HollywoodSpikeJenkins

Smarks Board Name: HollywoodSpikeJenkins Wrestlers Name: "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins Height: 6'1 Weight: 220 Hometown: Hollywood, California…but representing The Kingdom of Cambodia Age: 24 Face/Heel: Crazy ass motherfucker heel. Think old school Terry Funk, but new age. Stable: None. Tag Partner: None. Ring Escort: None. Weapon(s): everything and anything. Quote: "Hollywood = Ratings." Looks: Caucasian. Medium build. Has emo dirty blonde hair (like Charlie from LOST), with black highlights. Wears yellow and black shorts that reach the edge of his boots when wrestling. Has his wrist and hands wrapped in white tape with a black X drawn over the back of each wrist. Wears a black zip-up hoodie to the ring with some type of logo of a band or something. Wears shin high black boots, with his right knee heavily taped up. Looks wise, it's a mix between AJ Styles, CM Punk, and Jimmy Rave. Ring Entrance: 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 heavy drumming of Norma Jean’s “Creating Something Out of Nothing, Only to Destroy It” blasts through the arena as the lyrics pierce the ears of everyone listening. “Like bringing a knife to a gun fight… Like Bringing A Knife To A Gun Fight… LIKE BRINGING A KNIFE TO A GUN FIGHT!” Bright white lights begin flashing at the entranceway. As the growls hit 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 stuff] 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. Stats: ¯¯¯¯¯ Strength: 4 (Has trouble picking up anything more than 250 lbs. His strength doesn’t come into play unless he is in the ring with a cruiserweight.) Speed: 5 (Was a lot faster during his JL days and early WF run, but the adding of muscle mass and his knee injury that left him out for 3 months has made him slower. Can outrun heavyweights, but is still slower then most cruisers.) Vitality: 4 (Now that he has gone Straight Edge, his conditioning has improved. Able to take a beating, but will stay down from a finishing move.) Charisma: 7 (Spike can cut a promo, tell a story in the ring, and the fans HATE him.) Style: Works the U.S. Independent Cruiser Style. A lot of head and neck work. He also has a martial arts background, which allows him to use his martial arts kicks. THE top CHAIN-WRESTLER (different from technical wrestling) in the SWF. Can out chain-wrestle anyone. Doesn’t always use his finishers to end matches. Will pretty much use any move ever invented. Side note: Have fun with him. Spike is a very flexible character to write. You want him good at high flying? Go ahead. Striking, mat wrestling, he’s very good at everything. Write him however you would like. Signature moves: 1. Lariat (Used to end matches sometimes, but is a big spot move.) 2. Spear 3. Jumping Yakuza Kick (Roderick Strong style) 4. Roaring Elbow 5. “The Strong Island Stretch” - Alex Shelly’s “Border City Stretch”/A Crippler Crossface, but with the opponents arm trapped behind the neck of Jenkins. 6. German Suplex with a bridge (For some reason, I’ve used this move to win matches before and it usually ends up being a big spot.) 7. Cravat (Spikes’ favorite chain-wrestling maneuver. It’s a headlock, but he will use it to slow down/frustrate his opponents.) 8. Butterfly Suplex 9. Slingshot Suplex 10. Pelle Kick (Spike does a backflip, kicking a standing opponent behind him in the head) Common moves: 1. Shotei/Open palm uppercuts to jaw or throat 2. Low Ki's 2 Kick Combo + Knock Out Kick to Face - Opponent is standing on knees. Spike kicks them twice in the chest, backs away, and hits a final shot to the face. 4. “The Last Dance” - Superkick 5. Hot Shot onto top rope 6. Soccer Tackle - Instead of having it used to set a move up, like by Toxxic; Spike uses it as a defensive maneuver. Used to slow down faster cruiserweights or to take big men down. 7. Double Stomp (Oh yes. Spike likes to jump on people. Can be used in anyway imaginable. Off the top rope onto a laying/standing opponent, springboard onto a laying/standing opponent, onto a knelt over opponent, anyway possible.) 8. European uppercuts. 9. Boot scrapes/Forearm scrapes/Running boot scrape/Running dropkick to face/ Running forearm scrape. 10. “Dangerous Wizard” - Shining wizard but with a kick to the back of the head instead of a knee Rare moves: “The Fall of Rome” - “Roll the Dice”/Reverse Front Face Lock Swinging Neckbreaker “The Silver Lining” - “Dragon Clutch”/with the opponent lying on their stomach, Spike sits on their lower back. He wraps his right arm around their throat, then locks his left arm over his opponents left arm and pulls back with a Dragon Sleeper. Usually used after a float-over after “The Fall of Rome.” "Super Ego Trip" - "Destiny Hammer"/Diving Enzu Knee/Spike's version of Tom Flesher's Ego Trip. Ever since losing the Cruiserweight title to Flesher (who used the Ego Trip to beat Spike), Spike has decided to start using his version of the move to gain the attention of The Superior One. With the opponent crouched over; Spike comes off the top rope with a diving knee to the back of the head/neck. “The Ratings Grabber” - “Five Star Frog Splash”/ Old SJL finisher. Will bust it out on special occasions every now and then. We all know what it is. “Breaking Edge” - Death Move/Opponent is put in a powerbomb position, but with his arms double underhooked. They get flipped up, but HSJ turns to his side in mid-air, having his opponent in a reverse DVD position, and drops them down in a Burning Hammer. Very Rare. Finishers: “The Ratings Crash” - “Styles Clash”/ Can only be used against Cruiserweights, or small heavyweights. Spike lifts the opponent up from a standing head scissors, holding him upside “Endwell” - “Pedigree”/Can and will be used against everyone and anyone. “Greetings from Cambodia” - Elevated Stunner/Opponents legs are hooked on the top rope with their body hanging into the ring, Spike has them by the neck and Stunner/Ace Crusher.

