From: foleye@xanth.CS.ORST.EDU (Stilt Man)
Newsgroups: rec.sport.pro-wrestling
Subject: FWF: Annihilus vs. Kane
Summary: The Mighty Annihilus challenges Kane the Undertaker.
Date: 8 Nov 92 06:09:01 GMT
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Hello, again everyone.  We bring you the next installment of the Fictional
Wrestling Federation:  the Mighty Annihilus challenges Kane the Undertaker.

I will be disposing of Depaul Bearer for this one, and replacing him with
a new ringside attendant, so the parallel to the original is not so blatant.

Also still to come, the U.S. Title defense of the Invincible Titan Morgan
against one-half of the now-former World Tag Team Champions, Aaron "Lightning"
Murphy.

Comments for the match at hand:

Kane:

"Annihilus. . . you claim to understand the principles of destruction, but you
are but an infant toying with forces you do not understand.  Heed my warning,
and step back.  Save yourself the torture that I will visit upon you . . . or
suffer the consequence of insolence."

Annihilus:

"There is no torture, Kane the Undertaker, which I have not and cannot with-
stand!  There is no stepping back from the brink of oblivion, for always it is
reluctant to give up its visitors!  It is you, Kane, who are toying with forces
you do not understand.  It is clear that you have little regard for your
existence in this world.  I HAVE EVEN LESS!!!  For when you step into the ring
with the perfect and ULTIMATE INSTRUMENT OF DEVASTATION AND CHAOS, THERE CAN
BE NO TURNING BACK.  There is only . . . the nirvana . . . defeat."


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[BONG . . . .]

The bell tolling through the Kingdome in Seattle, Washington, draws a hush from
small children, and a grim cheer from the audience.  For there is a fascination
with this character that none can deny, even as they dread the prospect of
meeting him in a dark alley on the way home from the FWF event in which he
appears.


[BONG . . . .]

The toll repeats, and those fearful children who are hopeful that they only
imagined the first one are disappointed.  The sound crescendos slowly into the
macabre tone of Chopin's "Funeral March."  The Grinch begins his task with a
most uneasy tone of voice:

"THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL.  COMING DOWN THE AISLE, WITH
HIS ASSISTANT, QUASIMODO:  FROM DEATH VALLEY, CALIFORNIA, WEIGHING THREE
HUNDRED AND THIRTY ONE POUNDS:  KAAAAAAAAAANE THE UUUUUNDERTAAAKER!!!!"

The long black jacket with the gray tie cloak the upper body of the grim
individual who strides down the aisle slowly.  A gibbering, cavorting hunched
figure bounds along with him, politely ignored by his master.  He darts back
from the outstretched hands of the spectators in the aisle, trying to hide
behind his larger companion.  A body bag is slung over his shoulder.  Kane
raises his black eyes to the ring, dark thoughts running through them.  He
smooths his gray autopsy gloves over his hands, holding his hat on his head
with one as he steps through the ropes into the ring.  Quasimodo slithers into
the ring in his own way, waiting anxiously for his master's wish.

Kane holds his arms out, and Quasimodo removes his jacket, pulls of his tie.
Kane calmly removes his hat, placing it into the twitching hand of his servant.
He turns to look down the aisle, a malevolent intelligence awaiting the arrival
of his opponent.

The clash of doom punctuates Kane's entrance music, beginning the metallic
blasting of N.R.G.'s "Instruments of Destruction" over the Kingdome's PA
system.  Alfred Grinchley swallows in nervousness, not at all interested in
getting caught between these two horrid people.  He continues his task stoicly:

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

The Herculean man who walks through the curtains screams in fury, shaking a
first in midair as he strides down the aisle.  His face paint is a bizarre
mixture of puke green and silver, seeming like diamond-checkers with gold lines
intertwined in each segment.  A red splatter on his chest covers most of his
torso, and black tights and boots fill out his attire.

Annihilus glares at Kane inside the ring, drawing his thumb across his throat
in symbolic prophecy.  He climbs to the middle turnbuckle and points at him
menacingly, leaping over into the ring, unlimbering his arms like a mighty
war-cat.  He steps right up to Kane and shouts in the silent spectre's face,
looking him eye-to-eye.  Kane has about half an inch and twenty-six pounds on
him, though whether that advantage runs to strength is questionable.  Quasimodo
flees from the ring in terror as Annihilus turns to him.

However, the moment of distraction is all Kane needs.  He moves into action,
with a rising knee to the back.  The Grinch also flees from the ring, and the
opening bell is sounded.  Kane clasps a chokehold with one hand on Annihilus'
neck, but the gesture only seems to enrage the smaller man.  He responds in
kind, forcing Kane to the corner, wide-eyed wrath drawing wonder from the fans.
But the marks are happy with the outcome of the choke contest, and Kane clasps
at Annihilus' hand around his throat.  Annihilus releases, getting loose of
Kane's hold on his wrist easily, and deals a clubbing forearm that rocks Kane
back.  A reverse knife edge keeps him back, but slowly he turns to Annihilus,
a look of growing disdain on his face.

