A Match Gone Wrong

A Match Gone Wrong

Here's a story that I found that I wrote back in high school for one of my creative writing classes. Hope you guys find this interesting. I also put in the end the terminology I use in this short story (which is put in the Author's Note). Anyways, hope you guys enjoy. This made me laugh once I found this. Here's "A Match Gone Wrong"...



A Match Gone Wrong

[Author's Note: There will be a list of terms behind the short, for you can understand the terms and moves of the terminology and world of professional wrestling. Addition to that, I, the author, know a lot of the sport of professional wrestling, and believe everything in this story would be true if it happened. Also, do not try any of this story at home.]

“Here I am,” I thought to myself when I walked into the Metrodome, which is located in Minnesota, my home state. Tonight, I face the very guy I beat at Everything Goes for the richest prize in our sport, the World Heavyweight Wrestling Championship, against my nemesis, Jordan McCents.

I found my locker room, which had a sign on the front, ‘Shaggy McMoney, World Heavyweight Champ,’ and I walked in. I see all the stuff I asked for, a recliner, a love seat, a couch, a small refrigerator, a portrait of me on the wall, and a couple of new wrestling attires I asked to get made.

After I put my bag down, I left my locker room to find my boss, Vince Bischoff, to see who will win the match, and of there is a way he wants us to finish our match.

“Come in,” Mr. Vince Bischoff said when I knocked on the door. “Oh, hey Champ, you finally got here?”

“I just got here about 15 minutes ago,” I said. “So, did you decide on who is going to win the match tonight?”

“What I've done, and the Board of Director’s, decided is to have you and Jordan figure that out due to we couldn’t pick who should win tonight.”

“So you want us to have a shoot?”

“If you two can’t also decide on which one of you should win, so, yes, I do want you guys to have a shoot. Is that okay with you?”

“Yes it is, Mr. Bischoff. Is Jordan here, yet, of which do you know?”

“Yes he is here, Shaggy, he told me to have you go see him after you talk with me. It is to the left, third locker room on the right.”

“Thanks,” and I left to go search for my opponent for tonight at Wrestle Series VIII.

“Hey Shaggy,” the number one contender for my belt, Jordan McCents, said after I knocked and walked in. “Did you talk to Vince yet?”

“I have,” I said, “and he wants a shoot if we can’t figure it out.”

“I tried to talk him out of it, Champ, because you and I both know our match won’t go well with us doing a shoot.”

“So, what should we do? Do you have any plans made up yet?”

“Well, I did make up some spots, champ, and I wrote them down, here they are,” then he grabbed the paper, “I would like it if we could do your finisher, somehow from off the top of the cage, us hanging or something.”

“Well, Jordan, for the King’s Hardcore Cage Match, which you know, this match of ours is the first match and this would be hard to pull off.”

“I know, Shaggy, would you like to do it and if so, how should we do this?”

“We just started our career’s here in the Global Wrestling Federation; my career started one year ago, this pay-per-view, and yours two year’s ago, this pay-per-view, not also saying how young we are.”

“Champ, it was only a suggestion, and if something happens bad to us, it’s not like we can’t use our degrees from college for something.”

“Jordan, I don’t want to waste my career, my life, and my friend to do something great. Plus, you know that the little kids always try the new stuff we do.”

Well, Jordan and I argued about it, and finally agreed to do it. The King’s Hardcore Cage Match, the new structure that was just made, which no one ever saw it before. The ring has a 15-foot high steel cage, the mesh cage, rapped around with barbed wire. But that isn’t all, the ring is surrounded with the wooded tables, with 10-foot steel ladders under them for we can use to climb up, in the ring, in the center of the barbed wire steel cage, to get and take down the Heavyweight Championship of the World down. All of this is surrounded and is happening in a structure called ‘the Hell In a Cell,’ which will surround the barbed wire cage, the tables and ladders outside the ring, and will hold the title up, which from the ring it is ten more feet taller then the Steel Cage, so 25 feet from the ring.

“So, then Shaggy,” Jordan asked me, right before I leave to get for our match, “are we still going to do it?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” I said, walking out and shutting the door, for him and I can get ready for our big match.

After I got ready, it was time for my interview with Eric Sylvester, another guy who I grew up with.

“I am here with the World Heavyweight Champion, Shaggy McMoney,” Eric said, beginning our interview, “Shaggy, are you nervous, due to this being the big match, which is up next?”

“You know something, Eric ‘the Bike Man’ Sylvester,” I replied, “I am nervous, due to this being the biggest match in my young life and career.”

