From: foleye@prism.CS.ORST.EDU (Stilt Man)
Newsgroups: rec.sport.pro-wrestling
Subject: FWF:  Flawless vs. Titan
Summary: John "Flawless" Lawless defends the U.S. title against the
	Invincible Titan Morgan.
Date: 14 Oct 92 03:54:59 GMT
Organization: Oregon State University, Computer Science Dept.

And, once again, the Fictional Wrestling Federation is under way.  A disk
being full on the machine where my account is has severely messed up my
news and mail interactions, but the Stilt Man is still around here somewhere,
do not fear, and the FWF goes on despite the galactic conspiracy against it.
I'm not paranoid, everyone really IS out to get me.  :-) :-)

Today, the United States Heavyweight Champion and #1 contender for the World
Title, John "Flawless" Lawless, defends his title against the #2 contender
for the World Title, the Invincible Titan Morgan.  Due to the interference
of Lawless in a match between Morgan and Kane the Undertaker, the FWF
Championship Committee has decided that the title match will be a no-DQ match,
for the belt.  Kane the Undertaker has been barred from ringside and the
match will be between Morgan and Lawless.  There will be a winner, folks.

Comments from both sides:

Morgan:

"Finally, the prayers of Titan Morgan have been answered!  Ever since
Doctor Death swiped the World Heavyweight Championship from around my waist,
all the TitanManiacs have been politely ignored by the FWF Championship
Committee.  But now, dudes, that comes to an end!  The United States Champ,
John Lawless, finally has to answer for his ways, with the `Wrestler Be
Cool' stick smashing Doctor Death over the head on one end, and interfering
in my match with Kane the Undertaker on the other.  Now, there's no dis-
qualifications!  No easy way out!  Kane is gone, barred from ringside!  It's
just you and me, Lawless, to the finish, for the gold!  And just like the
little kid on the block who keeps egging everyone on to do his dirty work
for him, you'll get you're comeuppance when you've got the 25-inch pythons
on one side, and millions of TitanManiacs on the other!  And if you've got
any doubts, then watch this, brother!!!"


Lawless:

"Everybody immediately figures that John Lawless is out the moment they take
the disqualification rule out from under me.  Think again, Mr. Morgan!  No
DQ?  That suits `Flawless' Lawless just fine, because it means I don't have
to watch the ref when I'm knocking your head off with a steel chair or the
`Wrestler Be Cool' stick.  Go ahead and count your blessings now, you over-
rated moron, because once you step in that ring, there's no turning back.
After thirty minutes, and you're lying on the mat, finding those ring lights
ever so fascinating because you're too exhausted to think about anything
else, and I'm staring down with you underneath my foot, things will look
a lot differently to you!  There's no place for flaws in a match like this,
and everybody knows `Flawless' Lawless doesn't need to worry!"

Without further ado, the match:

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The Atlantic City Convention Center is quiet, until the sound of "Exodus"
bursts out over the PA system.  The marks immediately boo, while the hard-
cores shout in appreciation of the man coming down the aisle to the ring.
He has short-cropped brown hair, blue eyes sparkling with confidence, and
a pronounced strut that is visible even beneath the sparkling blue robes.
Alfred Grinchley begins his task for the evening . . .

"THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS FOR THE UNITED STATES HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!
IT IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL, AND THE DISQUALIFICATION RULE HAS BEEN WAIVED
FOR THE BOUT.  MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING AREA, AND HAILING FROM SEATTLE,
WASHINGTON.  HE WEIGHS TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTY-EIGHT POUNDS, AND HE IS THE
UNITED STATES HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION:  JOHN `FLAWLESS' LAAAAAAAAWLESS!!!"

A foot-and-a-half long wooden rod, an inch in diameter, is clutched
tightly in his hands.  He has no doubts about the outcome of this match,
and well he should not.  John Lawless is the United States Champion,
currently enjoying his second reign as such, and a former World Champion.
He is the only man who has held three FWF singles titles.  His credentials
are among the most enviable in the Fictional Wrestling Federation.