Annihilus backs out of the corner, and Kane follows him slowly, then with
increasing speed, reaching for him.  Annihilus deftly drops into a toehold which
topples the leviathan from his feet.  A half-Boston crab follows, and Kane is
forced to make his way to the bottom rope to release himself.  Annihilus gives
a clean break, keeping in a slight crouch as Kane gets back to his feet.

The moment Kane is upright, Annihilus launches at him, striking with a
lariat of such force that both men are sent flying over the ropes to the floor!
The crowd erupts, as Annihilus hauls Kane into a textbook suplex onto the
thinly-padded concrete!  Seeing Quasimodo nearby, Annihilus turns and deals out
a lariat to the hunchback as well!  Quasimodo shrieks in terror and pain, and
waddles halfway back to the dressing rooms before he realizes Annihilus does
not follow.  He cowers as he thinks of what Kane will do to him if he abandons
his master, and reluctantly he slithers back to ringside.

Annihilus sends Kane back into the ring, and climbs the ropes, coming off with
a double axe handle from the top, sending Kane back to the mat.  Kane sits up,
standing, only to be floored by a roundhouse lariat once more, his body heaved
up and spun ninety degrees to the mat.  Annihilus continues to the ropes,
dropping a knee across the head on the return.  Kane sits up, hesitating before
making his way back to his feet.  Annihilus runs at him once more, sending him
back to the canvas with another clothesline.  But Kane merely sits up once more,
getting back to his feet with no sign he has been injured.  Annihilus is now
hesitant, but remains on the attack.

He seizes Kane in a headlock, spinning around to a reverse, continuing into a
hammerlock, getting a second arm in the hammerlock, slowly turning Kane around
until he is stooped before him, facing downward.  He does not remain there long,
as the Annihilator hauls him up into a butterfly suplex, landing him on his
back six feet away.  Kane sits up, a bit more slowly, but with no less concern
on his emotionless face.

Kane stands, and Annihilus floors him yet again with a clothesline.  However,
it seems to do little good, but Annihilus refuses to let up.  He backs to the
ropes for another . . .



. . . and Quasimodo grabs a foot, tripping Annihilus up to be hammered with
a vicious knee lift from the larger man.  Kane slowly gestures in gratitude
to his servant outside the ring, and brings Annihilus back to his feet.  He
stands beside him, looping an arm overhead, hefting him up by waist and thigh,
and leaping into the air before taking the stands out, letting his foe drop
from eight feet off the canvas onto the back of his head and shoulder blades.
Annihilus rolls onto his belly insinctively, but the attack has definitely
slowed him down.

Kane tirelessly puts Annihilus back on his feet, sending him across the ring,
landing with a fallaway elbow on the rebound.  Kane covers the smaller man.
One!  Two . . .



Not a prayer.  Annihilus is kicked out and on one knee.  Kane grabs him in a
headlock, hurling him over the hip to the mat.  A few fans stand up in surprise.
Kane, using a WEAR-DOWN hold?  They try to think of any time that they've seen
that from his WWF prototype.  The trip down memory lane comes up blank.  Kane
moves to a reverse chinlock, wrenching at the neck of the Annihilator.  The
smaller man gets to his feet slowly, finally slipping under the arm and hefting
Kane up into a back suplex of his own.  Kane lands on the mat, and Annihilus
is swift in setting a spinning toe hold before Kane can get to his feet.

Nor is Annihilus interested in letting him get to his feet.  Power moves didn't
seem to faze him, so perhaps taking the wheels out will have some effect.  He
knows Kane can be beaten--he's seen the tapes of Titan Morgan's DQ victory.  But
it isn't clear whether Morgan would have gotten a pin on Kane even if John
Lawless hadn't made a save.  At any rate, the here and now returns to Annihilus'
attention, if it had ever left.  Annihilus is a smart wrestler, and those who
forget it, thinking that his insanity is complete, have a price to pay.

Kane tries to sit up, and finally gouges Annihilus in the eyes with a rubber-
gloved hand.  He stands, staggering a bit on the leg Annihilus had, and bounds
after his smaller foe.

Annihilus twists the right arm at the shoulder for his trouble, and sets the
armbar in closely.  A moment later, and Kane is hefted up into the air, hurled
overhead to land on the mat opposite Annihilus from where he started!  Kane's
eyes bulge, wondering how his arm stayed in his socket!  Annihilus cries out
in rage and jubilation, echoed by the marks and hardcores alike.  He swings
Kane around by the barred arm, hurling him backward into the turnbuckles when
he gets enough momentum.  A moment later, Annihilus' bicep is re-introduced to
Kane's jawline, and Kane slumps in the corner, helpless.

Annihilus hammers down on Kane's head with a forearm blow, and another and
another.  Kane slumps more and more, seeming more out of the world of men with
each strike.  Annihilus sends him across the ring to the opposite corner,
following after for another lariat.



But he is greeted with a rubber boot to the jaw, sending him to the canvas.
Kane slowly walks from the corner, gaining strength as he goes.  He brings
Annihilus into a side suplex, dropping him hard onto the mat.  The fans groan
in sympathy for the Annihilator, as Kane pulls his gloves over his forearms,
walking toward the corner.  He climbs the turnbuckles to the top, stepping out
onto the rope, waiting with inhuman patience as Annihilus gets back to his
feet.  The Undertaker launches out with the flying clothesline, sending the
smaller man back to the mat.

