Justice 0 Report post Posted February 9, 2006 (edited) EARLIER TODAY... The small training centre is dank and musty. A small row of flourescent lights hang over a beaten up wrestling ring, with only a few stray rays of light shining through the grime caked windows. A punching bag hangs from the ceiling, and a number of weight sets sit along one side of the ring. Lastly, three men stand impatiently in the darkest corner of room, while the sillhouette of a fourth can barely be made out against one of the walls. "Gentlemen," the shadowed man begins, "I'm pleased you were able to make it." "Yeah, boss," responds one of the men, Aidan Redmond. "Let's cut right to the chase. You said you had something for us?" "I did, yes," the shadowed man responds. His voice is smooth and authoritive, displaying both intelligence and certain cultured nature. "I have a proposition for you. As I understand it, all three of you have been looking to acquire new SWF contracts after your tryout ones were terminated some time ago, yes?" "Yeah, so what's it to ya'?" responds a different one of the men, Aaron Carpenter. "Shall we say that... I am in a position to reward you with such contracts, if you were able to render a few services for me?" The three men look at each other, and then turn to the shadowed man skeptically. "You expect us to believe that you work for the SWF?" the third one, Bryan Levy, derisively questions. "No SWF talent agent would ever come out here without any trainers, with just one cryptic phonecall." The shadowed man laughs slightly. "My being here is not, shall we say, on the record. But, if it's any help..." he reaches into the inside of his jacket, and produces a small piece of paper. He passes it to Redmond, who's expression changes to one of surprise. "He ain't kidding!" Redmond exclaims. "This is a real contract!" Remond passes it to Carpenter who, in turn, passes it to Levy. The shadowed man takes the contract back before speaking again. "Now, of course, I can't have you signing it here. However, if you do what I need you to, I can assure you a meeting with Joe Peters, and his signature on three different contracts." "Uh-huh," says Levy. "And what kind of favour are we talking about, here?" "Do the three of you still watch SWF programming?" the man inquires. "If you do, I'm sure you've noticed a certain someone by the name of Kevin Coyote." "The punk who turned out to be Pete's kid? Yeah, I seen him," Carpenter responds. "Excellent. Then, I'm sure you don't need me to explain to you what I would like you to do to him..." the shadowed man intones. "You can't be serious," Levy growls. "I know what you mean, and that shit ain't worth any SWF contract! Assaulting some SWF wrestler could get our asses thrown in jail." "Please, Mr. Levy, I can guarantee your security," the man assures. "But, to cover any damages or accidents that might happen, I would like you to take these." The man reaches into his jacket again, and removes three fat looking envelopes. One by one he hands them out to each of the former SWF wrestlers, careful to make sure they don't see his face as he does it. Hesitantly, Carpenter looks into one of the envelops... and does a double take. "Holy s**t!" he hollers. "These are new contracts! And... Jesus, there must be like 2500 bucks in here!" "Consider it a signing bonus," chimes the shadowed man. "Alright... alright," Carpenter repeats. "We'll do your job for you." "Good. And boys, whatever you do," adds the shadowed man, slyly. "Just don't kill Coyote." All three of the men look at each other, and then back at the shadowed man, before laughing. Aidan Redmond and Aaron Carpenter pick up their bags and walk out of the training center, as Levy turns to follow them... and stops, looking back at the shadowed man. "Hey," he starts. "You aren't William Hearford, are you? Or do you work for him, or what?" There is a long pause from the man in the corner. His face cannot be seen, but one can almost hear him grin. "Let's just say that I've got a stake in Kevin Coyote running his mouth." Edited February 9, 2006 by realitycheck Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Justice 0 Report post Posted February 9, 2006 The Smartmarks Wrestling Federation presents... SWF LOCKDOWN! Live, WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 8TH, from the SOLD OUT ROSE GARDEN in PORTLAND, OREGON! (6pm PST, 10pm EST; check local listings) After a hellacious PPV and a brief period to deal with the Morning After - always a problem when 'Fucking - the SWF gets back to business! And the action wastes no time in getting hot n' heavy, with three title bouts, including a stunning rematch of the Clusterfuck main event! Also, following the effects of Kevin Coyote's stunning revelation on AftershoX, SWF play-by-play man Longdogger Pete has requested this show off, with stalward Ben Hardy replacing him behind the desk. Plus, TWO returns, and a major announcement from the Boss! OPENING PROMO: Kevin Coyote MAIN EVENT WORLD TITLE BOUT, SUBMISSION MATCH El Luchadore Magnifico© vs JJ Johnson SPECIAL GUEST COMMENTATOR: Wes Davenport ->And this time... it's personal. After getting closer than any other man in the last four months to dethroning El Luchadore Magnifico as SWF World Heavyweight Champion, JJ Johnson will square off once again for the right to be crowned the best in the business. Not through threats, not through favours, but through a promise, an apology. At the Clusterfuck Magnifico forced Johnson to tap, and in all fairness to JJ, he's going to have to trade submissions with Magnifico and win it the hard way if he wants to become world champion. And of course... all will take place under the watchful eye of the man who truly has the most riding on this matchup. Rules: Submission match. The winner is whoever forces his opponent to tap out; regular DQ/Countout rules are not in effect, but ropebreaks are. Muzz can write a match if he would like, but is discouraged to do so.[/size] -=-=-=- SINGLES MATCH "The Divine Wind" Akira Kaibatsu vs Todd Cortez ->Akira Kaibatsu, Michael Cross, WHAT IS THEIR CONNECTION!? Well, Asian, it looks like. Unfortunately, there was no way I could tie that plot point into a totally relevant matchup without being too obvious, so here's Todd Cortez! Cortez has been in a bit of a funk lately, and hasn't been able to find the form that took him to the main event of Ramadomination. This may be a good chance for him, because although Akira hung tough against Bruce Blank in a brutal series of matchups, those injuries of his have got to be lingering. If there's one sure way to find out if old wounds have healed, it's to open 'em up again! Rules: Standard singles match. -=-=-=- HARDCORE TITLE BOUT Bruce Blank© vs Ghost Machine 2.0 ->No rest for the wicked, as they say. After getting perferated, mutilated, discombobulated and blowed up good, Bruce Blank was no doubt looking forward to an easy night off. Well, not so much. The incomprable Ghost Machine has apparently identified Blank as his highest priority processing task, and well, who are we here on SWF CC to argue with Ghost Machine's OS? Here's hoping Blank just doesn't crack his source code open at some point in the match. Rules: You're kidding, right? -=-=-=- MAJOR ANNOUNCEMENT! ->Da Boss himself, Joe Peters, has a big announcement to make, with sweeping ramafactions! After Family Friendly rules and free endorsements, Peter's continued delusions of grandeur can probably only draw a groan from SWF fans and workers included. Just the same, he promises this one is going to be incredible, and might actually have something to do with wrestling this time! -=-=-=- SINGLES MATCH Laberinto vs "The Icon" Max King ->A few shows before the Clusterfuck, Landon Maddix and Max King, the most unlikely of partners, were finally able to pry the tag team titles away from TKO, or at least what was left of them. The exact dynamics of this team, or even King's reasoning for choosing Maddix as his partner, remain uknown. Maddix isn't booked tonight, but King gets a chance to stretch his legs in singles competition against the enigmatic Laberinto. Rules: Singles Match -=-=-=- CRUSIERWEIGHT TITLE BOUT, TRIPLE THREAT Zyon© vs Kevin Coyote vs Christian Fury ->It doesn't seem like all's well in Zyon's relationship with Spike Jenkins. What does that have to do with this match? Absolutely jack, but it's always nice when the bookers point out they read the shows. The cruiserweight champion has a rocky schedule ahead of him, I reckon, and this first defense of the month is going to be particularly tricky. After floundering a bit out of the gate, Christian Fury is given a chance to kick his return into gear. And while Kevin Coyote's shocking announcement on the last show has affected the commentary table, it will be interesting to see how it affects his preformance in-ring. Rules: Regular cruiserweight rules. 20 count on the outside, no piledrivers, etc. -=-=-=- SINGLES MATCH Amy Stephens vs Insane Luchador ->Amy Stephens, the cute n' cuddly kid sister of Michael Stephens, better known as Toxxic, has been tracking down her brother since his mysterious disappearance. Running out of leads (and money) has brought her to the place he last left. Smells like trouble. And Estée Lauder. Just the same, Joe Peters knows money when he sees it, and given Amy a contract. And who better to welcome her into the SWF than a real ladies man? Sadly, Tyler McClelland hasn't been active in four years, so here's Andrew Rickmen, recently back from the dead. Rules: Standard singles match. -=-=-=- SINGLES MATCH Jimmy the Doom vs The Crimson Skull ->THE MEGAPOWERS COLLIDE! Well, not really, but it's fun to dream. After a long haitus in Doomtopia, Jimmy the DOOM returns, victorious in a war with Zirconia, to do battle with all Ne'er Do Wells, or something to that effect. Just the same, who is more Ne'er than the Crimson Skull himself? Stymied with a streak of losses, Skull has threatened to fire the lovable Heff if conditions don't improve! It's beyond Heff's caste as a mook to get a title match for Skull, like he wants, but a win here would certainly do wonders for his cause... Rules: Singles Match -=-=-=- OPENING BOUT SINGLES MATCH Archie Griffon vs Michael Cross ->After being away from the Ess Dub Eff for... some time, Arch Griffon returns! When we last saw him, he was the man able to wrest the International Title away from Jay Hawke's white knuckled grasp. Since then, Hawke has gone on to have one of the longest reigns in Federation history! Griff gets a chance to shake off the rust against rookie Michael Cross, who continues to impress. Rules: Standard singles match. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Justice 0 Report post Posted February 9, 2006 "The following broadcast is a presentation of the Smarks Wrestling Federation." (TV-MA) (LSV) The screen shows a brief video highlight reel of some of the events of the last SWF show, AftershoX. The recap specifically shows the first few minutes of the program, in which JJ Johnson confronted SWF World Heavyweight Champion El Luchadore Magnifico in the ring. The recap is highly edited so that the most relevant parts of the conversation re-air. "Magnifico," says Johnson. "There is no one in this federation who recognizes your ability as a World Champion more than I do... "Not only did I want to be the World Champion... I wanted to be known as the person who had defeated the legendary El Luchadore Magnifico. But... unfortunately, I couldn't make that happen." The video shows the closing moments of Magnifico's title defense at Clusterfuck as Johnson's voice continues speaking. "But I can't accept the way in which our match ended. "And... I won't be satisfied until I get another shot at you, Magnifico!" "Where do you get off?" Magnifico's voice breaks onto the video. "You don't deserve another shot at me, for the title or not! "...but all right. "I'll defeat you once more, if that's what you really want. Me and you, for the World Heavyweight Title, on Lockdown. Afterwards, you'll have to swallow your pride and apologize to me." "Not likely," replies Johnson. "What's going to happen is, you'll have to swallow your teeth and give me that title." "On Lockdown," says announcer Longdogger Pete, "it'll be a rematch from Clusterfuck, as El Luchadore Magnifico defends his World Title against JJ Johnson!" The screen fades to black for a moment, then shows another highlight from AftershoX, taking place much later in the show, as Kevin Coyote calls Longdogger Pete into the ring. "Longdogger Pete," says Coyote. "I wanted you up here face to face while I told the world my secret." The camera pans close to Coyote's face. "My real name... is Ethan... MacDougal... and that makes me... your son!" "Is this even possible?" asks color commentator Suicide King as Coyote extends a hand for a handshake. Pete pulls Coyote into a fatherly hug instead. "Coyote is actually LDP's son?" Coyote steps back from Pete and removes his left hand from his jacket pocket, and the camera closes in on a shot of the brass knuckles fitted to his hand. POW! "Well, this doesn't look good for Longdogger Pete," says King as the video shows Coyote hitting the fallen Pete over and over in the head with the brass knuckles, "as he has just been totally mutilated by his own son!" The screen fades to black again. BOOOOOOM!!!! BOOOOOOM!!!! BOOOOOOM!!!! Following the opening pyrotechnics, the lights come up at the Rose Garden, and the audience goes crazy! The camera pans across the crowd, picking up a few random signs held up by the ecstatic audience members... "WES DAVENPORT = RATINGS!" "JUSTICE IS MY TRUE FATHER!" "E. L. M., EVIL LITTLE MEXICAN!" "Welcome to SWF Lockdown, everybody!" hollers substitute play by play announcer Ben Hardy. "We are live from the SOLD OUT Rose Garden in Portland, Oregon! I'm Ben Hardy, and sitting next to me is none other than the Suicide King!" "You're not exactly my first choice for a substitute," says King, "but you'll do." "Folks, I'm filling in for Longdogger Pete tonight," says Hardy, "as he is in a hospital recovering from injuries inflicted by his own son, Kevin Coyote, in the video you just saw from SWF AftershoX on Friday!" "Good place for him," says King. "How about that, his own family doesn't even respect him!" "Regardless, we've got a great show tonight with an incredible main event!" chatters Hardy jubilantly. "We'll be getting a rematch of the Clusterfuck main event, as El Luchadore Magnifico puts the SWF World Championship on the line one more time against JJ Johnson, in a submission match!" Suddenly a series of white flashing lights illuminate the stage, and the opening riffs of "I'm Alive" by Disturbed hit the speakers. The audience begins booing as Kevin Coyote emerges on the stage. "Looks like Kevin Coyote has something to say right now!" says King. Never again will I be dishonored And never again will I be reminded We're living within the world of the jaded They killed inspiration It's my obligation To never again, allow this to happen Where do I begin? The choices are endless Denying the sin My art, my redemption I carry the torch of my fathers before me Inside the ring, announcer Funyon makes the introduction. "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the ring... KEVIN... COYOTE!" "Don't you mean Ethan MacDougal?" asks King. The thing I treasure most in life cannot be taken away There will never be a reason why I will surrender to your advice To change myself, I'd rather die Lonely, we'll not understand I will make the greatest sacrifice You can't predict where the outcome lies You'll never take me alive I'm alive I'm alive I'm alive Coyote climbs into the ring as his music fades out, and reaches for the microphone from Funyon. Funyon nods and hands Coyote the mic, but before Coyote grabs it, the mic picks up an audible ringing sound. "What the hell is that sound?" asks King. "I'm not sure," admits Hardy. Instead of taking the microphone, Coyote reaches into the pocket of his jean jacket, and pulls out... a mobile phone. "It's his phone!" hollers Hardy. "It's his damn cell phone!" Coyote answers the phone, and begins chatting away on it, suddenly oblivious of Funyon, the microphone, the audience, and everything else around him. "What the hell is he doing?" asks Hardy. "He came out here to say something, didn't he?" "He is saying something!" replies King. "Just not to us!" The microphone isn't close enough to pick up on Coyote's conversation, but it is certainly able to hear the thousands of chanting Portland fans. KEV-IN SUCKS! KEV-IN SUCKS! KEV-IN SUCKS! "Hey! HEY!" shouts an exasperated Hardy. "Enough already! You're holding up the whole damn show!" Finally, Coyote hangs up the phone, much to Funyon's relief, and takes the microphone from the ring announcer's hand. "I am not in the SWF," Coyote begins, "because of my DNA." The audience continues booing Coyote, but he does his best to ignore them. "I am not here because Creative Control felt sorry for me. I am not here simply because my father happens to be Longdogger Pete. I am here--" Coyote stops suddenly as another chant breaks out. L - D - P! L - D - P! L - D - P! "You won't be seeing him tonight," says Coyote angrily, "no matter how much you call his name. I sent his ass to the hospital, dammit! "As I was saying. I am here because I have the drive and the talent to succeed here. I proved it last week on AftershoX, and I will continue to prove it every damn day! I will make it in this business!" Coyote's expression softens. "Hey, dog, how 'bout that? I can actually say the word 'business.' Looks like I can do something you can't." "Who is he talking to?" asks King. "I think he's talking to LDP!" says Hardy. "Tonight," continues Coyote, "I have a shot at Zyon and the SWF Cruiserweight Title. However, I won't be alone. The match will be a triple threat match, and the match's other challenger is a guy by the name of Christian Fury..." Another round of applause breaks out at the mention of Fury's name. "I do believe you know the guy," says Coyote, continuing to speak to his absent father. "I also know that as an active wrestler you were never able to defeat him. So tonight on Lockdown... when I become the new SWF Cruiserweight Champion... I'm going to do something else that you can't do." His voice takes on a hard edge. "I will kick Christian Fury's ass!" Coyote drops the microphone and climbs out of the ring as "I'm Alive" hits the speakers again. "A determined Kevin Coyote making his presence felt tonight on Lockdown!" exclaims Hardy. "Will he be victorious in his quest for the Cruiserweight Title - and his own personal validation? Find out tonight on Lockdown!" The camera fades out to a commercial break. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Justice 0 Report post Posted February 9, 2006 The SWF cameras pan back to ringside, the sounds of fans responding to absolutely nothing somewhat noticeable, before the lights dim. Slightly, the dimly lit arena fades to complete darkness and a sense of fear and coldness rises and filters over the arena like a fog consuming the minds and the bodies of nearly everyone who sits befuddled by the darkness. Some camera flashes overtake parts of the crowd and a number of lighters flicker open to reveal star-like blotches all around the arena. A dark red spotlight blankly begins to take form near the front of the ring as the keyboard for “Colony” by In Flames faintly begins to play triumphing into the guitar and drums as the spotlight traces a path up the stage, stopping and lighting up a hooded figure near the top. “Here we go,” exclaims Pete, ready to kick the match off, “Tonight we witness the return of Archie Griffon who’ll be taking on Asia Underground’s own Michael Cross, who has yet to be defeated in the SWF after two matches. It’ll be more than interesting to see how the young and inexperienced Mike Cross will fare against a former champion, especially under the tutelage of Mr. Kobe, who is accompanying Cross to the ring here tonight.” Atop the stage, Cross and Kobe stand side by side as the crowd responds lightly to their presence. Kobe places a hand on Cross’ shoulder and Cross looks up straight into the camera with a glare that blazes the lens, melting a hole with a fierce and unwavering stare. Kobe removes his hand, and Cross stamps down the stage loosely, stopping for no one. Cross walks straight through and slides into the ring, neglecting to make his presence even remotely felt, as the spotlight fades away and the strobe lights kick in. Kobe walks up the steps and pulls himself through the gap between the second and third rope. The crowd cheers lightly, as Cross gears right into a warm up routine, Kobe approaching and coaching Cross as the lights return to normality and the music fades into a distant silence. “This is a very different Suicide Machine than we’ve seen in the last week and a half, King,” proclaims Pete as the cameras cut to a split-screen replay showing Cross violently and quickly charging, first, Ced Ordonez and then, second, Jason Von Dierch, “He seems far more controlled and focused to work smarter than in his last two matches.” “That’s one of the things I liked,” proclaims King with a disapproving tone, “Cross has changed, this guy’s just plain weak!” Longdogger looks over to his broadcast partner and simply sighs, looking back at the ring and waiting patiently for Cross’ opponent, Archie Griffon. The arena once again fades to darkness as the fans give off a mixed reaction, several fans booing and several more cheering. “Bloodlust of the Human Condition” by Unearth plays loudly as the darkness overtakes the entire arena. Then, blinding white pyro sets off on the stage momentarily blinding the fans who respond in awe. Out steps the former International Champion Arch Griffon who power walks right through at his own pace, looking technical and as dangerous as ever. The crowd reaches out to tag the former champion, but is ignored as Arch makes his way to the ring. He scales the steps and then topples in one big step over the top rope and into the ring, looking like an unstoppable force. “What we have here is a true David and Goliath story,” exclaims Pete summing the size difference between the two in a single sentence, “Michael Cross is going to have to topple a mountain of a man if he wants to keep his unbeaten record intact tonight!” Matthew Kivell enters the ring as both men look ready and rearing to go, both men now wrapping up their warm up routines. Kobe gives off a few last words of advice to Cross as the camera approaches the two “You on your own tonight, son,” says Kobe patiently and bluntly, “You conquer your own battles.” Cross nods in response, and Kivell rings the bell. Cross stands still, a completely changed man, as he cracks his neck to the left and right, and then waits for Griffon to come out and make the first move. Griffon steps forward and Cross is off, circling his opponent using his speed to his advantage. The cameras quickly zoom in on the chest of Mike Cross which is bandaged tightly with black and dark red sports tape, pulling back to catch Griffon using Cross’ speed against him, timing his movement and backing him into the ropes. He presses him back and then whips him across the ring. Griffon steps forward looking to power right through Cross upon rebound, but Cross slides through a kick attempt down and through the legs of Griffon who turns only to be met with a nasty kick to the leg. Griffon shakes it off, and Cross backs away using his clear speed advantage to work away from Griffon who swats Cross away like a fly. “Cross has all the speed, but the power and size Griffon has is just so tremendous, he has to outweigh Cross by almost 70 pounds,” exclaims Pete who watches on as Cross speeds around Griffon. In the ring, Griffon steps awkwardly around in a circle looking to time Cross and set him up again, which he quickly does, using power to force him back against the ropes. Griffon wastes too much time attempting to whip Cross through the ropes allowing Cross to hit a low and questionable elbow to Arch’s “midsection”, which sends him stumbling forward, back turned to the ropes. He quickly rebounds and angrily presses Cross to the ropes, however, Cross ducks down and dips his body quickly through them leaving one leg through. He leans over hanging onto the ropes and delivers another questionable blow, this time with his shin. Griffon stumbles forward again, and Cross pulls his body all the way through the ropes. Griffon catches himself from toppling over allowing Cross to spring his feet up to the third rope. The Suicide Machine leaps across the ring and lays down a hard hitting dropkick pushing Griffon even further forward, stumbling forward into the ropes across from where Cross had been standing. Griffon slightly rebounds backward, as Cross looks up stunned that Arch hasn’t toppled despite his best efforts. He quickly uses his head and uses his position on the mat to roll up Griffon who falls to his back as Kivell slides down and into position for the count. ONE… “NOT EVEN CLOSE,” yells Pete in response to a thunderous kickout that sends Cross flinging back to his BUTT and into the ropes that Griffon had rebounded off of just moments before. On the outside, Kobe looks on intrigued as he watches intently, almost emotionless. Cross, however, looks up stunned that the 6’4’’ 300+ pound monster is already rumbling back to his feet. He slides his body smoothly out the ring and looks up at the feat he has yet to conquer, regrouping himself. Griffon looks down at Cross and then fires back off the ropes uncharacteristically and comes across looking for his Bloodlust Plancha. He stops himself as Cross flinches and moves out of the way. Griffon looks down, and slides through using the momentum he had to get to Cross before he can regain his composure and use his speed to evade the big man. Griffon uses a clubbing left hand which sends Cross to his BUTT, looking up and awing at the shear power of Griffon who quickly uses Cross’ loose limbs to pull him back to his feet. He hooks his arm over the neck of Cross in a front facelock, and then throws Cross’ arm over his own head, and snaps him down into a suplex that sends Cross flying to his back thudding the mat as the crowd responds in shock to the thunderous sound of Cross’ flesh smacking the mats outside the ring. “OH,” shouts Pete undeniably at the nasty suplex that Arch laid on Cross, “A nasty snap suplex by Arch who just sent Cross hammering to his back!” Outside the ring, Cross sits up quickly revealing a nasty red mark across his back, folding forward and falling flat to his stomach. Griffon powers back to his feet, and then once again scoops Cross to his feet, this time rolling him under the ropes and into the ring. Arch pulls himself up to the apron using a big step and the second rope. He steps over and then picks Cross back up. Griffon presses him into the corner and then overhand slaps his chest which sends razor blades and needles etching through Cross’ flesh as he responds in agony, but shaking off the pain as if it’s nothing. Griffon presses him back hard, and then launches him across the ring sending him thundering into the corner. Arch chugs forward like a train and launches at Cross who manages to use the ropes to balance and lift his legs, placing them atop the shoulders of Arch, however, is folded into an accordion. Arch picks Cross up and then slams him down, his head colliding into the top turnbuckle, as Cross manages to hold on still. Griffon looks down in anger as Kobe watches on outside the ring. He pulls back stretching Cross out. Cross lets go suddenly and twists, falling to his back and sending arch over and onto his hip using Griffon’s impatience to remove himself from the compromising position. Cross fires to his feet while Griffon sulks heavily to his own, slowly following Cross who fires several stomps and kicks to the abdomen of Arch who is kneeling, slowing him as he works trying to get back to his feet. Cross uses his speed to his advantage and springs off the ropes and hits Griffon with a crushing dropkick straight to his face, folding him to his back. “OH,” yell both King and Pete in unison, Pete taking over again, “A thunderous kick, but the monster still hasn’t been stopped, he’s already climbing back to his feet, King!” Griffon again heavily attempts to get back to his feet, as Cross anxiously moves to the top rope of the turnbuckle closest to Arch, who finally manages to pick his heavy body back to his feet. He turns, and is met with a flying body-like splash by Cross, but is caught and held onto. Griffon lifts Cross up and turns, looking for a spinning spinebuster, however, Cross manages to loosen himself free, spinning out and taking Arch over with him for a quick arm drag. Cross plays the speed card and slides back over to his feet, slower this time, as Arch uses the momentum to slide near the ropes, using them as means to lift himself back to his feet. Cross fires over towards Griffon, who uses Cross’ momentum against him and lifts Cross up and over attempting to back body drop him over the ropes and to the outside, however, Cross catches himself and lands feet first on the apron. Griffon turns and is met with a clapping right slap that he denies. Cross attempts another, but is met with a clubbing right blow that sends him nearly off the apron. Cross fights to stay on, but Arch attacks him with another thunderous club sending Cross back yet again, still hanging on though. Griffon pulls Cross towards him, and then lifts him up. Arch drops him down onto the ropes which lines his stomach knocking the breath out of him. He drags him forward a bit with his legs still draped across the top rope, locking him in a headlock and standing to his left. He lifts Cross, and then sits, crushing his forehead into the mat with the boost to his legs contorting his neck and back in a vicious way. The crowd lets out a huge “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!” “OH, HE KILLED HIM,” claims Pete in utter shock, “The Lion and the Dragon with extra help has GOT TO put Cross away for a three, COVER!” Kivell slides over and into position for a pin attempt. ONE…! TWO…! THREE!! NO! The ref holds up a two count and then directs the entire crowds attention to Cross’ foot which hangs over the first rope, breaking the - what would’ve been - three count. Griffon looks back down at his prey, and immediately goes back to work without any question. He drags Cross to the center of the ring, and lifts his head up revealing his nose which looks to be broken, dripping blood down to the mat after the brutal drop from Archie. Arch drags Cross to his feet not struggling to drag a near limp Mike back to his feet. Griffon scoops up Cross, and then drops him down for a powerslam that further relieves Cross of his breath. Arch stalks back to his feet and flings off the ropes, dropping down on Cross for a leg drop which crushes Mike’s windpipe. Arch goes for a quick cover. ONE…! TWO…! NO! Cross manages a kickout, this time finally getting to Griffon who drags Cross violently back to his feet. Griffon drags Cross between his legs and lifts him up for a piledriver, hooking his hands over the leg of Cross, seeking to finally end the match with his finisher the Arch Nemesis. “It looks like Arch is through playing games with Mike Cross,” claims Pete watching on, “He’s looking to put him away with the Arch Nemesis!” Just before Griffon can drop down Cross begins to fight off the move. Cross lifts his head doing a sit up, but is unable to keep it. Refusing to give up, Cross thrusts a kick to the head of Arch who stumbles a bit but continues to stand strong. Just as it looks like Griffon is about to finish off Cross, Mike escapes and locks in a brutal-looking armbar after breaking the lock that Arch had on his hands. Cross moves his body from between Arch’s body and to the side, locking the armbar even tighter as Griffon drops to his knee agonizing in pain over his position. Cross constricts the hold on Griffon who leans his head back and lets out a loud yell. “Cross has Arch in a compromising position,” yells Longdogger, excited, “Look at how deep he has that armbar locked, he’s literally hanging off the arm of Griffon who looks to be in intense pain! This can’t go on much longer!” Cross tightens his grip on Griffon, his arm being jerked and torn, his elbow looking totally tattered as Cross continues to hang, his legs allowing him to tear away both the shoulder and elbow of Arch who can’t seem to shake off Cross. Griffon attempts to stand, but falls back to his knees as the crowd looks on, sitting on the edge of their seats while intently watching to see if Arch will tap out. Cross continues to rip and pull as Griffon again makes a move to stand, lifting finally to his feet. He lifts Cross up and then drops him down in attempt to knock him off his arm, but to no avail. Cross gets it even deeper and Griffon is running out of time. He runs at the ropes in attempt to grab a hold of them to break it, also using it to swat Cross off of his arm. Cross pulls on Griffon’s arm all the way through the ropes, dragging Arch out the ring who can barely balance in the intense pain. Kivell yells to Cross to break the hold, counting away. ONE…! Cross dangles out of the ring as Griffon drops to a knee in an attempt to wait out the pain. TWO..! Cross’ body is convulsing in an attempt to get Griffon to tap. THREE…! Griffon screams loudly, his muscles nearly tearing and peeling from their sockets, pinching at the nerves creating excruciating pain. FOUR…! Cross lets go of the hold and drops on his BUTT to the apron, as Arch stands and walks with his back turned to Cross, clutching at his arm like a wounded animal. Cross doesn’t stop, springing to the third rope and deliver a spinning wheel kick that catches Arch spot on the arm, sending him down in pain. “Cross may have dislocated both Arch’s shoulder and elbow,” fires Pete, “And he’s still going after him!” “That’s taking advantage of a TRUE weakness,” proclaims King ignorantly. Cross stalks behind Griffon and begins stomping away at the arm, as Griffon attempts to swat Cross away, leaving his arm unaided and dangling. Arch manages to club Cross back with his good arm, his bad one dangling sickly as if torn directly out of the socket. Cross steps at Griffon who swats a gruesome looking blow, which Cross ducks. Griffon stumbles forward, and Cross leans and delivers a gut wrenching kick to the stomach of Arch who leans forward. Cross uses Arch’s arm to get back in front by twirling over his back. He kicks his legs into position and locks in the devastating armbar yet again, Arch falling forward allowing Cross a more vital and vicious position. “HERE WE GO AGAIN,” yells Pete exuberantly, “Cross has the monster on his knees!” Kivell kneels down to Griffon, asking twice if he’s ready to tap. Cross torques the arm as Griffon doesn’t respond. Arch screams, and then goes limp as Cross constricts the arms in such a nasty position that the ref signals for the bell, Griffon’s arm looking utterly disfigured from the devastating armbar put on him by Cross. “It’s over, folks,” claims Pete, “A few mistakes lead to an opening for Michael Cross who worked the advantages in his favor to submit his Goliath, his own Mount Everest!” Kobe raises Cross’ arm in triumph as the ref aids to Griffon who describes his wound in pain. “Colony” by In Flames hits as Kobe and Cross leave, Kobe giving him a few tips as the cameras pan off to break. “Yet another amazing feat conquered by new comer Michael Cross,” complimenting Cross on a hard fought battle, “You have to believe that had Griffon not left himself open to the armbar that he would’ve maintained control and finished Cross off inevitably. A hard fought battle and the use of exploiting several advantages has allowed Cross to leave tonight with his record intact, despite the fact that he was a major underdog!” Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Justice 0 Report post Posted February 9, 2006 "As you may or may not have noticed thus far, tonight Landon Maddix is absent from Lockdown." Benjamin Hardy begins as we come back from commercial/video package/whatever. Beside him, Suicide King beams from ear to ear and the very fact Hardy is making. "Maddix was understandably disappointed at not becoming two-time Clusterfuck Champion just two Sundays ago at Clusterfuck. Now, until a few days ago, we didn't know just HOW disappointed he was. We've obtained exclusive footage of what went down after Landon was eliminated from the Clusterfuck. This footage takes place with the Clusterfuck match in progress and it's...well, pretty interesting footage. Take a look." "No no no no no no NO!" Storming through the curtains and arriving in the backstage area, the fuming frame of Landon Maddix comes into sight, yelling away at the top of his lungs. He's not the first tonight. Far from it. The road agents standing around the entrance position have seen the great and good of the SWF's reactions to elimination from the Clusterfuck firsthand. Some have turned the air blue. Some have shouted. Some have sworn revenge. Some have just been really gutted and walked past, silently, heads hung and swimming with thoughts of an opportunity missed. *SMAAAAASSHH!* But, none of them have picked up any of the handily placed and pretty darn important T.V monitors and slammed them into a wall. Until now. "How could this fucking HAPPEN!?! HOW!?!" Landon walks away from the 'go' position, leaving the road agents and members of the production team watching on in shock at his outburst. The look in Landon's eyes is scarily blank as he stops in his tracks and stares at the floor beneath his feet. This match was more important than any other in his career. The stakes were high for anyone. But, for Landon, it was for more than just a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship. It wasn't about being two-time Cluterfuck Champion number one of one. Those three fighting in that ring couldn't begin to feel the way Landon had felt about winning this Clusterfuck this year. It was personal. And now, it's all gone. Somewhere, he's watching and laughing. "Woah woah, Landon! Landon, wait up!" Turning his head, Landon still looks blank as referee Sexton Hardcastle runs through the curtain carrying one of the SWF Tag Team Title belts in his hands. "You forgot thi - " Glaring a hole through the well-meaning referee, Landon swipes downwards and smacks the belt out of Hardcastle's hands, not taking a second look as his title bounces off the concrete floor. Hardcastle isn't quite sure what to think, putting Landon's mood down merely to Clusterfuck loss frustration. "Jeez, calm down Landon. There's always next year." Hardcastle chuckles to himself a little as he bends down to pick up the belt... *SMACK!* ...KAWADA KICK! Hardcastle's head briefly snaps upwards before he slumps facedown on the floor, groaning half-consciously with a hand over his nose. "Calm down!?! Do you not realise what I've just lost out there, you pathetic tool!?! I've just lost TWELVE MONTHS of my life!! This was my ONE chance to rectify the past year's mistakes and turn my career around at From The Fire. My ONE chance! And it's GONE! So don't tell me to frikkin' calm down because you don't have any idea how I'm feeling right now. This belt means NOTHING to me! Nothing means anything anymore, because the one thing I want and the one thing that I need is that World Title shot at From The Fire. And that one thing that I want is being fought over by three guys who don't realise just how much of an opportunity they've STOLEN away from me!!" Landon stops. He realises the state of mind he's been worked into and takes a deep breath to try and calm himself down, which doesn't really do him a lot of good. Only one thing's going to do him any good right now (besides maybe some valium) and that's out of his reach. What he does now is anyone's guess. "You know, I always had my suspicions, but I guess that confirms it. Landon Maddix simply hasn't gotten over his loss at From The Fire 2005." Hardy philosophises. "I hate to say it, but I really can't blame Landon this time." muses King right back. "It's no secret what I think about Landon Maddix. But, it's not just that he lost to Toxxic...but the way he lost to Toxxic. He almost had his neck broken, Pete." "Uhm...I'm not Pete. I'm Benjamin Har..." "You and I were there..." continues King, ignoring Hardy. "He was nearly crippled by that Demonstar Driver from Toxxic. Something like that is bound to shake you up." "It's done that and then some! He's more than just 'shaken up'...Landon seems pretty damn unstable right now!" "He's been scatty ever since From The Fire." argues King. "The Cortez thing, the Megan thing. Everything with Max. Changing his entire wrestling style on a sudden whim. All of that ties in with Toxxic dumping him on his neck like he did. Thing is, Clusterfuck was his last chance to really do anything about it...at least until Clusterfuck 2007. He screwed that up and now he's got last year hanging over his head for another 12 months or so. If I didn't think he was an incompetent nobody, I might even feel sorry for him. But..." King shrugs his shoulders and goes back to his copy of GQ. Whether he'd be reading it had it not been free (ie, lying around backstage) is anyone's guess, but it never hurts to brush up on your style now and again. And, anything's more interesting to King than Landon Maddix. "Uhm...well, in that case, let's move on." Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Justice 0 Report post Posted February 9, 2006 Lockdown returns from a commercial for Cyclone Comet's Cyclone-Os, and the Rose Garden roars with excitement. "Welcome back to Lockdown, live from the Rose Garden in Portland, Oregon!" King exclaims, oddly taking over the absent Longdogger Pete's shill role. "God it stinks in here. What is this, an ass factory?" Ben Hardy asks. "You just haven't been exposed to the combination of beer, corn dogs, and sweaty men in a while," King replies. "We've had one match, though. I don't think there was that much perspiration," Ben says. "I never said from the wrestlers. Take a look at the lard bucket behind you," King states, pointing. "Jesus, who is that, HamSauce?" Hardy wonders. "Shit, uh, we've got some great action scheduled tonight! What's next, King?" "Nice save," King mutters. "Right now, one poorly named wrestler in the form of Jimmy the Doom will attempt to take on a fine specimen of villainy known as The Crimson Skull." *BANG!* "Christ, what was that?!" Ben screams. "You have been away from the ring for a long time," King marvels. As the gold sparks fizzle out and the Dance Squad bumps and grinds to "Gonna Make You Sweat (Everybody Dance Now!)" courtesy of C & C Music Factory. "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, being accompanied by his assistant and man-servant, Heff, currently residing in Kiev, Ukraine, he weighs two hundred, eighty-five pounds, THE CRRRIIIMSON SSSKULL!" Funyon bellows. Skull and Heff walk down the ramp, making threatening gestures towards the crowd. Heff hurries ahead of his master and holds open the ring ropes, doing whatever he can to keep his job. Skull climbs inside and extends his arms, allowing Heff to remove his flowing cape and keep it away from Funyon's greasy hands (He is deep-fried, after all). "I wonder what Heff will do if The Crimson Skull loses this match and he gets fired," Hardy says. "Are you kidding? There's no way Jimmy the Dumb beats Skull!" "Well, hypothetically speaking, then," Ben replies, trying to make conversation. "Okay, let's see. He is an evil assistant, so maybe he could find a position in the Bush administration." (OH MY GOD, POLITICS!) Silence slowly takes over, and the Dance Squad retreats. Moments later, the lights go out completely, and dozens of footsteps can be heard on the ramp. "What the hell is going on?!" Ben shrieks. "Something touched my leg!" A cadre of hooded druid-like figures march down the ramp, chanting one word over and over: DOOM! DOOM! DOOM! DOOM! DOOM! They reach the ring and fan out, surrounding the squared circle except for the area facing the ramp. The lights snap back on to reveal Ben Hardy standing up, wielding a chair, and staring at a downed technician. "I panicked, and I thought he was trying to kill me," Ben offers before sitting back down. Boots Randolph's invigorating tune, "Yakety Sax" blares over the speakers and the duo of Lois the Unethical and Jimmy the Doom, topped with a Sherlock Holmesian deerstalker, head down to the ring. "And his opponent, being accompanied by Lois the Unethical, from Doomopolis, Doomtopia, he weighs two hundred, twenty-five pounds, JIIMMMEEE THE DOOOOOOOM!" Funyon shouts. Doom doffs his hat and hands it to Lois for safe keeping before sliding into the ring. Referee Tony Herrera quickly pats down both men, but his search turns up nothing, so he signals for the bell. DING! DING! DING! Jimmy moves in towards the heavier Skull, and eats a jab to the nose. Doom shakes off the punch as best he can, but is quickly cracked with another one. Jimmy takes a step back, putting himself out of Skull's range, but is still close enough to nail the super villain with a shotei uppercut. Enraged, The Crimson Skull darts in and swings wide, looking for a right hook to decapitate Jimmy, but the Doomtopian snaps off a kick to Skull's exposed ribs, stopping the big guy in his tracks. FELDSPAR! "Nice striking duel going on, but I'm in the mood for some technical displays. Hopefully these guys can deliver," Ben states. "Don't hold your breath, Ben. Jimmy's too stupid to know a headlock from a hammerlock, and The Crimson Skull is big enough that he doesn't have to know." Skull backs away from Doom, wincing slightly before offering to engage in a tie up. Jimmy obliges, and predictably, The Crimson Skull launches Doom into the ropes. Jimmy rushes back off the rebound and leaps, spinning through the air and crashing into Skull with an elbow to the chest. The big man absorbs the blow and slams both hands down onto the top of Doom's head. CADUCEUS! "Double axehandle from The Crimson Skull after a pretty ineffective corkscrew elbow from Jimmy the Doom," Hardy says. "Get used to saying that in regards to Jimmy the Doom. Everything about him is ineffective," King replies. Skull grabs hold of Jimmy's hair, shoves the Doomtopian forward, and drives him into the mat with a clothesline. Skull flips Jimmy onto his back and makes a cover, remembering to grind his forearm across Jimmy's jaw. Herrera drops down to count the pin. FOOG-No! "Doom kicks out, and I'm not surprised. It should take a lot more to keep any SWF superstar down for the three count." "Well, Ben, there's a problem with that. Jimmy the Doom is in no way a superstar. He's the Extreme Hound of your generation," King points out. "Oh...oh!" Hardy replies, catching on. The Crimson Skull lifts Doom off the mat and boots him in the stomach. Jimmy hunches over, but only for a moment, and swiftly rises up, smashing his cranium into Skull's jaw. TRIUMVIRATE! After the hands-free jawbreaker, Jimmy snags Skull and takes him to the mat with a DDT. Doom kips up and heads for a turnbuckle. Jimmy climbs up, turns around, and leaps off, driving his knee into The Crimson Skull's spine. James the Doom (A name only his mother calls him) pulls the current Ukrainian to his feet and smacks him with a kick to the chest. Doom races off to the ropes, bounces back, and stretches his right arm out, looking for a clothesline. However, perhaps by sheer dumb luck, The Crimson Skull throws out his right arm, snagging Jimmy in a half nelson. Skull pulls Doom in close and blasts him with a kidney punch. "Ooh, Jimmy the Doom is going to be pissing blood later tonight," Hardy points out. Skull lands another punch to the renal organ, this one lifting Jimmy a few inches off the mat. "And all of next week," King adds. The super villain crashes another fist into Jimmy's lower back and releases the half nelson at the same time, causing the Doomtopian to fly forward a few feet. PECULATION! "Better make it a whole month," Ben says. Skull reaches forward, grabbing Jimmy around the neck and drops with a reverse DDT. The Crimson Skull slides around and hooks Jimmy's leg. FOOG! FOOG! F-No! "And Doom gets a shoulder up! After a brutal assault on his kidney, Jimmy the Doom is still in this match." "Ben, Ben, Ben. You need to watch matches more often instead of taking a crap and passing out in the bathroom. Jimmy the Doom has absolutely no chance of winning this match. He's just dragging it out because he's too stupid to get his ass knocked around, get beat, and collect his paycheck," Suicide King states. Skull lifts Doom off the mat, grabs him by the wrist and whips him towards the ropes. Jimmy turns around at the last second and shoots out a hand, catching Skull in the throat. Doom stops, composes himself and knocks Skull to the mat with a dropkick. "A quick Hand of Doom put a stop to The Crimson Skull's offense, and now Jimmy the Doom has a chance to capitalize," Ben says. "Just a temporary anomaly, Ben. Nothing more," King replies. Jimmy gets to his feet and walks away from Skull, trying to stretch out a bit. Doom rests against the ropes and leans back, waiting for the super villain to rise. Slowly, the Ukrainian stands up, and Doom charges. Jimmy leaps into the air, looking for a flying front kick, but Skull jumps as well, wrapping his arms around the Doomtopian and slamming him into the mat with a spear. FLUOROSCOPE! "Told you so, Ben," King says. "That you did, King. That you did." Skull stays on top of Doom and makes a cover. FOOG! FOOG! FOO-No! "Shoulder up from Jimmy the Doom after a ring-shaking spear by way of The Crimson Skull!" Hardy exclaims. "Skull's just toying with him. He could end this match whenever he wanted to," King states confidently. Skull gets to his knees, wraps both hands around Jimmy's throat and rises, pulling Doom up as well. Before Tony Herrera has a chance to start a five-count (After holding down his ear and saying something about mercury), the super villain tosses Doom into the corner. The Crimson Skull rushes in and jumps, sandwiching Doom between the turnbuckles and Skull's bulky frame. Skull moves in close, shielding his actions from Herrera, but an attentive camera man circles around, showing the super villain peppering Jimmy's torso and head with short punches. "That was always a favorite move of mine: Hiding your actions from the ref," King says, reminiscing of times past. "Well, I don't know how effective it's going to be tonight, as the referee seems to have a good idea of what's going on," Ben points out. "That's not fair! Unless that zebra has undisputable proof of wrong doing, then The Crimson Skull should be free to do as he pleases!" King shouts. "So you're in favor of the 'it's only a crime if you get caught' theory?" Hardy asks. "Of course! What self-respecting cheater isn't?" King retorts. Despite being outweighed by at least fifty pounds, Tony Herrera manages to pull Skull away and admonishes him about using closed fist punches. The super villain holds up his hands innocently, then turns around, left arm cocked back to bash Jimmy again, but instead cracks him with an elbow to the mouth. ONTOGENY! Jimmy begins to stagger out of the corner, but Skull keeps him back in the buckles with a shoulder charge. The Ukrainian straightens up and smashes Doom in the chest with an elbow. Skull drives in another elbow before ducking low and wrapping up Jimmy. The Crimson Skull spins around, walks out of the corner and drills Doom into the mat with a spine buster, staying down to make a cover. RADICCHIO! FOOG! FOOG! FOOG-No! "Kick out again by Jimmy the Doom! He's taken a lot of punishment pretty early on in this match, but he keeps coming back. Of course, according to the Suicide King, all of that is meaningless because The Crimson Skull will be victorious regardless," Ben states. "Damn straight, Hardy. I know you're only a temporary replacement, but you'd better get with the program and start agreeing with me to keep things running smoothly. I still keep the Ace of Clubs up my sleeve should the situation arise," King threatens. The Crimson Skull rises to his feet and aims a kick at Jimmy's head. TYCOON! Skull turns his back on Doom and makes for the turnbuckles. The super villain slowly ascends to the top rope, faces back towards Jimmy, and jumps. "Here comes the Crimson Splash! If The Crimson Skull can hit this, the match should be over," Ben states. Skull drops like a rock and viciously assaults the canvas with his torso, sparing Jimmy the Doom from damage. "But no! Jimmy the Doom rolled out of the way moments before impact, and I think this match has swung back to the Doomtopian's favor," Hardy notes. "Ah, but your mother," King shoots back. Jimmy gets back up and waits patiently for Skull to do the same. The Ukrainian regains his vertical base, but it's only momentarily as Doom snags him with a front facelock and sends him back down with a snap suplex. Doom bounces back up, motors towards the ropes, springs off and drops an elbow across Skull's chest. Jimmy reaches out to hook a leg and Tony Herrera drops to count the pin. FOOG! FOOG! FOOG! No! "Near fall for Jimmy the Doom, and it looks like The Crimson Skull isn't as good at taking punishment as he is at dishing it out," Hardy states. "He doesn't have to be, Ben. Not if he can dish out more than Doom can take," King points out. Jimmy starts to pull Skull back to a standing position, but stops as the super villain's knee catches him between the groin. Doom doubles over and The Crimson Skull slaps on a front facelock before falling backwards. "See, Ben? Excellent use of a knee right there, and The Crimson Skull followed it up with a nice DDT to put himself back in control of this match," King says. Skull rises to his feet, ready to stomp away at Jimmy the Doom, but Tony Herrera, now stooped with age and banging an invisible gavel, admonishes him for the low blow. Skull ignores the mentally unbalanced referee and hauls Doom off the mat. The super villain launches Jimmy into the ropes and blasts the Doomtopian with a right cross that spins him around. FORSOOTH! Doom exposes his back to Skull, and pays for it as the Ukrainian's finger tips dig into Jimmy's lower back. "That's got to be bad for Jimmy the Doom, particularly that kidney. The Crimson Skull looks like he's trying to rip through the flesh or something," Ben notes. "Maybe he watched the Firefly movie a lot," King offers. Jimmy's knees start to buckle, but before he drops, he places his arms across his chest and shielding his throat, preventing The Crimson Skull from locking on the dreaded Pop Your Skull! Frustrated, Skull simply bashes Jimmy in the back of the head with a double axehandle. REFULGENT! "Jimmy the Doom blocked that Pop Your Skull! attempt, but he still got wanged on the head pretty hard." "Yes, it was a mighty wang to the head," King adds. The Crimson Skull yanks Jimmy up roughly by his hair, laughing off a weak shotei to the chest. Skull whips Doom to the ropes, laces his fingers together, and begins spinning around. "Looks like The Crimson Skull is planning on knocking Jimmy the Doom into the stands with a discuss double axehandle," Ben says. "Well, he did represent the Super Villain team in the Super Olympics during the eighties in the hammer throw," King points out. However, Jimmy the Doom seems to be doing a good job of ignoring the pain and he ducks under Skull's axehandle (An impressive feat at 6'5") and keeps on going towards the opposite set of ropes. Confused at the lack of a Doomtopian face connecting with his fist, Skull stops, gets his bearings and looks for Doom. The super villain turns around, right into a flying Doomtopian foot. GNEISS! "What a flying snap kick from Jimmy the Doom! He knocked The Crimson Skull back a few feet with that one!" Hardy exclaims. "That was nothing. Skull is going to get up in a second and smash Jimmy's head with one punch," King replies. Doom puts on the brakes, stumbles backwards, and drops on top of Skull with a lateral press. Tony Herrera, apparently in the midst of 'roid rage, flexes his nonexistant muscles and drops to count the pin, only instead of slapping the mat, he showcases his elbow-fu skills by smashing the canvas with his joints. FOOG! FOOG! FOOG! FOOG! FOO-NO! "And Skull gets a shoulder up! This match hasn't been going on for very long, but already both men have taken a lot of pounding, and it's going to be interesting to see who manages to outlast whom." "Jesus, Ben, haven't you been listening to a word I've said? The Crimson Skull is going to win this match because he is good, and Jimmy the Doom sucks," King says. The Doomtopian picks the Ukrainian off the mat and shunts him to the ropes. Skull bounces back and Jimmy rushes towards the bigger man before jumping into the air and wrapping his arms and legs around Skull's torso. "Flying body scissors from Jimmy the Doom, but he hasn't quite managed to get the takedown portion. However, he does seem to have trapped The Crimson Skull's arms to his sides," Ben points out. "Jesus, has anyone told that moron that move looks really gay?" Hardy mumbles in sotto voce. "I think so, but he probably doesn't care," King replies in a whisper. Seeing as the move is somewhat a bearhug, the same way that tofu is somewhat food, Tony Herrera asks The Crimson Skull if he'd like to submit. Lacking the use of his arms to smack the referee for such an idiotic question, Skull simply shakes his head and moves towards the turnbuckles. Picking up momentum, the super villain charges in, smashing Jimmy's back into the corner, but the Doomtopian keeps his hold clamped on tight. Skull backs out and drives Doom in the buckles a second time, but with the same result. Abandoning that plan, The Crimson Skull turns around, and climbs to the bottom rope. With his hands at his sides, Skull manages to get to the middle rope, but no higher and simply falls forward. SEMIOTICS! Doom still won't relent, though, but his shoulders are flat against the mat, and Tony Herrera drops to count the pin. FOOG! FOOG! FOOG! FOOG! FO-No! Doom rolls a shoulder off the canvas, but falls back seconds later. To add to his predicament, The Crimson Skull manages to free an arm and punch Jimmy in the nose. MICROFICHE! "My word. Jimmy the Doom really is an idiot. There's no way in hell that The Crimson Skull will submit to that body scissors, but he still won't let go," Ben says, bemused. "Now you're catching on," King replies, genially patting Hardy on the back. Skull lands another blow and finally frees his other arm. However, Jimmy the Doom simply pulls Skull close, preventing the super villain from landing any punches to Jimmy's face, only the side of the head at awkward angles. The Crimson Skull grows weary of what amounts to flailing, grabs the back of Jimmy's head and pulls, giving Skull enough room to put a forearm against Doom's chest. The Crimson Skull pushes with all his might, eventually forcing a big enough gap to wrap both hands around Jimmy the Doom's throat. "Pop Your Skull! The Crimson Skull has that vicious choke hold locked on, and I don't think Jimmy the Doom is in a position to break it!" Hardy exclaims. "Nary a man ever is, Benjamin," King responds sagely. Tony Herrera slides down to see if Jimmy is keen to submit, but no intelligible sounds escape the Doomtopian's lips, and his hands are both hard at work, trying to pry Skull's hands from his throat. Doom claws at Skull for a moment, but is soon struck by inspiration and proceeds to strike The Crimson Skull with rapid-fire palm strikes to the face. "Look at those shoteis! Jimmy the Doom is like a piston, just firing off one after the other," Ben marvels. "Hey! That's Ghost Machine's job!" King protests. "Then again, Jimmy the Doom's brain function is probably low enough for an infinite loop possibility." Reluctantly, Jimmy breaks off the body scissors he'd kept on so ferverently and plants his feet on the mat. Doom drops his hands, only to threat them between Skull's arms and break the villain's grip, rolling him over and trapping Skull's arms in the process. His face slowly losing its red tint, Jimmy the Doom leans back then cracks The Crimson Skull with a mighty headbutt. PLENIPOTENTIARY! Doom makes a quarter turn and hooks Skull's far leg. FOOG! FOOG! FOOG! FOOG! FOOG-NO! "Kick out by The Crimson Skull! Jimmy the Doom seems to be a tough nut to crack. His head can obviously take a lot of punishment, so what can The Crimson Skull do to keep him down?" Hardy inquires. "Easy. Break his arms and legs. What torso ever won a match?" Jimmy the Doom gets to his feet and pulls The Crimson Skull forward, putting the super villain in a kneeling position. Doom heads for the ropes, bounces back and dropkicks Skull in the back of his head, sending him face-first into the mat. OCCIDENT! "What a dropkick from Jimmy the Doom! He might be able to seal this match up right now," Ben states. "Not a chance, Ben. Doom is far too stupid to know when he's got the advantage. He'll probably do something idiotic in a few minutes," replies the Suicide King. Doom leaves the Ukrainian on the mat and heads for the turnbuckles, quickly shimmying to the top rope. Jimmy turns to face the ring and jumps off, flipping head over heels. GYNECOLOGY! "Told you so," King says. "You sure did, King, but that did not look good at all. Jimmy the Doom must have misjudged where The Crimson Skull was, because not only did he miss the big guy completely, but he landed on top of his head in the process," Ben points out, obviously shaken by what has happened. The Doomtopian flips over, laying on top of Skull's back, trying to recover from the missed Jimmy's Jump attempt. Slowly, both Doom and The Crimson Skull get to their feet, Jimmy a few seconds sooner than the super villain. Doom smacks Skull with a kick to the face then whips him to the ropes. Doom scoops Skull off the mat, turns him upside down, then right side up before dropping the Ukrainian on a naked Doomtopian knee. "Tilt-a-whirl inverted atomic drop from Jimmy the Doom, and he might be able to go for either the Doomsday or the Doom Factor!" Ben exclaims. "Look, kicking people should be kept strictly to the groin area, and Chris Storm used something similar to the Doom Factor. Chris Storm!" King shouts. Jimmy the Doom grabs for Skull's hair, trying to pull him down, but The Crimson Skull reaches up and swipes at Jimmy's eyes, blurring the Doomtopian's vision. Still pained, the super villain simply shoves the temporarily blinded Jimmy towards the ropes and Heff. The evil assistant grabs at Doom's foot, causing Jimmy to stumble. Doom turns around and leans between the top and middle ropes, snatching for Heff, but The Crimson Skull's assistant produces a blackjack from one of his evil assistant's pouches and smashes Doom in the face. LEGERDEMAIN!! Jimmy stumbles backwards after the mighty blow, right into a schoolboy roll up courtesy of The Crimson Skull! FOOG! FOOG! FOOG! FOOG! FOOG! FOOG! Herrera springs to his feet and signals for the bell, while the boos are pouring in already. DING! DING! DING! "And The Crimson Skull prevails by nefarious means, and I bet you couldn't be happier, King," Hardy says. "Of course! Heff stays, Skull wins, and Jimmy the Doom not only loses, but he got hit in the face really hard!" King beams. "Gonna Make You Sweat (Every Body Dance Now!)" plays for a second time as The Crimson Skull and Heff walk back up the ramp, flanked by druids in a hurry to return to druid camp, leaving Lois the Unethical to tend to Jimmy the Doom, as Lockdown fades to a commercial for the Mormon Tabernacle Choir sings Metal Hits of the 80s Compilation CD. