Derecho vs. Greg Davis

Menace 11
Jan. 26, 2004
Writer: Leary

'Unstable' by Adema brought the WWC fans to their feet. It was main event time. The first man to step out was Derecho. The 6-2, 265 pounder emerged from backstage, looking all business as he walked down the aisle, pure confidence in every step he took. The fans cheered on Derecho as he entered the ring and raised his arms in the air.

All eyes returned to the entrance as 'Alcohol' by Barenaked Ladies hit the speakers. 'The Ego' Greg Davis, the 6-2, 265 pounder from Miami, Florida strolled out, glaring at all the booing fans. Davis’ gaze immediately turned to Derecho as he walked that aisle, looking like he was at his cockiest.

These men were not strangers to each other, having faced each other in the past in TW2K. But that might as well have been in another lifetime, and TW2K was long since dead. This was now, and both men were no doubt ready to write some new history.

Davis and Derecho stared at each other as they approached center ring. Davis cocked his head back and forth, stretching out his neck, as Derecho stood motionless. The bell sounded, and Davis took a couple steps back, bouncing on his feet, loosening himself up, and no doubt putting a little extra flair on his movements to get himself noticed and further hated by the crowd. Derecho wasn't impressed with the hot dogging, however, as he simply began to circle his opponent. For both men, this was a return after a lengthy absence from the sport. But they were two veterans, and no doubt the ring rust wouldn't last very long for either man.

Davis continued to bounce around in a circle, smiling at Derecho, enjoying making him and everybody wait until HE was ready. This match was all about Greg Davis, of course, if you were Greg Davis. He didn't form Team EGO because he was a team player now did he? Derecho eventually grew tired of Davis' dancing and made his move, moving forward, ready to lock up, but Davis stuck out his leg and shoved Derecho forward, nearly tripping Derecho. But Derecho kept his balance and turned around, shaking his head in disgust at the EGO.

Davis continued to bounce around the ring as Derecho began to stalk Davis again, who was flashing a cocky smile at Derecho. He was enjoying the heck out of trying to piss of Derecho. But Derecho wasn't biting just yet. Davis finally stood in place and moved forward, ready at last to lock up with Derecho. But once again, Davis sidestepped Derecho and went for a leg sweep, this time successfully taking Derecho down. The crowd booed as Davis got up and raised his arms in celebration. Derecho easily pushed himself up and walked over to the ropes and stared out the crowd, shaking his head...almost cracking a smile. On some level, Derecho was enjoying this bit of the game, because he knew Davis was going to be howling in pain in a matter of moments. Just one mistake is all it would take.

Derecho charged forward at Davis, who ducked under a clothesline attempt. Derecho bounced off the ropes and the two men collided center ring.

No budge in either man's stance. Davis pointed for Derecho to bounce of the ropes again, and Derecho obliged, charging back and trying for a clothesline, making Davis duck down. But Derecho stopped dead, grabbed Davis around the head and smashed Davis' face into his knee. Davis rebounded, flipping over himself and stared up in shock at Derecho from the mat. 'What the HELL was that shit?' Davis asked.

Derecho answered that question with a foot to his face. Derecho picked up The EGO and shot him into the ropes. Big time back body drop send a jolt of pain up and down Davis's spine. He tried to roll for the floor and almost got there before Derecho could stomp him in the head a couple times. Davis thought the trip to the floor might give him a break, but Derecho had his fill of stalling already. Derecho headed to the floor, grabbed Davis by the hair and slammed him into the steel guardrail. The fans on the floor yelled for Derecho to continue kicking Davis' ass, and Derecho was all too happy to keep it up. He dragged Davis to his feet, scooped him up and dropped Davis throat first on the guardrail this time, stealing The EGO's oxygen.

Derecho grabbed the nearest set of steel steps and then waited on Davis, who slowly pulled himself up using the ring apron. Once Davis was up enough, Derecho took off in a charge and clocked Davis in the face with the steps, getting a nice pop from the crowd for his efforts. Derecho dropped the steps against the steel guardrail and collected a woozy Greg Davis. He dragged Davis toward the steps and locked him in, ready to deliver a DDT onto the steps. But he took just a half-second too long, and Davis sudddenly drove Derecho back first into the steps with a double leg takedown. It was a nasty and awkward fall, and Derecho grabbed at his back, groaning in pain on the floor.

The referee was nothing but a spectator in the match early on, wanting to threaten both men with a countout, but not wanting to rob the fans of a great brawl that was unfolding. So he was lenient. Nobody wanted a weak finish to this match. Both men had something to prove in their return. It was only going to be a question of which one would have their hand raised at the end of it. Davis now grabbed Derecho and clotheslined him over the steel guardrail into the front row of fans. Davis hopped right over, stomping Derecho in the back several times and then jamming his foot into Derecho's throat. Davis grabbed a beer from a lady in the audience and guzzled in a mouthful before picking Derecho up by the hair and spewing the alcohol in his face. And yes, after last week, Davis had become a master of spewing.

Davis dragged Derecho toward an aisle as security cleared a path for both brawlers. Davis stunned Derecho with a trifecta of punches to the head and then headed back over the railing. He grabbed the steps and put them into position on the other side of the aisle. He took a few steps backward and then took off charging into the crowd!

Derecho caught Davis!

FALLAWAY SLAM ON THE FLOOR!

'HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!' the crowd chanted, amazed at what they had just seen at their feet. Derecho took a couple seconds to get his bearings back, but then crawled right toward Davis, who was rolling around in pain on the concrete. Derecho picked Davis up and then walked him back toward the railing.

*BANG!*

HIPTOSS ONTO THE STEEL STEPS!