He steps up to the ring, motioning with the rod like a sceptre, and the
official answers, parting the ring ropes for his entry.  He smirks slyly
out at the hardcores section to one side, and leaps over the top rope into
the ring, contemptuously glancing at the referee in amusement as he flies
over.  He removes the robe, revealing the United States Championship belt
around his waist.  He has every intention of keeping it there, against the
#2 man in the FWF.

As if the thought conjures the action, the music shifts to "Final Countdown,"
and the crowd, marks and hardcores alike, erupts into cheers.  The man has
the personality and the push from the FWF to go over with the marks, and
his technical wrestling skills and workrate draw the hardcores' liking as
well.  The blonde hair and blue eyes, the beard and mustache, the smile
on his face, the gold-and-azure colors of his tights and sleeveless T-shirt
all relate the image of a superstar.

"AND HIS OPPONENT, FROM VENICE, CALIFORNIA, WEIGHING IN AT THREE HUNDRED
AND FIFTEEN POUNDS, THE INVINCIBLE TIIIITAN MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORGAN!!!"

Morgan waves a single finger in the air as he climbs the turnbuckles,
drawing a deafening cheer from everyone in the arena.  He points over at
Lawless, hurling the bandana from his head in the U.S. Champion's face.
As Lawless angrily picks the blue cloth off, Morgan hops over the corner
ropes and into the ring, tearing the shirt from his sculpted chest and
hurling it out to the crowd.  There is a mad dash in the direction the
shirt flew to get it, and finally a mother comes up with it, giving it
to her child at ringside.

Morgan crosses his finger over his heart and points at the sky while the
referee explains the rules to both men.  He then instructs Lawless to
remove the United States belt, which is then hoisted overhead for the
viewing of every fan in the Convention Center.  This is what it's all
about.  The stakes are upped even further by the announcement of the
FWF Championship Committee, that the U.S. Champion who leaves this bout
will get the next mandatory World Championship defense from the diabolical
Doctor Death.  Lawless has had two shots before.  Once, he won the title.
The other, he lost by DQ.  Morgan also has had two shots.  Once, he lost
by DQ to Doctor Death.  The other, he won the title from Annihilus.

A third shot hangs in the balance for both men, for both are former World
Champions hungry to regain that ultimate prestige.  The United States
Championship is merely means to the end for these men who have tasted
better champagne.  The bell is rung, the belt passed to an official, and
the match begins.

Morgan smiles as Lawless, dwarfed by the Titan's size, backs to the ropes
at his approach and ducks under the top one.  Morgan shakes his head in
amusement and backs off, waiting for Lawless to confront him.  Finally,
they join in a collar and elbow tie.  Immediately, Morgan hefts Lawless
four feet up into the air and hurls him into the corner!  The move is
simple, unscientific, and not pleasing to the hardcores, but it makes its
point well.  Lawless half-bounces from the corner with the impact, holding
onto one rope to avoid hurtling right back into Morgan's clutches out of
control of his movements.

Morgan motions in a beckoning gesture, and Lawless glares at him timidly.
He rubs at his nose as if to scratch an itch, but Morgan can see the mind
behind the eyes going full-tilt.  Neither man wants any mistakes, and it
visibly makes both perhaps overly cautious.

Lawless comes out of the corner and locks up with Morgan again, only to
have Morgan snare him arm-to-arm and toss him over the hip.  Lawless gets
up, enraged, running straight into a Japanese arm drag.  His reason gets
control again after this, realizing that he is falling right into Morgan's
game plan.  Morgan doesn't see it, as Lawless runs in again, this time
stopping short of the arm drag and jabbing Morgan in the eyes with two
fingers.  Morgan grabs his eyes, and Lawless grins as the official
remains conspicuously silent.  There is no disqualification, so the
move is legal here.  Lawless grabs Morgan by the hair, twisting around in
blatant dirty tactics, before holding him at arm's length with one hand
and leaping up into a drop kick, unwinding the full length of his legs
from two inches away.  Morgan shoots back from the powerful blow, and
Lawless clasps on a headlock before the Titan has any chance to regain
a bearing.

