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Subject: Re: 2.) Dwight Lights vs Hitman Alex Sat Dec 07, 2013 11:42 pm
The excitement continues in the Staples Center as XtremeMania 5 is off to a fantastic start, with the return of Greg Samuel leaving the fans with an elegant sufficiency of nostalgia from row to row. The chaos of the Falls Count Anywhere match had came in like a wrecking ball with debris in every direction, but the ring is hastily cleaned by a plethora of unnamed production ninjas and the fans can breathe a sigh of relief knowing that the crazy stipulations are over… right after the Dwight Lights/Hitman Alex Last Man Standing match coming up next… and the 2/3 Falls Japanese Deathmatch, the Texas Deathmatch and that Tower Of Doom thing among others… it was going to be an ‘Xtremely’ entertaining night in Los Angeles. Cue the commentary team.
Cedar: "Well ladies and gentlemen, don’t go anywhere because coming up in just a few moments is the Last Man Standing match, Dwight Lights and Hitman Alex and what a war we can expect from these two men, who seem to have absolutely exploded on each other!"
Dennis: "You make it sound so sexy Ted, hahaha! "
Cedar: "I’m glad you’re so easily aroused Adam, but let’s get back on track here, Dwight Lights – Hitman Alex, they’ve been at each others throats for weeks and here we are about to watch them tear each other apart, what’s your take on this?"
Dennis: "My take Ted? You don’t really want my take here, I mean these two guys half killed each other when we last saw them and made one hell of a mess to close the show on Monday night but I just can’t wrap my head around the why? Why being why is Hitman Alex wasting his time on this Dwight guy and not focusing on the world heavyweight championship"
Cedar: "Isn’t that part obvious, Adam? Dwight jumped Hitman Alex with a sledgehammer for crying out loud!"
Dennis: "Well yeaaah… for no reason?!!"
Cedar: "Haven’t you been paying attention? Dwight clearly stated his reasons, he still had bad blood from not winning the Rising Star Division title at Endure"
Dennis: "Oh come on Ted. that’s a horrible reason!"
Before we continue on Adam’s ‘take’ Laura Watts steps quickly up the steel steps all smiles, microphone in hand, making her way into the ring with a noticeable pop from her fan base… that and just horny guys in general.
Watts: “Ladies and Gentleman, the following contest is a LAST MAN STANDING MATCH! There will be NO count-outs, NO disqualifications, NO pinfalls and no submissions. The only way to win this match, is to incapacitate your opponent to the point where he is no longer able to answer the referees count of ten…”
"I'LL GET INSIDE YOU!!!"
The theme song of “Mr. COA” is met with a concoction of both boos and cheers alike and Hitman Alex takes his time, eventually stepping out from the back one long black boot after the other. While Alex appears calm at first glance, the cameras close in and there is no doubt in the fans mind that he is a particularly sadistic mood, his eyes levelling with the camera. The legs of Hitman begin to swing into motion as Alex steps onto the stage, prompting an elaborate display of black and purple pyrotechnics showering over him, the tiny sparks bouncing from Hitman’s flesh as he steps through the razzle-dazzle curtain with a face of stone.
Dennis: "There he is Ted, the former world champion. What a travesty it is to see Hitman Alex out here so early in the evening…"
Cedar: "Oh how the mighty have fallen, Adam but David Michaels is of course our champion and that’s that, but right now Hitman Alex should be less focused on the world title and more focused on what’s about to happen in just a few moments when Dwight Lights gets out here. From what I’ve heard in the back, the man is a wreck!!"
Back at the ramp Hitman Alex presses on, his fists clench tighter with every step he takes down what is left of the ramp, the pyrotechnics beginning to fizzle out in the foreground as the camera swings around him, capturing his climb up the steel steps, continuing to wipe his boots on the mat, Hitman cannot help himself but complete his typical routine, takes his eyes from his opponent to glare down on the fans to his left side, raising his fist in the air dramatically before entering the ring, stopping in the centre as the spotlight shines down on him even brighter than before, Alex removing his Tshirt with a smug smirk and stepping casually in the corner… it was Dwight Light’s move now.