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Justice 0 Report post Posted February 9, 2006 The DaxxAtlantic Logo appears in the bottom right-hand corner of the screen, which can only mean one thing- Oh YEAH~! The new SWF Action Figures for 2006 have arrived! Two ten year old boys huddle over their SWF Wrestling Ring Playset, which displays all the new characters! Insane Luchadore - the hardcore legend who faked his own death is BACK! Comes with a replica light tube and a canister of fake blood, so you can create some classic Insane Luchadore moments! The boys' mother opens the door and steps in, to see one of them stabbing an Ash Ketchum doll in the eye with glass shards while the other stains the carpets with the blood canister! "Boys, what are you doing?!" "Look, ma - Ash just bladed a .8 Muta!" Matt Myers, the man of a thousand faces! Comes with five different costumes! Matt 'Sephiroth' Myers Matt 'E. Honda' Myers Matt 'Goku' Myers Matt 'Monkey Man' Myers And one costume that's so cool, we can't tell you what it is! AWESOME! The boys don't even bother to remove him from the plastic - one look at the packaging, and they simultaneously declare "This toy is gay," before throwing it back at their mother, who begins to sob. Bruce Blank, the King of Ultraviolence! He's equipped with crotch-kicking action, the Ultraviolent Championship title, and a steel chair which doubles as a bottle opener! "I'm tired of playing SWF," says one of the boys. He grabs his Bruce Blank action figure and leaves the room for a moment- *CHINK* *CHINK* -and returns with two open bottles. "It's MILLER time!" Ghost Machine 2.0 - this upgraded version of everyone's favorite action figure comes with twice as many sound clips as the original! Press his button, and he says TWO different things! "Ghost Machine, clean my room!" *BEEP* DOES NOT COMPUTE. *BEEP* "Ghost Machine, do my homework!" *BEEP* PLEASE REPEAT. *BEEP* These new action figures are so awesome, you won't want to play with them in any old REGULAR wrestling ring - pick up the new SWF 2006 Nippon Budokan Playset! It comes with Tables, Ladders, Chairs, and a wide variety of barb-wired covered objects for you to TEAR YOUR OPPONENTS APART! (adult assembly required, use caution: barbwire is very sharp) The new DaxxAtlantic SWF 2006 Action Figures! Available online at TheSWF.net, and whereever decent business standards aren't upheld! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Justice 0 Report post Posted February 9, 2006 "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Lockdown," Ben Hardy says excitedly, "it's wonderful to be here, and-" "Can it, Hardy," Suicide King growls, "you're just trying to make the most of your moment in the spotlight. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if you hired Coyote to take Pete out so you could try your hand at being play-by-play man!" "King, I'm appalled!" Hardy replies, "as if I wanted any harm to come to the Longdogger! Besides," he continues, narrowing his eyes, "don't tell me that you didn't enjoy it, you evil ex-Carnie super-heel." "That's not the point," King argues, "the point is that with him out of the way, I have to put up with you." "Ah, shut it," Hardy snaps, giving up on being excited, "we've got a match next and the last thing we need is your whining; be quiet and let me concentrate." Before King can register his outrage at being insulted in such a way by a lowly backstage interviewer, the crashing start of 'Blitzkrieg Bop' by the Ramones blasts out over the PA system. All eyes turn to the stage which is empty for only a few seconds before a pretty, if rather chubby girl in a Dead Kennedys T-shirt and black skate pants and with her long hair drawn back in a ponytail to expose the shaved sides of her heard makes her way out, taking a long swig from a can of lager as she does so. "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall," Funyon booms as the new arrival runs down the ramp and climbs into the ring, "introducing first, from Nottingham, England; she weighs in at 171lbs; making her SWF debut, please welcome AAAAAAMMMMMYYYYYY… STEEEEEEEEEEE-PHENS!!" As Funyon finishes, Amy climbs up to the second buckle and raises her lager above her head before leading some of the crowd in a quick singalong… "HEY! HO! LET'S GO!" "HEY! HO! LET'S GO!" "HEY! HO! LET'S GO!" "HEY! HO! LET'S GO!" As Joey launches into the first verse Amy drops back down to the mat, takes another swig of lager and then places the can outside the ring on the apron before starting a few warm-up stretches. "Fans, this young lady's name may not be immediately recognisable," Ben Hardy says, "but it's worth bearing in mind that she is the younger sister of the notorious Toxxic, a man who I had many unpleasant experiences interviewing." "Well, I'd say that wrestling is in her blood, but that's obviously a blatant lie," Suicide King says. "Maybe spot-monkeying is in it instead." "If anyone's going to show us what's in a lady's blood, it's probably her opponent tonight," Hardy says with some resignation, and as if on cue Alice In Chains' 'Man In A Box' starts playing, leading to a small cheer from the crowd. "And her opponent, from Easton, Pennsylvania," Funyon declares, "weighing in tonight at 221lbs; he is the most definitely not-dead INSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANE… LUCHADORRRRRRRRRR!!" "YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" *BOOOM!* A red-and-black pyro goes off and Andrew Rickmen, better known as the Insane Luchador, walks out onto the soundstage before making his way down the entrance ramp, slapping hands with fans as he goes. "Hey King," Hardy says, "how do you get black pyro?" "Trade secrets, I'm afraid," Suicide King replies. "I mean, a pyro is sparks, right?" Hardy continues stubbornly. "Ben, leave it." "I've never seen black sparks, I've never seen black fire-" "Ben, the man's come back from the dead, we've already had to hire a crane to successfully suspend everyone's disbelief - don't go making trouble by talking shit about his entrance!" The Insane Luchador, unaware of the bickering his appearance is causing, has now arrived at the ring and hops up to the apron before stepping through the ropes. Referee Ced Ordonez nods in greeting to the SWF and JL veteran before checking him for weapons - hey, this is Rickmen after all. "I never saw any crane-" "I was speaking metaphorically!" "…you're a weather forecaster?" As Ben Hardy mixes up his metaphorically and his meteorologically Ordonez checks that both the Luchador and Amy Stephens are ready to go, then signals for the bell… *DING-DING-DING!* "And we're underway!" Hardy says, his previous verbal sparring with the Suicide King now forgotten. "The Insane Luchador had an impressive… well," he corrects himself, "he had a win over Crimson Skull, I guess maybe that's not so impressive… and Amy hasn't wrestled yet. Yeah." "Looking at this logically," Suicide King says with a sigh, apparently deciding that he's going to have to carry both sides of this announce team, "the Insane Luchador is bigger, probably stronger and tougher, and quite possibly faster than Amy Stephens. Her best hope is that her brother has taught her enough mat wrestling techniques to keep this psycho at bay." There is a moment of silence before both commentators burst out laughing. "God, she's dead, isn't she?" Hardy sniggers. "Looks like it," King agrees happily. Whatever people may say about Andrew Rickmen (and they do, you know) he isn't shy about bringing the fight, no matter who he's facing. The Insane Luchador moves forwards, arms extended for a collar-and-elbow tie-up to try and get the measure of this unknown adversary. Amy steps right in to meet him and the two lock up, then start pushing… and nothing happens. "Well, they seem pretty evenly matched," Hardy says with a little surprise, "it looks like Amy has some power in that frame, which combined with a lower centre of gravity is enough to keep Rickmen at bay." "Yeah, I can see some of that 'centre of gravity' spilling over the top of her jeans," King smirks. If Insane Luchador is surprised at his opponent's strength he doesn't show it; instead he changes tactics and breaks the lock-up, then twists to one side and wrenches Amy's right arm away in an armwringer. The junior member of the Stephens family growls in pain, then performs a forward roll to release the tension on the limb and applies her own armwringer to her opponent! "Well, she's got some idea of what she's doing," King comments, "and that's Rickmen's weaker right arm too, what with his nagging shoulder injury. I guess she either got lucky, or Toxxic passed that little bit of information on sometime." "Toxxic and Insane Luchador had several meetings in the SWF," Hardy agrees, "it wouldn't be that surprising." Rickmen grunts, then seems to be about to try and find some way out of his predicament - but that's when Amy Stephens rears back before slamming her forehead right into his shoulder! *thunk!* 'UNGH!' Rickmen drops to one knee for a second at this unexpected attack, and that's all the encouragement Amy needs to do it some more. *thunk!* *thunk!* *thunk!* "Well, she uses her head just like her brother," Hardy comments, slightly nonplussed. At that moment Amy uses her hold on Insane Luchador's arm to drag the former Hardcore Gamers and Cruiserweight Champion towards her, then reaches out to grab him around the throat… but Insane Luchador seems to realise that he's in danger and rams backwards into her, eventually sandwiching Amy between himself and the turnbuckles! "My sources tell me that in the matches she's had so far in this country, Amy Stephens has favoured a rear naked chokehold combined with bodyscissors that she likes to call the 'Last Orders'," Hardy says, glancing at his notes, "whether or not Insane Luchador knew that, he knew he didn't want her to get her arm around his throat!" "That rear naked choke gave him a lot of problems when done by JJ Johnson," King points out, "admittedly Johnson's far more talented than this girl, but still…" Insane Luchador doesn't seem too bothered by the relative talents of JJ Johnson and Amy Stephens, and demonstrates it by turning around and beginning to unload right hands into her face! Amy tries to cover up but the Luchador buries his boot into her midsection, then backs off a few paces before charging at her… *WHUMP!* …but Amy gets both her feet up at the last minute, and Rickmen runs headfirst into the soles of her pink-and-black Vans! He remains on his feet but staggers back trying to retain his balance and Amy thinks quickly and boosts herself up to the second rope, then leaps off and takes Rickmen down with a Lou Thesz press; then in classic fashion, she begins pummelling her opponent with right hands! "Amy Stephens is laying into the Insane Luchador like he was a blonde called Debra!" Hardy calls as it is Rickmen's turn to try and cover up. After a few seconds referee Ordonez steps in and drags Toxxic's little sister off with a stern warning about the use of the closed fist… and gets a two-fingered salute for his troubles! "Yup, definitely related to Toxxic," King sighs. However, Amy's hot head might be her undoing as while she argues with Ced Ordonez the Insane Luchador is demonstrating his unholy resistance to pain as he shakes away the battering he's just taken and starts to climb back to his feet! Stephens turns back around but she only receives a shoulder to the gut which doubles her over and gives Rickmen a chance to return to a vertical base, then deliver a jab… …a hook… …a jab… …and a spinning backfist that drops Amy to the mat! "Why am I expecting an Irish jig now?" Hardy asks no-one in particular. Jigging is not what Rickmen has in mind however, and the man from Easton steps out through the ropes to the apron before climbing the turnbuckles. Once on the top rope Rickmen bides his time, waiting for Amy to pick herself up again… then comes off with a flying clothesline that sends her straight back down! The Insane One instantly makes a cover… ONE! TW- -but Amy seems to be tougher than she looks, and the girl from Nottingham fires one shoulder off the canvas to stop the count just before two! Rickmen doesn't pause for breath, instead grabbing his opponent by her hair (much to Ced Ordonez's displeasure) then dragging her upright before placing Amy in a front facelock and throwing her arm over his neck. Rickmen than bridges sharply backwards to bring her over with a snap suplex, then makes another cover… ONE! TWO!! …but Amy kicks out again, although slightly slower this time. Rickmen rubs his chin thoughtfully (hey, there's a first time for everything) before hauling his opponent back up to her feet again. This time the Insane Luchador faces the same way as Amy and wraps his arm around her shoulders and his right leg around her left, then jerks backwards to deliver a Russian leg sweep that leaves the Punk-Rock Princess flat on her back. As Amy coughs in an attempt to get some air back into her lungs (and Ace Lezaire's former cameraman Steve gets a nice close-up of her chest as she does so, the filthy perv) Rickmen gets back to his feet and heads for the turnbuckles again. This time as he steps out through the ropes to the apron he raises one arm and pumps it up and down a couple of times, and the crowd respond like the well-trained sheep that they are… "LET'S GO RICK-MEN!" "LET'S GO RICK-MEN!" "LET'S GET RICK-SHAWS!" "King, shut up…" Regardless of the Gambling Man's desire for Orient-inspired methods of transportation, the Insane Luchador is once more scaling the ringpost to perch on the top buckle. This time he doesn't wait for Amy to rise, instead slapping his elbow - perhaps to check it's still there, perhaps not - and then springing off into the air to drive it down not at Amy's chest, but at her head! *THUNK!* "Ow!" Ben Hardy shouts in not-very-sympathetic pain, "that had to hurt, and maybe the dream is already over for Miss Stephens!" Andrew Rickmen would like to think so, and he hooks her leg to make extra sure as Ced Ordonez drops to make the count… ONE! TWO!! …however Amy still kicks out, to the slight surprise of both men. You could never accuse Andrew Rickmen of being chauvinistic though; he's quite happy to deal out a beating to anyone, male or female. As a result he drags the wheezing, dizzy Amy Stephens back to her feet and then seems to be setting her up for a backdrop suplex; however, once her feet leave the ground Rickmen takes a few steps forwards and places her in a seated position on the top buckle, facing out towards the crowd… then reaches up and drags her down into the classic Tree of Woe position! "This looks very bad for Amy Stephens," Ben Hardy says as Rickmen turns around and walks away, starting to clap his hands rhythmically to warm the crowd up, "but remember that she did specifically ask for a wrestler's contract, not a Diva's one…" *clap* *clap* *clap* *clap* *clap* *clap* *clap* *clap* *clap-clap-clap-clap-clap-clap…* With the crowd showing their support for his imminent violent actions and their clapping now reaching a creschendo, the Insane Luchador turns back around and runs clear across the ring, finally leaving his feet to launch a basement dropkick at the upside-down face of Amy Stephens… *CHING!* …who sits up, pulling said face out of the way and leaving Rickmen to crotch himself on the steel ringpost! "OOOOOOooooohhhhhhh…" The males in the crowd groan and wince in sympathy as Rickmen's eyes bulge, and while the Insane Luchador finds that even insanity isn't much of a shield against testicular trauma Amy tries to fight against the dizziness of sitting up after her time spent upside down, then untangles her feet from the ring ropes. As Rickmen struggles up first to all-fours and then to his feet he doesn't seem to realise that Stephens is now orientating herself on the top rope, and with her opponent moving slowly, facing away from her and doubled over Amy narrows her eyes as an idea occurs to her… *BAM!* "Top rope bulldog!" Hardy shouts. "Sweet God, a wrestling move!" King shouts back, then adds, "of sorts…" Hoping that the quick-fire impacts to crotch and head might be enough to keep her opponent down, Amy rolls Rickmen onto his back and makes the cover… ONE! TW- -but no cookie, as Rickmen displays exactly why he got that reputation for toughness (hint: it's because he's really tough) and kicks out before two. Amy stands up and Rickmen rolls over onto his front, instinctively getting out of a position where he can be pinned again, but Stephens just falls forwards and delivers a falling headbutt to the back of her opponent's head! Both competitors are in pain after that exchange, but Amy recovers first and rolls Rickmen over onto his back again. She then heads for the turnbuckles herself, but only boosts herself up to the second buckle before coming off with a legdrop across the Insane Luchador's throat. "You're going to need to get higher than that to get results," King remarks. "Is that what you told Brian Levy?" "…who?" Rickmen is coughing now as his windpipe tries to recover from the hit it just took, and Amy seeks to press her advantage home by grabbing him by his hair and trying to haul him upright. Ced takes just as much offence to this abuse of the rules as when Rickmen did it, but sadly Amy takes as little notice of him as the Insane Luchador did. Once Rickmen is on his feet again Amy grabs his head in both hands, then suddenly jumps up and falls backwards, bringing both her knees up to smash into the Insane Luchador's face when she hits the mat! *CRUNCH!* "That was like… I dunno, like a jawbreaker using her knees!" Hardy exclaims. "Not just his jaw; more like his whole face," Suicide King replies as Rickmen staggers back and slumps into a sitting position in one corner. "Good point King; I'll call it the 'Face Breaker' from now on." "Yeah, like you'll ever be on commentary again. You'll be lucky if you don't get replaced by Sexton Hardcastle during the commercial break." Amy gets back to her feet and sees Rickmen sitting in the corner and holding his face, which seems to give her an idea. She backs off a few paces and raises her hands above her heard, then starts clapping… *clap* *clap* *clap* *clap* *clap* *clap* *clap* *clap* *clap* *clap* *clap-clap-clap-clap-clap-clap…* With the crowd showing their true whorelike tendencies and getting behind her, Amy charges across the ring and leaves her feet to smash into Andrew Rickmen's face with her… …crotch? "BRONCO BUSTER!" King laughs uproariously as the younger Stephens sibling uses the elasticity of the ring cables to rub her groin repeatedly and humiliatingly into Andrew Rickmen's sore face, "God, we haven't seen that for too long!" "LET'S GO AMY!" "LET'S GO AMY!" That particular piece of showomanship has evidently won the Punk-Rock Princess a few more fans, but it didn't really do all that much towards winning her the match. With the aim of changing that in mind Amy grabs Rickmen from where he has now crawled and brings him up to his feet, then places him in a front facelock and raises her arm to signal for the DDT… …thing is, Rickmen knows about DDTs. All about them. And as a result, he doesn't waste anytime in waiting around to see whether this front facelock is actually going to lead to one or not - he grabs his opponent's legs and hoists all 171lbs of her up without any major difficulty, then charges towards the opposite turnbuckles! *WHAM!* The impact knocks all the wind out of Amy's lungs and she releases her grip, allowing Rickmen to back off and catch his breath. Then, with his opponent bent over in front of him a light comes into the Insane Luchador's eyes and he grabs Amy in a front facelock, raises his arm to signal for the Evenflow… *bang!* …and simply lands on his back, as she desperately sticks out a hand and grabs onto the top rope to prevent herself from being taken down! Unfortunately for Amy she still hasn't got enough breath to launch a comeback and with his cheeks reddening in embarrassment but with no other damage done Rickmen gets back to his feet, drags her away from the ropes and then hooks his head under her arm from behind before lifting Stephens up and dropping her down with a backdrop suplex! "Amy was doing OK there for a while," Ben Hardy admits, "but it looks like the Insane Luchador's superior experience has won out and he's back in control of this match!" "Maybe, but it's not like he's going for a cover or anything sensible while his opponent is winded," King points out. At that moment Rickmen rolls on top of Amy and hooks her leg. "Damn, he heard me…" ONE! TWO!! TH- -but despite the lack of oxygen in her lungs, Amy Stephens is still able to kick out! Rickmen actually appears rather vexed this time and casts an angry look at Ced Ordonez to check whether the referee is really quite, quite sure that the count was only a two. Ordonez signals that yes, he was quite, quite sure thank you, now get up and get on with it, and Rickmen pulls Amy up to her feet before hooking her up as if for another snap suplex. However, this time the Insane Luchador hoists his opponent off the ground and brings her up nearly vertically where he holds her for a second… then kicks his legs out and drops, spiking her on her head with a brainbuster! "Jumping Jam Jars," Hardy blurts, his Britishness coming out in a suitably archaic expression, "that can't have been a comfortable landing for Amy!" It seems that Hardy is correct, as the girl from Nottingham is sprawled prone on the mat. The Insane Luchador pushes himself back up, then his eyes light on the turnbuckles once more. Showing the adventurous nature that has brought him his nickname Rickmen shuns the option of another pin attempt, instead heading for the corner and starting to climb to the top! He reaches the apex of his ascent in a couple of seconds and stands on the top buckle, pauses for perhaps half a second to soak in the cheers of the crowd… …and leaps off in a picture-perfect moonsault. *BANG!* Oh Rickmen, Rickmen, Rickmen. You really should look before you leap. "Amy moved!" Ben Hardy shouts, a moment or so behind events. Amy Stephens did indeed roll to one side, and Andrew Rickmen's ribs greet the canvas like an old friend. The Insane Luchador bounces back up to all fours from the impact, coughing and trying to catch his breath, and it's then that Amy makes her play. Despite the blurred vision and splitting headache that resulted from the brainbuster she manages to lunge over the yard or so separating her from her opponent and wrap her left arm around the Insane One's throat, tightening it and clamping with her right… …but Rickmen gets both hands up and latches onto her left arm, halting it scant millimetres away from his windpipe! "Stalemate," King comments with slight surprise, "I guess we just sit here until one of them runs out of steam, Hardy…" Neither competitor is moving much, but the redness of their faces and the slight tremors of their bodies speak for how hard they are straining. The Insane Luchador is trapped under his opponent and doesn't dare shift his grip in case he loses it completely; Amy is half-balanced over Rickmen's back and only needs a half-second's grace to get the choke locked in. Both her arms are caught up in the struggle, but her head is still mobile. Granted, that's the same head that she was dropped on thirty seconds or so ago. But hey, nothing ventured, nothing gained. *CRACK!* "Enzui headbutt?" Hardy calls as Amy slams her forehead into the back of Rickmen's skull. *CRACK!* Amy's eyes cross as her vision blurs again, but she's started on this course of action now and she's if anything more stubborn than her famous older brother… *CRACK!* …and Rickmen's eyes glaze over slightly, and his grip fails for half a second - all the time Amy needs to cinch the choke in tight and wrench him backwards, then wrap her legs around his torso with a bodyscissors! "Last Orders!" Hardy shouts, "it's Last Orders for Rickmen, and Amy Stephens has that rear naked choke!" The Insane Luchador thrashes around wildly on the mat, trying to roll onto his front or get enough traction to claw his way to the ropes. His struggles get wilder as his oxygen supply decreases, but to no avail; although she doesn't weigh much compared to most other SWF wrestler Amy is still hefty enough to anchor him firmly in place. Finally Rickmen's thrashings start to die down and Ced Ordonez steps in to raise his arm once… …and it drops. Ced raises it again… …and it drops a second time. Ordonez raises the hand for the third and possibly final time… …and it drops. *DING-DING-DING!* "Ladies and gentlemen," Funyon booms as 'Blitzkrieg Bop' thunders out over the arena, "the winner of this match… AAAAAAAA-MMMMYYYYYYYY… STEEEEEEEEE-PHENS!" Once she hears her music kick up Amy relaxes her grip on the Insane Luchador and rolls away, then tries to get back up to her feet. She wobbles as she does so, evidently still feeling the effects of the beating Rickmen gave her, but shakes off Ced's supporting hands and heads for the ropes. "Well, that was an impressive debut for Amy Stephens," Ben Hardy says, "the Insane Luchador Andrew Rickmen had the edge in experience and in-ring ability but he didn't go for the kill when he could have done, and that allowed Amy to pick up the 'W'!" "Ben, you're missing the point," King states happily, "Rickmen wasn't just beaten by a girl, he was choked out by a girl!" FADE OUT Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Justice 0 Report post Posted February 9, 2006 The scene opens up to the downtown of some unnamed city. Sky scrapers surround an intersection as a bunch of large vans pull up. A few young men and women open up the backs of the vans to reveal body bags, which they begin to toss at the doors of one of the buildings. “Every day, lung cancer caused by Big Tobacco’s cigarettes kills 339 people,” starts a young woman as the camera cuts to her, “If you want to know what that looks like…” As she goes to point the building, another set of vans rushes in, almost hitting the girl as they pull up right in front of the camera. “Okay, boys, let’s show these wussies how we do it!” In unison, a bunch of workmen jump out of the vans and begin unloading bodies on the other side of the street. “What the heck is going on here?!” the confused woman says as a large man with short white hair comes up to here. “Hello. I’m Robert Jackson Frost, owner of Frost-Brand© Cigars. And I’m also here to show you how much a product can kill…” as he motions over towards the other building, “Namely, my product.” “What?!” “Yes, that’s right. Frost-brand© Cigars have recently upped their kill-ratio to 345 people a day! That’s why only the manliest of men can ever truly smoke a Frost-brand© Cigar…” “… You’re actually telling them your product is deadlier than cigarettes!?” shouts the girl, almost appalled at Frost’s one-upmanship. “Exactly! Only a real man would ever dare to take a puff of my cigars. My cigars would make men like Babe Ruth, John Wayne, and Steve McQueen proud.” “But they all-“ “They all lived like real men, I know! That’s why we’ve bought their images to market Frost-Brand© Cigars: So that a whole new generation knows what it is to be a real man!” “You’re insane!” “No, I’m business savvy. You’re out here trying to destroy an industry that makes more money than God. You’re insane.” “You’re a monster!” “Thanks, I try.” As the two continue to unload, another large man comes past carrying a body bag over his shoulder. It’s Bruce Blank, chomping down on a Frost-Brand© Cigar. “Who are you?!” “Oh, just a long-time customer who decided put his own little contribution to the cause.” “But the cigars kill you!” “No, they kill everything around me.” As he says that, a muffled yell comes out of the body bag. “… Is the person in there still alive?!” “Him? No, that’s Matt Myers.” “He’s right honey,” says Frost, “He was dead LONG before this guy put him in the bag.” “So where do I put him?” “Oh, just toss him right there…” With that, the commercial fades out to Frost Brand Cigars: Making real men and weeding out wusses since 2003. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Justice 0 Report post Posted February 9, 2006 Lockdown fades back in after a commercial for Tom Flesher's Flesher-tinis to reveal Jimmy the Doom seated in front of a slate background in an obviously pre-taped segment as he's not showing any effects from his match with The Crimson Skull. Doom is on a stool, elbow resting on his knee, and fist propping up his chin in what seems to be intended as a thoughtful pose, but simply looks uncomfortable. All things considered, Jimmy seems to be having his portrait taken for the Doomtopian High yearbook. "Large hello to many of you!" Jimmy exclaims. "As you are knowing, February, in these American states which happening to be united, is to the month of history for black." "That's right, Jimmy, and Black History Month is a wonderful time to learn about important people and events in black culture. However, there are other peoples and culture present in America, and wouldn't it be fun to learn about them?" Lois the Unethical asks, speaking for perhaps the first time in SWF history. "Well, Unethical Lois, if you were to mean Doomtopian historicals, then much luck is to be had! For, to beginning this day, firsts of a very ninety parts installed of Doomtopian Histories!" Doom joyfully ejaculates. "But, Jimmy, the history of Doomtopia is so vast and intriguing, where shall we begin?" Lois asks. "Enormous it may be, much men will to say the start! However, that is often not to the style of Doomtopians. Many insteads, a famous people!" "Famous Doomtopians? But aren't we the only people from Doomtopia the American public knows?" The Panic Ogre questions. "Laughably, indeed, Lois. Though, in soon times, America might be coming of awareness to multiple of Doomtopians! Firstly, nevertheless, man of not Doomtopianism!" "That seems odd, Jimmy, starting with a person who isn't even from Doomtopia." "Listen for to the learned, Ogre of Panics! In the Germany, after Hitler to control nation, genius of brain, Albert Einstein had originally choosed to refugee on Doomtopia. But! Einstein instead travel to be America, after being tell, 'Comb your fucking hair or we'll shoot you in the face, you theoretical physicist douche bag' by Doomtopia of Presidential Lumberjacking." "That was very informative, Jimmy. I can't wait for the next installment of A Moment in Doomtopian History," Lois says. "For to the indeed! Might fire on several lobsters have to being important? Next of the times, finding out to you are willing!" Jimmy exclaims. With that, Lockdown heads to a commercial with a mother fucking star wipe. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Justice 0 Report post Posted February 9, 2006 The post 'Fuck crowd of Portland, Oregon fame silently discuss a multitude of subjects including rather Ghost Machine is really a robot, Joseph Peters BIG announcement, and of course how many blondes does it take to screw in a light bulb. The deep rooted arguing soon ends as SWF returns from the nine minute long commercial break, which supports Wes Davenport's new book with some critics explaining that "It's kind of like the Bible, but better." Of course best selling books have nothing on the uncensored crowd signs that the Portland faithful have with them tonight. "Longdoggah is my baby's daddy!" "HEY AMY I FOUND TOXXIC HE WAS BEHIND THE COUCH!!!" And of course. "El Luchadore Magnifico is a fucking bitch." Woah wow there was no tact in that one. Kinda harsh, actually. Somebody needs some soap in their mouth that is for sure, maybe even a hug. Man that's just plain out mean. "Well Ben after witnessing the return of the Insane Luchadore and the beginning of Amy Stephen career I must say this show has started out fantastically. C'mon Hardy how are you liking it now that you're big time and all." King teases the nervous interviewer turned announcer. "I must admit that feeling is…" "Ok that's enough from you Hardy. One night at the announce table and you think you're a pro or something. Don't worry kid; I'll hold the fort down. Speaking of holding on to something, it seems the Cruiserweight Championship triple threat match is up next." "Which is sure to be an awesome…" "You know Ben, Pete would sure be proud of you. Stepping into his place and all. You're a natural let me tell you." Ben Hardy can only slump back into his chair as the notorious Funyon takes over the mic like a phantom…word to your mother. "The next contest is the a triple threat match for the SWF Cruiserweight Championship. There will be a sixty minute time limit, and Cruiserweight addenda is in effect!!" Funyon booms as the lights in the arena become low scale signaling the beginning of "Anxiety" by the Black Eyed Peas. The crowd gives the veteran a decent reaction as one Christian Fury emerges from behind the curtain with Kendo stick in hand. White sparkles highlighting the entrance ramp mesmerize the simpleton's in the audience as a determined Christian Fury continues down the ramp. "Fury's return to the SWF has been quite disappointing to some. Known to be one of the best all around athletes in the federation, Fury was hyped to make a good showing in the Clusterfuck." "True, King. However, Fury has vowed to change his career around. What a way to kick start a career than to win the Cruiserweight title." "Hardy you've got potential but is the Cruiserweight title really that special." "Well King I would say it is. I mean who was the last guy to hold the belt?" "JJ Johnson." "And what is he doing tonight?" "Facing Magnifico for the World title…don't get cocky with me or you may end up like that blind fool Pete." "Introducing hailing from Cleveland, Ohio, and weighing in at 222 lbs…CHRISTIAN FURY!!!!!!" Funyon booms as the stone faced Fury rolls into the ring staring at the entrance ramp awaiting the other two competitors. The lights in the arena slowly increase in brightness as the arena begins to jeer the effect. "Hardy here is the man you should be thanking. He's the reason you have a job." "I'm Alive" by Disturbed plays as the audience anxiously waits to jeer the hell out of the man who put a disturbing beating on his OWN FATHER! The man without honor finally decided to make his way out to the Rose Garden well prepared for his grand reception. "BBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" The crowd erupts jeering the rookie upstart who forces himself away from his cell phone for one second. "Can't you see I'm on the phone!" The arrogant rookie grins as a few more passionate members of the audience attempt to jump the safety rail and take a shot at the rookie. "The thing I treasure most in life cannot be taken away There will never be a reason why I will surrender to your advice To change myself, I'd rather die Lonely, we'll not understand I will make the greatest sacrifice You can't predict where the outcome lies You'll never take me alive I'm alive I'm alive I'm alive" "And his opponent hailing from Brunswick, Georgia, and weighing in at 225 lbs…KEVIN COYOTE!!!!" "BOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" The crowd will forever despise that very name as the man himself continues his careful journey down the ramp. In a cruel joke to his father the Smarktron replays the beating the Doggah took over and over again…as simple background noise. Coyote finishes his call BEFORE entering the ring handing his valuable cell phone over to a beautiful female on the side of the ring. "How could Pete's son grow up into this kind of man?" "That's the spirit Hardy say things behind this table that you wouldn't say to their faces. But to answer your question I'd say Pete never gave him enough hugs. Maybe a compliment or two would have done the kid some good." The audience looks prepped to give Coyote a public execution, but then the lights dim causing a complete 180 in emotion. "I'M BORN!" "I'M ALIVE!" "I BREATHE!!!" The SWF Smarktron highlights as "Vitamin" by Incubus kicks into gear feeding the crowd with the energy it needs to forget the recent thrashing of a legend. Without warning the Unique Youth charges from behind the mysterious black curtain slamming on the breaks at the top of the ramp. With the Cruiserweight title firmly wrapped around his waist Zyon looks out into the cheering crowd greeting them with a quick salute before striding down the entrance ramp. Leaping on to the ring apron, Zyon studies his opponent's allowing a slow Funyon to do his job. "And their opponent hailing from Elkhart, Indiana, and weighing in at 200 lbs. He is the SWF CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION…THE UNIQUE YOUTH…ZYYYYON!!!" The energetic youth flips into the ring skipping his usual head bang, arm raise combo noticing that he is in the ring with one of the most opportunistic individuals to ever grace the squared circle. "Zyon noticeable cautious with Kevin Coyote in the ring." "And Christian Fury isn't exactly a saint either. Hey didn't Fury used to be a rival of Pete's." "Well yes…" "My he must feel like a loser. Coyote did in ten minutes what Fury couldn't do during his so-called dark past." Zyon hands his title to referee Nick Soapdish who ceremoniously raises the title into the air. All three men stare at the title as it exits the ring leaving the competitors to watch each other looking for a weakness. DING DING DING!!!!!! The bell sounds as all three men circle the ring in perfect chemistry. Fury the veteran moves the slowest letting his senses feel his way through the opening motions. Coyote on the other hand can only smile knowing what he accomplished on Aftershoxxxx along with what he could accomplish tonight. And Zyon, well he just charges in like he's some sort of spot freak. Oh wait he is a spot freak. Zyon floats over toward Coyote looking to strike he fellow rookie with a lariat. "SWISH!" Well aware of Zyon's tendencies Coyote ducks away locking the youth down in a back waist lock. "CRACK!" However, Coyote's grip loosens as Fury buries his forearm into the spine of the arrogant rookie. Zyon wanting to break free brings Coyote the elbow strikes to the face finishing what was left of his grip. Staggering, Coyote realizes that he is in a horrible situation from the get go so he rolls away to the right side of both men. Zyon looks to follow Coyote, but Fury takes advantage of Zyon's attention disorder by latching on to the youth's arm. Planting his foot, Fury whips Zyon into the ropes launching a lariat toward the Unique Youth. Telegraphing the lariat, Zyon ducks continuing his speedy pace toward the northern ropes. Bouncing off the ropes, Zyon sprints toward Fury's back forcing the veteran forward with a running shoulder block. Unable to get up a proper defense Fury braces himself for the impact of a Kevin Coyote dropkick!! Coyote quickly rises to his feet locking up with the sloppier Zyon. After a moment of struggle the Unique Youth takes the arrogant youth down with an arm drag. Back on his feet, Coyote pigheadedly charges the Cruiserweight champion catching Zyon off guard with a back elbow smash! "You see Ben, Zyon isn't the only youngster with fresh legs." Zyon staggers backward clutching his face thankful that Fury has distracted Coyote with a jab to the kidney region. Wrapping the heinous Coyote in a reverse face lock The Fury hoists the son of Longdoggah into the air dropping the feisty youngster with a reverse suplex. Instinctively clutching his gut while sitting on his knees the brash youngster notices a pair of feet heading his way… "CRACKKK!" …And blasting him right in the face with a basement dropkick. Zyon quickly rolls on to Fury hoping for a fluke victory. ONE…break up. "It looks to me that Zyon was hoping for a cheap one tonight." Hardy points out the obvious. The veteran and the progressive rookie retreat into a standard lock up with Fury getting the advantage with a scoop slam attempt. Zyon's constant squirming forces Fury to lose his grip dropping Zyon on his feet. Taking the opportunity to excel the youth traps Fury in a reverse waist lock before leaping on to the shoulders of the veteran. Unsure of Zyon's initial weight The Fury staggers from side to side attempting to gain some sort of balance. Opting to take the low road Fury decided to get aggressive wildly tossing Zyon backward!!! In what deem as slow motion Zyon comes *THIS* close to falling on his neck only to instead roll through landing on his feet, luckily. Once again having the drop on Fury the Patron Wrestler of Athens looks to lunge toward the defenseless veteran only to have his momentum halted instantly. "Never turn your back on a Coyote, Zyon. Especially one that would annihilate his own father." "You say it like it's a good thing, King." "You know Ben you really do have the making of a great announcer. Being able to pick up on my obvious tendencies like that. Let me tell you that is mighty impressive." "Why thank you King…" "I WAS BEING SARCASTIC YOU DOLT!!!!" Back in the ring Coyote struggles to keep Zyon still until Fury secretly decides to assist the son of a former enemy. "CRACKK!!" Zyon breaks free just in the knick of time leaving Coyote to catch the full throttle of a spin kick to the gut. Spinning into position, Zyon locks Coyote in a Russian leg sweep position only to realize that he has given Christian Fury a second chance… …A second chance he has been craving all along. "CRACK!!" Zyon now feels the wrath of the spin kick to the gut allowing Fury to put Zyon down with a Russian leg sweep. Showing impressive athleticism, Fury immediately kips up latching on to a stunned Coyote with a Russian leg sweep as well. Unlike Zyon the former reality show contestant drives the veteran away with a few choice elbows. With Fury weakened, Coyote snaps the veteran over with an effective snap suplex. Looking to keep the match under control, Coyote rolls over toward Zyon forcing the youth back to his feet. The impressive Coyote attempts to drive his knee into the gut of Zyon, but the reigning Cruiserweight champion uses both hands to stop the sharp strike. Looking to retaliate, Zyon tries a straight right hand only to have it backfire into the form of being dropped with an arm drag. Zyon pops right back to his feet, but Coyote is already on him with a knee to the gut that succeeds this time. Choking for air, Zyon is without guard as the man trained by SWF road agent Judge Mental drives the rookie to the canvas with a quick body slam. Zyon tries to push himself back to his feet, but the opportunistic Coyote simply drives an elbow to the back of the youth to put a stop to that. "Sharp elbow to Zyon's back. Always a bad spot for Zyon." "Coyote seems to have a knack for choosing bad spots for his enemies." Choosing to keep Zyon pressured to the mat Coyote makes the common triple threat match mistake where one wrestler receives the benefits of rest and opportunity. The Fury decides to step away from any of the possible high risk head drops in his repertoire deciding to take the low route with a modified chop block rushing his shoulder not into the knee of his unsuspecting opponent, but in the side of the ankle. "OOOOOOOOOO!" The crowd moans as Coyote's ankle bends in a SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK fashion dropping the deranged wrestler. The rookie clutches his ankle hoping for the best as he turns his back away from Fury rising back to his feet… …Only to have Fury send his shoulder into Coyote's ankle again!!!! "GAH!!!" Coyote shouts grasping trying to grasp the concept that he could be wrestling…no fighting the rest of the way. The Fury places a few choice boots to Coyote's injured right ankle stopping only for Zyon who fires his shoulder into the gut of Fury!!!! "And there is Zyon, inserting himself where he doesn't need to be." Much to the crowd's delight the Unique Youth hoists Fury into the air and backward to the mat with a snap suplex. Refusing to rise back to his feet the spot monkey rolls out of the ring and to the apron, then choosing to stand back up. Understanding that a simple snap suplex will probably only keep Fury down for a moment or two, the youth shows a dabble of patients as he waits for the veteran to rise back to his feet. Coyote continues to clutch his ankle as Fury makes it to his feet well aware of Zyon's reputation, but not aware of the fact that the youth is quite quick off of a springboard. Floating through the air, Zyon places both feet together booming the veteran with a springboard missile dropkick. Athletically landing on his feet after blasting the veteran with the missile dropkick, Zyon takes a step forward grabbing Coyote by the hair… "BOOOOOOO!" …And receives the heelish eye rake for his trouble. The Cruiserweight champion blindly swings toward where he thinks Coyote is. "SWISH!" Obviously he wasn't even close. Hopping on one foot the man who wishes injustice for all strikes the youth backward with a heart stopping chop! "SMMMMMMACK!!!" "WHOOOOOO!" Disliking the so called legend of wrestling, Coyote steps away from the chop choosing to whip Zyon into the ropes catching the youth on the way back with a textbook power slam followed by the cover… ONE… TWO…kickout. "First near fall of the match." "Seriously who finds near fall important." "Longdoggah did King." "Yeah and look what happened to him. You don't happen to have a son do you?" Ben hesitates to answer the question and rightfully so as the son of Longdoggah shows that ruthless aggression he has been known for forcing Zyon back to his feet. Proving his quickness to the world, Zyon immediately goes behind the hurt rookie locking him down in a reverse waist lock. Normally it would be child's play for Coyote to out wrestle Zyon, but with the injured ankle the father beater is open for attack. Fury though causes immense excitement by wrapping Zyon up in a reverse waist lock himself!!!! "YEEEEEEEAAAAHHHH!!" The crowd erupts as a three way struggle occurs in a chamber of reverse waist locks. Skipping the attempt for a standing switch Coyote violently throws an elbow… "SWISH!!" Missing Zyon completely. "CRACK!" Hitting Christian Fury right in the face! Fury's grip is completely gone allowing Zyon to toss Coyote backward with a release German suplex. The product of a violent profession, Coyote flips backward on to Fury NOT on his feet. Overpowering Coyote's momentum The Fury hoists the SWF roughneck in training on to his shoulder. Struggling to keep his balance Fury looks for a snake eyes using the top turnbuckle pad, but with a swift swimmer's motion Coyote slides down the back on Fury. With his ankle almost buckling on impact Coyote locks Fury in a reverse face lock. "Coyote has taken a liking to that diving reverse DDT." "Good call Ben. He has also taken a liking to making certain blood relatives bleed profusely." "Do you have no heart?" "Honestly, I find what Coyote did despicable in very sense of the word. He's truly scum, and when Pete gets back I'll greet the guy with open arms." "Wow King, I never thought…" "BUT! Coyote made a tremendous career move for himself. He is now more hated than ever, and that's exactly what he wants." And to prove Suicide King's theory one Kevin Coyote actually takes the time on a hurt ankle to mock the audience. His mocking leads to giving Zyon the ample time to sprint forward leap off the second rope twisting his body delivering a sharp knee to the now distorted face of the rookie, Coyote. Zyon rises back to his feet enjoying the applause from the audience unknowingly leaving himself open for Fury. Turning back toward the veteran, Zyon surprisingly makes the first move with a discuss lariat that goes errant because of Fury ducking. Nervous, Zyon once again faces Fury who once again ducks down grabbing Zyon by both legs driving the youth forward into the turnbuckle with authority!!! Zyon can feel the oxygen leave his lungs as Fury plants his foot launching himself forward driving his shoulder into the gut of Zyon! "SMASH!!!" Why stop at one? "SMASH!!!" "SMASH!!" "SMASH!!!!!" Zyon clutches his sternum as Fury takes a moment to regain a mental stability. The youth tries to escape his turnbuckle imprisonment only to have The Fury smash the youth with a powerful clothesline that launches the youth off of his feet and to the canvas. Through the blurred visions, Zyon quickly rolls out on to the ring apron hoping for a moment of rest. At first it seems Fury isn't finished with the Unique Youth, but somewhere the wrestling gods throw Zyon a bone! "CRACKK!" "Coyote with a knee to Fury's back!" That's right the limping rookie summons the energy to strike Fury with a knee to the back sending the veteran out of the ring via through the middle rope. Zyon uses the top rope to pull himself up on his feet launching himself into the air with another springboard. Leaping toward Coyote, the youth attempts a diving clothesline only to have Coyote run under the diving youth while DIVING THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPE WITH A SUICIDE DIVE!!! "See that Hardy. Don't mistake the fact that Coyote is indeed an asshole. You must also acknowledge though that he is a tremendous athlete." "Yeah you're right." "With that attitude you will get far I assure you." Sometime between Suicide King and Ben Hardy's conversation, Kevin Coyote actually MISSED Christian Fury causing the rookie to crash to the floor! In the ring the Unique Youth some how avoided his crash and burn by performing a roll through. With an opportunity that he simply cannot pass up the youth rockets forward toward The Fury whose only clue is the crowd reaction. Horrified by the cheering, Fury turns just in time to be amazed by Zyon's leaping ability as he jumps over the top rope backward!! Floating through the air, Zyon dazzles the audience with a corkscrew moonsault that lands cleanly on Fury!!! "YEEEAAAAHHHH!" "That was unbelievable!" "And he continues to increase in foolishness." Zyon takes a moment to sustain his excitement before rising back to his feet pumping his fist toward the crowd. ONE TWO THREE Referee Nick Soapdish starts the twenty count as Coyote finds his way back to his feet. Zyon brings the arrogant rookie the epitome of revenge by unleashing a harsh chop his way. "SMACKKKK!" "WHOOOOO!" The Portland audience gets immense delight cheering Zyon as the impact from the chop forces Coyote to turn away from the Cruiserweight champion. Zyon sprints forward looking for a bulldog, but Coyote unveils his hatred for everyone as he hoists Zyon into the air… …BEFORE LAUNCHING OVER THE GUARDRAIL AND INTO THE AUDIENCE!!!!! "OH MY GOD!!!" Ben Hardy explodes as Zyon collides with a group of fans in the front row. Men, women, and children fall to the floor under Zyon's uncontrollable momentum leaving the rest of the crowd to enjoy the show. "Holy Shit!" A small chant breaks out as the Smark audience realizes that Coyote may have just cost the SWF thousands of dollars in lawsuits if the fans weren't plants. And by one shell shocked fan it is safe to say they are paying customers. "Now that Ben was AMAZING! This is what you get when you come to watch the SWF live. Pete felt Coyote's rage and everyone else will." Referee Nick Soapdish is stunned to the point where he totally forgets to restart his count allowing both Christian Fury and Kevin Coyote back into the ring. Fury goes low looking for another attack on Coyote's ankle. "CRACK!!" But instead eats foot. Fury's glazed over eyes explain to the audience that he may very well be knocked out from the blow. Coyote ignores his opponent's eyes opting to instead force the dreary challenger to his feet clubbing him in the gut. The belligerent Coyote doesn't stop with one blow as he continues to stab Fury in the gut with multiple closed fists. Finally happy with Fury reddened face the hated rookie locks Fury down in a front face lock CERTAINLY SHOCKED when Fury bends backward driving Coyote to the mat with a Northern lights suplex with bridge!!!! ONE! TWO!!! "He might have him!" TH…kickout! "Gosh that was close. But hey just as long as Zyon loses his title I guess Fury as champ wouldn't be too bad." The veteran makes it back to his feet before Coyote who aggressively lunges toward Fury with a simple boot to the gut. However, Fury changes the simple into momentum changing as he strikes fear into Coyote with a dragon screw on his bad ankle!! Fury showing his past rage forces the rookie back to his feet flowingly hurting Coyote with another dragon screw!!! "To my knowledge Fury has always been one to work on the head of his opponent. What's with the change?" "Good question Hardy. Why don't you interview him after the match? Of course then you're face to face with someone. And we can't have that can we. Pete's third string announcer is either Matt Myers or Ash Ketchum. Sadly, that makes you valuable." "That's nice and all King. But you didn't answer my question." "Oh yeah. Well I'm guessing Fury simply sees the opening and is willing to take advantage of it over and over again. Kind of like I did with your mo…" "Ok King thanks." With Zyon out of action, Fury looks to take full advantage trapping the rookie's ankle behind his knee before dropping down…crushing it!!! "AHHHH!" Coyote screams, but nobody is prepared to give the cold rookie sympathy especially after what he did to an SWF legend. Latching on to Coyote's leg the fan favorite Fury struts around a little bit before applying the figure four leg lock made famous by the Nature Boy Ric Flair. "WHOOOOOOOOO!!!" "God I hate this move." King can only shake his head. "But it is effective." Hardy makes a good point. Fury wrenches in on the hold hoping the rookie will tap out, as does half the audience. "TAP TAP TAP!!!!" "Weird. I'd never though people would cheer for Zyon to lose the belt." "I've been saying it all along. He's just a simple spot monkey." "Well it could be that, but I also have it on good accord that people like to see title changes." "YEEEAAHH!" Suddenly the chants fade as both Coyote and Fury look to the top turnbuckle watching as Zyon leaps off…on to Fury with a modified frog splash!!! The effect of crushing The Fury is apparent as Zyon clutches his stomach unaware of Coyote attempting the lateral press. ONE!!! TWO!!!! THR…kickout! No thanks to Zyon, Christian Fury keeps the title on the Unique Youth for now. Coyote would definitely be livid, but a livid reaction could damage his ankle more so. Coyote actually beats Zyon back to his feet attempt to grapple with the youth who scoops Coyote off the mat driving him to the mat with the regular Aero Driver!!!! "YEEEEAAAHHH!" The crowd responds positively watching Coyote's head jam into the mat. Zyon with his infinite rookie knowledge intelligently opts to not go for the cover, but to go to the top rope where he has a fifty-fifty chance of success. Yep he sure is smart. The crowd slowly rises to their feet as Zyon perches himself on the top rope before launching himself forward with the devastating beauty known as the FINAL FLASH!!!!! ….... ….... "CRASH!!!!!" "HE GO…missed." Ben on his first SWF show as an announcer is a nervous wreck. The crowd feels a bit let down as they watch the replay, which depicts Christian Fury pulling Kevin Coyote out of the way saving the rookie and himself in the process. Still reeling from the effects of the Aero Driver, Coyote is all but helpless as Fury looks to latch on to the figure four again. Shocking the audience by placing his foot on the BUTT of Fury, Coyote launches the veteran forward toward the turnbuckle. Coyote quickly rises back to his feet limping forward unable to halt himself as Fury shocks Coyote with a twisting cross body off the second rope. Using his own momentum Coyote takes the challenge head on combining both men's momentum to spike Fury down with a main event spinning SPINEBUSTA!!!! *CLAP CLAP CLAP* The Rose Garden has to give it up to all three men as Coyote weakly rolls on to Fury hoping for the best… …Since he's the only one who believes he deserves the best. ONE!!!! TWO!!! THREE!!!!!!!!! NO! Zyon break up the pin fall with Coyote a hand slap away from becoming the new Cruiserweight champion. Coyote smacks the mat, as he is now livid as he wonders back to his feet. Zyon turns away from Coyote who waits for Zyon to make a move, and does he ever. The youth realizing that Coyote with his bum ankle and all is unable to dodge moves for the most part. Proving he has no fear and maybe a slight lack of will power Zyon sprints up the turnbuckle into the No Regard position leaving Coyote on the mat without a prayer. Hesitating, Zyon actually choreographs his own maneuver opting to leap backward back down to the mat just as the wounded Coyote charges. Believing he has everything under control the reigning Cruiserweight champion takes a step forward haunted by the resurgence of Coyote who leaps backward with an elbow. The rough strike comes to a halt thanks to Zyon's ability to kick his opponent in the gut before receiving the impact of the blind elbow. Moving his opponent into a standing head scissor the youth hoists his fellow rookie on his shoulder; dropping the hated youngster down… …POWER…oh wait…HURRICARANA COUNTER…FOOL!!! Zyon squirms as his head spikes into the canvas while Coyote reaches back cradling one of Zyon's legs for the pin. ONE!!!! Zyon feverishly attempts to push Coyote off. TWO!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOO! Once again at the last moment, Coyote is shut down by one Christian Fury. "That bastard. Coyote should be the new Cruiserweight champion!" Lifting Coyote to his feet, Fury immediately tries to catch the heelish rookie off guard with a STUNNER!!!! The beginning of the ole' Lightning and Thunder ends abruptly with Coyote shoving the veteran off into the ropes. Bouncing back Fury plans an attack that is quickly audibled into taking an attack as Coyote strikes the veteran with a spinning back wheel kick to the face!!! With his opponent momentarily stunned the calculating rookie takes a chance springboarding off the middle rope with his version of the quebrada…that being of course the FULL MOON ASSAULT! "CRRRRRACK!!!" Knees meet sternum. Sternum meet knees. The cocky youth clutches his gut as Zyon comes out of NOWHERE with his version of the quebrada, and it lands!!! "Half Moon!!!" Hardy announces like a pro. Zyon covers the man trained by famous SWF legend Judge Mental. ONE!!! TWO!!!! THREE…break that shit up! "Fury I love you." King the biggest hypocrite alive? Perspiration leaking out of every pore Zyon is forced back to his feet under the will of The Fury. While under his will, Zyon puts up an inadequate defense attempting to guard himself from The Fury's flurry. Rights and lefts pummel Zyon until the veteran notices an opening and takes it dropping Zyon with a lightning quick flatliner!!! Like his downed opponent the veteran doesn't see the point in covering him when he can instead go to the top rope. "YEEEEAAAHHHH!" "Damnit Fury how many years have you been in the bid'ness…ugh business. Have you yet to learn that these people don't matter?" King anti audience as always. With the crowd firmly behind him, Fury makes his own leap of faith driving his leg into the throat of Zyon driving the air, and quite possible the fight out of the youth. Fury stares out into the audience for a moment pleased with their reaction before trying to pick up the win. ONE!!!!! TWO!!!! THREEE…shoulder up! Referee Nick Soapdish tosses two fingers in the air killing the veteran's momentum for a second. Realizing that momentum is name of the game, Fury rises back to his feet hoping to continue this slight streak of domination. "Tap…" Who would that be tap tap tapping? Horrified by the Coyote's grinning face The Fury's eyes light up like a lantern as the son of Longdoggah throws his arm recklessly toward the veteran. "SWISH!!!" Veteran. Calm and collectively Fury drops to the mat in on both hands with his toes pointing to the ground. Looking for the rebound, Coyote twists his body around ready to rip the veteran's head off. Fury's lowered stance on gravity gives the veteran an advantage, a fatal one at that. "CRACKKKK!!" Popping up in an angle, Fury drives Coyote throat first across his shoulder with the first of two powerful stunners!!! "LIGHTNING!!!!" Hardy once again shills preparing to scream thunder only to have the arrogant rookie "outsmart" the veteran by falling through the middle rope and to the outside. "BOOOOO!!" The audience does not approve, as Coyote understands that he will live to fight later in the match. "CRACKKKKK!" Completely torn apart by his failure to complete his finishing maneuver, Fury refuses to acknowledge the knee sent into his gut…. …he also refuses to acknowledge the pump handle position that he finds himself in… …The Fury attempts to free himself of the acknowledgments that he wishes to prove false, but time is not of the essence for the crafty veteran… "CRRRRRRRRUNCH!!!!!" "OOOOOOOOOOO!!!" The crowd echoes as Zyon spikes the respectable veteran into the mat with the 911 AERO DRIVAAAAA leaving the Fury in a pool of unconsciousness. Unaware of the current events Coyote continues to rest until he hears a familiar slapping of the canvas. ONE!!!! "Oh shit!" TWO!!!!! Coyote squabbles to his feet attempting to hurry into the ring. His head pummeling from the stunner that knocked him for a loop…and out of the match. THREE!!!!!!!! DING DING DING!!!!!! "YEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!" The crowd explodes as "Vitamin" hits the PA signifying that Zyon has successful defended his title. "The winner and STILL SWF CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION…ZYYYYYYON!!!!" Funyon booms as Zyon is handed his title. "What a match!" "What a horrible outcome!" "Oh c'mon King you know that Coyote is partly to blame for Zyon's win. "What!" "Definitely. I agree falling out of the ring after the first stunner was extremely smart, but he did not take into consideration the third man, which is what makes triple threat matches so special." "I KNOW THAT!!! Christ Ben I was a pro wrestler for years. Don't treat me like a simpleton. Coyote is still learning, and to be honest I'm sure if his worthless father taught him a few things sometime in life that the rookie wouldn't had made that mistake." Both Coyote and Christian Fury exit to the back as Zyon celebrates his first title defense by saluting the cheering audience while taking a long stare at the title he went through hell to get. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Justice 0 Report post Posted February 9, 2006 The screen fades in on a black silhouette against a green screen. The only feature highlighted is a small white box in his hand and little ear plugs. The short figure appears to be wearing a mask of some sort, but it's hard to tell from the silhouette. Suddenly, the short figure, taps a few buttons on the little white box and music starts up. I am the modern man… (Secret secret, I've got a secret) The figure begins to move, moving his body's appendages at exacting angles and with a steadiness that only a computer could replicate! Who hides behind a mask… (Secret secret, I've got a secret) So no one else can see… (Secret secret, I've got a secret) The figure continues to do THE ROBOT~! as the background colors and camera angles continue to change. My true identity! The figure continues to get it down, his limbs swinging and shifting with perfection… Domo arrigato, Mr. Roboto Domo (Domo), Domo (Domo) Domo arrigato, Mr. Roboto Domo (Domo), Domo (Domo) At the bottom of the screen, white text appears while the music continues on: Dance like it's Prime Directive #3. Domo Arrigato, Mr. Roboto Domo Arrigato, Mr. Roboto Domo Arrigato, Mr. Roboto Domo Arrigato, Mr. Roboto Domo Arrigato, Mr. Roboto Domo Arrigato, Mr. Roboto Domo Arrigato, Mr. Roboto… iPod. Full compatible with Ghost Machine versions 1.4 and up. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Justice 0 Report post Posted February 9, 2006 Lockdown returns to the jam packed Rose Garden where the Insane Luchador, Andrew Rickmen, stands in the center of the ring with an impatient look. “We are back on Lockdown and the Insane Luchador has made his way to the ring,” Hardy says. “We’re not quite sure what his intentions are but we are definitely intrigued.” “Don’t speak for all of us,” King snaps back. “Nobody invited him and nothing is worse than a party crasher who smashes shit.” “King!” Hardy says in reaction to the language. “Taking advantage of freedom from lack of those family friendly rules,” King says in justification. In the ring Insane Luchador paces in center of the ring with one hand rubbing the back of his head while the other brings the microphone up to his mouth. He goes to speak but pauses, dropping his arm to his side, and staring at the fans as the arena goes silent. Again he brings the microphone to his mouth. “It’s been a while…” IL slowly begins. “Not long enough,” King mutters. “It’s been a while,” he repeats and continues to say, “Since I have been inside this ring. Things have changed since I have left but one shift in momentum has been nagging me nonstop since my absence. Is it JJ Johnson, who I fought multiple times for the HGC Title, who now has the main event?” He pauses as the fans burst into cheers and he smirks. “No, it’s not him and hopefully there’ll be a momentum shift for the World Title. Could it be Zyon who won the HGC title off of me and is now the holder of the belt that I left with?” “I’m beginning to see a pattern here,” Hardy says in amusement. “No, he’s proven himself.” He pauses as he begins to pace again before halting. “But wait, where is the Hardcore Gamers Championship? Or an even better question, who thinks they’re worthy enough to change the belt’s name?” IL’s tone seems to drip venom as he approaches the ropes facing the entrance way. “Who is IL to challenge Blank?” King asks. “Who’s better than IL to challenge Blank?” Hardy retorts. “Tons,” King simply says. “Not only did I have to watch him change the division single handily… but I had to listen to him say he was the most hardcore wrestler to ever stepped into the SWF’s ring,” IL says. “He’s just jealous,” King snaps. Insane Luchador pauses again as the fans begin to cheer loudly as his rant has just begun. “So,” he slowly says, “I have to ask myself, who the hell is Bruce Blank? Some guy who’s taken some shots from a light tube and had unfortunate timing resulting in a mangled ear? Does Bruce Blank even know who is talking about? Who he claims he is better than? Was Bruce Blank the one who invented an ultraviolent style? No. Was it Bruce Blank who first held the HGC Title? No. Has he had to face off against Dace Night, Aecas, Crowe, JJ Johnson, Manson, Toxxic, and the legend Grimedogg? No!” IL barks as the fans can hardly keep up the pops for the names being thrown at them. “He’s hardcore! He’s hardcore!” “But this isn’t just about me,” IL says as his volume gets louder and he paces the length of the ropes. “It’s about Neilsen of the f’ing Jungle! It’s about Grimedogg, Grunge, Fallout, Strangler, Wildchild, Siclen, Janus, Fury, Cortez, and every other hardcore wrestler who has ever stepped into this ring!” IL yells. “It’s about every sickening thud of the chair, every cut from the barbed wire, every shattered glass shard, every scar, it’s about every broken table, all the carnage that settles in the ring afterwards. It’s about every single grunt of pain and it’s down to the very last drop of blood spilled.” He nearly stomps back into center of the ring. “It’s not about how many days you can hold onto the belt, it’s not about renaming the title, it’s beyond all of that! It’s not about shrugging off the past because you think you’ve ushered in a new era, Blank. You thought you’ve dominated this division and this son of a bitch has to return,” IL’s infamous psychotic smile takes over. “Maybe you thought that you wouldn’t have to worry after such a hellacious match about that precious little title. This goes much beyond a title, Blank, that’s just an afterthought. See, every night I had this nagging little voice in my head, your voice.” “Oh come on, he’s no Crusader for the Hardcore Title,” King spits. “Your smug little grin with that belt wrapped around your filthy body, your little acts of hardcore that have been built up because who knows any better? It’s been a while since these fans have seen some gorecore,” IL says to a chorus of cheers. “I couldn’t stand idly by to see somebody try to reform a division shaped by legends that exceed them, no, I couldn’t let somebody just rename an entire style due to their ego! I have lived a god damn life of it, Blank. A hundred and some days doesn’t match twenty three god damn years of bloodshed, carnage, and destruction. A best of five series doesn’t trump all the blood I’ve spilt in this very ring, all the agony, broken bones, and scars that I’ve endured.” “Bruce Blank has definitely offended IL somehow,” Hardy says. Luchador steps back to the ropes and hops over the top rope onto the ring apron. “But maybe I’m wrong, Blank, maybe you live up to the hype. Maybe you’re the trailer trash Messiah who has risen up to resurrect a dying style. But I doubt you are, matter of fact, I doubt you’ll even see me in this ring.” “I! L!” The chant repeats as he smirks in response. “Don’t try to shrug me off Blank because I won’t just fade away. I won’t just disappear, I won’t be put down. So come on Bruce, let’s see what you have to say. I’m been dying to meet you, just dying .” He pauses and everyone anxiously waits Bruce Blank’s arrival. Nothing. IL hops down to the outside. “So that’s it, Blank, huh? That’s your answer? Fine, because I have no problem finding you Blank, I have no problem if it’s in the ring, in a locker room, in your hotel room, at the red light as you glance around in paranoia, I’m fine with all of that.” He begins to laugh. “I come back and I get the exact response I expected and frankly, I’m disappointed. Prove me wrong, Blank, prove me wrong!” He desperately shouts and then stares at the entrance ramp in silence. A long pause. “I’ll be seeing you, Bruce,” IL says as he drops the microphone. “Well IL has definitely made his intentions clear,” Hardy says. “Bruce has nothing to worry about,” King insists. “I’m not sure about that but we still have more action coming up.” -Fade to Black- Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Justice 0 Report post Posted February 9, 2006 "Welcome back to this great edition of Lockdown, everyone!" Pete greets as we return from commercials. "Coming up next is a very unique match, pitting two men who have been getting cheers in recent weeks against each other, as Laberinto goes up against one half of the new SWF Tag Team Champions, "The Icon" Max King!" "Yeah...a wimpy version of a once great man who is teaming with an utter ass who needs to get the hell out of this company, and a goody two-shoes who hides his face under a mask. This will be REALLY interesting." Suicide King adds, the sarcasm dripping from his voice. "Well, despite the rarely wanted views of my colleague here, this should be a great match between two great competitors! Let's get to the ring!" "Olé!" by Bounces Souls starts to play up as the camera goes to an overhead pan from the ring to the entryway, and the masked man from Mexico (...OK, maybe that's NOT narrowing it down) comes out, slapping hands with the ringside fans as he makes his way to the ring. Funyon: Our next contest is scheduled for one fall with a 20-minute time limit. Introducing first, from Tocula, Mexico...standing 5'10" tall and weighing in at 220 pounds...LABERRRRRRRRINTOOOOOOOOO! "Look how energetic Laberinto is about being here tonight, King!" Pete comments as the masked combatant makes his way to the ring. He's happy to be here in the SWF from what we can tell, and he's been making a good first impression in his first two matches with the company." "Well, that may be the case, but let's just see how well he'll do in bigger match situations, Pete." King comments as Laberinto slides into the ring. "I mean, first impressions aren't always conclusive of how a person will be in the future." The lights in the arena go out almost immediately after "Olé" dies out. "Example of that coming out right now." Suicide quickly comments, before... "THE KING...HAS...RETURNED!" *BOOM!* And "Superstar" quickly follows up after the fireworks display, and is followed by the leggy red-head manager of "The Icon" making her way out, leading out her once again champion-level charge. Funyon: Aaaand his opponent, accompanied to the ring by his manager Kelly Connelly...from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania...standing 6'3" tall and weighing in at 250 pounds...he is now one-half of the SWF Tag Team Champions..."THE ICON"...MAAAAAAAAX...KIIIIIIIIING! "Well, to say that Max King has had an interesting time recently is an understatement." Pete says. "I mean, he's teamed with his former enemy Landon Maddix, and somehow has gotten the Tag Team Titles with him." "And you know that money-grubber Kelly is loving every second of having a champion again." S. King says. "She is NOT a money-grubber. She's Max King's manager!" Pete protests as champion and manager enter the ring in their own unique way. "She was loyally by his side during his time injured." "Only because she was waiting for a time like this and you know it!" S. King states, trying to defend his argument. In the ring, both King and Laberinto look at each other, still with their extra attire (and in King's case, title belt) on their bodies. Almost simultaneously, the gear is removed, neither man at the moment taking their eyes off the other. The tension in the air can be felt throughout the capacity crowd. Finally, King hands his title to Kelly, who leaves the ring with a kiss on the cheek. *DING, DING, DING!* With the match officially underway now, both competitors move towards the center of the ring. Though King is the only one whose face can be seen clearly, it's apparent that both competitors are going to take this match very seriously. Everyone in the crowd is on the edge of their seats as the two combatants circle each other, not giving their opponent any indication of what they have planned. Eventually, King pulls his arm back, apparently ready to swing it at Laberinto's face... ...before it's extended out in a gesture of friendship as a handshake. "Ugh, this is going to be sickening, I just know it." Suicide protests. Laberinto nods a bit, and takes the gesture, before the two of them pull away. King reaches in for a grapple after the handshake, but Laberinto is too quick and smart for that, ducking under the arms of "The Icon" to get behind him. With King's back to him, Laberinto takes the opportunity to start working over King's back with a series of forearms, which seem to have a good affect on King despite the strength difference. Laberinto continues to strike, not letting up for a second, before going to give him a forearm into the back. "The Icon" manages to duck out of the way of the attempt though, the attack missing...but Laberinto simply rolls back to his feet, rushing in for a leaping arm-drag. King manages to grab the top rope with his free arm, blocking the attempt, then goes to fall down with an elbow drop into the prone luchadore's chest, putting all 250 pounds into the drop. He gets ready to hit the move again, but Laberinto gets out of the way. King rushes in, but gets caught with another attempted arm-drag, followed by an attempt at a dropkick into the shoulder area. King gets up to his feet, surprised by the actions of Laberinto thus far, but the crowd seems to like it, as they applaud at both of the men in the ring. "Well thus far we've had a pretty good exchange between the two superstars, and I have to wonder if King took Laberinto lightly, or wasn't ready for singles action at the moment." Pete notes. King nods softly as Laberinto seems to be happy about how the match has gone thus far, and starts to move in to further the match along in his favor. King nods once more, and starts moving in again. Ready to use his speed once again to his advantage, he begins to go off the ropes, but King manages to charge in as he's getting ready, clotheslining the lighter competitor over the top rope to the arena floor. With a momentary chance to rest up and re-consider his plan of attack, King doesn't bother going out after Laberinto, allowing him the chance to get back into the ring. "See, this is where I really miss the Max King of old!" Suicide King comments. "The Max King of old wouldn't hesitate in going out there and giving Laberinto a severe beating." "I find this rather refreshing though, and King just waiting for the man from Mexico in that ring right now." Pete comments. Laberinto manages to start climbing back up the ring apron, which Max King uses to his advantage as he actually pulls the Tocula native into the ring over the top rope, and hard. The crowd gets on Max King for his apparent lack of sportsmanship in this situation, , but he doesn't seem to care as he starts to put the boots to Laberinto. "Well, you wanted to see a bit of the Old Max King, Suicide..." "And it's great to see!" Taking advantage of the advantage that he built for himself, King REALLY begins to go to work on Laberinto, turning him over and grabbing him by the ankle. He easily lifts the leg off of the mat, before slamming it HARD knee first back into the canvas. Kelly, normally very into King's matches as they happen, seems to have a very reserved expression on her face as Max repeats the action, continuing to work over Laberinto's legs. "Now THIS is what I love to see! Take out the quickness edge, and he's all yours King!" Suicide calls out. "He's not YOUR charge, Suicide! Stop trying to give him advice!" Pete protests. Nevertheless, "The Icon" seems to be taking the heel commentator's advice, as he grabs the leg of the Mexican and snaps it towards his body. The yell of pain from Laberinto reverberates throughout the arena, and it seems to be fueling King's actions at the moment. Max holds up the leg of Laberinto once more, ready to start stomping away at it, but Laberinto kicks Max right in the jaw, pulling away and holding his leg as he does. King tries to get back at him before he can get too far away, but Laberinto takes this moment to grab at King's legs, weakly catching him with a drop toe-hold and forcing King's neck into the second rope. The masked man gets up to his feet as quickly as he can all things considered, and attempts to run off the ropes, but the way his leg has landed prevents his running at top speed. Max King manages to get off the rope, and before he can get too far in his attempted attack, "The Icon" dives in and takes him down with a HARD clothesline. The camera briefly cuts to the outside of the ring to see Kelly's reaction, but again she's remaining stoic at everything. "I don't get what's going on right now...I didn't expect Max King to get like this in a match like this, especially with the handshake that started things off." Pete notes, sounding concerned. "Well, everyone has bad days, and for me his bad days are good ones for me!" Suicide King states as Max King grabs at Laberinto's legs once again, adjusting their position. The crowd watches on, slightly worried about the state of things with Laberinto's legs. Max King doesn't seem to be considerate of their concerns though, as he locks up the legs of Laberinto, twisting them into a Figure Four Leglock, and falling back. However, he doesn't hold on for a hold, as he just used that to snap further at the legs of the man from Tocula and further weaken them. Pulling away and seeing Laberinto holding his legs seems to further fuel King as he starts viciously stomping at the knee area, wanting to keep his adversary down and out. As expected, the crowd is severely booing King now for his lack of respect for Laberinto's body. "I didn't think, after everything that we've seen King go through since his return, that we'd see a return to THIS Max King!" Pete says. "I don't know what to think..." Max King looks to the crowd, but instead of taunting them just shrugs, and stomps right onto the throat of Laberinto. "This is what has to be done!" he says. "What has to be done? What does THAT mean?" Pete asks, confused. "It means that this needs to be done, because he was weak as the Max King that we've been seeing in the past few weeks!" Suicide King concludes. Feeling confident about the damage he's done, Max King leans in for the first cover of the match. One! TWO! But Laberinto manages to get the shoulder off of the mat! King seems to be non-pulsed about this fact, instead climbing to the nearest turnbuckle and rubbing his elbow. Targeting just right, King leaps off the top rope, aiming the point of his elbow right into the chest of Laberinto. He convulses in pain after being hit, leaving him momentarily distracted at the fact that "The Icon" is once again going for a pinning cover onto his opponent. One! TWO! TH...no, a shoulder up by Laberinto. The camera shows that Max doesn't seem to have a reaction one way or another at the fact that Laberinto is still fighting back. Looking over to Kelly on the outside of the ring, who still stoic on the outside, King seems to get an idea in his head. He reaches down and pulls Laberinto to his feet, watching him stand on rubbery legs. King then nods once more, before slapping Laberinto HARD across the cheek. "IS THAT THE BEST YOU GOT?" he yells at the masked man. "...GEEZ! What is WITH Max King today?" Pete asks. Laberinto, holding his cheek in surprise at King slapping him like he just did, seems to get fired up by that. He suddenly dives at the Tag Team Champion, nailing him right into the head with a hard elbow shot! Again and again, he strikes down on King with various elbow shots, attempting to make "The Icon" cover up. "OK, that MAY have been a bad move on King's part, possibly making Laberinto mad like that!" Suicide King concedes. With Max down on the bat, holding his arms up to cover up from the strikes, Laberinto leaps up from the mat and drops down onto him with a HARD Senton splash. He doesn't end with just that, however...immediately climbing up to the top rope (as best as he can with a weakened leg) and gets ready to leap off. King starts to stir off the canvas now, sitting up a little bit...and gets caught by Laberinto nailing him with his good leg on the side of the head. The knee off the top rope into the temple sends King back down onto the canvas, and Laberinto takes advantage and goes for the cover! One! TW...King manages to kick out. "No WAY you're going to keep "The Icon" down with just one big move like that if you're someone the size of Laberinto." Suicide King notes. "He's going to have to do a LOT more than that if he expects to get the win." "On that fact I will agree with you, Suicide. However, this could be the chance that Laberinto was waiting for, now that he's got things going back into his favor." Laberinto doesn't wait for King to get back up, instead setting up the current Tag Champ's body and locking him up into a Triangle Choke while on the ground. Kelly's eyes go wide at seeing her man in trouble, but other than that she doesn't do or say anything. "Well, now we see a smart move on the part of Laberinto...holding "The Icon" down on the mat so he can't get beat on anymore." Suicide King observes. "Course, the question is if Laberinto can keep this move on him for a long time, because if he can't it's all going to go downhill from there." Laberinto senses that Max is moving closer to the ring ropes at the moment, and knowing he won't be able to keep on with the hold for too much longer lets it go, apparently trying to rethink his strategy. With King still holding his throat and neck as he tries to get up, Laberinto takes a few steps back, adjusting his position as he shakes out some of the pain in his legs. As soon as "The Icon" manages to get up to one knee, Laberinto charges in, and manages to nail a hard Shining Wizard! He goes for the cover once again, hooking the legs of Max as he goes for the pin. One! TWO! THR...NO! "See, what did I tell you? No WAY is Max King going to lose to such moves like this!" Suicide King comments. "Laberinto is going to have to take some big risks if he thinks that he's going to win this match." "And it looks like Laberinto is going to do JUST that, Suicide!" Pete comments. "Laberinto going to the top rope, and he's ready for...well, you never know with someone like him." Laberinto quickly gains his balance on the top, before leaping off, this time going in for a Frog Splash, amazing elevation considering the damage that had been done to his legs earlier in this match. However, it's all for naught as King manages to get his knees up, and Laberinto catches it right into the midsection. King slowly rolls onto his hands and knees after blocking that move attempt, knowing that he's got things going his way once again. Laberinto is coughing a bit under his mask, the wind knocked out of him as he crashed on the well toned knees of "The Icon". With both men still down, the referee is ABOUT to start a count, but doesn't get the chance to when King gets up to his feet. "The Icon" leans over, ready to grab Laberinto for more punishment... ...but gets caught off-guard when Laberinto manages to cradle him up...obviously not as out of it as he lead people to believe. He hooks him in tightly with the cradle, getting the... ONE! TWO! But only a two as King forces his way out of the move. Laberinto manages to fluidly move into a roll, getting up to his feet, and coming off the ropes as he goes in for King again...attempting a soccer-like kick, but getting caught by King and pulled onto the canvas again. "Max King has a hold of Laberinto's leg...he's got him down. What could he be..." "TEXAS CLOVERLEAF!" Suicide King quickly calls out as the move is attempted. Using his strength advantage, "The Icon" manages to roll Laberinto to his belly, hooking him into the Texas Cloverleaf and pushing down with all his weight into the masked man's back. "This is going to wear him out and good, Pete. I think that this is going to do it for Laberinto!" "You may be right...I don't know how strong Laberinto really is, but I know for a fact it is hard to drag someone that's 250 pounds towards the ring ropes when he's leaning all his weight into your back like this." Laberinto continues to struggle to get towards the ropes, but the force and power that Max King has over him at the moment is keeping him from getting as far as he would like. "This is it, Pete! The improved Max King is going to get the victory with this great Texas Clover..." Suddenly, as if thinking out a plan of attack, Laberinto twists his body quickly and suddenly. King, concentrating mostly on getting the move's pressure built up harder and harder, is completely caught off-guard and thrown to the mat again. Laberinto uses the ropes to pull himself up, unaware that the throw was only a momentary out as King reaches behind, trying to pull Laberinto into a reverse DDT. But Laberinto uses the ropes to his advantage, using them as a staircase to flip over, dropping "The Icon" with a reverse DDT of his own. "A modified Asai DDT!" Pete calls out. "That came out of NOWHERE, and just at the right moment for Laberinto!" "But look, both men are down right now! This isn't good for King, but there's no chance at the moment of Laberinto capitalizing on the move either!" Suicide comments. The crowd clapping their hands hard, trying to get Laberinto (who they have chosen to support after seeing how callous King was during the match itself) back into the match and in the direction of a win. Laberinto seems to hear their cheers, their calls for him to get moving into the match, and starts to roll his body over closer to where "The Icon" is lying. He forces his arm on top of "The Icon" One! TWO! But King STILL manages to get a shoulder up, much to the dismay of the fans in attendance. Laberinto, hearing the fans cheering for him and wanting him to win, starts to get up to his feet once again. King, while still doozy from the Asai DDT, starts to stir as well, and Laberinto knows that he's going to have to hit something REALLY big if he wants to get the victory here. He rolls his neck a bit, bounces off the ropes a bit, heading towards King.... ...and gets side-stepped, "The Icon" hooking him up once again into the Reverse DDT position...this time hooking up the leg and lifting up... "KING BUSTER!" Suicide King calls again. "NOW this match is over for sure!" "You may be right about that! Max King leaning in for the cover now..." King waits a bit, expecting to hear the three count. However, not hearing it, he looks at the referee, who points out a fact that "The Icon" seemed to have missed. The fact that Laberinto's other foot was under the bottom rope after King hit the move. "Geez, does Laberinto have a four leaf clover under that mask? He just HAPPENED to have his foot under the bottom rope there...talk about lucky!" "Luck or skill, King...the fact of the matter is that Max King is going to have to be more careful when he hit something from now on, if he doesn't want something like that to happen again." King curses a bit at the fact that Laberinto was able to luck out with his feet, and gets ready to pull him up again, hooking him into the preliminary position for the King Buster once again. He stalls a bit, looking out to the crowd upon hearing their boos resonate from around the arena. Trying to ignore them at the moment, he prepares to lift up... ...however, the move is reversed into when Laberinto turns into it, dropping down with a Novacaine that sends him crashing to the mat. "Great reversal by Laberinto! I didn't think that he still had it in him, but it's apparent that he did!" Pete calls. "Come on King, don't let...oh no!" Suicide King commentates, as Laberinto rubs his forehead in preparation. "Laberinto going to the top, and he's ready to hit it! It being Esta Terminado!" Pete calls out. "And if he hits this, it's all over!" "But has Max King worked his legs over too much to get the elevation for the move?" Suicide asks. "We'll find out in a mere few seconds! King is still down on the canvas, Laberinto diving off!" There's a hushed silence in the crowd as Laberinto leaps off of the top rope, his target in sight, perfectly aimed... ...but still manages to miss as King rolls out of the way just at the last second! Laberinto lands directly on his forehead, and the way he collapses makes it seem like he's out cold now. "This match is over, stick a fork in him, he's done!" Suicide King comments. "But does Max King realize that fact?" Pete asks...then gets his answer as King rolls over to his fallen adversary, placing a knee right into his back and pulling back on the head. "I guess so, as he's locking in the Compressor! Like he needs it right now." "Hey, you never know with a guy like Laberinto. This is just an insurance policy!" Suicide King gleefully says, as Max King locks his apparently inescapable finishing hold onto Laberinto. The quick moving combatant is trapped now, yet still struggles to find a way out of the predicament he's in. However, all he gets for his trouble is "The Icon" squeezing with the move as hard as possible. With no hope in sight for escape, Laberinto gives a signal that he gives up. *DING, DING, DING!* Funyon: Here is your winner, by submission..."THE ICON"...MAAAX...KIIIIING! "And a more vicious Max King than what we've seen in a while." Pete comments as King lets go of the hold in the ring. "I don't know what the heck all that was about..." "Who cares? It was great to see!" Suicide King says. "Maybe now we'll see more of King beating down on..." Suicide King goes silent as he sees "The Icon" reach down for Laberinto's hand, pulling him up to his feet. "Superstar", which had just started to play again after Laberinto gave up, dies out over the speakers, and the audience is in silenced awe as they wait to see what happens. The camera cuts closer to the ring to hear King's words. "You did good out there..." he says, not even sure if Laberinto can understand him. "From now on, things will only get rougher for you out there. Be ready for ANYTHING." He says, shaking Laberinto's hand again. The mask man, even if he doesn't understand the exact words that are being said, seems to understand the meaning behind them as he nods, and goes to raise King's arm in the middle of the ring. "So THAT'S what this was about!" Pete says as Kelly gets into the ring to applaud both men. "Max King was getting Laberinto ready for the things that were about to come for him in SWF!" "Ugh, and here I was hoping that King had finally seen the light. Damnit all." Suicide King bitterly says. The crowd is applauding both "The Icon" and Laberinto after the match ends, showing both men respect. "Now THIS is what the spirit of competition is all about!" Pete proudly says. "We need more things like this to happen. However, we'll have to wait and see if we get that again tonight on Lockdown. Stay tuned to see what we have in store!" The camera fades out as King helps Laberinto to the backstage area, helped a bit by Kelly as well. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Justice 0 Report post Posted February 9, 2006 (edited) [And with an electric roar of the fans, SWF Lockdown is back on the air! The camera fades right back in on our intrepid commentary team, already busy tonight after more than half of the show has gone past.] BEN HARDY: "Hello, fans, and WELCOME back to Lockdown! I'm Ben Hardy, and y'know, I'm just thrilled to be here for such an incredible night of SWF action." SUICIDE KING: "Yeah, and I'm the Suicide King, and I'm dying a slow and painful death." BEN: "Come on, King! It's been a very exiting night here so far, with the FANTASTIC match between Laberinto and Max King before we went to break, and the AMAZING conclusion of the triple threat crusierweight title match before that!" KING: "Yeah, I didn't think anything could eclipse a Wildchild match in blown spots, but hey, there you go." BEN [obliviously]: "In fact, I might go so far to say that so far tonight, we have witnessed the GREATEST Lockdown in the history of our sport!" KING: "Oh, you have got to be kidding me. I can't believe I'm actually wishing for Pete to come back." [before BEN can respond, the generic SWF rock theme kicks up and within a few moments, SWF commissioner JOE PETERS steps from behind the curtain to a huge NO REACTION! Peters really doesn't seem to notice, as he strides down towards the ring with his businesslike countenance, a clipboard in one of hands.] FUNYON: "Ladies and gentlemen! Please welcome SWF commissioner JOSEPH PETERS!" BEN: "Anyway, even with all we've seen tonight, I know I'm REALLY excited for this next segment! The man himself, the boss, the big man, the big cheese numero uno, the kingpin, the-" KING: "Holy Christ, Ben. Even Bobby Riley didn't suck this much; I know you're happy that by some act of God you got dragged out of the rank hellhole of post-match interviews, but get a grip." [bEN looks at KING with a hurt expression.] BEN: "...here's Joe Peters, and he's going to say some stuff." [JOE, already in the ring now, nods towards FUNYON and receives his microphone. With the camera centered on the ring, it becomes apparent that there is a large, clear plastic rotating bin like the one used at the NBA/NFL/NBA draft lotteries, filled with what looks like ping pong balls.] PETERS: "Ladies and gentlmen, thank you! I hope all of you SWF fans have enjoyed the great SWF action tonight so far, right here in... PORTLAND, OREGON!" [The smile on PETERS' face dissapates when he realizes that not even a blatant mention of the city he's in is going to get him a pop.] BEN: "Well, I know I certainly-" KING: "Stow it." PETERS: "Yes, well... I'm sure you've all got great expectations for the last three matches on this show, especially our main event! But before that, I have a very special announcement that I would like to share with all of you tonight!" KING: "Great. This sounds like the lead up to Riley's wedding announcement." BEN : "Well, we aren't in Vermont..." PETERS: "You see, fans, a few days ago, I was thinking. We here in the SWF have a tremendous lineage for all of our titles, with great wrestlers - some would say, legends - holding each and every one, defining their careers! But few titles have the history that the SWF Tag Team championships hold! Great teams like the Fallen, DVD, Justice & Rule, Wild & Dangerous..." KING: "Y2Chris..." PETERS: "Now, I have no slight against our current tag team champs, Max King and Landon Maddix, but I can't help but think in recent times the tag team belts have become neglected! With only a few teams like TKO contending for the tag team belts in the last few months, I think it is about time we staged a tag team REVIVAL! And while I was thinking on this, a rather unique and stunning idea came to me..." KING: "Oh, no..." HARDY: "I can't help but wonder what the commissioner is getting at, here." KING: "If it's anything like the last few brilliant ideas he's had, we're all in trouble. Family Friendly tag teams? A Totally Endorsed tournament?" PETERS: "With the small number of tag teams that are active today, we need a way to rectify things! A way to get more people involved in one of the oldest and greatest title pictures in our great federation! And so, beginning as soon as possible, I am commissioning the first ever LETHAL LOTTERY tag team tournament!" [Loud murmurs sweep through the crowd. A very select few who have heard of this premise before cheer.] BEN: "Wow! A Lethal Lottery tournament! This is going to be incredible!" KING: "...Ben, you have no idea what the hell that is, do you?" PETERS: "The premise, fans, is simple! We are going to take 24 members from the SWF - everyone on the roster except for the tag team champions, Wes Davenport and whoever the World Champion is at the end of tonight, and they will be RANDOMLY PAIRED together for a twelve-team round robin tournament, with the best two teams going on to face Max King & Landon Maddix at our next PPV, SWF FROM THE FIRE!" KING: "Random partners!? Is he crazy?" PETERS: "And not just any match, oh no! I only provide the best for you, the greatest fans in the world, the fans of the ESS! DOUBLEYEW! EFF! These four competitors that turn out to be good enough, worthy enough to face the tag team champions will do so in a three team... TABLES, LADDERS AND CHAIRS MATCH!" [At last, a response from the crowd! A loud cheer goes up at the name of the greatest spotfest match in history!] KING: "...yes, he's definitely crazy." BEN: "King, I... in all honesty, I'm at a loss for words. This kind of thing has never been attempted before in the SWF! We've had fed-wide tournaments, but a tag team tournament with random partners?" KING: "I think Peters gets the feeling that the only way he's going to have more tag team competition is to force everybody together. I don't think Peters realizes how low his stock's fallen after Family Friendly Lockdown and the free endorsement deal he signed." [in the ring, Peters continues.] PETERS: As you can see behind me, I have a bin here, and inside of it are 24 balls with 24 individual numbers, each corrisponding to a member of the SWF roster! I am going to procede with drawing numbers to form each of the 12 teams! If the lovely Funyon would care to come back up here and help me..." [FUNYON returns to the ring, and JOE speaks to him a moment, before he takes the handle of the bin and turns it several times. PETERS indicates to the SmarkTron, which now displays empty blocks number 1-12 for each tag team.] BEN: "Well, King, you forced Judge Mental and Ejiro Fasaki to tag together..." KING: "Hey, that's different. My genius was subtle and carefully calculated. This guy up here is just an idiot!" BEN: "Oh! Peters is about to do the first draw, let's see how this turns out." [FUNYON stops spinning the bin, and Peters picks out one of the balls, and then quickly looks at his clipboard.] PETERS: "WILDCHILD!" [The crowd cheers at the mention of WC's name while Funyon gives the bin another few spins. Peters reaches into it and withdraws a second numbered ball.] PETERS: "...and STRYKE!" [The crowd gives a very mild response to Stryke's name as FUNYON turns the bin once again.] KING: "Ahahaha! I take it back! I take it all back, Peters! This is the best idea you've ever had!" [PETERS' reaches into the bin once again, looking at the number on the white ball he's withdrawn.] PETERS: "MATT MYERS! [FUNYON spins the bin once more. Peters reaches in again after a few moments] ...and GHOST MACHINE 2.0!" BEN: "Matt 'The IT Guy' Myers?" KING: "I see this is a match made in heaven." "CED ORDONEZ! ...and LABERINTO!" KING: "...a referee?" BEN: "A former Bemani Cross Wizard and mystery man! Don't doubt the skills of Ced Ordonez, King, he's a formidable partner." [KING stares at BEN in disbelief.] "ZYON! ...and SPIKE JENKINS!" [The crowd pops huge for this pairing!] BEN: "Wow, what a pairing! I think we just found one of the frontrunners in the tournament!" KING: "I think I just found out what my least favourite team in this tournament is going to be. I just hope that Jenkins and Zyon's relationship doesn't last through another month." "THE CRIMSON SKULL! ...and JASON VON DIERCH!" KING: "I figure this is about as close as Heff's going to get to getting a title shot for Skull." "MICHAEL CROSS! ...and AKIRA KAIBATSU! [Another considerable wave of applause echoes through the Rose Garden] KING: "Something about this team doesn't seem that random to me..." BEN: "Just the same, an excellent pairing, one that should see a lot of success in this tournament." KING: "Hardy, you tool. Asian Underground or not, they haven't even had a match together yet. "CHRISTIAN FURY! ...and a MYSTERY PARTNER!" BEN: "Oh, my!" KING: "I call Annie Eclectic for return number 269." "INSANE LUCHADOR! ...and KEVIN COYOTE! BEN: "I don't think the commissioner is taking into account the beating Coyote received earlier... I'm not sure if he's going to be able to recover in time for that." "AMY STEPHENS! ...and BRUCE BLANK! [An ominous dead silence fills the arena.] KING: "WHAT!?" BEN: "Uh... I... I don't even know what to say to a pairing like that." "ARCHIE GRIFFON ...and JAY HAWKE!" BEN: "Oh my goodness! Or a pairing like that!" KING: "Heh, that should be interesting. The Internation Champion tagging with the man who came back to take his belt." "JIMMY THE DOOM ...and MANSON!" KING: "And what would you have to say about a pairing like that, Hardy?" BEN: "I have the greatest respect for Jimmy the Doom! A war hero who served his country is certain to have steely resolve, and coupled with Manson's intensity I think we're seeing a grouping that could do some serious damage!" KING: "...how do you say that kind of stuff with a straight face?" TODD CORTEZ! ...and THE LOSER OF JJ/ELM!" KING: "Whoa!" BEN: "Indeed! What a TEAM! A former world championship conderer paired with either a former world champion or another world championship contender! Incredible!" PETERS: "Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the pairing for the innagural SWF Lethal Lottery tag team tournament! 24 men, 12 teams, and one shot at gold on PAY... PER... VIEW! Ladies and gentlemen, I bid you adieu! Enjoy the rest of the show!" [The crowd cheers a little, still unsure of what to make of this strange idea. Peters waves to them one last time, and then exits the ring, leaving the commentators to talk his announcement over.] BEN: "Well, truly a unique idea from our commissioner! With so many different people teaming up for the first time, I can't imagine how the results are going to be for this tournament!" KING: "I've never seen a tournament where we could genuinely expect to see upsets take place. Tag teaming is totally different from singles competition, and even powerhouse teams like Cortez and JJ/ELM may be in trouble if they don't gel properly. I have to admit it, I can't imagine what the results from this tourney might be." BEN: "That's... that's a very insightful bit of commentary from you, King!" KING: "Somebody here has to do it." [bEN blanches.] BEN: "Yes, well... we'll be right back after a message from our sponsors!" [The camera leaves the commentary desk and settles on the SmarksTron, displaying the final pairings for the tournament, before we fade to black.] Ced Ordonez & Laberinto Stryke & Wildchild Archie Griffon & Jay Hawke Michael Cross & Akira Kaibatsu Christian Fury & ??? The Crimson Skull & Jason von Dierch Todd Cortez & JJ Johnson/ELM Matt Myers & Ghost Machine Spike Jenkins & Zyon Insane Luchador & Kevin Coyote Amy Stephens & Bruce Blank Jimmy the Doom & Manson Edited February 9, 2006 by chirs3 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Justice 0 Report post Posted February 9, 2006 As SWF Lockdown comes back on the air, we are granted not a view of the arena and the announce table but a shot of the backstage areas of the arena - namely, the parking lot. At this time of the night it's mostly unoccupied - not counting the cars of course - save for a lone figure strolling amiably towards the arena's back entrance. With his mobile phone pressed to his ear, chatting away to some unknown individual, Kevin Coyote seems rightly pleased with himself considering the events of Aftershox. Completely absorbed in his conversation and completely ignoring the camera, the young superstar pays absolutely no attention to his surroundings. "Kevin hasn't got a match tonight..." Hardy can be heard commenting from ringside. "So why is he at the arena?" "Collecting his paycheck of course." King smiles, reminiscing over how Coyote had beaten down LDP. "I'm sure he's on top of the world right now." And King is absolutely right about Kevin's attitude - right until he takes a lead pipe across the spine. With a cry of pain Coyote goes down to hands and knees, his phone skittering across the hard asphalt. Hia assailant flattens him against the hard ground with a second pipe shot, while a second figure starts laying in kicks to Kevin's ribs. Curling up in pain, the young superstar tries to roll or scurry away from his attackers, who grab him by the shoulders and drag him bodily to his feet, the lights finally revealing their faces as they throw him against the grill of a nearby SUV, eliciting another cry of pain from the young supserstar. "That.. that's..." King blurts out loud. "Aidan Redmond and Aaron Carpenter! What are those two rookies doing here!?" "I have no idea!" Hardy stammers out. "But they're not done with poor Kevin yet!" Coyote isn't look too well, slumped against the hood of the SUV, clutching his ribs as Redmond and Carpenter advance forward to continue their beating. In an attempt to escape Kevin ducks his head and rushes forward between his two assailants, turning quickly to face them as they about face to keep him in their line of sight. Before the young superstar can even make an attempt at a counter attack, his arches his spine at the dull *thunk* of metal on flesh, before he finds the lead pipe hooked around his throat as a long-haired figure braces his knee in Kevin's back and chokes him with the pipe. "Bryan Levy!?" Hardy blurts in surprise. "Wasn't he fired for... uh... well.. what was it?" "Being on every drug known to man." the Suicide King replies. But the Poet is far from his laid back self as he continues to choke Kevin out with the length of pipe, before lowering his knee and tossing the pipe aside. Coyote collapses to his knees, holding his throat in one hand and trying to breath while the other shields his battered ribs. Standing over him, Bryan Levy hoists the battered superstar back to a standing position and nods towards Aidan and Aaron who set themselves before Levy half-whips, half-shoves Kevin towards them. The two rookies catch Coyote between them and lift him up, before using the momentum to throw him bodily into the windshield of the SUV. The loud crash of glass makes announcers and viewers in the arena go silent as the threesome admire their handiwork, while Coyote's body slides down the hood of the SUV and slumps in a heap to the asphalt, bleeding from several bloody gashes in his face and arms. Redmond and Carpenter give the young superstar's body a few more half-hearted kicks, while Levy strolls over to the discarded phone - where a female voice is screaming in fear and wanting to know what's going on, and the Poet looks at the phone for a long moment. "Sorry." he quips dryly. "Kevin's a bit too... beat... to talk to you right now. Have a nice day." With a sort of lazy callousness, Levy tosses the phone down next to Kevin's faintly writhing body, and then along with Aidan Redmond and Aaron Carpenter, the Poet makes his escape, running almost like the wind. The camera watches them go before panning back to the beaten and blooded body of Kevin Coyote, the cries and screams of the unknown female on the phone seeming louder than anything before the SWF cuts quickly to a commercial... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Justice 0 Report post Posted February 9, 2006 Matt Myers adjusts his lensless glasses while he addresses the camera standing outside Bruce Blank’s locker room “Matt Myers here ready to bring you yet another scoop from backstage as I go where few people dare go – Bruce Blank’s locker room” he says as he knocks on the door and then enters without even waiting for a reply. “.. not going to happen Bruce” we hear Matthew Kivell tell Bruce as the big man is focused on strapping on a large, heavy metallic knee brace on his right knee. Myers holds up a finger to tell the crew to be quiet as they approach the two men. “You’re kidding right?” Bruce says, not really helping much in figuring out what’s going on. “I’ve been sent to tell you that we cannot allow you to wear what’s essentially a weapon to the ring” Kivell says and points to the knee brace and it’s sharp, exposed edges. “Oh really?” Bruce says as he tightens the last strap with a snap “Here is what I think: I think that I will wear this to the ring to PROTECT MY KNEE and that no one will even raise a stink about it.” “Bruce there are other ways to protect your knee than with… THAT” Kivell says as he points to the knee brace “There are newer models in plastic and padded metal that wouldn’t hurt your opponents.” “I’ve tried them, they’re crap and they break too easily. In case you haven’t noticed I’m a big guy and my matches tend to be… animated” Bruce says as he grabs hold of his crutch and uses it to get to his feet. “It won’t be allowed” Kivell categorically states “You don’t say? Well this says it will” Bruce says as he pulls a document from his duffel bag and hands it to Matthew Kivell. “My medical clearance” Kivell starts to read the paper and the camera man sneaks a peak over Matthew’s shoulder to catch a glimpse of the name at the top of the document “Dr. Nick Riviera MD” “See there at the bottom? What does it say?” Bruce says as he points to the bottom part of the document. “It says that in Dr. Riviera’s medical opinion you need to wear this brace and not allowing it would leave the SWF open to a lawsuit over having an unsafe work environment” Kivell says with defeat clearly written all over his face. *sigh* “Alright I’ll pass that on” Kivell says and slinks off with his task incomplete. Bruce smirks for a moment as Matthew Kivell leaves but then turns from arrogance to annoyance as he spots Matt Myers and his lame Clark Kent imitation complete with a fedora that has a note that says “Press” on it. “They’re really scraping the bottom of the barrel tonight aren’t they?” Bruce grunts. “Mr. Blank my viewers want to know why you didn’t respond to Insane Luchador’s challenge earlier?” “Challenge? I’m sorry but did you put “Challenge” and “Insane Luchador” in the same sentence?” Says Bruce as he shakes his head “You’re kidding right?” “Kidding? He’s a former 3 times Hardcore champion, he’s considered one of the most violent competitors in the history of the SWF” Matt points out showing everyone that he’s fact checked his story before going on the air. “Yeah but what’s he done lately? Beat the Crimson Skull? I beat him AND Jimmy the Doom AND Akira in the same damn match, so that doesn’t impress me much. I heard that you’ve got a bug up your ass about me Luchador, but frankly you’re just so beneath me that I’m not even bothered.” And with that Bruce indicates that the interview is over. Pointing to the exit as he taps a barbwire wrapped bat is all the hint Matt Myers’ needs that he’s no longer wanted here so he quickly leaves the dressing room. Once outside the door Matt turns to the camera to wrap it up. “Well there you have it: Bruce Blank is leaving the Ultraviolent division and he’s going to focus on shoot matches” Myers says, showing that he’s got a knack for drawing the wrong conclusions and should expect Fox News to call him soon about a job opportunity. “Matt Myers, SWFNN, Backstage at Lockdown” Myers signs off. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Justice 0 Report post Posted February 9, 2006 "EEEEEEEEEEH BOO, BOO!!" YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!! The weird robot music segues into the music for the original Spider-Man cartoon as some very animated, excited Japanese dude starts to sing. "Ghost Machine, Ghost Machine He's an ass kicking Machine" "Here comes the Ghost Machine!!" Ben says excitedly as the fans chant. "It's Ghost Machine V2.0, big difference here – it's like George Bush and George W. Bush" King points out. "Except people actually cheer for V2.0" Ben adds, for once making a good point "Throws a foe, any size Pokes opponents in the eyes Look out! Here comes the Ghost Machine-ah! " Chris Belcourt steps through the curtains and stops for a second to draw a sigh before he pulls Ghost Machine into the arena. Belcourt doesn't look too happy with the situation as he pulls a Red Ryder wagon towards the ring with Ghost Machine sitting in it totally motionless. "Ghost Machine has specifically targeted Bruce Blank. But no one knows exactly why he came to out and demanded a title match" Ben says trying desperately to think of something beyond the most generic of comments, and totally failing in the process. "Maybe it's in his programming to hate anyone from Alabama? If he's programmed to be close to human it's a requirement" King says as Chris Belcourt pulls the little wagon up to ringside. "Is he strong? Listen bud He's got an artificial bod! " When Ghost Machine doesn't move Belcourt looks a little annoyed, then he just shakes his head and pulls out a funnel and a bottle of Smithwick Ale from the wagon. Belcour tilts Ghost Machine's head back and then inserts the funnel into GM's oil filter – or as we call it: "the mouth" – and then pours the bottle of Smithwick down the funnel. "As any Chippendale will tell you it's important to be well oiled" Ben quips "You spend a lot of time studying the Chippendales Ben?" King can't help but ask. "Can he leap from the rope And land on a dope Hey there! There goes the Ghost Machine VEEEEE TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-AH!! " The second the funnel is removed Ghost Machine jumps up from the Red Ryder wagon and enters the ring where he quickly prints out a card and hands it to Funyon. "In alignment with the Benner Corps. Mission Statement of "utilizing the synergy in wrestling to create better human imitation software" they proudly prese – "Funyon says before he's cut off by Skynyrd's "Don't ask me no questions" WHITEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE TRASH!! WHITEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE TRASH!! "Show some respect people! This man went through HELL at ClusterFuck and lived to tell the tale" King says indignantly as the crowd boos before Bruce has even entered the arena. "Yeah but you saw him, he's paid the price for it. He's hurt and honestly he shouldn't step into the ring" Ben replies saying out loud what a lot of people are probably thinking. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! The boos increase as the curtains part and Bruce Blank limps into the arena leaning on a crutch as he makes his way to the ring. Being a Hardcore rules match means that Bruce is actually allowed to wear the Football helmet that's he's got on, but that doesn't mean the fans have to like it. The Ultraviolent champion doesn't seem to care at all as he just taps his University of Alabama Crimson Tide football helmet with his heavily taped up left hand. "Erm.. I didn't know Bruce played for the Crimson Tide" Ben says as he starts to riffle through his papers "I mean he's got the jersey too and all" "I doubt he went to college Ben, it's just a matter of state pride" King says as he rolls his eyes over Ben's stupidity. Bruce hobbles up the steps, places the crutch against the ringpost and then gingerly enters the ring as he makes sure to keep his weight off the right leg. Moments later Izzy Slappowitch holds up the Ultraviolent title and then motions for the bell. *DING!*DING!*DING!* "AAAAAAAAAAAND HERE WE GO!! You're in for a good match Ben, this will be all out action" King says as … nothing happens in the ring. Ghost Machine just looks at Bruce like he was trying to process a massive amount of visual information, Bruce on the other hand holds back a little as he watches his opponent and waits for him to make the first move. GM V2.0's head jitters a little as he seems to compute the best opening move, then to the surprise of everyone he drops down into a three point stance "What the?" Moments later Ghost Machine runs forward, faints right, then hooks around Bruce's left and leaps into the air like he was catching a football and then moments later spikes the imaginary football. "What the hell is going on with Ghost Machine?" Ben asks, totally confused by the Robotic Rassler's antics. Ghost Machine gets down into a 4 point stance like he was part of the Steelers' offensive line and this was the Super Bowl. "I think that he's set in the wrong mode, it looks like he thinks it's a football game" King says "Could it be the helmet and the jersey that's throwing him off?" "Bruce's wide shoulders may have registered as shoulderpads?" Ben adds as he finally shows some real insight tonight. The Ghost Machine comes blasting out of the four point stance and rushes straight at Bruce, but the Ultraviolent champion lowers his upper body and blocks the attack by driving his right shoulder and forearm straight into the chest of the purple people imitator, knocking him down HARD!! *POW!!* "Man he could play for the pros" Ben says as he bears witness to Bruce's display of raw power. "Nah he'd draw too many penalties for dirty tactics" says King to quickly dismiss that notion. Bruce can't help but show off a little as he raises both arms in the air motioning for a "touch down", but he's calling the win before it's in the bag as Ghost Machine shakes the shoulder tackle off pretty quickly and then gets back to his feet. This time Bruce takes the offensive and tries to strike his opponent with a helmet assisted headbutt. Ghost Machine barely slips out of the way but does avoid what would have been a crushing blow, then he quickly lands a couple of Shotei palm thrusts to Bruce's chest to give himself some room to move on. "I think Ghost Machine finally figured out that this is a wrestling match" King says as very few football players use Shotei palm thrusts. "That's the problem with computers, they're only as smart as they're programmed to be – he was given football input and it threw him off" Ben "Tech-geek" Hardy states. After driving Bruce back with a couple of blows Ghost Machine suddenly throws himself at Bruce's legs obviously hoping to strike the right leg, but misses as Bruce manages to move his leg out of harms way. While still on the ground Ghost Machine kicks backwards aiming a boot at Bruce's knee but once again Bruce manages to keep his injured knee out of harms way. "You know Bruce may as well draw a bull's-eye on that thing cause everyone will target Bruce's hurt right knee from now on" King says, taking over for Pete in the "Stating the obvious" department. "Or maybe they'll target Bruce's broken left hand, or his ear" Ben adds pointing out that there are several weaknesses to explore. Ghost Machine gets up on his knees, but that's as far as he makes it before Bruce rushes in and tries to headbutt him in the back of the head. Machine leans forward to avoid the helmet and then backdrops the much bigger man over from a kneeling position. YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! Ghost Machine has been getting more and more favorable reactions with time and now that he's facing Bruce it seems that 99% of the arena are on his side. Ocularly detecting an opening Ghost Machine lands a sliding drop kick to the back of Bruce as he sits on the canvas, striking him right in the "Bruce Blank" written across the back. The impact manages to shake Bruce's helmet loose as the chin strap pops and the helmet comes off. "Golden opportunity for Ghost Machine!!" King says as GM picks up the helmet "HIT HIM WITH IT!" "That drop kick did more than knock the helmet off King, Bruce's back took a lot of punishment in the Japanese Deathmatch – I mean look at him suffering" Ben replies explaining why Bruce is doubled over on his knees holding his back "Yeah he has burns and cuts all over it, I saw the match up close Ben" King reminds him "USE THE HELMET!!" The crowd is practically begging Ghost Machine to hit Bruce with the football helmet, but Ghost Machine just looks at the helmet as his head twitches ever so slightly as if he's trying to process something. Then he hands the helmet over to Izzy Slappowitch who is as surprised as everyone else in the arena, but takes the helmet and then removes it from the ring. "WHAT?" King screams in surprise The momentary delay has allowed Bruce to get back on his feet and has taken his metal crutch off the apron ready to strike Ghost Machine. Bruce swings at Ghost Machine's ribs with the end but the Machine is just half a step faster than the plodding Bruce and manages to grab hold of the end of it. With his right hand on the crutch Ghost Machine quickly fires off a left handed Shotei thrust to Bruce's hurt ear "Now we're talking!" Hardy says with excitement. But for the second time in a row Ghost Machine hands the weapon over to the referee, and once again the referee turns his back to the action to get rid of the crutch. The second Izzy Slappowitch turns his back to the two competitors Bruce takes 3 steps towards Ghost Machine and then plants his right foot upside Ghost Machine's head with enough force to flip Ghost Machine 360 degrees in the air. *BAM!!* "Whoa" King says as he almost leaps out of his chair in surprise Bruce just smirks as the crowd begins to boo him, then he quickly drops a right knee to Ghost Machine's chest driving his metal brace into Ghost Machine's chest unit showing NO signs of pain or injury. Then to add insult to injury Bruce jumps up and down in place a few times as he flaunts the fact that his knee is absolutely fine. But the moment Izzy turns his attention back towards Bruce the big man goes back to limping again. "IT WAS A DAMN LIE!!" Ben roars all outraged and flustered over Bruce's ploy. "It's a miracle! Bruce regained the use of his damaged, nay his PULVERIZED knee. This is amazing" King says as he tries to contain a laugh. "Oh you've got to be kidding me, Bruce pretended to have an injured knee to throw people off" Hardy says acting like it's a big surprise that Bruce would ever try such tactics. The Ultraviolent champion can't help but laugh at the fan reaction as he pulls Ghost Machine up onto his knees and then runs his "Graphical User InterFACE" down the side of his thick metal brace, basically flaunting that he gets away with wearing a WEAPON to the ring. Despite his knee not being hurt he's got other injuries that are hampering in the ring, so far Bruce has hardly used his left hand or arm and his forehead is still bandaged after being cut to ribbons by Akira. "You know Bruce won his title in his second ever match in the federation" Ben says, trying to show off that he's really prepared for tonight's show. "Yeah I was kinda there Ben" King says "Oh" is all Ben can think to say, inwardly cursing himself for such a mistake. Bruce grabs Ghost Machine by the mask and his purple body suit and tosses his opponent through the ropes and to the floor without exerting much effort. Taking care to look like he's limping Bruce steps through the ropes and then down to the floor, entering "his home field" so to speak. As his internal gyroscope hasn't adjusted yet Bruce is able to throw Ghost Machine shoulder first into the ringpost and then he picks up a chair *CLANG!!* "METAL ON METAL!! OH MY GOD HE IS REALLY A ROBOT!!" Ben yells out as the loud metallic clang reverberates through the entire arena. "Oh calm down, he hit the ringpost not Ghost Machine" King says "Oh" is once again all Hardy can think to say. Ghost Machine avoided the blow with the chair as he slumped down to his knees causing Bruce to strike the post instead. The impact seems to have hurt Bruce's left hand as he drops the chair and grabs his left hand while in pain. Ghost Machine quickly brings his recovery program online and rises to his feet, picking up the chair that Bruce just dropped. But once again Ghost Machine chooses to hand the chair over to the referee and instead manages to surprise Bruce with a belly to back suplex that taxes every servo and hydraulic unit in Ghost Machine's body. YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!! "That's the third time he's handed over a weapon" King says totally confused by Ghost Machine's actions. "He could be malfunctioning King, he's not programmed for these types of matches right?" Ben says. "That is what the Benner Corp statement said yeah… oh crap" "What?" Ben asks all surprised. "You actually had a good point" King says having a hard time admitting it. After having suplexed Bruce Ghost Machine drags the big man up on the Red Ryder wagon draping the big man over the kids' wagon. GM pushes Bruce's towards the aisle before he aims Bruce and then with a running start pushes Bruce down the aisle. The Red Ryder wagon drives straight into the side of the guardrail about two thirds down the aisle as the fans in the arena shout out "STEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-RIKE!!" "Oh lord not a Bowling subroutine" Ben groans thinking that Ghost Machine has once again misinterpreted his input. "Bowling isn't full contact!" King says harshly and then adds a little sotto voce "idiot" With Bruce against the guard rail Ghost Machine begins to stomp away on Bruce's chest, driving the sole of his boot into Bruce's chest imitating the way Bruce usually stomps a mudhole in opponents, adding insult to injury in the process. After the mudhole stomping Ghost Machine quickly scans the surroundings trying to see which surface will cause the most damage. "Ghost Machine has hesitated quite a bit in this match Ben, I don't think he was designed for a Hardcore environment" "Why did he challenge Bruce then? Unless of course he's not a robot" Ben says suspiciously. "Of course he's a robot Ben" King says and then quickly adds "Would a human being give away a weapon if he was fighting Bruce? No so there you have it!! End of discussion!" Ghost Machine pulls Bruce up to his feet and then locks his arms around the big man's waist as he tries to take Bruce down with another belly to back suplex, this time on the bare concrete. While Bruce might be hurt his survival instinct is alive and well and he quickly grabs hold of the guard rail to prevent Ghost Machine from succeeding. "Smart move on Bruce's part – man I bet that's not something you or Pete says a lot" Ben quips. "SMART MOVE ON BRUCE'S PART!" King yells out as Bruce grabs a chair from the front row and blindly swings it over his back to strike Ghost Machine. The shot with the chair breaks Ghost Machine's waist lock and staggers the Robotic Rassler. Instead of striking Ghost Machine once again Bruce just hands the chair to him and smiles. Ghost Machine's glitch kicks in once again as he turns to hand the chair over to the referee. The second Ghost Machine turns his attention away from Bruce the Ultraviolent champion springs into action and slams Ghost Machine's head against the chair in the referee's hands. "It took Bruce a while to figure it out but he's taking advantage of Ghost Machine's faulty programming." Says King. Bruce quickly grabs the steel chair from Izzy Slappowitch and then strikes Ghost Machine over the back with it. *BLAM!