Posted by Northern Pro Wrestling on 10/19/2002, 6:23 pm LESTER: Leslie, this is going to be a colossal showdown! LESLIE: Indeed, Lester. If you're looking for a scientific match, you must be retarded; these two studs are going to beat the living Hell out of each other, to prove who deserves to rule the roost, in Big West Wrestling. LESTER: And who do YOU think should lead Big West against Northern Pro, Leslie? LESLIE: That's easy, Lester- Marty Sugar! LESTER: But he's not an option, Leslie. LESLIE: I'll tell him you said that. Bash gets a pale look to his ugly little face. LESTER: Uh-oh. LESLIE: Let's just call the match, shall we? Back in the ring, Brimstone is talking to Wolf, as the two continue to stand there. Looking up, the champion doesn't even act like he's hearing whatever it is Rob has to say; but it's a safe bet that the challenger isn't asking Eric to go for a beer, after the show. Finally, Wolf gives a nod, and turns- only to spin back and punch Brimstone in the face! LESTER: And the champion fires the first shot! LESLIE: Yes - but can he fire the last one? That's what really counts. Rob is dazed by the surprise blow, as the champion sends him into the ropes, hitting his rebounding foe with a clothesline - which does nothing. Undaunted, Wolf comes off the ropes with a second clothesline, hitting Brimstone, who is standing in mid-ring. Although extremely groggy, the challenger does not go down. This angers the champion, so Wolf comes off the ropes hard, hitting his deadly Tornado Clothesline - and Brimstone goes down like a sack of bricks! LESTER: The challenger is down! OH GOOD GRAVY! LESLIE: It's still early, Lester; save your stupid cliches for when they count, okay? LESTER: But they're all I've got! Back in the ring, Wolf rocks the fallen Brimstone with a pair of kneedrops, then hauls him up by his hair. Eric sets up for a suplex, but the challenger blocks it; a second attempt gets the same result. The champion responds by raining some fists up into Rob's face, but Brimstone fights back with a big knee to the midsection. Wolf releases his front facelock and staggers back - and Brimstone clotheslines the champion, up and over the top rope, to the concrete! As Wolf stands, the challenger steps over the top rope to the apron, coming off with a flying double-axhandle the crumples his foe on the cement floor. Hauling Wolf up by his hair, Rob whips him into the ringsteps, and the champion stumbles, crashing back-first into the unforgiving steel! LESLIE: Brimstone is really taking it to Wolf now; he's not going to blow the match that could very well cement his position as a true wrestling superstar. The quick-thinking challenger rolls back in the ring to break White's ten-count, then rolls back out to continue his punishment. But Wolf reverses a whip, sending Brimstone face-first into the ringpost! Hoisting the huge man up, Wolf drops Brimstone throat-first across the guardrail, before rolling the challenger back into the ring. Wolf himself hops up on the apron and goes to the top turnbuckle, measuring Brimstone as the challenger staggers to his feet. LESTER: Wolf is taking a big risk here? As Brimstone turns toward the champion, Wolf comes flying off the top turnbuckle, connecting with a big flying shoulderblock. Wolf makes the cover, but can only get two, as Brimstone presses out with authority. LESLIE: There's still too much fight in Brimstone. This one's going to take a while. LESTER: As long as I get to sit next to you, Leslie, I hope this match goes all night. LESLIE: I'm sure that's the first and only time you've used the term, "goes all night," Lester. LESTER: Like Brimstone's entrance music says, "You know it's sad but true." Back in the ring, Wolf is straddling the fallen Brimstone, raining big fists down on the challenger's skull. White interferes, admonishing the champion for using a closed fist, but Wolf shoves the official aside, hauling Brimstone up and whipping him into the corner. The champion heads to the opposite corner and points, as the fans cheer what's about to come next: the Wolf Express - but Eric's jumping splash is met with a huge boot to the face! LESTER: And the champion is down! Brimstone makes a quick cover, but barely gets a two-count. Shaking the cobwebs, the challenger hauls Wolf up, sending him into the ropes and connecting with a powerslam, followed by a big legdrop. Another quick cover only gets two, as Brimstone sets up for a power bomb - but Wolf counters with a backdrop! Both men are down, as the champion clutches his lower back in agony. Brimstone is up first, taking advantage of Wolf's pain and raining forearm shots to the champion's kidneys. LESLIE: Brimstone is an extremely intelligent wrestler. He's working Wolf's lower back, taking advantage of a simple mistake - backdropping such a huge man was not a wise move by the champion. LESTER: And that simple mistake, could mean the end of Wolf's amazing reign as Big West Champion! Indeed, Brimstone is now targeting Wolf's lower back, whipping the champion into the ropes and scoring with a huge Tilt-A-Whirl backbreaker. A cover gets two, as Brimstone slaps the mat three times, in frustration - but White is undaunted, flashing two fingers in the challenger's face. An Irish Whip sees Brimstone connect with a powerful clothesline, that turns the champion inside out. The challenger hoists Wolf up again, suprising everyone with a huge Gorilla Press. LESTER: He might try and turn this into that front-slam powerslam of his? LESLIE: No! Wolf wriggles free, landing on his feet behind Brimstone! The champion did, surprising Brimstone with a Russian legsweep! Surprisingly, Wolf backs off, measuring the challenger as he struggles to his feet - only to come off the ropes, connecting with a Roaring Elbow! Brimstone is down, and Wolf covers? ONE! TWO! THR - NO! LESTER: Brimstone barely kicks out, and Wolf is frustrated! LESLIE: That was the champion's best chance, so far, Lester... and he knows it. Wolf looks at White, who shows the champion he was "this close" to retaining the gold. Shaking his head, Wolf hauls Brimstone up, executing a side headlock. Brimstone sends Wolf into the ropes, but the champion holds on, drilling Rob with a bulldog. Hauling Brimstone up again, the champion tries for a full nelson slam - but the challenger connects with a mule kick, right between Wolf's legs! LESTER: Ouch! That's gotta hurt! LESLIE: How would you know, Lester? You have to have something down there, in order to feel any pain. LESTER: Ouch! That hurt even worse! The champion is down on the mat, grimacing, as Brimstone staggers to a corner, propping himself up by leaning against the top turnbuckle. Shaking off the fatigue, Brimstone turns back, raining big rights down on the kneeling champion's skull - until Wolf connects with a low-blow! LESTER: Holy Macaroni! The champion gets some revenge! LESLIE: I may work for Big West, Lester - but I hope Bob Masters beats the bejeezus out of you, for messing with his catchphrases. LESTER: I have absolutely NO idea what you're talking about - but can I use that? LESLIE: Use what? LESTER: Bejeezus - it sounds cool. LESLIE: You wouldn't know cool, if it reached up and bit you. Back to the action, where Wolf is punishing Brimstone with a reverse chinlock, trying to wear the big man down. The challenger slumps to the mat, but Wolf won't let go, lying down on the canvas with the big man, the chinlock cinched on tight. White checks to see if Wolf is actually choking Brimstone - he's not - then raises the challenger's right hand; it drops, so he signals to the timekeeper! ONE! White raises Brimstone's right hand again, and it drops a second time! TWO! White raises the challenger's hand a third time, as Wolf puts everything into his reverse chinlock!
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Wolf enters the ring, handing the title to referee Tom White. As White holds the prestigious Big West Wrestling championship up high for the world to see, the two combatants meet in mid-ring, toe-to-toe. Despite giving up four inches and seventy pounds, Wolf seems undaunted, looking up into Brimstone's intense stare, with one of equal magnitude. White calls for the bell, as both men continue to stand there, mid-ring.
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