METAL. The fans slowly rise from their seats as “God Damn Electric” by Pantera plays and the arena lights begin to dim, emphasising the a rather extravagant giant light-bulb prop which quickly illuminates above the ring. The footage on the titantron leaves no doubt as to who the entrance is attributed to, had the fans not picked up on the obvious already, and sure enough Dwight Lights is already beneath the blazing titantron, his back turned, raising a string of light-bulbs above his head in a crucifix pose, arms shaking intensely before Dwight finally spins on the axis of his left boot and drops the lights, which dramatically shatter on the stage behind him whilst the gigantic light-bulb prop above the ring ‘explodes’ in a shower of magnificent pyrotechnics in a loud….
BANG!!!
Adam Dennis "Okay… that’s awesome."
Ted Cedar "Dwight Lights coming out with a very XtremeMania entrance, and these fans are loving it."
Adam Dennis "Hell, Ted I’m lovin it, and I don’t even like this guy!" Jennifer Light - Introducing first, from Brighton, Australia… weighing in at 230 Pounds… he… is… DWIGHT LIGHTS!”
Dwight Lights can contain his emotions no longer and abandons the rest of his ring entrance, quickly ducking through the ropes and into the ring, charging at Hitman Alex in a rage! Alex shifts nervously, while his first impulse is to backpedal, he instead rushes forward with a wild punch, which merely deflects from Dwight’s defensive instinct and the southpaw quickly begins to clobber his foes. Ding Ding Ding! The bell rings and a consistent roar sweeps through the Staples Center, drowning out Lights entrance music as Dwight and Alex collide in a train-wreck of punches. The two young lions brawl tooth and nail but for every blow Hitman finds, Dwight throws back two more, feeding on the early advantage and in no time at all Dwight has full control, pushing Hitman Alex toward the corner behind him. His head flapping back with every punch, Hitman Alex crumbles behind the runaway offense, snatching Hitman and thrusting him at the ringropes with an Irish whip, clipping him in his return with a knee lift across the gut and Alex somersaults upon the mat dramatically.
Ted Cedar “Dwight Lights is on fire here, he wants nothing more than to rip Alex to pieces after last week.”
Adam Dennis “It was only a kick in the head, Ted. Dwight needs to man up a little, geez!”
Ted Cedar “In the space of three weeks, things have indeed spiralled out of control here.”
Spluttering heavily and clutching his stomach, Hitman Alex climbs to his feet, which quickly betray him and he staggers into the corner behind him in retreat from his relentless foe, trying to find some sanctuary in the ring ropes but the rulebook is a mere paperweight in this particular match type, Dwight tearing Alex right off the ropes to take Alex by the head and ram him face-first into the top turnbuckle pad! Hitman Alex gasps incoherently between shots as Dwight Lights drives his face into the cushioned steel a further three more times, Dwight snatching Alex by the wrist, who counters with the dosey-do and Dwight is thrown into the opposite corner with his own momentum, only to tear right back and ferociously clothesline Hitman Alex to the mat! The crowd begin to get behind Lights, Alex wearily finds his feet again, Dwight Lights charging with his arm cocked for clothesline number two bellowing into the evening air yet Hitman Alex sinks his knee into the Australians gut, stumbling unsteadily before delivering a quick, yet effective, European uppercut and the ball is back in the court of "Mr. COA"
Ted Cedar “Hitman Alex able to find a hole in Dwight Lights' offense but I don't think that's going to be enough to stop him for too long, Ted!”
Adam Dennis “No doubt, Ted! Dwight's on crack!”
