From: foleye@xanth.CS.ORST.EDU (The Stilt Man)
Newsgroups: rec.sport.pro-wrestling
Subject: FWF:  Wildfire vs. Cruncher
Summary: The Latin Wildfire takes on the Skull Cruncher in a match by Liam Kelly.
Date: 17 Apr 92 17:40:16 GMT
Organization: Oregon State University

Today we bring you a match between the Latin Wildfire and the Skull Cruncher,
as written by Liam Kelly.

From S4666843@TETHYS.UCC.UMASS.EDU Thu Apr 16 23:47 PDT 1992
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Tonight's big FWF action comes from the Township Auditorium in Columbia, South
Carolina, as budding superstar the Latin Wildfire takes on the man riding his
longest FWF winning streak to date (of one match), Montreal's own Skull Cruncher
in what should prove an interesting battle.  As the ring announcer makes his
way down the aisle and between the ring ropes, we go down to the squared circle
for tonight's main event.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WELCOME TO THE TOWNSHIP AUDITORIUM FOR TONIGHT'S 
MEMORABLE FWF ACTION!  TONIGHT'S MAIN EVENT IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL, WITH A 
THIRTY MINUTE TIME LIMIT!  INTRODUCING FIRST, FROM BRANDON, FLORIDA, AT TWO 
HUNDRED AND THIRTY SEVEN POUNDS, LED TO THE RING BY `THE PROFESSOR', JOHN 
GOULDING, HERE IS THE LATIN WILDFIRE!!!"

The young Floridian star begins to trek towards the ring with a titanic grin on
his face, which is mirrored by his second, John Goulding.  As all loyal FWF fans
no doubt recall, Goulding was on the recieving end of a vicious assault by 
"Dark Star" Dominic Walters, seemingly spurned by a playful slap from Goulding.
Wearing a long metallic black sequined robe, the Wildfire, after looking to all
sides of the arena to acknowledge his fans, begins to sprint towards the ring, 
with Goulding jogging close behind.  The Wildfire leaps onto the apron and 
catapults himself over the top rope, with the Professor close behind, as the
announcer prepares to finish his duties.  Suddenly, an FWF ring boy slips into
the ring and hands a note to the announcer, who nods and continues as the ring
attendant exits.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THERE HAS BEEN A CHANGE IN THE MAIN EVENT TONIGHT.  DUE
TO CIRCUMSTANCES BEYOND OUR CONTROL, THE SKULL CRUNCHER WILL NOT BE ABLE TO
COMPETE THIS EVENING."

(Editor's note:  Okay.  So I lied.  ;-)

There is some milling about in the crowd at this announcement, as a few of the 
FWF hardcore fans had hoped to see whether or not the Cruncher is for real, or
whether he just got lucky against Dennis Silver.  In any event, the announcer
goes on.

"THEREFORE, HIS REPLACEMENT IS NOW PREPARED TO MAKE HIS WAY TOWARDS THE RING
AREA.  HAILING FROM JUNEAU, ALASKA, WEIGHING IN AT A HEFTY FOUR HUNDRED AND 
SIXTY FIVE POUNDS, HERE IS JERRY `THE STRATOFORTRESS' HENDERSON!!!"

Fans all over the arena, and the Wildfire himself, look partially confused and
partially dismayed at this latest announcement.  Although the bout will still 
doubtlessly be a good one, the Wildfire has in just seconds gone from the 
overwhelming favorite in this bout to the underdog.  Since his exit from the 
World title tournament in the second ever FWF bout, Henderson seemed to have
fallen off the face of the Earth, and until now, nobody even remembered his 
presence in the Fictional Wrestling Federation. Until now.

Nevertheless, the massive Henderson begins to stride towards the ring, looking 
out at the masses with utter disgust.  The big bearded Alaskan heads towards 
the ring with all the presence of a Mack truck.  He finally enters the ring, 
and stands facing both the Wildfire and Goulding.  Goulding offers a handshake,
but the 'Fortress simply grunts and spits in the Professor's direction.  A 
visibly annoyed Goulding exits the ring, and the ref signals for the opening 
bell.