I played as Test in the Smackdown games just to build up my finisher and randomly run around, big booting everyone. Good times.

I was on a lot of drugs at the time.

Yeah, we showed... -------------------------------------------------- “HOLY SHIT!!!” “HOLY SHIT!!!” “HOLY SHIT!!!” That exact chat has echoed through the night’s sky as From the Fire continues to burn brightly. Panning the crowd with a magnificent 360-degree view, everyone not located in the American West Arena can clearly see that the fans located in the heated Phoenix, Arizona are very well excited. The immense buzz in the atmosphere, clouds the skies for good reason. “The next match is one half of the FROM THE FIRE MAIN EVENT!” “YEEEEEAAAAAHHHH!!” The crowd explodes as tables, ladders, and chairs surround the ring. “Well, next up we will be having the much anticipated, TLC match. And the rules…fuck it. I’m not Pete or this fool sitting next to me. If you are watching this program, you should know the rules to a TLC match.” “King, such language doesn’t need to be used. You don’t see a superhero like myself swearing at every despicable opportunity. I’m just pumped for the match! We have two teams who went undefeated against every other team in the SWF, Team SpYon and The Asian Underground!” “You can’t forget our tag champs. The multitalented Max King, and the stalker incognito, Landon Maddix. Personally, I am rooting for Asian Underground all the way. Spike and Zyon could spot wrestle their way to the morgue for all I care, and Maddix with a title is just too much to bear,” Suicide King makes his prediction. “I just want to see a spectacular match. And with these six men in the ring, there is no doubt in my mind we will have a fantastic showing,” Comet sounds off. “Magic People…Voodoo People!” The American West arena rises to their feet as “Voodoo People” by Prodigy blasts over the too expensive for Oprah sound system. The triad emerges from behind the black curtain, completely focused on the task at hand. The Cruiserweight Champion, Akira Kaibatsu admires the position he is in as his partner coldly stares straight ahead. The chubby, but brilliant Mr. Kobe comes to a halt, nodding to his young pupils…before heading toward the back. “It looks as if Mr. Kobe is willing to let his boys take the titles without his supervision. An ultimate form of respect for these youngsters.” “Yeah, Comet, that is it. It couldn’t be because that slime ball is frightened of the position he could put himself in, or be forcefully put in.” The triangle transfers into a straight line, Akira while even under a mask, shows more emotion than his successful partner. “First, at a COMBINED WEIGHT OF 418 lbs, the SWF CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION, “THE DIVINE WIND” AKIRA KAIBATSU AND MICHAEL CROSS, THE ASIAN UNDERGROUNDDDDDDD!!!” The American/Japanese tandem carefully go around the ladder in the middle of the aisle, forming their straight line once again. The duo rolls into the ring as now Michael Cross shows a little bit of emotion, as the Asian Underground ascend the middle turnbuckle, looking out across the sea of fans. “This is surreal. Big match feeling, right off the bat.” Comet has goose bumps. “I’M BORN!!!” “I’M ALIVE!!!” “I BREATHE!!!” … “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” Crashing over the thunderous PA system is none other than Lamb of God’s “Black Label.” Flying through the curtain, is the always-energetic Zyon… “YEEEEAAAHHH!” …Who gets a deafening reaction. Following the Unique Youth is the Straight Edger, “Hollywood” Spike Jenkins. Casually hidden by the yellow and black hoodie, Spike is all business as he walks down the entrance ramp. Halting his way toward the battlefield, Zyon salutes the audience before dashing down the entrance ramp…stopping at the ladder in the middle. Charismatically, Zyon lowers himself, and dances through the middle of the ladder… “That’s some massive bad luck for that spot monkey.” King details. “And their opponents, at a COMBINED WEIGHT OF 420 lbs, “THE UNIQUE YOUTH” ZYYYYON AND “HOLLYWOOD” SPIKE JENKINS!!!!” “YYYYYEEEEEAAAHHH!” The crowd favorite tandem slides into the ring, each doing their own thing. Respectively, Zyon does his quick head bang, while Spike throws the “X” up. “Yeah, we get it guys. Zyon likes to go to heavy metal concerts and Spike is all, drugs are bad, mkay.” And now the champions. “PREPARE FOR THE RETURN OF MADIKING????” The unorthodox message scrolls across the Smarktron, leaving many to realize that the tag champs really can’t get along. “Megalomaniac” by Incubus is the choice of music by the team as Max King and Landon Maddix enter the arena. “BOOOOOO!” The anxious audience brings the hate as Landon continues his stroll down the ring. Max stops to give the beautiful Kelly King a smooch…as she exits to the back. With his lady out of harms way, Max struts behind Maddix. Two enemies, one prize. Those titles hanging 20 feet in the air. “And now, at a COMBINED WEIGHT OF 491 lbs, THE CURRENT SWF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, LANDON “LA CUCARACHA” MADDIX AND “THE ICON” MAX KING!!!!!” “I really feel sorry for Max. Not only will he have to put his career on the line tonight against two teams with spotty workers, but also it will all be for the chance to team with Maddix even longer. This is truly a lose-lose situation for The Icon,” Suicide King can’t help but feel sorry for the other King. The six men in the ring take a moment to stare at the titles, located somewhere in the celestial lights. They all then stare at each other with the intent to kill, mime, and