The Stone & Steel Syndicate Ring Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following matchup is schedule for ONE FALL and is a NON TITLE TAG TEAM MATCHUP!! Conarri: And we’re about to get underway here for a non title matchup between the CRW champs and the OLW champs. Stanton: And OH MAN I can’t –wait- to see Crosslatch wipe the smirk off of Troy Matthew’s face and the RRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH # BA-DA BA-DA BA-DA BA-DA BAA-DAA! # ANNOUNCER Coming to the ring at this time . . . weighing in at a total combined weight of four hundred and thirty eight pounds . . . they are … The Sentinel, Alex Markham and The JERSEY Devil, Troy Matthews and the CANDIAN ROCKIES WRESTLING TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS. . . THE ESSS . . ESSS . . SSSYNDICATE!!! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! [As the wild, crazy jazz of the Seat Belts rakes over the speakers smoke fills the entryway before the Stone and Steel Syndicate stalk out, CRW tag belts gleaming on their chests. Markham is in basic black trunks, elbow and knee pads as he always has been. Troy Matthews has updated his look a touch, now wearing a black and green vest with his logo on the back: an image of New Jersey with devil horns.] Styles: OH YEAH! I’ve been –totally- watching some Japan tapes recently. Have you –seen- Markham’s lariat? So good. Stanton: It’s a clothesline. Styles: BUT WHAT A CLOTHESLINE! [Matthews does not walk to the ring, he does not run, he saunters. His face is just plastered with a classic rudo smirk as he flips off a few fans, just soaking in the boos. Markham is ice.] Conarri: The Stone and Steel Syndicate had an inauspicious start in CRW, but at the last Reindeer Games they were finally able to, ah, climb the ladder and secure the tag belts for what’s proving to be a solid reign. Later on that night, they fell to the current CAL Champs in one hell of a TLC match. Stanton: And they shall fall again, proving suck DOES strike twice in the same place. [Both men hit the ring at the same time, Markham sliding under the bottom rope, Matthews hopping onto the apron, and then slingshotting himself over the top rope. Alex begins warming up, and stretching, while Troy immediately climbs the turnbuckles and poses, bringing a reaction of mostly boos, but a few cheers of those more familiar with Matthews’ work.] Conarri: And the reaction of the fans is an interesting one tonight. Although at first –hated- by the fans, the Syndicate have… changed their tactics a touch. Troy still cheats like a madman, but he seems to let everyone else in on the fun more… so to speak? Styles: Did anyone just understand what Cito said? Because I’m –so- just looking at that chick in row three. WANT MY NUMBER SWEETIE?! Stanton: Ugh. By the looks of her you couldn’t get enough to cover a water biscuit if you cracked her head open to feats on the gooey insides. Conarri: …. [The Syndicate pass their belts over to the referee who tucks them under the ring before all eyes turn to the entryway.] # It's been a long time, been a long time comin # Ferraro: And their opponents….. [Kid Xtreme and Crosslatch stalk out from the back, the CAL tag team belts shining in the multicolored strobes. Strangely enough the two seem to be completely out of sorts, the usual intensity missing.] Ferraro: Hailing from Chattanooga, Tennessee at a combined weight of FOUR hundred and TEN pounds… they are the COALITION OF AFFILIATED LEAGUES TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS OF THE WOOOORRLLLDDD… [RRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!] Ferraro: KID XTREME AND CROSSLATCH!!! [RRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!] Stanton: Now THERE’s a team! Conarri: Kid Xtreme and Crosslatch made a HUGE step in the card rankings after defeating the best the CAL had to offer in an amazing TLC match. Tonight, they get nothing but the SS Syndicate who can be looking forward to a CAL title shot of their own if they can pin the champs… Styles: Who seem kinda, y’know, spaced out. # You can hate me now.. but I won't stop now..# [Indeed they do. The CAL tag champs hops into the ring, not bothering to cater to the fans or even look at their opponents before they pass the belts over. They look at each other and shrug, Kid Xtreme moving into the ring to start first.] Conarri: They do seem rather out of sorts, which… ah, not a good idea. Stanton: Well, if they’re going to phone it in against any team, it’d best be the Syndicate. Styles: I’m telling you Leslie! LARIATOOO!!!! Stanton: Stop that. Ding Ding Ding! Conarri: And it looks like we’re off… Troy Matthews is starting for the Syndicate and Xtreme seems to finally focus on what’s going on. [The Jersey Devil runs a hand over his bright green hair as he peers a Kid Xtreme, who really doesn’t look like he could be bothered. Troy smack talks a bit, to little effect, and finally he sighs and SLAPS Xtreme right across the