From: foleye@prism.CS.ORST.EDU (Stilt Man)
Newsgroups: rec.sport.pro-wrestling
Subject: FWF:  Titan vs. Reed
Summary: The Invincible Titan Morgan makes a mandatory World Heavyweight
	Championship defense against the reigning U.S. Champion, "Crimson"
	Joe Reed.
Date: 13 Apr 92 18:52:38 GMT
Distribution: na
Organization: Oregon State University, Computer Science Dept.

The Fictional Wrestling Federation's main office has opened up again after
the weekend, with the second mandatory title defense by an FWF World Champion
against the U.S. Champion.

"Crimson" Joe Reed, the U.S. Champion, will step into the ring with the
World Heavyweight Champion, the Invicible Titan Morgan.  Comments from both:

Reed . . .

"After a long wait to get into the FWF, and after a long wait to get a shot
at the United States Heavyweight Championship, it's finally here.  I have a
match with Titan Morgan for the World Title.  Well, I'm not going to sit
here and bore you with jabbering.  Morgan, I'm going to let you go on, listen
to you lay it on thick . . . and then I'll beat you in the ring."


Morgan . . .

"You know something, all you TitanManiacs, I didn't know how long it was
gonna take before I'd get a chance to prove myself, that I didn't beat
Annihilus for this title by a mere fluke, that I'd finally get a defense!
No time in the history of the FWF has the World Championship been successfully
defended against a U.S. Champion.  And that's something I've gotta think about
as I step into the ring.  But I'm not scared in the least, dude, because I've
got the strongest force in the universe riding my bandwagon, and the largest
arms in the world ready to run wild on you!  Joe Reed, yeah, you've paid your
dues, and you've had a long wait to get to today.  But when you step into the
ring with Titan Morgan, that's when all the stops go out, all the Maniacs
line up against you, and all power of the World Heavyweight Champion is brought
to stand the test of time!  And when I walk out of the arena, I will still
have this Title around my waist, because when you mess with the best, you'll
fall like the rest!"


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The tune of "Badd Company" strikes the ears of the fans in the Charleston
Civic Center in South Carolina.  The fans have a mixed reaction to the man
in the red mask who walks down to the ring with the gold belt around his
waist.  Many of them follow the instinct to simply vilify anyone who opposes
Titan Morgan, and boo mercilessly for him.  Some figure he's a face, despite
it all, so why not cheer for him.  Some figure he's a good wrestler, and so
is Morgan, so why not cheer for him.  They're still arguing amongst themselves
as Alfred Grinchley begins the introductions.

"THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS FOR THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!  IT IS
SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL.  COMING DOWN THE AISLE, IS THE CHALLENGER.  FROM
LEXINGTON, KENTUCKY; HE WEIGHS TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTY-THREE POUNDS.  HERE IS
THE UNITED STATES HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION . . . `CRIMSON' JOE REEEEEEEEEEEED!!"

The man's blue eyes glance all about the spectators arrayed both for and
against him in this arena.  He thinks about the possible outcomes that this
match could have.  He ponders wryly the possiblity that his own number-one
contender, Adrian "the Mauler" Romulus, may be left with a vacant title to
contend for a second time.  Then he can no longer hear himself pondering,
for there is no hearing above the deafening roar that responds to the opening
notes of "Eye of the Tiger" over the PA system in the Civic Center.  The
Grinch hesitates, then tries to shout over the the sound.

"AND HIIIIIS OPPONENT, FROM VENICE BEACH, CALIFORNIA.  HE WEIGHS THREE HUNDRED
AND FIFTEEN POUNDS, AND HE IS THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION:  THE INVINCIBLE
TIIIIITAN MOOOOOOOOOOOORRGAAAAAAAANNNNN!!!!!"

The man parts the dressing room curtains in the yellow-and-azure shirt and
tights, and points his fingers at either side of the aisle, raising his arms
in salute to the TitanManiacs who are going utterly berserk in their adoration
of this man.  Titan Morgan needs few credentials to be great, but he has them
anyhow.  He is the only man in the FWF who has ever pinned the Mighty Annihilus,
and it is only fitting that he now has the World Heavyweight Championship as
a prize of that feat.  He thinks of all the heels who are gunning for him and
his title, and can take some relief that he is up against a face in this one.

Not that "Crimson" Joe Reed is going to make this any easier.  Indeed, the man
is the number-one contender for his title.  As he enters the ring, he takes his
golden shirt and tears it from his chest, hurling it out to the fans without
even caring where it lands.  There is a mad scramble in the direction of where
it flew, as a dozen marks rush to catch it.  The radioactive-orange chest shows
no sign of blemish or flab, and his blonde hair is full and almost shoulder-
length.  His mustache reaches just to the lower curve of the lips, and his blue
eyes meet those of his challenger.  He removes the World Title belt, handing
it to the referee.  The ref holds it up high, allowing all in the Civic Center
to see what this is all about.