“Do you want to say anything to everyone in your family?”

“Yeah, I do, Eric, I would like to tell my family to have the younger kids look away if there is a lot of blood or if it gets really nasty, whatever comes first.”

“Shaggy, I got one last question before you have to go, what can we expect the Worlds Champ, you, to do to your opponent, the number one contender, Jordan McCents?”

“What you, Eric Sylvester, and the rest of the world can expect from me is to open the biggest can of whoop-a** on Jordan McCents that you'll all be surprised that ‘the Ol’ Mighty Shagg’ can do!”

Then the video of where and how Shaggy, me, and Jordan got where we are now, leading up to our legendary proportions.

I walked up to the Gorilla Position, where I seen Jordan looking through the curtain, to see the structure we are going to wrestle in. He then turned around, looking at me, and I can tell that he was also nervous and scared out of his wits.

Then the ring announcer, Jim Thunder, announced that it’s time for the main-event.

“It’s time for the main-event, here, at Global Wrestling Federation's Wrestle Series VIII,” Jim Thunder announced to the crowd and everyone who is watching via televise screen. “This match, the King’s hardcore Cage Match, is a one-fall match, by one of the two wrestlers has to escape out of this barbed wire steel cage, by out the door or over the top. When they do, they need to bring a ladder into the ring and climb up to capture the World Heavyweight Title! This all happens when the tables surround the ring inside a giant mesh cage with a roof on the top.”

Jordan McCents’ theme hits and he goes out of the Gorilla Position, I see him walk up to the giant cage and shake it, to test it to see if it will hold what everyone is going to see in a couple of short moments. He walks in the door, through the open area to get to the ring, where there are no tables, try to shake the smaller cage, forgetting it has a barbed wire, he shakes it without success. He takes his hands off, looks at them, with the blood already coming down, he enters the ring, and just that he laid me out last week with a Steel Folding Chair rapped with barbed wire.

My music hits and the crowd go nuts and no one could hear my music or hear Jim Thunder introduce me to the ring.

I never took my eyes off of Jordan, to sell to everyone that I am still mad at him for putting stitches, 15 of them, in my forehead, above my right eyebrow.

I enter the ring without hesitation, and gave the World belt to the ref, to suspend the title for Jordan and I can try to climb and get it.

The bell rang, everyone in the crowd were on their feet to see how this l legendary build-up match will start. Not the staff in the back knows how the match will start, the referee doesn’t know how the match is going to start, and even the two wrestlers do not know how the match is going to start.

“I can’t wait until those two gladiators hook it up and start this match up,” said Roger Anderson, a former professional wrestler, himself, was injured by the hands of Jordan McCents, who beat him to capture the Heavyweight Title.

“Roger, do you remember Shaggy McMoney, our Worlds Champ, said, ‘I am going to bleed, sweet, and pay the price to keep this title in my camp!’?” said Chris Erickson, a legend on the mic of color-commentating and broadcast journaling.

“Yeah, I do remember that, Chris,” ‘R.A.’ said, “I remember that because I was interviewing him when he said that.”

Then Jordan and I did a Collar-and-Bone Tie-up, which is just setting our right arms on each others left shoulders and our left arms touching the opponents’ upper right arms, and we asked how we should start. The only thing we did is what I thought of, and that was to do an Arm Drag.

I quickly stood up, hearing the roar of approval of the crowd. I looked at Jordan, and he has a shocked look on his face, like he didn't expect that I'll be pulling that out of the playbook. Jordan is one of the best wrestlers, who I faced and know, can sell just about everything, perfectly.

“Looks like McCents didn’t expect McMoney to go back to basics with ’em,” ‘R.A.’ Roger Anderson said after seeing Jordan’s shocked face.

Jordan then got up, walked towards me and I pulled off the Belly-to-Belly Suplex, which his body flew over the top rope and made contact with the solid barbed wire steel cage.

“Oh my gosh, Roger, looks like the champ wants to start this match quick without hesitation!” Chris Erickson said with excitement.

Jordan rolled back into the ring, holding his back, “Look at it,” Roger said with excitement, “McCents’ back is cut wide open!”

“How can a champ bust someone wide open right away in the match?” Erickson asked.

“Easily, my friend, with a Belly-to-Belly Overhead Suplex into the cage!”

I looked at his back, it was pretty bad, and I can tell that Jordan was in a lot of pain. So, I bought some time by going to the opposing corner and it on the top turnbuckle.

After about 45 seconds, Jordan get up, sprinting towards me, when I was talking with the crowd and leaped up to the top turnbuckle and hit me with the hurricanrana.

