-legged, H is then propped with his back against the ladder, as Jitters sees the previously used steel chair. Retrieving it, Jitters readies it, measures Mr H, and swings for his head…. Catching nothing but the ladder as H ducks out of the way.


    Undeterred, Jitters takes the ladder and drops it towards H, who rolls under the ropes and out of the way of the ladder. Jitters steps between the rungs, his body thru the ropes as he tries to pick up H and bring him back in the ring. However, H drops down, hanging Jitters up on the second rope, stunning the big man more than hurting him. It backs him up as H tries to get back to his feet. Jitters returns, receiving a shoulder thrust to the gut, once again forcing him to take a step back. Jitters returns his attention to …… XO!!! Mr H’s slingshots flatliner to Jitters into the fallen ladder!!! Even Alice looks up from her knitting, suddenly showing signs of slight concern for her charge.




    JC: Wow, she is alive….
    JN: Mr H is doing everything he can to knock this big man done. What else does he have to do?
    JC: I mean, he has been known to lick people before? Maybe try that and then wallop him in the head with a steel chair?



    Both men down, not a referee in sight, and the crowd is making noise. After what seems like an eternity, Jitters begins to stir, eventually crawling towards the corner, looking to use it to bring himself to his feet. Before he can enter a standing position however, Mr H seemingly has a burst of adrenaline, reaching Jitters and raining down rights and lefts, and eventually forearm thrusts to the side of Jitters head, trying to incapacitate his enemy. Emotion takes over H when Jitters seems down for the count as he turns away from the corner, a primal scream erupting from his vocal cords. H turns back and charges his Jitters, who makes a strong, upward swing with his right hand and catches H in the throat. H is down immediately and writhes in pain, his body sent into spasms as he holds both hands in his own neck area.




    JN: THAT’S ONE OF ALICE’S KNITTING NEEDLES!!!
    JC: Damn Joey, i’m right next to you.
    JN: Alice has made a huge impact in this match, provided Jitterman with a dangerous weapon, and all you can say is “I’m next to you?”
    JC: This is how no dq matches work Joey. Trust me, I was damn good at them. You think Jules would hand me barbed wire because she was bored?



    Alice walks away from the corner where Jitters was, throwing down her remaining knitting needle as she watches her charge retrieve the ladder, as H rolls closer towards here, still in obvious pain. Finally, Jitters has the ladder set, resting his forehead on the ladder, the exhaustion of the match starting to take its toll, before he slowly begins to climb, as Mr H tries to get back to his feet, still holding his throat. Jitters is nearly halfway up the ladder when H is finally to his feet, having used the ropes for assistance. He turns and sees Jitters getting oh so close, and readies himself to rush the ladder…. Until Alice grabs Mr H around the leg, impeding any chance of H getting there. He tries to free himself, unable to simply wrench his leg from Alice’s grasp. He looks back towards Jitters, whose fingertips are within range, when he finally decides to drop down and forcefully kick Alice off of him, freeing his leg, but also shoving Alice violently, crashing her back first into the commentary booth.


    In that moment, everyone’s attention is on the crumpled body of Alice, who is not moving. But one man’s gaze changes quickly, as Jitters looks towards Mr H, the mask hiding his face, but his body conveying the rage within. Jitters hops down from the ladder, and makes his way towards Mr H who is still looking at the damage he caused…. Until the realization that he is being grabbed around the waist from behind hits him, and he is effortlessly picked up and tossed overhead with a German suplex. Jitters, a man of fire currently, closes the ladder, dropping it onto the mat before retrieving H, a scoop slam landing him on the ladder. But that isn’t enough, as Jitters leaves H prone, defenseless on the ladder, as he makes his own way to the corner, propping himself on the second rope, getting ready to crash all of his bodyweight onto both H and the ladder. What he doesn’t see in time, is H spotting the knitting needle he was a victim of before, before grabbing it and using burst of energy to get up and leap at Jitters, using the oversized knitting needle to deliver a strike directly to the forehead. Jitters immediately falls into a sitting position on the top turnbuckle….















    SFK!!!!
