slaughter. Senior referee Nick Soapdish wishes he could have taken up the Calvinball match, but money is money. Then again, so is a broken neck. With all six men surrounded by weapons of in-ring destruction, referee Nick Soapdish starts this shindig off the only way he can… DING DING DING!!! The bell sounds, but is ignored by the six men in the ring who all look up in unison. Wanting to get away from each other as soon as possible, Max and Landon split up, attacking the first men to come their way. Sadly, for the tag champs they run into the teams of Asian Underground and for lack of a better name, team SpYon. Landon is double teamed by Mr. Kobe’s clients while Max tries to fight off Zyon and Spike, but to no avail. “I seriously doubt that Max and Landon will work together at all during this match,” Comet predicts. “I actually agree with your crazy ass. Then again, I wouldn’t want to work with Landon either.” The Asian Underground trap Max in the corner with an onslaught of kicks and punches, until Zyon interrupts the proceedings, wrapping the current cruiserweight champion in a reverse waist lock. Both men joust for position, as they back up into the middle of the ring. Zyon hoists and tosses the Divine Wind backward, but the agile Akira flips through, landing on his feet. Charging forward, Akira lunges at Zyon who turns around just in time to dodge a lariat. Immediately rebounding off the miss, Akira turns and locks the youth down with a reverse waist lock of his own…only to have Landon break it up with a forearm to the back. Across the ring, Cross has inserted himself into battle with Spike and Max King. Jabbing Max in the gut, Cross places The Icon in a front face lock, driving him to the mat with a snap suplex. Rising back to his feet, Cross turns toward Spike who shoot downward for a double-legged takedown. Hopping backward, Cross dodges the apparent takedown attempt. Planting his foot from a crouched position, Spike hurls himself toward Cross, locking the Suicide Machine down with a standard collar and elbow tie up. Spinning out, Spike latches on to Cross’s wrist, pulling upward, placing him in a wristlock. Tapping his shoulder, Cross twists backward, turning the tables on Spike, placing him in a hammerlock. “Pretty clean match so far,” Comet can’t help but notice. Unable to perform the same feat, Spike takes a much different approach. Wrapping his free arm around Cross’s head, Spike leaps upward, falling back down to Earth with a glorified snapmare takedown. The American half of the Asian Underground attempts to get back to his feet, but Spike pounces on his opponent with the always-annoying cravate. “I can’t believe it. Spike just ran through his whole technical wrestling thing. He just applied a cravate in a TLC match. You know what, I’ll applaud that,” King claps his hands together. Cranking on his opponent’s neck, Spike doesn’t see Max emerge from behind him…with chair in hand. “It seems during the mass technical wrestling, Max was able to sneak out and grab a chair,” Comet fills in the blanks. Hoisting the chair over his head, the fans look ready to react as ZYON SNEAKS UP AND TAKES THE CHAIR! A sudden look of frighten emerges over Max’s face as he drops down on one knee, pleading with Zyon. “HIT HIM!” The crowd chants. “These people are absolutely ruthless,” Comet would not save these citizens. “It’s a TLC match, what do you expect?” Grinning from ear to ear, Zyon hoists the chair upward, only to get sweeped off his feet by Akira. With the chair in hand, hovering over his face, Zyon tries to get back to his feet, bur Akira leaps into the air with a leg drop…SMACKING THE CANVAS! “OOOOOOOO!” The crowd cheers, knowing that Zyon escaped some pain. While pulling himself to his feet, Zyon loses the chair to Landon, who stabs the youth in the gut with it!!!! CRACK!!! Zyon clutches his stomach as Landon brings the chair down across the Unique Youth’s back!!! CRACKKKK!!! Zyon crumbles to the mat as Landon instinctively drops the chair. Releasing the ¾ headlock on Cross, Spike attacks Landon from behind. Shoving Landon into the turnbuckle, Spike lays into the New Generation with forearm strikes. La Cucaracha’s partner, Max King pleases the audience as he brings a ladder into the match! “YEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHH!” The audience explodes, as Max sets the ladder up under the titles. Fresh and full of energy, Max climbs the ladder, not even getting half the way up before being pulled down by Akira Kaibatsu. CRACK! Max for all his troubles receives a brutal kick to the rib, followed by meeting the ladder with his face! Folding the ladder up, Akira points the metallic head of the foreign object toward Spike, who continues to beat on Landon. Running forward, Akira looks to strike Spike in the back, but the Straight Edger moves out of the way…and Landon…. CRACK!!! …Is crushed! Falling on to his BUTT, clutching his stomach, Landon tries to regain his breath. Wildly, Akira swings at Spike who ducks the ladder strike, but Akira’s nearby partner does not! CRACK!!! Blindsided by the strike, Cross falls to the mat, clutching the back of his head. In a dead stride, Spike hurls himself forward, attempting to spear Akira, but catches the ladder with his face! Bouncing off the unforgivable object, Spike clutches his face as Akira sets the ladder up in the middle of the ring. Ascending the ladder rung by rung, Akira notices on the corner of his eye one Max King. Looking to stop Akira’s momentum, Max staggers forward, only to be SHOCKED as Akira blindly leaps off the ladder from a little more than ¼ the way up. Turning