From: foleye@xanth.CS.ORST.EDU (Stilt Man)
Newsgroups: rec.sport.pro-wrestling
Subject: FWF:  Dominic vs. Wildfire II
Summary: "Dark Star" Dominic Walters goes a rematch with the Latin Wildfire.
	(not, but I won't say why just yet . . . )  Written by Liam Kelly.
Date: 13 Nov 92 01:44:40 GMT
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<editor submitting the floor to Mr. Kelly.  Take it away, Liam . . . >

And now, the FWF returns with a return bout in the increasingly heated feud 
pitting 'Dark Star' Dominic Walters and his cohorts against the camp of the 
Latin Wildfire.  Tonight's confrontation sees the leaders of the two parties 
meeting for the first time (officially).  The last time the forces met saw the
Wildfire facing the impressive last-minute substitution for the Skull Cruncher,
a behemoth by the name of Jerry 'The Stratofortress' Henderson.  So impressive,
in fact, that he sent the young Latin star down to defeat, with some assistance 
from Walters himself.  Now the Wildfire has demanded and been granted a shot at
the Dark Star, and only the two men's comments separate us from the match.

Walters: "Were you taken by surprise, Wildfire?  Did my friend the 'Fortress
defeat you solely by surprise, surprise and luck?  I think not, and I think you
too know better.  Well, don't think the results will shift in your direction
this time, because the Dark Star is too smart to be outwitted by a inexperienced
urchin like yourself.  Especially not with Mr. Henderson here in my corner.  
Bring it on, kid.  You'll have your day, but it won't be this one."

Wildfire: "You talk about surprise a lot.  Yeah, I was surprised by Henderson's
appearance.  Quite a bit.  But that wasn't why I dropped that match.  No, 
Walters, that distinction belongs to you.  You cost me that match, Dominic 
Walters, but sadly, I won't be able to get my revenge tonight.  At least, not
directly.  Because, you see, I was in a bit of an accident.  And I got doctor's
orders saying that this broken hand (he holds up heavily bandaged left hand) is
gonna cost me a lot of fun tonight.  Don't worry, though.  You'll still have 
yours, because I called up a friend of mine.  Ours.  And he said he'd be happy
to fill in for me.  Surprise, Mr. Dominic Walters, is on my side tonight."


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As Iron Maiden's "Hallowed Be Thy Name" screams from the Kingdome speakers in
downtown Seattle, Washington, the familiar figure of 'Dark Star' Dominic 
Walters strides down the aisle leading to the ring.  The usual crooked grin
still rides his face, but the confident gleam in his coal black eyes seems to 
have faded.  As he enters the ring, he walks around the ring as usual, and 
cackles evilly at some pro-Wildfire signs at ringside, as Alfred Grinchley steps
through the ropes and begins his announcements.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WELCOME TO TONIGHT'S FICTIONAL WRESTLING FEDERATION 
ACTION IN THE BEAUTIFUL SEATTLE KINGDOME!  INTRODUCING FIRST, IN THE CORNER TO
MY RIGHT, FROM HULL, ENGLAND, WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTY THREE POUNDS,
THE 'DARK STAR', DOMINIC WALTERS!"

The brief silence following the announcement is broken by the opening notes of
Queen's "God Save The Queen", and the smirk of nonchalance on Walters' face is
replaced by a look of part awe, part denial and part seething hatred.  Before 
Grinchley can even begin the second half of his duties, Walters charges through
the ropes and back down the ring aisle towards his opponent, fists clenched,
before the as-yet nameless competitor is even through the locker room curtains.
The dark-haired individual sees the charging Walters and drops to a three-point
stance, charges and hits Walters square in the knee, sending him tumbling over
his opponent and onto the arena floor.  As he picks the Dark one up to 
continue the fight, the Grinch finishes his duties.

"AND HIS OPPONENT, SUBSTITUTING FOR THE INJURED LATIN WILDFIRE, NOW... BATTLING
HIS WAY TO THE RING AREA, FROM BRIGHTON, ENGLAND, AT TWO HUNDRED AND FORTY FIVE
POUNDS, 'THE VISION' STU WATSON!"

Watson's first-ever ring introduction goes unnoticed by the man it puts the
spotlight on, as the Vision is busy taking the fight to Dominic Walters.  He
nails him with a savate kick to the gut, and Walters doubles over, the wind 
knocked out of him.  As Watson approaches to continue the onslaught, his lack
of recent exposure to Walters shines, as he foolishly stands in front of the
coughing and gagging Walters for a moment without taking action.  Walters seems 
as surprised as the fans at this carelessness, but moves swiftly and without
hesitation, driving a headbutt into the groin of his foe, drawing sympathetic
groans of agony from much of the crowd.