Alex rushes at Dwight and clotheslines him right over the top rope or so he would believe, looking down to see Dwight still clutching the ropes, swinging himself back up over the rope ala skin the cat, take Alex in the Headscissors and toss him over the top rope! Hitman crashes to the mats in a heap, barely rising upon his feet as Dwight is already bouncing from the far ring ropes in a full blown sprint back at Alex… torpedoing through the ropes right into a clever dropkick! Time seems to stop as Dwight Lights neck virtually decompresses in a split-second, Dwight pushed violently backward in mid air and falls to the floor whilst Alex is on his feet within seconds. Smirking a smug smirk and leaning back against the announcers table, almost relaxing as he takes a breather, his eyes tracking the ref as Ryu inspects things before beginning the count of ten. It is no surprise that it takes a long five seconds for Dwight to find his feet, barely able to stand straight as he does so, Dwight Lights takes a breath, crumbling over the ring apron and being the good sport that he is, Hitman Alex comes clobbering down on his shoulders, utilising quick blows in succession and smartly targeting the neck, keeping Dwight as distracted as possible while he steals back control, grasping hold of Dwight and running him into the steel steps, which dramatically crash behind him.
Ted Cedar “Dwight Lights is in a very tough spot right now, his neck would have to be killing him..”
Adam Dennis “Im surprised the guy can still lift his head, he should just lay down and lose so he can get some serious medical attention… that and I just wanna hurry up and watch the divas up next!”
Dwight crawls on all fours, doing his best to shake off the stinger but to no noticeable difference, Hitman Alex picking him up and ramming him onto the announcer table, smacking his face across it. Every drowsy second Dwight suffers is another second towards full recovery in Alex’s favour, Alex playing it safe with a side headlock, conserving his energy whilst keeping things torturous and related to the neck, even pushing himself back with his boot against the table for leverage until Dwight finally breaks free with a quick swing of his elbow to the ribs. Alex’s body jolts along with the blow, but he is right back at Dwight with a side headlock yet again, Dwight Lights spinning around to ram Alex inro rhw edge of the table behind him, right on the small of his back! Alex of course releases the headlock in a state of surprise, frozen stiff in shock as Dwight Lights stumbles like a drunkard grasping things, tearing a monitor right out of the top of the table and clobbering Alex with it on the top of his head!
Ted Cedar “Hey now, what are we supposed to work with here if you keep destroying everything?!”
Adam Dennis “Yeah! Isn't this what the spanish table is for??”
Dwight grunts and snarls like a Wildman, forcing himself to search for his own composure as Alex spirals dizzily behind him, Dwight tearing out the other monitor and throwing it at him, but alex manages to deflect it with a swat of his arm, more of a flail than anything else but still and all he dodges a possible headshot, at the cost of a branded bicep, nursing it immediately only Dwight lights rips the entire top of the table off and smacks him with it, more of a distraction than actual damage, simply trying to tide the moment for what its worth with alex surprised and disorientated, and Dwight simply charges with a deep growl from deep within his chest to ram alex’s back into the edge of the apron now, finding the soft spot he needed to back up and blast alex across the back with a stiff roundhouse kick, alex crumbles on both knees and Dwight, still grunting incoherently, heaves himself upon the top of the apron to back up a generous distance, charge and blast Alex in the temple with a flying knee smash that would make Daniel bryan proud!
Adam Dennis “Holy shit, he just put his knee through Alex's face, I take it all back... Dwight owns!!”
The continuous assault and the sheer surprise is enough for a five count, but Alex is back on his feet, not for long however as Dwight Lights charges at him like a man possessed, clotheslining him right over the crowd barricade and across the conveniently cleared concrete! Momentum is on dwights side, his chest inflating and deflating rapidly, climbing over the barricade to continue the punishment only Alex has left the building, well the immediate vicinity for that matter, crawling through the crowd on his elbows, security parting the crowd ala Moses and the red sea in front of him
Ted Cedar “The barricade is designed to protect the crowd from the wrestlers but who is going to protect Alex from Dwight?”
Nobody it seems as Dwight Lights snatches a chair from the concrete and raises it high above Alex's back, and in the will to survive Alex pulls a security guy into the steel chair as trajectory, Dwight unintentionally belting him with it, staring in disbelief as Alex finds his feet, grabs Dwight and rams him through the crowd and against technical equipment container, coming around above Dwight and hammering down on him with timed punches, timed intentionally or not, landing blow after blow before picking Dwight up and draping his arm over his head for the suplex heaving Dwight up however Dwight rucks the leg inside Alex's to keep him anchored, heaving Alex across the top of the equipment container with a Front Facelock and the crowd life with excitement knowing whats coming next, knowledge shared with Alex however as he throws himself backward in a panic, snatching Dwight's from the other side of the box to smash him right on the neck, revisiting Dwight lights vertebrae related troubles, clambering upon another box nearby as Dwight lights rears his head… dropping an improvised version of the Legdrop Bulldog he calls Dynasty right on top of the container!
