From: foleye@xanth.CS.ORST.EDU (Stilt Man)
Newsgroups: rec.sport.pro-wrestling
Subject: FWF:  Damien vs. Reed
Summary: "Greased Lightning" Damien Flayer defends the United States
	Heavyweight Championship against "Crimson" Joe Reed.
Date: 9 Apr 92 00:17:52 GMT
Distribution: na
Organization: Oregon State University

Rolling right along, I now bring you the United States Heavyweight Championship
match between "Greased Lightning" Damien Flayer and "Crimson" Joe Reed.

Scheduled many moons ago, and now finally possible now that the rematch
between Reed and Walters got done with, we have our bout . . .



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The tune of "Badd Company" breaks over the PA system of the Nassau Coliseum,
and Alfred Grinchley begins his introduction of the blue-eyed man in the
red mask who makes his way towards the ringside area.

"THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS FOR THE UNITED STATES HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!
IT IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL.  INTRODUCING FIRST, THE CHALLENGER.  HE WEIGHS
TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTY-THREE POUNDS, AND HAILING FROM LEXINGTON, KENTUCKY:
HERE IS `CRIMSON' JOE REEEEEEEEEED!!!"

The quiet man strides out from the dressing room, his azure eyes watching
all about.  He knows that there is still a long way to go before he can walk
out of here as the United States Heavyweight Champion, the number-one
contender for the World Heavyweight Championship held by Titan Morgan.  But
he has been through a great deal of skulduggery at the hands of Dominic
Walters, when the FWF finally did grant him a match.  He had nearly exhausted
his patience with the reams of waiting lists he was presented with when he
protested.  Now, at last, he has his chance.  He climbs through the ropes and
grabs the microphone away from the Grinch.

"I'm wise to your tactics, Flayer, and I know you can hear me.  I saw the
steel chair you used to keep your title from your last challenger.  This
time, you're going to have someone watching my back to make sure you stay
within the rules.  So, without further brouhaha, let me introduce to you my
assistant for this match, the next contender for this same title:  Adrian
`the Mauler' Romulus!"

The opening notes of a modified version of "Also Sprach Zarathustra" echo
throughout the coliseum as another man in a red and black mask makes his way
to ringside.  Beneath the mask can be seen another set of blue eyes, and
curly brown hair sticks a little but out from under it in back.  He is three
inches shorter than Reed and more stockily built, so there is little danger
of a substitution being made during the match.  This man has challenged
Damien Flayer for the U.S. Championship before--and his attempt was denied
with the aid of a steel chair across the forehead.  The two masked men shake
hands, and the Mauler steps out to ringside to watch the match.

A stroke of lightning now sounds over the loudspeakers, followed by the
song "Nothing's Gonna Stand in Our Way."  The Grinch continues his job, now
retrieving the mike from Reed.

"AND HIS OPPONENT, FROM CLEVELAND, OHIO.  HE WEIGHS TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN
POUNDS, AND HE IS THE UNITED STATES HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION:  `GREASED LIGHTNING'
DAMIEN FLAYER!!"

A thin man with platinum-blonde hair steps out from behind the curtains, his
dark gray eyes watching the men ahead with some concern.  He hadn't counted
on the Mauler showing up for this one.  But it takes nothing from his springy
step toward the ring, the arrogant confidence in his eyes, the perpetual smile
derisively marking his lips.  Or the U.S. Belt around his waist.

It is difficult to gauge which man has the greater animosity towards him:
Reed or Romulus.  Flayer is one of the longest-time veterans in the FWF,
having participated in its very first match published over North America.
He is now a two-time U.S. Champion.  He doesn't really intend that a third
time be necessary, for he has his eyes on the World Heavyweight Championship
now.  The FWF has been slow about granting him a shot at the title, and now
he aims to put Reed down, and vacate the U.S. Title, leaving Romulus with
an empty seat to fail to fill for the second time;  John Lawless did precisely
the same thing to him in vacating the title for the World Title long ago.

Flayer leaps over the top rope from the apron into the ring, and contemptuously
tosses the U.S. Championship belt to the official.  He catches it before it
hits the ground, and hefts it up for everyone to see.  This is the #3 honor
in the FWF.  It is the mark of the number-one contender for the World and
Intercontinental Championships.  Flayer intends to move to #1 very soon.  Reed
is the only thing keeping him from it.