    Mr H manages to run and leap at Jitters, using the ropes to deliver his finishing move as Jitters starts to sway…. And finally falls from the turnbuckles, his right foot getting caught in the ropes, essentially hanging him upside down, with no one to help him as Alice has only begun to stir. H knows if not now, then never. As quickly as he can, H gets the ladder back and sets it up as Jitters has begun to regain his senses, desperately trying to free himself. It matters not, as H gets to the top of the ladder, wraps his hand around the contract, and pulls it down.





    JN: And with that, Mr H has cemented his place in the finals of the tournament!!!
    JC: That Jitters is one scary dude, and he really showed me and everyone in here something tonight. But the man we now call Mr. H has been doing this a damn long time, and he is one of the best.
    JN: You can’t take anything away from Mr. H, he took a beating, but persevered to be the first half of the finals. What are we going to now Jonathan?
    JC: We have two more matches, that we are under no obligation to record or do anything with because they didn’t sign exclusive contracts with us. Right after THIS!!!









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    JN: Welcome back, and boy those middle two matches were….. something.
    JC: Thank God we don’t have the rights for them.
    JN: They weren’t that bad Jonathan.
    JC: I would’ve rather had a front row ticket to Bears game. At least that would have entertaining gifs come out of it.
    JN: Ignoring that unnecessary jab at the Chicago Bears franchise……. Ladies and gentleman, our final match of the night is our second ladder match, and if the promos are any indication, this could be match that could go either way. Lets get back to the ring!!!








    Tyson Bell v Kris “FaSho” Destiny









    The unmistakeable sounds of One Blood by the Game announce the arrival of the veteran from Compton. Tyson Bell makes his way thru the curtain, his head silently nodding along with the beat of the music. He makes his way to the ring, giving a glance at the ladder set just next to the entranceway. Tyson climbs into the ring and throws his hands up towards the audience, who respond to him in kind. Tyson readies himself, keeping his body loose as his own entrance music fades, and another begins.


    This time, the man called FaSho to keep the writing in the match consistent, is the one announced by not only the music, but the ring announcer as well. FaSho confidently strides down the entrance, his gaze and his focus never leaving the man in the ring. Words were said between these two men, and one can only hope they will bring the same physicality as they did vocabulary.



    *BELL RINGS*


    This match is officially underway without the extracurricular activities that preceded our earlier ladder match. Both men in the ring, eye to eye. They can be seen jaw jacking each other, both men trying to speak over the other as the din of the crown drowns them both out. Both men are into it, their foreheads meeting, eyes both ablaze, before the first shot is thrown by the veteran. Bell and FaSho, trade right hands, neither gaining an edge until.FaSho is able to land several successive shots. Bell looks to halt the momentum before it begins by grabbing a headlock, only to be shot against the ropes. Bell with a shoulder tackle, hits the opposite ropes, leapfrog over a quickly up FaSho, and eats a clothesline on the way back. FaSho quickly with a mount, straight shots to the head. He relents, waits for Bell to gets up and shoots him off the ropes, only to be reversed. Back Body drop by Bell is telegraphed by Bell, who instead gets a straight right kick. FaSho rushes forward as Bell is staggered, yet is sidestepped and thrown over the top rope to the floor, nimbly landing on both feet.


    From behind and below, Bells feet are grabbed and his legs pulled out from underneath him. Was Tyson is dragged under the bottom rope, FaSho prepares a European uppercut, that finds success. Bell once again is staggered, his arm grabbed for an Irish whip. Bell recovers enough to reverse it, but FaSho is able to stop himself from running into the corner post. He turns around… directly into a right hand from Tyson. FaSho falls backwards, towards and into the steel cage separating the wrestlers from the fans.


    Several more right hands from Tyson relegate FaSho to a sitting position against the guardrail. Tyson, taking his time, measures every shot, before dragging FaSho towards the steel steps and throwing him backfirst into them. FaSho begins to writhe in pain, and Bell delivers a stomp for good measure. Tyson turns his attention towards the ladder outside of the ring, walking over, intentions clear. His arm reaches for one side in order to close the ladder, but FaSho is up and attacks from behind. Tyson is turned around and eats a straight forearm from his opponent, followed by a second, and then a kick to the gut before the favor is returned, with FaSho throwing Bell against the steel guardrail in the entranceway. And then he meets the opposite side as well. FaSho continues the attack, several more rights and bouncing Bell off the rails before rolling Tyson back into the ring.