face!] Styles: Woah! Not cool. Stanton: Nothing wrong with a good slap now and again. [Xtreme staggers back, somewhat shocked before he snarls and NAILS Matthews with a chop!] SMACK! WHOOO! [Matthews responds in kind with VICIOUS shin kick to Xtreme’s calf! Kid Xtreme actually howls in pain from that one, but having finally woken up to the fight, spins to the side to nail Matthews with a side kick!] Conarri: Shin kick answered with a side kick and Kid X is charging! [Xtreme charges in on Matthews, who dives forwards, barrel rolling past Xtreme and coming up neatly to his feet. As Xtreme turns he’s suddenly forced to block a series of vicious kicks before a low sweep sends him to the ground. Matthews foot descends on Xtreme at a blinding pace…] SLAM!! [But Xtreme manages to dodge to the side, only to see another foot coming.] SLAM!! [Which he avoids before sending up a kick to Matthews’ back, staggering him. Rolling to his feet, Xtreme swings out a vicious spinning heel kick which Troy completely side steps before his own foot snakes up in another Thai-style shin kick, aimed for the head. Xtreme leaps back to the turnbuckle as Matthews charges again, this time getting up a foot to send Matthews staggering back. Now Xtreme charges, and Matthews simply hits the ground as Xtreme falls to the side, neatly cartwheeling to his feet!] RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Styles: HOLY CROUCHING TIGER HIDDEN DRAGON WHAT THE SAM HELL WAS THAT?! Conarri: That was unbelievable! I usually don’t see that kind of acrobatics from Crosslatch but I think he channeled a lot of his brother there… Stanton: And here comes in Alex ‘The Nobodycaresbecausehe’sboring’ Markham! [Matthews grins at Kid Xtreme before flipping him off and tagging in Markham. Xtreme, somewhat motivated by the recent fight shouts something at Matthews, and tags in Crosslatch, slapping his partner on the shoulder. Crosslatch trudges in, and he looks over the brick-like form of Alex Markham.] Styles: Now that’s just somewhere NOBODY wants to be. In the ring with the Sentinel. Stanton: Is his finishing move the sleeper hold? Styles: NO! It’s th— Stanton: Yeah yeah, he hits them with his arm. Very impressive. [Markham slaps his shoulders and he begins to circle Crosslatch, who seems to get his head into the match before the two lock up. Markham immediately switches into a go-behind and lifting up Crosslatch, he takes him down effortlessly before floating over to snag a headlock.] Conarri: Markham showing his mat skills here, and a headscissors by Crosslatch gets him out of the headlock. [Crosslatch neatly moves to the side, snagging Markham’s head in his legs, causing Markham to kick out of the headscissors. Back on their feet, Crosslatch moves in before taking Markham over with a deep armdrag.] Conarri: Armdrag from Crosslatch and the Sentinel responds with one of his own! SLAM! Stanton: Ow! [A few of the crowd ooh as Markham WHIPS Crosslatch over, slamming him hard into the canvas with a vicious armdrag. Markham holds onto the arm, quickly twisting it and applying an arm wringer as Crosslatch moves to his feet, wincing before he somersaults forwards, coming up and diving forwards again in a front handspring with his free hand, reversing the move!] Conarri: Classic cruiserweight reversal from Crosslatch, and a whip sends Markham running! Shoulder block! Styles: Man… that guy hits you just like a ton of… Stanton: Bricks? Styles: No, no… nothing that obvious. [Markham runs over the fallen Crosslatch, bouncing off of the ropes while Crosslatch gets back to his feet. Nimbly, Crosslatch leaps over Markham before falling onto his back, and as Markham comes back from the ropes Crosslatch simply takes him high over with a monkey flip! Markham lands by Matthews, who immediately slaps the hand of his partner, hopping into the ring.] Conarri: A monkey flip takes Markham over and Matthews is back in the ring here! A nice showing by Crosslatch and Kid Xtreme here, despite… whatever they’re brooding about. Stanton: GET IN THE GAME YOU PANSY SHOE GAZERS!! I HAVE FIFTY BUCKS RIDING ON THIS MATCH! Styles: Man… I love Matthews. How can you fit so much bastard into –such- a little guy? [Troy Matthews quickly charges for Crosslatch, who leaps into the air, sending Matthews flying overhead with a hurracanrana! Back on his feet in an instant, Crosslatch grabs Matthews, whipping him into his corner before tagging Kid Xtreme back in. After a moment, Xtreme gets in and the two converse for a second for trying a double suplex.] Stanton: Y’know, I’m no genius or anything, but aren’t twin brothers supposed to communicate a little more… quickly than that? Conarri: Double suplex coming up… NO! Floatover by Matthews, they took too long! [Landing nimbly on his feet, Matthews NAILS Crosslatch in the back of the head with a shin kick before turning to Kid Xtreme, and neatly poking him in the eye to a few boos. Dancing back, Matthews drives a knee into Kid Xtreme