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Notes about this match
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5'4", 155 lbs loserboy200@yahoo.ca |
5'8", 155 lbs brunotar@hotmail.com |
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Story by Wrock ( wrock@bluefrog.com ) | ||
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Loserboy turns on his computer to check his e-mail. This is a long established ritual, and the first thing he always does as soon as he gets home. As he scrolls down, his eyes lock on one message. Actually his eyes glaze over slightly, and he can feel himself being drawn irresistibly into the message itself. 
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Without conscious thought, or hesitation Loserboy automatically reaches for the phone and dials a number he has no memory of. The phone only rings once. His call was expected. - "Loserboy here. What’s up?" The voice on the other end of the line is unmistakably that of EvilDark: - "This weekend has an extra day in it because of the holiday. Come by Saturday, usual place, usual time. Write yourself a note so you don’t forget." With that EvilDark hangs up. Obediently and automatically, Loserboy does as he is told. When he finishes the note, he sticks it to the corner of his computer screen so he can’t miss it. |
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Suddenly Loserboy’s eyes focuses.. He thinks to himself: - "I must have nodded off, good thing I left myself a note. I couldn’t have been awake when I agreed to this, I made other plans for this weekend. Oh well, I guess I can change them, besides I’d rather wrestle anyway. This will be a great chance for a little payback. I’d really like to take him down a peg or two. He’s so blasted arrogant and sure of himself." In his mind's eye, Loserboy can already see EvilDark trapped in a killer Boston Crab, begging for mercy and screaming out submission after submission as Loserboy cranks his body backward, pulling EvilDark’s feet closer and closer to the back of his own head. Pure unadulterated sadistic punishment. - "Now that’s what I call a Kodak Moment!" No way he was ever going to pass up a chance like that. - "Oh Yeah, the very stuff that dreams are made of." Friday night comes at last. Loserboy packs his gear and turns in early. He is really looking forward to the weekend and plans on getting an early start. Had he any inkling of what the future held in store for him, perhaps Loserboy would not be so anxious. In the morning, he heads out with that glazed half conscious look in his eyes. He is like a moth fluttering toward a flame. When Loserboy finally shakes off his stupor, he is shocked to find himself at EvilDark's place. He is stunned. He has no clue how he got there. The last thing he could remember was leaving home. What the devil is going on? One moment he was home, the next he’s drinking coffee with EvilDark at his place. What happened in between? EvilDark handed Loserboy another cup of coffee. - "Come on Loserboy, snap out of it! Knock off your day dreaming. Up and at’em buddy. Time to get this show on the road. Let's get into our wrestling gear and head for the mats. Lucha Libre, no holds barred, no mercy, submission match like usual, right? We wrestle until noon, OK with you?” Loserboy silently nods yes. Both he and EvilDark are very much into the brutal sport of Mexican masked wrestling. He is too confused and too embarrassed to tell EvilDark about the missing time period he can’t account for. How could he just blank out like that. Something is very wrong, but he has no clue as to what. Oh well, he will have to sort things out later. Right now it’s time to wrestle. Had he glanced up just then, he would have caught EvilDark studying him with a sinister, knowing smirk on his face. Only too well does EvilDark know what Loserboy’s problem is; and why not, since he is the cause of it! They change and head for the mats. Loserboy wearing his Point Zero wrestling trunks, with blue Luchadores spandex wrestling mask, and wrestling bare foot. EvilDark wearing black square cuts, a black leather half mask and heavy black leather biker’s boots. He looks like the very personification of a Medieval Dungeon Master. All he needs to make the scene complete is a victim to torture. By the way, he’s looking at Loserboy, with that sadistic smile playing across his face; perhaps he found the missing prop to complete his scenario. |
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After cautiously circling a few times looking for an opening, EvilDark strikes out, aiming a low blow to Loserboy’s groin. His heavy boots slow him down just enough for Loserboy to intercept the move. Gripping the boot, he gives it a vicious twist as he yanks it upward, bringing EvilDark to the mat with a painful Single Leg Takedown.
BAM! EvilDark’s back slams into the mat. |  |
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