“Retribution is always so sweet,” Roger said due to the hurricanrana onto me off of the top turnbuckle.

Jordan than gave me the Blatant Choke, which really isn’t blatant due to there is no rules, he started to plan out the match with me, due to his long hair blocking his and mine face to the crowd.

“I love how the crowd is reacting to our match,” Jordan said to me.

“It’s great to hear the pop’s from them,” I said, “and what should we do now?”

“He is not letting off, ‘R.A.’, he is not letting off!” screamed Erickson.

“I’ll get up,” Jordan said, “taunt the crowd and you come and put me in the
sleeper.”

I blinked once, which means okay in the world of wrestling terminology, or at least in most of the world’s terminology.

So, Jordan got up, taught the crowd, and I caught my breath, and put him into the sleeper hold, like our plan.

When I did, of course, the crowd popped due to me being the home state hero and being a baby face, or a fan favorite, depending on who you talk to likes to indicate a good guy.

Jordan was fading fast from the oxygen being cut to his brain, so out of desperation, he did the famous counter of the sleeper, the back leg low blow, which brought me to the mat. If any man would be hit that hard, they would go down, too.

“Looks like McMoney is in pain, Erickson,” Roger said.

“Like normal, Jordan McCents has to resort to cheating his way out of holds and into the championship title scene,” Erickson said.

Jordan then went to the door, which was the only smart way to get out, to get a ladder and bring it into the ring.

Of course, the typical McCents fashion to buy more time, Jordan was taunting the crowd while getting the ladder. Jordan had to send in two tables to get a ladder. When he did get all of the hardware into the ring, I ran and hit him with a baseball slide to the chest, out the door of the cage, which launched him into the outside cage mesh.

I then got out of the cage, set up a ladder on the outside, and grabbed Jordan and started to climb.

Jordan hit me in the gut a couple of times to get away, and started to climb then inner cage. I caught him up there, and I set him up for the McMoney Cutter. I jumped off, with his head in my armpit, pretty much, and we smashed through some tables, Jordan’s face and head first, and me landing on my back.

The crowd was chanting ‘Holy S***!,’ which means a lot to us, wrestlers, in this business.

That knocked the wind out of me, and I can tell that Jordan is having troubles breathing. I started to panic because I didn’t mean for him to breather difficult to the move, us wrestlers always try to protect each other.

“Shaggy will pull out all the stops, Erickson, to remain the Heavyweight Champ of the World,” Roger said. “I know Shaggy would live up to his word by he will bleed, sweat, and pay the price for being and remaining as the World Heavyweight Champ!”

“I am surprised, Roger,” Chris Erickson said, “that these two men are still alive. This match is living up to the hype; it’s a pure out brawl!”

I crawled towards the steps, which was very difficult for me, due to broken tables, set-up tables, and ladders were in my way.

I was able to get to the stairs, after about a minute, with the crowd being dead silence, to see and hear what I and Jordan’s moves will be next.

“Shaggy will do anything to win,” Erickson said. “Just look at him, he did the McMoney Cutter off of the ladder, outside of the ring, putting his body and health on the line, through tables, just to slow his opponent, Jordan McCents, down!”

“Wait a minute,” Roger Anderson said in amazement, “while Shaggy is trying to set the ladder up in the ring, McCents is moving towards the steps. I can’t believe that his fall caused him to be busted wide open!”

“We can tell that these two men will do anything and everything to be the World Heavyweight Champ!”

I was shocked; too, that Jordan had enough energy to get up from that fall and still want to continue the match.

After seeing him, I started to climb the ladder, to see how far I can get. Well, it wasn’t too far, due to Jordan giving me the chop block to the knee, which made him fall, which he climbed the ladder, and I, off of the ladder.

Then, which is a shocker, Jordan got up before me and instead of climbing the ladder, he put me in the Figure Four Leg Lock.

“I can’t believe, Erickson,” Anderson yelled with excitement, “that McCents would pull off a move that we would expect McMoney to pull off!”

Jordan let go after about two or so minutes, after I tapped out a couple of times, and started to climb the ladder. He was only able to get up about a quarter of the way until I ht him with the low blow, which stopped him right in his tracks.

“Man, this is great,” Anderson said, “that McMoney now pulled a move that McCents uses. It is great seeing two men use each others move to punish one another!”

I went to the other side of the ladder, and started to climb. I got the same distance that Jordan get before; we both started to climb to the top to get the same prize after Jordan seen me start to climb.