before hitting him with a couple of more stiff kicks to the calf and then whipping him HARD back over to Markham.] Conarri: Some more Thai-style kickboxing from Troy Matthews. Folks, you HAVE to understand how much those kicks hurt. You can cripple a guy with a few well placed shin kicks. Stanton: Luckily, Troy Matthews is built like a pencil, and so the worst he can do is cause welts. [Kid Xtreme, in obvious pain, would disagree as he finds himself on the receiving end of a dropkick into the turnbuckle before Matthews tags in Markham. Both men grab a hold of Kid Xtreme in headlocks before running forwards and DRIVING him into the ground with a double bulldog!] Styles: Now THAT’S double teaming. Seriously Leslie, you need to support better teams or something. X-Latch just ain’t cutting it. Stanton: X-Latch? [Markham hooks a leg, going for an early pin.]
ONE!.....
Conarri: Just a two count there and Kid Xtreme is definitely still in this match. [Markham grabs a hold of Kid X, NAILING him with a vicious chop…] SMACK! WHOOOO!! [And spinning around to grab him and send him CRASHING onto his head with a high angle back suplex!!] OOOOOOOOHHHH!!! Stanton: Oh my… he just dropped him right on his damn head! Styles: YEAH! That’s how they do it in Japan!! That’s like… totally bukkake and stuff. Conarri: …. Bukkake? Styles [condescendingly]: It’s a Japanese word. Means uh… Japanese style and stuff. Conarri [incredulously]: You’re an idiot! [Markham jams a knee into the back of Kid Xtreme’s neck, wrenching upwards.] Styles: Why do people keep saying that? [Completely knocked silly by the backdrop driver, Kid Xtreme takes a bit to get his bearings before he tries to get his way out of the modified clutch. Smoothly Markham steps over, and grabbing a hold of Kid X’s chin, he begins to twist as he applies a vicious neck vice.] Conarri: Markham showing his patience and surgical style of wrestling as he’s picked out Kid Xtreme’s neck with that neck vice. Styles: Yeah, watch how he works his submission holds. If the guy starts to counter, he doesn’t hold on like an idiot, he –changes- the move to keep one step ahead of his opponent. Why didn’t I ever do that? LET’S GO X-TREME!! LET’S GO X-TREME!! [As Kid Xtreme tries to fight out of the hold the crowd comes to life as they begin to cheer him on. Slowly, he stands as Markham wrenches on the neck vice.] Styles: Scratch that, he’s hanging on like a moron. [And finally Kid Xtreme comes to life as he nails Markham in the gut with an elbow, breaking the hold! Without hesitation Kid Xtreme runs for the ropes before heading right back for Markham…] Conarri: And Kid Xtreme is free of the hold and going for Markham… CAUGHT! STUN GUN!! [And Markham calmly snatches Kid Xtreme, lifts him into the air, and drops him neck first on the top rope. Xtreme bounces off spectacularly, coughing and clawing at the air as Markham slowly moves in, his expression cold and calculating. Matthews cheers wildly from his corner.] Stanton: I hate that guy. Conarri: Why? You seem to love all of the other obnoxious pretty boy wrestlers out there. Stanton [clicking her tongue]: The hair. Just can’t get over the hair. [Not bothering for a pin, Markham hauls up Kid Xtreme for a suplex and then PLANTS him with a brainbuster!] OOOHHHHHH!!! Styles: YEAH! God I love these guys, that was stiff as hell. Admit it Leslie, that was a –swank- ass brainbuster. Stanton [muttering]: Maybe. Conarri: And Markham is tagging in Matthews here… BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! Styles: Who’s as popular as ever. [Matthews grabs a hold of Xtreme’s head before nailing him with a headbutt, Markham follows suit and Xtreme crumples to his knees under a rain of headbutts before Troy grabs him in a ¾ facelock and runs up the turnbuckle before PLANTING Kid Xtreme with an Acid Drop!] Conarri: Devil Crusher! A twisting ace crusher just NAILED Kid Xtreme and he’s in a bad way here from Troy Matthews’ former finisher! [Markham steps out as the referee drops, counting the pin.] ONE!!! ……TWO!!!!! Conarri: Save by Crosslatch! At least he’s focused enough to go for that. Xtreme is back up and NOT looking like he’s having a good day. [A hand on his neck from the repeated damage, Xtreme staggers to his feet before he’s doubled over with a toe kick. Matthews shouts out to the crowd before snagging Xtreme in a double underhook, looking for what appears to be a pedigree or tiger bomb before he turns to the side, draping his leg over Xtreme’s neck!] Stanton: What the… Styles: Trident Driver! He’s going to end it right here! [Actually he isn’t, as Kid Xtreme might have his mind on other matters right now, but he knows that a Trident Driver hurts like hell, and he’s not nearly beat up enough to be incapable of fighting out.] Conarri: Wait! Xtreme is fighting out! He’s out! Got the legs… [Kid Xtreme manages to wrench his arms free, and grab a hold of Matthews’ legs, trip him up, and send him flying into the turnbuckle