The bell sounds, the music fades, and Morgan and Reed square off in the ring,
standing eye to eye still.  Morgan smiles at his smaller opponent, but Reed
makes no expression of outrage at the gesture.  Reed goes for a collar-and-
elbow tie with the champion, and is just as swiftly hoisted off the ground and
hurled bodily into the turnbuckles unceremoniously.

The fans erupt, as Morgan flexes the huge 25-inch biceps and shows off the
trapezius muscles by flexing the arms in front.  Reed rolls his eyes skyward,
and Morgan notices the reaction.  Nothing more than slight irritation here.
A second collar-and-elbow tie, and Morgan immediately tosses Reed over the
hip.  Reed stands, running back at Morgan, who flips him back in a Japanese
arm drag.  Reed lunges again, trying to duck under it, but Morgan ducks with
him and repeats the move.  Reed stands a third time, not foolish enough to
get tossed a third time.  He nods his head slowly and smiles, not seeming to
be particularly concerned about the advantage Morgan seems to hold.  The match
is still young, and he has plenty of oomph left.  He's just scouting so far.

Reed hestitates, but then risks a third lock-up.  This time, he is quicker
than Morgan, and takes the World Champion over the hip in a headlock.  Morgan
just as quickly loops the leg over the head and forces him off.  Reed is
surprised as Morgan releases him from what might have been a devastating head-
scissors, only to find that his surprise has left him off-guard.  Morgan backs
him into the corner and deals out a hard series of rights and lefts to the
abdominals, followed by and uppercut, followed by a reverse knife-edge chop.
Reed half-ricochets off the turnbuckles, and gets hit with a second chop.
Morgan starts up with the fisticuffs again, and Reed tries to hit back, but
the man is too big and he's hitting too hard.  Morgan dishes out three more
hard chops before finally bowing to the irate referee's wishes and whipping
him out of the corner.  But Morgan is only a foot behind Reed in his uncon-
trolled run, landing a swift lariat instants after Reed hits the opposite 
corner.
 
Reed slumps against the turnbuckles, shaking his head.  He is no longer in
scouting mode, he's in hurting mode.  Morgan waves his hand, cupping it to
his ear, receiving a positive response from the crowd.  It does give Reed
a little time to think, and he needs it at this point.  When Morgan goes
back to the corner, Reed decides to throw the rulebook out and pokes him
across the eyes.  Reed turns Morgan into the corner and deals out a series
of rights and lefts of his own.  The more fanatic marks as well as the
hardcores start to boo at this, and Reed finally brings Morgan out of the
corner, and lifts him up for a bodyslam.  But he surprises the champ, and
drops him hard across the knee.

Morgan arches his back for a few seconds, as Reed backs to the ropes.  A
leg is dropped across Titan's throat and sternum.  The message is sent, by
using one of his own finishers on him.  Reed brings Morgan back up to his
feet, and loops one arm over his head.  He tires to lift . . . but can't
quite get 315 pounds up.  He tries again, but Morgan blocks it this time.
The Titan, now recovering from the leg drop, puts one hand flat on Reed's
belly and ducks, forcing him down.  He lifts the man up into the air until
he is perfectly vertical, holding him there to enjoy the upside-down view
of the world around him.  A crescendo of fans' support meets his ears the
longer and longer he holds the U.S. Champion in the air, until finally, a
full 35 seconds later, he lands the man's back firmly onto the canvas.

Morgan looks out to the fans, throwing his arms up in the air.  He stands
up Reed, slapping his left arm, ducking around behind him as he loops it
over his head in one graceful motion.  He lifts the man up, dropping him
hard on the knee.  Reed gets no respite after the atomic drop, as Morgan
lifts him back up, steadies him horizontally, steps slowly out from under
his weight and lets him fall straight down to the mat.  The impacts are
starting to wear Reed down noticeably, for he is barely moving at this
point.  He knows he has to come up with some offense soon, or this one is
history.

Morgan covers Reed for the pin.  One!  Two . . .


Few are surprised when Reed takes up one shoulder.  Morgan gets up, and
Reed rolls over to the side of the ring, finally going outside.  He has
to get some sort of offensive going, or he's meat for the eating.  The
Titan comes out after him, standing him up . . .

. . . and gets his head rammed unexpectedly into the steel fence for his
trouble.  Reed shakes his head, having saved his strength outside the ring
long enough, and sends Morgan back the barricade, smashing the small of
the back.  He then puts Morgan back into the ring, and goes in after him.

He sets Morgan up for a vertical suplex, and this time he gets the man up.
He can't hold Morgan up for 35 seconds, of course, but he doesn't really
care.  He's thinking of economical moves, not showboating.  Morgan falls
to the mat hard, and Reed is quickly on his feet again, readying his next
move.  This man wastes no time.

Reed grabs Morgan's shins under his shoulders, and slowly twists the man
over onto his belly, sitting back in a Boston crab.  The pain to the
lower back multiplied, Morgan grinds his teeth against the scream that
instinct wants to let loose.  The referee asks for a submission, and he
lets it out in a loud "NO!"  He tries to get his hands underneath him,
but it does him little good.  Morgan falls back down in a sort of mutant
push-up position, with Reed still grinding away at the spine with the
crab.  The official again asks for a submission . . .


