From: foleye@prism.CS.ORST.EDU (Stilt Man)
Newsgroups: rec.sport.pro-wrestling
Subject: FWF:  Reed vs. Dominic
Summary: "Crimson" Joe Reed engages in a lumberjack rematch with "Dark Star"
	Dominic Walters.
Date: 7 Apr 92 20:04:34 GMT
Distribution: na
Organization: Oregon State University, Computer Science Dept.

And now we have another in the line of matches from Liam Kelly for the Fictional
Wrestling Federation.  This one should be fairly interesting, as it is the first
multiple-lumberjack match.  Brian "Wacky Zak" Rhodes' match with the Terminator
was a similar endeavor, only we just had one lumberjack with a baseball bat.

Just wait.  Within the next twenty four hours, Dominic Macika is going to send
me his personal commentary about this match via email (sharing first names with
the heel in this match).

 

From S4666843@TETHYS.UCC.UMASS.EDU Sat Apr  4 14:54 PST 1992
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The fans file into the spacious Alamo Stadium in San Antonio, Texas as they
restlessly await the beginning of the Fictional Wrestling Federation's first
ever lumberjack match.  Many of the big names will be on hand tonight, but the
only participants are the two men between whom no love is lost: "Crimson" Joe
Reed and "Dark Star" Dominic Walters.  Reed is sceduled for the next shot at
"Greased Lightning" Damien Flayer's U.S. title, but a loss here tonight would
certainly put that shot in jeopardy.  The crowd cheers as the house lights dim
and the ring lights remain strong , as ring announcer Ernie Evans prepares the
announcement.

"GOOD EVENING LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, AND WELCOME TO THE ALAMO STADIUM HERE IN
DOWNTOWN SAN ANTONIO!  THE MAIN EVENT TONIGHT IS A REMATCH AND IS SCHEDULED FOR
a FORTY FIVE MINUTE TIME LIMIT, AND IS STIPULATED FOR LUMBERJACK RULES!!  NOW
INTRODUCING THE FIRST PARTICIPANT OF THE MATCH: FROM HULL, ENGLAND, AT TWO
HUNDRED AND SIXTY ONE POUNDS, HERE IS "DARK STAR", DOMINIC WALTERS!!!"

The locker room curtains are whipped apart, and Dominic Walters begins his
journey to the squared circle.  He walks slowly and deliberately, his leather
chaps and vest complemented by his cblack trunks and biker boots.  He mockingly
appeals to the crowd for some cheers, and is soundly rejected, as he is flooded
with booes.  He rears back and roars with laughter, enraging the fans all the
more.  He is showered with crumpled up wads of paper anbd numerous other 
objects  as he finally steps between the ropes.

As Walters walks around the ring methodically, he notices Evans about ro 
announce his opponent.  He snatches the microphone away from the revered
announcer, and begins his banter.  "Reed, if you'd rather not fight tonight,
I'd be more than happy to claim your shot against Flayer.  I'm sure he'd rather
not have to fight a real man, but better him than you, eh?"  The marks boo as 
Walters cackles evilly, soaking up the jeers being cast at him.  He non-
chalantly tosses the mike back to Evans, who continues his announcer's duties.

"AND WALTERS' OPPONENT TONIGHT, FROM LEXINGTON, KENTUCKY, WEIGHING IN AT TWO
HUNDRED AND SIXTY THREE POUNDS, HERE IS 'CRIMSON' JOE REEEEEEEEEEEEEEED!!!"

The masked man from down South hits the avenue to ringside and marches towards
the ring at a heightened pace.  His eyes never stray from his stare directed
towards Walters, and likewise Walters' eyes never wander far from Reed's.  The
big man quickly enters the ring, and immediately gets in Walters' face.  The
two exchange heated words as the referee tries his best to seperate the two.
As the combatents begin to retreat to neutral corners, the brash Brit lays a
 slap across Reed's face.  By now, the big man from Lexington is almost shaking
with rage, and Walters simply laughs as the two seperate into opposite corners.

"AND NOW, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, INTRODUCING THE LUMBERJACKS:"

Seven men begin to make their way to ringside, and the announcer calls each
by their name . . .

"THE UNITED STATES HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, `GREASED LIGHTNING' DAMIEN FLAYER!"
"ADRIAN `THE MAULER' ROMULUS!"
"THE MIGHTY ANNIHILUS!!"
"ONE HALF OF THE BLADE RUNNERS, `STING' STAN GOLDING!" 
"BLUUUE STEEEELE!" 
"ONE HALF OF STORM, JERRY `THUNDER' MCGAGHNEY!"
"AND THE DIABOLICAL DOCTOR DEATH!!"

The announcements having been made, the ref calls for the bell.  As Walters,
still chuckling to himself, turns to face his opponent, he is met head on by
an airborn screaming Joe Reed, who knocks both Walters and himself over the top
rope.

