From: foleye@prism.CS.ORST.EDU (Stilt Man)
Newsgroups: rec.sport.pro-wrestling
Subject: FWF:  Annihilus vs. Doc
Summary: The Mighty Annihilus takes on the diabolical Doctor Death.
Date: 8 Apr 92 03:41:44 GMT
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Organization: Oregon State University, Computer Science Dept.

From the Fictional Wrestling Federation's main office, we bring you the
following statement, recently released by the FWF Championship Committee:

"Due to the claims of both the Mighty Annihilus and Doctor Death that they
each deserve a World Heavyweight Championship match with the Invincible Titan
Morgan, it is our decision that the winner of the upcoming bout signed between
these two athletes will be named as the number-two contender for that same
title, to obtain a title shot after the mandatory defense Morgan must make
against the United States Heavyweight Championship.  As we have stated before,
the next two contenders for that second title are `Crimson' Joe Reed and
Adrian `the Mauler' Romulus.  After the match between Reed and the U.S. Champion,
`Greased Lightning' Damien Flayer, the champion coming out of that match will
be the number one contender for the World Title.  After the mandatory defense,
Adrian Romulus will then obtain a match with the U.S. Champion.  Furthermore,
due to the highly controversial nature of the Intercontinental Heavyweight
Championship change recently, when Sultan Sitan El Sagga won the title, there
will be a return match between the former titlist, Blue Steele, and Sultan El
Sagga.  It is not yet decided what the FWF's role at Dreamcard V will be, and
arrangements are being attempted to find an opponent for the FWF World Champion
at that time.  If one cannot be found, a special match will be arranged.  Thank
you."


On the heels of that announcement, we now have the responses from the two
contestants in tonight's match:


Doctor Death:

"I express my gratitude to the powers that be that the FWF Championship
Committee has finally returned from their leave of their senses.  Once I
have disposed of this maniacal pretender to greatness, you will stand alone
in the path of my fury, Titan Morgan!  We have been in a conflagration once
before, and you remember quite clearly that it was my hand--not yours--that
was raised in victory on that occasion.  Soon, I will have the opportunity
to regain that prestige, and become the World Heavyweight Champion for the
second time.  Until that time, Morgan, exult in your good fortune."


Annihilus:

"At the Calgary Coliseum, you and I, Doctor Death, will engage in a clash of
the titans.  The FWF perhaps has never seen combat such as we are capable of
at our full height.  The forces of destruction clash with those of evil in
Alberta, and the heavens will tremble with anxiety to see who emerges the
victor.  For soon, that victor may become a World Champion for the second time!
If you believe that you can hold the ULTIMATE instrument of destruction back
from that contest, then it is YOU, Doctor Death, who have taken leave of your
senses!  Take comfort in your cranial integrity while you have it, Doctor, for
your last days WALK to the ring tonight!!!"


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In the winter of 1988, the coliseum in Calgary, Alberta, Canada hosted the
Winter Olympics.  Many other events have also seen their home here.  But as
the beginning notes of "Toccata and Fugue in D Minor" echo throughout the
outdoor arena, the spectators that have gathered for this FWF event lose all
thoughts of past events.  A single, cloaked, ebon figure steps from behind the
curtains of the dressing room beneath the stands, and strides toward the ring.

Alfred Grinchley, the ring announcer for the night, begins his opening min-
istrations.

"THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS FOR A CHANCE TO FACE THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!
IT IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL.  INTRODUCING FIRST, FROM PARTS UNKNOWN.  HE
WEIGHS TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-SEVEN POUNDS:  THE DIABOLICAL DOCTOR DEATH!!!"

The man behind the metal hockey-like mask gazes out over those he sees as
nothing more than merely his subjects with red-flecked sable eyes.  Children
quail at the sight of those blood-spattered coals, and even grown men and
women are unpleasantly reminded of the evil of mankind when they gaze into its
twin outlets here tonight.  The man is darkness personified in the FWF, and he
is perhaps the most singularly malefic power in the Federation.  The miasma of
doom that he radiates is chokingly tangible in its intensity, and none dares to
gaze into his eyes long.  The power of this man's presence seems to devour light,
seems to suck the very vibrance and joy from his surroundings.  The hardcores
like to see him wrestle, but even they watch him from a notable distance.