But Kane is not finished.  Once again, he climbs the ropes, waiting on the
middle of the top cable for Annihilus to rise.  He launches with another
flying clothesline . . .



. . . and is caught in midair, and Annihilus tucks his head under and curls
him over into a powerslam on the spot!  Kane remains unmoving this time, as
Annihilus throws his arms overhead and whips them to his side with a shriek
of anger.  Quasimodo cringes at ringside, not wanting to see what will happen
next.

Annihilus sets Kane on his feet, sending him across the ring.  He leaps over
the larger man on the first rebound, continuing with the momentum forward on
landing, bounding off the ropes, striking with the bicep firmly on the upper
lip of his opponent!  Kane is sent flying back through the ropes to the floor,
where he is left unmoving.

Quasimodo is at his side in an instant, darting back when he sees Annihilus
start to come out after him.  The official keeps Annihilus in the ring, warning
him to leave Kane for the count.  Quasimodo is panicking, trying to get Kane
up, not knowing what punishment failure will bring.  The count is at six when
Kane sits up, glaring at Annihilus in the ring.  Annihilus beckons with both
hands, for if his foe wants to get up, it only means he can hammer him some
more.

Kane returns to the ring, and Annihilus bounds off the opposite rope to strike.
However, Kane ducks and hefts him up into the air, nine feet into a military
press!!  Kane holds him there, his eyes flaring in anger that the fans had so
lightly thought him to be out, before his left arm bends and he turns Annihilus
over onto his back for the long trip down to the canvas.

Kane gestures with one hand to Quasimodo on the outside.  Annihilus abruptly
launches to his feet, standing with chest heaving in the middle of the ring.
His face shows no sign of pain.  The fans cheer, and Quasimodo trips backward
in fright.  Kane turns to see what has caused the commotion, and stops in his
tracks when he sees the painful truth looking him in the eye.

Kane raises a hand and lunges forward, but this time it is Annihilus who ducks
and hefts his foe into the air, arms bent in holding the huge man overhead.
With one breath to prepare, he holds the air in his lungs and extends his arms
to length with the larger man overhead.  Kane is given an unaccustomed view
of the arena crowd mocking him from nine and a half feet up in the air, as
Annihilus carries him in a full circle around the ring in this dreaded position,
before stopping in one corner, turning, and hurling Kane over halfway across
the ring toward the opposite corner.  Annihilus shakes his fists overhead with
a shrill war-whoop as Kane stares up at the ceiling, unmoving.

Kane does, however, sit up as always.  But now, he can only stumble backwards
into the corner.  He slumps, trying to get some bearings.  Annihilus runs at
him, grabbing the middle ropes as he flips over the turnbuckles, smothering
Kane's upper body with all his weight as he comes to his feet on the ring apron,
leaving Kane to stagger from the corner and fall onto his back in the ring.
Annihilus leaps over the top rope back into the ring, grabbing Kane's legs in
his hands and looking out expectantly to the fans.  Everyone in the place is
begging for what they know comes next.

Annihilus steps through Kane's legs with his left foot, crosses them, and curls
him over onto his front, one foot propped under Annihilus' left arm.  He sets
his hand on Kane's left knee and pulls down and back with all his might.  When
you are the Mighty Annihilus, that is saying a mouthful.

A few seconds, and Kane cries out loud in agony.  Annihilus is one of the
strongest men in the world, with a military press on record at slightly over
four hundred pounds.  When such a man puts such force on a Scorpion deathlock,
even Kane must scream.  He squints in torment, blackness creeping upon his
vision.  He wants to let blissful unconsciousness release him, be freed from
this torment.  He sets on his hands and tries to kick loose, as he witnessed
Doctor Death do recently.  However, Annihilus is head, shoulders, chest, and
belly button above "Suicidal" Paul Stuart in strength, and the Annihilator
goes absolutely nowhere.

Finally, the fans hear the unthinkable.  The referee asks Kane for a
submission.  He turns and calls for the bell.  The response from the fans
is deafening, and Annihilus releases Kane from the hold, his arms in the air
in joy.  The Grinch confirms what the fans cannot believe:

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE WINNER OF THIS BOUT, BY VIRTUE OF A SUBMISSION:
THE MIGHTY ANNIIIIIIIIIIIIIHILUS!!!"

Annihilus steps through the ropes, walking back to the dressing room.  Quasimodo
steps into the ring, cautiously edging closer to his fallen master.  Kane sits
up, turning in the direction of his victorious foe.  His eyes narrow.  This
will not be the end of Kane the Undertaker in the FWF.

However, it is a victory for Annihilus, and an unprecedented one.  If this does
not earn the Annihilator another shot at Doctor Death's World Championship,
nothing will.

And Annihilus knows it.
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I suspect no one expected quite that ending to the match.  However, the result
stands, and Annihilus continues his perfect record of submissions with legal
Scorpion deathlocks.

Until later . . .

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