* The impact knocks Ghost Machine forward, through the curtains and into the Eel Position (remember kids: the SWF didn't have a Gorilla Monsoon) sending him tumbling backstage. Bruce is right behind Ghost Machine, forgetting to pretend to limp as he's in control of the match. Ghost Machine tries to get out of Bruce's path of destruction but Bruce catches him with the edge of the chair to the back knocking Ghost Machine into a door where the sign reads "Superior Consultant" Tom Flesher "That's Tom Flesher's Office" Ben says like he was telling everyone a secret. "Yes thank you if not for you and the SIGN ON THE DOOR no one would know that." King says. Bruce throws the chair down and then gets a good grip on Ghost Machine as he aims for the door. The door comes off the hinges as Bruce tosses Ghost Machine through the air, hitting the door back first. The impact pops the frame out of the wall and sends Ghost Machine V2.0 stumbling into the office of Tom Flesher. "Hey baby are you ready to finish our stripcandyl –" a towel clad Allison Onita says before she realizes that it's not Tom Flesher but Bruce and Ghost Machine. "THANK GOD FAMILY FRIENDLY RULES ARE DEAD AND BURIED!!" King says out loud as he enjoys the sight. Bruce stops for a second, sees the Candyland game on the table, Allison's bra hanging off the corner of the table. Then he just smiles as he puts his hand up to his imaginary cowboy hat brim and goes "Howdy miss!" Allison Onita isn't really swayed by Bruce's southern charm but instead quickly takes off running leaving Bruce and Ghost Machine alone in Tom's office. Ghost Machine's facial recognition software must have matched Allison's algorithm cause the robot momentarily turns his head and looks at her as she runs out of the office. The momentary distraction is all Bruce needs to grab the keyboard off Flesher's desk and raise it over his head ready to pounce. "Input THIS!" Bruce says as he swings the keyboard through the air. *POW!!* "HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLY CRAP!! Bruce just shattered that keyboard over Ghost Machine's head" Ben yells out as the keyboard comes apart sending keys flying everywhere. "With Bruce that's considered technical wrestling" King points out "If it doesn't draw blood Bruce is probably disappointed" Although Ghost Machine V2.0 isn't known as a high flying application he does fly pretty well as Bruce launches him over Tom Flesher's solid oak table straight into the soft cushy office chair where he ends up legs up and head down. When Bruce makes his way around the table Ghost Machine has gotten his hands on the edge of the table and is able to spin the chair and thus himself around enabling him to strike Bruce on his hurt ear with one of his boots. The kick to the ear must have torn a stitch or something because seconds after Ghost Machine has kicked him the bandage starts to turn blood red. "Man that's using your head Ghost Machine" says Ben admiring Ghost Machine's tactics. "No he used his feet dumb ass!" King replies. Being programmed to work either head up or head down Ghost Machine lands another kick to Bruce's face, this time the jaw. With Bruce staggered Ghost Machine quickly flops out of the chair and onto his feet to resume his normal fighting position. With the hoax of Bruce's knee entered as a variable Ghost Machine opts to strike Bruce in the left knee, knocking Bruce down on one knee. "Oh I know what's next" King says as the Robotic Rassler backs up a few steps. Ghost Machine turns the velocity dial up and aims at Bruce's head once more. The step on Bruce's bent right knee gives him the lift needed to execute the Shinning Big Boot but instead of striking Bruce's face he strikes Flesher's hard drive that Bruce holds up at the last moment "CLOOOONG!!" "Pentium or Benner Corp tech, what's stronger?" Ben quips as Ghost Machine kicks the hard drive out of Bruce's hands but also seems to have jammed a gear in his ankle joint – either that or he IS human and hurt his foot kicking the metal box You be the judge. Bruce gets back to his feet and then drives his metal clad right knee straight into the side of Ghost Machine's head knocking him down hard! After looking around for a moment Bruce sees a deer head on the wall that he quickly grabs and turns back towards Ghost Machine. With the deer head raised over his head, antlers pointed downwards Bruce pounces on Ghost Machine. "DENIED!!" Ben Hardy blurts out as Ghost Machine raises his left foot and simply lets Bruce run right into it crotch first. With Bruce doubled over Ghost Machine places both his feet on Bruce's chest and pushes backwards hard kicking the big man back into a filing cabinet with enough force to knock it over. The deer head lands on Ghost Machine's chest, but due to his Hardcore Glitch he doesn't use the weapon but instead just hands it over to Izzy Slappowitch. "Again he gives the weapon away, I don't care how tough you are or how strong you are – you're not going to beat Bruce in a Hardcore match without using weapons" King says "I dunno, I mean Ghost Machine has done pretty well so far, mixing in wrestling to throw Bruce's tactics off " Ben points out. Once Ghost Machine turns his attention back towards Bruce he sees that the big man is actually running out of the office while holding his left elbow to protect it from further impact. After computing his options Ghost Machine V2.0 chases after Bruce and ends up in the hallway, but no Bruce in sight. "He's hiding? He's HIDING?" Ben says in disbelief. "I'm sure he's not hiding, that's not Bruce's style – it's an ambush, trust me." King replies confidently. Ghost Machine looks at all the doors: locker room, janitor's closet, men's restroom, women's restroom and a fire exit. For a moment he calculates the probability of each door before choosing the Women's Restroom – his probability subroutine gave it the best odds. "The bathroom is empty?" Ben says all surprised "I thought there was always a long line in the women's bathroom" "You forget that this is a wrestling event, there just aren't that many women in attendance" King explains. Ghost Machine looks around in the women's bathroom, checking out the couch and TV arena and then the nail station but no Bruce in sight. With only the stalls left to check Ghost Machine goes down the line and pushes the doors open in succession. When he opens a door about 4-5 doors down he's greeted by a loud shriek "DO YOU MIND!!" Bruce yells from the stall as he pushes the door shut for some privacy. Ghost Machine moves on to the next stall before he realizes what had just happened, then he takes 4 steps backwards and pushes the door open again. Ghost Machine's optimized servos enables him to duck before Bruce is able to strike him with the toilet seat that's in his hand. Ghost Machine then strikes Bruce on his injured left wrist causing him to drop the toilet seat straight down on top of himself with the lid hitting him in the head and the seat coming down around his neck. "Man that's unsanitary!!" Ben says all grossed out. "It's the women's bathroom Hardy, it's probably lavender scented and sanitized you dork" Bruce staggers back into the hallways quickly followed by Ghost Machine who seems to be in control of the match at this junction. Bruce haphazardly points at something down the hall to distract Izzy Slappowitch and then tries to nail Ghost Machine in the head with a running big boot, but Ghost Machine is aware of Bruce's pretend injury and easily ducks under it. "He's a damn dirty liar!! That knee is no more hurt than I am" Ben says *POW!* "OW! Why did you hit me in the ribs?" Ben says rubbing his ribs from where King just nailed him with an elbow. "You said you were as hurt as Bruce's knee… do the math" King replies with a grin. "But he's fine, he's just pretending to have an injury" Ben argues "Really? Does he have a doctor's note saying he's injured and needs the brace?" King asks. "Well yeah but… " "Thank you, end of story" King says to cut Hardy off. With Bruce caught off guard Ghost Machine nails him in the back with a high knee placed right between the King of Pain's shoulder blades. The knee sends Bruce face first into the front of a Pepsi Max machine breaking the glass on impact and knocking the toilet seat off him. *KREEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSH!!* . . . . . *clank*clank* Moments later Ghost Machine is back on his feet and nails the big Ultraviolent champion in the jaw 3 times with a series lightning quick Shotei strikes the second Blank turns around. Each time he strikes Bruce he sends little shards of glass from the broken vending machine and small droplets of blood through the air as Bruce's head snaps backwards. With Bruce staggered Ghost Machine crawls up on a trash can next to the Pepsi machine and then he crawls up and sits on top of the Pepsi machine right behind Bruce. Desperate situations call for the "Desperate measures" subroutine to be invoked it would seem. "Could it be??" Ben asks "FEATUREEEEEEEEEEEE CREEP!!" King yells out as Ghost Machine places his knee behind Bruce's head and holds on to him by the hair. Ghost Machine leaps off the edge of the vending machine and tries to drive Bruce to the ground, but the big man manages to actually take a step forward first BEFORE falling forward with Ghost Machine's knee of his head. As Bruce falls forward Ghost Machine's face slams against the hallway lamp unprotected *CRASH!* "Oh – lord!" Hardy says as he watches the sparks fly from Ghost Machine breaking the lamp with his face Even with Ghost Machine crashing against the lamp his forward momentum still drives the big man to the ground. The Robotic Rassler lands on top of Bruce driving the champ's face into the concrete with a sickening thud. Even if the extra step didn't save Bruce from being hit with the Feature Creep it has resulted in Ghost Machine being unable to turn Bruce over and cover him as he is not moving. "Hey King – can we have a no contest?" Ben asks revealing that even though he's brushed up on all sorts of facts he doesn't knows much. "Don't worry this isn't over yet, far from it" King says confident that one of the participants will recover momentarily. "any minute now" Bruce lies in the hallway face down on the concrete, breathing heavily but otherwise not moving. "Any minute now" King repeats just to reassure himself. Ghost Machine V2.0 lays on top of Bruce totally immobile as a small puff of smoke rises from his singed mask. "AAAAAAAAAny min- Oh thank god!" King says as Ghost Machine sits up. "I'm sorry I doubted you King" Ben says as Ghost Machine V2.0 slowly rises "You should be." Ghost Machine has barely gotten back to his feet when a masked man in red and black comes running out from somewhere and quickly jams a red Cattle Prod into Ghost Machine's lower back / back up server and sends a large amount of volts through him. *ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!* The moment the cattle prod touches Ghost Machine the robot seizes up and starts to shake uncontrollably and the longer the masked man keeps up the attack the more Ghost Machine shakes *ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZAP!!* Once the cattle prod is turned off Ghost Machine falls to the ground and shudders a bit before laying totally still like he had been short circuited by the electricity. After pulling Bruce's unconscious body on top of Ghost Machine the masked man turns to the camera and points at it. "You ain't seen nothing K?" the man in the red dragon's head mask says before running off down the aisle. "What the hell?" is all The Suicide King can say "Who was that??" Ben asks totally clueless ONEEEEEE!! "Was he there to help Bruce or attack Ghost Machine?" King asks as Izzy Slappowitch starts to count the pin-fall. TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!! "Either way Bruce could steal the match right here and now" Ben realizes as Izzy's hand moves down for the third time. THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! "Bruce pulls it off!! He pulls it off once again!" King yells out while the fans in the arena turns up their boos and jeers as Bruce has managed to deny them the pleasure of seeing him beat for the title once more. "Oh bullshit! That dragon guy did it. Ghost Machine had it won King!" Ben says totally ready to run backstage and explain it all. "Did Bruce just get a 3 count?" King asks "Well yeah" Ben admits "That's all that matters. Besides there wasn't a damn thing Izzy could do about it, it's all legal in the Ultraviolent division" King adds with a grin. The last thing we see before Lockdown goes to commercials is Izzy Slappowitch dropping the Ultraviolent title on Bruce's chest and the champion instinctively grabbing it even though he's hardly conscious. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Justice 0 Report post Posted February 9, 2006 Alternatively titled: "I had a bad day and I'm taking it out on them." --- SWF Lockdown is back on the area and live from the Rose Garden in Portland, Oregon. But as the cameras come to life we are shown not the ringside area, the cheering fans, and the announcers, but the backstage area. The concrete hallways of the arena are fairly empty at this time, save for one thing. The figure of Todd Cortez is visible at the other end of one long corridor, coming towards the viewer as he hurries towards the gorilla position to get ready for his match. A door opens slightly as he approaches, but the Urban Legend seems not to notice it until a sultry female voice comes from the room. "Heya there, big boy..." The voice perks Cortez's interest and he turns towards the barely open door, trying to peer around it and see the owner of the voice. As the camera watches, the door opens a bit more, and then the Urban Legend's eyes bulge. A hand - nay, a paw, with black fur and sharp claws - has him by the groin in a vicelike grip. With a groan, he sinks to his knees as the sharp claws dig in, grasping weakly at the concrete as the shadowy owner of the voice hauls on his precious testicles and drags him inch by inch into the room. With a weak cry Cortez tries to escape, but the door clicks shut behind him and a low *thud* is heard. "What the hell?" King is heard asking from ringside. "You got me." Ben Hardy, subbing for Pete, shrugs his shoulders. Akira Kaibatsu, minus the services of one Mr. Kobe, is seen a few moments later running along the hallway at top speed, aware he's late for his match. As he appraoches the oddly conspicious door it swings open completely, catching him square in the face and knocking him on his eyes. Muttering in his native language, Akira holds his forehead and clambers back to his feet, grabbing the doorhandle and swinging it open to give the occupant within a piece of his mind. This time, a softly furred and sharply clawed foot comes out of the doorway and catches Kaibatsu right in the private parts, before a paw grabs him by the hair and yanks him into the room. The door slams shut for a second time and accompanied by a second *thud* as the camera cuts to ringside. "Well, we were scheduled to have a match..." Hardy scratches his head, looking confusedly at the camera. "But something... appears to have happened..." "Wait!" King cries as the Smarktron starts to fizzle. "Camera feed! Camera feed!" When the feed has cleared of static, what is revealed is what to all intents appears to be a large closet or boiler room of some sort. Both Akira Kaibatsu and Todd Cortez are unconscious, kept upright only by some handy leather straps tying them to the boiler pipes. Both have matching lumps on the side of their head where they were no doubt clubbed. As the crowd mumbles and murmurs, the two superstars begin to come to, looking around in confusion before realising they were bound and rattling their restraints. The third figure, their abductor, wastes no time in making herself known as she pulls a thin cord to turn on the lights. "Oh christ." is all King says. Trailing a dagger down her outfit, the remarkably charming yet distinctly furry features of Ebony are revealed. The ferreasel is clad in her usual skintight catsuit, and lounges on what appears to be an old stuffed sofa chair. The mustelid turns her head in the direction of the camera with a too bright smile that bears too many sharp teeth, before taking her dagger between her fingers and throwing it. Cortez yelps, looking down at the blade embedded an inch below his precious manly parts and utters a sigh of relief. A second later, Ebony's heel kicks straight into his groin, making his eyes bulge and his entire body convulse as he lets out a heartfelt deep groan that has all the males at home and those at ringside clutching themselves. Kaibatsu views this with an almost terrified look in his eyes, uttering something in his native language that makes the ferreasel pause for a moment, balanced on one leg and grinding her heel into Cortez' testicles. She coyly examines the claws of one hand, then returns to a standing position before digging them deep into Kaibatsu's own testicular region and squeezing, making tears spring to the Asian's eyes before she steps away from them both, watching them heave and groan at the pain surging from their tormented nether regions. "Oh don't worry, boys." the ferreasel speaks in a low, threatening yet sultry voice as she gestures to a wall rack full of crops, screws, and other items best not described. "We're just getting started." The camera, most graciously pulls away from this sight. The pain-filled and terrified cries of Todd Cortez and Akira Kaibasu are thankfully blunted as we return to ringside, the image frozen upon the Smarktron and leaving the fate of their testicles in the paws of the sociopathic lesbian ferreasel. King and Hardy look at each other, green in the face, as the Gambling Man receives a message in his headset that makes him nod. As Hardy leans offcamera and sounds exceedingly ill, the Suicide King tries to smile from the camera. "Apparently Akira Kaibatsu and Todd Cortez are guilty of a DNS, according to the head office, and Ebony was employed accordingly to deal with this. It's... uh... nice to see she hasn't... lost her... touch... oh screw this! Can we go to commercial!?" Thankfully the cameras oblige, but not before lingering on the frozen image on the Smarktron of Ebony's grinning face as she holds what appears to be a claw hammer in one hand and seems prepared to swing into the pelvic regions of Kaibatsu and Cortez. Such is the fate of a Double No Show when your marker has the time and the inclination for it. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Justice 0 Report post Posted February 9, 2006 "Hey! Get, get, get, get, get over it!" "RAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" The first sound heard when SWF Lockdown returns from its final commercial break is OK Go's "Get Over It" hitting the speakers, signaling the entrance of one Wes Davenport! The fans immediately respond, releasing an impressive pop as the man himself strides out onto the entrance stage, a spotlight highlighting his every move as he makes his way down the ramp. A broad grin on his face, Wes plays to the crowd as he approaches the ring, genuinely enjoying the affection he's receiving from the live audience. "Ladies and gentlemen..." Funyon bellows. "Please welcome the #1 Contender to the SWF World Heavyweight Title...WESSSSSSSSSSS DAAAAAAAAAAAVENPOOOOORT!!" "And welcome back to SWF Lockdown, ladies and gentlemen!" Ben enthusiastically greets the home audience. "We've reached tonight's main event, in which we'll have Special Guest Commentator Wes Davenport joining us here at the announce table!" "Great. As though commentating with you isn't bad enough." King grumbles. Davenport circles around the ring and heads towards the commentary table, slapping fans' hands as he does so. Wes reaches the table and sits down in the one empty chair, shaking Hardy's hand as he does so. As Davenport puts on his headphones, King occupies himself with his notes, pretending as though Wes isn't even there. "Welcome, Wes!" Ben happily greets Davenport. "Thank you very much for joining us tonight." "Yeah, it's a freaking honor." King mumbles. "Thanks, Ben." Wes humbly replies. "I hope my commentary isn't too rusty, the last time I did this was years ago; commentary track for the DVD release of The Billion Eyes of Su-Muru." Ben laughs. "You'll do fine, I'm sure. So, what do you - " "What do you think of a completely untalented wrestler such as yourself inexplicably getting a shot at the richest title in wrestling?" King interrupts, staring coldly at Wes as he does so. Davenport meets King's glare and smiles. "Believe me, I'm as surprised as anyone else that I won the Clusterfuck. But, like it or not, I've earned my shot, and believe me, I'm going to make the best of it." "Well said, Wes." Ben firmly states. "Speaking of which, what do you think of tonight's match? The comments Magnifico made on AftershoX can't be sitting well with you." Davenport's face visibly darkens. "No, I didn't appreciate that at all. The very least he could have done is mention my name as he verbally ran me down. Magnifico, to put it mildly, is a complete dick." "Despite that," Wes continues, cheering up a bit, "I'm sure that he and JJ are going to have a terrific, competitive match, as he defends his title against Johnson for a second time, on this occasion, in a Submission Match. Despite the fact that the Submission stipulation gives JJ an advantage, it's impossible for me to pick a winner right now." "Well, I think it's that advantage that'll allow JJ to grab the victory tonight." Ben predicts. "What's more, Johnson is approaching this match in a whole new mindset; at Clusterfuck, he went into the match furious and ready to tear Magnifico limb from limb. Tonight, he'll be able to approach the match calmly and intelligently." "Or at least he would, if he didn't have the brain the size of a tangerine." King scoffs. "Let's not forget that this match is no disqualification, as well. Although JJ may be a more experienced submission wrestler than Magnifico, there's nothing stopping ELM from simply beating Johnson into unconsciousness." "Well, we won't find out what's going to happen until the match actually happens." Ben shrugs. "So, with any further ado..." The camera cuts to the stage, where, at the moment, there isn't much of anything going on. That changes when the lights are suddenly cut out, causing most of the live audience to begin cheering in anticipation... "HE HAS NOT CONFESSED, HE HAS MADE NO STATEMENT, CHARGES OF MURDER HAVE BEEN ACCEPTED AGAINST HIM." "RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!" ...and the rest join in when Fear Factory's "Scapegoat" hits the speakers, letting everyone in the building know that JJ Johnson is on his way! As the lights on the stage flash red and white, the Smarktron displays breathtaking clips from dozens of different matches throughout JJ's career, which serve to further pump up the already-overexcited audience. After a few moments, the drums kick in, the house lights fade in, only slightly, bathing the arena in an eerie blood red light as smoke begins to billow from the stage... RRRRRRRRRRAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!! ... before Burton C. Bell's throaty growl comes tearing out of the speakers, just as Johnson bursts out from behind the curtain and onto the stage. The crowd reaches a fever pitch, roaring with a volume that suggests every one of the arena's twenty thousand inhabitants is screaming at the top of their lungs. His face like stone and his eyes unwaveringly focused on the center of the ring, JJ quickly makes his way down the ramp and towards the squared circle. "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Submission Match, and it is for the SWF World Heavyweight Title!" Funyon shouts over the din of the live audience. "Introducing first, from Windsor, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at two hundred and nineteen pounds...JAY JAY JOOOOOOOOOHNSOOOOOOOONNN!!" Johnson reaches the ring, climbs onto the apron and into the ring, and then steps onto the second turnbuckle of the nearby corner. JJ looks out over the teeming mass of humanity for a moment before throwing his arms into the air, spurring thousands of fans to take out their cameras and snap several pictures of Johnson frozen in that pose. JJ steps off of the turnbuckle after a second, doing so as the lights go back to normal and his entrance music fades into silence. JJ quickly strips off his jacket and tosses it in the direction of the referee, before retiring to a corner and beginning his usual stretching routine. "As it was at Clusterfuck, JJ looks completely concentrated on the task at hand." Hardy comments. "And we saw how well that went." King counters. "Regardless of how much 'concentration' JJ puts towards this match, the result will be the exact same. A triumphant win for Magnifico and an embarrassing loss for Johnson." "Ben, you and LDP have my everlasting respect for having the patience to put up with this man." Wes professes. King glares at Davenport and curses under his breath as Hardy chuckles on the other side of the table. Things are relatively normal within the arena for only a few seconds, as the lights are suddenly cut out once more, drawing a wave of anticipatory boos on this occasion. "HEY HEY!" *BOOOOOOOOOOMM* "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" The opening strains of Atake FDD's "Tu Final" blast over the arena's PA, doing so as a burst of red, white, and green pyro explodes upwards from the stage. A moment later, El Luchadore Magnifico bursts through the pyro-induced smoke, illuminated by a single spotlight. The World Title wrapped around his waist and his Mexican Flag flapping gracefully behind him, Magnifico quickly makes his way down the ramp, his eyes coldly locked onto JJ. "And now, from Mexico City, Mexico..." Funyon begins, "Weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds...he is the SWF World Heavyweight Champion...EL LUCHADOOOOOOOOORRE MAGNIFICOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Spurred on by Funyon's spirited introduction, the fans boo even louder, reaching almost deafening levels as Magnifico reaches the ring and rolls beneath its bottom rope. ELM pops to his feet, shoots a quick glare at Johnson, and then steps into the center of the ring. With palpable disgust, Magnifico looks out over the gigantic crowd...before thrusting his Mexican flag high into the air, doing so as the lights are suddenly turned back on throughout the arena. ELM takes one last disdainful look over the now-illuminated crowd before turning to the referee and handing him his Mexican Flag and the World Title belt. While doing so, Magnifico catches sight of Wes, sitting at the commentary table and calmly watching ELM's every move. The luchadore studies him for a moment before scoffing loudly and retiring to the corner opposite JJ's, shaking his head in disbelief as he does so. "Looks like Magnifico is unable or unwilling to hide his obvious scorn for you, Wes." King cheerfully informs Davenport. "What do you think about that?" Wes turns to King and glares at him while responding. "I feel that whatever issues he has with me can and will be settled in the ring. Responding to such childish tactics only brings me down to his level." "Of course it does." King condescendingly responds. A moment later, he enters into a coughing fit, his hacking sounding suspiciously like the word 'coward' said over and over. While stretching in their respective corners, ELM and JJ lock eyes on one another, neither man daring to break his gaze. Magnifico watches Johnson with a maddening smirk on his face while JJ observes the luchadore with a determined scowl on his. The referee looks between the two for a moment…and then signals for the bell to finally begin the contest. DING DING DING As soon as the bell rings, both Magnifico and Johnson step out of their corners and begin to circle each other around the ring, slowly getting closer to each other and the center of the squared circle as they do so. Once they're within arm's reach of one another, both men suddenly lunge forward and lock up in the center of the ring, pushing each other back and forth and vying for control. "Already, we see that JJ is in a completely different state of mind than he was at Clusterfuck." Hardy observes. "In his first match with Magnifico, Johnson was initially controlled by his emotions, allowing his rage to get the better of him as he mindlessly attacked the luchadore." After a few moments, Johnson gets the better of the luchadore, pulling him into a Side Headlock and wrenching away at his neck while Magnifico struggles under his grasp. JJ holds this for a couple seconds before switching his grip to ELM's arm, grabbing it with both hands and twisting behind the luchadore while bending his arm against his back and into a Hammerlock. Magnifico grits his teeth and struggles to pull his arm free, to no avail. Frustrated, the luchadore throws an elbow back, but JJ manages to duck beneath it, at the same time grabbing Magnifico by the back of his leg. Before ELM knows it, Johnson's taken him down, as JJ lifts him off of the canvas and throws him onto his stomach, maintaining his grip on Magnifico's arm the entire time. Johnson then immediately sits on ELM's shoulder and begins to wrench backwards on his arm…only for Magnifico to jerk his arm free of JJ's grasp before he can fully lock in the Armbar. ELM rolls away from JJ and quickly rises to one knee, suspiciously eyeing Johnson as he pops to his feet on the other side of the ring and the crowd cheers and applauds for his small victory. Under JJ's watchful eye, Magnifico cautiously rises to his feet, staring at Johnson with visible disdain as he does so. "Looks like Magnifico's learned his lesson from the first match." Ben notes, amused. "JJ basically tore apart ELM's shoulder at Clusterfuck, and it doesn't look like he's anxious to repeat the experience." "Which is going to be a huge headache for JJ." King adds. "With ELM looking out for any move that might wear down a particular body part, he'll be making it even harder than usual for Johnson to make him submit." "Maybe, but that's more of an evening of playing field, if you ask me." Davenport adds. "Magnifico has, what, two good submissions? Meanwhile, JJ has a bevy of deadly submissions at his disposal. Johnson will be just as careful to guard his person as Magnifico, believe me." ELM and Johnson again begin circle each other around the ring, Magnifico shaking his arm out as he does so. Once close enough, JJ again lunges for the luchadore…only for ELM to clock him in the chin with a quick right in mid-lunge, knocking the surprised Johnson back a few steps while the crowd deservedly boos the underhanded technique. Magnifico takes advantage of JJ's momentary confusion and grabs him by the arm, using the grip to whip Johnson across the ring and towards the far ropes. JJ bounces off of said ropes and charges back towards ELM, who greets Johnson by lashing out with his arm, looking to drive it into his neck with a Lariat! JJ manages to roll beneath the extended limb, however, popping to his feet behind Magnifico, both