Chuck Woolery

“GOD DAMN MOVE WHEN I SAY MOVE, MOTHERFUCKER!” “Exile On Mainline” by Chemlab fires up as KOJI walks into the ring entrance, flanked by Chris Card and Natasha. KOJI walks slowly down to ringside taking time to sneer at the fans, and before stepping into the ring he hands his shades to Card and Natasha slowly takes his trenchcoat off him. Funyon: And entering the ring first, at 221lbs, he hails from the Saitama Prefuecture in Japan… KOOOOOOOOOOOJIIIIIIIII KIIIIITAAAAAAAAAAAAAANOOOOOO When every light in the arena goes to full power as the Smarktron whites out. For a moment the only sound is that of a needle scratching over vinyl... And then *BAM* The crashing guitars of Lamb of God’s “Black Label” send a bolt through the crowd. The drumming sends a jolt throughout the area, as the pace of the intro begins to pick up. Finally… “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” The high-pitched scream of Randy Blythe breaks through the speakers as the bright white lights begin flashing at the entranceway. As the scream hits the crowd, Spike walks out wearing a black hoodie on, the hood covering most of his face. Spike drops down to one knee, leaving one arm to hang to the ground, while the other is firmly placed on his knee. After a few moments, Spike raises both arms into an “X”, symbolizing his Straight Edge life style. Spike rises to his feet and begins to make his way down the isle towards the ring. Funyon: And his opponent, weighing in at 220lbs, from Hollywood, California… HOOOLLLLYYYYYWOOOOD SPPPPPPPIKE JEEEEEEEEENKIIIIIINS Spike makes his way completely around the ring and rolls underneath the bottom rope. He continues rolling until he hits dead center in the middle of the ring. Spike rises to one knee and resumes the position he was in at the top of the entranceway. One arm hanging to the ground, the other placed on his knee. Finally, Spike rises to his feet. He quickly peels off the hood, releasing his blonde, dyed hair free. He puts his arms together, forming an “X” across his chest, again promoting his Straight Edge life style. Longdogger Pete: Well tonight I’m hoping for a longer match from KOJI than his last effort. Suicide King: Effort? A on move roll up isn’t effort. Having said that there’s a certain style to it… oh good grief. Look who’s joining us again. Chris Card: Greetings gentlemen. I’m sure you’re glad to have my presence here to provide commentary on this fine match tonight. Pete: Well can you explain that shock victory by KOJI on the last show? Card: It’s simple Pete. We wrestlers get paid for the victory, not by the minute. The quicker the win, the less effort expended the better. In the ring referee Mark Soapdish calls for the bell. Spike and KOJI lock up quickly and the Hollywood star powers KOJI back a couple of steps. The Japanese star backs off, and Spike takes time to celebrate his slight power advantage over his opponent. Meanwhile KOJI appears to be fiddling.. umm… inside his tights. Card: There’s something great about having each match on a show under hardcore stipulations. Pete: I’m worried about that comment. King: Why did your plans never lead to MY goals being fulfilled Card? Card: You’re still bitter about operation Stop Landon? Spike charges in looking for a side headlock to launch a suplex… as KOJI grabs from his tights… THE PEPPER SPRAY!!!! KOJI gives Spike a face full and as the top class cruiserweight reels backwards, KOJI grabs him in his own side headlock. The blinded Spike is hoisted in the air and spun round in the air, before KOJI sits out and hits Spike with THE WHIRLWIND DRIVER!!!! KOJI drops to cover… ONE! TWO! THREEEE!!!!!!! Card: See. Quick win. Quick money. And because it’s hardcore, it’s all legal. Pete: Chris Card you are one underhand snake in the grass. Card: Thankyou Peter, you’re alright yourself.

The magnificent pyrotechnic display that always welcomes fans to Storm dies down as the cameras pan over the filled to the brim “Elk’s Lodge” in Philadelphia. You know the big place that sits on the corner of Twilight Avenue and Imaginary Lane. The crowd is fired up, excited that the SWF is back in town and that they get the Hardcore show right here in “Barbwire City” “Ladies and Gentlemen do we ever have a treat for you!” Pete says loudly as he’s trying to make himself heard over the roar of the crowd. “There is a Storm brewing tonight! In fact there is a storm brewing right now as we kick things off with a 4 way Hardcore title match” Pete continues as the shot focuses on the ring where Referee Stan Soapdish and his little brother Steve are ready to keep tonight’s mandatory “out of control brawl” in check. Both Stan and his slightly younger twin brother are wearing catchers chest plates and football helmets to keep them safe from the mayhem that will break out any minute now. Any minute now. “Dooooooooo..oooOOOOM!!” The lights go down as they seem to do for almost all introductions and out walks 2 lines of Druids – 12 druids all together this time making the chants somewhat impressive, if the arena was quiet – but of course this is Philly and the people just cannot shut up so instead they chant along instead. “Dooooooooo..oooOOOOM!!” King snickers, then he says “This match is so brutal it could very well spells someone’s--” “Dooooooooo..oooOOOOM!!” Pete is for once quick on the uptake and tries it himself “We might even see someone get hit with the Chop Block of…” “Dooooooooo..oooOOOOM!!” They both snicker like school boys. Pete is about to try another line but the Druids are done as they line up the entrance say. The chants are silenced and instead “Yakety Sax” kicks in leading many members in the audience to expect a short fat British guy chasing women. But instead it’s Jimmy the Doom and his manager Lois side by side as the Sax keeps yakking. “Jimmy earned a shot at the Hardcore title by actually pinning the Hardcore champ on Smarkdown” Pete points out as Jimmy walks towards the ring. “Yeah but that was a regular match, this is Hardcore! It’s where Bruce Blank thrives” King replies just because he loves to disagree with Pete. As Jimmy passes druid number 6 he’s attacked by behind by the robed, hooded figure. The fact that one of the druids moves at all takes Jimmy by surprise and he doesn’t even get his hands up to block the shots from the orange hardhat that the Druid has in his hand. The remaining 11 druids and Lois just stand there and watch, not moving an inch to help out Jimmy. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! “Maybe now Jimmy will learn not to wear a weapon on his head when he walks to the ring” King says while enjoying the irony of the situation. “Who is under that robe King? Is it Bruce? Maybe Skull or even Akira” Pete speculates as the guy in the brown robe keeps up the attack stomping Jimmy in the chest trying to force him through the bars of the guardrails like hamburger meat. Both Steve and Stan Soapdish have jumped to the floor to supervise the match, that’s all they can do under the Hardcore rules after all. But after a moment Steve runs towards the backstage, abandoning his brother and the two guys attempting to bash each other’s brains in. “Where is he going?” Pete asks in his “I’m so clueless” voice. “Maybe he got a craving for a Philly Cheesesteak??” King replies just to say something. “Hold on King” Pete says while the Suicide King holds on “I just got word backstage that we have images from another fight that’s going on back there. The picture turns to a split screen image with Jimmy the Doom and the attacking druid on the right and a shot from backstage on the left. The shot on the left shows the Crimson Skull bashing Akira Kaibatsu over the head with a huge red tinted metallic gauntlet!! “MUA HA HA!! Fear my Uranian Claw!!” He says in the delightfully overblown way only a villain (or Toxxic) can get away with as he rams the gauntlet into the neck of Akira once more. “Uranian Claw?” Pete asks all confused. “Yeah that means he pulled it from Uranus Pete!!” King replies with a smirk. “But if that’s Crimson Skull and Akira Kaba.. Kria… Kiri.. the Divine Wind! Backstage then the druid attacking Jimmy must be Bruce Blank” Pete figures out. On the split screen we see Jimmy duck under a clothesline from the druid, then he quickly grabs the druid by the hood and pulls it off to reveal… The Crimson Skull?!?!? “What the hell?” Pete says in surprise. “CRIMSON SKULL OH YES!! And you said it was Bruce, man you really are a Brain Clogger” King says while marking out over the Skull’s evil, evil plan. “But… but there are two of them King” Pete says and indeed there are – one Crimson Skull at ringside brawling with Jimmy the Doom, and another one backstage attacking Akira Kaibatsu before he could make his entrance. The backstage Skull pulls Akira to his feet by grabbing the mask and then he tries to punch him in the face with his huge metallic gauntlet. *SMACK!-CRACK!* “The gauntlet broke!! Skull hit the concrete wall and broke his gauntlet” King says as Akira manages to move out of the way at the last moment. “Who is the other Skull? Is it Bruce in disguise? They are about similar in build after all” Pete speculates. “Maybe Skull grew a clone? He’s smart enough to do it” King says dismissing Pete’s suggestion that one of the Skull’s was Bruce under a mask. At ringside the Crimson Skull tosses Jimmy the Doom hard into the guardrail, flipping the tall Doomtopian over the guardrail and into the crowd. The fans rises to their feet as Crimson Skull jumps over the guardrail as well and starts to attack Jimmy in the crowd – Philly likes their out of control, audience interactive brawls after all. YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!! “Man this is almost impossible to keep track of” Pete laments as he tries to watches both fights. “I mean we’ve got TWO out of control brawls going on at the moment, this is not how it’s supposed to happen” He explains. “Did you expect everyone to just go to the ring all courteous and shake hands?? This is Storm! And for the Hardcore title!” King says. The right feed shows Crimson Skull taking a metal chair from a fan that’s more than willing to hand it to him and then bashing Jimmy the Doom over the back with him. The left feed shows the Divine Wind kicking the much slower Crimson Skull right in the throat with the tip of his boot. Akira quickly grabs the Skull’s arm and hooks his arm around Skull’s head “DDT!! Oh man right on the concrete” King says as Akira floats over from the Armbar DDT and tries to lock on the Fujiwara Armbar. “You know I don’t think we see enough Armbars in hardcore matches King” Pete points out. “You keep your arm bars Pete, I want to see crowbars!” In the arena the crowd parts like the Dead Seas as Crimson Skull keeps punching away at Jimmy the Doom, pushing him backwards and up the steps of the bleachers. Backstage Akira tries his best to keep that Crimson Skull under control with a bit of mat work – well Floor work in this case, as he rolls from the arm bar into an attempted leg vine on the big man. “You know I don’t think Akira is really cut out for the Hardcore division” King says. “He’s much more of a mat worker” King continues. “You might be right, but Akira may just surprise you – he may have a meanstreak a mile wide” Pete counters Crimson Skull and Jimmy the Doom have fought their way half way up the stairs exchanging lefts and rights along the way. Skull tries to land an elbow on Jimmy but the quick Doomtopian ducks under it, strikes the crane post and then nails The Crimson Skull right in the jaw with the Yak Kick as the big villain turns around *POW!!* YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!! The kick sends the Skull backwards, knocking him down the concrete stairs ass over elbow. Jimmy stands there for a moment and just watches as the Skull rolls down the stairs, flipping over his shoulders once and then lands with one leg on each side of a metal pole. “Oh right on the Boy Wonder!” King says as he winces in sympathy pain. Backstage Akira has kept up the floor work and is trying to lock the figure four in on the Crimson Skull, but as he applies the spinning toe hold Skull brings his other foot up and boots Akira right in the BUTT. The kick sends Akira running forward crashing head first into a door. *CRASH!* The door flies off it’s hinges and Akira stumbles onto the floor of one of the dressing rooms with a tear all the way down one side of his mask and a small gash that’s starting to bleed on the side of his cheek. Crimson Skull appears in the doorway just moments later and opens the cut even deeper as he kicks Akira right in the face. “I wonder who’s dressing room that is” Pete says as Akira is knocked into someone’s locker. “I’m not s…” King is interrupted when Skull slams Akira’s head against the locker and pops it open. “Is that a black and purple robe??” He asks as the camera catches a glimpse of what’s inside the locker. A moment later Akira provides everyone at home with another clue to who the locker room occupant is as he pulls a gold belt out of the locker and cracks the Crimson Skull over the head with it! “The International title! That’s the International title!! It must be Jay Hawke’s locker room” Pete says. “How dare he TOUCH that title? Jay left it locked up in his room and now this Japanese thief is degrading it” King says with outrage. Akira just drops the belt on the floor not really paying attention to what he hit the Crimson Skull with.and keeps up the assault on the Crimson Skull. Akira drops all his weight on the back of his opponent to make sure he doesn’t get a chance to stage a comeback. “Man Jay Hawke is going to be PISSED when he returns to his locker room and finds the mess they’ve made” King says. “I think they even got blood on his belt, the Dean isn’t going to like this one bit” Pete replies. Back in the actual arena Jimmy has made it down the flight of stairs and dragged the very groggy Crimson Skull down the last few steps to the floor. Jimmy grabs the Skull around the head and then runs forward in a bulldog motion, but instead of driving his opponent down into the concrete he rams the top of the Skull’s… erm… skull right into the metal exit door “I knew this would be wild when it was announced” Pete begins “But this is totally out of control – we’ve got two guys fighting out in the lobby area and we’ve got two guys tearing up the locker rooms. This is insane” “No, no Pete – this is STORM!!” King proudly responds “How can you expect anything less from a Hardcore title match?” Backstage Akira runs at the Crimson Skull who’s on his knees. The Skull blocks the attempted Shinning Wizard and instead lifts the much smaller “Divine Wind” up in the air and drops backwards bouncing Akira’s head off the side of a trash can with a loud crash. Skull gets to his feet, wipes a bit of blood from his nose and then goes on the attack. “Look at that! The Skull backstage has to be Bruce” Pete says as they both watch the Skull press Akira up over his head in a gorilla press one of Bruce’s trademark moves. “Oh don’t be silly Pete, I’ll be you Bruce missed his plane. Now the second Skull is clearly a robot, CLEARLY” King replies “A wrestling robot? Don’t be silly King” is all Pete says. Backstage the Skull drops Akira from the gorilla press onto his shoulders and then slams the Cruiserweight straight into a metal door driving the you man through it sending both wrestlers into the two level lobby of the Elk’s Lodge. At the other end of the lobby the Crimson Skull throws a handful of sand from an ashtray into the eyes of Jimmy the Doom before grabbing Jimmy around the throat and tossing him against the wall. “Okay when they were in separate locations it was okay with two Crimson Skulls – but now?” Pete says with confusion. “If I can keep track of identical triplets in my bedroom we can keep track of two guys who like to dress alike” King says dismissing Pete’s complaints. “Just call the guy that just kicked Akira in the gut for Skull #1 and the other one for Skull #2 if you must” The Crimson Skull grabs Jimmy the Doom and Irish whips him across the lobby. The Crimson Skull (no the OTHER one) grabs Akira and Irish whips him across the lobby as well, sending the two right into each other. Then each Crimson Skull notices the other one They both do a double take when they see someone else who looks just like them. One Skull raises his right arm, the other raises his left arm to mirror his motion. The concession stand crew in the lobby and the fans that have gathered look on in confusion as the two men stand face to face – almost like identical twins. “MASTER?!?” Both Crimson Skulls turn and look at Heff, the Skull’s faithful Manservant who’s looking at the two men. He looks left, then he looks right trying to figure out who his master is. Then suddenly he turns pale, his eyes roll to the back of his skull and he passes out. “What the hell was that all about King?” Pete asks. “Maybe poor little Heff had a fantasy overload with TWO Crimson Skulls.” King replies with the rumours about Heff’s “orientation” in mind. The two Skulls unfortunately lost track of the other two competitors in the match and seconds later they pay the price as Akira and Jimmy slam the two big guys heads together in a double noggin’ knocker. A double drop kick from the two faces sends one of the Skulls backwards onto the floor of the men’s room. “Well thank god it wasn’t the Ladies’ room or we could have been sued for sexual harassment” Pete quips. “Oh get real, it’s a wrestling show – if there isn’t at least one fight in the bathrooms then it’s just a bad show” King says annoyed at Pete’s P.C. attitude. The other Skull is whipped into the men’s room as well and bounces off one of the stall walls. Akira and Jimmy team up to whip the taller of the two Crimson Skulls into one of the sinks, breaking the sink and busting the mirror with his face cutting him in several places. *CRASH!* “With Akira and Jimmy working together they may be able to keep both Skulls in check” Pete says. “Working together? Those dirty cheaters! This is supposed to be a four way brawl” King replies with a straight face. “You saying that the two guys who DRESSED THE SAME aren’t working together?” Pete questions. “Just a coincidence Pete, not like they’re collaborators.” King fires back. Akira is about to slam one of the bathroom stall doors onto the head of the slightly shorter Crimson Skull when another bathroom stall door opens and the Divine Wind is pulled inside and the door is locked. A series of loud crashes and bangs is heard from behind the locked door. Jimmy tries to open the door but it’s well and truly locked. “What the hell is going on?” Pete asks. “Maybe he had to go to the bathroom? Give the guy some privacy” King answers. Moments later the door is opened again and Akira is thrown out of the stall and then the door is slammed shut again hard. “Was that Marcus Ward? I saw Ward in the stall King” Pete says as he thinks he caught a glimpse of the Mastermind. “Oh come on now, why would Ward do something like that??” King asks playing ignorant about the Bruce Blank / Marcus Ward connection. Jimmy wasted too much time trying to get the door open, which gave both Skull’s a chance to recover. They both wrap their hand around Jimmy’s throat and lifts him up in the air before tossing him into a bathroom stall breaking the toilet spilling water everywhere. *FLUSH!!* One of the Crimson Skulls drags Jimmy out from the bathroom back into the lobby while the other Skull lays in the right fists to Akira’s head and neck. Skull #1 (or is that #2?) drags Jimmy across the upper level of the lobby where the fighting has taken place so far, towards the stairs to the lower level where the concessions stands are. “This can’t be good” Pete speculates as the Skull lifts Jimmy up on his shoulders in a power slam position. “Oh it could be very, very good Pete – don’t be so pessimistic” King replies with anticipation of just what the Skull has in mind. The Crimson Skull runs at the rail and then tosses Jimmy the Doom over the edge dropping him the approximately 15 feet down to the next level. Jimmy flies through the air sending the people working the refreshment stand right below them scurrying everywhere. Seconds later Jimmy comes crashing down right through one of their tables *CRASH!* Sending popcorn and hot dogs flying everywhere as Jimmy pulverizes the table. On the upper level Skull looks over the edge and just smiles at his handy work. But the smile is wiped off his face as Akira Kaibatsu lands a hard crescent kick to the back of the Skull knocking the big man over the rail as well. The Crimson Skull falls fast and hard and crashes through another table sending cups of soda flying everywhere as he hits it with the full force of his near 300 pound body. “HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!” the fans and the SWF staff in the lobby can’t help but review that old ECW chant as it seems appropriate tonight. “I can’t believe what we’re seeing King! These guys are killing each other just to win the match” Pete says “You say it like that’s not expected Pete” is the Suicide King’s only response. Akira makes his way down the stairs towards the two guys that used their bodies as wrecking balls. The other Crimson Skull is not far behind him, hobbling a bit as he has a piece of glass embedded in his thigh. Akira drops and covers the fallen Skull. ONE!! TWO!!! THR-NO!! The Crimson Skull broke up the count by kicking Akira right in the face, knocking him off the other Skull. Then Skull covers Jimmy hoping for a pinfall while Akira is holding his none ONE!! TWO!!! THR-NO!! Akira breaks the pinfall attempt by drop kicking Skull right in the side of the head knocking the big man off Jimmy the Doom. “With 4 people in the match it’s going to be hard to get a pinfall Pete” King says “Yeah there are always 2 others to break up the attempt” Pete agrees. “The way I see it you got two choices Pete – you either knock out all three guys, or you try to lock up the other two” King says sharing his personal battle plan for a match like this. Jimmy the Doom has slowly recovered from the drop and is able to stand up albeit not very steadily. Jimmy and Akira quickly pull the fallen Crimson Skull to his feet and then use all their strength to double Irish Whip the taller Crimson Skull right into one of the big panes of glass that separates the lobby from the street. *CRASH!!* The Crimson Skull flies through the glass, shattering it as he gets thrown through it and to the sidewalk all covered in glass shards. Akira turns around only to be greeted by a big boot from the other Crimson Skull sending the young cruiserweight to the ground hard and fast. Skull takes advantage of Jimmy still being groggy from the drop as he grabs Jimmy around the waist and then suplexes Jimmy the Doom up and over his head through another pane of glass *CRASH!!* Jimmy’s head bounces off the pavement as the Skull releases the suplex and turns his attention back to Akira with a devious smile on his blood streaked face. “Oh lord I’m not sure I can stand to watch much more of this King” Pete says queasily. “Personally I think I could stand to watch Akira be thrown through a pane of glass… yeah definitely” King replies revealing his badly hidden sadistic tendencies. As if on command The Skull picks up Akira and throws him against the glass hoping to toss the Divine Wind right through it. *THUD!* Akira smacks against the glass but doesn’t break it, instead he flops down and smacks against the floor in a really awkward angle. Skull gets angry, then he grabs a big metal ashtray and throws it through the glass just to break it. The Skull smiles as he steps through the busted pane of glass onto the street. The Elk Lodge Security team is trying it’s best to keep the innocent bystanders and onlookers away as the fight spills out onto the streets of Philadelphia. “Hey this isn’t a street fight!” Pete says as the Crimson Skull pulls the other Skull to his feet. “WHOA!” King screams in surprise as one Crimson Skull lands a low blow on the other Skull revealing that maybe there isn’t a conspiracy between them. “And you said they were conspiring Pete – bah!” King says. “Maybe it’s just mindgames from Bruce you know” “Again with the “It’s Bruce under the mask” stuff, I just don’t see it – it’s not very logical is it? Maybe it’s Insane Luchador’s spirit inhabiting whomever is under the mask and he just wants another shot at the Hardcore title” King spits out tired of Pete’s speculations. “Yeah that’s much more logical” Pete replies. The Skull turns his attention to Jimmy the Doom, bending over to pick him up only to feel the Hand of Doom up close and extremely personal as Jimmy hits the big man right in the throat. Moments later Akira returns to the fight, this time guided by Mr. Kobe who’s finally showed up for the match. “I was wondering where Akira’s mentor was” Pete says. “Yeah? I just figured he had given up on Akira and left the country” King quips. The camera catches a glimpse of half a set of handcuffs around Mr. Kobe’s right hand, a clue to where Mr. Kobe has been during this match. He tells Akira something that doesn’t immediately register with him, when Mr. Kobe tells him again he seems to question it. In the background Jimmy runs at the Crimson Skull, ducks under and spins behind the big man while wrapping his arms around the Skull’s waist before using his turning momentum to lift and spin the Crimson Skull into a Jimmy-plex right onto the hood of a waiting cab. “Hoooooooooly!! A move like that can turn a man’s spine into dust!” King says in a tone that reveals that he doesn’t necessarily think that’s a bad thing. “This whole match could end someone’s career King – hell it could end FOUR careers in one night” Pete replies. Akira finally nods in understanding of Mr. Kobe’s instructions, he turns around and picks up an orange traffic cone. The Divine Wind quickly brings the cone down on top of the fallen Crimson Skull knocking him back against a car. Then he places the cone with the point aimed straight at the Skull’s most private of parts. Akira gets a running start and then kicks the cone hard driving it into… well what do you think?? OOOOOOOOOOOOHHH!! Akira does not look very pleased with what he had to do but Mr. Kobe seems to have persuaded him to get more into the Hardcore rules. Jimmy the Doom has the other Skull up on the hood of the car using all his strength to lift the big man up and flip him into an inverted cradle brainbuster denting the hood of the car even further *WHAM!!* “The Doom Driver!! If Jimmy covers now I think he could actually get the pin.” Pete says, King would disagree but – well he can’t. Jimmy covers The Crimson Skull on the hood of the car but referee Stan Soapdish does not count the pin-fall attempt. Instead he informs Jimmy and thus the people viewing the match at home that the rules specify that the pin must take place on Elk’s Lodge property to be legal (and covered by their insurance) and the sidewalk is not technically part of the Elk’s Lodge. “What? That’s just idiotic!!” Pete says angrily obviously not very happy with that decision. Mr. Kobe hands Akira a roll of duct tape that he found in the back of a beat up Ford pick-up truck parked next to the busted cab. Jimmy pulls one of the Skulls over to a lamppost while Akira tears off a long strip of duct tape. Moments later Akira and Jimmy have duct taped one of the Skull’s to the lamppost by wrapping the entire roll of duct tape around his arm and upper body. “Duct tape?? Is there anything you cannot do with it” Pete asks. “I can think of a few things, but then again they involve women so you probably don’t have a clue” King shoots back at his co-commentator. With one Crimson Skull out of the match, at least temporarily, Jimmy and Akira turn their attention to the other Crimson Skull, the slightly taller one. Jimmy holds The Skull down while Akira begins to climb up the rusty fire escape, presumably to leap off onto the Crimson Skull. The Crimson Skull has other ideas as he elbows Jimmy in the ribs while Akira gets up on the first level of the fire escape. Skull backdrops Jimmy the Doom onto a newspaper holder and then climbs up the fire escape after Akira. “I don’t like the look of this King. I mean if someone was to fall off the fire escape…” Pete says, not daring to finish the sentence. “Oh you know what they say, it’s not a Hardcore match until someone gets seriously hurt” King fires back at his wimpy partner. Akira kicks the Crimson Skull across the chest as the big man climbs up on the first platform of the fire escape but he doesn’t knock the Skull off the fire escape. Akira tries another kick but Skull moves and Akira kicks the metal rail instead with a thud. The reprieve allows Skull to climb up all the way onto the first level and get his balance. “Man look at Jimmy climb that ladder up to the fire escape! He’s like a spider monkey” Pete says as Jimmy quickly climbs up towards the Skull and Akira. “He’s a fast climber, but is he also a good diver Pete? That’s what’s important” King replies. Skull grabs Akira by the hair and tries to throw him over the side of the rusty rail but Jimmy saves the day before Skull can haul the small Japanese superstar over the side of the fire escape. Jimmy grabs the Skull by the hair and drives his head straight into the metal steps. Then Jimmy points upwards, suggesting that they go to the roof. Akira looks up, then he looks down before he nods in agreement. “What the hell? Why are they going to the roof Pete?” King asks confused as Akira and Jimmy quickly make it up the 2 levels of fire escape and onto the roof of the Elk’s Lodge. “Well now they’re actually ON Elk’s Lodge property again. A pinfall is legal” Pete says gloating that for once HE was the smart one. Since no one expected the match to make it’s way onto the roof the SWF does not have a camera crew stationed there. So for a few moments all the fans can see is a shot from a camera on the street filming as the Crimson Skull slowly drags himself up the steps. “We hope to get more footage from the roof any minute now” Pete says to excuse the unforeseen lack of footage. “That’s what you get when you use union guys Pete – never use union guys if you want the job done right” King says as he taps his fingers on the desk waiting for a new feed. A camera crew finally makes their way onto the roof taping as they run towards the fight catching glimpses of Akira Kaibatsu twisting Jimmy into a single Boston Crab position with Jimmy’s face being pressed down into the dirty concrete roof. Steve Soapdish has crawled up the fire escape and is checking on Jimmy to see if he is giving up or not. “You know that has to be the weirdest place Akira ever applied a Boston Crab” Pete says trying to be witty. “What in Philly?” King says not playing along with the joke. Crimson Skull steps onto the roop, breaks off an antenna and then smacks Akira across the back with the hard metal pole. *WHACK!!* Akira flies forward from the impact and lands in the dirt as the Crimson Skull bends the metal antenna over the skull of Jimmy the Doom. Moments later Skull has Jimmy up and is about to throw him off the side of the building. “NO DON’T DO IT!!” Pete screams while King secretly wishes someone actually WOULD. Before the Crimson Skull can toss Jimmy off he stops, his path blocked by the other Crimson Skull, finally free from the duct tape, he has climbed up the fire escape. The taller Skull tosses Jimmy at the slightly shorter Skull who catches the Doomtopian and then slams him onto the concrete. Then both Skulls turn their attention towards Akira. “If these guys work together now they could easily cripple both Jimmy and Akira” King says in a tone that doesn’t reveal if he approves or disapproves. “I know the Crimson Skull claims to be truly evil – but… I never thought he’d be willing to go to such an extreme” Pete says fearing for the lives of all of the participants as they fight on the roof of the Elk’s Lodge. Both of the Crimson Skulls grab Akira around the neck and then lift him up over their heads in a double press, quickly they run towards the brick wall and throw him like a lawn dart straight into the red brickworks. *CRUNCH!* Akira leaves a bloody splotch on the wall as he bounces off it before he drops straight down to the ground, looking like he’s out cold. One of the Skulls goes to make a cover but the other Crimson Skull stops him and points to himself to indicate that if anyone is going to make a cover here it’s going to be him. “Now they’re fighting over who gets to pin him!” Pete says as the Skulls go nose to nose as they have a heated argument over pin-falls and victories and whatnot. “Of course they are – after all the Hardcore title is on the line, they all want it” King says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. They all want the victory in this match, including Jimmy who’s sneaking by the two arguing Crimson Skulls and quietly covers Akira hoping to get the 3 count before the two Crimson Skulls notice him. ONE!! TWO!!! But that’s all he gets as both of the Crimson Skulls kick him in the head to break up the pin-fall attempt. Then one of the Crimson Skulls picks Jimmy up, lifts him up in a stalling suplex position before driving him straight down onto the roof. *WHAM!!* “THE BLANK BOMB!!” Pete screams. “Oh my god Jimmy is Dead!” King says with equal parts horror and admiration. “That means that HE must be Bruce Blank then” Pete says showing his skills at stating the obvious The other Crimson Skull quickly picks Akira up, lifts him up in the air and pauses with Akira upside down. Then he drops Akira down straight onto his neck and shoulders with a sickening thud. *WHAM!* “THE BLANK BO… hold on who the hell is Bruce Blank of these two then?” Pete says while scratching his head. Before he can speculate any longer both Skulls drop down on top of the opponent they took out with the Blank Bomb. Both referee hit their knees and begin to count ONE!! ONE!! TWO!! TWO!! THREE!! THREE!! “We have a winner! This brutal match is over!!” Pete more or less screams out, so caught up in the moment he’s forgotten that the two faces just got driven into the concrete roof. “Yeah but who got the pin? They both covered their opponents, they both had a referee do a 3 count – so who won?” King asks as we see Steve and Stan Soapdish conferring to figure out who got the pin-fall first. Then Stan grabs both Skulls by the hand, the guy that pinned Akira on his left and the guy that pinned Jimmy on the right. After a moments pause he finally raises the hand of the Crimson Skull on his right, the one that pinned Jimmy the Doom. “WE HAVE A WINNER!!” King says “Is it the real Skull or the false one though?” Pete inquires. Steve Soapdish hands the Hardcore title to the victorious Skull who holds it up in the air with his left hand while using his right hand to pull off the crimson mask to reveal… BRUCE BLANK! “I told you it was Bruce under the mask Pete! I’ve said that all along” King says while quickly revising the past. “You did not! You said it was a clone or a robot or the spirit of Insane Luchador” Pete says angrily at his lying, cheating co-commentator. Bruce raises the hardcore title in the air celebrating a hard fought victory, but the second he turns around towards the real Crimson Skull he’s knocked down by a stiff clothesline from the Crimson Skull. The REAL Crimson Skull quickly grabs the Hardcore title and then strikes Bruce over the back of the head with the metal knocking the big man out. Then Skull drops the belt and walks off cursing up a storm over having lost a golden opportunity, vowing that it is not over yet. “You know there has been a real turn towards the ultra violent ever since Bruce Blank won the Hardcore title” Pete says “and tonight was certainly no different” King intercedes jumping all over Pete’s lines. “Bruce isn’t one to make friends though, just look at what went down between Bruce and the Crimson Skull” Pete points out. “I mean were they in collusion or did Bruce just dress up as the Skull to mess with his mind?” Pete continues. “I don’t know Pete, all I know is that the Crimson Skull looked irate and he’s not really a guy you want to make made you know” King replies.