    JN: Neither man spending much time in the ring so far.
    JC: Neither man can make and hold much of an offensive advantage either.



    FaSho briefly looks back towards the ladder, but decides to follow Bell back into the ring. The momentary indecision proves enough for Bell to get his wind back, meeting FaSho with several shots each stiffer than the last. Whip against the ropes and FaSho ducks not one but two clothesline attempts, before he is taken down by a flying clothesline. This time, FaSho does not hesitate as he heads right back outside for the ladder. Still, it is not enough as Bell quickly is out of the ring and simply tackles him from behind, knocking both FaSho and the ladder to the ground. Bell up quickly, bringing FaSho with him and hits a huge knee to the gut, doubling FaSho over, before backing up a step and knocking him down with a big boot on the man, who was already down to a knee. Bell collects the ladder, picking it up with ease and sliding it under the bottom rope and into the ring.


    FaSho grabs Tyson before he himself can enter the ring and spins him around, where both men begin to trade strikes again before FaSho takes the advantage, hooking Tyson in a front chancery, and lifts him for a vertical suplex… that is eventually blocked. FaSho continues to try but cannot lift the bigger man as Tyson keeps the move blocked, before forcing FaSho back a couple steps, and lifting him high in the air with a suplex of his own, the small of FaSho’s back crashing into the corner of the ring apron.


    The landing on the mat outside, does not go much better for FaSho, as it is nearly straight on top of his head. Bell is up and begins to walk off part of the damage, before finally following the ladder into the ring.



    JN: Tyson Bell so far using his size and his strength advantage to try to make a difference in this match.
    JC: It may work out for him too, as he is trying to get that ladder set up relatively early and get out of this mostly unscathed.



    The ladder is indeed set up, Tyson steadying his potential climb to the finals, before beginning to climb the ladder. From behind, FaSho is climbing the ropes, reaching the top before leaping, crashing into Tyson more than striking him, knocking all three entities to the ground. Slowly, the two men begin to make their way back to their feet as FaSho attacks. Rights and lefts backing Tyson into the corner as he attempts to cover up, before FaSho climbs to the second rope, trying to rain punches from above. Suddenly, Tyson lowers himself and grabs FaSho from below, walking out of the corner looking for a power bomb. It is countered into a makeshift hurricanrana, doing more to disorient Tyson rather than hurt him. Tyson to a knee quickly, shakes the cobwebs, and turns to face his enemy…. who swings the ladder that is in the ring somewhat like a basement bat, FaSho burying the ladder into the gut of Bell, felling him. As quickly as he can, FaSho stands over Bell, raises the ladder high and drives the portion of it that you are not supposed to stand on, yet every construction worker I know ignores that rule, right into the chest of Tyson.


    Bell immediately rolls out of the way, FaSho himself doubling over, the fight already taken a toll on his stamina. After several moments, FaSho sets the ladder up, beginning his first ascent towards the prize. He only makes it halfway, as Tyson returns, grabbing the leg of his opponent, yanking him to the mat. FaSho does all he can to keep the momentum, immediately running the ropes, only to be sidestepped, grabbed by the back of the head and thrown directly into the set up ladder. FaSho crashes to the mat, the ladder hitting the ropes and bouncing towards the center of the ring, until Bell grabs it and directs its fall onto the prone FaSho.


    Tyson tosses the ladder from FaSho, bringing his opponent to his feet, before lifting him by the waist, walking over to the fallen ladder, and dropping him with a Sidewalk Slam directly onto the rungs. The screams of pain immediately emanating from FaSho, his body writhing before coming to a rest, still on the ladder. Tyson up, measuring his opponent, drops an elbow to the sternum. FaSho tries to roll away, grabbing his chest, but Tyson makes sure he goes nowhere with several right hands. Tyson up, backing up against the ropes, giving himself the extra momentum to bounce off the ropes, leaps high into the air with a leg drop, connecting only with the ladder, as FaSho finally manages to roll out of the way. Tyson’s hamstring takes the full brunt of the move, and again, both men and ladder are on the mat.