his body, Akira latches his legs around Max, looking to take him to the mat with a hurricanrana. However, Max stays strong, keeping his balance until Akira starts to lower the bombs. With rights and lefts raining down on his head, Max stumbles toward the ropes, giving Akira the chance to head scissor Max and himself over the ropes and to the floor!! “YEEEAAAAHHHH!” Back in the ring, Cross is batting Zyon back into the ropes with a barrage of forearms. Kneeing the youth in the gut, Cross latches on to Zyon’s arm, Irish whipping him across the ring. With the ladder standing in the middle of the ring, Zyon ducks under the ladder, bouncing off the opposite ropes, Zyon halts his momentum, placing his hands on the ladder, and pushing it over. The fearless Cross easily stops the ladder from dropping, holding the object up with his palms. Unknown to the Suicide Machine, Zyon has already made his next move up, shuffling to the side and with two swift kicks, knocks Cross to the mat. Falling backward, the ladder gets caught on the ropes. Sneaking up behind Zyon, Landon hoists Zyon in the air, crotching him on one of the ladder’s legs! Clutching his nether regions, Zyon is helpless as Landon abandons his recent style of wrestling. Springing off the ropes, Landon twists in the air placing both feet to the face of the stunned Zyon, knocking him off the leg and to the canvas. “Say what you want about Landon…” “Ok. He’s a punk, a loser, a bitch, a…” King takes the initiative. “Ok King, that’s enough. I was going to say that Landon is a fantastic wrestler, and with a spotty background, he could be the favorite in this match.” CRASH!!! Outside the ring, Akira is shown lying against the steel steps, thanks to being tossed into them by Max King. Inside the ring, the rivals Landon and Spike are going at it. Looking to drop Landon across the ladder’s leg crotch first, Spike hoists Landon into the air, but the New Generation flips backward. Bouncing off the ropes, the Straight Edger attempts something that will never come to fruitation since Landon launches Spike through the air with a back body drop. Outside the ring, Max has another ladder, rolling it into the ring. Landon looks at his partner with disgust, while leaning the ladder against the turnbuckle. Waiting on the ring apron, Max communicates with Landon. Pretending to not hear his “partner” Landon lifts Spike from the mat, whipping him toward the ladder, BUT WAIT! Spike counters the Irish whip with one of his own, throwing Landon face first into the ladder in the turnbuckle. Grabbing up the other ladder in the ring, Spike charges forward, squishing Landon with the second ladder! Wanting to fall to the mat, Landon finds himself trapped in the turnbuckle between ladders. Max King coldly looks on as Zyon makes it back to his feet. Dropping to all fours, Spike signals for Zyon to do what he does best. The crowd rises to their feet, knowing that Landon has no idea what is going on. “YEEEEAAHHH!” The crowd is going bonkers as Zyon sprints forward, leaping off Spike who is a little farther out than usual. Stretching forward, Zyon’s eyes grow once he notices Max is no longer on the apron. The Icon springboards off the top rope, turning his back to Zyon, and shooting him out of the sky with a fantastic back elbow!!! “YEEEAAAAHHHHH!!!” The crowd erupts as Zyon lands on the mat HARD! Dropping to one knee, Max flexes toward the crowd, pumping the audience up even more. CRACKKK!! The Superior Talent pays for his constant showboating as Michael Cross flattens one half of the tag champions face with a basement dropkick! Wondering back to his feet, Cross grabs one of the ladders, trapping Landon. Once he pulls the ladder away, Landon ungraciously falls to the mat. “Hahahahahahaah!” “Looks like Landon has been out on his feet the entire time.” “He’s just a pussy. Being crushed by ladders doesn’t hurt THAT MUCH,” King shrugs off the power of the ladder. Setting the ladder under the titles, Cross’ eyes glow and refocus! Shooting forward, Spike tosses his foot toward the Suicide Machine! Always on his guard, the manic Asian Underground member catches the Last Dance super kick. Spinning Spike around, Cross is SHOCKED to see Spike attempt a discuss clothesline! SWISH! Always…on…guard. Cross ducks the attack, pulling Spike into a reverse face lock. With his muscles tensing, Cross lifts and twists, spiking the Straight Edger into the mat with the Silent Rage Syndrome!!!!! “YYYYEEEAAAHHH!” “Cross could have just won his team the match! That was a super move done by a super athlete.” “Thank you, Richard Simmons. I’m missing Pete more and more tonight.” Outside the ring, Akira grabs a chair and sets it up. He then grabs a TABLE and balances it on the ring apron and the top part of the chair. There is a little slant in the make up of the table, but surprisingly, it does not fall down. “YEEEEAAAHHHH!” The crowd goes nuts as Cross makes his way up the ladder. Ascending the ladder, Cross calls out to his partner. Instead, the Suicide Machine gets the New Generation to come to his aid…or failure. Latching on to Cross’s foot, Landon does what he can to pull the Asian Underground member down. Cross is almost halfway up, but is slowly dragged down…UNTIL AKIRA CHARGES INTO THE RING, tackling Landon away from the ladder. Breathing heavily, Cross continues his journey toward the titles. Reemerging from the mat, Zyon watches as Cross is more than halfway up the ladder!!! “He has to do something!!!” Comet shills. Zyon looks around and notices the other ladder, just leaning against the ropes innocently. Picking the ladder up, Zyon