Ted Cedar “Dwight Lights is on fire here, he wants nothing more than to rip Alex to pieces after last week.”
Adam Dennis “It was only a kick in the head, Ted. Dwight needs to man up a little, geez!”
Ted Cedar “Dwight Lights is on fire here, he wants nothing more than to rip Alex to pieces after last week.”
Adam Dennis “It was only a kick in the head, Ted. Dwight needs to man up a little, geez!”
The crowd cringe as Dwight's body stiffens out in a reactive spasm, Dwight melting from the box to the concrete as Alex grins a sadistic grin and staggers backward into the wall behind him, swiping the swear from his face with the expression of a man enlightened and the referee begins the count. Dwight lights struggles on hand and knee, trying to reach some form of a vertical base as Alex watches on barking "STAY DOWN", five confirmed seconds passes, six… seven… Dwight trawling ton one knee as Alex confidence begins to fade into uncertainty, and as Dwight begins to climb to his feet at the count of eight, Alex shakes his head and refuses to gamble his chances, clobbering down on Dwight before throwing him over the barricade into the partial darkness beside the entrance ramp, clambering over behind him and prying Dwight to his feet, clobbering him with a forearm and the fight begins to gradually lead back toward the ring, not before a suplex across the steel flattens Dwight on the ramp, Alex lumbering after him and things look grim for the brightest man in wrestling
Ted Cedar “Dwight Lights is on fire here, he wants nothing more than to rip Alex to pieces after last week.”
Adam Dennis “It was only a kick in the head, Ted. Dwight needs to man up a little, geez!”
Ted Cedar “Dwight Lights is on fire here, he wants nothing more than to rip Alex to pieces after last week.”
Adam Dennis “It was only a kick in the head, Ted. Dwight needs to man up a little, geez!”
Alex seethes intensely as he travels to the malevolent sanctuary, dropping down to mount Dwight and feed him with punches, Dwight wearing every blow, and Alex picks him up and walks him to the foot of the ramp, turning to set him up for a suplex, Dwight able to hook his leg but Alex doesn’t take to it well, punching him with body shots and setting up another suplex, looking good with no sign of Dwight s leg, alex bending his knees to go for it however Dwight rolls him up with a small package?! Alex wriggles well past what could have been a fast count, on his knees with a confused frown. Darting to the ref asking "What the fuck?!" As the ref pounds the mat by pure instinct, and Dwight lights kicks him right in the face with a martial arts kick, producing an audible clap, a second vicious kick sways Alex and Dwight tears back his hair in a rage, taking Alex and blasting him across the thin rubber mats with a half hatch suplex!
Ted Cedar “Textbook snap right there, very technical, very impressive.”
Adam Dennis “That looked pretty sweet, yessirr!”
Both Dwight and Alex are on their backs, breathing deeply as the cheers of the crowd begin to fade out to the referees count, three seconds pass, Dwight sitting upright, massaging his neck as the five count passes him by, Alex finding his feet just before the count of six, Dwight sighs with disappointment, nodding to himself as he picks Alex up and walks him to the ring area.. somewhat slow understandable, assessing the surrounding around him before beating alex across the barricade along the way to the ringside, wanting the table yet Alex swings both arms to elbow Dwight off-gaurd, a second swing of the elbow breaking the attempt. Alex grasping hold of a bunch of microphone cables and whipping Dwight with them by the fistful!
Ted Cedar “Whatever you can grab is legal I suppose!”