Show's going to be a weensy bit late, boys. I'll try and post it before or after the SAT's in the morning, or Raynor will do it when he gets on... or, I mean, I guess Judge or Z or Tom could do it, too, if they feel so inclined. I'm waiting on a couple matches, but I've got a rough card and everything else sketched out so you should have something within the next twelve hours.

The Smartmarks Wrestling Federation presents... SWF SMARKDOWN, MONDAY, OCTOBER 3, LIVE FROM THE PLATTSBURGH CIVIC CENTER, PLATTSBURGH, NEW YORK! (8pm EST, 5pm PST; check local listings) THE CARD: MAIN EVENT NON-TITLE MATCH El Luchadore Magnifico (SWF World Heavyweight Champion) v. JJ Johnson (SWF Cruiserweight Champion) v. Zyon -> A message to all people: if you miss your plane, good things may happen to you. JJ Johnson missed his plane from Manchester to Burlington (allow me to interject here that Manchester to Burlington is like a two hour drive), and it forced his Cruiserweight Championship match with Zyon to be postponed indefinitely. While CC scrambles to reschedule that match, they've decided to keep Zyon and JJ fighting each other -- but they've thrown El Luchadore Magnifico, SWF World Heavyweight Champion, into the mix! With three of the four best cruiserweight currently in the fed in this match, we could see something exciting -- as well as see a midterm title contender emerge... Rules: First fall wins. All DQs are in effect -- if one man is disqualified, he is removed for the match, leaving the other two to battle it out. Marker: chirs3 Word Limit: 6500 SUB-MAIN EVENT SWF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS Wild and Dangerous (Wildchild and Johnny Dangerous, SWF Tag Team Champions) v. Landon "La Cucaracha" Maddix and Jay Hawke (SWF International Champion) -> Maddix and Hawke, coming off of a big win on Lockdown, look to parlay their success there into more gold here. Rules: Standard tag rules. Marker: Chuck Woolery Word Limit: 5500 SINGLES MATCH "Urban Legend" Todd Cortez v. Marcus "The Mastermind" Ward -> Ward has had mixed success in every division he's been in. Tonight, he takes a break from his team of the Nightmare Express to take on a relatively intimidating fellow looking to snatch some big gold, Todd Cortez. Rules: Standard. Marker: The Superstar Word Limit: 5000 SINGLES MATCH Jimmy the Doom v. Bruce Blank -> I have no words. I am wordless. Rules: Standard. Marker: janusd Word Limit: 5000 Also Appearing: TKO! Others! Maybe even a surprise or two!

Hey, Marcus? You have three posts in a span of like ten minutes wondering why you lost. Why don't you wait a little bit and let your marker tell you why, instead of responding to every post about why Landon and Hawke's finish made sense? I know the two of them are open to criticism, but I don't think the two of them will take too kindly to you questioning their finish, and I know that your marker (and me, by extension) don't take too kindly to you openly questioning their decision. Now that you have, we will respond, but I'd suggest you don't make this a habit when you lose.

