Dow Jones vs Sycho Sam

[Mighty Man Millson]

Dow drives into the Wal-Mart car park in his Company car, a Rolls-Royce, before going inside the store and not signing autographs before the main event.

[Sycho Sam]

In

[Mighty Man Millson]

As a crowd gathers in the superstore, the two Company members prepare to face off in WNG's main event of the evening, the images from Wal-Mart being simultaneously broadcasted to the EVPW arena. Sam and Dow look around as the crowd grows, both shaking their heads in disgust, before Dow extends a hand to shake. Sam accepts the motion and the two stare at each other, with the Hardcore Headbanger placing himself into a fighting stance, only for DJ to give him a quizzical glance and furtively raise his eyebrow. Unsure to the intentions of the Bostonian, Sam shrugs, before Dow motions downwards. The Psychotic One's eyes widen and he shakes his head, screaming out a resounding 'No!' in defiance, leaving Jones no choice but to slap the taste out of Sam's mouth.

'I'm the Company's frontman, not you. Now lie down and let me cover you!'

The Heavy Metal Maniac's face turns a crimson red as the slap takes effect and stings the cheek of the Hardcore Headbanger, the crowd reacting with chants of 'Fight, fight, fight' as Sam stares into the sky, fighting his concience and debating whether to do as his 'superior' says or take Jones to the cleaners. Sam chooses the latter and throws a wild right hand at the Hardcore Icon, flooring Jones with the power and ferocity of the strike. Every member of the crowd cheers as Dow holds his chin in pain, with the King of Destruction urging DJ to get up and fight. Knowing that he's awoken a sleeping Sycho, Dow clambers back to his feet, but instead of throwing a punch back as the Headbanger expects, he runs away and escapes the store through the sliding doors, sprinting to the car park, heading for his Rolls-Royce. The Boston Brawler reaches his getaway vehicle and fishes inside his pocket for the car keys, giving Sycho Sam just enough time to send a clubbing blow onto the back of Dow's neck, sending Dow head-first into the car window, the impact throwing the Million Dollar Massachussan backwards and onto the concrete floor. Unrelenting, Sam picks up Jones by the scruff of his neck and drags the Company frontman back to the sliding doors, throwing Dow back into Wal-Mart. As DJ scrambles back to his feet and attempts to get the hell out of dodge, the Heavy Metal Maniac grabs the back of Jonesy Boy's shirt and halts the egomaniac, before dragging Dow backwards and throwing a right fist into the back of DJ's head.

Realising this match is anything goes, Sam goes over to a shelf containing television sets and he picks up the biggest, heaviest and hardest implement he can find, waiting for his opponent to get to his feet before swinging the set at the cranial lobe of the Hardore Warrior, once again flooring the Company frontman. Seeing Dow supine gives the extremist an idea and he grabs the foodstuffs off the opposite shelving unit, discarding them and throwing them on the floor, before Sam scales the shelving unit, using each shelf as a foothold. Sam turns to face Jones and lets out a roar, the assembled crowd cheering with their fan favourite for this contest, preluding the Hardcore Headbanger leaping off the shelving unit and throwing an elbow out in front of him. Acting on pure instinct, DJ rolls sideways, his scrambled brain showing enough awareness of danger to realise that an Elbow Drop on the floor will end this match, the Heavy Metal Maniac crashing elbow-first onto the floor, immediately clutching the aforementioned limb in agony.

Sam goes high-risk but it doesn't pay off. Dow Jones couldn't afford to have taken that hit.
Oh, am I glad Sam didn't hit that Elbow Drop. It could have been the end of Dow Jones as we know him.

With Sycho Sam writhing in pain on the solid flooring, the former GHW Television champion begins to formulate a plan, grabbing Sam by the hair and wrenching the metalhead to his full verticality, before whipping Sam into the butchers counter, Sam hitting the counter back-first and letting out a grunt of pain. The Boston Brawler quickly gather himself and leaps onto the top of the counter in one spring-heeled motion, before grabbing the back of Sam's neck and leaping forwards, sitting out as he hits the floor, driving Sycho Sam face-first onto the very same canvas. The crowd, following the two competitors wherever they go, begin the usual 'Holy Shit!' chants as the Bulldog hits. Having already ridden his luck in this contest, Dow does the smart thing and covers the King of Destruction, the referee sliding in to make the count, but only reaching a two count before Sam throws his arm in the air and rolls his shoulder off the floor.

TBC- Sam. I hope we can one day put on a better match, when time allows it.