The bell rings, and Flayer circles around the ring, smiling at Reed in scorn.
He locks up with his challenger, and immediately snaps his arm around Reed's
head.  Reed backs to the ropes, shoving Flayer away, only to be put to the
floor in a shoulder block.  Reed's brows rise beneath the mask.  Flayer has a
lot of knowledge as to how to use his weight, he quickly realizes.  Flayer goes
to the ropes again, and Reed turns over onto his belly to allow him to pass
over.  He makes a grand target when Flayer drops the elbow on him.  Reed winces,
rolling over into the corner, letting Flayer follow him there.

When Flayer reaches him, a knee to the midsection accompanies Reed's rise to his
feet.  Reed turns Flayer around into the corner, dealing a series of rights and
lefts to the chest and face, until finally Flayer decides that this is enough,
and drops to his knees, rolling out of the ring, ere Reed even is able to react
to the movement.  There is no taking anything away from Flayer's speed, either,
Reed notes, filing this away in his mind for later tactics.  Reed has been
quiet in this match thus far, thinking rather than fighting at this point.

Flayer stands at ringside, pointing up at Reed, shouting at his foe.  It is not
Reed but the Mauler who answers him, looking him right in the eyes at ringside.
The two get into a shouting match, until finally Reed realizes that, with the
official trying to break these two up, Flayer can have all the timeout he wants.
If the official does start counting, Flayer could well be counted out, and Reed
would lose the chance at the U.S. Title.  He goes over the ropes and takes the
fight back to Flayer.

A hammering fist stuns the smaller man, and a moment later he is sent back into
the ring. Reed says a quick aside to Romulus about distracting Flayer while he's
outside the ring, and then goes in after him.  He puts Flayer in a reverse chin-
lock, turning the head over sideways, trying to weaken his smaller foe and
take away some of his speed, hopefully.  Without quickness and agility, Flayer
is meat for the eating.

A quick glance outside indicates that the Mauler is no longer alone outside
the ring!  "Dark Star" Dominic Walters has come down the aisle, his mouth
radiating insult to the challenger.  Reed releases the champ and points the
newcomer out to the Mauler, fearing interference in the match.  He turns back
to Flayer, who has again vacated the ring while his back was turned.

Rolling his eyes at the ceiling, he patiently waits for the official to start
the count on the champion, confident that Flayer will not take this easy way
out of the risk of losing his title.  The fans are starting to boo loudly at
him, even the hardcores, for slowing down the match like this.  They didn't
pay to see Flayer sit outside the ring forever.  One of the people at ringside
says something to this effect in no uncertain terms, inciting him to a heated
rage.  He dives back into the ring and lunges at Reed, trying to get a cheap
advantage when the larger man doesn't expect it.
 
Reed does expect it, however, and he snatches Flayer up in a waistlock, piv-
oting around on one foot, slamming the smaller man quite unfriendly-like on
his back.  Flayer fails to move as Reed covers him.

One, two . . .


Flayer gets a shoulder up, showing a great deal of resilience after the spine
buster.  Reed goes to the ropes, and Walters is quite liberal about grabbing
his ankle while he's near.  He stumbles over Flayer, who grips him by both
legs in an awkward take-down, but he moves to an armbar before Reed can make
any sense of the whole matter.  The Mauler walks over to the Dark Star and
starts exchanging words, as Flayer climbs on Reed's back, taking his other
arm into a full nelson, bending him back in camel-clutch fashion.  The move
is a well-designed one for his weight, using all the leverage he can put out
of his small frame (for a wrestler), and hurts Reed a great deal (obviously).

Meanwhile, the situation outside the ring turns ugly very quickly.  Push goes
to shove and shove goes to biff.  The referee in the ring is forced to take
his attention off of the about-ready-to-submit Reed, as he motions to the
timekeeper to get some security out here to escort these two men back to the
dressing room.  Seven guards are required to seperate these two, and Walters
has to be put in handcuffs to keep him down.  His eyes send feral hate at
the Mauler, and Romulus is very unbashful about returning the favor.

Flayer releases Reed, seeing that the referee is distracted.  He leaves Reed
lying on his belly inside the ring, to watch Romulus and Walters being escorted
back to the dressing room.  He smiles, for now Reed is alone.  The official
still being distracted, Flayer tosses Reed outside the ring and picks up a
steel chair to set to work.

With a final glance to see that the official is, at this moment, telling
the timekeeper to summon the security guards.  While this is going on, he
smacks Reed over the head with the chair, and blood drips down over the
eyeholes of the match, gluing it to his forehead, and adding a brighter
liquid sheen to its red color.  He drops the chair and lifts one of Reed's
arms, whipping him into the security railing.  The fans stand to their feet
and shout at his dirty tactics, marks and hardcores alike.  Flayer turns
and answers in his usual, immodest way:  "YYEEAAAAHHHOOOOWWW!!"

