Match

WackoJako

Arnett: The following contest is a Last Man Standing Match! Introducing first from, Stratford Connecticut weighing in at 247 pounds. Dynaaaaamiteeee

Blue Neon lights fade in as Line in the Sand by Motorhead blares over the arena. Dynamite walks out with a lit cigarette in the corner of his mouth. He's wearing a black leather biker jacket with no shirt underneath, and a pair of black boots with the same color leather pants. He stares through the ring as he walks down the ramp smoking his cigarette. Dynamite steps into the ring and stares at the crowd while he takes the last suck of his cigarette, exhales a crisp line of smoke through his nostrils while he presses the lit end of the cigarette against the tip of his boot, and pitches the butt into the crowd.

Arnett: Introdcuing his opponent from West Virginia! Weighing in at 255 pounds, Jamessss Fierceeeee!!

Around The World� starts and Fierce slowly comes from the back. Once he’s completely on stage he raises both arms in the air and then proceeds to the ring.

Solie: Ladies and Gentelmen get ready, this match is set to kick off and its going to be a brutal one.
T.J: Yes, indeed. The fans voted on this match and they chose a last man standing match. What a fitting way to hopefully settle these two's differences.
Sanchez: This one is going to bloody and brutal, with Fierce coming out on top of course, Dynamite doesn't stand a chance.

Ding Ding Ding.

Dynamite and Fierce circle each other in the center of the ring for a minute, both just posturing around. Dynamite motions for a lock-up but Fierce declines, instead charging in on Dynamite and going for a takedown. He grabs Dynamite by the feet and manges to get him down the ground, He attempts to get Dyanmite over onto his back but Dynamite manages to escape Fierce's attack and get back onto his feet. Fierce motions to Dynamite that he was close to getting him into a submission hold.

T.J: I can respect what Fierce is capable of in the ring, I just don't like his attititude, and general presence about him but theres no doubting this guy has a great amatuer background.
Solie: Very true but we all know Dynamite can go crazy at times and just start destroying people.
Sanchez: Cray guy who relies on no real ability, or a guy who has a lot of pure wrestling skill? I'll take Fierce all day here.

Dynamite and Fierce are standing off in the center of the ring, once again Fierce shoots in for the takedown but this time Dynamite manages to fight it off and stay on his feet. Dynamite this time charges in on Fierce and nailks him with a right hand right to the face, that catches Fierce off guard and nearly drops him to his knees. Fierce shakes it off and surprisingly goes with a right hand to Dynamite as the two men begin changing rights and lefts. Dynamite's are rocking Fierce, while Fierce's don't even seem to phase Dynamite. Finally Dynamite gains the complete upperhand by dropping Fierce with a big right hand to the face.

Sanchez: See, I told you guys Dynamite has to rely on illegal closed fists to defeat Fierce.
Solie: Its a Last Man Standing Match, there are no rules.
T.J: Very, true Solie, I'm just hoping we get to see Dynamite bust Fierce open here tonight!
Sanchez: YOU would want that wouldn't you.


Fierce is down on the mat still when Dynamite goes over to him and picks him up off the mat than grabs him up on his shoulders and holds him there for awhile, getting a good reaction from the crowd. He than runs with Feirce on his shoulders and hits running powerslam, Fierce crashes down hard on the mat and Dynamite gets up and raises his hand to the crowd as they cheer him on. The ref, seeing that Fierce is down begins to count.

1!!!!

2!!!!!!

3!!!!

4!!!!!

5!!!!!! Fierce is now moving again and is slowly getting back to his feet.

6!!! Fierce is now back on his feet in the corner as the ref stops counting.

Solie: Wow, I thought it could have bee over right there, thats determination shown by Fierce.
T.J: Theres no doubitng it like I said this guys a master in the ring, hes just an asshole outside of it.
Sanchez: Just how its supposed to be.