The final commercial break of the evening draws to a close and is quickly replaced by an inspiring shot of the inside of the Burlington Memorial Auditorium, packed to the brim with delighted fans. These hearty citizens of the great state of Vermont have been treated to a fine wrestling show thus far, and it’s only going to get better. After a moment, the camera cuts to Longdogger Pete and the Suicide King, as per usual perched behind their commentary desk. “Welcome back to SWF Lockdown, ladies and gentlemen!” Pete happily greets the home audience. “If you’re just joining us, you’re an idiot who should have turned the TV on about two hours ago.” King cheerfully adds. “What King means to say is that we’ve had a fantastic show so far.” Pete quickly says, annoyed. “And now we’re gonna cap it off with a SWF World Heavyweight Title match! El Luchadore Magnifico, fresh off of taking the title from Danny Williams at Genesis VI, defends against Akira Kaibatsu, a young man who won this shot at the very same show in his first match with the SWF!” “Man, this is gonna be great.” King happily predicts. “Nothing I enjoy more than watching a rookie get torn limb from limb by an actual wrestler.” “That’s hardly fair, King.” Pete counters, trying to be polite as possible. “Akira may be a rookie in the SWF, but he’s not completely without experience. Akira’s been wrestling for over a year now and made a very impressive SWF debut at Genesis VI. Kaibatsu’s more of a match for Magnifico than you might think.” “Uh huh.” King absently responds, not hearing a word Pete’s said. “I’ll give you three to one on the Japanese kid being crippled within two minutes. Whattya say?” A depressed LDP sighs while King shrugs and asks nearby audience members if they want any piece of the action. With no warning, Akira Kaibatsu strides out from the back and onto the entrance ramp, followed closely by Mr. Kobe. The crowd’s surprised by a lack of an entrance, but the pop they release when everyone in attendance has seen Akira is respectable. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the SWF World Heavyweight Title!” Funyon announces, drawing an impressive anticipatory pop as he does so. “Introducing first, accompanied by Mr. Kobe, from Sendai, Japan, weighing in at one hundred and ninety-five pounds…AAAAAAKIIIIIRRRRRAAAA KAAAAIIIIIIIBAAAAAATSSSUUUUUUUU!! Kaibatsu moves quickly down the ramp and reaches the ring, rolling beneath its bottom rope while Mr. Kobe climbs onto the apron. Once they’re both inside the ring, Kobe begins speaking to Akira, gesticulating wildly as he does so. Kaibatsu nods every so often as he takes in the valuable advice. When Kobe has said his peace, Kobe smiles and slaps Akira on the back, leaving Kaibatsu to prepare for the upcoming contest by himself. “Akira’s lucky to have as knowledgeable and supportive a manager as Mr. Kobe in his corner.” Pete observes. “Admittedly, Akira is fairly inexperienced. I’m confident that Kobe’s advice will serve Kaibatsu well tonight and throughout his SWF career.” “That’s amazing!” King suddenly cries. “…well, I wouldn’t use the word amazing per se, but-“ Pete replies, startled. “What? No, I’m not talking about whatever you were talking about.” King holds up a wad of bills. “Check it out, I made forty-three bucks from these yahoos! This’ll buy enough cheap whiskey to keep me drunk for weeks!” Pete stares at King in disbelief for a moment before smacking him upside, inciting an argument between the two that the network has to quickly cut away from. A moment later, the lights are suddenly cut out throughout the arena, drawing a wave of pre-emptive boos from the live audience. “HEY HEY!” *BOOOOOOOOOOOMM!!* “BOOOOOOOOOOO!!” However, said boos are virtually drowned out when Atake FDD’s “Tu Final” blasts over the speakers, accompanied by a burst of red, white, and green pyro that explodes upwards from the stage. The booing grows to a deafening level of volume when El Luchadore Magnifico bursts through the pyro-induced smoke, illuminated by a single spotlight. His head bobbing to the pounding bass of his music and the World Title wrapped around his waist, Magnifico quickly strides down the entrance ramp, his Mexican flag flapping gracefully behind him. “And now, from Mexico City, Mexico, weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds…he is the SWF World Heavyweight Champion…” Funyon continues, the last three words drawing a fresh wave of boos from the annoyed crowd. “EL LUCHADOOOOOOOOOORE MAGNIFIIIICOOOOOOOOOO!!” Beset on all sides by people who basically despise him, Magnifico quickly and confidently strides down the entrance ramp, an indignant scowl painted on his face the entire time. ELM reaches the ring, rolls beneath its bottom rope, and pops to his feet. Without even looking at Akira, he steps into the center of the ring, unwraps the title around his waist, and then thrusts it and his Mexican flag into the air as the lights go back up throughout the arena. The suddenly-illuminated crowd doesn’t falter for a second in voicing their displeasure as Magnifico looks out over the mass of humanity with palpable disgust. Eventually, he breaks his pose and hands both the flag and the title over to the referee. He begins to stretch for the upcoming contest, and it’s then that his eyes meet Akira’s for the first time. A cheerful smile suddenly comes over Magnifico’s face as he stretches, keeping his eyes locked on Kaibatsu’s the entire time. To Akira’s credit, he meets ELM’s gaze and doesn’t break it for a second, completely concentrated on defeating the man before him and taking his title. “On Storm, Magnifico told us that he felt it was his ‘solemn duty’ to open the eyes of certain members of the SWF roster.” Pete says quietly. “ELM told us is that he felt the need to show them what he’s seen, and that his work would start with Akira Kaibatsu. Whatever that means.” “And as I said on Storm, I applaud Magnifico for taking it upon himself to educate the less-enlightened members of this roster.” King interjects. “This is exactly what a young man like Akira needs. With ELM’s guidance, Kaibatsu would be sure to realize his potential and maybe actually be a match for Magnifico sometime down the road.” The ref steps into the center of the ring and holds up the World Title, drawing an anticipatory pop from the excited crowd. Once that’s done, the ref takes a quick look around the ring, and, upon seeing that everything is in order, signals for the bell. DING DING DING “And here we go!” Pete proclaims, excited. “El Luchadore Magnifico’s first title defense, against promising newcomer Akira Kaibatsu! Will Magnifico retain, or will Akira shock the world and come out of here the SWF World Heavyweight Champion?” Kobe slaps the mat and shouts a few words of encouragement as the bell rings, wanting nothing more than for Akira to come out victorious tonight. ELM’s smile grows wider and more unsettling as Kaibatsu begins to pace around the ring, keeping his eyes locked on Magnifico’s. After a moment, ELM finally moves, and the two men begin to circle each other, slowly approaching one another and the center of the ring. Once his opponent is within arm’s reach, Akira suddenly lunges forward, looking to lock up with Magnifico in the center of the ring. However, ELM manages to duck beneath Akira’s arm and spin around to his back, applying a Rear Waistlock on Kaibatsu while doing so. Before he can do anything with it, Akira drives his elbow backwards, slamming it into Magnifico’s temple and loosening his hold on Kaibatsu. Akira breaks free of the Waistlock and rushes across the ring and towards the far ropes as ELM struggles to shake off the surprisingly strong Elbow Strike. Kaibatsu bounces off of said ropes and charges back towards Magnifico, who greets him by leaping into the air and extending his legs, looking to wrap them around Akira’s head for a Hurricanrana! However, Kaibatsu manages to duck beneath Magnifico’s legs and continue running, bouncing off of the ropes behind the luchadore as he lands on his feet in the center of the ring. ELM spins to face Kaibatsu just in time to see Akira lash out with his arm, looking to drive its elbow into Magnifico’s forehead with a Rolling Elbow! Having seen this move more than once before, ELM manages to duck beneath Akira’s arm, spinning behind him and reapplying the Rear Waistlock as he does so! Before Kaibatsu has a chance to escape, Magnifico immediately hoists Akira into the air, looking to drive him into the canvas with s German Suplex! But as soon as his feet leave the ground, Akira suddenly throws his legs backwards, hooking them beneath Magnifico’s arms, and grabs the luchadore by the knees! Kaibatsu then rolls forward, pulling ELM down with him and pinning him to the canvas as the surprised fans cheer happily! The ref quickly slides into position and begins counting, doing so as Magnifico struggles wildly to escape and Akira puts as much weight down on his shoulders as he can. ONE! TWO! No! ELM breaks free at two, instantly silencing much of the live audience. Both men scramble back to their feet and instantly assume ready positions, wanting to be prepared for whatever the other might throw at them. As the fans applaud the quick exchange and the two men, the same smile returns to Magnifico’s face, the luchadore apparently realizing that he’s gonna get a decent match outta this kid. Akira just stares ELM down, not intimidated by the luchadore. “Isn’t it heartwarming to see Magnifico welcome this young man to the SWF?” King earnestly asks. “Allowing Akira to reverse his German Suplex and think he had a chance at victory. It’s generosity and compassion personified, is what it is.” “Akira shows impressive speed and ring presence by avoiding Mag’s Hurricanrana and his German Suplex.” Pete reports, pointedly ignoring King. “But I still don’t think ELM is taking him very seriously, which could be a huge mistake. All it takes is one big move to win this match, and Akira’s quick enough to come out of nowhere with it.” Both men begin to circle each other around the ring once more, doing so as Mr. Kobe shouts a bit of advice from the outside. Akira lunges for Magnifico once more, and this is time is simply clocked in the face by the luchadore mid-lunge. The fans rightly boo the somewhat underhanded move as a stunned Akira backs away from Magnifico and into the ropes. Kaibatsu only has a moment to rest before ELM strides up to him, grabs him by the arm, and whips him across the ring, sending him sprinting towards the far ropes. He bounces off of the ropes and charges back towards the luchadore, who suddenly sidesteps towards Kaibatsu and throws his foot into the air, looking to drive it into Akira’s forehead with a Superkick! However, Kaibatsu manages to stop dead in his tracks and catch ELM’s foot right in front of his face, leaving Magnifico to hop helplessly on one foot as Akira keeps a tight grip on the other one. “Boo! Unsporting!” King suddenly cries. “Release Magnifico’s foot this instant, young man!” Kaibatsu suddenly throws ELM’s foot to one side, spinning him around on the mat three hundred and sixty degrees. When Magnifico faces Akira again, it’s just in time to see Kaibatsu stride towards him and lash out with his elbow! Akira slams his elbow directly into the bridge of ELM’s nose, knocking him to the mat as the delighted fans cheer happily! Magnifico immediately tries to get back to his feet, but Akira grabs him by the arm halfway and pulls him to his feet. Kaibatsu then uses his grip to try and whip ELM, only to have Magnifico reverse it and send Akira rushing towards the far ropes. Kaibatsu bounces off of the ropes and darts back towards ELM, who greets Akira by driving his arm forward, aiming it right at his forehead with a Lariat! However, Kaibatsu manages to duck beneath ELM’s arm and continues to run as Magnifico is carried a step or two forward thanks to the momentum of the missed Lariat. A moment after ducking beneath the Lariat, Akira suddenly leaps into the air, landing feet-first on the middle rope behind Magnifico! Kaibatsu springboards off of the rope and spins around in mid-air just as ELM is turning, lashing out with his foot as he does so! With amazing accuracy, Kaibatsu drives the tip of his foot directly into the side of Magnifico’s head, knocking him to the ground with a Springboard Gamengiri as the impressed crowd releases a mighty pop! Akira falls to the mat and immediately scrambles over to the luchadore, covering him as the ref slides into position and begins counting. ONE! TWO! TH-No! Magnifico kicks out at two and a half, disappointing and silencing the capacity crowd. “Amazing Springboard Gamengiri from Kaibatsu!” Pete exclaims, surprised and impressed at the same time. “Akira caught ELM completely off guard and knocked him right back to the ground!” “Wow, a kick to the head. I know I’m impressed.” King replies, not sounding very sincere. “How can Magnifico possibly contend with the jumping and kicking of a hundred and ninety-five pound kid? He should just forfeit the title now and spare himself the embarassment.” Akira quickly rolls off of the luchadore and pops back to his feet, where he delivers a few quick stomps to Magnifico’s chest before grabbing by the arm and pulling him to his feet. Once ELM is standing, Kaibatsu suddenly rears back, drives his arm forward and... CHOP! *SMACK* “WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” Akira slices into Magnifico’s chest with a surprisingly stiff Knife-Edge Chop, causing the luchadore to turn and stumble into the corner behind him as the fans “whoo” gleefully. Leaning up against the corner, ELM turns back towards Akira, only for Kaibatsu to lash his arm out once more and... CHOP! *SMACK* “WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” Akira lands a second Chop as ELM’s chest grows a bright red and the luchadore shouts in pain. “Now that’s just plain disrespectful.” King grumbles. “I highly doubt that the pioneers of the Knife-Edge Chop ever expected weak charisma-less Cruiserweights to use their noble strike. Ric Flair must be spinning in his grave.” Pete starts to say something, but thinks better of it. Before Magnifico can dwell on his stinging chest for too long, Kaibatsu grabs him by the arm, pulls him out of the corner, and whips the luchadore across the ring, sending him rushing towards the far corner. Before Magnifico even lands in the corner, Akira suddenly breaks into a sprint and dashes across the ring, closing in on the stunned luchadore with terrifying speed! However, ELM manages to dive out of the corner before Kaibatsu can do whatever it is he planned on doing, leaving Akira to unceremoniously crash chest-first into the corner’s top turnbuckle! As the disappointed fans “OHHHH!” as one, Akira stumbles backwards out of the corner, doing so as Magnifico stealthily gets behind him. ELM suddenly thrusts his head beneath Akira’s arm and grabs him by the waist, then uses his grip to hoist Kaibatsu high into the air! Without warning, ELM then twists Akira’s body around and sits out, pulling Kaibatsu down with him and slamming his back into the canvas with La Bomba Fantastica! The annoyed crowd boos heartily as the ref slides into position, beginning his count as ELM press Akira down to the mat. ONE! TWO! TH-No! Akira gets a shoulder up at two and a half, drawing a few hopeful cheers from the capacity crowd. “La Bomba Fantastica executed pefectly by Magnifico!” King declares. “ELM effortlessly takes control of the match and I’d be surprised to see him relinquish it at any point until the inevitable pinfall. Pete, your irrelevant thoughs?” LDP glares at King for a second before responding. “It’s going to be tough for Akira to overcome ELM. I’m not debating that. But it’s ridiculous to think that Kaibatsu is just going to roll over and let Magnifico win this match. All you have to do is see the first couple minutes of this match to see that Akira is more than capable of taking ELM down.” Magnifico throws Akira’s legs to the side, leaving Kaibatsu to flop onto his stomach as the luchadore climbs back to his feet. Upon reaching his feet, ELM delivers a few quick stomps to Kaibatsu’s ribs and back before grabbing Akira by the hair and painfully pulling him to his feet. Once Akira is standing, Magnifico suddenly drives his head forward, slamming it directly into the nearby top turnbuckle! Maintaining his grip, Magnifico repeats the process several times, driving his head into the turnbuckle over and over again as the fans constantly grow louder in their booing. As Kobe shouts and curses at the luchadore in Japanese, Magnifico finally releases Akira’s head, allowing him to fall lifelessly into the corner. ELM looks over Kaibatsu for a moment with a maddening smirk on his face...before suddenly driving his arm forward, slamming it into Akira’s chest with a Knife-Edge Chop! *SMACK* “WHOOOOOOOO!!” Much of the capacity crowd “whoo”s on instinct as Magnifico’s arm cuts into Akira’s chest, causing Kaibatsu to double over and grip his suddenly-stinging chest. Not quite done with him yet, ELM pushes Kaibatsu back into the corner, draws his arm back once more, and... CHOP! *SMACK* “WHOOOOOOOOOO!!” Realizing what they’re doing, the fans immediately boo after their enthusiastic “whoo”, drawing a cheerful grin from the luchadore as he hears the drastic shift in their reaction. “Now THAT’S a Knife-Edge Chop!” King cries. “Magnifico, being the wonderful teacher he is, educates Akira on what an actual Chop should look and feel like.” “King, I think Magnifico’s intention is more to beat the hell out of Akira then teach him how to properly Chop someone.” Pete counters. “Well, that’s good too.” King shrugs. Shortly after landing the second chop, Magnifico pulls Akira out of the corner and whips him across the ring, sending Kaibatsu rushing towards the far corner. ELM runs after a moment later, trailing only a few steps behind Akira as he approaches the corner. ELM is merely a few feet away from Kaibatsu and closing in fast when he crashes back-first into the turnbuckles, but Akira still manages to throw an elbow up in time, driving it into the charging luchadore’s face to the delight of the live audience! A hand on his face, Magnifico turns and stumbles away from the corner, cursing loudly as he does so. Immediately after landing the elbow, Akira hops onto the second turnbuckle behind him. Kaibatsu then leaps off of the turnbuckle and towards the luchadore, wrapping his arms around Magnifico’s head in mid-air! Akira falls and pulls Magnifico violently down to the mat with him, slamming ELM’s face into the canvas with a Flying Bulldog! A mighty cheer rises from the audience as Akira immediately turns Magnifico onto his back and covers him, hooking the luchadore’s leg as the ref slides into position and begins counting. ONE! TWO! TH-No! ELM gets a shoulder up at two and a half. On the outside, Mr. Kobe claps and shouts a few words of encouragement, momentarily pleased at his ward’s performance. “Beautiful Flying Bulldog from Akira Kaibatsu!” Pete enthusiastically reports. “Akira takes advantage of Magnifico’s overconfidence and turns his blind charge against him.” “For Christ’s sake, Pete, try to show a little objectivity.” King moans. “Do we really need a commentator constantly pulling for one of the wrestlers and not the other?” “…no, we certainly don’t.” Pete thoughtfully replies, smiling as he does so. King raises an eyebrow at LDP’s response, but doesn’t say anything further. Akira rolls off of Magnifico and grabs him by the arm, using his grip to pull the luchadore to his feet as he stands. The second ELM’s standing, Kaibatsu suddenly lashes out with his arm, driving it deep into the luchadore’s chest! CHOP! *SMACK* “WHOOOOOOOOOOO!!” Magnifico is knocked backwards by the force of the Knife-Edge Chop and into the ropes directly behind him. Not allowing the luchadore to rest for a second, Akira immediately grabs him by the arm again, pulls him off the ropes, and attempts to whip him across the ring. However, that plan is foiled when ELM reverses the whip and suddenly jerks Akira back towards him, driving his free arm forward as he does so and slamming it into Kaibatsu’s neck with a Short-Arm Lariat! The fans release a surprised and disappointed “OHHHH!” as Akira is knocked violently to the mat, taken off guard by the strength and speed of the Lariat. “Well, looks like Magnifico’s done playing with this kid.” King shrugs. “I wish ELM would humor Akira for a little longer, though. I’m sure the rookie could use the boost in confidence.” Akira tries to scramble back to his feet after the Lariat, only to have the luchadore deliver a quick kick to his ribs that immediately knocks Kaibatsu back down to the canvas. Undeterred, Akira tries once more to get back to his feet, and this time is grabbed by the hair and painfully pulled to his feet by the amused luchadore. Once Kaibatsu is standing, ELM suddenly and unexpectedly levels him with a quick European Uppercut, sending Akira stumbling backwards into the nearby corner as the live audience boos vigorously. Magnifico delivers a few quick kicks to Akira’s gut before grabbing Kaibatsu by the waist, hoisting him into the air, and sitting him on the top turnbuckle. Anticipatory boos already raining in from every part of the arena, ELM reaches up and delivers a few curt punches to Akira’s chin before climbing up after him. Once Magnifico’s on the top turnbuckle, he grabs Akira by the hair and stands him up, careful to keep both his own and Kaibatsu’s balance. ELM then sticks his head beneath Kaibatsu’s arm and hooks Akira under the other armpit, setting him up for a Rio Grande Slam on the top rope. “Damn, I knew Magnifico was tired of fighting this kid, but I didn’t think he’d finish it this quickly.” King gleefully confesses. “Well, let’s hope Kaibatsu took a valuable lesson away from this match, that lesson of course being-“ “He hasn’t even landed the damn move yet, you infuriating bastard!” Pete suddenly snaps, having had enough of King’s nonsense for one night. “Well, I never!” King gasps, offended. The fans viciously boo and taunt the luchadore as he holds Akira in that position, trying to prevent Magnifico from landing the Super Sambo Suplex through sheer force of will. Fortunately, Akira’s willing to help the cause as well, as he slams the elbow of the arm over Magnifico’s shoulder into the side of ELM’s head, drawing a raucous cheer from the delighted audience as he does so! Stunned, ELM has little recourse when Akira slams the elbow over and over again into Magnifico’s head, determined to break his grip! After landing five stiff blows, Kaibatsu simply places his hands on ELM’s chest and shoves him off of the turnbuckle, causing the luchadore to fly from the top rope and crash violently and back-first into the unforgiving canvas! The entire ring shakes with the impact, but it can barely be heard over the jubilant cheers of the live audience. After shoving Magnifico off of the turnbuckle, Akira takes a moment to regain his balance before turning around on the top rope so that he’s facing the audience and his back is facing the luchadore. Kaibatsu then leaps backwards, crashing back-first towards the luchadore with terrifying speed, looking to slam his entire body into Magnifico’s with a Top Rope Senton Bomb! Akira is bathed in flashbulb light during his descent, but the picture-taking immediately stops when ELM rolls out of the way right before impact, leaving Kaibatsu to unceremoniously smash back-first into the canvas as the fans release a crestfallen “OHHHH!” Akira cries out and arches his back in pain upon impact, while Magnifico lays on his stomach a few feet away, motionless since having avoided the Top Rope Senton. “No! Akira goes for the Top Rope Senton Bomb, but Magnifico manages to roll out of the way just in time!” Pete reports. “ELM would have been in serious trouble had Akira landed that move!” “Yeah, ‘cause there’s nothing like falling on a guy to keep him down for the three count.” King responds, rolling his eyes. “Magnifico might have felt a slight twinge of pain upon impact, but I’m confident he would have quickly laughed it off and pinned Akira shortly afterwards.” Both men lay motionless on the canvas for several moments, each of them shaking off the impact of their falls from the top rope. Magnifico’s was earlier and slightly less violent, however, and he begins pushing himself to his feet first. Akira joins in a few seconds afterwards, reaching his hands and knees as the luchadore reaches his feet. Kaibatsu pushes himself to his feet a moment later, only to have ELM blast him in the face with an unexpected kick that immediately and violently knocks him back down to the canvas! The disgust the crowd vocalizes is palpable as the scowling luchadore begins to viciously kick away at Akira’s ribs and gut, keeping Kaibatsu down on the mat as an infuriated Mr. Kobe curses Magnifico out from the outside. “Magnifico seems to be furious that Akira would even dare to be so bold as to make a contest out of this.” LDP scoffs. “But if Kaibatsu can take advantage of his anger and overconfidence, he’ll give ELM something to really be furious about.” ELM abruptly stops his kicks and grabs Kaibatsu by his arm, gruflly pulling him to his feet before using the grip to try and whip Akira across the ring. However, Kaibatsu manages to reverse it, sending Magnifico rushing towards the far ropes. ELM bounces off of said ropes and charges back towards Akira, who steps forward, grabs Magnifico under the arm, and throws him into the air! ARMDRAG! ELM crashes into the canvas as the fans cheer for the unexpected move from Akira. Magnifico immediately scrambles back to his feet and charges at Kaibatsu again, only to have Akira grab him beneath the arm once more and... ARMDRAG~! Sensing a comeback of massive proportions, the fans only grow louder and more raucous in their cheering as an incensed Magnifico is taken to the mat once more! He’s a little slower on the rise this time, but ELM scrambles back to his feet once more, and this time Akira simply slams his knee into the luchadore’s gut, doubling him over in the center of the ring! Moving quickly, Kaibatsu pulls ELM into a Front Head Scissors, hooks both of his arms, and then hoists the luchadore into the air so that he’s completely perpendicular to the mat! The pop the fans release is massive as Akira sits out, pulling ELM down as he does so and slamming his face into the canvas with It Came From Sendai! Magnifico flops lifelessly to the mat and Akira falls right next to him as an overexcited Mr. Kobe loudly and angrily implores him to make the cover! “It Came From Sendai!” Pete excitedly cries. “Kaibatsu lands his Underhook Face First Piledriver and might be mere moments away from winning this match.” “Ya see? This is what happens when rookies don’t know when to quit!” King snaps, annoyed. “Now Magnifico’s going to have to no-sell this move and just flat-out embarass Kaibatsu because he didn’t wanna play ball.” Spurred on by the raucous, deafening cheers of the live crowd, Kaibatsu slowly rolls towards Magnifico and grabs him by the shoulder. As Mr. Kobe jumps up and down on the outside, unable to contain himself, Akira turns the luchadore onto his back and makes the cover! The ref slides into position and begins his count, the entire crowd counting along with him. ONNNNNNNEEE!! TWWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! THRRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNOOOOOO!! “OHHHHHHHHHH!!” Magnifico gets a shoulder up mere milliseconds before the three count, quickly sobering everyone in attendance. Mr. Kobe slaps the mat and curses in Japanese as Akira rolls off of Magnifico and onto his back, his chest heaving as he stares blankly up at the lights. King shakes his head disapprovingly. “What’d I tell ya? Rookies these days have no respect. Akira even had the audacity to try and get a pinfall just now. The nerve.” After a few moments rest, Kaibatsu turns onto his stomach and begins pushing himself to his feet, leaving Magnifico laying motionless beneath him. When Akira stands, he grabs ELM by the arm and pulls him to his feet, receiving no help from the languid luchadore. The seconds Magnifico’s on his feet, Kaibatsu pulls him into a Front Headlock and then hoists him into the air, holding ELM perpendicular to the mat in anticpation of a Stalling Brainbuster! However, Akira holds him just a second too long, as Magnifico manages to wriggle out of his grip, landing on his feet behind Kaibatsu and facing the same direction as him! ELM immediately pulls Akira into a Rear Waistlock and hoists him into the air, before throwing Kaibatsu backwards with a Release German Suplex! However, Akira manages to flip out of the Suplex, landing on his feet behind the luchadore as the delighted fans cheer as one! Somewhat disconcerted by the crowd’s reaction, Magnifico gets back to his feet, slowly turns around...and sees Akira spinning towards him with his elbow extended, looking to slam it directly into ELM’s face! However, Magnifico just manages to duck beneath the Rolling Elbow, Akira’s arm grazing the top of his scalp as the disappointed fans “OHHHH!” as one. Kaibatsu’s momentum carries him forward a step, giving Magnifico time to turn towards Akira and get himself ready. When Akira turns back towards ELM, the luchadore immediately grabs him by the waist and beneath the arm and hoists him into the air, as if for a Scoop Slam! The crowd knows better, though, and immediately begins to boo in anticipation of La Dia de los Muertos! However, Akira manages to escape ELM’s grip, sliding down the luchadore’s back as the fans cheer for the timely escape! As Kaibatsu slides, he wraps his arm around Magnifico’s head, tightening the grip as he reaches his feet and applying a Dragon Sleeper to the delight of the live audience! “Damn it, this is getting ridiculous.” King grumbles. “Does anyone around here speak Japanese? Akira’s obviously missed something in the translation of the SWF Handbook “Akira escapes La Dia de los Muertos, reversing it into a Dragon Sleeper!” Pete excitedly reports, ignoring King as he does so. “With Magnifico in this position, Akira has the opportunity to turn it into the Kaibatsu Drop!” It’s an opportunity that Kaibatsu takes advantage of, as after a few seconds of wrenching away on ELM’s neck he suddenly leaps into the air, flipping over the luchadore as the crowd roars in anticipation! However, the second Akira is in front of Magnifico, he suddenly throws his knee forward, slamming it into Kaibatsu’s back before he can pull ELM into the Stunner portion of the drop! Akira arches his back and cries out in pain as the surprised and disappointed crowd releases a resounding “OHHHH!” They become more disappointed a moment later when Magnifico spins around, hooks both of Akira’s arms, and begins running towards the nearby corner with Kaibatsu in tow! “No! No!” LDP cries. “ELM reverses the Kaibatsu Drop and is going for the Baja California Crusher! If he hits this, Akira might be done for good!” “Might? More like will.” King counters. “Akira is no Danny Williams, who isn’t a big deal to begin with. Magnifico will land this and we’ll all go home happy. Except for you and the fans, of course.” The panicking fans boo and shout as loud as they know how, doing their best to try and foul up Magnifico’s attempt at the Crusher. ELM’s undeterred by the noise, however, as he manages to run up the turnbuckles, flip off the top one and over Kaibatsu, and land on his knees, pulling Akira down with him and driving his face into the mat with the Baja California Crusher! ELM remains on his knees and looks down on Akira, an almost proud smile painted across his face as a distressed Mr. Kobe looks on helplessly from the outside. Slowly, deliberately, Magnifico turns Akira onto his back and pins him, hooking the leg as the irritated fans maintain their ridiculous level of volume. The ref slides into position and begins counting, do so as Mr. Kobe shouts at Akira to kick out. ONE! TWO! THHHHHRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEE!! DING DING DING “Your winner, and STILL, SWF World Heavyweight Champion...” Funyon dutifullly announces. “EL LUCHADOOOOOOOORRRREEE MAGNIFICOOOOOOOOOO!!” ELM rolls off of Akira and quickly pushes himself to his knees. He looks down on Kaibatsu, the same unsettling smile on his face. Slowly, almost tenderly, he strokes the top of Akira’s head, Kaibatsu remaining motionless as he does so. Having seen enough, Mr. Kobe rolls into the ring and gets between Magnifico and Akira, cursing the luchadore out and telling him to get out of here. His expression unchanging, Magnifico slowly rises to his feet, keeping his eyes locked on Mr. Kobe’s. He finally breaks his gaze when the ref hands him the title, exiting the ring as Mr. Kobe keeps himself between Magnifico and Akira. Once ELM is on his way up the ramp, Mr. Kobe drops to his knees and begins to examine Akira, wanting to make sure his student hasn’t suffered any irreprable damage. “Looks like ELM was gonna do just like he said.” King declares, smiling. “He’s shown Akira the strength of a man who fights for himself and no one else. Having learned this lesson, I believe Kaibatsu will quickly realize his potential and maybe even be a match for Magnifico next time.” “How generous of you to say that.” Pete replies, rolling his eyes. “Akira was really close to hitting the Kaibatsu Drop and taking this match, but Magnifico just managed to reverse it and take the contest. Akira has shown himself tonight to be one of the brightest young stars in the SWF. I feel confident in saying that we’re looking at a future World Champion.” “Thanks to Magnifico’s benevolent influence.” King adds. “If you ask me – " “Which no one is doing, so shut up.” Pete interrupts. “We’ve had an amazing show here tonight, but I’m afraid we’re out of time. Good night, everyone! Tune into Smarkdown!” The final image broadcasted is El Luchadore Magnifico, turning back towards the ring with an unsettling grin on his face... FADE OUT

The Smartmarks Wrestling Federation presents... SWF FAMILY FRIENDLY LOCKDOWN! LIVE, WEDNESDAY SEPTEMBER 28th, FROM THE BURLINGTON MEMORIAL AUDITORIUM IN BURLINGTON, VERMONT! (5PM PST, 8PM EST; check local listings) ** Family Friendly rules are in effect! -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- THE MAIN EVENT - SWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH El Luchadore Magnifico © vs. "The Divine Wind" Akira Kaibatsu --- Oh damn. Akira could be pulling a Zyon. In his first match in the fed, he took down a veteran in Manson and not quite a veteran but still quite awesome Devon Walters in a Number One Contender's Match - this kid could be going places. If Magnifico has his way, though, the only place Akira will be going to is PAINSVILLE! ... I am so sorry for that... Anyway, Magnifico won his 4th World Title at Genesis VI, in one of the finest matches of his career - even with a newcomer like Akira, I doubt he'll be slacking off. Will the rookie pull off the upset of the century, or will Magnifico's hot streak continue? -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- SWF CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP JJ Johnson © vs. Zyon -- Iiiinteresting... JJ and Zyon have tangled a number of times, yet JJ cannot claim to have personally pinned the Unique Youth once. Now that his Cruiserweight Title is on the line, such occurences simply will not do. Will the fourth time be the charm for Johnson, or will the Unique Youth prove once again that the phrase "Pulling a Zyon" is totally deserved? -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- The Nightmare Express (Bruce Blank and Marcus Ward) vs. Jay Hawke and Landon "La Cucaracha" Maddix -- We needs us some Tag Title Contenders! Apart, Bruce Blank and Marcus Ward have had mixed success, but together, they had an impressive victory over TKO. This victory, along with their declaration on Storm, has earned CC's attention. Tonight, they face the recently allied Landon Maddix and Jay Hawke, who might have visions of Tag Gold dancing in their heads as well... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- The Crimson Skull vs. Devon Walters -- Because, that's why. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Manson vs. KOJI Kitano -- Icky. Manson's not doing so well as of late. At Genesis VI, he had the chance to earn a World Title shot, but fell short to the newcomer, Akira Kaibatsu - will this loss light a fire under his ass, and propel him into an amazing winning streak of like eight billion straight victories? Or will it be a weight around his neck, dragging him further down into his slump? -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- OPENING BOUT Jimmy the Doom vs. "Big Country" Martin Hunt -- This should be interesting, to say the least. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

“… Yeah… Alright… Goodbye.” *CLICK* Johnny Dangerous closes his cell phone and turns to face an anxious Wildchild. “Well?” Johnny shakes his head. “We can’t get on. Not even a dark match.” “What?” exclaims Wildchild. “We can’t even get a dark match?” “Apparently not,” shrugs Johnny. “Until our next title defense, we’re not to get any ring time, while the suits decide how they’re going to deal with the recent fan backlash.” “You know, you’re de reason for dis fan reaction,” scolds Wildchild. “If it weren’t for you wresslin’ dirty, de fans wouldn’ have a reason to be booin’ us!” The Barracuda rolls his eyes in response. “Nic, haven’t you figured out by now that the fans are fickle as hell?” “Speak for yourself!” replies Wildchild emphatically. “Dey’ve never been fickle wit’ me before. I’ve always had a good relationship wit’ de fans… in fact, de only time dat de fans have ever booed me before… is because of you!” “Me?” “Dat’s right,” replies Wildchild, “you. You’re de one dat accused me of dealin’ drugs, an’ turning all de fans an’ everybody else against me. An’ wit de way you’ve been actin’ lately, I sometimes don’ know why I let you talk me into teamin’ wit’ you again in de first place!” “Because ever since you came to your senses and begged me to take you back,” replies Johnny, growing irritated as he pats his share of the Tag Team Championship, “we’ve won these four times!” “Begged you?” screeches Wildchild. “Give me a break! You’re de one dat asked me for help against Justice an’ Rule; I would have been content at dat point t’have never worked wit’ you again, an’ de more time I spent around you, de more I start t’wish dat I hadn’t made de mistake of getting’ back wit’ you!” Johnny again rolls his eyes. “Please; I made you what you are today; without me, you’re just the most popular jobber in the SWF…” *SMACK!* Johnny’s head snaps to the side as Wildchild slaps him fiercely across the face. “Don’ ever disrespect me again, an’ don’ belittle my contributions t’dis team! How many times have I had t’defend dese belts wit’out you, while you were off chasin’ de Worl’ Title? How ‘bout when you got suspended in your first two weeks in de fed, an’ I had t’take a beating in a cage from Jamie Drazon, just so dat you could get back in? You wouldn’ HAVE a career if it wasn’ for me!” “First of all,” replies Johnny, straightening his shirt out, “If you ever slap me again, I’ll make you wish you were never born… Secondly, yeah, you may have gotten lucky a couple of times, but don’t deceive yourself; I’m the talent of this team; there’s a reason why your singles career peaked with the Cruiserweight Title, and I’ve held every belt worth having in this company!” “Yeah, dat’s why everybody talks about all de great title defenses dat you had at Worl’ Champion… oh, wait… dat wasn’t you…” *SMACK!* “Shut your mouth, kid!” growls Johnny. “You’d better recognize who you’re talking to!” “Yeah, I know who I’m talkin’ to,” replies Wildchild. “De only guy in de SWF t’ever choke de Worl’ Title twice!” Johnny lashes out to slap Wildchild with his right hand, but Wildchild blocks with his left arm. The Bahama Bomber then tries to slap Johnny a second time, only to get blocked by the Barracuda! The two lock up and begin to throw each other against the lockers, until Wildchild is finally able to break free. “Dis is ridiculous!” screams Wildchild, running a hand through his tousled hair. “What are we fighting for? Dis whole situation wit’ de suits freezing us out is making us crazy!” “Heh… you might have a point,” says Johnny, breathing heavily. “So, what do you suppose we do about it?” “Look,” says Wildchild, “de Executive Committee says dat we can’t get ring time unless we’re defending de titles, right? So, I’m gon’ go an ask for a title match on Smarkdown!” “Wait, wait, wait,” says Johnny, holding his hands up. “Just a minute; defend the titles? Against whom?” “What difference does it make?” asks Wildchild. “De fans are against us ‘cause dey feel like we don’ deserve t’still be de Champions… do only way t’prove dem wrong is by putting de belts on de line, an’ beatin’ people!” “Look,” replies Johnny, “these belts are half mine; just don’t be cavalier with who you ask for a match against, is all I’m saying.” “What’s de matter?” asks Wildchild challengingly. “Dere isn’ any team dat you’re afraid of facin’, is dere?” “Afraid? Me? Please!” snaps Johnny. “Okay, fine; you want to defend the titles so bad, go ahead and ask for the match. You just better be able to hold up your end!” “Don’ worry about me,” replies Wildchild, as he walks out of the locker room. “You jus’ show up for a change!”

JJ Johnson vs. Zyon will not be seen tonight. Plane delays and whatnot.