The Grinch seems to freeze up in the ring with his microphone as Death steps
up the steel stairs to the ring apron, gazing imperiously at the official.  The
zebra immediately understands, and parts the ring ropes for this man, trying
not to shiver as he enters.  Doctor Death calmly pushes back the hood and
unbuckles the clasp of his cloak, removing the hockey mask for the one of leather
beneath.  He stretches his limbs and the ropes, testing them for their bounce and
springiness, not trusting that he will have the time to do so once his opponent
arrives.

As if the thought provokes the deed, the organ music is drowned out by the
doom-laden tone of "Instruments of Destruction," which is in turn drowned out
by the sound of tens of thousands of spectators in one unison cheer.  The Grinch
is forced to shout to announce over the mirthful throng . . .

"AND HIS OPPONENT, FROM THE BRONX, NEW YORK CITY.  HE WEIGHS THREE HUNDRED AND
FIVE POUNDS . . . THE MIGHTY ANNIIIIIIHILUS!!!"

The man runs to the ring in a berzerk frenzy, the warpaint on his face seeming
like a splatter of blood and soot centered around his eyes.  The red tights he
wears with black boots also seems to set the impression of blood and ash colors,
seeming almost more fitting with Death's eyes than with Annihilus.  But this man
cares little, for in his eyes can be read all the horrors that mankind is able
to inflict upon itself.  The witness seems to have driven the man quite mad.  He
seems quite capable of inflicting most of those horrors himself upon his enemies,
and it is a look that none cares to be the target of.

Annihilus slides through the ropes and makes it back to his feet without even
missing a beat, lunging at Doctor Death ere the mega-heel has a chance to react.
A forearm smash to the masked head rocks Death to the heels, and the Grinch
clears the ring in abject panic.  The bell sounds, and the match is officially
under way.  Death gives ground generously before Annihilus' onslaught, until he
finally is backed to the corner.  At that, he seizes Annihilus by the hair and
turns him into the corner.  A chop to the chest heaves Annihilus' feet up into
the air with sheer force of impact.  Death may be the smaller man in this affair,
but he is one of the stronger individuals in the Fictional Wrestling Federation,
and he chops Annihilus again lest he forget it.

But Annihilus grabs Death by the mask and reverses the fortunes of the match,
dealing two chops with a bit less expertise than the Doctor exhibited, but quite
punishing with utter power behind the blows nonetheless.  He whips Death to the
opposite corner, following up with a lariat at the turnbuckles only moments after
Doc himself strikes them.  Death staggers a moment along the ropes, then falls
to the mat.  But he does so in strategy, not in pain, for no sooner has he done
so than he rolls beneath them to the floor.

The official, finally getting some control of the match, does not allow Annihilus
to follow Death.  Thus, the Doctor has an unofficial time-out.  He shouts at his
foe still within the ring in calculation, inciting him to try exiting the ring
once more.  Again the referee keeps him within, but it gives Death more time to
think.  Finally, Death strides confidently over to the ring steps, and makes his
way back into the ring.

He manages to get Annihilus to join in a collar-and-elbow tie.  He snakes his arm
around the Annihilator's head, hurling him over the hip to the mat.  But Annihilus
is just as swift about wrapping a leg over Doc's head, breaking out and reversing
the predicament.  Death, in turn, swivels his body around until he is parallel with
Annihilus' legs, and flips over onto his back atop Annihilus' belly.  The official
counts the shoulders, but reaches two before Annihilus suddenly grabs Death in a
waistlock and lifts him out in a no-handed bridge!  Death cries out in surprise as
Annihilus turns himself back-to-back with the Doctor, looping the arms, sliding him
up the Annihilator's back until his shoulders reach the mat.  The ref now counts
the other way . . . One!  Two!

No way is Doc going to let himself get pinned, let alone this quickly.  He kicks
away from Annihilus, loosens his arms, but Annihilus manages to keep hold of one of
them.  He snares it in an arm bar, steping over it to multiply the pressure, bringing
Death to his knees.  Doc winces, his eyes darting about for solace, but finds none.
He is in the middle of the ring.  He tries to stand, getting his arm from beneath
Annihilus' legs but still in the barred position.  Finally, Annihilus solves his
problem for him:  bracing his other arm beneath the armbar, he lifts Death seven
feet into the air by the twisted arm, slamming him back down on his back!  Death's
eyes bulge in agony, and he slithers backward, trying to find a corner, screaming
superfluously loud in pain.  He had no choice but to go along with that move or else
he faced the loss of his left arm!  He clutches at it, wondering if he still, in fact,
does actually have it!  He twists it about, trying to loosen it, managing to pop it
halfway out of its socket in the process.  The official, trying not to part with his
previous meal at the sight, backs Annihilus away and asks Death if the arm is going
to bear a continuation of the match.