    FaSho is the first to a knee, with Tyson trying to follow. However, FaSho quickly gets to his feet and runs at Tyson, a soccer style kick directly the the back of Tyson’s right thigh, quickly felling him again. Grabbing Tyson by the right leg, FaSho delivers several kicks to the same spot, before turning and dropping an elbow onto the inner thigh, the leg suddenly becoming a point of attack after the failed leg drop. Tyson tries to get back to his feet, using the ropes to help him, until FaSho kicks his leg out from under him again. FaSho, knowing he needs to take Bell down to size, grabs the ladder, sets up Bell’s leg and closes the ladder onto the leg with violent intentions. Tyson rolls as quickly as possible away while kicking the ladder as far from him as possible. FaSho waits, measuring his opponent, who is using the ropes to bring himself back to his feet. FaSho looks to strike, running at Tyson and leaps, looking for his V-Trigger Knee….. but Tyson manages to catch the smaller man before the knee can find its spot. Using what strength he has in his one good leg, tossing FaSho up and over the ropes. But FaSho lands on the apron, turning around Tyson and delivering a right hand, that is instead blocked. Tyson quickly drops down, hanging FaSho by the head on the top rope. FaSho tries to recover quickly, but Tyson manages to move back and then forward, a boot directly to the face of FaSho, that drives him all the way from the ring apron into the guardrail below, and yet again, both men are down.


    Tyson is much quicker to his senses, rolling out of the ring and demanding the ring announcer give up his chair. A new weapon in hand, Tyson slowly makes his way over towards FaSho, who is trying to pull himself to his feet with help of the guardrail. He never seems the chair coming, as it smacks across his back full force, the crash echoing around the arena. FaSho drops to his knees, more in shock than in pain, but a second shot brings every ounce of pain to his being. FaSho falls to the ground as Tyson throws the chair over his shoulder, almost absent-mindedly, into the ring. Otside of the ring, Tyson retrieves his prey, setting him up and then lifting him high into the air, before slamming him straight down with a Ron Simmons style spinebuster. FaSho’s body immediately responds, his back recoiling, his face an expression of agony, as Tyson stands above him, favoring his own injury.




    JN: What BRUTAL chair shots from Tyson!
    JC: He had to do something to even the score. You can already see Tyson is limping. Id pay attention to that as the match keep going.




    Tyson turns towards the ring, his eyes meeting the prize that hangs above. His gaze returns to FaSho, who is slowly moving, trying to roll away. Bell re-enters the ring, his leg allowing him to move so swiftly, before setting up the ladder in the middle of the ring. Tyson begins to climb, the damage done to his leg evident in the lack of speed, as well as his current stamina level. He is nearly halfway up the ladder when he feels the tug on his leg from behind. FaSho is up, barely on a knee and is reaching high to try to halt the progress of Bell by grabbing onto his ankle. The move succeeds in gaining Tyson’s attention, as he hops down and measures FaSho with a right hand. Another right and Bell looks around to the audience, as if showing off. Quickly, FaSho reaches up and rakes the big man across the eyes, giving him a temporary reprieve and allowing him time to knock the ladder over. That is all the time he has though, as an angered Tyson grabs him around the waist, and turns his body, bringing FaSho along with a belly to belly, releasing the hold on impact as FaSho rolls under the ropes, his leg dangling over the edge.



    JC: You see that Joey? Tyson didn’t have enough strength in that leg, so he simply roared around the good one to still execute the move. Whatever you gotta do to get it done, YOU DO!



    Tyson returns to the ladder, picking it up and prepares to settle it a final time, but FaSho catches his attention. He has indeed fallen out of the ring, but he landed on his feet, and both mens eyes meet, one in exhaustion and anger, the other in defiance. Almost wanting to chuckle to himself, Tyson props the ladder up against the turnbuckles before advancing on FaSho, reaching under the ropes and dragging him in by the head, before whipping him directly into the ladder, FaSho’s body almost flying into it. The crash throws the smaller man’s body backwards, crumpling at the feet of Tyson, who picks him up, smiling, and forcefully smashes his head into the ladder. FaSho’s body is turned and propped against the ladder, as Tyson backs up, measuring his shot. With a sudden burst of energy, Tyson rushes forward…. Only to use his arms to stop from crashing into the ladder, Fasho having rolled out of the wa……. KISS OF DESTINY!!! With that shot to the back of the head, Tyson is dropped to the mat, and FaSho is don as well, the kick bringing the arena to its feet.