Pete: "Alright, tag team action coming up next on Lockdown. We've got the newly formed team of The Nightmare Express..." King: "Good..." Pete: "...taking on the team of the International Champion, Jay Hawke..." King: "...very good..." Pete: "...and his recent acquaintance, Landon 'La Cucaracha' Maddix!" King: "...damnit, I knew there'd be a catch." Pete: "All four men in this match are coming off of gruelling matches at Genesis VI, with differing fortunes. Jay Hawke and Bruce Blank both regained their respective singles titles, while Landon Maddix and Marcus Ward ended up on the losing end of their matches. So there's no real momentum on either side. But when you focus on the teams as teams, The Nightmare Express of course hold a victory over TKO. While their opponents, Cucaracha Internacional, lost their only tag team match to date, again against TKO. Will that factor into tonight or not? We'll find out in a matter of moments." With the intro over, the camera cuts to the ring and to Funyon, wearing a nametag telling everyone that 'MY NAM3 1S FUNY0N' [sic] which he doesn't seem best pleased with. Funyon: "Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Inroducing first, team number one. At a total combined weight of FIVE hundred, fourty four pounds...the team of "The Mastermind" Marcus Ward and the SWF Hardcore Gamers Champion, Bruce Blank... TTHHHEEE NNIIIIIGGGGHHHHTTMMMAAAAAAARRREEEE... EEEXXXXPPPRRREEEEEEESSSSSSS!!!" *BOOOOOOOM!" "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" The crowd in the Burlington Memorial Auditorium are awoken by blue pyro erupting from each ring post, the arena lights immediately dropping out as "Reign of Terror" by Stratovarius hits. Boos are ringing out for the SWF's newest tag team combination, before they even make it through the curtain... "TERROR TERROR, EVERYWHERE!!!" ...and when they finally do, there's no let up. The NMX walk through the curtains and punch fists before charging down the ramp. Since too much pyrotechnicness risks making little brats cry, there's no more fireworks to accompany them, just the flickering lights that flash on and off in time with the beat of the music. Wars reaches the ring first and enters, standing in the centre of the ring and placing his index finger to his temple with a beaming smile. Meanwhile, Blank is caught up in the aisleway challenging a group of three 8 year olds to engage in fisticuffs. Luckily for the kids, security steps in and moves them back, allowing Blank to walk off claiming victory. Pete: "Well, they've got a name, they've got music, they've got a little cosmetic co-ordination going on...they certainly have the makings of an effective team." King: "Anything's better than the current alternative." Blank finally enters the ring and begins discussing strategy with his tag partner, who seems to be directing the talk. "PREPARE...FOR...LANDON!" ...WAAAAAHHHHH... *DUM DUM* "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" The soft guitar intro to Incubus' "Megalomaniac" hits and suddenly The Nightmare Express seem oh so much more appealing to the fans, given that the alternative is Landon Maddix bursting through the curtains. Followed by the International Champion, Jay Hawke, Maddix holds his arms to the side and soaks up the boos of the fans. Not with glee. More with just to let them know he's not bothered. Funyon: "And, their opponents. At a total combined weight of four hundred, thirty seven pounds... Landon "La Cucaracha" Maddix and the SWF International Champion, "The Dean Of Professional Wrestling" Jay Hawke... and they represent... CCUUUUUCCAAAARRRAAAAACCHHHHHAAAA... IIIINNTTEEEERRRRNNAAAATTIIIIOOOONNAAAAALLLLLLL!!!!" "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Maddix jogs up the steps and vaults into the ring, while Jay calls over a ring attendant to take his robe from him. Teaching kids one important life lesson: Women will clean up after you if you tell them to. Hawke then enters the ring, the two members of Cucaracha International abruptly realising just what a height and size dis-advantage they're under. Pete: "I must say, it's refreshing to see tag team action between two actual tag teams here on Storm." King: "Argueable." Pete: "How is it arguable King? What about the competition? The intrigue?" King: "The fact Landon Maddix is involved?" Pete: "Oh, well would you be happier if the show was only populated by your favourites." King: "Now that you mention it, I wou..." *BOOOOOOOOOM!* King: "...the heck!?!" A massive blast of pyro suddenly hits, to the confusion of Cucaracha Internacional and questions of 'well, where the hell was OUR pyro' from The Nightmare Express...as suddenly, "Superstar" by Saliva begins to blast through the arena. The fans know what's happening and pop. Maddix knows what's happening too and proceeds to go nuts, as the newly returned Max King emerges through the entranceway! Seeing his hated rival, Maddix leans over the ropes ready to hurl some abuse at him...before noticing the steel chair in King's hand and promptly going conveniently coy. Pete: "The King is here!" King: "This isn't good...unless, like me, you hate Landon Maddix, in which case it's friggin' awesome!" Maddix needn't worry too much though, as rather than storm the ring, Max stops halfway down the ramp and sets himself down on the chair. Soon after, Kelly Connelly appears and sits herself down in her man's lap, the duo snaring themselves a makeshift ringside seat. The Nightmare Express, confused by Max King's presence in the rampway, try to regain their focus. Meanwhile Hawke is trying to do the same with Maddix, holding him back from going after Max in the aisleway. Maddix is clearly distracted though and continues to glance repeatedly out at King while Soapdish calls the teams in for the opening handshake. Begrudgingly, Hawke and Marcus slap hands before Blank does the same with the International Champion. In which time, Maddix has left the ring and stands on the apron, daring Max to 'come get some'. Hawke turns away to try and get Maddix to go through pre-match formalities...but as he does, Bruce Blank decides one handshake is enough and clubs down Hawke from behind! *DINGDINGDING!* The bell rings, finally getting Maddix's attention. But it's too late now, as Hawke is forced to start the match with Blank, on the mat and getting the bejeezus stomped out of him! Pete: "The Hardcore Champion on the attack, but he might have made a big mistake. That might be a fine for Blank because there was no handshake!" King: "Yes there was." Pete: "Not with Maddix!" King: "Yeah, but he doesn't really matter." Blank continues to stomp away on Hawke, who scrambles towards the ropes under the barrage. Wisely, The International Champion grabs the bottom rope immediately which forces Soapdish to call a break, which Blank eventually gives. As he does, Hawke rolls out of the ring to gather his thoughts, while Maddix quickly enters the ring and tries to catch Blank unawares. Blank sees him coming though and sledges him down with a back elbow. Quickly Hawke slides back in and tries to ambush Blank as well. But he too goes flying, courtesy of a back elbow. Blank then reaches down and grabs Hawke behind the head, dragging him over to the Nightmare Express corner and holds him up against the turnbuckles while Marcus Ward tags himself in. Stepping in, Ward fires a kick into the exposed gut of Hawke. Ward then drags Hawke out of the corner, taking him over with a crisp vertical suplex straight into a lateral press... ONE! TW... Hawke quickly kicks out. Ward isn't concerned though, placing both hands on Hawke's chest and pressing him down to the mat with impressive strength. Raising a leg, Ward grits his teeth in preparation before driving his weak knee into Hawke's sternum...once, twice and three times. Once Hawke is suitably winded, Ward backs up and prepares to say something to Maddix. Which would be pretty pointless, as Maddix isn't even facing the ring, standing on the apron in a heated rant towards the smirking King and Connelly. King: "How would you like that guy for a partner, Pete? He's not even paying attention to the match, too busy yelling at people watching the match...and let's face it, you go near anything resembling 'his woman' and you're stuck fighting him for the rest of the year." Shrugging his shoulders, Ward decides to go back after Hawke. The Dean has pulled himself back to his feet, but before he can go after Ward, The Mastermind has rushed over and intercepts Hawke with a shoulder thrust to the gut. Hawke doubles over slightly, while Ward remains crouched, wrapping his arms around Hawke's waist and applying a Bearhug! Quickly Hawke cries out in pain, finally getting Maddix to pay attention to the match in the process. "BOR - ING!" "BOR - ING!" "BOR - ING!" Pete: "Charlie Matthews, where-for-art-thou?" Ward clamps away with the Bearhug again, but being beneath Hawke allows a front facelock to be applied. Another tightening off the Bearhug breaks that though, referee Soapdish now in vicinity to check for a submission. Hawke gives a firm 'NO', but suddenly finds himself picked off the canvas in the Bearhug. Ward now has more leverage with the hold and Hawke cries out in pain again. But Jay manages to block out the pain momentarily, long enough to fire both arms together. *SMACK!* An ear-clap leaves Ward's ears ringing and with his equilibrium shaken, he stumbles a couple of steps to the side. The Mastermind continues to hang onto the Bearhug though. *SMACK!* So Hawke rocks him with a second ear-clap, finally breaking himself free from Ward's grip. Ward tries to shake his head back into synch while Hawke drops back to his feet. But the Bearhug has done his job and worn down Hawke early, giving Ward the vital couple of seconds to recover and headbutt Hawke in the stomach. And again. Hawke doubles over, as Ward places a hand on each side of Hawke's waist and manages to lift his 215 pounds off the canvas, headbutting him in the sternum before dropping him back to his feet. Pete: "That's just brute strength right there." King: "He calls it the Lung Basher and I doubt Jay Hawke would disagree right now." Max and Kelly watch on intently from the rampway, as Ward places his hands underneath Hawke's ribs again and lifts him into a second, sternum crushing headbutt. As he's dropped back to his feet, Hawke slumps breathlessly into Ward, who fires his forearm into the gut for good measure. Hawke is breathing heavily, just minutes into the match, giving Ward chance to turn to the crowd and let them know... "I'M IN TOTAL CONTROL!!" "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Smirking, Ward then sets again, stooping low and lifting Hawke up...but with enough momentum for Hawke to float all the way over the top, taking Ward over with a sunset flip... ONE! TW... Ward kicks out and scrambles to his feet, beating Hawke up and beating him to the proverbial punch, with a knee to the gut. Pete: "Man, Marcus Ward almost got shocked there. I guess he wasn't in as much control as he thought!" The International Champion splutters and wheezes, Maddix rolling his eyes as Ward tags Bruce Blank back into the match. Blank enters the ring quickly and shows all the finesse of a crazed, drunk hobo as he lays into the kneeling Hawke with clubbing overhand forearms. Once Hawke is laid flat on the mat, Blank finally halts his attack. Only momentarily though, pulling Hawke up to his hands and knees...before beating the living crap out of Hawke's spine and kidneys again! The crowd are kinda warming to the Dirty Tornado Trailer Park's favourite son, or rather his brutality, as Blank backs off and measures Hawke with a hard stomp to the spine. Followed up by a second stomp. Blank backs up again, preparing for a third...but he fakes out the International Champion, running over him and charging Maddix off the apron and to the floor! Hawke continues writhing in pain for a moment, before Blank returns and pulls Hawke off the mat effortlessly. Taking Hawke's head, Blank mutters something about 'shrimp' or possibly 'you shrimp' while Marcus Ward lifts his leg over the top rope, his foot used by Bruce to bounce Jay's head off. Ward then tags in, stepping into the ring while Blank picks up Hawke. Pete: "Another quick tag by The Nightmare Express and they're showing signs of finely tuned teamwork early in this match." King: "Very true. Made easier by the fact Hawke has an incompetent boob as a partner." Blank brings Hawke to his feet and drops him into a pendulum backbreaker. He holds onto Hawke on impact though, leaving him hanging over the knee while Marcus Ward hoists himself to the middle rope. Landon Maddix probably has time to save his partner. But again, he's not paying attention to the match, instead to Max King...which allows Ward time to walk a step across the rope and drop down with an elbow across Hawke's sternum! Hawke flips backwards off of Blank's knee and eventually rolls on his back, allowing Ward to make a pin... ONE! TWO! Hawke rolls his shoulder. Pete: "The Nightmare Express with The Nightmare Drop, unable to get the win early on. But it may be just a matter of time, because Jay has nobody to tag and even if he does, his partner has completely lost his concentration!" "KING!" "KING!" "KING!" The crowd down the aisleway begin to chant for Max King, giving The Suicide King brief, false hope that he's just been misunderstood all these years. Meanwhile, Maddix has climbed back to the apron and is finally rooting for his tag partner. Ward has said tag partner on his feet again though, driving a knee to the gut. He follows that up with a forearm, and a second, backing Hawke into the ropes and allowing Ward to whip him across the ring. Rebounding off the ropes, Hawke ducks underneath a clothesline attempt. Back comes Hawke again and this time he gets caught, Ward grabbing him at the side and executing the tilt-a-whirl...but as Hawke gets over Ward's shoulder, he manages to slide down the back of The Mastermind and lunge low, chopblocking out Ward's knee!! Pete: "Great move by Hawke, going after the well documented bad knees of Marcus Ward!" King: "That's why Jay Hawke is the International Champion Drain-Clogger. He's a thinking man's wrestler. One to be proud of. It's just a shame he fell in with the wrong crowd...*sighs*..." Rolling away from the toppled Ward, Hawke crawls on hands and knees to his corner and finally, Maddix is in a position to tag in. Which he gladly does. As soon as he enters the ring though, Maddix turns back around to Max King and tells him to 'watch this'. King suddenly stands up and the crowd cheer, expecting him to go to the ring, but he doesn't. Instead, he watches on, as Maddix completely ignores Ward's injured knee, instead leaping onto Ward's chest with a double stomp, falling straight out with a back senton to follow up. Maddix then makes the cover, all the while staring at King... ONE! TWO! Kickout! Jumping back up, Maddix measures Ward and boots him in the head. And again. But suddenly, Hawke yells over at Maddix to "GO AFTER THE KNEE!" from the apron...which Maddix does, picking up Ward's right leg and throwing it to the left and to the canvas. Ward sits up and clutches his knee in pain, as Maddix grabs the leg and slams it to the mat again. King: "You know, it's lucky one of the team has some brains, otherwise Maddix would have no idea that bad knees don't get worse by kicking someone in the head." Pete: "Well, that's not Maddix's game, technical wrestling. Never has been. But maybe with Jay Hawke as his partner, the technical aspects will gradually rub off on him." King: "What worries me is Maddix's tactics rubbing off on Jay." Pete: "Now come on, Jay Hawke is hardly above cheating, he's proven that before." With Ward grimacing in pain, Maddix finally seems to have gotten the message and continues to work on the knee, stomping Ward's flattened leg into the mat. Ward tries to crawl his way to his corner in the midst of all this, but Maddix just about stops him by holding onto the leg. For a few seconds, before Ward's power shows and he starts dragging Maddix with him! So Maddix decides to boot Ward in the head to stop him, turning to Blank as he does so and smirking... "NOW, I'M IN TOTAL CONTROL!" "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" The crowd jeer Maddix, who has succeeded in igniting Bruce Blank's short fuse and luring him into the ring. Nicky Soapdish just about keeps Blank at bay, but the distraction has allowed Jay Hawke to sneak into the ring. And quickly he grabs Ward's knee, locking it in a 'front shinlock' and dropping back with a KneeDDT, jarring the knee and leaving Ward writhing in pain. Pete: "See!" King: "Well, that's clearly that damn Maddix's influence. Poor Jay never cheated before he came along." Pete: "Oh please." Hawke rolls out of the ring before he can be detected by Soapdish, finally ejecting Blank and turning around to see an innocent looking Maddix standing over Ward. Pete: “And referee Nick Soapdish didn’t see the double teaming!” King: “And normally I’d probably make the comment that he ignored the Nightmare Express double teaming earlier, but it’s just Landon Maddix taking advantage of it, so… BOOOOOOOOOO!” Landon Maddix grabs Ward’s leg again and looks down the aisle briefly, pointing at Max King before driving the knee into the side of Ward’s knee. Maddix maintains the hold, bending the leg in an awkward position. However, he’s clearly still not comfortable trying to play a technical wrestling game, so he releases the hold and drags Marcus over toward the corner. Pete: “Maddix reaching out…and there’s the tag to Jay Hawke.” King: “And he’s a sweetheart, isn’t he? Never mind that Hawke got beat on nonstop for about eight minutes or so, let’s tag him in right away.” Pete: “Hawke’s been on the apron a couple of minutes. He got a breather.” King: “But how good a breather? Ward simply beat on his ribs for six minutes straight!” Landon holds the leg for Hawke, who enters the ring and climbs up to the middle rope. From there he leaps, dropping a leg across the already-injured knee. Maddix immediately leaves the ring before Soapdish can finish his disqualification count, and Hawke immediately drops a series of elbows to Ward’s knee before Marcus can even say “Ow, that leg drop hurt.” Pete: “And some solid teamwork from Hawke and Maddix there. Either one of these two teams could give Wild and Dangerous a run for their money before it’s all over.” King: “If it was JJ Johnson and Jay Hawke teaming up, I’d agree with you, but I can’t see a tag team with Landon Maddix in it accomplishing anything.” Pete: “What about Martial Law?” King: “Even a blind squirrel gets lucky and finds an acorn once in a while.” In an attempt to reach his partner, Ward rolls onto his stomach and begins to crawl to the corner. Jay Hawke refuses to let him get very far though, dropping an elbow to the back of the head and dragging Ward as far away from the corner as he can get. He then wastes no time, tying Ward’s injured leg up with his own leg and reaching forward, pulling backwards on a cross facelock. Pete: “STF! Jay Hawke has the STF locked in here!” King: “And with the damage Hawke has done to that knee, we might get a submission out of this one!” Beads of sweat pour off of Ward’s forehead as he struggles to fight the pain of the hold. Sensing the submission is only moments away, Hawke tightens his grip on the hold, pulling the Mastermind back in such a way that many fans feel Ward is about to twist like a Stretch Armstrong doll. Pete: “Ward is struggling for survival here. How can he possibly hold on?” King: “How can he not? Even if it’s Jay Hawke causing the submission, losing to Landon Maddix in any type of match is something people have retired out of shame for.” King continues his anti-Landon Maddix diatribe, but in the ring, Marcus Ward is clearly the worse for wear. He tries reaching for a rope, but there isn’t one within grabbing distance. And the pain in Ward’s already bad knees is simply too much to bear. Maybe it’s time he simply taps out… BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! …and it might have been, had Bruce Blank not illegally entered the ring and kicked Jay Hawke square in the side of the head. Pete: “Bruce Blank making the save with that big boot, and at least for the moment, he’s bought Marcus Ward some time to try to make the tag!” Jay Hawke shakes his head, trying to clear the cobwebs from a kick by one of the biggest men in recent SWF history, and he reaches out and makes the tag to Landon Maddix. Maddix begins kicking Ward in the head again, then goes back to kicking away at the knee. King: “For a second, I thought he forgot the knees were hurt. Which would have been typical Landon Maddix.” Maddix holds out Ward’s leg drops an elbow into the side of the knee. And again. And again. King: “A little variety in the offense would be nice!” Pete: “You already know that technical wrestling isn’t his strong suit.” King: “Common sense isn’t even Landon Maddix’s strong suit.” Landon Maddix reaches over and makes another tag to Jay Hawke. Maddix then picks Ward up on his shoulders as Hawke walks to a central point in the apron. The Dean of Professional Wrestling uses the top rope as a springboard and connects with a lariat, causing Ward to flip off of La Cucaracha’s shoulders and land awkwardly on the knees before crumpling into a heap on the mat. Jay Hawke moves in for the cover: ONE! TWO! T -- Ward manages to get the left shoulder up. Jay Hawke then manages to grab Ward’s foot, spinning around before driving his knee into the side of the leg, forcing a scream from the Mastermind. Sensing the match is ripe for the taking, Jay Hawke reaches out and tags in Maddix, saying “Let’s finish him off and get this over with.” King: “God, Hawke wants Landon Maddix to win the match? I think I’m going to be sick.” Landon Maddix grabs the leg, spins around into a spinning toehold, and finishes the final step of the figure-four leglock. Pete: “The Wrath of Maddix is locked in!” King: “The WHAT? And people thought I had an ego problem!” Pete: “This is obviously what Hawke meant by ‘finish him off’ . They’re going to break Marcus Ward’s leg right here!” Landon Maddix continues to tighten the pressure on the hold, and he reaches with both hands out behind him. Jay Hawke leans into the ring and grabs Landon’s arms, applying more pressure, and wisely letting go about half a second before Nick Soapdish looks up. King: “Come on, Nick, look up sooner! Dammit!” The referee goes back to seeing if Marcus Ward wants to quit, and once again he’s not seeing Jay Hawke assist La Cucaracha in adding additional leverage to the hold. Suicide King nearly busts a vein yelling at the referee to look up, but by the time Soapdish does, Hawke has already released the hands again. King: “And to think I used to think Soapdish was a good referee.” Pete: “No you didn’t.” King: “Shut up.” Soapdish begins to check on Marcus Ward yet again, and Jay Hawke once again grabs a hold of Landon Maddix’s hands…only for Soapdish to turn around and see Hawke and Landon clasp hands. Soapdish immediately calls for the break, and Landon Maddix breaks the hold, yelling at Soapdish the entire time. King: “Jesus, it’s one distraction after another for this guy. If it’s not Max King, it’s the referee.” The argument with the referee out of the way, Landon Maddix shoots an eye over toward Max King and says two simple words. “Watch this!” Too bad he doesn’t realize that Marcus Ward has pulled himself to his feet. Ward grabs Maddix in a modified bear hug, then simply turns Maddix over into a belly-to-belly suplex. King: “Yes!” Pete: “Landon Maddix allowed himself to be distracted one too many times by Max King at ringside, and this might be Marcus Ward’s chance to make the hot tag!” King: “And if Bruce Blank gets his hands on Landon Maddix, that’s going to be it for sure!” With Landon Maddix having had the wind knocked out of him, Marcus Ward should have plenty of time to make the tag. Ward actually pulls himself to his feet and starts hobbling toward the corner, seeing his tag team partner with his hand outstretched… BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! …only for Jay Hawke to run into the ring with a chop block that looks to nearly snap Ward’s leg at the knee. Hawke looks down at the Mastermind as he clutches at the knee, not seeing Bruce Blank enter the ring. Blank nearly decapitates Hawke with a clothesline. Hawke rolls toward the ropes, and Blank is immediately on him, pounding away with a series of right hands. However, Blank’s so focused on Hawke that he’s unaware that Landon Maddix has made a cover: ONE! TWO! THREE! *DINGDINGDING!* BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! King: “What the…what was that?” Pete: “Jay Hawke took the knee out from Ward before he could make the tag to the Hardcore Champion, and as a result, Hawke and Maddix get the duke!” Funyon: “Ladies and gentlemen, in 13 minutes 15 seconds … the winners of this contest … JAAAAAAAAAAAY HAWWWWWWWWWWWKE and LANDOOOOOOOOOOOON MADDIXXXXXXXXXXXXX!” BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Pete: “A tremendous tag team match featuring two of the newest tag teams in the SWF, but in the end, Cucaracha Internacional came out victorious.” King: “Well, I’ve got to give credit to Jay Hawke. He was able to prevent the tag to Bruce Blank by taking out the knees of Marcus Ward, and that was enough for Blank’s temper to get the best of him and ignore the cover in the ring. But Landon Maddix getting the pin? Ugh.” With the battle done and most of the wrestlers finally realizing what’s going on, all four men pull themselves to their feet … Ward only barely doing so … and all four combatants partake in the family-friendly post match handshake. Too bad the crowd would rather see all four guys continue to kill each other, so the handshake gets little to no reaction. Pete: “What a fantastic match, but still more great action to come. Two championship matches still to come! The cruiserweight championship is on the line … NEXT!”

Skull vs. Walters... TBEIASAP?

The house lights dim and Mastodon's "Crusher Destroyer" hits, complete with multi-colored strobes flashing in time with the music. The fans rise to their feet, the buzz in the arena reaching a fever pitch, and Manson emerges moments later to a big pop. He heads down the ramp at a brisk pace, his eyes darting all around the arena before rolling in. Funyon: Introducing first, weighing in at 245lbs, from the Mile High City… MAAAAAAAAAAANSOOOOOOOON “GOD DAMN MOVE WHEN I SAY MOVE, MOTHERFUCKER!” “Exile On Mainline” by Chemlab fires up as KOJI walks into the ring entrance, flanked by Chris Card and Natasha. KOJI walks slowly down to ringside taking time to sneer at the fans, and before stepping into the ring he hands his shades to Card and Natasha slowly takes his trenchcoat off him. Funyon: And his opponent, from Saitama Prefecture in Japan… this is one half of TKO… KOOOOOOOOOJIIIIII KIIIIIIIITAAAAAAAAAANOOOOOOO Longdogger Pete: I don’t expect a family friendly handshake here. Suicide King: I expect something fun in it’s place, however. LDP: Your definition of fun often scares me, King. In the centre of the ring the two athletes square off. Manson refuses to extend his hand, but shockingly KOJI extends his. Even Manson looks a little confused by this, as Chris Card calls over from the corner… Card: HEY MANSON! LOOK OVER THERE!!! Instinctively Manson looks over, even though maybe in the back of his mind he probably knows he shouldn’t and… KOJI nips in and hits a quick reverse Russian Legsweep!! In the same motion, KOJI rolls through and Manson ends up on his back with his leg hooked! Suicide King: THE DARKNESS CLUTCH!!! Card: COUNT YOU BLIND MOTHERF***KER!!! And on the command of Card referee Soapdish drops and counts… ONE!!!! TWO!!!!! THREEE!!!! KOJI rolls away and Manson immediately jumps to his feet with a “What the hell happened there” look. Slowly realising he’s been duped Manson fires a few boots towards KOJI but the crafty Japanese star has already escaped the ring and is halfway up the entrance ramp, manager and valet either side of him. The camera cuts back to the ring where Manson is LIVID, and pushes aside referee Soapdish as he heads to the outside, jawing with every single fan he can talk to on his own way back. LDP: And with KOJI robbing Manson blind with that cheap victory, we have to go to a commercial break.

