SWF Lockdown - Whatever Day It Is! in Smarks Wrestling Federation Posted May 18, 2006 · Edited May 18, 2006 by realitycheck · Report reply “Well fans, after those strong opening words from JJ Johnson, we kick off Lockdown with his former stablemate,” Mak Francis greets the viewers as we come back from commercials, “yes; Toxxic, now going under his real name of Michael Stephens, returned in extraordinary fashion on Storm, not only answering the challenge of Landon Maddix but turning him down!” “Says you,” the Suicide King interjects. “Says the tape!” Francis snaps, “Stephens told Landon he wasn’t interested in another match between them and walked away from him!” “Yeah, that’s just what he wants you to believe,” King snorts. “Mak, I don’t trust Michael Stephens as far as I can throw him, and nor should you.” “…” “What?” “…HELLO!? IN A WHEELCHAIR HERE!” Francis yells, “I’m hardly likely to be throwing anyone!!” “Ah… yeah. Um… sucks, huh?” Before Mak Francis can think of something suitably vitriolic to say in response to his commentary partner’s thoughtlessness they are both cut off by a rolling chant that booms out across the Agra parkland: “COME AND HAVE A GO IF YOU THINK YER ‘ARD ENOUGH!” “COME AND HAVE A GO IF YOU THINK YER ‘ARD ENOUGH!” It resolves into the crashing opening chord of ‘Rookie’ by Boy Sets Fire and the huge portable Smarktron first whites out, then quickly fades towards blackness. As it does so jagged white letters begin to flash up a familiar phrase, one word at a time: “PREPARE TO BE PROVED WRONG…” The Smarktron is now flashing up images of various different matches, but one thing stands out - in each clip, the man shown doing the moves (or, on certain occasions, taking insane bumps through announce tables and the like) has a very distinctive look - spiky black hair, eyeliner, etc. The last clip shows Mike Van Siclen being taken off a balcony and through a table with the move known as the Toxxic Shock Syndrome, the devastating landing timed to coincide with an explosion of red pyro- *BOOOM!!* -that signifies the arrival of the man himself! Striding through the smoke in the Indian evening comes a man who looks very different to the images of his former self being flashed up on the Smarktron; the spiky hair has been replaced with floppy curtains that reach to his chin, and the eyeliner is gone. However, wearing a black shirt with ‘COME AND HAVE A GO…’ on the front and ‘…IF YOU THINK YOU’RE HARD ENOUGH’ on the back, the man formerly known as Toxxic is still making a statement of intent. “Ladies and gentlemen, our opening contest tonight is scheduled for one fall,” Funyon booms. “Introducing first, from Nottingham, England; he weighs in tonight at 218lbs… MIIIIIIIIIII-CHAEL… STEEEEEEEEEEE-PHENS!!” “No Straight-Edge Sensation?” King queries. “Apparently not,” Francis replies, a hint of sulk still audible in the Franchise’s voice, “Michael Stephens wants to be distanced from his former persona with the company. However, it appears that Joe Peters isn’t letting him forget his history just yet, because his opponent tonight was one the founders of Revolution Zero with him!” Stephens is making his way to the ring, slapping a few hands with the Indian fans before taking a deep breath and rolling under the bottom rope. He removes his shirt and hurls it into the crowd, then jumps up and down a couple of times and cracks his neck from side to side. “Does he look… nervous, to you?” Mak asks uncertainly. “He hasn’t wrestled since Ground Zero last year,” King reminds the Franchise, “and if it wasn’t for Landon God-damn Maddix he wouldn’t be here now. I can’t work out if that’s a reason to dislike Landon more or not. But anyway,” the Gambling Man continues, “Peters has thrown him in with a 300-pounder off the bat. That’d make anyone nervous.” ‘I never thought this could be me I guess you never do until it’s happening to you Like all the fun turned into shame And all the “could-have-beens” rearrange…’ Moments later ‘Rookie’ cuts out and is replaced by rumbles of thunder, then a warning siren. After a couple of seconds the crashing guitars of ‘Battle Ready’ by Otep come in, accompanied by a red-and-gold pyro blast in the entranceway that dies down to reveal the powerful shape of Sean Davis. The big man walks down towards the ring without any of the positive reaction that Mike got from the crowd, but it doesn’t look like it bothers him. “And his opponent!” Funyon booms, “from Jacksonville, Florida, he weighs in tonight at 285lbs; this is ‘The Perfect