Death responds that he isn't sure.  Annihilus takes this to mean that Death wants to
continue, and nears for the kill.  Death's right forearm lashes out between his legs,
and he crumples to the mat in excruciation.  A mix of groans of sympathy and boos of
disapproval rise from the crowd, as Death effortlessly straightens out his left arm
and sets to work upon his enemy.

He brings Annihilus back to his feet, looping one of the man's arm over his head,
lifting him up from behind until his spine is perfectly horizontal, then lets him
crash to the mat unceremoniously, every square inch of his back striking simultaneously.
The wind leaves Annihilus' lungs in a great sigh involuntarily, and he is helpless
against Death's next move.  He backs to the ropes, and hurls himself into the air,
landing the knee against the Annihilator's forehead, gracefully turning into a side
somersault and making his way back to his feet in one fluid movement.  He stands, and
lets out with a gutteral shriek of rage that stands hairs on end in the crowd.

Death again takes Annihilus back up, and lifts him up in a waistlock once more.  He
skillfully bends the knee, crashing it down in a reverse atomic shin drop.  Annihilus
clutches at his right knee in pain, and most in the arena know what Death is setting
him up for.  Doc raises him again in a left-handed forward atomic shin drop shortly
afterward, confirming most expectations.

Death hesitates, his eyes seeming to smile behind the mask, and he grabs Annihilus
by the right ankle.  He drags the man over to the ropes, drapping the leg over the
bottom cable.  He jumps and sends all 287 pounds down upon the wounded limb.  He sits
there for a moment, then does it again, this time landing a knee drop on the leg.
A leg drop across it follows.  Finally, Annihilus manages to slide himself away from
the ropes, trying to make his way back to his feet, unable to do so.  Death's lungs
release a short, staccato one-noted laugh, as Annihilus again crumbles to the mat.

He sets his right ankle just below the right knee, and steps over to place his left
leg behind Annihilus' own ankle.  He leaps up and drops the shin breaker knee drop,
bending the Annihilator's leg back against any purpose that the architect of the
human body could have intended for the right knee.  Annihilus' eyes form perfect
circles, and he arches up on his left leg, not even wanting to let the right one
touch the canvas.  The fans hush in pity for the man reduced to this, wondering if
he can possibly come back from such torture.

Death doesn't intend to let him.  He grabs the ankle, swivels about it, bends the
knee the right way this time, takes Annihilus' left leg, puts the right ankle above
the left knee, hooks his own left foot under Annihilus' left thigh, and falls to the
mat, clenching the ankle in place with his right leg.  The figure four is joined,
and Annihilus' entire body contorts and shivers titanically in excruciation at his
injured leg being subjected to this.  The official, wincing in sympathy for the man,
asks if he wants to submit.  To his complete surprise, Annihilus stoically refuses.
"Let him break my leg if he wants!  I refuse to surrender!"  he shouts between
gritted teeth.

Annihilus sends his entire body's remaining strength into rotational momentum, trying
to at least get his own right foot on the mat.  Doc braces with his left foot, using
it as a lever to keep Annihilus on his back.  Annihilus tries again, and again, and
Death's eyes widen a bit when the Annihilator's right foot goes flat on the mat.  But
so do Annihilus' shoulders, with the agony and strain of it.  One.  Two . . .


Annihilus steadfastly brings the right shoulder up, trying to rotate his body on his
right foot, now on the mat, trying to keep Death from levering with his own left.
Doc's left heel leaves the canvas, and Death realizes immediately that he's losing
this one.  He releases the hold ere Annihilus can turn it completely over.  The man
makes his way to the ropes, slumping over the middle one, trying to figure out what
he can do against the Doctor.

Death lifts him up onto his feet, dealing a chop to the chest.  The force sends
Annihilus back 360 degrees over the top onto the floor.  Death turns his back, and
shouts in rapt fury at the fans wordlessly.  The fans respond with cheer.  Death
KNOWS this ain't right.  He turns back toward Annihilus, to find the man looking him
straight in the eyes!