Fierce is now up in the turnbuckle, and attempting to gain a scond wind, when Dynamite comes charging in on him and goes for a big splash but Fierce, narrowly moves out of the way sending Dynamite crashing hard onto the turnbuckle. Fierce gets up cockily to the crowd poiting to his head as to say hes smarter than Dynamite. Dynamite is now laid out flat on his back and seeing this oppurtunity Fierce goes over to him and applies an anklelock! He manages to pull Dynamite out into the center of the ring. You can hear Dynamite screaming in pain as Fierce just continues to tourque on his ankle.

Solie: This is trouble for Dynamite here, he can't be the Last mand Standing with a broken ankle.
Sanchez: Finally, some intelligence shown from you I'm proud.
I'll be proud of both of you when you can quit bitching and focus on the match, afterall we get paid to call matches, not bitch about each other.

Fierce still has the anklelock locked in on Dynamite and its been well over a minute now of Fierce raring back on the Ankle and Dynamite screaming in pain. After about another 10 seconds Fierce finally lets up on the anklelock, as Dynamite just lays there flat on his back. Fierce rasies his hand in victory as the ref begins to count.

1!!!!

2!!!!!

3!!!!!!

4!!!!!!

Dynamite is now slowly moving, and more or less crawling over to the ring ropes.

5!!!

6!!! Dynamite attempts to get up back realizes he can't put any pressure on his ankle and instantly falls back down.

7!!!

Dynamite once again tries to get up, only this time he manages to stay up. Hes hobbling around the ring when from behind comes Fierce who takes him down with a chopblock, to the bad leg.

Sanchez: What ring savy shown by Fierce there, he continues to work over a specific body part, if this keeps up Dynamite might be forced into early retirement!
Solie: I certainly hope not.
T.J: How can you wish retirement upon somebody Sanchez? Do you have no respect for this business?
Sanchez: I have no respct for somebody like Dynamite.

Dynamite is out again, only this time Fierce picks him up off the mat. He once again chopblocks him down to the mat. He then picks up Dynamite's leg and slams it down onto the mat. He continues to do this a few more times each time doing it a little bit harder. He then turns Dynamite over onto his back and goes out onto the apron. From there he climbs the turnbuckle, taunting the crowd on his way. He measures him up perfectly and comes off the top for a flying elbow! Dynamite manages to roll out of the way at the last second though, so now both men are layed out in the center of the ring.

Solie: Thats why its called high risk people, sometimes you hit it and when and sometimes you miss and possibly cost yourself the match.
T.J: Very true, but I don't disagree with Fierce attempting that move, drastic times call for drastic measures you know.
Sanchez: Please get up Fierce!

1!!!!

2!!!

3!!!!

4!!!! Both men are still out

5!!!!

6!!!! Sanchez: It better not be a tie, thats like kissing your sister!

7!!!! Both men are now slowly moving

8!!!!! Fierce is now on his feet

The ref goes to count 9 bit Dynamite is back up as well.

Solie: Now its all about guts, which man wants the win more?
Sanchez: Fierce does!
T.J: This seems to playing into the hands of Dynamite though, I'm surprised hes yet to get a weapon.

Dyanmote and Fierce noth appear to be gassed, as they trade rights and lefts, with Dynamite once again getting the upper-hand. He takes down Fierce who surprisingly rolls to the outside. He motions for Arnett to move and grabs a steel chair. Dynamite is looking right him and waiting on him. Fierce slides the steel chair into and attempts to himself but Dynmite kicks him in the head on his way in. Dynamite than grabs the steel chair and waits for Fierce to get up. Fierce gets up and ctaches a steel chair shot righ in the gut causing him to double over. Dynamite than hits him with D-Factor!(Stunner) Fierce flops lifelessly to the mat.

Solie: Wow, what a move by Dynamite, that might spell the end for Fierce right there.
Sanchez: He had to use a chair to beat him. I mean IF he beats him just know that.
T.J: Thats got to be it, a chair shot than the D-Factor, put it in the books Dynamite is winning this match.

The referee is in mid count already.

3!!!!!

4!!!!!

5!!!!!

6!!!!

Fierce is now barley moving

7!!!