Storm’, SEEEAAAAANNNNNNN… DAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-VIS!!” “You know King, this must be the first time that Stephens has been in the ring and heard that entrance music without it relating to him,” Francis notes, referencing the fact that Sean Davis uses Revolution Zero’s old theme now, “it must be odd for him.” Davis stamps up the ring steps before swinging one leg over the top rope, deciding to enter the ring without bending. The big man pays no attention to Funyon or Brian Warner the referee and instead advances on Michael Stephens, who holds his ground… and Davis extends his hand. “Huh?” King says, nonplussed. Michael Stephens immediately clasps the Perfect Storm’s hand and the two shake, then Stephens’ face splits into a grin; not the sinister, lopsided rictus of old but a genuine friendly smile at the man who still seems to be his friend. Davis smiles in return, white teeth contrasting sharply with his dark skin, then each man retreats to a corner and waits for Brian Warner. The referee shrugs, turns and calls for the bell… *DING-DING-DING!* “And we’re underway, in Toxx- sorry, in Michael Stephens’ first match for ten months!” Francis says, his own past issues with Stephens and Revolution Zero not masking his interest in seeing what’s been happening with the former World Champion since then. “Actually, I doubt that’s true,” King says as Stephens and Davis circle each other. “What?” Mak asks, looking sideways at his commentary partner, “even you were saying that he hasn’t wrestled since Ground Zero!” “Yeah, but… nah, I don’t believe it,” King shakes his head, “he’s just trying to get sympathy, I bet. Get people to underestimate him maybe, especially Landon.” “Will you stop with that?” “Hey, he’ll lose on purpose here, you just wait and see.” While King and Francis debate on the outside, inside the ring Michael Stephens seems (understandably) reluctant to close with his hulking opponent, keeping well out of reach of Sean Davis. Finally, with continued glances around to make sure he knows exactly where he is in the ring, Mike allows Davis to close and both men raise their arms in preparation for a collar-and-elbow tie-up… but just before it can get locked in, Stephens twists behind Davis and takes the big man’s right arm with him into a hammerlock! “Sensible move there by Stephens,” Mak notes, “he doesn’t want to get caught in a lock-up with Sean Davis and now he’s in control.” Davis looks chagrined that he fell for something that simple, but despite his strength advantage Stephens has the limb tightly in place and Sean can’t exert enough musclepower to extract it from its painful position. The big man looks around for the ropes to make this easy, but Stephens was careful to lock up in the middle of the ring away from such escape routes, and even as Davis hesitates Mike kicks him in the back of the knee -not hard, but hard enough- and Davis suddenly finds himself down to one leg. Sean tries to surge up but now Stephens has the height advantage and can put more pressure on the limb, as well as standing on the back of Sean’s knee to keep him on the mat. Davis growls and reaches behind him with his left hand, but Mike leans out of the way and try as he might the Perfect Storm can’t catch hold of his former leader. “He’s back five minutes and he’s already boring me,” King sighs. Stephens wrenches up on Sean’s arm and leans forward to try and get the most leverage on it, but although the pressure is obviously painful for Davis the big man is able to now reach up with his left hand and grab Mike’s head, then perform a slightly clumsy snapmare to take Stephens over him and to the mat! Sean takes a moment to shake out his right arm, and in that moment Mike rolls away from his friend and back to his feet. However Sean doesn’t want to give Stephens a chance to set himself and lunges forward, trying to grab the smaller wrestler. Mike ducks under the Perfect Storm’s attempt and waits for his opponent to turn around again, then latches onto Davis’ right arm and jumps into the air, placing one foot on Sean’s chest before falling backwards and performing a move that’s half armdrag, half monkey flip. The combination sends Davis head-over-heels and brings him down to the mat whereupon Stephens, still with the right arm in his grasp, performs a forward roll across Sean’s chest to cross the Perfect Storm’s arm over his own torso and give him the leverage to turn the bigger man onto his front. “Well, it doesn’t look like Michael Stephens has lost much in the way of sharpness,” Mak comments, “…look, he’s locked a Fujiwara armbar