Pride hopped back and forth from foot to foot, shaking out and stretching with boxer-like punches from both gloved hands. This was a hardcore match, he knew, but unfortunately for this Madd Dog guy, he had a definite power advantage, and his fists would probably be apt do more damage than any chair or table.
[JR: "Well King, it looks like business, is about to pick up!"]
[KING: "Boy, I'll say JR! It's gonna be a real slobberknocker tonight!!"]
((Edit: I know it's supposed to be on Smackdown but I hate Tazz and Cole...sorry, Cuc))
The bell rang, and Pride stepped up. He was a bit taller than Madd Dog, but not much. Madd Dog got right in his face, and started talking all kinds of trash. Pride looked down, deciding not to give his opponent the dignity of looking him in the eye and listening to his empty threats. He stroked his beard on his chin, then looked at Madd Dog right in the eye.
"Shut up and fight," Pride said. Then he went for a big right hand.
What he hadn't known, was that Madd Dog had been hoping to goad him into throwing the first punch. He blocked and quickly evened out the power differences by delivering a swift, debilitating kick to Pride's family jewels.
Pride fell like a tree that had it's trunk ripped from it's being by the hand of God itself--an indeterminable amount of seconds had to go by before gravity finally reduced him to falling on the mat, holding his crotch with the pain that had shot deep into his lower abdomen.
The plan had worked, and now Madd Dog planned to capitolize. He hopped outside of ring and searched under the apron for some sort of equalizer. It didn't take long before he happened upon a steel garbage can.
Pride, amazingly, was almost all the way back to a vertical base by the time Madd Dog had re-entered the ring with his new weapon. With a scream so loud that the camera mics picked it up 20 feet away, Madd Dog rushed Pride, who was still doubled over slightly, the steel trash can raised over his head.
He was met with a hellacious big boot, which kicked the trash can into his own face, sending him flying backard into the ropes, which were the only things keeping him up after such a brutal hit.
Or so it seemed. Pride was met with a kick to the abdomen when he approached for the follow up. Tough little *******, Pride thought.
Doubled over, Pride's stalking style of matplay had bought Madd Dog some time. Recovering, he delivered a second kick to Pride's midsection, and then following with a third kick, left Pride doubled over even lower.
Looking for a bit more substantial damage, Madd Dog looked at the crowd and screamed with his own adrenaline. Bouncing off the ropes, he caught Pride's head under his arms and jumped to the right, spinning Pride into a vicious tornado DDT that had enough for to make Pride's feet leave the mat briefly.
The impact had stunned Pride enough that Madd Dog thought some more big damage might be in order. With a dismissive kick, he had moved the dented garbage can into the center of the ring, and picked Pride up. Securing a handful of Pride's pants, Madd Dog was apparently going for a suplex onto the garbage can!
Lifting with all his might, the crowd rose to their feet as Pride's back FLATTENED the garbage can into oblivion. He writhed in pain and clasped his lower back, and Madd Dog grew confident at the sight.
It was time for some high-flying Madd Dog action.
On the top rope quick as a cat, Madd Dog prepared for a big body splash. But then he got a better idea--something that could put Pride away for good.
Hopping back down, he went to ringside and grabbed a steel chair from under one of the timekeepers. Hopping back up onto the apron, and then back up onto the top rope, he gestured to the audience with a fiendish grin with what he intended to do--he held the chair sideways and slapped it's center, indicating that he was planning on diving onto Pride with the chair!!
The audience knew that even a tough fighter like Pride would be down for the three-count for sure after something like that! They rallied in support for Pride to get out of the way and keep the match going.
With the crowd on their feet, Madd Dog finished his taunt and made his leap of faith. Pride was motionless on the mat in the center of the ring.
Until he put his boot up, and kicked the chair up into Madd Dog's face.
Madd Dog stumbled backward into the corner he'd just jumped from, his brain completely scrambled. Somehow he knew that Pride was back on his feet and approaching fast, so he spun around and took a flimsy swing with his full body weight involuntarity attached to it.
Pride ducked the swing, and turned. And a huge, gloved hand was on Madd Dog's throat then, and he knew that he didn't have to cohesive thought in his head to escape what was coming next.
And then, the crowd was roaring as Madd Dog felt himself flying helplessly upward and then horrifically downward...and then the pain came, and it was truly intense.
Because Madd Dog had gotten himself chokeslammed onto the very chair which he'd brought into the ring.