walks forward, tossing the ladder upward into the back of one of his opponents. CRACKKKK!!! “GAH!” Cross shouts as his ascension has come to a dead stop. Setting the ladder perpendicular to the ladder, Cross is on, Zyon slowly ascends his ladder. While all this is going on, Max has once again exited the ring…for a chair. Lifting up one of the random chairs, Max enters the ring and smacks…ZYON ACROSS THE BACK WITH IT!!! CRRRRRRRRAACK!!! The shot knocks the breath from the youth, causing the Unique Youth to fall to the mat. The crowd cheer as Cross realizes that lady luck might be looking down on him… … … SIKE! Max quickly ascends the empty ladder, catching Cross who has gone up one rung since. Pulling on Cross’s hair, Max cradles the Suicide Machine’s head in both of his arms. With arms flailing, Cross can only stare at the lights as Max pulls him off the ladder with a SUPER NECK BREAKER!!!! CRASHHHHH!!! “Holy Shit!” “He could have just broken his damn neck!!!” Comet freaks out. Michael Cross clutches his neck, as Max looks just as shell-shocked from the long drop. Looking at the wreckage, Akira pulls at his mask, wondering why they aren’t the world tag team champs right now. Slightly flustered, Akira turns his attention toward La Cucaracha. “POKE!” The only part of Akira’s face that is visible moistens as Landon’s finger penetrates his opponent’s eye socket. Grabbing one of the two chairs located in the ring, Landon calmly sets the chair up. However, he is calm no longer as the Divine Wind spins forward with a Roaring Elbow that Landon COUNTERS into the COMPLETE SHOT…ON THE CHAIR!!! CRRRRRRAAAAAACCCCKKKK!!! Akira’s face bounces off the chair, twitching as he lies on the mat. Landon looks up at the titles, and then down at his partner still recovering from his own offensive maneuver. Shrugging his shoulders, Landon begins to ascend the ladder, but a former Revolution Zero member stops the former Martial Law member. Spike pulls Landon off the ladder, and into a standing head scissor! Spike lifts, but Landon POPS OUT LOOKING FOR THE RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP COUNTER! Zyon though makes his presence known with a shoulder to the gut of Landon. Once again the man from Hollywood drags Landon down into a standing head scissor, this time with no struggle. Unannounced to Spike, Max King is back on his feet…with the second chair in hand. Diving forward, Wrestling’s Superman saves his partner with a HEINOUS CHAIR SHOT!!!!! CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC…you know the rest. A deep, slicing cut appears vertically down Spike’s forehead, as the Straight Edger falls between the middle and top rope, to the outside. “Jesus Christ, that was a hellacious shot from King. He deserves to have the same last name as me. Hell, I’ll chance my last name to Prince, just don’t hit me with a chair,” Needless to say, King was impressed. Dropping the chair, Max is sweating bullets as the former cruiserweight champion; Zyon climbs up one of the ladders, both in the area of the titles. Instead of ending the youth’s dream, Max decides to take a chance, and climb up on the other side. OOOOHHHHHHHHHH! The crowd erupts as the two climb to the top of the ladder. CRACK! With a blatant, but legal closed right hand, The Icon stuns Zyon. Max ignores the spaced out youth, AND REACHES FOR THE TITLES! CRACKK! But receives a forearm to the chest for his troubles. Zyon refuses to make the same mistake as one half of the champions… CRACK! …But gets beat to the punch anyway. CRACK! CRACK!!! CRACK!!!!! …Again and again. Zyon is barely hanging on, but he notices something that the Superior Talent does not. Akira…hands…on…ladder! Oh shit. Thrusting forward, Akira tips the ladder, at the last second Zyon leaps on to the other ladder. Unfortunately, Max King suffers the fate of the few who compete in ladder matches as he falls over the top and all the way to the floor!!! SPLAT!!! The Icon rolls toward the entrance ramp and that’s all the motion he makes. Akira pulls the bouncing ladder back into position. Ascending the ladder rung by rung, Akira looks to out quick the wounded Zyon to the titles…AND HE DOES!!! “GASP!!!” The crowd is cheering madly as Akira grabs on to the titles as Zyon makes the only maneuver he can make. The Unique Youth carefully extends his leg, kicking Akira’s ladder out from under him…but Akira remains in the air thanks to the titles. Now Zyon starts to worry, knowing that the titles can unbuckle at any moment. Skipping rung by rung, the Unique Youth ascends the ladder two rungs at a time. YEEEAAAAHHHH! The crowd erupts as the Suicide Machine; Michael Cross is back up from that Super Neck Breaker from earlier. Still reeling from the effect of the previous long drop, Cross manages to push Zyon’s ladder over!!! BUT THE YOUTH LEAPS FOR THE TITLES! Zyon makes it! “Good lord Suicide King, those two men are both hanging at least twenty feet from the mat,” Comet might have under or over exaggerated the actual height. Cross can only watch on, visibly cheering on his partner. The two men, who had a brief series over the cruiserweight title, hang on the tag titles to the pleasure of everyone in the arena. Suddenly, Landon “La Cucaracha” Maddix reasserts himself in the possible final outcome, running Cross over with a shoulder tackle. Cross slides out to the ring apron as Landon is prepared to take matters in his own hand. Setting up one of the two ladders in the corner, Landon ascends said weapon. Akira and Zyon weakly kick one another, attempting to boot the other off. Finally, on top of the ladder, Landon balances him on