on and Sean Davis is in a compromised position already!” Indeed, the former Straight-Edge Sensation has got Sean’s right arm extended out to one side of his body and is using as much of his weight as he can to put pressure on the elbow and shoulder. For his part Davis is gritting his teeth in pain but is already starting to lever himself up using his left arm. “Stupid,” King comments, “granted a Fujiwara is normally a dangerous hold, but against someone as strong as Davis this early in the match it’s not going to do much except piss him off.” Indeed, it looks like Davis is going to be able to fight through the pain as the Perfect Storm starts using his three free limbs to lever himself towards the ropes. Stephens tries to bring his opponent back down again but to no avail. However, as Davis gets his knees under him Mike changes tactics and scrambles back upright, Sean’s arm still held in his grasp, then quickly wraps it around his leg and dives over Sean’s shoulders for a La Magistral! It takes a second for Stephens to haul his much larger opponent over after him, but then Davis’s shoulders are down and Warner drops to make the count! ONE! TW- -but Sean Davis kicks out before the referee can even find two. Michael Stephens is the first to find his feet and he waits for Davis to rise as well, then grabs his opponent in a front facelock… ‘Huh?’ …but before he can roll backwards with a small package to follow one pinning combination up with another like he has done in so many previous matches, Sean Davis wraps both arms around Toxxic’s waist and hoists the cruiserweight off the ground, then charges across the ring to ram the former World Champion backfirst into the corner pads! *WHAM!* The breath explodes from Stephens’ lungs and Davis looks at him for a second as he backs up, his expression seeming to say ‘sorry, man’ even while he’s stretching his right arm out. However, despite the lack of bad blood between the two of them Sean’s style doesn’t really lend itself to a clinical, detached technical wrestling competition; he’s all about power, and while he doesn’t really want to hurt Mike there’s such a thing as being too considerate and thereby potentially losing the match. As a result, after a second he grabs Stephens out of the corner again and lifts him up before spinning around and driving him down to the mat with a spinebuster. *BANG!* Davis immediately goes for a cover, hooking the leg and putting as much of his weight as possible over his opponent’s shoulders… ONE! TWO!! …but Mike kicks out milliseconds after the second count, which actually causes the Perfect Storm to grin slightly; he should have known it’d take more than that to keep his old comrade-in-arms down. Bearing that in mind he grabs Michael under each arm and brings him up to his feet, then hoists him high into the air with a Military Press! On the basis that a little bit of showing off never hurt anyone Sean presses Stephens once, twice, three times… then throws him up in the air and walks casually forward, allowing Mike to plummet facefirst towards the mat where he lands with a resounding thump! “I don’t know whether this is good or bad,” King mutters, “Michael Stephens is catching a beating, which is mildly amusing, but if he’s getting his ass handed to him by Sean Davis then he’s not going to be ready for Landon Maddix.” “I thought Stephens was losing this one on purpose?” Francis says sarcastically. “Good point,” King says quickly, “damn! He almost had me fooled!” With Stephens facedown on the mat and clearly not enjoying his return to the squared circle Sean Davis jogs to the ropes, bounces off and then leaps into the air to bring an elbow down on his opponent. Unfortunately for him said opponent rolls aside at the last minute, Mike not needing to be able to see Davis’ feet to know when his thundering former stablemate is approaching, or work out that the cessation of footsteps means he must have left the ground. Sean’s right elbow connects with the mat in what must be a rather painful manner given the growl that emerges from his throat, and after a second to catch his breath after his high-impact trips around the ring Mike goes back on the offensive once more. The former World Champion grabs Sean’s arm as the Perfect Storm lies on his back and curses all cruiserweights, then simply drops a leg on it. Needless to say Davis isn’t happy with that outcome but Mike doesn’t give him a chance to show it and instead does his surprising but effective trick of rolling across his opponent’s chest again, Sean not realising what’s