As when we got there, we had to jump up to the top of the cage, so we would be hanging there by our hands. We started to kick each other, trying to knock each other down.

We must have been doing that for about 30 seconds, but felt like a couple of hours. But we did what Jordan wanted, he rapped his legs around me, to try to pull me down with his weight, I brought my legs up to his armpits, and dropped down, 25 feet to the mat, in my world famous finisher, the Minnesota Shagg, which is the Boston Crab.

When we landed, Jordan landed on his stomach and face, with me landing on his lower back. When we landed, I heard a snap, which isn’t a good thing you do not want to hear in real life, or in wrestling.

I just pulled his legs back for about 15-20 seconds to sell that it was the Minnesota Shagg that hurt Jordan’s back, not the fall.

I got off, to see how bad it hurt him. When I did look at him, he was knocked out cold due to the fall.

Not to sure how serious on how bad the injury was on him, I started to climb the ladder.

“With that fall, Shaggy should of climbed up and get his title,” Anderson said.

“Hopefully, McCents isn’t too injured from the Minnesota Shagg fall off of the roof,” Erickson said.

I got up to the top of the ladder, I leaped to the roof, which I got there, and grabbed my title, and fell.

“Shaggy McMoney is successful in retaining his title!” Erickson said with excitement.

“Here is your winner, and still the World heavyweight Champion, Shaggy McMoney!” Jim Thunder, the ring announcer said.

“McMoney lived up to his word,” Anderson said, “and he took out McCents in doing so!”

The cameras quit rolling, and the crowd was leaving, I came back and helped the EMT's get Jordan on a stretcher.

When we got to the back, Vince Bischoff, our boss, ran up and said, “What the hell happened?”

“It all went wrong!” I screamed, not knowing what is going to happen.

“I got the news that two little kids did exactly what you two just did, and they died!”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, Shaggy, it did happen, and you know what else, Shaggy, my job is on the line, due to what you two did. And if my job is on the line, Shaggy, so is yours!”

They took Jordan, who is still on the stretcher, knocked out, into the ambulance, and left.

“I’m sorry that we did it,” I said, “but I did try to talk him out of doing this, but he kept on wanting us to do this. Also to that, you did not have any plans on how or what should we do or who should win. I am not saying you, or Jordan should be the whole blame, but it’s not my whole fault!”

Then an officer came up to us, “to tell you, Mr. Bischoff, the kid didn’t die, and the parents will not file charges on you or any of your wrestlers or your company if you send someone to talk to them.”

Mr. Bischoff was happy to hear that.

“Okay, thanks,” Bischoff said. “Now, Shaggy, if Jordan is okay with it, you'll be good to go.”

Then his cell phone rang, “Hello... Yes this is I... Okay, he won’t?... Okay... Okay, thanks for the informing me,” and he hanged up the phone.

“What did they say?” I asked.

“You’re off the hook,” Mr. Bischoff said, “and Shaggy, thanks for the great match.”

So, I left, took a shower, grabbed my bag and my belt, and I left. I went on the plane to where the next show was, which was on national cable television, and Mr. Bischoff called me on my cell phone and said the two kids are in the hospital of the town we are going to be in the next night.

After I got off the plane, took a limo to the hospital, which the kids were at, and I spent the night there.

The nurses woke me up at seven, saying that the two kids are awake now, and I can
go and see them.

So I did. I woke up, and seen the two kids lying in bed, in the same room, watching the news about them, and what caused them to do it, which they then showed the seen of when Jordan and I dropped from the roof into the Minnesota Shagg.

“Hey, it’s Shaggy McMoney!” the first kid said, who did the move to the other kid.

“Why are you here?” asked the second one.

“I am here to talk to the both of you,” I said. “I heard that you two tried what Jordan McCents and I did last night. Well, I am sure that the both of you didn’t know is that I seriously hurt him, and as of right now, I do not know he'll be able to wrestle again. Then I heard the news of two of my fans tried on each other what I did to Jordan, I was shocked.

“I was shocked because I thought that wrestling fans know that we, the wrestlers, go through a lot of training, sacrifices, and pain to become wrestlers.”

“Like what kind of pain do you go though!” asked the first kid.

“Most of the time, I find myself, like you two, in a hospital bed, getting better, in the morning. That’s not all, either, I have to be out on the road four days a week, totaling in at least 250 days a year on the road.”

“So, being a wrestler sucks?”

“No, it doesn’t, if you do not have to hear about this kind of stuff. That is why we have commercials saying, ‘Please don’t try this at home.’ I can’t stress that enough.”