with a slingshot catapult! Matthews staggers back, into a rollup by Kid Xtreme!] ONE!!! ……..TWO!!!! Conarri: NO!! Only two there, but Kid Xtreme is a house afire here! [Matthews staggers back to his feet, only to get thrown overhead with a release northern lights suplex. Finally, Kid Xtreme rushes over, and nails down the hand of Crosslatch!] RRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!! Stanton: YEAH BABY! [Matthews staggers to his feet, only to see the two brothers finally working in unison as they take him down with a double clothesline! Markham rushes in after them, but he’s sent high over head with a back body drop. The two brothers turn, nod to each other, and fall into a low stance.] Conarri: Kid Xtreme and Crosslatch are cleaning up and they’re looking for … Stanton: DOUBLE DROPKICK! That’s how it’s done! [Thrown backwards violently, the young wrestler splats on the ground outside. Meanwhile, Markham staggers to his feet, only to get grabbed and simply THROWN out of the ring by Xtreme and Crosslatch!] Conarri: Alex Markham goes tumbling out after Matthews! Xtreme and Crosslatch... stereo planchas take out the SS Syndicate! Stanton: Nice! [Kid Xtreme and Crosslatch simultaneously leap over the top rope, nailing both members of the SS Syndicate dead on.] RRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!! EX-TREME EX-TREME EX-TREME!! Conarri: Crowd definitely appreciative of the CAL tag champs here... [The crowd roar their approval as Kid X and Crosslatch roll to their feet and leap on the Syndicate, a brawl quickly erupting on the outside.] One! Conarri: The twin brothers finally showing the fire they need in this non-title matchup after a rare misstep or two. Two! [Crosslatch grabs a hold of Markham, and quickly sends him for the ring post with an Irish whip.. .which is reversed! Leaning hard into the move, Markham sends Crosslatch towards the ring post at high velocity, RAMMING his shoulder into the unforgiving steel.] Styles: Whip into the post by Markham! That’s how it’s done baby! Stanton: Uh. Ow? Three! Conarri: This is why Markham is such a great talent, he's calculating, precise, and has enough wherewithal to reverse a whip despite having his brains scrambled by that plancha. Twin elbows to the face by the Syndicate knock down Xtreme and... what's Markham doing here? Styles: Something –good-. Four! [Moving over to Crosslatch, Markham pulls his arms through the ringpost before crossing them over, trapping him in place against the post. Matthews turns from the fallen form of Xtreme, a wicked grin crossing his face as Markham traps Crosslatch's arms against the ringpost.] Five! [Falling into a low stance, Matthews slams his foot on the ground before BOLTING for Crosslatch, lifting his foot and NAILING CROSSLATCH'S SHOULDER WITH A YAKUZA KICK!] OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!! Stanton: Tha... THAT'S SICK! Styles: YAKUZAAA!!! RIGHT into the ring post! Man that was stiff!
Seven! [The count has progressed and the Markham simply hauls up Crosslatch's limp form, throws him in the ring, and drags him back out to break the count. Crosslatch crumples to the ground, in obvious agony as he cradles his shoulder. The Syndicate wisely roll into the ring, leaving a distraught Kid Xtreme to look over his partner before pushing him into the ring to avoid being counted out.] Conarri: Back in the ring here, and Crosslatch is going right for the tag! [Crosslatch staggers towards his partner, looking to get out of the ring as early as possible. Unfortunately, Matthews is the legal man, and Troy Matthews is fast. Very fast.] Styles: Troy Matthews off the ropes... Conarri: Beautiful flying headscissors keeps Crosslatch on the other side of the ring, and Matthews is obviously enjoying being in control here. [Troy nips up to his feet, the enormous smirk never leaving his face as he begins to stalk his target. Despite the pain, Crosslatch manages to stagger to his feet only to get sent overhead with a Japanese armdrag!] Stanton: And in comes Alex 'Boring as Hell' Markham. Styles: Fah. Watch this man work. [Troy drags Crosslatch over, twisting his arm up in an arm wringer before tagging in his partner. Markham takes advantage of Crosslatch's exposed chest to NAIL him with a chop.] SSSMMMAAACKK!!! WHOOOO! Styles: WOW what a chop! I think they heard that back in Japan! Stanton: Really? I didn't even notice over you SHRIEKING LIKE A SCHOOLGIRL! Conarri: Now ladies... ladies... play nice. Styles: What do you mean ladies? [The crowd whoo appreciatively at the resounding chop before Markham grabs the injured arm, driving Crosslatch into the ground with a single arm DDT!] Conarri [glibly]: Nothing at all. Where was I? Single arm DDT furthers the damage to the arm here, and a nice segue into a wakagitame armbar. [Keeping Crosslatch on his stomach, Markham simply leans his side into Crosslatch's injured shoulder, pulling up on the arm painfully. The crowd, somewhat