the peak as long as possible. Titling side to side, the ladder looks ready to fall, but not before Landon leaps off proving why he is aptly called the New Generation. Extending himself Landon places a foot into the Divine Wind’s gut, and grazes Zyon with his other!!! Akira takes the full foot, swinging backward, and descending to the mat with a flipping back bump!!!!! “Oh my god…!” The announcers trail off as Landon realizes that he failed… … … …BUT WILL CROSS. The Suicide Machine powerfully springboards off the top rope, homing in on the Unique Youth. Hugging Zyon around the waist, Cross pulls the youth off, obliterating him with a modified SPINE UPON THE PINE BUSTER!!!!! “WHOOYYYHHEEWQ!” The crowd explodes as Cross, Zyon, and Akira lie on the mat. Both Zyon and Akira look completely out of it, but Cross looks to have some fight left in him. The veteran, Landon pulls the hurt Cross to his feet, and pulling him into a doubled armed standing head scissor. Elevating Cross off the mat, Landon twists to the side and sits out, blasting his opponent with the Maddix Shock Syndrome!!!!! Eat your heart out Toxxic. “BOOOOOOOO!” The crowd recognizes the move and it’s TRUE purpose, which to the uneducated is not to just put the Suicide Machine down. Continuing to mock the departed Straight Edge Sensation, Landon does the infamous crucifix taunt with his palms down. TO THE CONFUSION OF EVERYONE…somehow Spike is back in the ring. Wearing the crimson mask, the bloody Spike grabs on to Maddix, trudging forward, and tossing Landon over the top rope…where the table is sat up between the ring apron and a chair!!! CRR…never mind. Landon grabs the top rope, pulling himself on the ring apron. Spike’s bleach blond hair is now a wicked mix of red and yellow…BROTHER! Adrenaline pumping through his veins, Spike charges forward as The Icon sneaks into the ring! “Spike doesn’t realize that Max King is behind him,” Comet attempts to warn the Straight Edger. The New Generation stops his opponent dead in his tracks with a disrespectful slap to the face! Staring at his hand, Landon notices that his hand is covered in blood…the blood of one “Hollywood” Spike Jenkins. With a look of “ick” coming over his face, La Cucaracha secretly hopes that Max is able to successfully blindside the Straight Edger. Angered by the smack, Spike’s frustrated eyes wonder about, but his ears sound in on the loud rumblings behind him. Side stepping the Superior Talent, Spike watches with glee as Max King decks his partner with a running forearm. Teetering on the edge of the apron, Landon is barely able to keep on hand latched on to the top rope!!! Rolling out of the ring is Michael Cross who staggers around the ring, leaping on to the same apron as Landon Maddix. The New Generation is too busy yelling at his partner’s fault, and doesn’t notice the wickedly dangerous Suicide Machine beside him. Crack! A weak jab to the side of Landon alerts the tag champion of danger. Max looks to intervene, but Spike plays the part of the spoiler, pulling The Icon away from the action. Slipping Landon into a standing head scissor, Cross hoists the New Generation on to his shoulders…RUNNING POWER BOMB OFF THE APRON AND THROUGH THE TABLE…FOOL!!!! “LANDON HAS JUST BEEN BROKEN IN HALF!!” Comet yells. Pieces of the table fly everywhere as an unconscious Maddix lies beneath the ruble. Avoiding the table was Cross who more or less tossed the New Generation into the table that was balanced by the ring apron and a chair. “YYYEEEEAAAAHHHH!” The crowd explodes while Max King and “Hollywood” Spike Jenkins brawl in the ring. Bleeding profusely from his forehead, Spike attempts a sweep, but the athletic Superior Talent leaps into the air, dodging the strike. Taking advantage of an opening, Max places a firm boot in the gut of his opponent, and then takes off toward the ropes. Bouncing off the ropes, Max takes a few steps before hurling himself toward Spike, blasting him with a leaping forearm to the face. Blood splatters against the nearby camera as Spike falls to both knees trying to regain himself. Wrestling’s Superman though quickly rolls to his feet and showboats once again. CRACK!! Sneaking up from behind Max King is the Suicide Machine, who blasts the Superior Talent in the back of the head with a thrusting kick. Stumbling into the ropes, Max comes back with a wild lariat, that Cross ducks. Back on his feet is the Divine Wind who connects with a kick to the gut and locks Max into a front face lock. Hosting his opponent into the air, Akira twists his body, extending his knee as he drops Max across it back first with a crushing Divine Backbreaker! Finding himself in a sitting position, Max clutches his back as Cross bounces off the ropes blasting the Superior Talent with another basement dropkick to the face. CRACK! “It seems like my pick is taking control of this match. See Comet, if you had my backing, you could have had a great career. Now your just Pete’s substitute,” King scoffs at the super hero. Akira grabs a ladder and moves it toward a random corner of the ring, setting it up. The Divine Wind latches on to Zyon’s hair, dragging the youth back to his feet. Akira calmly whips Zyon toward the ladder, but the youth gains the advantage by leaping on to the ladder. Peaking through the red liquid on his face, Spike attempts to slug Akira across the face, but the Asian Underground member counter with a simple arm drag. Both Cross and Akira charge toward Zyon who is ¾ the way up the ladder now. Reeling the tandem in like a fish on a hook, Zyon waits…and leaps backward corkscrewing through the air, landing on