8!!!! Fierce is on one knee

9!!!!! Fierce is now back on his feet

Snachez: I told you Fierce is a wrestling god, he doesn't lay down for anyone, go Fierce!
Solie: Wow, impressive indeed I thought surley it was over there didn't you T.J?
T.J: No comment

Dynamite goes over to Fierce and just kicks him back down into the mat. He then goes to stand-up Fierce but Fierce blocks it and hits a lowblow, sending Dynamite down to the mat. Fierce than goes over and grabs the steel chair and waits for Dynamite to get up. Dynamite is slowly coming to as Fierce is slamming the chair down on the mat. Dynamite turns around and Fierce ctaches him a chair shot, which crumbles Dynamite and busts him open. Fierce drps the chair and raises his hand to the crowd who respond with a chorus of boos.

Solie: That damn cheater! He had to use a steel chair.
Sanchez: T.J said it earlier drastic times call for drastic measures, and besides Dynamite used it frst you know.
T.J: I'm not even going to acknowledge this bokcering anymore. Dynamite has been busted wide open, this surley has to be the end of the match.

1!!!!

2!!!!

3!!!!

4!!!!!!

5!!!!!!! Dynamite is slowly coming to.

6!!!!!

7!!!!! Dynamite is nearly up

8!!!!!!

9!!!!!! Dynamite is back up.

Fierce looks distraught over the fact that Dynamite is back up. He goes over to Dynamite who is still a little shaken of from the chair shot and kicks him in the gut. He then brings Dynamite to his knees and starts violently punching him in the open wound. Dynamite ir riving in pain as Fierce is now ripping into the wound with his hands. He then goes over and grabs the steel chair again and cracks Dynamite over the head with it, sending Dynamite down to the mat once again.

Solie: That surley has to be it. Two chair shots on Dynamite, theres no way hes getting back up again.
Sanchez: See Dynamite had to go and bring weapons into the match and look what happened. He laying flat on his back in a pool of his own blood.
T.J: If my memory serves me correctly it was Fierce who got the chair first, Dynamite merely used to inflict pain first.

The referee begins to count Dynamite down but Fierce tell him to stop. He then rolls to the outside and looks under the ring apron. He grabs out a steel chain, and holds it up to the crowd with a menacing smile on his face. He then wraps completley around his elbow and clinbs back onto the apron. He taunts the crowd than leaps off for a Picture Perfect elbow drop. Hes about to land it when at the last second Dynamite moves! Fierce crashes and bruns once again.

Sanchez: No! You had him Fierce. Why'd you have to try and end his career?
Solie: I don't know but Fierce went fomr having it in the bag to now looking like he might lose.
T.J: Maybe so.

Both men are laid out now as the chain from Fierce's arm lays right in between them both. They are both coming to over so slowly, Dynamite a little quicker than Fierce. Dynamite reaches out and grabs the steel chain away from Fierce. He wraps it around his hand concealed away from Fierce. Dynamite than more or less plays possum waiting on Fierce. Fierce is slowly back to now and he goes to stand up Dynamite. He picks him up and gets met by Dynamite's hand warapped in the chain. The punch crumbles Fierce down.

Sanchez: That bastard! he cheated, he had the chain and he tricked Fierce.
Solie: Drastic times call for drastic measures.
T.J: Indeed.

Fierce is out of it as Dynamite clebrates to the crowd. He then unravles the chain and flips Fierce over onto his back. Dynamite locks in a camel clutch, with the steel chain around Fierce's throat! Fierce is trying to fight it off but he can't. Dynamite continues to apply pressure on it and eventually Fierce just quits struggling and fades out. Dynamite keeps it on for another few seconds before finally letting go the ref begins to count.

1!!!!

2!!!!!!

3!!!!!!!!

4!!!!!

5!!!!! Solie: Fierce is out like a light

6!!!!

7!!!!

8!!!!!!

9!!!!!! Sanchez: Get up Fierce!


10!!!!!!!!

Arnett: Here is your winner Dynamite!!!!!!

Dynamite raises his hand to the crowd who cheer loudly for him.

Solie: Wow what a match, both men showed why they are considered the cream of the crop here in UCW.

WackoJako

Maybe you'll like this one better.