going on until he finds himself being levered back over onto his front. It looks for a moment like Stephens is going for a Fujiwara once more, but instead he gets up to one knee with Sean’s wrist still in his grasp, then abruptly spins himself down through the air, wrenching Davis’ arm in its socket and having the happy(?) side effect of slamming the big man’s face into the mat. “We haven’t really seen Michael Stephens take to the air yet,” Mak Francis notes, “which might be a mistake against someone with the sort of size and strength advantage that Sean Davis has; on the other hand, he seems to be doing OK so far…” Stephens certainly seems to be on top of things; he still has hold of Sean’s right arm and the limb seems to be definitely hurting the Perfect Storm now. Even when Mike hauls on it to drag Sean upright the bigger man can’t seem to use his greater strength to haul Stephens towards him, and the Englishman twists it into an armwringer before advancing towards the turnbuckles. From there Mike runs straight up them and briefly along the top rope using Davis’ arm to balance, then leaps off and crushes Sean’s arm beneath a legdrop as he maintains his grip on the big man’s wrist! *BANG!* “Ouch, that’s gotta hurt,” King winces. However Michael Stephens still hasn’t let go of his friend’s arm, and rises back to his feet hauling Davis after him. The face of the Sensation shows nothing but concentration as he heads for the turnbuckles again, Sean Davis clearly trying to resist but unable to fight against the pain in his arm that forces him to follow. However, this time when Stephens runs up the turnbuckles he simply plummets down to the floor outside the ring and whiplashes Sean’s arm off the top rope on the way down! “No, that’s gotta hurt,” Mak corrects his commentary partner as Davis reels away, clutching his arm to his chest, “Stephens appears to be working on the theory that if you take Davis’ arm away from him he can’t hit the power moves - a reasonable theory, but given the big man’s strength and the fact that Stephens is one of the smaller wrestlers in the federation, I’d wager that Sean can still throw him around even with a bum wing!” Michael Stephens has hopped back up to the ring apron and seems to be waiting for the right moment to make his next move; Sean Davis, still holding his arm and cursing, turns back to where he last saw his opponent… and Mike moves, jumping to the top rope in one easy motion and then springboarding into the ring! However, Sean Davis wrestled and travelled with Michael Stephens, and he knows how he thinks. As a result he was expecting this sort of aerial attack, and he turns to catch the surprised former World Champion on his shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry position! *thump* The TV cameras show Michael Stephens’ face in an expression of astonishment for a moment, but then Davis flexes his impressive muscles and hurls Mike upwards before dropping him down over one knee into a devastating gutbuster! *CRUNCH!* “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” The crowd have been gradually getting behind Mike, and now his momentum has been cut off they let the Perfect Storm know how they feel. Davis ignores them as usual, taking a moment to rub at his sore arm before dropping down to make the cover on his former leader. ONE! TWO!! TH- -but Mike still kicks out, and the Perfect Storm will have to work a bit harder for his win! Davis grimaces and picks Stephens up off the mat, then hooks him up as if for a vertical suplex. However, at the apex of the lift Davis turns Mike so that the two men are chest to chest before sitting out while slamming Stephens down into a Falcon Arrow! *BANG!* Once more Sean Davis makes the cover, making sure to hook the leg… ONE! TWO!! THR- -but Michael Stephens kicks out again! “YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” The Indian crowd (rabid SWF fans one and all of course, we’re on TV everywhere don’t you know) let out a cheer as Stephens gets his shoulder off the mat, but Sean Davis doesn’t pay any attention to them; he’s on a roll now, and he wants to put his opponent away before the notoriously resourceful Englishman finds a way to get back into the match. Accordingly he grabs Michael Stephens and hoists him up to his feet, then spins Stephens around and tries to latch on a Full Nelson! “Sean Davis could go a lot of places from this position,” Mak Francis says, tension edging his voice, “but I think he might be going for the Avalanche!” Sure enough Davis seems to be trying to twist Mike