sour to the Syndicate, begin to chant for Crosslatch.] LET'S GO CROSSLATCH! LET'S GO CROSSLATCH! [Crosslatch screams in pain as Markham continues to wrench his arm at an extremely unnatural angle. Despite the leverage against him and extreme pain, Crosslatch slowly begins to crawl his way to the ropes.] Stanton: Come on 'Latch! You've beat these losers before you can beat 'em again. Styles: Crosslatch almost at the ropes here... what's Matthew's doing?! [The Jersey Devil, still smirking simply hops down from the apron, saunters over, and as Crosslatch's hand swipes at the bottom ring rope, Matthews simply pulls it away.] BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Stanton: HAH! That's great! Conarri: I thought you hated Matthews? Styles: Even Leslie here can’t deny PURE AWESOME at work. [Kid Xtreme seems to have different ideas, and he is completely fed up at seeing his brother destroyed. As Matthews pulls back on the ropes, grinning like a maniac Kid Xtreme suddenly runs along the turnbuckle before leaping down on Matthews and sending him flying with a hurracanrana!] RRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!! Styles: Hurracanrana to the floor by Xtreme, and the Crosslatch finally got that rope break! Stanton: That’s even better! [The referee finally orders the break and Markham drags Crosslatch into the centre of the ring. Stepping back, he bounces from the ropes, leaping into the air before twisting his elbow up, and then down with an elbow drop that HITS NOTHING BUT CANVAS!] Conarri: Powerdrive elbowdrop misses and Crosslatch is FINALLY back up! SMACK! [Markham is back on his feet in an instant, only to get knocked down by a high spinning wheel kick by Crosslatch, who is now cradling the damaged arm.] Styles: Good kick from Crosslatch! He may be down an arm but he's two feet left and he knows how to use them. Stanton: Do you have any idea how stupid that sounds? Conarri: Shh! Don't tell him, it's better this way. [Crosslatch turns, looking for the tag but his partner is still on the outside, brawling with the Jersey Devil. Trying to shake out his injured arm, he turns to see the bricklike form of Markham standing. Wasting no time, Crosslatch nails Markham with a sidekick before trying to send him to the ropes with an Irish whip.] Conarri: Bad move by Crosslatch there, as his shoulder just gave out - and the whip is reversed! Styles: And a hard shoulderblock brings Crosslatch back down. Looks like... he's going for the face eraser! [With Crosslatch on his stomach, The Sentinel grabs his legs, trapping them beneath his arms. Stepping in, he hauls up Crosslatch by the waist, looking to slam him into the ground... and as he picks him up Crosslatch uses the momentum to turn out of the move, snag Markham's head with his good arm and PLANT HIM WITH A DDT!] Stanton: YEAH! Finally some offense! Styles: Crosslatch with the DDT and he's up and going for the tag! [Staggering to his feet, Crosslatch spies Matthews enter the ring, waving ghis arms and screaming. Ignoring his opponent, Crosslatch leaps for Kid Xtreme... AND GETS THE TAG!] RRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! Stanton: YES!! GO KID! Conarri: KID XTREME IS IN THE MATCH! Right hands to Mar... OH COME ON!! Styles: HAHAHAH! Awesome. I love Troy. [The referee had turned to Matthews a few seconds before the tag, and the moment the tag hit, Matthews calmly stepped out of the ring, apologizing. A few delighted fans cheer Matthews, who sketches a bow. The vast majority however, are not as pleased.] BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! MATTHEWS SUCKS! MATTHEWS SUCKS! MATTHEWS SUCKS! Stanton: That clever green haired bastard. [The referee finally pushes a frustrated Kid Xtreme back onto the ring apron as Crosslatch finally sighs and charges RIGHT for Markham, having had enough of this. Unfortunately, this proves to be a mistake.] WHAM!! Styles: CIRCUIT BREAKER!!! Stanton: Oh my GOD that looked like it hurt... [As Crosslatch charges for Markham, he is promptly scooped up, flipped over and his shoulder is just CRACKED against Markham's knee. Dropping Crosslatch down, who is now screaming in agony, Markham goes for the pin.] Conarri: Tilt-a-whirl shoulderbreaker might have just busted Crosslatch's shoulder and Markham is going for the pin! ...ONE!! ........TWO!!! Conarri: Only two as a -very- pissed off Kid Xtreme breaks up the pin. [Kid Xtreme is pushed out by the referee, both of whom seem plenty annoyed.] Stanton: He's going for the pin again? ....ONE! .......TWO! ...NO! Conarri: A kickout, and that's a GREAT move by Markham. Keep in mind that this entire match has been focusing on Crosslatch's shoulder, and you have to use that every time you kick out. Try throwing a guy like Markham off of you with a bad shoulder - it hurts, it wears you down, and it's -no- effort on Markham's part. Styles: Exactly what he said. [Markham pins down Crosslatch for another two before finally hauling