Oakridge: The following contest is scheduled for one and is for the Trans Atlantic Title. Introducing first the challenger weighing in at 302 lbs, from Juno, Alaska, Kobiiiiiii Jenkinsssss
Fear� by Disturbed strikes the audience as everything becomes an icy blue color and a cold mist runs from the mouth of the stage. ON the screen a pair of eyes with "AT" etched in between them look over the entire audience before it switches to shots of the streets of Alaska. Suddenly Kobi Jenkins walks through the fog and looks over everyone with an angry face. He flips the hood of his fuzzy parka up and walks down the ramp. When he reaches the ring he stops and looks up into the ring for a moment before turning to the steps and takes them one by one. He slips in and flexes a bit then the lights return to normal.


Oakridge: And Introducing his oppenent weighing in at 230 lbs from London, England he is the Trans Atlantic Champion Keeech!
bad religion starts and Keech walks out, holds up his hands to the crowd, walks down to the ring, insulting the crowd as he goes. climbs into the ring, climbs to the nearest turnbuckle and holds up his hands, to Boos.
ding ding ding

Keech and Jenkins stare each other for a few seconds. Jenkins motions that he wants to lick up in a test of stength with Keech. Keech hesitates at first but agrees and both men lock up. Keech gains the upper hand early on but almost with no effort Jenkins powers back slamming Keech back first into the match. Jenkins stands over top of Keech laughing.

Williams: I don't know what Keech was thinking there, he knows Jenkins has about a 70 lb weight advantage on him.
O'Brien: Well sadly I agree with you there I don't like Keech's chances if hes going to play the power game with Jenkins.
Williams: you heard it first folks O'Brien just agreed with me take not because it won't again.
O"brien: Damn right it won't

Keech gets up off the mat looking a little frustrated by what just happened. He then motions he wants to lock up again. Jenkins kinda laughs but then agrees and both men lock horns again, only this time Keech hits a cheap kick to the stomach which catches Jenkins off guard. Keech then runs into the rope and comes with a clothesline on Jenkins, which Jenkins barley feels. Keech kind of shrugs and goes for another clothesline, only this time Jenkins catches him with a big boot to the face, and sends Keech crashing down to the mat.

Williams: If Keech keeps this up I think were going to have ourselves a new Trans Atlantic Champion, theres no way he can out muscle the "Alaskan Terror"
O"Brien: Yeah, but Keech is a smart man hes got a plan he always does.

Jenkins goes to stand up Keech but Keech nails with a low blow! Keech shakes his head as though something weird is going on. He gets up onto his feet but kinda falls back down to the ground again. He goes over to the turnbuckle and stands himself up. He gets up and there is a horrid evil look on his face.

Williams: Oh No, I think Keech's altar ego Eddie might be back things don't look good for Jenkins if he is.
O"brien" No, they don't and see Williams,Keech or rather Eddie always has a plan!
Williams: Yeah I guess so but I don't like this Eddie guy hes a complete whackjob and hes ruining a truly great star in Keech.
O'Brien: Ruining? He is whats keeping Keech with that trans atlantic gold around his waist, hes the only reason people give a damn about Keech...

Eddie goes over to Jenkins and mounts him and goes crazy, just throwing rights and lefts, beating Jenkins senseless. Keech stands up Jenkins and hits a suplex on him. Eddie gets up and taunts to the crowd, he then goes over to Jenkins and nails him with a ddt. he pins
1...
2....
2.5...
Kick out!

Williams: Wow! Jenkins is showing how much he truly wants that Trans Atlantic Title
O'Brien: But as long as Eddie stays around and not that feeble Keech theres no way Jenkins is going to win

Eddie gets up and complains with the ref about it being a slow count. He then shoves the referee, who in turn threatens to disqualify him if he keeps it up Eddie draws his fist back and hes right about to nail the referee but he stops, and falls down to the mat. Eddie begins to strike himself.

Williams: wow what a whackjob this guy is.
O'Brien: Damnit, Keech is coming back
Williams: Thank God I can't take much more of this Eddie guy.