Immediately, the lumberjacks fall to work.  Adrian Romulus and Damien Flayer
wind up getting tangled with Reed, and it quickly becomes quite apparent that
none of these three men are friends.  Flayer, the U.S. Champion, Reed and Romulus,
the top two contenders for the title, all together here, wind up exchanging blows
in a three-way combat until finally Blue Steele reminds them of their duties
tonight, and together the three men send Reed back into the ring.  Walters is
not quite so gently dealt with, for it is the Mighty Annihilus who receives his
attention.  Annihilus seizes Walters by the hair and the tights and, after a glance
at Reed's dubious entrance, puts Walters in after him.

Upon re-entering the ring, Walters is grabbed again by the hair and flung to the 
opposite corner by the still furious "Crimson" one, who meets him with a 
running shoulderblock to the midsection, and Walters crumbles to the ground.  
Reed pulls him up yet again, and this time flings him to the ropes.  On the
rebound, Walters is scooped up for a powerslam, but instead of dropping to the
ground, Reed drops his opponent over his knee in a vicious backbreaker.  Seeing
as he is being completely dominated, Walters scoots into a corner and begs for
mercy.  

Obviously, Reed is prepared to give none, and meets Walters' request with a
boot to the gut.  As Reed prepares to pull the Dark Star to his feet, the lowly
British heel launces his first offense - a well-aimed hook shot below the belt.
"Crimson" Joe drops to the ground like a sack of potatoes, and Walters prepares
to take over offensively.  He runs to the ropes, and levels the prone Reed 
with a running fistdrop.  As the groggy Reed slowly makes his way to a vertical
 base, Walters clutches him by the mask, and running the entire length of the
ring, hurls his foe over the top rope, leaving him to the mercy of the 
lumberjacks.

Jerry McGaghney and Doctor Death fall to the task with sinister glee, as the
Stormer brings Reed up to his feet, setting him up for a roundhouse clothesline
by the good Doctor.  Flayer stands back and watches the mayhem being perpetrated
upon his potential enemy, as Doc follows it up with a hard chop to the chest.
Reed, caught in a double armbar by Thunder, tries to kick Death back, but it does
him little good.  Finally, Thunder hefts him overhead in a gorilla press, hurling
him bodily over the top rope back into the ring.

As Reed again attempts to regain his footing, he is nailed with a running knee
lift from Dominic Walters, flooring him.  Walters grabs Reed and tosses him to
the ropes, and as Reed comes back, Walters leapfrogs him.  Reed runs at the 
heel again, and as Walters attempts another leapfrog, he is caught and dropped
in a painful spinebuster.  Instead of attempting a pinfall, the Kentucky native
pulls Walters off the mat, and performs a standing dropkick, knocking his 
opponent through the ropes.

A blood-curdling scream reaches Walters' ears, and he looks up to find himself
at the feet of Annihilus once more.  Before he can react, a forearm descends into
his temple, flattening him utterly.  Annihilus draws him into a front facelock,
dealing an open hand's edge into the base of his skull.  A second time, and a third,
until finally Blue Steele again comes to the rescue, seeing no point in doing Reed's
work for him.  Sting, standing beside Steele, meets eyes with Annihilus, who
stretches Walters out into a double armbar hold.  Sting takes the opportunity
and deals a crescent kick to the jaw.  Steele's shout at least reaches ears that
are in use, and the war-painted duo at last tender their mercies and send Walters
back in to suffer Reed's wrath.

Upon re-entering the ring, Walters looks around groggily, and is puzzled by the
fact that he can't find his opponent.  He is about to inquire about this to the
ref, when a bone-jarring elbow drop answers his question.  Walters' marginally
conscious body falls to the mat with a loud THUD, and this time Reed is quick
to go for the cover.  The ref counts.. one, two.. no, Walters has the presence
of mind to place his left leg over the bottom rope, breaking up the count.  As
Walters slowly makes his way to a standing position, Reed charges at him, and 
at the very last second, Walters has the quickness of thought to avoid Reed,
and by doing so, back body dropping his opponent on top of several lumberjacks.

Damien Flayer, who was busy exchanging a few choice words with some unappreciative
kids at ringside, takes the brunt of the blow.  Flayer kicks out from beneath
Reed vehemently, shouting obscenities at the Kentucky native.  Reed answers, not
with words, but with a right to the jaw.  The pair fall to, crumbling to the mat
in a genuine, unmitigated brawl.  Flayer allows this for a little bit, then gouges
Reed in the eyes, correcting his size disadvantage.  He turns and plows Reed's head
into the security railing, scraping him back and forth on the upper edge.  Finally,
with a shriek of fury at the standing-by Romulus, he puts Reed under the bottom
rope and back into the action.

Walters, without realizing it, is consequently handed a big advantage.  Reed
has been lacerated by Flayer's actions, and Walters is not so slow to notice
that.  He pulls the "Crimson" one into the center of the ring, and placing his
head between his knees, the Brit lifts Reed up and brutally piledrives his to
the mat.  At this point, nobody is sure whether or not Reed is conscious,
including Walters, who goes for the pinfall.