Crosslatch up and WHIPPING him to the turnbuckle. Crosslatch crashes into the buckle and collapses on his face. Markham casually walks over, and tags in The Jersey Devil.] BOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRAAAAHHHHOOOOOOOO!! Stanton: God he's a dick. Styles: But he's such a loveable dick! [A decidedly mixed reaction greets the plucky youngster as he leaps over the top rope, planting a flying legdrop on Crosslatch's injured shoulder. Quickly, he goes for the pin.] ..ONE! .....TWO!! ..........NO! Conarri: Just a two count there and Crosslatch -needs- to make the tag here, Kid Xtreme has barely seen any action and the Syndicate are just destroying him. [Matthews stands up and prods Crosslatch a few times before hauling him up by the hair and -marching- him over towards Kid Xtreme. There, Matthews grabs a hold of Crosslatch's hair, leaning him forwards so that he's mere inches from his partner's outstretched hand. No fool, Kid Xtreme immediately bounces up on the ropes, leaning as far over as possible, only to have Matthews drag a helpless Crosslatch further and further back from his brother.] Stanton: OH COME ON! Styles: Wow, that's evil. Sometimes, I wish I was gay. Conarri: …. Beg your pardon? Styles: Did I say that out loud? [Finally hauling Crosslatch out of reach, Troy snaps on a hammerlock before hauling Crosslatch up from behind, and dropping him right on his locked arm.] Styles: Hammerlock back suplex by the Jersey Devil but he only gets two from that. Conarri: Love or hate them, you have to respect the Stone and Steel Syndicate here tonight. Their start in the CAL might have been inauspicious but they have seriously brought their A-game here tonight. This entire match has been precision, painful maneuvers and they haven't taken -any- unnecessary risks. Stanton: All I want to see is that STUPID grin wiped off of Matthews' face. [Hauling Crosslatch back up, Troy Matthews whips him into a seating position with a snapmare. As Crosslatch groans on the ground, disoriented and hurting, Troy looks up to the crowd, and raises a finger to his lips.] Troy: Shhhhhh! [Strangely enough, the crowd quiets down.] SSSSMMMAAAACCKKKK!!! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!! Styles: YEAH! Now –that’s- a kick. [And Troy just NAILS Crosslatch with a kick to the base of his spine, prompting a scream of pain. The crowd ooohs appreciatively as Troy quiets them with another shhh before leveling another kick at Crosslatch.] SSSSMMMMMAAAACKKKK!!! OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!! Stanton: Wow those are loud! Conarri: Some STIFF kicks to the base of Crosslatch's spine and the poor bastard has just completely collapsed. [Crosslatch simply slumps back, spread-eagled. Matthews shouts out something to the crowd and runs for the ropes before gracefully leaping onto the second rope and moonsaulting back over to Crosslatch.] Styles: Asaiii...HITS KNEES! Crosslatch got his knees up! RRRRRAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!! [The crowd explodes as Crosslatch manages to raise his knees into Matthews, driving them right into the Jersey Devil's ribs.] Stanton: Good! Now make the damn tag! Conarri: Crosslatch is in a -world- of hurt though, is he going to be able to make it to Kid Xtreme in time? [Matthews collapses to the side, clutching his ribs as Crosslatch slowly, bravely tries to make his way over to Kid Xtreme for a tag. He's crawling though, and it's difficult to crawl with one functioning arm.] CROSS-LATCH CROSS-LATCH CROSS-LATCH! Conarri: The crowd here is on their feet for the popular young superstar... he's inches away... no! Stanton: Dammit! [Recovering in the nick of time, Matthews leaps onto Crosslatch's foot, dragging him away from Xtreme's outstretched hand to the expected reaction.] BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! [Still hanging onto Crosslatch's foot, Matthews staggers to his feet until the two are facing each other. With a sigh, Crosslatch suddenly lunges to the side, NAILING MATTHEWS IN THE TEMPLE WITH AN ENZUIGIRI!] SSSSMMAAAACCKKKK!! RRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!! [Troy staggers forwards, and collapses flat on his face as Crosslatch falls to the ground as well. Without hesitation, Crosslatch begins to slowly, agonizingly pull himself towards Kid Xtreme.] Conarri: Both men are going for the tag here… and whoever makes it first is going to have one hell of an easier time of it. [Troy has begun to make his way over to Markham as well, knocked silly by the enzuigiri. Both men reach… reach… AND CROSSLATCH GETS THE TAG!!] RRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! Conarri: Kid Xtreme is in! And Troy just tagged Markham but Crosslatch is finally out! Right hands from Kid Xtreme to Markham! [Charging for Alex Markham, Kid Xtreme just opens up with a flurry of wild blows to the big man’s head. Markham responds in kind.] SMACK!!! WHOOOOOO!!! [And Kid Xtreme actually