his bug eyes opponent with an AWESOME HIGH FLYING NO REGARD!!! “YEEAAAAHHHHH!!!” The crowd erupts again as Zyon makes it back to his feet. Noticing the other ladder in the ring, Zyon pulls the ladder directly under the belts. Regenerating from the previous collision, Cross rolls out of the ring. The other half of the Asian Underground duo hurls himself toward Zyon with a lariat. The Unique Youth doesn’t see the attack coming as the impact throws him face first into the ladder. Bouncing off the ladder, Zyon turns into Akira who places a well times foot into Zyon’s hands? Yep, the youth catches the kick attempt and performs a sloppy dragon screw. The attack hurts his opponent’s leg a little, but the real aiming point takes place when Akira’s back snaps into the ladder! CLUNK!!! The Divine Wind falls to all fours, allowing Zyon to leap off the cruiserweight champion’s back, inserting himself halfway up the ladder!!! And just to spite his opponent, Cross tosses another ladder into the ring. Quickly entering the ring himself, the Suicide Machine lifts the ladder up and sets it parallel to Zyon’s ladder. Akira also takes action setting the ladder up that was in the corner, next to Cross’s ladder, parallel to Zyon’s ladder. Unaware of the duo ascending their own ladders, Zyon continues his voyage to the top. However, by looking straight ahead, the Unique Youth can clearly notice his enemies. Zyon makes a crucial mistake by choosing to slow down, looking to meet the Asian Underground head on. Cross is first to meet Zyon who has the higher ground… CRACK!! …And thus halts the Suicide Machine with a right hand. Akira is second to meet the youth, taking Zyon by surprise with your standard eye rake! Blinded, Zyon is powerless to stop the Asian Underground from trapping him in a double front face lock. The American West Arena slowly pieces together what is going to happen. “Oh shit…” Many close to the action echo as the Asian Underground hoists the youth vertically, and then drops backward with a ULTRA SUPERPLEX FROM ¾ THE WAY UP THE LADDER!!!!!! CRASSSSHHHHH!!!! Zyon slithers on the mat clutching his back while the Asian Underground look to catch their collective breath. Akira staring into the lights shows little expression as he exits the ring. Heading toward the safety barrier, Akira picks up a table! “YEEEAAAHHH!” The crowd explodes with flashbacks of watching Landon going through the table. Since the Japanese import is old fashioned, the cruiserweight champion sets the table up on its legs right next to those in the front row. The Asian Underground member also sets a ladder up next to the table, confirming that he does have a plan. With Cross back on his feet, Akira puts his plan into motion by signaling for Cross to toss Zyon to the outside. Obeying his partner in the wrestling triad, Cross forces the spaghetti legged Zyon back to his feet, tossing him over the top rope and to the floor. “It looks to me King that Akira and Zyon still have bitter feelings for each other.” “That and like most idiots, they like to please the audience that surround them,” King sounds off on pleasing the audience. Back in the ring, the bloodied Straight Edger pushes the Suicide Machine face first into the ladder underneath the titles. The ladder falls into the ropes as the Michigan native staggers back into Spike who sweeps the emotionally varied competitor off of his feet. Rising back to his feet, Spike grabs one of the ladders, and places it into the corner. Back on the outside, Akira has placed Zyon on the table, showing one true sign of emotion in the form of a throat slash. Personal foul on Asian Underground, 15 yards…first down! Of course this isn’t the NFL and Akira Kaibatsu isn’t Brett Favre. Akira slowly climbs the rungs closest to the table until he is maybe a rung or two from the top! Back in the ring, Max King has regained his composure, and his first act of godliness…to attack “Hollywood” Spike Jenkins. Too bad for The Icon, Spike actually sees him coming. Averting the attack, Spike forces the Superior Talent toward the ropes, where Max uses his momentum to complete a suicide dive into the ladder that Akira is standing on… …The ladder falls toward the audience…gasp… …As does the Divine Wind…OH SHIT!!! “BY BATMAN, AKIRA KAIBATSU JUST FELL INTO THE FIFTH ROW!!!” “I bet those people are getting more than they paid for, HA!” Akira crashes into a pool of chair and a few unfortunate individuals who didn’t get out of the way!!!! “YYYYYYYYYEEEEEAAAAGHHHHH!!” The crowd goes insane as security surrounds the Divine Wind, keeping the riotous fans away. Stunned from meeting the steel ladder with his face, Max now finds himself on the table. Zyon now finds himself in Akira’s position as he climbs the runs that are away from the table. Ascending the ladder a tad bit quicker than the import in the fifth row, Zyon shakes uncontrollable while at the very top! Tilting to side to side, the ladder looks ready to give at any moment. Spike watches the events unfold, pleading with his fearless (read: Stupid) partner to get down. However, all Zyon can hear is the cheering crowd as he leaps off the ladder… …Floating through the atmosphere… …Watch me as I kiss the sky… …FINAL FLASH!!!!!! CRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAASHHHH!!! “HOLY SHIT!!!!” “HOLY SHIT!!!” The crowd is in complete pandemonium as Akira lies in the crowd five rows deep while Zyon and Max King rest in a mess of table shards! “He did it. That idiot risked breaking his back again…what a fool!” King feels the hysteria just like everyone else. Spike can only continue the match for his