Family Friendly Lockdown returns from a commercial and honorary cameramen Ben & Jerry pan around the packed Burlington Memorial Auditorium, displaying signs such as "Landon is a Poopy-Head!" and "Crimson Skull Smells Funny!" before coming to rest in front of Suicide King and Longdogger Pete. "Aaaand we're back!" Pete exclaims. "Even though why we need a commercial after every segment is beyond me..." "Yes we are, and we've got the debut match for one Jimmy the Doom right now. Quite a few new faces to the SWF in these past few months." "And just about all of them have been very impressive so far. That puts some pressure on Jimmy to succeed, and that pressure is in no way lessened with his first opponent, Martin 'Big Country' Hunt," Pete adds. "That's true, Pete. Martin's no pushover, and should be a good test to see what Jimmy the Doom can do," King replies. The lights suddenly go out, the arena plunges into near-darkness, and figures can be seen at the top of the entrance ramp. Two columns of druid-looking people march down, chanting the same word over and over, "Doom". The figures walk down the ramp, two single-file lines, and as they get to the ring, head in opposite directions. They completely surround the ring, leaving only the area directly in front of the ramp clear. Just as quickly, the lights snap back on, the chanting ceases, and the familiar, if unnamable sounds of Boots Randolph's "Yakety Sax" blares over the speakers. "Say, Pete, isn't that the Benny Hill theme?" "You know, I think it is. Maybe it's some sort of mix-up in the sound booth. I really can't imagine someone with the name of Jimmy the Doom having music like this, especially not with that earlier entrance," says the Longdogger. "Yeah, but what kind of name is Jimmy the Doom? That sounds pretty lame." Jimmy the Doom and Lois the Unethical make their way down the ramp, and it's pretty obvious that there is no mix-up with the music. Jimmy slides into the ring, takes off his alpine hat, and tosses it to Lois outside the ring. "Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, accompanied by Lois the Unethical, hailing from Doomopolis, Doomtopia, JIIIMMMYYY THE DOOOOM!" Funyon booms. "Doomtopia? Yeah, that makes sense," Pete says, shaking his head. "Just because you aren't cultured and don't travel doesn't mean that a country you've never heard of doesn't exist," King replies. "Oh, so you've been to Doomtopia?" "Of course I have. It's near Zirconia." "Zirconia?" "Yes. Where do you think Cubic Zirconiums come from?" King asks. "You know, King, I'd expect this from...actually, I don't know who'd go to these levels to get a lie to be believed." The zany sounds of "Yakety Sax" abruptly end, and are replaced with the twang of Hank Williams Jr's "A Country Boy Can Survive". Martin Hunt takes a step onto the ramp before being yanked back. He's quickly shoved back out, fuming over something. 'Big Country' saunters down the ramp, taunting fans, and opening up the bottle in his hand. He takes a big gulp and nearly spits it out. He looks at what he thought was Southern Comfort, but it's been replaced with Mott's apple juice. Hunt takes out his frustration over being deprived of sweet, sweet hooch by chucking the bottle at the nearest druid, dropping him like a rock. THWACK! "Nice shot by Martin Hunt! He nailed that druid," King says, obviously pleased. "I don't know how nice it will seem once he gets fined for it," Pete replies. "And his opponent. He weighs in at two hundred, twenty pounds, and is from Boone, North Carolina, MAAARTIN 'BIIIG COOOUNTRRRRY' HUNT!" Funyon roars. Referee Harold Dean checks both men for illegal items, finds none, and motions for both men to shake hands, as stated by Family Friendly Lockdown rules. Jimmy seems eager to shake hands, while Martin takes some cajoling, but eventually hands are shook and Dean calls for the bell to be rung with a mighty "YAAAAA!" DING! DING! DING! Hunt and Jimmy quickly lock up, collar and elbow style, Martin gets smacked with a mighty headbutt. Jimmy the Doom lashes out with another headbutt, but cannot land a third as Hunt violently shoves the Doomtopian away and into the ropes. Jimmy rushes back but is knocked flat with a clothesline. Hunt drops to make a cover, but Jimmy is already rolling away and climbing to his feet. "That was some shot Jimmy the Doom took, but he's right back on his feet. He might be a pretty tough individual to put away," Pete says. "Oh, come on, MacDougal! That wasn't Manson or Va'aiga knocking his head off, it was just Martin Hunt. Let me see him shake off a Landon Maddix Shining Wizard, and then we'll talk about his toughness," King shoots back. 'Big Country' gets to his feet and drives an uppercut into Jimmy's gut, but the man from Doomopolis simply spins around and cracks Martin with a back elbow. Jimmy shunts Hunt into the ropes and blasts him with a palm strike to the face. CRACK! Jimmy takes a step back and lets loose with a kick to the jaw. Jimmy shoots Martin back into the ropes and snatches 'Big Country' off his feet. The Doomtopian spins him around and drops Hunt with an inverted atomic drop. Martin stumbles backwards while Jimmy leaps and turns, delivering a tornado headbutt. THUNK! "Nice moves by Jimmy the Doom. He's really taking it to Martin 'Big Country' Hunt with those headbutts," Pete says. "Yeah, but I don't think that will last very long. Headbutts take their toll on both wrestlers," King adds. Martin Hunt staggers back even further and has to grasp the ropes in order to remain on his feet. Jimmy the Doom stalks after 'Big Country', but is caught off-guard as Hunt launches himself towards Jimmy and knocks him down with a dropkick. Now it's Jimmy's turn to stumble backwards into the ropes, and as he bounces off, Martin scrambles up and drops Jimmy with a belly-to-belly suplex, staying down for a pin. One! T-No! "Nice suplex from Martin Hunt, but it wasn't enough to put Jimmy the Doom away." "Obviously, MacDougal, as the bell isn't ringing." 'Big Country' pulls the Doom up by his hair and roughly shoves him into a front facelock before falling backwards with a DDT. Martin shifts his weight and clambers atop Jimmy the Doom's back and beginst raining down blows on Jimmy's head. Harold Dean quickly tries to intervene, but Jimmy solves the problem himself by rolling over. Before Hunt has a chance to press his advantage, Dean gets in his face and warns him about using closed fists, especially on Lockdown. 'Big Country' promptly ignores the Yankee and heads right back towards a standing Jimmy the Doom. "Martin Hunt might want to watch his actions, otherwise he'll find his paycheck a little smaller this week," Pete notes. "All that would mean for him is he won't be able to get completely hammered," King points out. Jimmy appeals for a lock up, but Martin simply rushes in and drives his knee into Jimmy's gut, doubling the taller man over. Hunt reaches down, snares Jimmy's head, and falls to the mat with a neckbreaker. 'Big Country' gets up and speeds towards the ropes while Jimmy slowly begins to sit up. Hunt rears back and blasts Jimmy the Doom with a running kick to the face. THWOCK! "My, what a kick! That's sure to require some dental work," Pete says. "And it just might be enough for Martin Hunt to either put Jimmy the Doom away, or give him time to do something else that'll get the job done," King adds. Hunt turns on his heel and drops an elbow across Jimmy's chest, trying to keep him down just a bit longer. Martin scrambles to his feet, rushes to the corner and ascends to the top turnbuckle. 'Big Country' leaps off and crashes on Jimmy the Doom's chest, and hooks his right leg. ONE! TWO-NO! "Kick out from Jimmy the Doom! I'm impressed that the Donkey Punch didn't give Martin Hunt the victory there." "Odd as it may sound, MacDougal, I agree with you. However, were it the Crimson Skull instead of Martin Hunt landing on Jimmy the Doom, there's no doubt the match would have been over," King states. Hunt is shocked himself and spends a good ten seconds arguing with Harold Dean over his counting speed, allowing Jimmy the Doom to get up, walk behind Martin, and latch on with a head vice. "A head vice? This one's all yours, MacDougal," King says, laughing at the ineptitude of Jimmy's submission hold. "Hey, you never know, it just might get the job done," Pete replies. Jimmy the Doom obviously thinks so, but the lack of movement from 'Big Country' isn't from crippling pain, but rather surprise that someone would even think that squeezing someone's head would be very effective. Hunt quickly unleashes a series of elbows to Jimmy's ribs, but nothing happens, so Martin simply moves on to throwing blind punches into his face. This also is ineffective, prompting Hunt to hook his left leg around Jimmy the Doom's and drop back. "Dear lord, you just might be right, MacDougal. Jimmy the Doom isn't letting go of that hold for any reason," King points out. "He'd better be careful, though, Martin Hunt could easily bridge up to pin Jimmy's shoulders to the mat," Pete says. 'Big Country' does just that, and Harold Dean goes from checking on Hunt to counting the pin. ONE! TWO-NO! Doom simply rolls onto his stomach, stopping the count, and putting Martin Hunt in a very vulnerable position. 'Big Country', however, threads his arms between Jimmy's and reaches forward, breaking Jimmy the Doom's hold. Martin wriggles a bit, ends up on his back, and lets loose a strong right hand that Jimmy follows up with a headbutt. Martin fires off two more punches, but Jimmy continues to straddle 'Big Country', even as Hunt starts choking Doom. "Well, one thing you can say about Jimmy the Doom, he doesn't give up easily. He's taken a lot of heavy and hard shots from Martin Hunt, but he hasn't backed off for a second." "Yeah, well, we'll see how tough he is without any oxygen," King comments. Harold Dean berates Hunt over using a choke hold, but seeing that he's being ignored, Dean moves on to his five count. One! Two! Three! Four! Fi... Hunt quickly breaks off at the edge of disqualification, eats another headbutt and finally manages to get Jimmy the Doom off of his body with a mighty heave. "What is Martin Hunt going to have to do to keep Jimmy the Doom down long enough for the three count?" Pete wonders. "Whatever it is, I don't know if it will be sanctioned by the rules of Family Friendly Lockdown," King says. Jimmy gets to his feet moments before Martin does, grabs 'Big Country' by the wrist and sends him crashing into the turnbuckles. Doom charges in after Hunt, slaps on a headlock, spins out of the corner, and sends Martin to the mat. "What a move from Jimmy the Doom!" Pete exclaims. "Now what exactly would you call that?" King asks. "I know Jimmy has a name for it, but I can't find the card I've got it on," Pete mumbles. "You liar, you've got information on every wrestler, even down to win-loss record against guys that have some weird thing for a certain food!" King shouts. "Okay, I do know the name, but I really don't want to say it." "No, it's your job to call out the idiotic names these guys slap on the simplest of body slams or punches," King states. "Fine, he calls it the 73.5267.1094Q80.16. You happy now?" "Yes, because you just missed Jimmy the Doom getting kicked in the face when he tried to pick Martin Hunt up off the mat." Jimmy stumbles away from Hunt, allowing 'Big Country' to get to his feet and charge down Doom. However, for all his effort, Martin gets plastered with a spin kick. TURPENTINE! Jimmy closes in on Martin, wraps his hands around Hunt's throat, lifts him up, turns, and plants 'Big Country' with a sit-out powerbomb. "Jimmy Bomb from the rookie!" Pete exclaims, thankful for the concise nickname. "I'd like to see him try that on Devon Walters," King mutters. Jimmy the Doom remains seated and covers Martin Hunt for the pin. ONE! TWO-NO! "And Martin Hunt kicks out from that high impact move! Could perhaps the tables be turned on Jimmy the Doom? Is he now wondering what will put 'Big Country' away?" Longdogger asks. "You're joking right? You actually think the guy who used a head vice has a shot at winning this match?" "Anything can happen inside an SWF wrestling ring, you know that, King," Pete replies. "That's true. I mean, even you won a match or two." Jimmy hauls Martin off the mat, attempts an Irish whip, but Hunt reverses it, sending Doom rocketing into the ropes. Jimmy bounces off as 'Big Country' begins running after him, and Jimmy raises his left leg. GLASNOST! "Flying front kick, and Martin Hunt positively sailed through the air!" Pete shouts. "Damn. That was a good kick." Jimmy the Doom grabs hold of the opposite set of ropes to stop himself while Martin Hunt writhes on the canvas, clutching his chest. Doom picks 'Big Country' off the mat and lashes out with a palm thrust to the chin that snaps Martin's head back, leaving him wide open for a quick throat-thrust. "Hand of Doom! I don't really approve of that, but it should buy Jimmy the Doom some time to pull off something big," Pete says. "Not only is it borderline illegal, it's pretty dangerous, it being a strike to the throat. Just ask JJ Johnson about that. Well, put it in writing," King replies. Before Harold Dean can deliver an admonishing "HYAAAH!", Jimmy is racing towards the ropes, bounces off and continues to hurtle towards a gasping and sputtering Martin Hunt. Jimmy ducks low, wraps 'Big Country' up and spins him off his feet before planting Hunt with a suplex. "Jimmy-Plex! That certainly rocked the ring!" "He...he just might win this match," King mumbles in disbelief. Jimmy the Doom slides out from underneath Hunt and makes a lateral press. ONE! TWO! THR-NO! "And Martin Hunt keeps this match going! He barely got his shoulder up, but it was enough." "Thank you, you drunk hillbilly!" King exclaims. "Uh, King, a question: Why do you not want Jimmy the Doom to win this match, despite never having seen him wrestle or even speak, thus not knowing if his views coincide with your own?" "Let me answer that question with a question of my own: How do you, a lumbering oaf, know the meaning of, let alone how to pronounce, the word coincide?" King shoots back. "Dictionary. Now, what do you have against Jimmy?" "Come on, MacDougal! Look at him! He's a total loser, and thus, reminds me of you." Jimmy gets to his feet, backs away from Hunt and lifts his left leg in the air while extending his arms out. "Hey, isn't that the pose for the Crane Kick, like in Karate Kid?" King asks. "Indeed it is, but Jimmy the Doom calls it the Yak Kick, after the animal, which, according to him, is much loved in Doomtopia," Pete replies. 'Big Country' rolls to his feet and stares at Jimmy, some five feet away, waiting patiently. Martin starts moving to the side, but Jimmy simply turns with a one-footed hop. Hunt darts for the ropes, bounces back and charges Doom, only to slide at the last second, leaving Jimmy kicking air while Martin trips him up when he lands. "Yeah, that was a great move from Jimmy the Doom." "I must admit, he should have tried to be more spontaneous with it, rather than just standing there, waiting to use it," Pete notes. Martin Hunt gets to his feet and begins stomping away at Jimmy the Doom, but it isn't enough to keep the Doomtopian on the mat. Hunt lashes out with a vicious uppercut, allowing him time to snare Jimmy in a front facelock and hoist him in the air. 'Big Country' stalls for a few seconds before crashing down and floating over for a cover. ONE! TWO! TH-NO! "Almost got the three count there, but Jimmy the Doom once more shows he won't go away easily." "He's probably cheating somehow," King grumbles. "Then wouldn't you whole heartedly approve?" Pete asks. "Quiet, you." Hunt gets to his feet, measures, and drills Jimmy with a right hook to the temple, which barely seems to faze the man from Doomopolis. Nevertheless, Martin nails Doom with another punch and manages to send him into the ropes. 'Big Country' runs after Jimmy, leaps, and succeeds in wrapping his arms around Jimmy's head, cinching in a sleeper hold. "Black-Out! Martin Hunt has the Black-Out locked in!" Pete exclaims, happy to shill anything. Seriously, you should hear him at the grocery store: 'Canned peaches in heavy syrup, only eighty-five cents! What a value!' "Finally! I was wondering if I'd have to get in the ring and help Hunt along a little." Harold Dean rushes over, screaming like a banshee, to see if Jimmy the Doom will submit. Jimmy waves him away, but promptly falls to one knee. Doom quickly puts both knees on the mat, along with his fists, and Dean once more asks if he'll submit. "Not much longer now," King says eagerly. "Well, if previous experience counts for anything, I don't know how soon Jimmy the Doom will be submitting." Jimmy raises one hand off the mat to decline the offer of submission, and slowly pushes himself to one knee. Doom reaches behind his body and grabs hold of Martin Hunt's legs before rising to his feet and plodding over to the turnbuckles. "Hold on just a second! Jimmy the Doom might not be submitting at all!" Pete yells. "Are you kidding? Of course he is! Well, then again, I don't know if he's got enough of a brain for that sleeper hold to be effective," King acquiesces. Like a racing tortoise, Jimmy the Doom takes his time getting to the turnbuckles, but eventually reaches them. He lifts one leg and places it on the bottom rope while Martin Hunt tries to get a tighter grip around Jimmy's head. Doom gets both feet on the middle rope and leaps off while 'Big Country' tries desperately to turn him over or get out of the way of the fastly approaching mat. "What an impact! Jimmy the Doom completely sandwiched Martin 'Big Country' Hunt between himself and the canvas, and what's more, it freed him from the Black-Out!" "That was impressive, Pete. That submission hold was on for quite some time. Of course, I'd like to see him try something like that against the Wing Span." "Well, considering that'd pretty much be impossible, I don't think you will see it." "Exactly. He'd be completely lost against Jay Hawke. Then again, who isn't?" Jimmy the Doom rises shakily to his feet, staggers over to Martin Hunt, and drops down for a lateral press. ONE! TWO! THREE-NO! "Amazing! Even after that fall, Martin Hunt manages to kick out!" Pete exclaims. "Come on, you dumb redneck, get up and win this match!" King yells encouragingly. Jimmy hauls Martin Hunt off the mat and lands another throat-thrust, allowing Doom to apply an arm wringer. As 'Big Country' tries to not choke on his own tongue, Jimmy the Doom makes things worse with a kick to the stomach. A stiff knee to the face straightens Hunt up, but he's still dazed, breathless, and gagging, but Jimmy isn't done and lands three kicks to the back of Martin's knees, knocking him on his ass. Jimmy releases Martin's arm, takes a step back and lets loose with a roundhouse kick to the face. CURETTAGE! "Doomsday! That's Jimmy the Doom's finisher, and may I say, what an awesome combination of blows!" Pete shrieks. "And may I say, Martin Hunt looks to be out cold." Jimmy drops down and hooks the leg as Dean drops down to shout the pin. ONE! "HYAAAH!" TWO! "YAAAAAAH!" THREE! You know, I'm going to stop running this joke into the ground that, frankly, I'm a few years behind on. DING! DING! DING! "Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match via pinfall, JIMMY THE DOOM!" Funyon shouts. "What a showing from this rookie, in his first match, no less," Pete states. Harold Dean raises Jimmy's arm, then, with the help of Doom, pulls Hunt off the mat to raise both wrestlers' arms and enforce the post-match handshake. Jimmy exits the ring, grabs his hat and tries to high five a druid, but is sadly left hanging. Shrugging his shoulders, Doom heads back up the ramp with Lois the Unethical (She was hiding under the ring the whole match, and so wasn't around to cheer Jimmy on) while Martin Hunt is left fuming to the sounds of "Yakety Sax".

The Smartmarks Wrestling Federation presents... SWF STORM, FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 23, 2005, LIVE FROM THE VERIZON WIRELESS ARENA IN MANCHESTER, NEW HAMPSHIRE! (8:00 pm EST, 5:00 PM PST; check local listings) Promo show. Here's what's currently booked for Lockdown... SWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP El Luchadore Magnifico (SWF World Heavyweight Champion) v. Akira SWF CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP JJ Johnson (SWF Cruiserweight Champion) v. Zyon So promo based around that. Angles for A2A can and should be built... you know the drill, boys. Get crackin'.

One of the perks of being on CC is knowing everybody else's password; as such, Raynor has already molested my PM box and has everything. Thusly, don't worry if you sent stuff to me, as we've got it all on lock.

Have him send the stats to me in the interim, JJ.

The Smartmarks Wrestling Federation presents... SWF GENESIS VI LIVE FROM MADISON SQUARE GARDEN NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK SEPTEMBER 18TH, 2005 (11:00 pm EST, 8:00 pm PST; check local listings) The theme song for this event is "I Love New York City", by Andrew W.K. The arena will be using a celebratory theme, so feel free to decorate to that if that's the kind of thing you're into. Decorating. Genesis VI. Last year, between Genesis IV and Genesis V, the World title was passed around like a dirty whore, with several newcomers to the title scene winning the belt. The year between Genesis V and Genesis VI, by contrast, was the year in which those at the top of the card stayed put. Only one man who won the belt in the past year had never held it before, and the latest champion, "Deathwish" Danny Williams, is going into his fourth title reign. This year has been one in which the old guard maintained its position. However, Genesis is where new careers are springboarded, and this year is no different. In the International title bout, two young stars have the opportunity to steal the show. Across the card, we see new faces in their first time on the big stage, all of whom hope to break out next year. And when it comes to the SWF, there's no better time than between Genesis and the Cold Front Classic to break out of the pack. Genesis VI. The end and the beginning. THE CARD: MAIN EVENT SWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP "Deathwish" Danny Williams (SWF World Heavyweight Champion) v. El Luchadore Magnifico -> And so the SWF will end its fifth year with two very familiar faces. At Genesis II, El Luchadore Magnifico made a name for himself, winning the SWF Championship from Chris Wilson. Three years later, Magnifico is challenging for the World championship again, this time against nemesis Danny Williams. Williams, on the other hand, has done what he does best since his return: win wrestling matches. His victory in the informal Three-Time Champ Challenge sent Magnifico into a rage, and sealed the two men's collision course for Genesis. Originally, this match was supposed to be about pride, jealousy, and glory, and would have been a sure match of the night candidate. But with the biggest prize in e-wrestling added into the mix, and the prestige of main-eventing the SWF's biggest show, too? This could be the match of the year. Rules: Standard Marker: Ace309 SINGLES MATCH "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins v. "The Superior One" Tom Flesher -> Spike Jenkins is one big ball of rage against the machine. Ever since his suspension for poisoning Toxxic, Jenkins has been convinced that Creative Control is out to get him. He has made it a habit to ruin family-friendly Lockdown, routinely come to blows with the commissioners of all three shows, and -- perhaps most importantly -- has drawn the ire of the Superior One, Tom Flesher. The legend has come out of retirement, and after his emphatic beatdown of Ced Ordonez on Smarkdown, it's clear that Flesher has some pent-up frustration with Jenkins. If pent-up frustration was gasoline, though, Jenkins would have enough to fill an H2 tank. When these two come to blows... they might just kill each other. Rules: Standard Marker: Chuck Woolery SINGLES MATCH Landon "La Cucaracha" Maddix v. "Urban Legend" Todd Cortez -> Sex. Lies. Deception. And as South Dakota turns, Megan Skye finds herself in the middle of a love triangle that's gone further than any one before. At least she's not on a pole in this match. Maddix and Skye slept together. No big, right? Well, turns out they didn't sleep together. And not only did they not sleep together, but she did sleep with Todd Cortez. That's like insult, and then injury, and as we all know, that's more than Maddix's fragile ego can take. His rage at not getting laid led to him forming an unholy alliance and putting a huge target on Todd Cortez's back. At Genesis, Landon is the silver bullet. The question is, hit... or miss? Rules: Standard Marker: chirs3 SWF INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP "The Dean of Professional Wrestling" Jay Hawke (SWF International Champion) v. Zyon -> The International Championship has been Jay Hawke's toy for... well, what feels like forever. It's hard to argue with the fact that he's had a dominating reign with the belt, has been able to make it mean something... yadda yadda yadda. Enter Zyon. The bold newcomer, whose flashy offence is a distinct contrast to Hawke's grind offensive, and whose daring attitude has won him fans the internet over. Basically, he's the anti-Jay Hawke. So what will happen when Hawke and anti-Hawke meet, with the International title on the line? Well we're just going to have to find out, aren't we. Rules: Standard Marker: The Superstar SWF HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP HOUSE RULES: WE DESTROYED IT ONCE AND WE CAN DO IT AGAIN MATCH Bruce Blank (SWF Hardcore Champion) v. JJ Johnson -> Bruce Blank has got to be the most surprising Hardcore champion we've had in a while. In his first defence of the belt, he's facing JJ Johnson. Boys, you're going to war. In a toy store. Rules: No rules. The match will begin in the lobby of FAO Schwartz. First man to score a pinfall, submission, or knock out wins. Marker: Chuck Woolery SINGLES MATCH TORU v. Marcus "The Mastermind" Ward -> After a bitter, bitter loss to the team of Ward and Bruce Blank not too long ago, TKO looked poised to face them again at Genesis. Since Blank is preoccupied with Johnson, however, one-half of TKO, TORU, will be doing the job (foreshadowing?) alone tonight, going head-to-head with the Mastermind. Rules: Standard Marker: realitycheck SWF WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS TWO ON TWO MATCH Wild and Dangerous (Wildchild and Johnny Dangerous, SWF World Tag Team Champions) v. The Crimson Skull and Ghost Machine -> Tom Flesher was sitting in a room one day and said, "Man, who would make a fun tag team?" He proceeded to throw darts at a wall, and thirty minutes later THIS TEAM WAS BORN. The Crimson Skull and his new best friend, Ghost Machine, get the chance of a lifetime on the biggest stage in professional e-wrestling, going toe-to-toe with the Tag Team champions, Wild and Dangerous, with no rules. No rules. This could get ugly... but in a pretty way. Rules: No rules. Tags are not required. First team to score a pinfall, submission, or knock out wins. Marker: Justice TRIPLE THREAT MATCH FOR #1 CONTENDERSHIP TO THE SWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP Akira v. Manson v. Devon Walters -> It's SWF tradtion to have a completely random #1 contendership match at Genesis, and this year we're giving Manson, Akira, and Devon Walters that glorious opportunity. Whoever wins this match has a guaranteed title shot on the 9/28 edition of Lockdown, and the chance to rocket themself up the card. For Manson, it's a chance at reward after years of struggle. For the other two, it's a chance to finally make a name for yourself. Rules: Standard triple threat rules. First pin/submission/knockout wins. If one man is disqualified, it becomes a one-on-one affair. Also, CC says that if the winning match is less than 2500 words, the #1 contendership is revoked. Marker: realitycheck Writers: Your matches are due to markers by 11:00 PM EST. Absolutely no exceptions will be made. Promos are due to me, Chuck Woolery, by 12:30 PM EST. If you don't get it in by then, save it for Storm or the boards. Markers: Marked matches will be due to me by 1:00 AM EST, September 19. If you don't think you'll be able to get stuff marked in that time span, let me know so I can take you off the card.

The show's up. Read it. There's some good shit.

I've got both ME's and am starting to mark. Unless I get Spike/Tom before I'm done, the show will go up without that match.

Mags, Danny... get your matches to me as soon as possible. I hate to leave Spike/Tom off the show, but since I've heard from neither of them in two days I really don't have much choice.