The two circle each other, and the Wildfire leaps at Henderson, catching him in
a collar-and-elbow lockup, only to be shoved off.  The Latin star tries again,
but his efforts are met with the same result.  This time, Henderson is the one 
who lunges at his opponent, but the far more agile Wildfire ducks out of the way
and as Henderson turns around, catches him flush in the cheek with a high 
evelation dropkick.  The force of the blow knocks Henderson into the corner, and
the Wildfire follow him in, climbing onto the middle ring ropes and hammering 
on the Stratofortress' forehead.  After ten crowd-acknowledged punches, the
Wildfire, the smaller man by more than two hundred and twenty pounds, attempts
to monkey-flip the big man out of the corner, and a hefty shove knocks the
smaller man to the mat.

Henderson reads pain in the eyes of the Wildfire, and charges out of the corner
with an elbow drop that is evaded long before Henderson hits the mat. The big 
man's elbow temporarily jarred, the Wildfire takes advantage of the situation 
and stomps on Henderson's hurt elbow with his left boot while holding the larger
man's hand down with the right.  He finishes off the series with a brutal knee
drop to Henderson's hurting elbow that extracts a howl of pain from the big guy.

Not wanting to lose his momentum, the Wildfire picks his larger foe up and yanks
him down again with a painful Japenese side armdrag.  Just as the Wildfire locks
in an arm-bar, the 'Fortress surprises him with a knee to the head, knocking him
down as well.  The more dextrous Wildfire makes it to his feet first, and as the
big man stands with his arm outstretched, groping for some feeling, the Wildfire
strikes like lightning, leaping and landing a double-axehandle blow to the 
Stratofortress' extended limb.  The Wildfire bounds off the ropes to land another
blow to the hurting right arm of Henderson, and as he jumps at the big man, the
injured arm suddenly comes to life, as Henderson catches the Wildfire under his 
arm and drops him in a side slam, reminiscent of that of Big Bubba Rogers.

Finally having the advantage on his side, Henderson tosses the Wildfire against
the ropes, and on the rebound, attempts a back body drop.  Seeing this setup
way in advance, the Wildfire leaps over the crouched-over Stratofortress, and 
as the big man spins around, takes him down with another painful arm-drag type
maneuver.  Henderson lets out a gruff roar as the referee approaches him to ask
if he'd care to submit, and the ref takes this as a hint not to.  Suddenly, 
many heads in the crowd spin towards the entrance area, to witness one Dominic
Walters making his way towards the ring.

A second referee, anticipating the worst, engages the Dark Star before he is 
able  to reach the ring and explains that there is a match is in progress and 
he has no business being at ringside.  Walters cooly explains that he has no
affiliation with either of the combatants involved, and is simply scouting out
possible future opponents.  He grabs a steel chair, and the referee begins to 
go into conniptions.  The Dark Star then proceeds to plant the chair in the 
corner opposite the one Goulding inhabits, and sits down innocently.  By now,
the men in the ring have noticed this, and the Wildfire has relinquished his 
grip on Henderson.  He bolts out of the ring to where Walters sits, and points
at him threateningly.  Walters insists that he means no harm, and flashes him
a "would-I-lie-to-you?" grin that would do any used car salesman proud.  The
Wildfire, aggravated, returns to the ring..



..the hard way, as the big man pulls him back into the ring with a high 
vertical suplex.  The larger man heads towards the ropes with a head of steam,
and levels the young star with a powerdrive elbow drop (with his healthy arm)
that knocks the Wildfire's wind from him.  The big man, finally feeling in
control, picks up the Wildfire and grasps him around the midsection, pulling
him over in a devastating belly-to-belly suplex.  Instead of going for the 
pinfall, Henderson rises and runs to the ropes, and attempts a big splash to 
finish it.  He leaps and is met by the bare canvas, as the Wildfire escapes by 
inches.  