goes flying back from the ferocity of the chop. Back on his feet in an instant though, Kid Xtreme nails Markham with a European uppercut before sending him over with a snapmare and nailing him with a dropkick! Looking over to Matthews, Kid Xtreme charges for him, and checks him right off of the ring apron before pointing to Markham, and giving a thumb down.] Stanton: FINISH HIM! Xtreme is gonna fly!! [His partner nearly out of the match, and his own neck hurting like hell, Kid Xtreme manages to climb the turnbuckle before LEAPING off with a moonsault… AND NAILING IT!] Conarri: Moonsault and he got all of that! Going for the pin… ……ONE!!! ……….TWO!!! …………..NO! Styles: Not likely! Markham kicked out and I bet Xtreme only made him mad. [Xtreme is back on his feet in an instant, watching Markham as he stands before nailing him with a side kick… which is caught! Smoothly, Markham sends Xtreme’s leg swinging to the side to grab at his back before hauling him up for a German suplex.] Conarri: German… NO! Reversal! Victory roll by Kid X! [And Kid Xtreme dives between Markham’s legs, rolling him up for the pin!] ONE!!! ……TWO!!! ………..NO!!! Stanton: God dammit, JUST PUT HIM AWAY! [Both men back on their feet, Kid Xtreme goes for a whip, which Markham easily reverses. Crosslatch, having finally stood, is nursing his arm and completely not paying attention to the match when Kid Xtreme collides HARD into him, sending Crosslatch to the ground below! Markham takes advantage to grab Kid X in a full nelson…] Styles: RELEASE DRAGON! RIGHT ON HIS DAMN HEAD!! [And send Kid Xtreme overhead and down HARD on his neck. Wiping some sweat from himself, Markham scowls down at Xtreme before grabbing him in a standing leg scissors, and hauling him up for a powerbomb…] Conarri: NO! Kid Xtreme is trying to fight out he’s… SLAM!!! Stanton: OH MY GOD!! KID XTREME IS DEAD! [And Markham manages to ignore Kid Xtreme’s attempts to battle his way out, and simply powerbombs him hard, RIGHT onto his head and neck before sliding over and folding Kid Xtreme up like a pretzel for the pin!] Conarri: This might be it, Kid Xtreme’s neck has taken serious punishment and Crosslatch is out of it! ……ONE!!!! …………TWO!!!! …………………THR… Styles: NO!! So close! That kickout was by a HAIR and Kid Xtreme is in a bad way here. Stanton: Get some more offense in dammit! This match has nearly been all Syndicate! [Markham scowls, looking over to Matthews and nodding once. Without a word, Troy leaps over the top rope as Markham hauls up Kid Xtreme for a backdrop, Matthews poised behind him.] Styles: GOING FOR THE G-PLEX! This could be it!! Conarri: NO! Crosslatch is back in it! [Finally showing some signs of life, Crosslatch finds himself on the top turnbuckle before he closes his eyes, and leaps, NAILING Matthews in the side of the head with a flying side kick!] Stanton: YES! Flying kick and he’s down! GO CROSSLATCH! RRRRRRRAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! [Markham hauls up Kid Xtreme for a backdrop anyways, and suddenly Kid Xtreme BACKFLIPS out of the move, landing neatly behind Markham. The two brothers nail Markham in the kidneys with twin side kicks before sending him to the turnbuckle. Turning, the twins again show a spark of life as they slap their knees, and fall into a low stance, watching Matthews.] Conarri: It looks like… SSSSMMMAAACKKKK!! Styles: No!!! Stanton: X Marks the spot baby! Matthews is out!! [And a double superkick sends Troy Matthews flying over the top rope!! Crosslatch and Kid Xtreme, lean over the ropes, shouting at Matthews as he splats on the concrete below.] Conarri: X Mark sends Matthews flying to the outside... and here comes Markham! [Charging from the turnbuckle, the stocky gaijin rushes for Kid Xtreme, snagging him behind in a rear waistlock. Hauling, he tries for a German suplex on Xtreme, who simply clings onto the ropes for dear life.] Conarri: Not a chance! Xtreme is hanging onto those ropes for dear life, another suplex might break his neck! [Markham's plan was a fairly simple one. Both men had their backs turned to him, and one good suplex would take Xtreme out of the equation. Crosslatch's attack would most likely be a predictable high kick, which Markham had nicely prepared a counter for. Unfortunately, he did NOT count on Kid Xtreme being so damn tenacious by clinging to the ropes, which leaving Markham totally open for...] SMACK!! Conarri: Crosslatch! Crosslatch with the enziguri to the back of the head! [Leaping into the air, Crosslatch NAILS Markham in the temple with a flying side kick, and the big man crumples to the ground. Crosslatch stumbles to his feet, cradling his right arm. Turning, the twin brothers nod at each other, hoist Markham up, and double him over with a kick to the midsection.] Stanton: What are they... Conarri: Double DDT? No! Double Powerbomb! SLAM! [Standing side by side, the two brothers manage to nail a perfect two-man powerbomb, though Crosslatch immediately