around so he can sit down on his opponent’s back with the feared submission move… “Why didn’t he just apply it on the ground?” Suicide King asks, a good question you might think… …and suddenly Davis shifts his efforts, hoisting Mike into the air! However, even in mid-air Stephens shows that he’s still got his instinctive ability to counter out of moves as he drives his right arm down as hard as he can onto Sean’s injured one, breaking the bigger man’s grip and causing him to be dropped back to his feet before Davis can complete the Full Nelson Bomb, Slam or whatever else he might have been going for. Sean isn’t giving up this easily and tries to lock the Full Nelson on again, but this time Mike is ready for him and slams his right elbow into Sean’s arm again and again, then stamps on the big man’s foot! ‘Aargh!’ The combination forces Davis to release his hold and Mike takes the opportunity to twist out of the remaining Half Nelson, spinning behind his opponent until he’s back to back with the Perfect Storm before reaching up as if to snare the big man for a neckbreaker. However, from there Stephens twists around again, bringing Davis with him so that when he sits out Sean ends up being driven face-first into the mat! *BANG!* “…and according to my notes, Michael Stephens calls that the Pressure Drop!” Mak Francis informs viewers at home. Meanwhile, Stephens is pushing himself to his feet and holding his ribs as he sucks in air. Sean Davis is as tough as old boots and is already starting to get back up, but as he does so Mike runs past him and snares him in a ¾ facelock on the way, heading for the turnbuckles… *whump* …but Sean Davis pushes him off, and the Sensation arrives faster than he expected and hits chest-first into the corner pads! “It looked like Michael Stephens was going for the Sunny In England there, the move he used to call the Intoxxication,” Mak Francis says glancing at his notes again, “but Sean Davis knew it was coming!” “He telegraphed it,” King nods, then adds, “deliberately.” “Oh, please…” Stephens turns around, still wheezing, just in time to see Davis hurtling at him with his shoulder lowered ready for a football tackle! The Perfect Storm thunders forwards… …Stephens gulps and hurls himself out through the ropes, snagging the middle cable with one hand to land ungracefully on the apron… …and with his target moving at the last moment, Sean Davis drives his shoulder hard into the steel ringpost. *CRACK!* His right shoulder, mind you. “Michael Stephens has been working over that arm and shoulder all match,” Mak Francis cries as Davis bellows in agony and extracts himself from the corner, “and now Sean’s rammed it right into the ringpost! Can Stephens capitalise?” That’s the plan, Mak. Stephens uses the top rope to pull himself upright on the apron and quickly assesses the situation. Sean Davis is hunched over, lost in his own private world of pain as his shoulder overloads his nervous system. All in all, he’s probably not going to be able to react until it’s too late. Bearing that in mind, Mike hauls back on the top rope and slingshots himself into the ring, hooking Sean Davis by both shoulders and rolling to take the big man over into a pin! “Slingshot Oklahoma Roll,” Mak calls as Brian Warner dives to make the count, “Davis wouldn’t be the first to be caught by this!” ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! Sean Davis kicks out, but it’s a bare millisecond too late! *DING-DING-DING!* “YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” “Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner,” Funyon booms as ‘Rookie’ crashes out of the speakers again, “MIIIIIIIIII-CHAEL… STEEEEEEEEEEEEE-PHENS!!” “Well, I’d say he’s monumentally failed to lose this match, King,” Francis declares in scathing tones. “I should have predicted this. Toxxic’s ego wouldn’t let him lose to someone he used to boss around. He’ll start losing soon enough Mak, you mark my words!” “I’ll mark them, and then ignore them,” the Franchise replies wearily as Michael Stephens goes over to where Sean Davis is holding his right shoulder and offers the bigger man a handshake. With his left hand. Davis accepts it ruefully, then claps his former leader on the back. Possibly a bit harder than strictly necessary given that it nearly floors the Englishman, but Stephens seems to take it in good faith - after all, Sean’s a competitive man and losing a match, even to a friend, is going to sting a bit. However, instead of leaving the ring, Michael Stephens stays where he is and calls for a microphone.