    For what seems like an eternity, neither man moves. Finally, Tyson begins to stir, followed by FaSho, who is bleeding, most likely caused by getting his head smashed into the ladder. The men slowly advance on each other, with Bell taking the first shot. It is returned by FaSho, but Tyson with another shot. Both men continue to return shots until FaSho takes advantage. Repeated rights and lefts drive Tyson to a knee, and suddenly, his face a mask of crimson, FaSho begins to show the rage and desire of a man with nothing to lose…. Until the veteran Tyson, willing to do whatever it takes to win, drives his arm in a massive uppercut that quite nearly squashes FaSho’s plums* (cheque in the mail Shirty). All momentum stopped, FaSho drops to the mat, holding his tenderness, while Tyson has decided he has had enough.


    Bell gets to his feet before forcefully picking up and throwing FaSho out of the ring. Following his opponent outside, Tyson delivers some stiff shots that stagger and fall FaSho, who is merely trying to cover up at this point. Tyson turns away from him and separates the top section of the ring steps from the base, dragging the base between the ring apron and the commentators. Tyson, satisfied with the setup, retrieves FaSho, and puts him into position. With a deep breathe, Tyson picks FaSho as high in the air as he can, looking to powerbomb him directly into the stairs…. But FaSho keeps rotating, landing behind Tyson and somehow on his feet. Both men quickly turn, but it is FaSho who takes advantage, a reverse STO catching Tyson completely unaware.














    FIN’ !!!!!
















    In a brilliant transition, FaSho executed the Reverse STO directly into one of his finishing maneuvers, his version of the Koji Klutch! Tyson is struggling, but it is a match with no rules, and already being on the outside of the ring means there is no rope break. Tyson is trying to fight out, but one arm is effectively out of commission and the other cannot reach FaSho from its position. Meanwhile, FaSho is wrenching as much as he can, trying to ground the big man and keep him on the mat, drawing the breathe from his body. Eventually, Tyson ceases movement, and after a few more seconds, FaSho releases the hold, exhaustion nearly taking over. A few moments later, FaSho pushes the body of Tyson, as if to see if he is indeed out. Tyson does not react, and FaSho rolls away, finally up to a knee and looks above the ring, a path to the end finally made.



    JN: Is this the end? Is this how FaSho puts his name in the history books and goes on to the finals to meet Mr H?
    JC: His body is failing him Joey. Taking him an awfully long time trying to get that ladder situated.



    Finally, FaSho has the ladder set up, his focus solely on contract that is closer to in his grasp than ever before. As FaSho begins to scale the ladder, he pays no mind to his opponent, who has not only begun to stir, but has dragged himself back into the ring. The crowd yelling for him to hurry, FaSho is nearly there. He can metaphorically feel it. As he reaches high in the air, he can PHYSICALLY feel it, his fingers grazing the contract…. And that is when his focus is broken. Tyson, grabbing FaSho’s leg with one hand, delivers a blow to the back with the other hand that earlier in the match, would’ve been clubbing. For now, it is merely distracting. FaSho kicks him away, breaking Tyson’s grip. But Bell will not relent, and FaSho is forced to kick him off again. Finally, Fasho feels the grip around his leg a third time, and forcefully drives Tyson away, towards the ropes. Not wanting his momentum to end, FaSho turns towards Bell and readies himself, leaping thru the air, arms outstretched…………….






















    WEST SIDE BONECRUSHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!





























    If there was a sound level in this particular arena before that could claim to be the record, it was just shattered as Tyson Bell, somehow, caught a leaping FaSho and countered with his finishing maneuver, and the house was nearly brought down with the sustained pop. Chants are breaking out through the arena, fans in hysteria. Even Jonathan and Joey are rendered speechless as both men are down yet again, and it is truly anybody’s match.


    Tyson is eventually the first to move, albeit extremely slowly. He drags himself over to the ropes, using them to try to get back to a vertical base. Meanwhile, FaSho has turned his body, and spotting the nearly forgotten chair crawls towards it, and then uses it to prop himself to a knee. Tyson, finally up, wearily approaches FaSho, and for his trouble receives a chair driven directly into the solarplexes, knocking the air out of him and driving him all the way against and thru the ropes, to the ring apron. FaSho sees the damage caused and decides to go for one os his big moves, discarding the chair as he approaches. Tyson is upon the apron, but FaSho quickly reaches him, and after reliving several stiff forearms to the side of the head, hooks Tyson in a front chancery. FaSho looks around, readying himself to bring Tyson back in and deliver a massive Brainbuster…..