The crowd rejoice as Alex has his comeuppance . Dwight belting him with the cables like a workhorse,. Taking the cables and lashing them across Alex's knees. Dropping them to flip Alex on his back, shimmying him with his legs to launch him into a CATAPULT! Alex bounces from the ring-post dramatically and Dwight lights pursues his stunned opponent for catapult number two only Alex wises up, thrusting Dwight backwards with the legs of a thoroughbred, Dwight falls back on the ring apron, bouncing back from it into a potential samoan drop… Dwight shimmies out and instincts kick in, grabbing Alex in a dragon sleeper clutch
Adam Dennis “Suffocate him... SUFFOCATE MY FORMER FAVOURITE!”
Alex steps up a notch turning sideways to snatch Dwight's wrist, Olympic slam time, Dwight spirals out of Alex's clutches, missing the opportunity to snatch Alex. Hitman looks for the gore… Dwight kicks him in the face as hard as he can with a bone-crunching audible crack, rushing at Alex however Alex bulldozes Dwight backward with something of a half-jogged spear, snatching Dwight at the wrist and dramatically revolving through the air, redeeming himself of his earlier failure with a spectacular Angle slam across the table, which collapses dramatically!
Adam Dennis “Mother of Christ!”
Alexes legs buckle beneath him and he falls back on his backside, a smirk of accomplishment cracking through his exhausted face, gazing back at the referee. Who is speechless, Alex assuring him COUNT IT as he trawls to his feet. Dwight, sprawled across the floor, debris all around him, refuses to give Alex the satisfaction, reaching his feet only barely shy of the nine count, only to topple back to the floor and Alex screams a non-pg obscenity into the air, swiping his mouth as he begins to contemplate what it is going to take to put Dwight down from the ten count, slowly removing his hand from his mouth with an epiphany, with Dwight on all fours in front of him…
Adam Dennis “Mother of Christ!”
dashing for the punt yet Dwight drop-toes him into the crowd barricade! Alex hanging on it in a daze, a string of saliva emphasizing his exhaustion, turning back into the hands of Dwight lights, the left fist to be precise, belting back in the contest with a string of crowd approved blows! The crowd get behind the sluggishly swinging brawler, willing him on and it seems to be working, as Dwight Lights regenerates composure with every punch, hammering away in survival, clobbering him into the barricade with confidence, eventually toppling Alex to the floor, taking Alex by the legs as the crowd roar, catapulting Alex into the ringpost!
Adam Dennis “Wait... deja vu?!”
A consistent cheer of hope is carried through the staples center as Dwight lights takes Alex and dumps him into the ring beneath the ropes, looking to end things whilst he is the driver seat, crawling firstly upon the apron then launching onto the top rope in a springboard but Dwight is already there to meet him, tearing Alex right off the top rope by both legs an d the crowd is a fever pitch as Dwight holds Alex’s legs and raises them high, initiating the sharpshooter and the crowd are ballistic with a thunderous roar throughout the arena, yet Alex kicks out with everything he has while Dwight’s deadly submission is in its early stages, Dwight rebounds from the ropes Alex already scrambling to his feet in a panic, stealing inside Dwight’s shoulder for the SNAKE BITE!
Adam Dennis “SNAKE BITE!! OH SHIT!”
Alex rolls to the ringside, astonished albeit standing, the referee declaring the count of one and Alex grins in relief, as confident as anyone that this is over… eight… nine… Dwight digs deep to find his feet. Alex in hysterics that his finisher couldn’t bag the victory… Alex trying to slip beyond Dwight’s scope of sight, stalking Dwight to jump for the RKO, Dwight ducks, answering Alex with a barbaric shove into the ropes, spinning for the Illuminati bur Alex slithers to the ringside upon contact with the ropes… immediately snatching a chair and holding it in front of him, Dwight already off the ropes in a ful;l/ blown sprint, looking to dive over the top rope... Alex holds the chair up as to block it, but Dwight fakes the suicide dive, slides outside the ring and CHAIRFUCKS ALEX WITH AN ILLUMINATI, the rolling elbow smashing the chair right between the eyes of Hitman, and as much as he tries, he cannot make the ten count
Adam Dennis “He just got knocked the ffff... out!!”
Subject: 2.) Dwight Lights vs Hitman Alex 