Keech goes over to the ref to aplogize when from behind Jenkins charges in and hits a German suplex and pins
1...
2....
2.3...
Kick out!

O'Brien: thats why I don't like Keech, hes soft and he nearly cost Eddie the title right there!
Williams: Damnit they are the same person quit doing that!

Jenkins stands up Keech and nails him with a titla whirl back breaker.He then goes down to the mat and locks in a side headlock. Keech is trying hard to get out of this hold he is waving his hand around and the crowd starts to cheer him on, He gets momentum and manages to stand up but Jenkins still has the side headlock on. Keech nails him with some elbows to the gut he then sends him into the ropes, Jenkins comes back with a clothesline but Keech ducks and nails him with a dropkick. Keech covers..
1...
2...
2.2....
kick out!

Williams: Oh, I thought he had him right there what guts shown by Jenkins.
O'Brien: Somebody get Eddie in here, Keech clearly can't finish the job.
Williams: What do you mean? hes been doing it for months now.
O'Brien: But things are so much easier when Eddie's around..


Keech gets up and goes to the outside of the ring he looks like hes going to go to the top rope but Jenkins starts to stir in the ring. Keech is standing on the apron as Jenkins is on his feet. Keech jumps up and nails him with a springboard bulldog and he covers once again.
1...
2....
2.8....
He kicks out again

Williams: Ladies and Gentelmen you are seeing how much the Trans Atlantic Title means to Jenkins right here.
O'Brien: Yeah, don't worry Eddie will come back around when hes ready to finish off Jenkins..
Williams: Damnit Keech can do it he doesn't need Eddie stop saying that!

Keech gets up again now he appears as though hes growing frustrated he stands up Jenkins and goes to work with some rights and lefts, Jenkins blocks a punch and comes back with his own series of rights and lefts, Keech falls back a little bit and outta nowhere Jenkins picks him up and goes for an F-5, and he nails it and covers..

1....
2....

O'Brien: Please Eddie Keech needs you now!!!!
2.99...
He Kicks Out!!!

Williams: Amazing that should have been it right there, Keech had no business kicking out there
O'Brien: That must have been Eddie, Thank you, Eddie!
Williams: You make me sick..

Jenkins gets up and he looks amazed at what just happened. Jenkins stands up Keech and sends him into the turnbuckle. Keech is standing there, and he complains to the ref somethins in his eye, the ref comes over to check it out, and Jenkins comes charging in for a splash but Keech dodges and throws to referee in his place. The ref is obliterated nad Jenkins falls down to the mat from the impact that was made. Keech slowly rolls out of the ring.

Williams: Oh what a low Move that was right there, how dispecable.

O'Brien: Yeah, I know Jenkins just took out the ref

Williams: I was talking about Keech you idiot


Keech goes over towards the announcers table and picks up the Trans Atlantic title He then walks bakc into the ring and looks at the referee and Jenkins who is still down in the corner. He is contemplating what to do. He begins to shake a little as he doesn't know what to do. He is twitching and looking crazy, he falls down to the mat but instantly gets back up, with that evil look on his face. He then picks up the Trans Atlantic Title and waits for Jenkins to get up.

Williams: Damnit, that damn Eddie is back
O'Brien: Just in time to keep the Trans Atlantic Title.I love you Eddie
Williams: Your a strange, strange man O'Brien

Jenkins starts to come to in the corner, He picks himself using the ropes, He slowly turns around and Eddie nails him with the Trans Atlantic Title. He then slides the title belt out of the ring. Te ref is slowly coming to in the corner. Keech covers Jenkins the ref slowly gets into position and counts..

1....


2.....


2.5....


Williams: Damnit Not this way!


3!!!!!!

O"Brien: Yes!! Eddie did it
Williams: He stole the damn victory you mean

Oakridge: Here is you winner and still Trans Atlantic Champion Keeeeeeeechhhhhhhhh!!!!!!

If I still suck then fuck it I quit e-feds all together.

Suffy

thats actually really good, no joke, if you can plz write matches for iwl as it seems im going to have to really help griff out with some of the matches and you totally pwn