Suddenly, the pained look on Walters' face is replaced by an almost inhuman 
look of disgust and viciousness.  He takes Watson by the hair, and after running
him a few feet towards the ring, drives his opponent's skull into the steel 
ringside barrier.  Without relinquishing his grip, he spins around and drives
the Vision's head into the opposite barrier, opening up a nasty gash on the 
babyface's forehead.  As Watson lies on the ground nursing his injuries, Walters
rears back and delivers his trademark sinister cackle.  However, Watson takes a
page out of the Dark Star's rulebook while the heel's attention is elsewhere,
and yanks him by the trunks, propelling the nasty Brit headfirst into the 
railing.

As both men lay on the ring runway groping for the advantage, the referee 
stands in the ring, exasperated.  The bell to start the bout has not yet rung,
and the confusion on the zebra's face indicated he doesn't know whether or not
it will.  Finally he reaches a decision, and charges out of the ring towards the
combatants, commanding them angrily to get in the ring and get this match 
under way officially.  A smiling Watson responds by snap-maring his foe to the 
cement floor and dropping a knee right over Walters' nose, sending the Brit into
a writhing fit of anguish.  The Vision, still smiling, heaves Walters to his 
feet by the hair and pulls him towards the squared circle, nodding to the ref 
that he intends to oblige him.  However, at the last minute he turns to drive 
the Dark one's head into the steel ringpost, but Walters is too quick and 
reverses the move, kneeing the British face in the gut and driving him face 
first into the corner of one of the ringside stairs, bloodying his nose as well.

Now, it seems, Walters is ready to start the bout, and hurls his crimson masked
foe under the ropes.  The referee, pleased with the concept that this match will
finally be getting underway, calls for the bell, and the somewhat confused 
timekeeper obliges.  As he turns his attention back to the match at hand, he 
sees Walters has his foe in the corner, gnawing away at his forehead.  He 
immediately runs over to break up the illegal goings-on, and is repulsed when he
sees Walters turn to face him, blood coursing from his nose over his already
dark blood red face.  However, the Dark man seems to be enjoying the bloodbath,
certainly more so than his opponent.

After a steady minute of furious reprimands from the referee, Walters finally 
relents to actually keep this a wrestling match.  The Dark one flashes the
trademark Dominic Walters grin, and proceeds to whip the Vision to the opposite
corner.  As the smaller Watson rebounds, he is met by a Walters kick to the 
stomach, and immediately snapped down to the mat via a Dominic Walters DDT.  The
hold leaves a gruesome smear of blood on the mat, and it looks to all observers
as if this match will be surprisingly brief.

However, instead of attempting a pinfall, Walters hefts the Vision to his feet
twirls his finger around in the air, signifying the end is near.  He bounds to 
the ropes, prepared to deliver the crushing blow, his patented reverse clawhold
But as he approaches to drop Watson for the last time, his target ducks and 
scoops up the charging Dark Star under his arm, and drops him in a sideslam 
with thunderous force.  Weakened as he is, the Vision rolls on top of his foe 
for a pinfall attempt.

One!

Two!!



Walters barely hefts one of his shoulders off the mat, and both men struggle to
reach their feet.  Watson barely beats his opponent to a vertical base, and he
quickly snapmares Walters back down to the mat.  Scarcely has this been done
before Watson charges the ropes and comes back towards his opponent, leaping 
and dropping a high legdrop on his fallen foe.  As the gasping Walters again 
tries to regain his footing, the Vision nimbly scales the corner buckles and 
leaps off with a devastating axehandle to the heel's back, sending him to the 
mat again.  He falls on top of his foe, trying again to score a pinfall.

One!

The ref doesn't even reach two before he notices Walters' leg draped over the
bottom rope, breaking up the fall attempt.  Watson obligingly backs off, 
allowing Walters to regain his footing with some aid from the ring ropes.  As 
soon as he is almost vertical, Watson charges with arm extended, ready to 
deliver a  powerful clothesline.  As Walters finally spots the oncoming Watson,
 he can do nothing to defend himself but fall back down to the canvas.  As he 
does so, however, he pulls the top rope down with him, and Watson, unable to 
stop himself, plunges over the now-lowered ring boundaries, and lands...



...flat on his back, sending tremors of pain barrelling through his body.  The
wind is instantly knocked out of him, and he lies on the ground, gasping for
air.  After about five seconds, he is able to ignore some of the pain, and 
manages to roll onto his stomach.  However, Walters has had a chance to recover
as well, and he heads out of the ring to deliver some more damage.  Seeing
Watson lying helpless, the Dark Star opts for a little eye-for-an-eye, or more
precisely, nose-for-a-nose.  Just to further infuriate the fans, Walters 
proceeds towards his opponent agonizingly slowly.  When he finally reaches him,
he drops a knee on the back of Watson's head with brutal velocity, sending the 
Vision into a fit of writhing.