crumples in the aftermath, holding his arm. Kid Xtreme's hand has barely left his neck, Markham twitches.] Stanton: Yes! KILL THEM!! Styles: HEY! Stanton: Look, these guys are losers. The only man in wrestling with hair more obnoxious than Flare's teamed with the only man in wrestling who rivals Johnny Thunder in the 'Oh god he's boring' department does not a good tag team make. I want them pinned, gone, and never to darken OLW's doors again. Styles: Well… uhh… I mean… no! [Crosslatch and Kid Xtreme have simultaneously climbed to the same turnbuckle, standing side by side. Realizing what's going to happen, the crowd's volume has increased dramatically.] Conarri: Well you might be getting your wish because they're going for Crossing Over Xtreme! [The crowd is deafening as Kid Xtreme and Crosslatch balance precariously on the top turnbuckle, silently timing their jumps. A simultaneous shooting star press and guillotine legdrop from the same turnbuckle, crossed over, Crossing Over Xtreme is not only the most spectacular tag team finisher in the CAL today, but also the most difficult. It takes a few seconds to time everything perfectly, and the twin brothers, despite occasional shows of their excellent tandem work, have not been having a good night. Hence, they spend a few seconds too long.] Stanton: Matthews is back up! He's on the wrong side of the ring! Conarri: He might catch the pinfall, but Markham is going to be out of the match after this one... [Troy Matthews is woozy, hurting, and does not like the situation. He’s on the wrong side of the ring, being in the middle with the impending doom of his partner taking place SSSMMMMAAACCCKKKK!!! RRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!! Stanton: GOOD GOD WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?! [Crosslatch screams in pain and crashes heavily to the arena floor, landing awkwardly. Kid Xtreme, unbalanced by the sudden commotion, collapses into the ring beside a standing Alex Markham. Troy, however, lands directly on his head, and doesn't move.] Conarri: Let's call that a triple jump flip kick but more importantly let's look at a replay! Styles: Yeah! I mean… YEEEAAHHH!!
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!! [The crowd have now picked up one of their favorite chants as the two men pick themselves up in the ring, staring each other down.] Conarri: Crosslatch and Matthews are both out here, and it's down to two men! SIDE KICK FROM XTREME! [Wasting no time, Kid Xtreme twists in place, staggering Markham with a shuffle side kick. Grabbing Markham, from behind, Kid X raises his hand to the crowd before snagging Markham's elbow.] Stanton: Xtreme High! He's got this one! [With casual grace, Kid Xtreme spins Markham around, looking to catch him in a flatliner. However, Markham simply twists violently -into- the move, managing to wrench himself free, and NAIL Xtreme in the side of the neck with a chop!] Conarri: Hard chop to the neck by Markham... oh man... [Grabbing a hold of Xtreme's arm, Markham's hand becomes a blur as he viciously chops into Kid Xtreme's injured neck again and again. Finally, he spins Xtreme to face away from him, snags him in a half nelson and flips him over, DROPPING X on his head! OOOOOHHHHHHHH!! Stanton: That... that's brutal! Styles: That’s a half nelson suplex and THAT’s the kind of stuff you do to a guy who’s neck has been a target all match. Conarri: Half-nelson suplex from Markham... HE'S SIGNALLING FOR THE LARIAT! [The signal isn't that spectacular. Markham simply steps back, rolls his arm, and waits. Matthews notices what's happening lurches to his feet, apparently punch-drunk from the fall. Peering over the edge to notice Crosslatch stirring, Matthews grabs onto the ropes, and hauls himself over to nail Crosslatch with a plancha! Meanwhile, Kid Xtreme is finally beginning to stand, his hand on his neck and his face a mask of agony.] Stanton [dryly]: Clothesline coming up... SSSMMMMAAAAACCCKKKK!!! Styles: OH MY GOD MARKHAM JUST KNOCKED OFF HIS HEAD AND SHIT DOWN HIS NECK!!! LARIATOOO!!! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH! [Which is only so much hyperbole. The awesome force behind Markham's lariat is truly a sight to behold, as it doesn't knock the opponent over like most clotheslines. It drives him into the ground. This is a knockout, match ending blow, and it doesn't help when you land right on your neck. Xtreme slams viciously into the ground, almost instantly crumpling into a ball of hurt.] Conarri [incredulously]: What did you say?! Styles [suddenly embarrassed]: Er... Markham is going for the pin! [Markham doesn't bother to hook the leg, he doesn't have to.] ...ONE!! ........TWO!!! ..............THREE!!! [Ding Ding Ding!] RRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Styles: THEY DID IT! YES!! You owe my fifty bucks Leslie! Conarri: You bet against… him? Stanton [sighing]: Kill me now. |
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