“We’re sorry.”

“I know you, the both of you, are. So, when the both of you get better, and get out of here, tell your friends, ‘Let’s not wrestle,’ because we, the wrestlers are professionals, we know what we’re doing. Will you do that for me?”

“Yes sir.”

“Now, get better, and always remember, McMoneyism is the only way to survive!”

A Match Gone Wrong Terms

• Everything Goes: The Pay-Per-View that Shaggy McMoney won the World Heavyweight Championship from Jordan McCents in a Last Man Standing Match, nine months before this PPV.

• Shoot: A match that is not planned out before, where they do not "Pull" any moves, where they make contact 100% of the time.

• Wrestle Series VIII: The Pay-Per-View that this event, the match, happened at.

• Spots: Certain parts of a match.

• The King's Hardcore Cage Match: A Match that the author, Eric Darsie, made up. The ring has a 15-foot high steel cage, the mesh cage, rapped around with barbed wire. But that isn’t all, the ring is surrounded with the wooded tables, with 10-foot steel ladders under them for we can use to climb up, in the ring, in the center of the barbed wire steel cage, to get and take down the Heavyweight Championship of the World down. All of this is surrounded and is happening in a structure called ‘the Hell In a Cell,’ which will surround the barbed wire cage, the tables and ladders outside the ring, and will hold the title up, which from the ring it is ten more feet taller then the Steel Cage, so 25 feet from the ring.

• The Global Wrestling Federation: Another one of the author's, Eric Darsie, creation, which is representing the current big wrestling company, the World Wrestling Entertainment, Inc.™(the WWE™), which is owned by Mr. Vincent Kennedy McMahon.

• Pay-Per-View: A 3 hour or so show that you have to pay to see, due to the matches are bigger then the normal matches on cable or regular television.

• Gorilla Position: The place right before coming out onto the stage, where the staff of the theme music, wrestler’s video, and pyro, goes off.

• Sell: To act; to make something seem real.

• Hook It Up: Start the match; start to wrestle.

• Collar-and bone Tie-Up: which is just setting our right arms on each others left shoulders and our left arms touching the opponents’ upper right arms, and we asked how we should start.

• Arm Drag: When you grab your opponent's arm, fall to the ground, and whip him to the mat.

• Belly-to-Belly Overhead Suplex: A move that you throw your opponent, from facing them, over your head, both landing on your backs.

• Bought some time: Wrestling's way for taking the crowd off of his/her opponent, if something serious or whatever happened.

• Turnbuckle: The corner, which is a metal post with small pillows in the corners where the ropes meet it.

• Hurricanrana: When you are up on your opponent's shoulder's, sitting there, you facing one way and they the other way, and you do a backwards roll, which your opponent would land on their head or upper shoulders.

• Blatant Choke: Is just a regular choke, but on the ground.

• Pops: Is when the crowd goes nuts; cheer for their favorite wrestler.

• Baby face: Fan favorite, depending on who you talk to, likes to indicate a good guy.

• Back leg low blow: You raise your leg, backwards, and hit your opponent in the groin.

• Mat: The canvas which covers the ring.

• Baseball slide: A slide that is just like what baseball players do into the plate, but you are in the ring, your opponent is outside, and you run and hit him with the baseball slide.

• McMoney Cutter: Standing up, having the opponents head in your armpit, him/her bending over, you do a 180 degree turn, with your opponents head moving up to the top of your shoulder, you fall to your back, smashing your opponents head into the mat.

• Chop block (to the knee): When someone would drive their shoulder, standing up, into back of their opponents’ knee, while they are also standing up.

• Figure Four Leg Lock: Where you grab one leg, when your opponent is on the mat, on their back, and you walk a circle around the leg, one leg is in-between your opponents legs, with that leg you circled, rapped behind your leg, you bend down, grab the other leg, bend it at the knee, to make a 90 degree angle, put it on their other leg, you put your free leg in the opening of the two legs, fall down and put pressure on his/her legs with yours.

• Tapped out: When you are in a submission hold, and you do not want to say 'I quit', you just hit your hand on the mat three quick times to indicate to the ref, wherever (s) he is, saying that you give up the match and victory to your opponent.

• Low blow: Where, from behind, you hit your opponent, through the legs, in the groin area.

• Minnesota Shagg (Boston Crab): Where your opponent is on his/her back, you go up and put their feet into your armpits and you put your forearms by the back of their knees, and turn them over, to their stomach, and sit down on their lower back, pulling their legs back, which hurts their lower back.