Confident that he has this match won, Walters hurls his foe back into the ring
underneath the ropes.  Seeking to land the fatal blow, Walters rushes to the 
ropes, coming off with a high knee drop.  He then goes for the pin, hooking 
both legs.

One!

Two!!



Somehow, Watson musters the strength to lift one shoulder enough to break the 
count.  Again trying to drop his opponent for good, Walters stands his enemy up
in the middle of the ring.  This time he rushes to the ropes while facing 
Watson, and tries to land his own clothesline.  He has little more success than 
his  opponent, as a surprisingly quick Stu Watson ducks underneath the intended
blow, and as Walters struggles to stop himself from falling out of the ring as 
Watson did, the nimble babyface connects with a perfectly placed cranium kick.
As if shot, Walters crumples to the mat, unmoving.

After a moment of recovering, Watson plans his next move, the one he intends to
finish the evening with.  He backs into the corner nearest his slowly recovering
opponent, his face twisted in a look of intense anger and hatred.  He holds up
his thumb, quickly jabs it near the side of his throat, and rapidly pulls it 
across the length of his neck, signifying oncoming doom for the Dark one.  As he
climbs up the cornerbuckles and sits on the top one, waiting for Walters to 
rise, the crowd's attention swings from the ring to the runway, where the 
hulking form of Jerry "The Stratofortress" Henderson is slowly lumbering toward
the squared circle.

However, Watson is oblivious to the crowd's cries of warning and confusion, as 
the target of all his frustration is slowly rising to his feet.  As Henderson
finally reaches the ringside area, his ally inside the ring finally reaches his 
feet, looking around dazed for his opponent.  The Vision slowly raises his arm,
thumb extended.  Henderson shouts warning to his comrade, but to no avail.  
Watson leaps onto his hapless foe, with his thumb driving into the heel's 
throat, in an excruciating Oriental Spike.  The already wounded Walters shrieks
in pain as Watson's thumb plunges deeper into the flesh of his neck.  Henderson,
seeing that his partner can stand little more of this punishment, leaps into
action.

As the referee stands next to the ropes, asking Walters if he'd like to end this
misery by submitting, he is relieved of his duties via a vicious blow from a 
chair to his skull, knocking him sharply to the ground.  The enraged Watson
fails to consider what could have caused the referee to suddenly slump to the
mat, as he continues to drive his thumb into his arch-foe's throat.  He is
finally brought out of his world of rage by a devastating headbutt from the 
huge Henderson, which momentarily blurs his vision and immediately causes him to
relinquish his vice-like grip on Walters.  As Walters slinks away from his 
attacker, Henderson prepares to easily overcome the much smalled and exhausted
Watson.  However, Watson has recovered from the painful blow to the head 
rapidly, and immediately drives an elbow into the Stratofortress' ample gut.

The blow surprises Henderson more than it hurts him, as he expected Watson to be
taken easily.  He reaches out a big meaty hand to grab Watson's head, but the 
tired yet alert Vision somersaults out of the way.  Watson now stands on the 
opposite side of the ring, with a grin now forming on his face.  A little game 
of cat and mouse seems to be unfolding, and having been robbed of his clean win
over Walters, making Henderson look like an idiot in front of this immense
crowd would make him feel much better, and the appointed cat seems quite ready
to go.  Henderson charges with a clothesline, and Watson dodges it with ease.
Again the big man launches himself, and this time the agile Brit takes the giant
down to the mat with a drop-toe hold, and quickly drives an elbow into the
big man's cranium.  When Henderson finally regains his footing, Watson is 
already up, crouched in the opposite corner with an insane smile on his face.
The furious Henderson charges again, and this time catches a roundhouse kick to
the side of the face, and this time he hits the mat hard, and rolls to the
outside.

While Walters and Henderson stand outside the ring trying to shake the cobwebs
from their heads, the referee is doing the same in the ring.  As the two heels
head off towards the locker room, both temporarily humbled, the referee puts
one and one together and relays his decision to the Grinch, who informs the
Kingdome crowd of the call.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE WINNER OF THE BOUT AS THE RESULT OF A 
DISQUALIFICATION, 'THE VISION' STU WATSON!!!'

As the heels evacuate the ring area, so seemingly does Watson's venomous anger,
and the psychotic grin on his face is replaced by a somewhat jovial one, as he
shakes hands with several ringside observers before he too retires to the 
locker room area.

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<editor grabs the mike back>

Well, there it is.  Stu Watson beats Dominic Walters by DQ.  Liam asked me if
his matches were getting too predictable as he sent this to me.  I didn't see
this one coming (I expected a Dark Star win), so I guess not.

And now, I submit this to the net, and watch my email with trepidation in the
near future for a Dominic Macika flame about Walters losing again.  ;-)

Hasta . . .
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