ELM lays next to Danny for a moment, knowing that everything is dependent on him getting over there and covering Williams but having a hard time summoning the strength to do it. After a few seconds, Magnifico begins to claw his way over to a motionless Danny Williams, his every movement cursed and shouted at by the live audience. Gritting his teeth through the pain, ELM finally reaches Danny and flops his body across Williams’, which only increases the crowd’s response as they desperately try to help Williams avoid the three count. Magnifico lays motionless on Williams’ chest as the ref slides into position and begins counting. ONE! TWO! THRRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOO!! Danny gets a shoulder up at last possible millisecond! The pop that follows is ridiculous in its magnitude, as every fan in the arena cheers and shouts for Williams’ kickout! Heartbroken, Magnifico rolls off of Danny and claws at his hair, his expression one of overpowering anger and frustration. “Kick out! Danny kicked out!” Pete shouts over the capacity crowd. King just sits next to LDP and stews as his commentary partner continues. “Danny Williams is not out of this one yet! Magnifico will have to do better than that to keep him down for the three count!” ELM turns himself onto his stomach and begins pushing himself to his feet, cursing nonstop in unintelligible Spanglish as he does so. It’s a bit of struggle, but Magnifico eventually lunges to his feet and falls back-first into the nearby ropes, breathing deeply and keeping a hand pressed tight against his aching ribs. He looks down on the motionless Williams for a second, seemingly contemplating what the hell he has to do to keep him down for three lousy seconds. Apparently coming up with an answer, ELM pushes himself off of the ropes and heads to the closest corner, where he begins ascending its turnbuckles to the obvious displeasure of the crowd. Magnifico is slowed and distracted by his injuries, though, and unknowingly gives Danny time to begin pushing himself to his feet while he climbs to the top. As ELM reaches the top turnbuckle, Williams reaches one knee and sees Magnifico perched above him, facing towards the audience. A determined scowl coming across his face, Danny jumps to his feet and rushes towards the corner, throwing his arms into the inside of ELM’s legs and knocking them off of the top turnbuckle! Magnifico falls groin-first into the turnbuckle as the male contingent of the audience winces, sympathetic despite the nature of the victim. With ELM properly stunned, Williams has a second to rest before beginning his own ascent to the top turnbuckle. The crowd’s anticipatory cheering grows louder and more jubilant the higher Danny climbs, reaching its boiling point when Williams pulls Magnifico to his feet on the top turnbuckle and into a Rear Waistlock! However, the second ELM is in the hold, he seems to suddenly come to life, immediately and wildly driving his elbow into Danny’s face! “No! Magnifico is fighting it!” King defiantly announces. “He will NOT allow Williams to land the decisive blow!” “Danny has to remain strong! This might be his last chance to put Magnifico down for good!” Pete responds, inwardly cheering for Danny to hold ELM off. Williams, determined to pull Magnifico off of the top rope this time, remains strong, but is slowly worn down as ELM rapidly jabs his elbow into Danny’s face! Despite his best efforts and the crowd’s insistence that he hang on, Danny’s grip slowly weakens and is finally relinquished when ELM suddenly drives his head backwards, smashing the back of his head directly into Williams’ nose! Danny is knocked off-balance by the force of the blow and struggles to remain on the top turnbuckle, waving his arms wildly in mid-air as twenty thousand of his fans look on with baited breath. Williams’ efforts are for naught, however, as he loses his balance and falls backwards off of the top turnbuckle, drawing a discouraged OHHHH! from the capacity crowd! Before Danny can even hit the mat, Magnifico leaps and flips backwards off of the top turnbuckle, already in the air when Williams crashes violently into the canvas! Flashbulbs all around the arena illuminate ELM’s breathtaking descent and his forceful landing, in which he crashes directly into Danny’s stomach with a beautiful Moonstault! Magnifico bounces only a little bit upon impact and stays strewn across Williams’ chest, drawing the ref down to his knees to count, his slaps of the mat almost completely drowned out by the deafening boos voiced by the angry crowd. ONE! TWO! THHHHHHRRRRRRREEEEENNNNOOOO!! Danny kicks out once again, drawing another wave of thankful cheers from the capacity crowd. “No! Kickout!” Pete cries. “Magnifico lands a picture-perfect Moonsault, but it’s STILL not enough to garner the pinfall!” ELM rolls off of Williams and begins to slowly push himself to his feet. Normally he’d look completely overtaken with frustration and rage, but at this point, he just looks sick and exhausted. When Magnifico reaches his hands and knees, he suddenly enters into a violent coughing fit, his entire body shaking in pain as he coughs. When the fit passes, ELM looks on the mat beneath him and sees small, bright red specks tainting the otherwise clean canvas. Horrified, Magnifico uses the finger to examine the inside of his mouth. He pulls it out, the fingertip shiny with blood. “…oh jeez.” Pete murmurs. “Magnifico…Magnifico’s coughing up blood. The Moonsault he executed must have aggravated his injuries past the breaking point. He needs a doctor!” “The hell he does!” King snaps. “You end this match now, it’ll be the screwjob to end all screwjobs! Magnifico has Danny on the ropes here!” “King, look at him!” LDP angrily counters. “The man could have serious internal problems here. The longer he stays in this match, the more he puts himself at risk for a grave injury.” “Which just means that Magnifico has to finish this quickly.” King quietly replies. “Shouldn’t be a problem.” The ref takes notice of ELM’s condition and asks the luchadore if he wants him to stop the match and get a doctor. Magnifico shakes his head and resumes climbing to his feet, trying to put it out of his mind and concentrate on Danny. The ref won’t leave the issue, though, insisting that ELM see a doctor immediately. Magnifico stands, grabs the ref by the shirt, and tells him in no uncertain terms that he’s going to continue, whether the ref likes it or not. The ref shrugs, figuring it’s ELM’s funeral. He watches the luchadore head towards the corner farthest from Danny, leaning up against it and taking a much needed rest. His eyes cold and lifeless, Magnifico glares at Danny as he turns onto his stomach and begins pushing himself to his feet. Uttering something unheard but undoubtedly nasty under his breath, ELM straightens himself up, waiting for Williams to get to his feet. Under Magnifico’s watchful eye, Danny stumbles to his feet and collapses back-first into the corner furthest from Magnifico, his chest heaving up and down as he struggles to get oxygen into his burning lungs. The second Williams is on his feet, ELM suddenly breaks into a sprint from the other side of the ring, charging towards Danny with as much speed as he can muster! Danny looks up and sees the luchadore bearing down on him, determined to end the match as quickly as possible. A tired smile comes across Williams’ lips. This is what he was waiting for. As Magnifico approaches, Danny suddenly pushes himself out of the corner and thrusts his arm into the air, aiming it directly at the charging luchadore’s forehead! “Mag! Watch out!” King cries, panicking. “Axe Bomber! Danny is going for the Axe Bomber a third time!” Pete excitedly reports. “Could this be it?” ELM’s eyes widen as Danny’s deadly arm approaches his forehead. The entire scene seems to play out in slow motion; Magnifico and Williams on a collision course, with Danny ready to end ELM’s title dreams once and for all. AXE BOMBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH… …misses!! ELM ducks beneath Danny’s arm for a third time, drawing a raucous and disappointed OHHHH! from the capacity crowd! Their displeasure grows when they see Magnifico reaching up and hooking Danny’s arm in mid-dodge, before reaching back and hooking Williams’ other arm from behind him! With Danny in a backslide-esque position, Magnifico runs towards the corner right in front of him, rushing up its turnbuckles as everyone in attendance boos and shouts down ELM’s actions! Their voiced displeasure has no effect, though, as Magnifico flips backwards off of the top turnbuckle and lands on his knees, jerking Danny violently down to the mat as he does so and slamming his face into the canvas with the Baja California Crusher!! Immediately after landing the move, Magnifico flops to the mat, supremely exhausted. All around him, the fans vary in their responses; some begin to cheer and chant Danny’s name, convinced that he can get out of this. The rest just look on in heartbroken disbelief. “YES!! Oh my God, yes!” King cries, disbelieving but delighted. “Magnifico dodges the Axe Bomber for a THIRD time, on this occasion reversing it into the Baja California Crusher! Match over! Magnifico wins!” “…it’s not over yet.” Pete halfheartedly counters. “Magnifico has to get over there and make the cover. He has to-“ “Give it a rest, Pete!” King interrupts, not allowing LDP to ruin his good mood. “Danny’s had his neck and head beaten up throughout the match, a beating that included a perfect execution of La Dia de Los Muertos. Danny Williams is done. Finished. Finito.” ELM lays flat on his back for a few moments after landing the Crusher, supremely exhausted but smiling regardless. He’s done it. The smile only widens as he begins to claw his way over to Danny, who hasn’t moved a muscle since the Crusher was landed. Magnifico is booed mercilessly by a select few in the audience, but the rest just look on, praying silently that Danny has enough in him to kick out. They’re about to find out if he does, as ELM grabs Williams by the shoulder, slowly turns him onto his back, and then collapses onto Danny. With Mag’s body draped lifelessly across Danny’s chest, the ref falls to his knees and begins counting. ONE! TWO! THHHHRRRRRREEEEEEEENNNNNNOOOOOOO!! “RAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!” Danny gets the shoulder up! It looks as though the ref’s hand is hitting the mat as he does so, but there’s no three count, no bell! “Holy shit! Oh my God!” Pete cries, slapping his forehead in disbelief. “Williams kicked out of the Baja California Crusher! I don’t think I’ve ever – King, have you ever-“ King remains silent, inwardly seething. “I don’t think I’ve EVER seen someone kick out of that move!” Pete declares. “And now Magnifico is in serious trouble! He’s gotta quickly figure out a way to keep Danny down for good; he’s risking serious injury as it is!” The delighted, ecstatic fans cheer as loud as they know how as Magnifico rolls off of Danny, his eyes wide open and his mouth agape. He begins to slowly rise to his feet, as if in trance, absolutely amazed that Williams escaped the pinfall. Danny remains motionless beneath him, but he got that one important movement off, and that’s all that matters. As ELM reaches his feet, he claws at his hair, racking his brain and trying to figure out what the hell to do now. After a moment, he seems to slowly but surely calms down, apparently having come to a plan of action. Slowly, deliberately, Magnifico grabs Danny by the legs and drags him into the center of the ring. Still bent over, ELM then puts Danny’s legs over one of his shoulders and grabs Williams around the waist. Magnifico takes a deep breath and then lifts Danny off of the mat. ELM screams in pain as Williams is elevated. Every fiber of of his being screeches at him to release Danny, to put him down and take off the tremendous stress his weight causes. On any other night, Magnifico would give in to the demands, but not tonight. Not now. Magnifico pulls Williams onto his shoulder, Danny’s back over ELM’s shoulder and his face facing the audience. A slow trickle of blood creeping out of his mouth, Magnifico looks out over the live audience, who look on in horror. The expression on their faces makes him happier than anything else. He smiles. A wide, bloody smile. ELM then sits out, pulling Danny down with him and driving his skull into the canvas with the Furia del Maestro. Williams crumples to the mat, his body a puppet without its strings. He lies back-down on the canvas, dead to the world. The fans don’t make a sound. It’s their worst fears come true, and they can’t do anything to stop it. “F...Furia del Maestro...” Pete chokes out. “Magnifico lands the Reverse Fire Thunder Driver, compressing Danny’s neck beyond any reasonable point. He...he...” Pete can’t finish. King sits silently next to him, wearing a grin from ear to ear. The smile, that wide, happy smile, stays on Magnifico’s face as he covers Danny Williams. The ref slides into position and begins his count, the slaps of the mat the only things that can be heard within the arena. ONE! TWO! THREE! And it’s over. DING DING DING “Your winner, and the NEW, World Heavyweight Champion...” Funyon dutifully announces, “EL LUCHADOOOOOOOOORE MAGNIFICOOOOOOOOO!!” “WHOOOO!” King cries, unable to contain himself anymore. He leaps out of his seat and pumps his fist in the air, earning himself the silent scorn of everyone in attendance and everyonce watching at home. “Four-Time World Champ, baby! What’d I tell ya! Yeah!” LDP doesn’t say a word. He’s nearly as shocked and dismayed as the fans in attendance. Many have begun to quietly file out of the arena, not able to watch anymore. The rest stand and look on in heartbroken silence as ELM rolls off of Danny, the smile turning into a low chuckle that slowly gains in volume as he pushes himself to his feet. When he reaches his knees, the ref holds the title out, offering it to the luchadore. ELM stares at it in disbelief for a moment before snatching it out of the ref’s hands and clutching it tight to his body. Magnifico’s chuckles turn into harrowing howls that resonate out from the ring and echo throughout the Garden. Still on his knees, tears of happiness escape ELM’s eyes, rolling down his cheek, mixing with his blood, dripping off of his chin and onto his title. “It...it was an amazing match.” Pete finally says. “Throughout the contest, Danny was on the verge of landing the decisive blow, but Magnifico managed to escape every time. Williams kept on fighting, became the first person to kick out of the Baja California Crusher...but it just wasn’t enough.” “And what makes this absolutely perfect is this is exactly how ELM said it would go down.” King happily adds. “If Danny had belted him with the chair earlier in this match, he would still be World Champion. It was his ridiculous ideals of bravery and honor that cost him the World Title tonight. The fans cost Danny Williams the World Title.” LDP’s too tired, too despondent to argue. He can’t take his eyes off of the unsettling sight in front of him, of Magnifico clutching the World Title close to his chest, staining it with his blood and tears. Right beneath him, Danny lays motionless, not having even flinched since the three count. He bravely put up a fantastic fight, one worthy of Genesis’ Main Event. The match was nearly his at several points. But it just isn’t his night. It’s Magnifico’s. And he’s loving every second of it. FADE OUT

I love New York City Oh yeah, New York City I love New York City Oh yeah, New York City There's a blimp, high above New York City. It moves lazily, you know, kinda relaxing... it's how blimps do. But we quickly pan down to the streets of New York! The lights, the crowd outside of Madison Square Garden, and the marquee, displaying its wonderful red message... ONE NIGHT ONLY: SWF GENESIS VI! Run it over, run them out Knock your block, or tearing your doubt Puzzled, Dangerous creeps around! BLAM! The Axe Bomber viciously connects, sending the junior heavyweight flipping backwards like a gymnast! Move on corners, move around Talk no talk, breaking you down From his knees, Williams cradles the belt to his chest, staring at it in disbelief. It doesn’t seem real to him. This moment has been an accumulation of a year long struggle, an apex he thought he would never reach again as he spiraled into oblivion last year. We are a corporation Landon Maddix, Jay Hawke, and JJ Johnson, a lone spotlight shining in the middle of the three of them. We are a company TORU, KOJI, Natasha, and Chris Card, arms folded in front of the Empire State Building. We cut high, but we're cuttin high anyway Bruce Blank, knocking Martin Hunt out with the Blank Bomb. We are your mother's father Inexplicably, a shot of the Masked Man appears. We are your fighter friend Danny Williams, the World Heavyweight Championship draped gracefully over his shoulder. It never started and it wont end El Luchadore Magnifico, sneering, the Mexican flag clenched in one hand. I love New York City Oh yeah, New York City I love New York City Oh yeah, New York City Broken faces, burnt and bent The Crimson Skull, military pressing Scott Pretzler over the top rope through a table! Deal off Sake Mist in the face of Landon Maddix! Ride on nothin', ride your head Jay Hawke, trapping Zyon in the Wing Span! Got no fear, sayin' not said And Zyon, the Unique Youth, ascending the top rope... We are a population Todd Cortez, with the Riot Act Plus on JJ Johnson through a car windshield! We are a factory Marcus Ward and Bruce Blank with the Conspiracy Collapse on KOJI Kitano! We don't do, but we never did anyway El Luchadore Magnifico, with Dia de los Muertos on Johnny Dangerous! We are your mother's father Marcus Ward, tripping over a pothole and landing in the soaking-wet asphalt. We are your fighter friend Todd Cortez and Megan Skye, in a loving embrace. It never started and it wont end Danny Williams and El Luchadore Magnifico, staring each other down. I love New York City Oh yeah, New York City I love New York City Oh yeah, New York City! SWF GENESIS VI The Undiscovered Country A Riot Act, Superior One, Red Boobies Production