Morgan slowly gets his feet underneath himself, forcing himself and
Lawless off their feet to the mat.  A quick movement, and he slips out
of the headlock like a greased watermelon, catching Lawless' arm behind
him in a hammerlock in the same movement.  He hefts Lawless into the
air by the arm and slams him down to the mat, dropping one leg over the
shoulder the moment the smaller man hits canvas.  He wraps the left arm
around his right leg, twisting around at elbow, shoulder, and everything
else, eliciting a scream of pain from his opponent.  Lawless tries to get
a glimpse of his surroundings, and his legs scissors around the bottom
rope as soon as he finds out he's close enough.

Morgan refuses to let go!  Lawless' eyes widen as he remembers the no-DQ
rule, and it comes to him all at once that most of his easy ways out
aren't going to work.  This knowledge having registered, he turns onto
his belly toward the arm Morgan has, trying to lift Morgan's leg off his
shoulder.  Slowly, he gets loose, and the moment Morgan's grip is broken,
Lawless is in the corner rubbing the wounded limb.

Morgan is after him with a jab to the face.  He mercilessly pounds Lawless
with unmitigated closed fists, following up with a knife-edge chop to the
chest that sends Lawless flying backward over the turnbuckles to the floor.
The landing is not good, and Morgan climbs the top rope, waiting for a
chance.  An elbow smash to the head greets Lawless the moment he gets to
his feet, and Morgan immediately shoves the Grinch out of his chair at the
timekeeper's table, folding it up and turning back to Lawless.  Morgan is
not a rulebreaker, and the rules allow much in this contest!

Lawless is pounded on the floor with the chair with absolutely no concern
for his well-being!  Blood wells up in his hair after the first few strikes,
and his consciousness deserts him a moment.  Finally, Morgan brings the
bloodied U.S. Champion back into the ring, sending him back within.  There
may be no disqualification, but there are count-outs, and the title can't
change hands on those.  Morgan knows this, and moves back into the ring,
covering the unmoving U.S. Champ.  One!  Two . . .


Amazingly, Lawless jerks one shoulder up into the air, but Morgan isn't
worried in the slightest.  The chant is up quickly this time:

"DDT!  DDT!  DDT!  DDT!  DDT!  DDT!"

Morgan nods to the fans, and brings the smaller man into a front facelock.
He cups his hand to his ear, listening for the crowd's approval.


Dumb move.  Lawless is tougher than he looks, and pitches Morgan into an
overhead toss onto his back.  He staggers to the ropes, trying to clear
the blood from his eyes so he can see.  There is a massive gash on his
forehead, and most of his face is covered in crimson liquid.  A glimmer
of light comes through the haze, and pain conracts his features into a
grimace.  But he sees Morgan coming up to his feet, and immediately he
is moving.  A spinning neckbreaker puts Morgan back onto the mat, and
now it is the Titan who is no longer moving.  The neck injury inflicted
by Lawless and Kane in an earlier match is brought to the fore.

But Lawless' mind is too far gone to remember this part.  He's going
entirely on instinct at this point.  He puts Morgan slowly back onto his
feet, looping one arm overhead, picking him up by the thighs and dropping him
back down to the mat in a back suplex.  Morgan strokes his neck a moment after
impact, the blow bothering him further.  Lawless cocks a knee and drops it
over Morgan's forehead, stopping his challenger's movement a moment.  He
stands again, shaking his head, and the referee darts back to avoid the scarlet
sprinkle.  Lawless smiles when he realizes fully what's going on about this
point, and prepares to follow up on the attack.