Death shies back, his hands up, seeing every iota of pain in Annihilus' eyes having
been converted into wrath.  He has seen the history of this man.  He knows that the
look means "No chance--bail out!!"  He shouts for mercy, but Annihilus has none for
him.  He whips Death across the ropes, rebounding back off the ropes himself, and
decapitates the Doctor with a flying clothesline, bicep impacting right on the
jaw!

Death squirms his way back to a seated position, and Annihilus shrieks in frenzied
infuriation.  Doc groggily makes his way back to his feet, only to be seized in a
front facelock by Annihilus.  The brawny right arm of the Annihilator rises slowly
into the air, and he opens his hand and deals a chop down to the base of Doc's skull.
A second, and a third, a fourth and a fifth, and Annihilus turns Doc's face upwards,
dropping a neckbreaker from shoulder height.

Many of the fans are asking for a gorilla press, but Annihilus doesn't really want
to try doing that to his still-tender right knee.  Instead, he draws Death up into
the corner.  A forearm smash to the side of the head staggers him, leaving him limp
against the top rope.  A chop heaves him to a stance again, and Annihilus whips him
from pillar to post, following after in a dead run.  As Doc hits his back against
the corner HARD, Annihilus ducks, tucking his head down, grabbing the middle ropes
to either side of Death, and flipping up over the top of him, smothering him there
in the corner, landing on his feet on the ring apron!  Death walks, utterly oblivious
to his surroundings, and flops onto his back about six feet from the corner.

Annihilus waves his fist in the air with a snarling battle cry, as he steps through
the ropes back into the ring, grabbing both of Doc's legs.  He steps over Doc's
left leg from between with his own right, crossing Death's right leg over the left
and tucking the former under his arm, and steps over, twisting Doc onto his belly.
He puts all of his might backward, bending Doctor Death double into the Scorpion
Deathlock!

Death loses consciousness for a moment almost instantaneously, keeping his senses
from blacking completely out only by sheer willpower.  He glances around in this
utterly agonizing position, seeing that he wasn't very far from the ropes when he
got put into this.  He is only three feet away from the bottom rope!  He reaches
out and easily grabs it.

The official sees it and taps Annihilus on the shoulder, telling him he has to
release it.  But Annihilus doesn't seem to listen.  Death's arm goes more and more
limp against the rope, but his hand remains there.  The official begins a count . . .

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!



Five!

Annihilus has not budged.  The referee gives him a final warning, receiving only
a scream of rage for answer.  He has no choice.  He waves his arm at the timekeeper,
calling for the bell.  Only then does Annihilus release the hold.  But, in his
maniacal fury, he believes that Death has submitted!  The Grinch corrects him with
the announcement of the decision:

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE REFEREE HAS DISQUALIFIED ANNIHILUS FOR REFUSING
TO BREAK AN ILLEGAL HOLD.  THEREFORE, THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH, AS THE RESULT OF A
DISQUALIFICATION:  DOCTOR DEATH!!"

Annihilus whirls on the zebra, breathing hard in soundless fury at the unexpected
result.  The official backs away in panic, trying to shout half-coherently that
Death had reached the ropes and Annihilus had to break the hold, and he had to be
disqualified when he refused to do so.  Annihilus doesn't seem to be placated.  The
official hops through the ropes in fear, not wishing to be reduced to his component
atoms by this berzerker.  Death has drudgingly rolled out of the ring, and now has
a steel chair in his hand in case Annihilus decides to come for him next.  The
official reluctantly takes refuge behind him as he backs toward the dressing room,
both pairs of eyes warily on Annihilus, who is still walking around in a wide
circle in the ring.  The official raises Death's arm, then turns and jogs back to
the dressing room.  Death is a little ways behind him.
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So, as a result, the line for the contests for the titles . . .

World Champion--Titan Morgan

1.  Reed or Flayer
2.  Doctor Death


I-C Champion--Sultan Sitan El Sagga

1.  Blue Steele


U.S. Champion--Damien Flayer

1.  "Crimson" Joe Reed
2.  Adrian "the Mauler" Romulus


Still to come from the FWF:

The U.S. Championship betwen Reed and Flayer.

"Flash" Johnathon Flann vs. John "Flawless" Lawless.



Hasta.
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