"And when you order this twelve-volume set, you receive this tiny radio transmitter absolutely free!” enthusiastically exclaims one Nathaniel Kibagami. “Perfect for implanting into the skull of anybody whose every whim you wish to control. So, order Evil Cults and You: How to Most Efficiently Brainwash and Seduce the Weak and Stupid today! You won’t be sorry!” Kibagami’s smiling visage is wiped from the screen, and replaced with darkness. Just as the home audience begins to wonder if their cable went out… “I LOVE NEW YORK CITY!!” The program suddenly and surprisingly cuts to a shot of the inside of Madison Square Garden, packed to the brim with nearly twenty thousand of the most raucous, most excited wrestling fans you will ever see. Despite having been at the show for hours now, they maintain their ridiculous level of energy, cheering and shouting as the camera pans over them and Andrew W.K.’s “I Love New York City” blasts over the Garden’s PA. After a few seconds of this, the shot cuts to the soothing image of Londogger Pete and The Suicide King, who sit behind their announce desk, decked out in their rented tuxedos for the occasion. “And welcome back to SWF Genesis VI, ladies and gentlemen!” Pete excitedly welcomes back the home audience, having to shout above the overwhelming crowd noise that surrounds him. “This has been one hell of a Pay-Per-View, deserving of the name Genesis! Wouldn’t you agree, King?” “Even I, the SWF’s resident cynical asshole, can’t deny that this has been an amazing show, Pete.” King affirms, a cheerful grin painted across his face. “To begin with, three young whippersnappers battled it out to win the Number One Contendership to the World Title in a match that, in my opinion, displayed the bright future of the SWF for all to see. After that, Wild and Dangerous defended their Tag Titles against the unconventional yet very large and very weird team of Ghost Machine and The Crimson Skull.” “Then it was TORU taking on Marcus Ward, in an attempt to regain some of the pride TKO lost when they fell against the team of Ward and Bruce Blank.” Pete continues. “Speaking of which, Blank defended his Hardcore Championship shortly afterwards, engaging JJ Johnson in an absolutely brutal match within the confines of FAO Schwartz.” “Following that was a refreshingly conventional match, as Jay Hawke took on that young up-and-coming spot monkey, Zyon, for the International Title.” King adds. “Afterwards was the grudge match of the year, as Landon Maddix and Todd Cortez collided in the center of the ring to put their issues to rest once and for all. And, of course, just minutes ago, we saw the return to the ring of Tom Flesher, your hero and mine, as he did battle with insubordinate asshole Spike Jenkins.” “It’s all led up to this.” LDP proudly states. “The Main Event. Arguably the biggest match of the entire year. Danny Williams defending his World Heavyweight Title against El Luchadore Magnifico.” “The trouble between these two started back during the informal Triple-Champ Challenge that we stupidly gave away on free TV.” King expands. “During that match, Magnifico cleverly worked over Danny’s arm until it was barely useable, only for Williams to still land the Axe Bomber and put him down for the three count.” “ELM went through something of a transformation shortly after that.” Pete grimly notes. “His entire attitude changed. Magnifico became disgusted with the fans, who he claimed turned their back on him after the tough time he’d had since his return. And, amazingly enough, his new outlook has really worked for him; ELM has yet to rack up a loss since his turn.” “It was on the Storm right after Ground Zero that ELM challenged Danny to a second match, claiming rightly that he was holding himself back before and that he was ready for Williams now.” King continues. “Danny initially didn’t accept. This led to Magnifico attacking Williams, and Williams later attacking ELM, and Danny finally accepting the challenge.” “But a strange thing happened after Danny accepted Mag’s challenge.” Pete states, smiling. “He won the World Title from Johnny Dangerous. On the show after that, Storm, Dangerous came out and demanded his rematch right then and there, only to have ELM refute his claim, saying that he was next in line for a shot at Danny, regardless of the situation. Mysterious SWF Executive Joseph Peters settled the matter by booking a Number One Contender’s Match between the two, under Hardcore Rules no less.” “Magnifico won the match when he drove Johnny’s skull straight into exposed concrete with La Dia de Los Muertros.” Chuckles King, happily reliving the memory. “But ELM didn’t escape undamaged. Johnny worked his ribs over throughout the entire match, at one point driving Magnifico’s body into the same concrete with the Spinal Explosion.” “And on last week’s Smarkdown, Johnny and ELM met again, and Magnifico was once again victorious.” Pete adds. “But Magnifico suffered further damage to his ribs throughout the match. It’s unknown what condition he’s in tonight. Meanwhile, Danny appears to be one hundred percent. It’ll be interesting to see how the ELM’s last two matches will play into tonight’s contest.” “Well, now that we’ve got the backstory taken care of, how about a little analysis of the match the backstory is for?” King suggests. “Brought to you, of course, by the Pepsi Max © Tale of the Tape!” DANNY WILLIAMS HEIGHT: 71 INCHES WEIGHT: 265 POUNDS FINISHER: AXE BOMBER LAST FIVE: 5-0-0 ACCOMPLISHMENTS Four Time World Heavyweight Champ (Federation Record) Two Time US Champ One Time ICTV Champ EL LUCHADORE MAGNIFICO HEIGHT: 71 INCHES WEIGHT: 210 POUNDS FINISHERS: LA DIA DE LOS MUERTOS BAJA CALIFORNIA CRUSHER LAST FIVE: 3-0-2 ACCOMPLISHMENTS Three Time World Heavyweight Champ Held World Title for 209 Combined Days (Federation Record) Five Time Light-Heavyweight Champ (Federation Record) One Time Tag Team Champ POWER ADVANTAGE: Danny Williams LEVERAGE ADVANTAGE: Danny Williams SPEED ADVANTAGE: El Luchadore Magnifico EXPERIENCE ADVANTAGE: El Luchadore Magnifico TECHNICAL ADVANTAGE: Danny Williams HOT/COLD: PUSH OVERALL ADVANTAGE: Danny Williams “As you can see from their respective accomplishments, these are two, dare I say it, legendary competitors.” Pete states after the graphic’s been on the screen for a few seconds. “These are two of the greatest competitors in SWF History, at the top of their game, competing for the richest prize in all of wrestling. You’ll understand why I’m DAMN excited about this match.” “Cool your jets, Pete.” King rolls his eyes. “You could at least wait until the match starts before blowing your load in your tacky rented tuxedo pants.” Pete stares at King. “At least I had the common sense to take rental tag off of mine, King.” “…rassafrassafrassarassa…” grumbles King as he struggles to pull the tag off of the back of his collar. LDP rolls his eyes. “In any case, it looks like we’re ready to go. So, let’s hand it over to Funyon and get this potentially amazing contest started!” The camera immediately cuts to Funyon, who stands in the middle of the ring, beaming with pride at contributing his small part to the show. Slowly, dramatically, he brings the microphone to his lips and addresses the live audience. “Ladies and gentlemen!” Funyon bellows. “The following contest is tonight’s Main Event, and it is for the SWF World Heavyweight Title!” “RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” The fans cheer for this announcement with appropriate exuberance, but are quickly sobered when the lights throughout the arena are suddenly cut out. Knowing in advance what this signals, every man, woman, and child in attendance immediately begins to boo, wanting to let their displeasure be heard throughout the world. “HEY HEY!” *BOOOOOOOOOOMMM!!* “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Atake FDD’s “Tu Final” finally hits the speakers, accompanied by a burst of red, white, and green pyro that explodes upwards from the stage. A moment later, El Luchadore Magnifico, illuminated by a single spotlight, bursts out from the pyro-induced smoke, holding two Mexican flags. Their poles crossed across ELM’s chest, the flags flap gracefully behind the luchadore as he quickly strides down the ramp, his eyes focused on the ring and nothing else. He hears none of the hatred directed towards him. There is nothing in his mind but thoughts of defeating Danny Williams, of taking his Title, of showing Danny that he is wrong. That he is weak. “Introducing first, from Mexico City, Mexico, weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds…” Funyon introduces, shouting over the din of the live audience, “EL LUCHADOOOOOOOOOOOOORE MAGNIFICOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” Magnifico reaches the ring and rolls beneath its bottom rope, holding the flags close to his body. Once inside, he pops to his feet and steps into the center of the squared circle, where he pauses and looks out over the crowd, a determined scowl painted across his face. Suddenly, Magnifico thrusts both flags high into the air, crossing them above his head as the lights are suddenly turned back on throughout the arena. As he observes the now-visible crowd, a small smile creeps across the luchadore’s lips. He’s very happy. And why shouldn’t he be? What he will do tonight will represent everything he believes in. He’ll raise the World Title high above his head, and they’ll see. They’ll all see. Tonight is a night for celebration. “This is Magnifico’s one and only chance.” King states. “Not only his chance to win the World Title, but to prove to Danny Williams and the rest of the world that he is right and that they are wrong. His motivation is retribution, pure and simple.” “Very true, King.” Pete adds. “Ever since his change in attitude, he’s been fighting to prove that he’s better than he’s ever been. More recently, he’s tried to convince Danny Williams that the fans are holding him back, as they once did to him. Now is his best and only chance to prove himself.” ELM hands his flags to the referee and retires to a corner, where he begins his pre-match preparation. His eyes locked on the entrance stage, Magnifico stretches out every part of his body, wincing for a brief second while extending his upper body. He quickly hides his pain with a cheerful smile, though, not wanting to give anyone for a second the impression that he’s less than one hundred percent. It’s just then the the gentle bass line of In Flames’ “Jester’s Dance” begins to bounce its way over the speakers. “RAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” “DAN-E! DAN-E! DAN-E!” At once and as one, every fan in attendance leaps to their feet, cheering and chanting the name of their hero, the man who they know, without a doubt, will emerge victorious tonight. Their excitement reaches a fever pitch and comes to a head when the man himself, Danny Williams, strides through the curtain and onto the entrance stage, right in time with the heroic power chords blasting over the Garden’s PA. The pop the fans release upon seeing Williams, World Title wrapped around his waist, is legendary in its magnitude, shaking the foundations of Madison Square Garden to their roots. Curious commuters at Grand Central look up, wondering what the hell that massive roar above them could be. Bathed in flashbulb light from all sides, Danny confidently makes his way dfown the ramp, his eyes locked with Magnifico’s and vice versa. They focus on each other and nothing else. There’s nothing else in the world right now. “And now, from Louisville, Kentucky, weighing in two hundred and sixty five pounds...he is the SWF World Heavyweight Champion...” Funyon pauses for dramatic effect. “DAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNN-EEEEEEEE WIIIIILLLLLLLLIAMSSSSSSS!!” Williams reaches the ring and climbs onto its apron. He grabs the top rope and vaults over it, pulling himself into the ring and drawing another wave of cheers from the crowd in the process. Once inside, his attention returns to the luchadore, staring coldly at him across the ring. His gaze is maintained as he slowly unwraps the title around his waist. Williams detaches the belt and slowly raises it in front of him, as if to say, “You want this? Come and get it.” The smile on Magnifico’s face grows larger by the second as he stares longingly at the title, the thing he wants more than anything else in the world. It’s so close he can taste it. Danny’s expression remains unchanged as he observes the luchadore. This match is every bit of important to him as it is to Magnifico. He knows he cannot let ELM win. He won’t let this disgusting, deplorable man continue to spout his nonsense. The title will not be his. “Ah, just feel the tension.” King warmly offers. “The hatred Danny feels for Magnifico is almost matched by ELM’s unquenchable desire of the World Title. They have their own reasons, but both men are joined in their desire to rip each other apart.” “There’s nothing stopping them now.” LDP expands. “Danny and ELM will leave every bit of themselves out there in the ring, give their all in this match. For both men, this is one of the biggest matches in their career. They’re going to act like it.” Danny eventually hands his belt over to the ref, who steps into the center of the ring and thrusts the belt high above his head. That draws a pop of its own from the audience, which nearly drowns out the bell as it’s rung by the timekeeper. DING DING DING And, as simply as that, it begins. The fans continue to cheer as the rings emanating from the timekeeper’s station echo throughout the Garden. But looking at Danny and ELM, you wouldn’t be able to tell it had rung at all. They maintain their positions for several seconds; Danny staring coldly at the luchadore, Magnifico returns the intimidating glare with a unsettling grin. “...c’mon, someone do something already!” King suddenly cries, annoyed. “Christ, if I wanted to see tons of stalling and non-action, I would have watched a Jay Hawke match.” “You did watch a Jay Hawke match.” Pete shoots back. “You were giddy when he was beating up that ‘goddamn spot monkey’, Zyon.” “Haha, yeah, that was pretty great.” King chuckles. After what seems like an eternity, Magnifico and Williams break their stances and begin to slowly circle one another around the ring. Keeping their eyes locked on each other, ELM and Danny gradually approach the center of the ring and one another. Finally, once they’re within reach of each other, Danny lunges at the luchadore, looking to lock him up in the center of the ring. However, Magnifico manages to duck beneath Williams’ outstretched arms and spin behind him, quickly locking Danny in a Rear Waistlock as he does so. ELM isn’t able to keep him in that for long, though. Danny quickly breaks free of Magnifico’s hold and spins behind him, locking the luchadore in a Rear Waistlock of his own. Before ELM has a chance to break free, Danny abruptly lifts him into the air and slams him chest first into the mat. Magnifico winces in pain as his upper body receives an unwelcome blow, but soon has other matters to worry about when Danny floats over and quickly locks ELM into a Side Headlock on the mat. “Danny starting off with some mat wrestling, an area in which Magnifico is not particularly skilled.” Pete reports. “It’d be in his best interest to not let Williams continue this trend, as Danny has the ability to wear ELM down very quickly in that manner.” Williams wrenches away at Magnifico’s neck for a few moments until the luchadore begins pushing himself to his feet, Danny maintaing the Headlock as he does so. When ELM reaches his feet, he takes his elbow jabs it into Williams’ side, looking to break free of the Headlock. After landing a few shots, Danny’s grip weakens enough for Magnifico to break free and make a run for the ropes. He bounces off of said ropes and charges back towards Danny, who greets the luchadore by driving his elbow forward, aiming it right at ELM’s forehead. Magnifico manages to dodge beneath the elbow, though, and continues to run. He bounces off of the ropes behind Williams, charging back towards Danny as he spins to face the luchadore. Right after bounding off the ropes, Magnifico leaps into the air and kicks his feet out, looking to slam them into Williams’ head with a Running Dropkick! He acts a bit hastily, however, as Danny has time to swat away Magnifico’s feet and counter the dropkick, leaving ELM to fall unceremoniously to the canvas. Before Magnifico can get back to his feet, Williams immediately falls to the mat and applies a Chinlock, pulling away at ELM’s neck and doing his best to wear him down. The ref slides in front of the luchadore and asks if he wants to submit, receiving a quick and annoyed “NO!” as his answer. “Well, so much for that.” Pete shrugs. “Magnifico’s attempt at a Running Dropkick is easily countered by Danny and reversed into a Chinlock.” “A minor setback.” King assures his commentary partner. “Mags will let Danny have his fun with his weak little holds before getting serious and putting Williams in his place.” Magnifico struggles under Danny’s grip for a few moments before grabbing his legs and suddenly turning to one side, pulling Williams over with him and pinning his back to the mat! ELM arches his back immediately after pinning Williams, creating a bridge of sorts that Danny struggles wildly to escape as the ref slides into position and begins counting. ONE! TWO-No! Danny kicks out right at two and scrambles back to his feet. Magnifico has to fall out of his bridge before he can climb back to his feet, giving Williams a half-second advantage in standing. As such, when ELM stands, Williams is ready and waiting with a stiff Elbow Strike, which he delivers directly to Magnifico’s forehead! Stunned, ELM stumbles away from Danny, collapsing back-first into the turnbuckles of a nearby corner. Williams strides up to the luchadore and delivers a few quick elbows to Magnifico’s face, stunning ELM enough to effortlessly pull him out of the corner and whip him across the ring. Magnifico charges across the ring and towards the opposite corner, Danny running only a couple steps behind him. ELM turns and crashes back-first into the corner, just in time to see Danny bearing down on him! Williams doesn’t get a chance to do whatever he planned on doing, though, as Magnifico suddenly throws his elbow into the air, slamming it into Danny’s face with a comparatively weak but still effective elbow strike! Danny stumbles backwards, but before he can go too far, ELM quickly steps to his side and ties Williams’ ankles up with his feet. Magnifico then falls forward, tripping Williams in the process with a Drop Toe Hold! Normally, that wouldn’t be anything to be worried about, but in this case Williams’ forehead is driven right into the middle turnbuckle of the corner Magnifico just escaped from! Danny’s skull bounces off of said turnbuckle in mid-fall, causing a stunned Williams to cradle his head in pain as he hits the canvas. “Beautiful counter from Magnifico! Well done!” King exclaims. “Very smart move to use a Drop Toe Hold right in front of the corner.” “ELM makes his first bit of offense in the match count.” Pete affirms. “Now, if he’s smart, he won’t let up on Danny and continue to work on the head and neck area. He’ll need to utilize any advantage he might make for himself if he wants to win this match.” As if hearing LDP from within the ring, Magnifico pops back to his feet and immediately begins stomping away at Danny’s neck, drawing a wave of annoyed boos from the capacity crowd. Rising through the stomps, Danny begins pushing himself back to his feet, reaching his hands and knees before ELM grabs him by the arm and pulls him the rest of the way. Magnifico then uses his grip to try and whip Danny across the ring, only to have Williams reverse it and send ELM rushing towards the far ropes. Magnifico bounces off of said ropes and charges back towards Danny, who grabs the luchadore as he approaches and hoists him high into the air! Extending his arms completely above his head, Williams puts Magnifico on display for the entire arena to see, eliciting a wave of cheers in anticipation of the Press Slam! However, ELM seems bent on disappointing the live audience, as he manages to wriggle out of Danny’s grip and fall on his feet behind him! On the way down, Magnifico wraps his arm around Danny’s head, capturing Williams in a Rear Waistlock as his feet hit the ground! A split-second later, ELM kicks his feet out and falls onto his stomach, pulling Danny down with him and driving the back of his head into the canvas with a Reverse DDT! Disappointed boos pour in from the crowd as Magnifico quickly floats onto Danny and makes the pin, hooking the leg as the ref slides into position and begins counting. ONE! TWO! No! Danny easily kicks out right after two, drawing some hopeful cheers and applause from the live audience. “In a matter of seconds, we see Danny’s one glaring flaw on display.” King states, shaking his head disapprovingly. “Instead of just executing the Press Slam, Williams had to suck a little cheap heat out of the audience and get them to cheer his actions. Mark my words, any hesitation on his part will cost him this match.” “At least, that’s what Magnifico would like to have us think.” Pete shoots back, rolling his eyes. “It’s one mistake at the very beginning of the match. You’ll excuse me if I don’t believe it shows how the rest of the contest will go.” ELM rolls off of Danny and quickly climbs back to his feet. Once there, Magnifico delivers a few quick stomps to Danny’s neck and face before grabbing Williams by the hair and arm and pulling him to his feet. Once Danny’s on his feet, ELM throws him back first into a nearby corner, which a somewhat dazed Williams leisurely leans up against. Magnifico then draws his arm back, drives it forward, and… CHOP! *SMACK* “WHOOOOOO!!” Twenty thousand New Yorkers “whoo” despite themselves as Magnifico slices into Danny’s chest with a vicious Knife-Edge Chop! Grinning to himself, ELM pulls his arm back again and… CHOP! *SMACK* “WHOOOOOOO!!” Williams seems to be reeling after the second chop…but quickly cuts the act, as he suddenly steps forward and lashes his arm out, slamming it into Magnifico’s chest and delivering a Chop of his own! *SMACK* “WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” Magnifico cries out in pain, turning and stumbling away from Danny as he confidently strides out of the corner. After a second, ELM turns back towards Williams, only for Danny to throw his arm out once more and slice it into Magnifico’s already-glowing chest with another Chop! *SMACK* “WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” ELM is literally knocked backwards by the force of the blow and is forced to go on the retreat. He shambles away from Danny and collapses into the ropes on the other side of the ring, doing so as Williams allows himself to smile at Magnifico’s pain and at the crowd’s joyous reaction. “Haha, that’s a lesson Magnifico would have done well to learn from their last contest.” Pete laughs. “Nobody outchops Danny Williams. Not nobody, no how.” “Great, so he’s got the one advantage over Magnifico.” King grumbles. “Who cares?” “Well, if you wanna get it into it, Danny’s also stronger, has more stamina, and is much tougher to put down for the three count.” Pete thoughtfully adds. “Shall I go on, or-?” “That’s quite enough, thanks.” King snaps, annoyed. With one hand on his stinging chest and his lungs doing their best to pull in any nearby oxygen, Magnifico turns around so that he’s reclining back-first against the ropes. Danny takes that as his cue to suddenly sprint across the ring and charge at the luchadore, bearing down on him with terrifying speed as the fans begin to cheer in anticipation! But as Danny approaches, elbow reared back for his famous Rolling Elbow, Magnifico suddenly bends over, grabbing Williams by the leg as he does so! ELM then stands up, using every bit of his strength to hoist Danny up and over the top rope! Williams unceremoniously tumbles to the floor, landing hard on the barely-covered concrete as the fans’ reaction quickly switches to disappointed boos. “That’s more like it!” King cries. “That’s twice that Magnifico has taken advantage of a blind charge from Williams. Danny’s going to need to learn to think his attacks through a little bit if he wants to keep that from happening again.” ELM remains on the ropes after Danny hits the floor, still shaking off the effects of Williams’ Knife-Edge Chops. It’s only when Magnifico catches sight of Danny beginning to climb to his feet that ELM pushes himself off of the ropes. Magnifico suddenly breaks into a run shortly after doing so, charging across the ring and bouncing off of the ropes furthest from Danny! As the ref begins his count, ELM then rushes back across the mat, sprinting at Williams at top speed just as Danny is reaching his feet! ONE! Danny looks up and towards the ring just in time to see Magnifico leap through the middle and top ropes, his body a human missile aimed directly at Danny Williams! But right before he can execute the Suicide Dive, Danny suddenly reaches up and grabs Magnifico, snatching him out of the air to the surprise of the luchadore! In one swift motion, Williams then spins around and falls to the floor, holding Magnifico in front of him and slamming the luchadore’s back into the floor with a Powerslam! A mighty cheer rises from the audience, not only for the reversal, but for seeing Magnifico cry out and arch his back in pain after Danny lands the Powerslam. TWO! “What a counter from Danny Williams!” Pete excitedly shouts. “With a small fraction of a second to work with, Danny reverses Magnifico’s Suicide Dive into a Powerslam on the outside! ELM could have definitely done without that brutal blow to his upper body.” “Of course, as if to spite me, Magnifico goes right out and does what I was just berating Danny for doing.” King adds, irritated. “It would have been a much better move to simply roll to the outside and continue to wear him down. But noooooooo.” After a moment’s rest, Danny grabs Magnifico by the air and stands up, pulling the luchadore to his feet as he does so. Williams then leads ELM over to a nearby corner post and unceremoniously drives Magnifico’s head forward, slamming his forehead directly into the unforgiving steel! Danny maintains his grip after the blow and practically drags ELM over to the next corner, where he drives Magnifico forward once more and slams his skull into steel post again! Stunned by the set of blows, ELM falls to one knee, only to have Danny violently jerk him back to his feet and pull the luchadore into a Front Headlock! Williams then effortlessly lifts Magnifico into the air, holding him perpendicular to the ground as anticipatory cheers pour in from every part of the arena. THREE! As if to prove a point, Danny keeps Magnifico in the air for several seconds, allowing several pints of blood to rush to his head…before finally falling backwards, driving ELM’s back into the floor with a Stalling Vertical Suplex! Magnifico arches his back and shouts in pain and frustration as Danny slowly sits up, looking more vindicated than anything else. “Danny letting off a little of the frustration he’s incurred in the beginning of this match, as he literally beats Magnifico pillar to post before slamming him into the floor with a Stalling Vertical Suplex.” Pete reports. “You think he’s angry now?” King questions, crossing his arms defiantly. “Wait till Magnifico pins him right in the center of the ring for that World Title. That’ll be some roid rage worth watching, right there.” Danny grabs ELM by the hair and stands up, pulling the lifeless luchadore to his feet in the process. Williams rolls Magnifico beneath the bottom rope and onto the ring, before rolling in himself and covering the luchadore. As the fans continue to cheer, Danny hooks the leg, doing so as the ref slides into position and begins counting. ONE! TWO! No! Magnifico gets a shoulder up at two and a half, quickly quieting much of the audience. Undeterred, Danny quickly gets back to his feet, only to hit the mat once again when he extends his elbow and falls forward, driving the extended appendage directly into ELM’s chest with a quick Elbow Drop. This time, Danny grabs Magnifico’s arm before standing up, pulling ELM to his feet as he stands. Williams begins to whip the luchadore…before suddenly jerking Magnifico back towards him and lashing his arm out, looking to land an undoubtedly-stiff Short-Arm Clothesline! However, to Danny’s surprise, Magnifico manages to duck beneath his outstretched arm and spin behind Williams, locking him in a Rear Waistlock as he does so! Before Danny has a chance to break free, Magnifico lifts Williams into the air and falls backwards as if for a German Suplex! However, the back of Danny’s neck hits the top rope on the way down and bounces off of it! Magnifico uses the springboard effect to keep Williams in mid-air as he spins around and finally falls onto his back, slamming the back of Danny’s head and neck into the canvas as he does so! A wave of annoyed boos pours in from the crowd as Williams flops onto his belly, virtually motionless, while Magnifico lays right next to him, his chest heaving as he stares blankly up at the Garden’s lights. “Holy damn, I’m not sure what to even call that.” Pete confesses, impressed. “I guess it’d be a Rope-Assisted Spinning German Suplex.” “Call it whatever you want, it doesn’t change the fact that it was DAMN effective.” King happily states. “Magnifico counters Danny’s frankly ridiculous attempt at a Short-Arm Lariat and reassumes control of the match, much to the delight of me.” ELM rests for a moment, taking the time he needs to shake off the beating Williams gave him a minute ago. Eventually, he begins pushing himself to his feet, doing so while Danny stirs but remains on the mat beneath him. Magnifico gets to his feet and observes that Williams has begun working his way to his. Upon seeing this, ELM takes a few steps backwards, leaning into the ropes behind him. He springs off of the ropes and takes a few quick steps towards Danny, doing so just as Williams is reaching his hands and knees. The moment Danny looks up is the very insant that Magnifico hops into the air and kicks his feet out, slamming them into Williams’ face with a Dropkick! The fans release a concerned OHHHH! and a wave of angry boos as Danny immediately falls back to the canvas, hands over his face. Grinning to himself, Magnifico crawls over to Danny and turns him onto his back, before covering Williams and hooking his leg. The ref slides into position and begins counting, doing so as the fans grow louder and angrier in their booing. ONE! TWO! No! Danny kicks out after two. His smile only wavering slightly, Magnifico rolls off of Williams and grabs him by the arm, pulling Danny to his feet as he stands. “Damn, Magnifico just blasted Danny in the face with that Dropkick!” King gleefully reports. “ELM’s on cruise control now. It’s just a matter of time until the pinfall is his.” “Gimme a break, King.” Pete counters. “Danny’s arguably the toughest competitor in the entire federation. It’ll take a little more than a German Suplex and a Dropkick to break his spirit.” Once both men are on their feet, ELM uses his grip to try and whip Danny, figuring that Williams will be dazed enough for him to get the move off for once. Unfortunately for him, he’s wrong, as Danny manages to reverse it and send Magnifico rushing across the ring. ELM bounces off of the far ropes and rushes back towards Danny. As Magnifico springs off of the ropes, Williams suddenly charges towards him and drives his knee forward, slamming it into ELM’s gut while running! Magnifico flips over Danny’s knee and falls to the mat, doubling over in pain as he crashes to the canvas. Without missing a beat, Williams immediately steps to ELM’s side and kicks him square in the ribs, eliciting a cry of agony from the luchadore and turning him onto his stomach. His face cold and expressionless, Williams steps onto the back of Magnifico’s knees and locks ELM’s ankles behind his legs. Danny then reaches down, grabs ELM’s arms, and suddenly rears his body backwards and into a sitting position, locking Magnifico into an Elevated Sufrboard Stretch to the great delight of the crowd! Magnifico practically screams in pain as Williams stretches out his body, viciously pulling apart his damaged ribs with the Stretch! “Danny locks in the Elevated Surfboard Stretch!” Pete unnecessarily reports. “ELM is in deep trouble here, as the Stretch is extending his body and putting tons of stress on his damaged ribs!” “It looks bad now, I admit.” King quietly says. “But doesn’t this seem a bit unlike Danny? He usually does not target an opponent’s weak spot. He finds it beneath him, I guess.” “That’s a good point, King.” Pete thoughtfully adds. “But are you suggesting-“ “Yes. Magnifico is getting to him.” King interrupts. “Danny’s coming to the realization that ELM is a match for him. That if he wants to win, he’ll drop the pretense of valor and bravery and attack Magnifico ruthlessly. And that’s EXACTLY what ELM wanted..” The referee kneels in front of ELM and asks him if he wants to submit, only to receive a shouted “NO!” and a scream of pain in response. Behind him, Danny grits his teeth and pulls back as hard as he can on Magnifico’s arms, stretching the luchadore’s body to its very limits as the bloodthirsty audience cheers with deafening volume in anticipation of a submission. ELM realizes that he’s going to have to do something quick, before the Stretch tears his body completely apart. He sees that the ropes are about a foot in front of him, but Magnifico can barely move his body. A rope break’s out of the question. After a second of thought, ELM begins to rock his body back and forth, pulling and pushing a confused Danny Williams along with him. Magnifico eventually builds up enough momentum to roll onto his stomach, pulling Danny forward and above him! As he rolls, Magnifico breaks his hands free and uses his momentum to send Williams flying forward and through the bottom and middle ropes! The fans release an impressed and surprised OHHHH! as Danny is tossed through the ropes and spills to the outside, landing awkwardly on the unforgiving floor. Back in the ring, Magnifico curls up into a fetal position and takes deep, ragged breaths, struggling to deal with the pain that racks his entire upper body. “Yeah! There we go!” King cries, pleased. “Fantastic reversal from Magnifico to not only break free of the Surfboard Stretch but to send Danny tumbling to the outside!” “A great counter to be sure, but the damage has been done.” Pete replies in a sobering tone. “Danny had that submission in for a quite a while; he might have done enough damage to ELM’s already-injured ribs to garner a submission should he lock the Stretch in once more.” After a few seconds, both men begin to push themselves back to their feet; Magnifico, with a hand on his throbbing ribs, and Danny, shaking off the nasty, unexpected fall he just took. In the midst of this, the ref begins to count Danny out. ONE! Both men rise at about the same rate, and reach their feet at virtually the same time. When Magnifico stands, he turns away from Danny and takes a step or two away from him. Seeing an opening with which to re-enter the ring, Williams climbs up onto the apron, stopping the ref’s count as he does so. However, before Danny’s even done climbing, Magnifico suddenly sidesteps back towards him and throws his foot into the air, slamming it into Williams’ chin with a Superkick! Danny is knocked clear off his feet and easily off of the apron, doing so as a surprised, disappointed OHHHH! rises from the capacity crowd! Williams falls flat on his back on the thinly-covered floor, causing Danny to arch his back and cry out in pain as he lands. Back in the ring, Magnifico leans over the top rope and looks out at Danny, his hair over his face and a pained but pleased smile playing on his lips. As the fans begin to mercilessly boo the luchadore, ELM hits the apron and rolls to the outside, doing so as the ref begins his count once more. ONE! “An impeccably timed Superkick from Magnifico sends Danny flying back to the outside!” King gleefully reports. “I’m wondering why ELM is heading to the outside, though; it’s clear to me that the awesome force of the kick would be enough to keep Williams on the outside for at least the ten count.” “Meanwhile, everyone who’s not insane realizes that it was a well-timed kick that keeps Magnifico in control of the match, but that ELM needs to keep his attack on and not allow Danny any breathing room.” Pete explains. “Right. What’d I say?” King earnestly asks. Magnifico hits the floor and walks over to Danny, who’s begun to push himself to his feet. ELM watches him reach his hands and his feet…and then suddenly drops an elbow on the back of Williams’ neck! Danny immediately drops back to the floor as the nearby fans vigorously curse and boo the luchadore. Pointedly ignoring him, ELM heads over to the nearby steel steps, hoists them into the air, and brings them back over to near where Danny is, dropping them to the floor with a resounding CLANG! TWO! Williams begins pushing himself to his feet once more, but this time Magnifico is more than happy to help him the rest of the way. ELM’s intentions seem less than honorable, though, as he drives his knee directly into Danny’s gut the second he’s on his feet! Williams falls to one knee, but isn’t in that position for long as Magnifico pulls Danny into a Standing Head-Scissors in front of the stairs. ELM carefully steps onto the second step of the stairs, pulling Danny up with him. The fans directly behind Williams begins to boo even louder in anticipation of what’s about to happen, crowding the guardrail and cursing out Magnifico with all the anger they can muster. THREE! “It looks like Magnifico is going to drive Danny’s skull into those stairs with a Sitting Piledriver!” Pete reports, slightly panicked. “Oof. ELM better be careful.” King adds. “It’s hard dragging two hundred and sixty five pounds of dead weight back into the ring for the pinfall.” Magnifico takes a moment to observe and smile at the crowd’s reaction before bending over and wrapping his arms around Danny’s stomach, ready to execute the Piledriver. But the second he does that, Williams grabs the luchadore’s legs and suddenly stands up, hurling Magnifico over his head with a Back Body Drop! ELM flips forward in mid-air, but his flight is suddenly cut off when his back crashes directly into the guardrail, leaving his legs hanging into the crowd and his head hanging over the floor as he screams in agony! A mighty cheer rises from the crowd as ELM slides off of the rail and falls to the floor, where he immediately curls his injured body up into a fetal position. FOUR! “Jeez! Danny backdrops his way out of the Piledriver, causing Magnifico to crash back-first into the steel guardrail!” Pete winces. “If ELM wasn’t injured before, that right there would put him over the edge.” Danny turns and sits down on the steel stairs’ top step, resting for a moment while observing ELM writhe in pain in the floor. After a second, Williams walks off of the steps, grabs Magnifico by the hair, and pulls him to his feet. Danny then rolls ELM into the ring, rolls in right after him, and covers the luchadore, much to the delight of the live audience. The ref slides into position and begins counting as Danny hooks the leg. ONE! TWO! THR-No! Magnifico throws the foot of his free leg on the bottom rope, breaking the pin attempt. The ref points this out to a confused and annoyed Danny, who utters a quiet curse before grabbing ELM by the hair and standing up, roughly pulling the luchadore to his feet in the process. “Smart move from Magnifico to use the ropes there.” King notes. “His entire upper body must be racked with pain, and even throwing a shoulder up would only aggravate his injuries further. He’s gotta make sure to use the ropes whenever he can from now on.” Once Magnifico is on his feet, Danny quickly cracks him in the face with a stiff elbow, knocking the luchadore backwards and into a corner. ELM slumps against the corner, but only gets a second’s rest as Danny grabs him by the waist and hoists the luchadore into the air, setting him on the top rope. Williams reaches up and delivers a quick right, knocking the luchadore’s head backwards and distracting him enough to put his legs behind the top rope. Danny then climbs up after Magnifico, reaching the top turnbuckle as fans all around the arena rise to their feet and begin to cheer in anticipation of whatever Williams has planned. Careful to keep both men’s balance, Williams stands ELM up on the top turnbuckle and pulls him into a Front Waistlock, signaling a Super Belly-to-Belly Suplex and drawing a massive pop from the capacity crowd! But before Danny can even attempt the Suplex, Magnifico suddenly throws his head forward, slamming it into Williams’ nose with a vicious Headbutt! Danny is stunned by the surprise blow, and receives another shock when Magnifico suddenly throws his knee upwards and into Williams’ gut! Danny’s grip around ELM’s waist weakens and is nearly relinquished. Scowling, Magnifico rears back and pops Danny in the face with a quick Uppercut, which now only breaks Williams’ hold but knocks him backwards and off of the top turnbuckle! The entire ring shakes violently as two hundred and sixty five pounds of Danny Williams crash back-first into the canvas, doing so as disappointed fans all around the arena shout disappointed boos. “No! Danny had it in mind to put ELM down with a Super Belly-to-Belly, but Magnifico was absolutely determined to break free!” Pete cries. “Magnifico sends the big lummox crashing to the mat, and he’s now in perfect position to end this once and for all!” King cheerfully adds. Breathing deeply, ELM looks down on Danny, the same determined scowl painted across his face. Suddenly, Magnifico turns towards the timekeeper’s stand, where his Mexican flag is being stood up. As twenty thousand New Yorkers curse and boo in anticipation, ELM proudly salutes his Mexican flag, his disgusted scowl turning to an expression of determined pride. Magnifico then turns back towards Danny and leaps off of the top tope, flipping backwards as he does so! Thousands of flashbulbs illuminate ELM’s descent, the cameras they belong to capturing him forever as he crashes violently into the mat, Danny having rolled out of the way just a split-second beforehand! The fans put down their cameras and cheer their little hearts out, relieved to see Williams avoid the Mexican Pride Press. “DAMN IT!” King curses. “He was THAT close to taking the title home and shutting these assholes up once and for all.” “Close, but not quite.” Pete adds, inwardly smiling. “What’s more, ELM’s miss is sure to have further aggravated his already-damaged ribs. It’s got to be a struggle for him to even breathe normally at this point.” “You can’t blame him for trying.” King snaps. “Magnifico was a half-second away from victory; it was worth the risk of further injury.” Immediately after crashing to the mat, ELM cries out in pain and cradles his ribs, the unbearable agony overtaking his body once more. Right next to him, Danny Williams lies flat on his back, his chest heaving as he takes a much-needed rest. After a second of this, Danny suddenly rolls towards ELM and pulls him onto his back, right before covering Magnifico and drawing a mighty cheer from the crowd in the process! The ref slides into position and begins counting as Williams lays lifeless on Magnifico’s unmoving body. ONE! TWO! THRRRRNNNOOOOO! ELM gets a shoulder up right before the three count, his face contorting in pain as he does so. “Magnifico kicks out, but you can see the terrible pain he’s suffering through.” Pete grimly notes. “The longer this contest goes on, the less chance ELM has of winning. He’s got to end this as soon as possible if he even wants a shot at defeating Danny.” Muttering something to himself, an irritated Danny Williams rolls off of Magnifico and begins to slowly climb his way to his feet. Once standing, Danny delivers a few quick stomps to ELM’s ribs, causing the luchadore to pathetically curl his body up in an attempt to block Williams’ kicks. Annoyed, Danny grabs Magnifico by the arm and roughly pulls him to his feet. Williams then uses his grip to whip ELM across the ring, sending him rushing towards the far ropes. Magnifico bounces off of said ropes and charges back towards Danny. As ELM approaches, Williams quickly spins his body and lashes out with his arm as if he were throwing a discus, aiming the loaded limb at Magnifico’s forehead with a Rolling Elbow! ELM stops dead in his tracks and throws his arm up, blocking the elbow mere centimeters from his face! Scowling at the pain that comes from Danny’s elbow bashing into one’s arm, Magnifico slams the hand on his free arm into Williams’ gut with an impressive right hook! Danny doubles over enough for ELM to pull him into a Front Headlock, and is stunned enough that Magnifico can grab and hook his with no resistance. Not pausing an instant, ELM immediately pulls Danny into the air, shouting in pain and frustration as his ribs screams at him for putting more stress on them. Magnifico then falls backwards, driving Danny’s skull into the canvas with the Barrio Buster! A wave of crestfallen boos pours in from the audience as Williams flops to the mat, virtually motionless. Magnifico lays right next to him, slightly doubled over and taking in deep, tattered breaths. “It might not have been the first thing on his mind, but ELM resumes his work on Danny’s head and neck with the Barrio Buster!” Pete reports. “Magnifico really needed that. If Williams had landed the Rolling Elbow, he would have been, to put it mildly, screwed.” “Well, he didn’t, so he’s not.” King sharply counters. “And what’s more, this is Magnifico’s chance to really wear down Danny’s neck, to make it so that either of ELM’s neck-based finishers will put him down for good.” ELM takes a few moments’ rest before beginning the long, painful trek to his feet. Magnifico slowly rises and stands, doing so just as Danny begins to stir a few feet away. Looking more exhausted than anything, Magnifico strides over to Williams and grabs him by the arm, listlessly pulling the big lug to his feet. ELM then uses his grip to whip Danny across the ring, actually managing to get it off for once. Williams kinda stumbles across the ring, still somewhat out of it, and bounces against the far ropes. Danny then explodes off of the ropes, charging towards the surprised luchadore and widening his eyes in fear! As he runs, Williams lashes out with his arm, aiming it right at Magnifico’s forehead! AXE BOMBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH… …misses! ELM just manages to duck beneath the lariat, Danny’s arm just grazing the very top of Magnifico’s head. Furious, Williams skids to a halt and spins to face the luchadore. The second Danny does so, Magnifico ties his ankles up with his feet, right before falling and tripping Williams up with a Drop Toe Hold! In mid-fall, ELM shoots his hands out and locks them around Danny’s face, locking in the Sangria Stretch to the great displeasure of the live audience! Angry, bitter boos ring out from every part of the arena as Magnifico yanks back on Williams’ head, pulling his neck apart and causing Danny to howl out an agonizing cry of pain! “Holy shit! Sangria Stretch! Sangria Stretch out of nowhere!” Pete shouts, surprised. “ELM just barely avoids the Axe Bomber and locks Danny into the Sangria Stretch, Magnifico’s most potent submission!” “Whoo-ha, match over!” King cries, exuberant. “Mags’ll rip apart Danny’s damaged neck and take the title in no time!” “I wouldn’t be so sure of that, King.” Pete warns. “ELM has to keep his body very tight to maintain the submission. That’s not such an easy task considering the damage his ribs have suffered throughout the night. He may very well give into the pain before Danny does.” King raises an eyebrow and returns his attention to the ring, incredulous. To his horror, he sees Magnifico gritting his teeth and obviously suffering though a great deal of pain as he struggles to maintain the submission. Beneath him, Danny searches for an escape to the submission and finds his options to be discouragingly few. He’s basically in the center of the ring and knows that the pain may very well overcome him by the time he reaches the ropes, which seem miles away at the moment. He’s brought back to reality when ELM suddenly rears back farther, adding more pressure to Danny’s neck and sending a violent jolt of pain through his body. Magnifico lets out a small cry of pain and frustration and shouts at Danny to submit, right before releasing a steady stream of curses directed at nobody in particular. “Magnifico’s held the submission for a surprisngly long time, but I can see his resolve weakening.” Pete observes, watching the in-ring action intently. “But then again, it’s Danny who’s actually IN the submission. One has to wonder how long he can hold out, regardless of his trademark vitality.” The ref gets in Danny’s face and asks him if he wants to submit, receiving a shake of the head and a heartbreaking wail of pain in response. Intensely frustrated, ELM begins to practically scream at Williams, demanding he tap out. He’s nearly drowned out by the supportive cheers and chants that emanate from the Garden’s fans, doing whatever they can to help Danny out of this situation. “DAN-E! DAN-E! DAN-E!” The familiar rallying cry echoes throughout the building, but it doesn’t seem to be enough. Slowly, almost unsurely, Danny raises a shaking hand, pulling it above his head. It hangs there, ominously signaling the end of the match...but is quickly dropped when Magnifico suddenly releases the hold, crying out in agony and utter frustration. He rolls away from Danny and curls his body into a ball, doing so as jubilant cheers break out in every part of the stands. “Danny breaks free! Danny breaks free of the Sangria Stretch!” Pete excitedly reports. “He seemed to be on the verge of tapping out, but Magnifico just couldn’t take the pain any longer!” “Christ almighty.” King mumbles, annoyed. “That’s TWICE now that Danny has weaseled his way out of a fall. You’ll see. His luck will run out, and Magnifico will be right there to take advantage of it.” ELM begins to slowly push himself to his feet, keeping a hand on his throbbing ribs as he does so. Danny remains face-down on the mat beneath him, his neck flaring in pain. Magnifico reaches his feet and stares down at Danny, his expression one of unmistakable hate and digust. He stomps away at the back of Williams’ neck with the best kicks he can muster, which admittedly aren’t very strong. Once he’s got that out of his system, the luchadore grabs Danny by the hair and pulls him to his feet, receiving no help from his languid opponent. Once Williams is on his feet, Magnifico sloppily slugs him in the face, knocking Danny back a couple steps and into the corner behind him. ELM steps in front of Williams and grabs him by the hair, pulling his head up slightly and putting his face right in front of Danny’s. He offers Williams a few choice words before slapping him hard across the face, drawing incensed boos from twenty thousand very angry people. Enjoying the moment, Magnifico grins as he slaps Danny once more, his cheek stinging and glowing red after the second blow. “This is ridiculous.” Pete spits, disgusted. “Magnifico can’t show even the slightest bit of respect towards Danny Williams?” “Hey, Mag’s showing his due respect by even being in this match.” King counters. “If Danny Williams isn’t honored at being a part of one of the greatest nights in ELM’s career, then he doesn’t deserve to be in the same building as Magnifico, much less the same ring.” ELM takes a step back and scoffs, finding it hard to believe that this is the man who’s been giving him so much trouble recently. It might have been prudent for him to make the observation at another time, though, as an incensed Danny Williams suddenly pushes himself out of the corner and drives his elbow forward, slamming it across the bridge of Magnifico’s nose with an unbelievably stiff Elbow Strike! Surprised and reeling, ELM turns and stumbles away from Danny, a hand on his face. When he spins around to face Williams, Danny explodes out of the corner and throws his knee forward, slamming it into ELM’s gut with ridiculous force! Williams holds Magnifico over his knee, keeping him in place so that he can pull Magnifico into a Standing Head-Scissors a second later! Not wasting a moment, Danny hoists ELM into the air, pulls him onto his shoulders...and then sits out, slamming Magnifico’s back directly into the canvas with a Sit-Out Powerbomb! ELM arches his back and releases a bloodcurdling howl of pain, but is immediately pushed back to the canvas and pinned by Danny. The fans, wanting and sensing a pinfall, cheer happily as the ref slides into position and begins counting. ONE! TWO! THRRRRRRNNNNNNOOOO!! Magnifico gets a shoulder up with the ref’s hand mere centimeters from the mat. A disappointed OHHHH! rises from the stands as a displeased Danny Williams throws Magnifico’s legs aside and begins to climb to his feet. “Brutal Sit-Out Powerbomb from Danny Williams, but it’s not enough to keep Mag down.” Pete reports. “But that’s another blow to the upper body that Magnifico could have done without. Danny could just be biding his time until he’s ready to lock the Surfboard Stretch in once more.” “Let him try that ridiculous submission again.” King challenges. “Magnifico will easily reverse it once more and Williams will look like an even bigger idiot than usual.” After getting to his feet, Williams reaches down and turns ELM onto his stomach. Then, as if hearing King’s goading, Danny steps onto the back of Magnifico’s knees and pulls ELM’s feet behind his legs! The crowd immediately roars in anticipation as Danny bends down and grabs one of ELM’s arms, ready to reapply the Elevated Surfboard Stretch and end this match. But when Danny bends down to grab the other arm, Magnifico suddenly responds by snapping his elbow backwards and into Williams’ face! Danny’s head is knocked backwards by the force of the blow, and before he can get another chance to grab Magnifico’s arms, the luchadore unexpectedly unfurls his legs, tripping Williams up and causing him to fall flat on his back! His feet still wrapped around Danny’s legs, Magnifico arches his body backward, gritting his teeth in pain as he does so and planting his hands on Williams’ shoulders to pin him to the canvas! A surprised Danny Williams struggles to break free of this unconventional bridging pin, doing so as the ref begins his count as fans all around the arena voice boos and worried shouts. ONE! TWO! THRRRRRRRNNNNNNOOOO!! Danny gets a shoulder up just before the three count, breaking Magnifico’s bridge and causing him to fall to the mat as the entire audience cheers in relief. “See, what’d I tell ya?” A grinning King asks. “Woulda been nice to get the pinfall off of that, but hey, it’ll come soon enough.” Danny and Magnifico both begin to climb back to their feet, Williams moving a little quicker thanks to his lack of damaged ribs. As such, when Magnifico stands, Danny’s right there and waiting for him, immediately cracking Magnifico in the face with a ridiculously stiff elbow strike. ELM is immediately knocked back to the mat by the force of the blow, laying dazed on the mat as Danny suddenly hits the mat and rolls out of the ring. As the fans look on, curious, Williams steps to the outside and throws up the ring apron, allowing him to search beneath the ring. After a moment, Danny unceremoniously pulls out a steel chair, rolling back into the ring with it as the fans mostly look on silently, not sure what to make of this latest development. “Danny, no!” Pete implores. “You don’t need to this! Magnifico is yours to beat! Don’t ruin this match!” Williams stands inside the ring and stares coldly at Magnifico as he begins to rise to his feet. As ELM rises, Danny slowly pulls the chair high above his head with both hands, ready to bash Magnifico’s brains in once he provides a suitable target. The ref shouts threats of disqualification, but Williams doesn’t hear any of it. He just focuses on Magnifico’s ascent and waits for the moment to strike. When the luchadore reaches his knees, he slowly, almost sadly looks up, his eyes meeting Danny’s. He sees the chair raised high above Williams’ head. A jubilant grin comes across the luchadore’s face as he closes his eyes and locks his hands behind his back, providing Danny Williams with a perfect target. Danny’s expression remains unchanged as he watches the luchadore do this; meanwhile, the fans remain mostly silent, a few isolated shouts and boos the only sound emanating from the crowd. “What the hell? What is Magnifico doing?” Pete questions, puzzled. “It’s simple.” King answers with a reserved kind of happiness. “If ELM can’t leave with the title, he can at least leave knowing that he won the match and that he finally got to Danny Williams. That he made Danny abandon his ideals; that he put his standing with the fans at risk just to bash Mag’s brains in. And that alone will be worth it.” Finally, Danny draws the chair back a few inches further, apparently wanting to make the most out of this one perfect shot. The fans look on with baited breath to see what Danny’s going to do, and Magnifico happily waits for the chair shot, pleased with a job well done. And Danny... ...drops the chair, leaving it to fall and clatter unceremoniously to the mat. “Thank God.” Pete breathes a sigh of relief. “You may not like it, King, but Danny’s got a much tougher spirit than either you or Magnifico would like to admit.” King scowls, but doesn’t say anything. After a few moments of silence, the fans begin to applaud and cheer, relieved that Danny hasn’t given up on the match - or on himself – just yet. Magnifico hears the sound of the chair hitting the mat and slowly opens his eyes, the grin disappearing from his face as he does so. He sees Danny looking down on him with a mixture of disgust and pity. It’s hard to believe, but Williams actually looks like he feels sorry for the luchadore. And this infuriates Magnifico. ELM lunges to his feet and blasts Danny in the face with a surprise right, loudly cursing Williams out as he does so. Williams is surprised, but not enough to not return the blow, which he does with great force. ELM’s head is snapped backwards and he takes a step or two back with it…but then suddenly steps forward and lashes his hand out, delivering the punch with another of his own! As the crowd’s cheering grows all around them, Magnifico and Danny simply slug it out in the center of the ring, the contest having boiled down to who can take the other’s punches better. However, Danny is Danny, and it’s not long until he gains control of the brawl. Williams lands a quick left-right combination that stuns the luchadore and sends him reeling backwards a few steps. “ELM just seems to be running on determination alone at this point.” Pete grimly notes. “He won’t concede any point to Danny, even if it’s something he knows he can’t win.” Before he can get too far, Danny grabs Magnifico and whips him across the ring, sending him rushing towards the far corner. ELM crashes back-first into the corner’s turnbuckle with remarkable force, then begins to stumble away from it, not surprisingly extremely dazed at this point. Wanting to take advantage of Magnifico’s current state, Danny suddenly breaks into a sprint and charges directly at the luchadore, the twenty thousand people surrounding him cheering in anticipation as he does so! As Williams approaches Magnifico, he lashes out with the arm that’s defeated numerous World Champions, aiming it right at ELM’s forehead! AXE BOMBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH… …misses! Magnifico ducks beneath Danny’s arm with mere milliseconds to spare, drawing a booming, disappointed OHHH! from the capacity crowd! But that’s not all, as Williams isn’t able to stop in time to prevent himself from crashing violently into the corner! Magnifico spins to face Danny as he drunkenly turns around, looking as vulnerable as ELM did a moment ago. The second Williams is facing him, Magnifico grabs Danny by the waist and leg, hoists him into the air…and then sits out, pulling Danny down with him and slamming his skull into the canvas with La Dia de Los Muertos! As Danny flops lifelessly to the canvas, boos pour in from every part of the arena, the fans in attendance disappointed and angered by what they just saw. “YES!! YES!!” King cries, exuberant. “Magnifico dodges the Axe Bomber once again and delivers La Dia de Los Muertos! This match is DONE!” “Don’t be too hasty, King.” Pete warns, not wanting to believe Danny’s finished. “Williams has kicked out of worse than this.”