The Wildfire runs and scales the ropes, and pumps his arms to psyche up his
legions of fans, and they go wild with anticipation.  The Stratofortress is 
slow to rise , and when he finally does he is met by a flying dropkick to the 
jaw, knocking him to the mat with intense velocity.  The adrenaline-pumped 
Wildfire gyrates his arms, and the crowd pops like they rarely do.  He points to
the opposite corner, and waves his arms horizontally, indicating this will end
it.  As he begins to climb the turnbuckles, he notices Walters begining to 
stroll in Goulding's direction, and leaps from the turnbuckles to the ring apron
to the floor, between Walters and Goulding.  Again, the Wildfire points at the
Dark Star accusingly, and Walters returns the gesture with an incredulous
"who, me?!?" gaze.  Walters turns to walk away..



..just as Henderson pulls the Wildfire via the hair onto the apron, scoops him
up and powerslams him over the ropes, clubbing the ref with the Wildfire's
flailing legs on the way in.  The second ref, who addressed Walters earlier, 
runs to the ring to try to awaken the downed official, as Henderson begins his
climb to the top turnbuckle, hoping to land the Nuclear Air Strike.  Walters 
turns hs back on the entire situation, merely amused at the thought that the
Wildfire being overconcerned with *his* presence caused his downfall.  Goulding,
angered at the entire situation, steps outside of his usual rule-abiding persona
and stoops to Walters' level, as he hooks Henderson's leg, crotching him on 
the top turnbuckle.

However, the second official noticed this little offense, and storms over to 
where Goulding stands, ranting and raving about seconds interfering in the 
matches.  Meanwhile, back in the ring, the Wildfire has regained some semblance
of consciousness, and climbs onto the middle turnbuckle, draping Henderson's
arm over his neck, trying to pull the huge Alaskan over in a superplex.  
Walters, noticing this, grabs his observers chair and levels the Wildfire square
in the back with it, knocking him completely unconscious.  At the sound of the
chair hitting flesh, Goulding spun the ref around, only to see Walters fall to
the arena floor beneath the chair, and immediately grabbing his head as if it
were he that were struck.  

As the referee and Goulding head over to where Walters landed to inquire as to
his condition, the three all simultaneously glance at the ring, just as the
Stratofortress climbs the top rope, and the Nuclear Air Strike is launched.  
All four hundred and sixty-plus pounds of Jerry 'The Stratofortress' Henderson 
lands on the fallen Latin Wildfire with frightening velocity, and the second 
referee dives into the ring to count the Wildfire down.

One!

Two!



Three!!!

As the third count falls to the mat, Dominic Walters, sensing that at enraged 
'Professor' Goulding will attack any minute, takes the precaution of kneeing
the Professor below the belt and heading away from the ring area.  Henderson,
not wanting to remain in the ring for too much longer himself, climbs out of the
ring and heads off towards the dressing room as Goulding tends to the Wildfire
and the official checks on his fallen comrade.  As both heels make their way 
out of view, the announcement is made.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE WINNER OF THIS BOUT: JERRY 'THE STRATOFORTRESS'
HENDERSON!!!'

As Goulding and a ringside attendant assist the Latin Wildfire back to the 
locker room, it seems clear that two teams have been formed, and these four men
will undoubtedly meet again to decide the real winners.  For now, thought, the
victor is one Jerry 'The Stratofortress' Henderson.
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  Cheers,
    Liam Kelly (s4666843@tethys.ucc.umass.edu)
         


Not too shabby a return for the once-thought-to-be-gone Jerry Henderson.  Soon
to come from my own end of the FWF:

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

Blue Steele challenges Sultan Sitan El Sagga in a return bout for the I-C title.

Adrian "the Mauler" Romulus takes on "Crimson" Joe Reed for the latter's U.S.
title.

And, at DREAMCARD V . . .

EMWA World champion John Girder puts his title on the line against that of
FWF World champion Doctor Death, coming (for sure) next Wednesday, April 22.


Hasta.