men spinning to face each other at the same time. Unfortunately for ELM, JJ extends his elbow as he's spinning, slamming it into the side of Magnifico's skull as he does so with a vicious miniature Rolling Elbow! "Ouch!" Ben winces. "Johnson catches ELM off guard and lands a cringe-inducing Elbow Strike, the first substantial blow of the night for either man." ELM's head is knocked violently to the side and he stumbles that direction for a couple steps, but before he can get too far, JJ grabs him by the hair and roughly pulls him into a Front Headlock. Johnson then throws Magnifico's arm over his shoulder and lifts him into the air, only for ELM to twist out of JJ's grip, slipping down his shoulder and landing on his feet behind Johnson! While doing so, Magnifico wraps his arm around Johnson's neck, trapping him in an Inverted Facelock when his feet hit the ground! But before ELM can do anything with it, JJ twists his body and turns the hold into a Facelock, right before grabbing Magnifico and charging towards the corner behind the luchadore! Johnson drives ELM in front of him like an unwilling, two hundred and ten pound Mexican battering ram, slamming him back-first into the corner with unparalleled force! Magnifico cries out and arches his back in pain, but is soon forced to bend the other way when Johnson slams his knee into ELM's gut, immediately doubling him over in front of the corner! JJ then grabs Magnifico by the scalp, pushes him back into the corner…and then lashes out with his arm, slicing it into the luchadore's chest with a Knife-Edge Chop! *SMAAAAAAAACK* "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" ELM's eyes bulge out of their sockets and his lungs gasp for air as the sudden pain of the Chop rocks his entire upper body. Having clearly enjoyed the reaction he got from the first one, Johnson draws his arm back once more and… CHOP! *SMAAAAAAAAAACK* "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" "What a show off." King grumbles. "There are far superior strikes that Johnson could be using right now, but nooo. He just has to use the Knife-Edge Chop and get the cheap pop from the crowd." "Jealous much?" Wes asks. "No, just bitter and angry." King earnestly replies. Stunned by the force of the Chops, Magnifico puts up no resistance when JJ grabs him by the arm and pulls him out of the corner, before using his grip to whip the luchadore across the ring and towards the far corner. Magnifico rushes across the ring and turns just before impact, taking the full brunt of the collision with the corner on his back. Awe-struck with pain, ELM drunkenly stumbles out of the corner and towards the center, spurring JJ to explode out of the opposite corner, bearing down on Magnifico with terrifying speed! As Johnson approaches the luchadore, he suddenly throws his foot into the air, aiming it right at the bridge of ELM's nose with a Yakuza Kick! However, mere milliseconds before impact, Magnifico throws his head to the side, causing JJ's foot to whiff harmlessly past his ear! What's more, Johnson's leg is now stranded on Magnifico's shoulder! Before JJ can pull himself from the awkward position, ELM wraps one arm over his shoulder and the other behind his stranded leg, pulls his arms as close together as possible before connecting his hands in the space between Johnson's leg and neck! Magnifico then lifts JJ into the air and falls backwards, throwing Johnson over his head as he does so and slamming his neck into the canvas with a Capture Suplex! The surprised, disappointed crowd lets loose a wave of boos as Magnifico climbs back to his feet, doing so while JJ cradles his neck in his arms. "Brilliant counter from Magnifico, as he reverses JJ's Yakuza Kick into a breathtaking Capture Suplex!" An ecstatic King reports. "It seems Johnson was a little hasty in attempting the Yakuza Kick." Ben analyzes. "Magnifico obviously wasn't as disoriented as he seemed; otherwise, there's no way he would have been able to execute that reversal." ELM strides over to Johnson and unceremoniously drops a knee onto the back of his neck, drawing numerous boos from the annoyed crowd. Grinning to himself, the luchadore then grabs JJ by the hair, painfully pulls him to his feet, and then immediately drives Johnson forehead-first into the top turnbuckle of the nearby corner. Dazed, JJ collapses back-first against the corner's turnbuckles, putting up no resistance as Magnifico stomps away at his gut with a series of quick kicks. After a few of those, ELM grabs JJ by the arm, pulls him out of the corner, and attempts to whip him across the ring. However, Johnson manages to plant his feet and stiffen his arm in mid-whip, preventing Magnifico from pulling him any further! JJ then suddenly yanks ELM towards him while throwing his knee forward, slamming it into Magnifico's stomach with a Short Arm Knee Strike! ELM immediately doubles over and releases an audible gasp of pain, barely noticing when JJ steps to his side and grabs him by the tights and the scruff of his neck. Not wasting a moment, Johnson immediately uses his grip to simply throw Magnifico forward, slamming ELM's left shoulder into the steel pole of the corner JJ recently occupied! ELM cries out and grasps his shoulder as he falls to the mat, his cry easily drowned out by the roar of the delighted audience. Johnson looks down at Magnifico for a moment...and then draws his foot back, right before driving it forward and slamming the tip of his boot right into ELM's kidney! Magnifico is knocked beneath the bottom rope by the force of the kick, causing him to fall off of the apron and onto the floor! The agonizing pain ELM is in from the kick only gets worse when he awkwardly falls onto the thinly-padded floor, the nearby fans rudely cursing and goading the luchadore as he writhes in pain on the outside. "Looks like Magnifico wasn't quite careful enough in protecting his shoulder." Ben notes, amused. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, Ben." King spits. "But JJ was incredibly foolish in not following up on that. Instead of dragging ELM into the center of the ring and locking on an Armbar or something, he simply impolitely kicks Magnifico to the outside, giving him a chance to recover." "Honestly, I don't think now's a good time to be nay-saying JJ's actions." Wes counters. "He's not the one lying on the floor, his body wracked with pain." Johnson hits the mat and rolls to the outside, stepping onto the floor as Magnifico struggles his way to his hands and knees. The ref meekly commands JJ to get back into the ring, but since he doesn't have any authority over the matter at the moment, Johnson simply ignores him while grabbing ELM by the hair and pulling him to his feet. Once Magnifico is standing, JJ abruptly grabs him around the waist and lifts him into the air, as if for a Manhattan Drop. However, instead of dropping ELM's groin on his knee, Johnson makes a charge for the nearby steel post, holding Magnifico's body in front of him as he does so! JJ lines up the luchadore's body so that the back of his left shoulder crashes into the steel post, causing Magnifico to throw his head back and let out a cringe-inducing howl of pain! The delighted crowd loudly voices its approval, but Johnson isn't quite finished with the luchadore. Still holding ELM against his body, JJ turns away from the corner and suddenly falls forward, slamming Magnifico's back into the floor with a Spinebuster! ELM's arches his entire body as a jolt of pain runs up his spine, momentarily distracting him from the constant throbbing in his left shoulder. "Now see, that's just being unsportsmanlike." King loudly points out. "JJ made his point by driving Magnifico's shoulder into the pole once more. He didn't need to rub it in with a Spinebuster shortly thereafter." "That's ridiculous." Ben counters in disbelief. "You seem to forget that JJ's goal here is to win the match. Adding a Spinebuster is much more effective than simply letting Magnifico fall to the floor." "But I don't like it!" King petulantly whines. JJ delivers a few quick stomps to Magnifico's left shoulder before grabbing him by the hair and pulling him to his feet, receiving almost no help from the lackadaisical luchadore. Once ELM is standing, Johnson drags him over to the corner he just rammed Magnifico into. JJ wraps one arm around ELM's arm and neck, then steps around to the other side of the pole. Johnson then snakes his arm beneath the ring ropes, locking his hands behind Magnifico's head! JJ pulls his arms together as tightly as he can, squeezing ELM's arm against both against the side of his head and the steel post! The crowd, while somewhat confused, releases an impressive pop as Magnifico suddenly comes to life, struggling and writhing under Johnson's grip! "What an inventive move from JJ Johnson!" Ben exclaims. "By putting the steel post between him and Magnifico, JJ has locked him in a Ringpost-Assisted Olympic Hell!" "Not only does the pole appear to increase the effectiveness of the move," Wes observes, "It also makes the Olympic Hell harder to escape from, as both the steel post and a chunk of apron separate Magnifico and JJ!" The ref springs into action upon seeing a submission applied, as he rolls to the outside, steps onto the floor, and immediately gets in Magnifico's face and asks if he wants to submit. Unable to move his head much, ELM simply shouts "No!" before releasing an agonizing cry of agony, the pressure on his shoulder slowly becoming too much to bear. Upon hearing Magnifico's refusal, JJ tightens his grip even further and incidentally increases the volume of the excited fans, who sense that a submission is mere moments away. Through hazy, fading vision, ELM desperately looks for a way to escape, knowing that he can't last in this hold for very much longer. After a few moments, the proverbial light bulb seems to go off, as Magnifico looks to come to some sort of realization. As JJ wonders what the hell he could be up to, ELM places his lips on Johnson's arm, opens his mouth wide, and… *CHOMP* "GYAAAAAAAHH!!" …sinks his teeth into Johnson's forearm! The crowd looks on in shock for a moment before outright booing the strange scene, furious that Magnifico would resort to such tactics! Amazingly, JJ refuses to relinquish the hold, spurring ELM to use his teeth to tear away at Johnson's flesh like a rabid rottweiler! Blood begins to flow from Johnson's forearm as JJ grits his teeth through the pain, still unwilling to release the Olympic Hell! "Hah! How's for inventive?" King gloats. "Inventive?! He bit him!" Wes cries, disbelieving. "Yeah, bet he didn't see that coming." King snickers. "The jerk." "Although it's probably the simplest counter in the book, and one, I might add, that's usually illegal," Ben begins, "It looks as though that was the only way to escape the Pole-Assisted Olympic Hell. The question is, will JJ give into the pain before he chokes Magnifico out?" ELM's eyelids droop slightly over his eyes, suggesting that Magnifico is slowly being dragged into unconsciousness despite the ferocity in which he's gnawing away at JJ's forearm. The fans shift from expressing outright hate to expressing concern, as it looks as though Johnson might drop the submission at any given moment. They do their best to spur JJ on, cheering and chanting his name and doing their damndest to make sure he holds on. However, it's all for naught, as Johnson shouts out in pain in frustration while unlocking his hands, allowing him to yank his bleeding arm free of Magnifico's teeth! As the disappointed crowd boos, JJ presses the arm against his body and inspects the damage, doing so as ELM falls onto his hands and knees, taking deep breaths and struggling to get oxygen back into his deprived brain. Johnson curses under his breath upon seeing that Magnifico has ruined one of his more intricate tattoos, right before realizing that ELM is rather pathetically crawling away from the scene, hampered significantly by his damaged left shoulder. "Well, Magnifico managed to escape, but he's still not in a very good position." Ben grimly assesses. "He seems to suffering terribly from the effects of the Olympic Hell." JJ snarls and quickly strides beside Magnifico, not even catching the attention of the luchadore. ELM quickly becomes aware of his presence, however, when JJ kicks his left arm out from under arm, causing Magnifico to flop onto the floor, hitting his chin square on the thinly-padded concrete. Still infuriated, Johnson wildly stomps away at Magnifico for a few moments, continuing until ELM curls his entire body into a ball, doing his best to shield himself from JJ's blows. Disgusted, Johnson delivers one more kick to Magnifico's back, before turning to the ring, lifting the curtain, and throwing it onto the apron. While ELM gets himself together behind him, JJ searches under the ring, drawing a few anticipatory cheers from the capacity crowd. Those cheers turn into a full blown roar when Johnson suddenly yanks a chair out from the depths of the area below the ring, holding it high above his head while his face's features harden into a determined scowl. "Well, we had thought that Magnifico would be the one taking advantage of the no disqualification stipulation..." Wes comments. "But it looks as though JJ is more than ready to take advantage of the stipulation as well." "How can you sit there so calmly when that lunatic is wielding a deadly weapon?!" King shrieks. "ELM might be mangled beyond recognition if someone doesn't help him!" "So, what's stopping you?" Wes questions, curious. "...tennis elbow." King meekly responds. "Ah." Completely unaware of Johnson's armed status, Magnifico slowly, painfully begins to push himself to his feet. Right behind him, JJ crouches and tightly grips the chair, licking his lips and anxiously awaiting for ELM to make himself a viable target. The crowd's anticipation and volume slowly grow together, reaching a fever pitch when Magnifico stumbles to his feet, facing away from JJ. ELM drunkenly turns towards JJ...and as he does so, Johnson swings the steel chair at him like a baseball bat, aiming it right at the side of Magnifico's head! The chair is mere millimeters from colliding for the luchadore's head when Magnifico suddenly ducks, causing the chair to barely scrape the top of his scalp! Still disoriented, ELM falls onto his ass, turns onto his hands and knees, and scrambles away from JJ. Scowling, Johnson stalks after Magnifico, closing in on him as he crawls over to the timekeeper's table. JJ steps behind the luchadore and raises the chair high above his head once more, completely unaware that ELM has grabbed his Mexican Flag and is pressing it against his body. Johnson starts to bring the chair down...when Magnifico suddenly thrusts the flagpole backwards as though it were the BUTT of a rifle, slamming the base of it deep into JJ's gut! Shocked, JJ lets go off the chair, doubling over in pain as the steel seating device hits the ground with a resounding clatter. The crowd immediately goes silent Magnifico rises to his feet, raises the flagpole above his head... THWACK! "OHHHHHHHHHH!" ...before driving it right across the small of JJ's back! Johnson falls to one knee, throws his head back, and releases a guttural cry of pain, doing so as the annoyed crowd raucously boos Magnifico's actions. "Whew. That was close." King wipes away a bead of sweat. "Magnifico almost fell prey to the uncontrollable actions of that violent madman." "And I suppose you're not going to decry Magnifico's use of his flagpole, are you?" Ben questions, annoyed. "Hey, the referee didn't think it was a violent weapon." King shrugs. "If he did, he would have taken it from Magnifico at the beginning of the match." "That's hardly an excuse." Wes scoffs. "In any case, I suppose the playing field is fairly even now. JJ was extremely close to mashing Magnifico into a paste with that chair, but ELM just barely managed to avoid his attacks." ELM drives the flagpole into Johnson's back once more, producing another THWACK! as JJ is knocked flat onto his stomach. The furious crowd boos louder than they have all night as Magnifico haphazardly tosses his flag into the ring, before grabbing the steel chair and doing the same thing with it. It bounces and clatters inside the ring as Magnifico grabs JJ by the hair and tights, pulls him to his feet, and tosses him onto the apron. The luchadore pushes Johnson beneath the bottom rope and into the ring, before rolling in himself and quickly climbing to his feet. Once standing, Magnifico grabs JJ, who's lying on his stomach, by the legs and pulls him into the center of the ring like a sack of potatoes. ELM then sits on the back of Johnson's shoulders as if for a Camel Clutch, but instead of pulling JJ's arms behind his knees, Magnifico simply steps on his hands, crushing the back of JJ's palm beneath the heel of his boot and his fingers under the sole! As Johnson slowly comes back to life, gritting his teeth through the pain coursing through his hands, Magnifico grabs his nearby Mexican flag on both ends with both hands and places it against the front of JJ's neck. ELM then pulls his arms back, pressing the flagpole into Johnson's neck as he does so and locking in a particularly violent variation of the Camel Clutch! The infuriated audience spiritedly boos Magnifico's actions as JJ gasps for breath, his larynx being crushed by the thick wooden pole pressed against his neck. The ref falls to his hands and knees and asks JJ if he wants to submit, to which Johnson chokes out a barely audible "No!" in response. "Hah! Check out Magnifico making the best of both the match's stipulations!" King loudly gloats. "With any luck, by the time ELM's done crushing JJ's throat, Johnson will be once again unable to speak in that annoying, gravely voice of his." "Yeah, because you should be speaking about what's annoying and what isn't." Wes counters, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "In any case, we have to remember that Magnifico is working with a damaged left shoulder here." Ben quickly changes the subject. "ELM probably isn't able to pull his arms back as tightly as he'd like, which might offer JJ a chance to escape this hold." True to Hardy's word, Magnifico's arms visibly loosen as the submission continues, prompting ELM to lean forward and instead pull his arms back as though doing bicep curls. He's so concentrated on putting all his strength into the quasi Camel Clutch that he doesn't even notice JJ wriggling his hands beneath his feet, doing his best to free them. The crowd definitely takes notice, however, and begins to cheer and chant for Johnson, trying to do whatever they can to help him out. "LET'S GO JAY JAY!" *CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAPCLAPCLAP* "LET'S GO JAY JAY!" *CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAPCLAPCLAP* Who knows if their simultaneous chanting helped or not, but soon after they start, JJ manages to jerk his right hand free! Johnson then immediately uses it to pull at Magnifico's other foot, freeing his left hand to the great delight of the live audience! Knowing that he has to quickly but an end to the throat crushing, JJ grabs at the flagpole with both hands, trying to push it away from his neck! A bizarre test of strength ensues, as ELM tries his best to maintain the hold despite Johnson pushing the flagpole away! Unfortunately for Magnifico, the tremendous pain in his left shoulder finally catches up with him, as JJ is able to wrest the flagpole away from him! Johnson then suddenly throws his head backwards, slamming it into the bridge of Magnifico's nose! "Johnson has broken free!" Hardy excitedly reports. "And what's more, he's got ELM's Mexican flag in his grasp!" "Great, now Johnson's resorted to outright thievery in an attempt to win." King grumbles. "Is their no low this man refuses to stoop to?!" With ELM distracted, JJ is able to scramble out from under him and climb to his feet, choking for breath as he does so. Meanwhile, overcome by the constant throbbing in his shoulder and the sudden agony of a smashed in nose, Magnifico slowly climbs to his feet, seemingly completely unaware that JJ is already on his. Taking in deep, ragged breaths, Johnson slowly lifts the Mexican flag as ELM drunkenly stands, the pain seemingly interfering with his ability to even think straight. When Magnifico suddenly turns around, he sees JJ pulling the Mexican flag behind his shoulder, winding up for a home run swing! Johnson drives the flagpole forward, and ELM's eyes widen as it rapidly approaches the side of his head… *WHOOOOOOOSH* …only to miss when Magnifico suddenly ducks, avoiding the pole with a sloppy yet effective dodge! Immediately after the dodge, ELM throws his foot out and drives it straight into JJ's groin, drawing a collective wince from the male contingent of the live audience as Johnson drops the flag and immediately doubles over in excruciating pain. The wincing quickly shifts to loud, furious booing when Magnifico grabs JJ between the legs and under the arm, before using his grip to lift Johnson as if for a Scoop Slam! "Dia de los Muertos! Here we go!" King practically screams. "Johnson's dastardly attack with ELM's own Mexican flag was foiled, and Magnifico looks to be ready to completely turn it against him!" "Sure, after a blatant, ridiculously underhanded Low Blow." Wes spits. "Hey, there was no reason for him to cover it up, so how can you blame the guy for delivering it with a little gusto?" A grinning King asks. Gritting his teeth through the strain on his left arm, ELM places JJ on his right shoulder, ready to drive his skull into the canvas with his signature Fire Thunder Driver! However, Johnson seems intent on ruining his plans, as he begins to wriggle out of Magnifico's grip, slowly sliding down his shoulder! But before JJ can make it all the way down, ELM reaches up, wraps his arm around Johnson's head in a ¾ Headlock, and then uses every bit of his strength to pull him back over his shoulder! Magnifico then brings his left arm over to tentatively secure Johnson's body, holding him completely perpendicular to the mat! JJ kicks and struggles in ELM's arms, but Magnifico is committing all of his strength to holding Johnson against his body, not allowing him even the slightest chance to escape! Johnson's struggling only grows wilder when Magnifico lumbers beside the steel chair lying in the ring, standing next to it so that JJ's skull is pointed directly at the seat! Suddenly, Johnson seems to find an opening, and begins to writhe his way out of Magnifico's grasp…but not before ELM can suddenly sit out, pulling JJ down with him and guiding the top of his skull towards the steel chair! Half of the crowd looks on in horror and the other half rapidly snap pictures of the ring… *CRRRRRRRRUNCH!* …as ELM smashes Johnson's head right into the face of the steel chair, scrambling his brains with an Emerald Fusion! If one looks closely, one can actually see JJ's neck compress as he flops lifelessly onto his stomach, his eyes rolled back in his head. For a moment, the crowd simply looks on in horror, before assaulting Magnifico with a wave of angry, raucous booing, infuriated at ELM for what he's just done. "Je-Jesus Christ." Ben mutters, his eyes wide open and his face pale. "Magnifico went for the Dia de los Muertos, and it looked like JJ was about to escape, when - " "When ELM simply yanked JJ back over his shoulder and drove his skull right into that steel chair with the Emerald Fusion!" King finishes Hardy's sentence, delighted. "That's all well and good…" Wes begins, resting his chin on his hands. "But how is this going to get Magnifico a submission?" King looks at Wes and grins. "Just you watch, Wes." His lungs sucking in all the nearby oxygen, Magnifico slowly turns onto his stomach, holding himself up with only his right arm as his left arm hangs uselessly from his mangles shoulder. ELM methodically crawls over to JJ, sits on his shoulders, and then wraps his arm around Johnson's chin, ignoring the throngs of boos and curses as he does so. Magnifico then pulls back with his arm, locking JJ in a simple Chinlock. ELM turns to the ref, who's simply watching Magnifico, a look of utter shock on his face. "Raise his arm." He commands. The ref hesitates. "I SAID RAISE IT!" Magnifico shouts, furious at the referee's disobedience. His hand shaking, the ref timidly lowers himself to one knee, grabs one of JJ's arms, and lifts it into the air. He releases it… …and it simply falls against the canvas with a light thud. The ref turns to the timekeeper, throws a finger in the air, and shouts "ONE!" "You can't be serious." Wes comments, disbelieving. "You mean Magnifico's intention was to simply knock JJ out? That he never had any intention of making him submit?" "Damn, you're a slow study, aren't you?" King comments, rolling his eyes. The grin on Magnifico's face seems to grow along with the volume of the panicking crowd as the ref reaches for JJ's arm once more. He lifts it into the air, lets it go… …and once more, Johnson doesn't show even the slightest response, as it simply falls to the canvas. Random sections of the crowd shout out "NO!" and "WAKE UP, JJ!" while the ref reaches for JJ's arm once more, doing so as Magnifico slowly nods his head and grins at him. The ref gulps, lifts Johnson's arm, and lets it go. Every fan in the arena makes as much noise as they can, believing, just knowing that JJ's arm is going to shoot into the air, showing everyone that there's still a bit of fight left in him. Not this time. *thud* The ref sighs, rises to his feet, and signals for the bell. DING DING DING "Ladies and gentlemen, JJ Johnson is unable to continue." Funyon dutifully announces. "Therefore, your winner…and STILL, SWF World Heavyweight Champion…" "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" "EL LUCHADOOOOOOOOORRE MAGNIFICOOOOOOOOOO!!" Magnifico climbs off of JJ and rises to his feet, chuckling to himself and holding his left arm against his body as he does so. A moment later, the ref, who had exited the ring to retrieve ELM's belt, rolls back into the ring, World Title in hand. The moment the ref's on his feet, Magnifico snatches the title from his hands and holds it high above his head, looking out over the furious crowd with an infuriating smirk on his face. Suddenly, ELM turns to Wes and focuses his gaze on him, his expression unchanging as he and Davenport stare each other down. "Now you've seen what you're up against, Wes." King smugly states. "Magnifico is brilliant, quick, strong, and ruthless. You still want to fight him?" Wes turns to King, expressionless. "I can't wait." Ben sighs. "Well, ladies and gentlemen, I'm afraid that's all the time we have tonight. Thank you for tuning into Lockdown. Good night." The final image broadcasted is that of El Luchadore Magnifico, standing victorious over an unconscious JJ Johnson while glaring at Wes... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Justice 0 Report post Posted February 9, 2006 (edited) As the show goes to close after ELM’s magnificent title defense, the Smarktron suddenly fires up. Many of the fans stand still or move back towards their seats, as they are treated to the image of an enraged SWF General Manager. Joseph Peters, face crunched up in a scowl, strides down the back corridors of the Rose Garden, passing crews packing up to leave for the next venue. “HEARFORD!” he yells, his anger making most workers slink away or make themselves discrete, “HEARFORD!” “Wow…” says Ben Hardy, a bit perplexed, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Peters on the warpath like that! And what does he want with Hearford?” Peters continues along his way, until he finds a stage manager, oblivious to the world as he goes through the checklist for teardown. That changes quickly, as Peters pulls him into reality with a swift tug of his tie. “You. Are you doing anything urgent right now?” “Uh… I gu-“ “Good. Now you are. Find me Bill Hearford NOW.” He pushes the manager away, and the man proceeds to run off down the hallway, looking for the man they call Justice. “God F**king DAMN it, Bill…” seethes Peters as he waits in the intersection… and is soon spotted by Andrea Montgomery, Chief Medical Officer for the SWF, “Andrea! Jesus, how is Kevin?” “He’ll be fine,” she remarks, a bit irritated that Peters is THIS upset about a simple windshield toss, “He’s got some cuts and bruises, but otherwise he should be okay in a few days.” A few callous boos from the crowd, obviously hoping the little egotist would be out for a little longer. “Good,” he says, cooling off a little, “Glad to know. After we found him, he looked a mess.” “He’s a lot better than a lot of the people I’ve seen,” she says, “And I think you’re overreacting about this, Joseph. I honestly don’t thi-“ “Andrea, I don’t tell you how to do your job, and so don’t tell me how to do mine.” The veteran SWF team member gives a heavy sigh as she walks off towards her car, as Peters continues to wait at the intersection. “It’s good to know that Peters cares so much about his rising stars,” says King, “Especially after such a beating he received.” “Are you kidding King? He had it coming after sending Pete out to the hospital on Storm!” “Hey, didn’t you get an announcing spot?” “Well… yeah, but… Even if I got this spot because of it, I still don’t think Coyote had any right punching out his father!” Before there can be any more debate on the issue, the stage manager finally arrives with the Judge himself, William Hearford III. “You have a hell of a lot of explaining to do, Bill.” “I’m not sure what you’re talking abo-“ starts the confused Road Agent, but Peters quickly cuts him off, showing off a few pieces of paper that he’d been running around the arena with. “Do you know what these are?” “No, I-“ “I think you do. They’re SWF Contracts, Bill,” Peters spits out, “And they have your signature on them.” “What are you talking about?” “You know Goddamn well what I’m talking about!” he shouts, and even the Judge is taken off guard with his anger. “Security found these on those three rejects before we kicked them out of the arena. They thought it prevent them from getting kicked out.” “Bu-but Joseph, I haven’t met any of these people before. Hell, I’ve barely been away from the venues with all the new hirings I’ve had to work with.” “They said you got them in tonight. Each one of them identified you as the man, and that’s your signature on the contracts.” “Joseph, you don’t honestly believe…” “Yes, yes I do,” Peters remarks snidely, “I know what you’ve done around here, and I know what you did before this, too. I thought you had turned a corner, Bill…” Peters trails off, anger turning more into disappointment. “Joseph, I’m serious. I didn’t-“ “You’re fired, Bill.” The words are only just above a whisper, but it echoes across Hearford’s mind, along with the minds of everyone else in the arena. “What?” “You’re fired,” Peters says with a sigh in his voice, “I can’t have staff causing this backstage crap. I already went through it with Blank, and I’m not going to go through it again.” “But-“ “Bill, just go. You have ten minutes, or I’ll have security escort you off the premises.” With that, he walks away, leaving Hearford behind, head hung low as he tries to figure out what he’s going to do now. And with that, we *FADE TO BLACK* ===== SWF Lockdown © 2005 – Rule of Law Productions The SWF: “Raising Workrate by Typing Faster” Edited February 9, 2006 by Justice Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Justice 0 Report post Posted February 9, 2006 Wow. Big show, with a lot of good stuff and a bad point or two (The double no-show was definitely surprising). But all in all, it's a show that you'll need to read all of, or you'll be missing something important. Oh, and card will be up tomorrow morning. I have to go to bed, but I'll be up early tomorrow. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