TALE OF THE TAPE "Deathwish" DANNY WILLIAMS Age: 22 Height: 5'11" Weight: 275 Bench: 350 Move List: 18 practiced, 1 variable Finisher(s): Axe Bomber Accomplishments: Current SWF World Champion (4), SWF Intercontinential-Television Champion, SWF United States Champion, SJL World Champion, SJL European Champion EL LUCHADORE MAGNIFICO Age: 28 Height: 5'11" Weight: 210 Bench: 290 Move List: 19 practiced, 4 variables. Finisher(s): Dia de los Muertos, Baja California Crusher Accomplishments: SWF World Champion (3), SWF Light-Heavyweight Champion (5), SWF Tag Team Champion, IGNJL World Champion POWER ADVANTAGE: Danny Williams LEVERAGE ADVANTAGE: Push SPEED ADVANTAGE: El Luchadore Magnifico EXPERIENCE ADVANTAGE: El Luchadore Magnifico TECHNICAL ADVANTAGE: El Luchadore Magnifico OVERALL ADVANTAGE: EL LUCHADORE MAGNIFICO

[blank Screen] The lilting opening refrain of ‘Nothing Else Matters’ by Metallica begins, and as it does so the huge, gold image of the SWF World Title appears, resting on the timekeeper’s table - the nameplate cannot be read at this distance. As the main picked theme starts the shot cuts to a slow-motion, black-and-white shot of El Luchador Magnifico waving his Mexican flag with the crowd cheering for him; then to Danny Williams making his way down the entrance ramp with fans leaning over the guard rail to slap hands with the legend. As the first verse starts the shot changes to show images of Johnny Dangerous vs. Toxxic at Genesis V, with Toxxic slipping out of the MI Slam, then cutting to Johnny passing out in the Regal Stretch before an image of Toxxic on his knees with the title and Revolution Zero surrounding him as the pyro blasts go off atop the pagoda roof. So close no matter how far Couldn't be much more from the heart Forever trusting who we are And nothing else matters A selection of clips from Toxxic’s title defences are seen; dropping Mike Van Siclen on his head with a jumping Van Slaminator to retire him; pinning Andrea Montgomery with the Caffine Bomb; hitting the Intoxxication on Annie; making Carnage pass out in the Repeat To Fade. Never opened myself this way Life is ours, we live it our way All these words I don't just say And nothing else matters A clip is shown of Landon Maddix defeating Sacred in the final of the Cold Front Classic, then shots of the World Title match with Toxxic at Slay Ride before the image of Toxxic tapping out to the Land of Nod and Landon celebrating with the title. Trust I seek and I find in you Every day for us something new Open mind for a different view And nothing else matters A shot of Sacred’s entrace with the Smarktron showing only static; then Andrew Blackwell hammering Landon with a chair to make him tap in the Deprogrammer, and finally a shot of Sacred with the belt. Never cared for what they do Never cared for what they know But I know Mak Francis gets a chair and attacks Sacred’s knee at Clusterfuck, leading to the disqualification loss. So close no matter how far Toxxic and Sacred face off in the ring in the Panarchy Frat House; the shot cuts to Toxxic countering out of the Narcoynthesis before hitting the Caffeine Bomb for the win, then the following beatdown with brass knuckles Couldn't be much more from the heart Forever trusting who we are And nothing else matters More shots of Toxxic’s title defences; dropping Landon with the Demonstar Driver at From The Fire, and the champion’s shocked reaction to it; the Intoxxication on Todd Cortez; making Mak Francis tap to the back-mounted Regal Stretch at Battleground. Never cared for what they do Never cared for what they know But I know Toxxic headbutts Melissa Fasaki as the music dies down; the shot changes to ones of Toxxic’s momentous clash with Ejiro Fasaki in Tokyo, ending with Toxxic tapping to the Cobra Crossface and Ejiro standing tall with the belt in his hand and a look of determination on his face. As the verse comes in again, the screen shows highlights from Ejiro’s two defences of the World Title against Li’l Buck, both in the Seychelles and at 13th Hour, and also of his defeat of Ghost Machine. Never opened myself this way Life is ours, we live it our way All these words I don't just say And nothing else matters Johnny Dangerous is seen interfering in the Wildchild/Ejiro match, before Dangerous himself vaults backwards off the top turnbuckle to drive both feet into Ejiro’s chest with the Death From Above at Ground Zero. The shot then changes to Johnny with the World Title in his hand and a sinister grin on his face as the fans jeer. Trust I seek and I find in you Every day for us something new Open mind for a different view And nothing else matters Clips are shown of the three matches in the Three-Time World Champion Round Robin, focusing mainly on El Luchador Magnifico’s loss to Danny Williams after the Axe Bomber. Never cared for what they say Never cared for games they play The shot changes to Danny Williams vs. Johnny Dangerous, as Williams overpowers his opponent, hits the Axe Bomber and becomes the first ever Four-Time SWF World Champion, then celebrates in the ring. Never cared for what they do Never cared for what they know And I know During the guitar solo the screen cuts quickly between shots of Danny Williams and El Luchador Magnifico exchanging words and blows in various forms before a shot of ELM pinning Johnny Dangerous to become the Number One Contender. Finally the vocals come back in to an image of El Luchador Magnifico lying on his back in the middle of the ring after tasting the Axe Bomber in the Round Robin. So close no matter how far An image of El Luchador Magnifico sitting in a comfortable armchair having just completed his interview with Ben Hardy, a sinister smirk on his face. Couldn't be much more from the heart A shot of Danny Williams with his title belt against a sea of SWF fans, including a prominent sign reading ‘DANNY WILLIAMS IS YOUR GOD’. Forever trusting who we are The World Title belt, once again on the timekeeper’s table as the screen fades down to black. No nothing else matters As the music dies away a series of words slowly fade in and out of view on the black screen. DANNY WILLIAMS EL LUCHADORE MAGNIFICO SWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP NOTHING ELSE MATTERS...