. . . and Morgan answers by kicking Reed off of him.

Reed bounces off the ropes and almost trips over Morgan on the rebound
backwards, and turns to the champion in surprise.  But Morgan is still
hurting on the mat, trying to make his way over to the ropes.  Reed
stops him with a kick to the aching small of the back.  Morgan, lying
on his belly, stops for a rest.

Reed gives him none.  He lifts Morgan up by the arms, squatting over
him, draping the arms over his knees and seizing him by the chin, bending
back with all his weight.  The camel clutch picks up where the Boston
crab left off, working away at the lower back.  Reed doesn't seem to
expect Morgan to give this up, but a little pain in a man's life never
hurt.  :^)

Morgan tries to get his arms off of Reed's knees, but to little avail.
The man still has him thoroughly ensnared.  He shifts his knees a little,
slowly and painstakingly getting them underneath him.  Reed sees that
Morgan is likely to get out of this one, too, and lets him have a breather
for a moment.  But he's not thinking mercy in his mind.

He brings Morgan back up to his feet, signalling for the Kentucky Back-
smasher!  This is what he's been aiming for all along, of course.  He
takes Morgan in vertical suplex position once more near the ropes.  He
lifts Morgan up, slingshots him off the top rope, and twists into a
crunching power slam as he flips the champion over!  Morgan's lungs
exhale involuntarily in a heave of air, as Reed hooks the leg.  One!
Two . . .


Morgan heaves out of the cradle, coming to his knees halfway across the
ring, shaking his head in unutterable fury that this man would dare to
think he could pin the Invincible Titan Morgan!  Reed, wide-eyed, can
do little more than punch him.  But the Titan only stares at him, shaking
his head.  As Morgan seems to forget him in his effort to regain his feet,
Reed reminds him with a second fist.  The official warns him against it,
but Reed's eyes are fixed on Morgan's, again shaking his ahead.  Reed
hits him a third time, and Morgan stands, shaking his fists and his head
as he walks around the ring raging.

Reed nails him with a drop kick.  Morgan stops, still standing.  As Reed
stands, Morgan raises the finger, shaking it in the U.S. Champion's face,
warning him of the punishment that is to come if he is foolish enough to
continue.  Reed goes for another punch, but Morgan lifts his arm, catching
the blow on the tricep harmlessly, grabbing onto Reed's mask with his
left arm.  Morgan deals out a closed fist of his own, and Reed reels back.
Morgan hits him a second time, and a third, backing him to the ropes, then
whips him across the ring, stepping forward to snare him in a waistlock,
lifting him up and turning him around, sending all his leverage into vertical
momentum that is concurrent with gravitational force.  (I.e. DOWN.)  Reed
bounces off the mat in the spine buster, coming to rest on his back as
Morgan goes to the ropes, and comes off with the dreaded Leg Drop of Doom!

Morgan covers Reed for the pinfall, one, two . . .


A big fat guy in a black mask that is little more than a collection of straps
with coveralls that mix red and black comes into the ring and kicks Morgan
off.  The official quickly calls for the bell . . .

( *** Jim Ross commentary mode on *** )

"Oh my gosh, it's BIG TRUCK VADER, coming into the ring; he just hammered
the champion off of Reed.  Oh, no he's got a chair, Vader with a chair into the
back of the head!  Morgan is hurt!  He's lying on his back.  Reed's getting
out of the ring, but the story is Morgan lying with his back exposed.  Vader,
off the ropes . . . Oh, no the VADER BOMB!  First the Kentucky Backsmasher,
now the Vader Bomb to the back of the Invincible Titan Morgan!  Vader's trying
to break the back of the World Heavyweight Champion!

"Vader picks Morgan up, OH MY GOSH HE'S GORILLA PRESSING HIM!  THREE HUNDRED
AND FIFTEEN POUNDS!  He slams him down, kicking him until he's diagonal in
the center of the ring!  Vader's climbing the top rope!"

(Vader, at this point, is screaming something on the order of "NO PPHAAANE!!")

Ross-mode continues, "Vader, off the second rope, OH MY GOSH, get some help
out there.  He's completely demolishing the World Champion!  Morgan is hurt,
and I'm afraid he's hurt badly.  Harley Pace is coming out, raising Vader's
arm in victory, as help finally come from the locker room; but Morgan is
hurt, and he's hurt badly!  The jury is out; how much damage has been done
do Morgan's back?  He's hurt, and he's hurt badly . . ."

[ad infinitum about "hurt and hurt badly"]

( *** Jim Ross commentary mode off *** )
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Sorry.  I wanted to.  I couldn't resist.

Coming up, of course, a matchup between the Invincible Titan Morgan and
Big Truck Vader (Van Vader's big brother :-) for the World Heavyweight
Championship, which will be my official commentary on the current WCW angle,
of course.

Assuming Morgan keeps the title after that, he will then defend against
Doctor Death.


Hasta.

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