He puts the bleeding larger man back into the ring, Irish whipping him into
the buckles.  He turns over in a cartwheel, backflips toward the corner,
putting all the rotational momentum up into an elbow, springing up and
impacting uncomfortably onto the sternum of "Crimson" Joe Reed.  Reed staggers
from the corner, and flops to the mat in uncontrollable spasms.  Flayer covers
him for an easy pin . . .


. . . . and notices that the ref is still occupied with Romulus and Walters.
Walters has just now been placed in handcuffs, and the official is outside the
ring, directing the security to take both men away.  The zebra at last comes
back in to find Flayer covering Walters, and starts his count.

One!  Two!


Reed gets a shoulder up, and Flayer stands, quite wroth with the referee for
sleeping on the job.  The official backs away in sudden worry, warning the
U.S. Champion that he may well be stripped of the title if he strikes him.
Flayer grumbles in disgust and turns back to Reed.

He lifts him up, and holds him at arm's length while he does a heel kick
to the back of Reed's head.  Reed crumbles to the mat.  Flayer again covers
him . . .


The referee doesn't even begin to count this time, for Reed's foot has made
its way to the ropes.  Flayer stands and shouts at him brazenly now, with
all manner of protests and professional insults.  Meanwhile, Reed staggers
up to his feet, and walks up behind the champion.

A fist in the jaw wakes him up to the fact that his opponent's spirit is
by no means broken.  A kick to thee head reminds his opponent that his body
is quite broken nonetheless.  Reed falls backward, landing diagonally to
the corner.  Flayer raises one finger in the air, pointing at the ceiling.
He mounts the turnbuckles from within quickly, pointing upward while he
spouts a "storm cloud" of black mist from his mouth into the air.  He
launches himself in a flying backflip through the air for the Lightning
Stroke . . .


 . . . and hits solid canvas with the knee.  Reed rolled toward the corner,
getting out of the way of the blow.  Flayer crumples to the mat, his knee
seeming to have twisted completely out of shape.  Reed slowly rises, taking
stock of the situation.  He agonizingly lifts Flayer into a gut-wrench,
crashing his abdominal muscles down over one knee.  He takes the ankle,
spins around and executes the figure four leglock; Flayer's hurt knee and
abdominal muscles leave him helpless against the hold!  He wilts to the
mat, his shoulders down!  He does manage to get one up as the referee starts
the pinfall count, however, and he looks about frantically, trying to see
if there is a way out of this.  No good.  He hurtled all the way to the
middle of the ring.  The pain is unbelievable in his leg, and he knows that
he can't take much more of this.

He tries to turn the hold over, but Reed has too much leverage for Flayer's
hurt knee to work this.  So he tries shifting his leg that is braced on
Reed's hip.  He shifts his left leg, which is the straight one in the hold,
until it is no longer to one side of Reed's family jewels, then starts
feebly kicking away with what little movement he can accomplish.  Reed
decides that he'll let this one go and apply the hold again later, and
lets Flayer go.

Flayer rises to his knees, and Reed swiftly stands, whipping Flayer to the
corner.  Flayer lands hard, unable to slow himself down.  Reed follows after,
leaping for a splash.



And catches Flayer's "storm cloud" right in the eyes!

Reed backs away, doubled over, clutching at his burning eyes with the black
mist in them, and Flayer quickly takes advantage of the situation.  He
snares Reed in a small package, rolling him over.  One!  Two!


In blind surge of unutterable fury, Reed uses his weight to turn the two-
man ball over, with Flayer on the bottom!  One!  Two!


And three!

Flayer kicks loose, and stands wobbily on his hurt leg, yelling at the
official, looking down at the ink-marked Reed still clutching at his
useless eyes.  But ref is adamant, and raises Reed's hand in victory.  The
"Crimson" One pulls it away, not knowing who it is.  The official points
both index fingers up in the air, signalling the winner of the match.

"THE VICTOR OF THIS BOUT . . . AND THE NEEEEEEWWW UNITED STATED HEAVYWEIGHT
CHAMPION:  `CRIMSON' JOOOOE REEEEEED!!!"

Flayer shakes his head in wrath, but can do nothing about it.  His second
U.S. Title reign is over.  But there is always a chance for a third, he
muses.
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And so, as it stands, "Crimson" Joe Reed will face the Invincible Titan
Morgan in a mandatory World Heavyweight Championship defense.  For the
World Title, the next challenger after that is Doctor Death.  For the
U.S. Title (if Reed does not, in fact, vacate it) the next one in line
is Adrian "the Mauler" Romulus.

That's all for now.  Hasta.


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