Drawing Morgan back to his feet, Lawless snaps him over the shoulder, and the
Titan instinctively sits up, his legs stretched out before him.  Perfect
position for Lawless' taste, as he grabs the head of the larger man, flipping
over it and stretching the spine out in a most painful manner!  Morgan comes
to his knees, trying to prevent a second strike, only to fall into the trap
further as so many in the past have, as Lawless repeats the maneuver in reverse,
bending Morgan back double!  Morgan groans faintly, inaudible above the fans,
as Lawless stands, spreading his arms, calling out derisively:

"NOW THAT'S FLAWLESS!!"

The response is unhappy to say the least from the fans, and Lawless cares
little.  Let them try to get in the ring like this against their hero, and
get pummeled with a steel chair.  They'd look a lot worse than Lawless does
at this point, and that's saying a mouthful.  The United States Champion
brings Morgan back up to his feet, only to get a shot in the mouth for his
trouble!

The fans shout in hope for the face challenger, and Lawless strikes back
angrily.  Morgan's fist lashes out, shaking Lawless, rendering him wobbly.
A third strike has him staggering backward to keep his balance.  Morgan
follows him, only to get stabbed with a finger in the eye, and both men
fall to the mat.

Lawless rises to his hands and knees, knowing he doesn't have much left in
this match.  He has to put Morgan away soon, or it's all over.  He stands,
ignoring the pain, and gets Morgan back to his feet.  He sends him across the
ropes, seizing him in a waistlock and turning him around to land on his spine
hard, almost bouncing back to his feet in enthusiasm.  The fans are silenced
by the spine buster, knowing that the Perfect Plex cannot be far behind, and
no one escapes from the Perfect Plex when Lawless applies it.

Lawless surprises them, moving to the side of the ring.  What's he doing?
The question goes around from one fan to the next, and somewhere in the arena,
a spectator's eyes fall on the "Wrestler Be Cool" stick on the timekeeper's
table.  Lawless steps outside the ring, confirming their suspicions by taking
up the wooden instrument, rolling under the bottom rope into the ring with
it.  The referee cannot do anything about it; it's a no-disqualification match.
As Morgan comes dazedly to his feet, Lawless raises it to strike . . .



Morgan ducks under the blow astutely; he was only playing possum!  He scoops
Lawless up in the same movement and turns him up and over, tucking his head
under with one hand as the bone-crunching power slam puts him onto the mat!
The stick flies from Lawless' hand, clattering to the canvas near one turn-
buckle.  Morgan stands, his eyes falling on the dreaded weapon in the corner,
and he points at it, then at Lawless, looking out at the fans in suggestion.
The response is tumultuous, and Morgan brings up the stick.

He turns to Lawless, and the moment the U.S. Champion is on his feet, the
Titan breaks the stick over Lawless' head!  Lawless falls to the mat like
an axed tree, and Morgan contemptuously hurls the now-useless instrument
aside.  He looks out to the fans and claps his hands three times, running
to the ropes.  He hefts his right leg up, using all the power in his body
to hurl himself six feet up into the air, until three hundred and fifteen
pounds of Leg Drop of Doom lands directly on the near-unconscious United
States Champion's face.  The cover is not long in coming.

One!

Two . . .



. . . and three!!!

Morgan stands, jubilant, as he is handed the belt, listening joyously to the
Grinch's announcement:

"THE WINNER OF THIS BOUT, AND THE NEEEEEEEEW UNITED STATES HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION:
THE INVINCIBLE TIIIIIIIIIIITAN MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORGAAAAAAN!!!!!"

He holds the belt over his head, and the eruption of the spectators in cheer
is deafening.  He stands on each turnbuckle in turn, holding it up above for
all to see, as Lawless staggers out of the ring.

The posing ritual of victory begins . . .
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And there you have it.  A new United States Champion, the Invincible Titan
Morgan, the fourth man to hold the title.  And for John "Flawless" Lawless,
ever more desperate tactics must be undertaken to regain his lost glory.

That's it from the Stilt Man.  Later . . .
 
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|  foleye@xanth.cs.orst.edu	                            		   |
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