One!

Two!


Reed barely manages to lift his left shoulder off the canvas, saving him from
a damaging loss.  Suddenly, Damien Flayer begins screaming at the referee,
claiming that he was intentionally slow-counting.  As both Reed and the referee
face Flayer to dispute his claims, an unseen Walters runs to the ropes and 
leaps at Reed, driving him facefirst into the mat in a reverse clawhold!  Again,
Walters attempts a pin.

One! 

Two!

Again, Reed barely escapes a pinning predicament.  Walters jumps up and drops
an elbow across Reed's chest, knocking him flat.  Much to the amazement of the
fans, Walters heads out of the ring and begins climbing the turnbuckles.  He
is just a bit too slow, however, as Reed grabs the top cable just as Walters
steps on it, tripping him up, and the heel helplessly falls to the arena floor,
landing flat on his back.

Flayer makes a remark to Sting about the match, and Sting grudgingly nods, the
wheels visibly turning in his mind.  The two help Walters to his feet and put
him back into the ring.  Reed shouts outrage at Flayer, accusing him of various
biases with his treatment of the two opponents.  Flayer yells defiance, and Reed
shakes his head, not feeling it's worth arguing about.

Reed now feels he is in control of the match, and heads over to where Walters 
is standing on the apron.  Before he can attempt a move, however, Walters
shoulder-butts his in the gut, doubling him over.  Instead of attempoting the
typical sunset flip, a style of move that certainly isn't Walters' forte, he
simply grabs Reed by the mask and, draping his throat over the top rope, drops
to the floor, clotheslining Reed on the top cable.  Reed is snapped back, and 
falls to the mat.  As he rises, Walters again grabs him, and this time sets him
up for a vertical suplex to the outside of the ring!

Even in his weakened condition, Reed sees what the heel is attempting, and 
begins kicking his legs as soon as Walters attempts to lift him.  Walters tries
a second time, and this time Reed wraps his right leg around his opponent's.
As Walters tries a third time, Reed does too, with far more success.  As he
begins to lift Walters, the fans realize he is in perfect position for a 
Kentucky BackSmasher!  Reed realizes this too, and signifies this knowledge 
to the crowd.  Unfortunately, Flayer realizes this too, and viciously yanks 
Reed's left leg out from under him, sending both grapplers toppling to the mat.

At last, the ref spots Flayer acting "above and beyond the call of duty" as a 
lumberjack, so to speak, and bruskly orders him back to the locker room.  
Flayer vehemently refuses, and a small squad of referees make their way to
ringside to "assist" the U.S. champion back to the locker room.  Seeing the
spectacle that Flayer is making, some of the other lumberjacks start trying to
convince him to hit the showers.  Seeing that Reed is getting the better of him
mentally, Flayer complies, annoyed (to make an understatement).

Seeing his newest enemy disappearing into the locker room, Reed is suddenly 
hit with a massive adrenaline rush.  He grabs Walters and flings him to the 
ropes, but Walters is able to reverse the hold, and again attempts a backdrop,
the move that was so successful for him earlier in the match.  However, he is
far too anxious to execute the move, as he sets himself for the move about five
seconds too early.  As Reed approaches his doubled-over foe, he spins around,
and lightning quick executes a painful Russian side legsweep, and using his
momentum, rolls right on top of the fallen Walters, hooking the leg.

One!

Two!


Three!!!

An elated Reed doesn't even remain in the ring long enough to hear his name
announced as the winner or the deafening cheers from the crowd, as he leaps
through the ropes and sprints down the center aisle, towards the locker room to
try and catch Flayer and give him the fight he seems to be so anxiously looking
for...

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, HERE IS YOUR WINNER, "CRIMSON" JOE REEEEEEEEEEEEED!!!!"

Walters, meanwhile, is still on his back inside the squared circle.  The force
of the legsweep driving his head into the mat has bloodied his nose, and he
slowly sits up, and tries to regain his composure.  The lumberjacks file down
the aisle towards the locker room, realizing that if Reed finds his man, they'll
be needed.  Almost unnoticed by all, Adrian Romulus runs after Reed, seeking to
assist the Kentucky man in his endeavor.

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  Cheers,
    Liam Kelly (s4666843@tethys.ucc.umass.edu)


(editor commentary back on again)

I actually had some fun editing this one, putting in the side bits about the
Mauler also disliking Flayer (let's not forget the U.S. Champion's use of a
steel chair to stop him in their last match).  So, ahead for the U.S. Championship
is a defense against Reed, then a mandatory title shot at the Invincible Titan
Morgan's World Heavyweight Championship, then a defense against Romulus.  Other
matches coming up . . .

The Mighty Annihilus vs. the diabolical Doctor Death

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


Later.
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