    But Bell blocks the move, using all the leverage he can to stay on his side of the ropes. FaSho tries again, with no visible difference in result. The chancery is released as FaSho tries to lay. Another strike into Bell….. who ducks down and using what strength he has left, back body drops FaSho over the rope and onto the still set up steel ring steps base, FaSho’s back once again smacking off the impact.



    JN: MY LORD!!! FASHO HAS CRASHED AND BURNED!!!
    JC: This has to be it. If Tyson want to win this tournament, his next step has to start here. He has to END Fasho. BURY HIM!!! And then go get that contract!



    Tyson is doing everything he can to catch his breathe, but as if he has heard Caito, he knows the time to end this is now. So he waits as FaSho tries to roll off the steps and drag himself back to the ring, grabbing at FaSho when he does. Quickly, and with more strength than he really should have, Tyson hoists FaSho up to his shoulders, readying himself for one final move. The base of the steps below once again his landing target, Tyson lets out a primal scream to the delight of the jam packed audience before swinging FaSho off….. but his opponent has wrapped both of his legs around the top rope! FaSho has fond a way to hold on, as Tyson again tries to swing him off, violently so. Suddenly, an elbow to the side of the head stuns Tyson, a second causes him to release his enemy, who lands in front of him on the apron. Tyson attacks, but his strike misses and FaSho delivers a straight kick to the injured leg of Bell, who immediately goes down to one knee. And that is all the opening that FaSho needs…..






















    SHO-TIME!!!



























    Once again the crowd is left jumping, as FaSho delivers his finisher to Tyson, leaping from the apron and driving him into the steps below, Tyson having bounced off of the ring steps, FaSho remaining there, seated with his head resting against the bottom rope, his back on the apron. Both men are spent, but FaSho is the only one that even looks conscious. Reaching behind him, his hands find ropes and he pulls himself up, basically falling into the ring. A moment passes before FaSho begins to crawl over to the ladder, the crowd seemingly cheering both for him and for Tyson to make his feet and dramatically keep the match going. Tyson does indeed begin to stir, just as FaSho has reached his chosen side of the ladder. After what seems like an eternity, FaSho begins to climb, but his pause has given Tyson time to crawl back into the ring. FaSho has up a couple rungs, but Tyson has reached his own side of the ladder, trying to climb himself.




    JN: How in the world are these two men still moving?
    JC: I honestly have no idea who that piledriver onto the steps DIDNT give Tyson Bell a concussion…



    FaSho with a bad back, and Tyson with an injured leg, never mind the potential head injury, each slowly make their way up, moving as fast as their bodies will allow. Finally, FaSho reaches up, his fingers once again grazing the contract before he is forced to take one more rung up. He reaches, leaving himself vulnerable. Tyson sees his opportunity, and knowing he has to strike now, reaches his arm back, ready to unleash all he has left…..


    But is too slow to pull the trigger, as FaSho wrenches the contract down, falling with it in his hands. Tyson can do nothing but watch his enemy crash into the mat with the prize in his hand, taken out from underneath him, standing above him as the bell rings to signify that FaSho, not Bell, has won the match and will advance to the finals.




    JN: My God folks, what a match. What a match to end our night.
    JC: I have no idea how FaSho pulled it off Joey, but he did.
    JN: And with that, our finals are all set. The man known as Mr H will go one on one with Kris “FaSho” Destiny, and the winner will be the man who holds the trophy at the end of this. Until then, for Jonathan Caito, I say farewell folks!!!!













    FaSho rolls out of the ring, his arms hugging the prize to his chest as Tyson gingerly drops down from the ladder to the mat. FaSho backs his way up the entrance ramp, stopping just on this side of the curtain, raising the contract high above for all in the arena to see and applaud. All the while, in the middle of the ring stand Tyson Bell, fuming at what he thought was his.






    Last edited by Caito; March 11th, 2022 at 6:04 PM.

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