Davis was having his body severely tested in his first match back in a while in this brutal brawl. Derecho hopped the railing and stood atop the top step. He dove off, delivering an elbow into the already aching back of Davis. Content with the brawling portion of the match, Derecho pulled Davis up and shoved him into the ring. As Derecho stepped back between the ropes, Davis grabbed hold of the ropes and pushed up, jamming the middle rope into Derecho's crotch. A desperate move, but it bought Davis some time. With both men on their knees, Davis connected with a European uppercut that toppled Derecho to the mat. Davis got himself up and bounced off the ropes.

Leg drop connected.

One.

Two.

Kickout by Derecho.

Davis grabbed Derecho by the arm and pulled him to his feet. He connected with a punch. Another punch. A third punch. A fourth punch. And a fifth. Derecho collapsed in the corner. Davis climbed up onto the second rope, grabbed a handful of hair and shook his fist in the air, nodding to the crowd. The boos were instant and the punch count along just was not going to happen as Davis began raining punches down on Derecho's skull.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.

Boos. And nothing but.

Until Derecho wrapped up Davis and walked forward, dropping Davis down into a brutal spinebuster slam. Derecho collapsed on top of Davis for the cover.

One!

Two!

Thr-kickout by Davis.

Both men rolled onto their sides, gasping for breath. Both men pushed themselves up, neither wanting to be at the disadvantage at this stage of the match. Derecho charged forward and connected with a punch. Davis arched way back on his feet for a few seconds but rebounded with a ultra-stiff punch that took Derecho down to a knee. Davis headed forward and locked Derecho up into suplex position. Davis held Derecho straight up in the air for several seconds, letting the blood rush to Derecho's head. Content with showing off, Davis brought Derecho crashing down to the mat with a jackhammer. He made the cover, hooking a leg.

One!

Two!

Thre-shoulder up by Derecho!

*SMACK*

Frustrated Davis slapped Derecho's face. The fans let out a gasp, followed by jeers for the move of disrespect. Davis grabbed hold of Derecho's legs and then jammed his knee into Derecho's crotch. The referee got in Davis' face, who boldly lied, saying he hit Derecho's inner thigh. To prove his point, Davis tried the move again — and again, he jammed the knee right into Derecho's crotch followed up by a lie of the placement of the move. Davis grabbed hold of Derecho's legs a third time, but this time, he stiffly kicked Derecho's hamstring, trying to knot up the muscle. And then it was time....he was going for a figure four!

As he tried to wrap up Derecho, he found himself cradled into a pin attempt at Derecho's hands!

One!

Two!

Thre-no! Davis just was able to kick his way free. Davis slapped the mat with both of his hands in frustration as he pushed himself back up. He turned around and walked right into a foot. Derecho locked Davis into position for a jumping piledriver that connected perfectly. Derecho took a couple of seconds to recover before he pulled himself up using the ropes. Then, he realized where he was and quickly climbed all the way to the top rope.

Show Stealer! Derecho's top rope leg drop connected. And Derecho was going for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-NO!! Somehow, Davis just got his left shoulder off the mat. Derecho headed to the apron and waited on Davis to get up. Once Davis was up, Derecho springboarded to the top rope and aimed himself for Davis, connecting with a beautiful clothesline. Derecho pulled Davis up brutally by the hair and locked him in for a Russian leg sweep. But Davis put a stop to that with a hard left elbow to the right side of Derecho's forehead, stunning him. Davis dove forward, lifting his leg up behind himself as he fell, connecting with another low blow to Derecho.

Derecho landed on top of Davis as he collapsed in pain, but Davis pulled himself free enough to lock in the Davis Crossface.

The fans stood up, booing madly at Davis. Davis smiled, not giving a flying fuck about the jeering crowd. The only noise he wanted to hear was Derecho's hand tapping on the mat three times to give up. Derecho moaned in pain, pulling on his hair with his free left hand. The crossface was putting Derecho’s upper body to the extreme test, shooting waves of pain through Derecho’s neck all the way down his spine.

Very fortunately for Derecho, the ropes could be reached, if he could manage to suck up the pain and crawl there. They seemed so close, but when he reached out for them, he knew he wasn't even close. So he pushed himself onto his left elbow and began crawling toward the ropes as quickly as he could, not allowing Davis a chance to block him.

It worked.

Derecho grabbed the bottom rope with his left hand, and the relieved crowd cheered Derecho on, chanting 'Der-ec-ho! Der-ec-ho! Der-ec-ho!' Davis reluctantly dropped the hold at two and stomped Derecho a pair of times in the head. He grabbed Derecho in a front face lock and lifted him up. Davis tried to DDT him right back down, but Derecho wasn't budging. The cheers of the crowd grew which each block by Derecho, who suddenly found the strength to lift Derecho up over his head.

Slide him down his back, cradling his head.

And drop him down in a over the shoulder belly to back piledriver!

Trey Vincent's move! The move TV calls Coming Down!

The fans roared in disbelief as Derecho sat still in the middle of the ring, still stunned from the toll the match was taking on him. He didn't even realize that Davis was knocked out behind him. But when he did, Derecho simply fell backward onto Davis and hooked Davis’ limp right leg!

ONE!

TWO!

....

...

????

!!!!!!

Derecho looked around as he heard a deafening chorus of boos, wondering why the hell the referee hadn’t finished making the three count. It didn’t take long to find the answer.

Sean Studd had pulled the referee out to the floor and was slapping him around on the floor with a smile on his face. Davis was completely out and Sean Studd had just robbed Derecho of a clean victory.

Winner: Derecho via Disqualification

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©2004 John Leary