team, but Cross has to do the same. Sneaking up from behind Spike, the Suicide Machine pulls the Straight Edger into a reverse front face lock. “King, he’s trying to hit Spike with the Silent Rage Syndrome…again,” Comet has a good memory of the match. Comprehending the fact that if he hits his finisher, the match is over, Cross struggles to kill Spike. Soon the jousting comes to an end as Cross does lift and twist Spike in the air. As Cross spins for the cutter finish, Spike SHOCKS EVERYONE by pulling his feet to the mat, and hooking Cross in a reverse front face lock…CLEAN FUCKING LIVING!!!! YYEEEEAAAHHHH! The crowd cheers as Cross’s face bounces off the mat, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. With a ladder balanced against the rope and another in the corner, Spike grabs the third ladder, standing it under the titles. Blood dripping down his swelled face, Spike latches on to the ladder, beginning the climb. Inch by inch, the Straight Edger can taste the gold, as he is easily ¾ the way up. As his voyage comes to an end, Spike reaches for the belts…AND WHAT THE HELL IS LANDON DOING???? “I can’t believe that scum is still alive,” King puts his hands in his head. The metallic rungs of the ladder, stained in blood begin to shake with the rest of the foreign object. Spike loses his balance as the ladder is completely titled over, but Spike uses his veteran smarts to leap off to the mat. Staggering, Spike sidesteps another wrestler who charges at him blindly. As Landon is sent sprinting toward the ladder in the corner, Spike chases after his former rival. Bringing out the old Landon, the Landon that no yet had dreams of being a technical wrestler, the Landon that has yet to score with the female of the Stephens family, and yes the Landon that has yet to grow an obsession with a departed superstar, this Landon runs up the ladder in the corner, dropping down on the apron while pulling on the head. The upper part of the ladder flows downward causing a seesaw effect with the lower part floating into the face of the charging Straight Edger!!!! CRACCCCCCKKKK! “OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!” The crowd echoes as Spike immediately hits the mat, clutching his face. Balancing himself on the ring apron, Landon carefully ascends the turnbuckle, grabbing the ladder. Putting one foot on to a random top rung on the ladder, the New Generation leaps off, smashing Mr. Hollywood with the ladder! CLUNK!!! The ladder crashes down on to Spike’s rib area with massive velocity. Spike coughs, spits, and almost vomits while Landon is still recovering from being put through a table…by the man standing behind him. Cross, who ignores Maddix’s existence, sets a chair up before turning his attention toward La Cucaracha himself. Once he sees Mr. Cross, a great volcanic explosion of anger takes over Landon’s cool matter, forcing the tag champion to perform a wild Yakuza kick! Cross not only dodges the move, but he locks the tag champion in a trapping suplex. Hurling Landon over his head, the Suicide Machine watches with a grin as the New Generation flattens the chair from a sitting to a squished position!!!! AHHHH! Landon cries as Cross shows a tad bit of arrogance by pushing the broken chair out of the ring, now that it’s no use. Clutching his back, Landon rolls away from Cross, who opts to not continue his thrashing of the tag champ. Turning toward the titles that seem so far away, Cross comes face to face with Spike, who uses the ropes to hold himself up. Smirking, Cross backs away from the wounded Straight Edger, motioning that he doesn’t want any blood on him. “It seems without Mr. Kobe’s guidance, Cross is kind of a loose cannon to say the least. There is something strange about that man,” Comet can’t put his finger on Cross’s true personality. Despising the way Cross is treating him, Spike recklessly charges down the battlefield, an open target for the Suicide Machine…or so one would think. Remembering that he is a cruiserweight at heart, Spike slides under the open legs of his opponent, getting the possible jump on the Asian Underground member. Sliding both arms around his opponent, Spike ties Cross down in a reverse waist lock. YEEEAAAAHHHH!!! The crowd erupts as Akira drags himself over the safety barrier. Stumbling over the bodies of Zyon and Max King, Akira rolls into the ring, choosing to stay down to catch his breath. Cross slithers out of Spike’s grasp, performing a standard switch. Latching on to Spike’s red and yellow hair, Cross drives the Straight Edger face first into the ladder that is located directly under the titles. The impact is enough to knock the ladder to the mat as Spike slides down into a kneeling position. Blindly reaching to his side, Spike finds a chair…gripping it with his hand. Springing off the ropes, Cross comes charging back… CRACK!!! …Obtaining a harsh chair shot to the leg for his troubles. The wounded Suicide Machine attempts to hop away from the menacing Straight Edger… CRACK!!!! …But Spike is relentless as he delivers another shot to the left leg of his opponent. And one more for the road. CRRRACK!!! Cross’ eyes twitch as he falls to the mat, clinching his left leg. Celebrating his dominance with the chair, Spike holds the chair up while Landon Maddix is in the ring…while Landon is leaping…while Landon is extending his legs… CRACKKK!!! …WHILE LANDON IS HITTING SPIKE WITH THE LANDAMINATOR!!!! “Whoa, I haven’t seen that in awhile. And it still sucks,” Suicide King trails off, being cut short of an anti Maddix speech. “But it sure was effective, huh!” Spike falls to the mat in a 220 pounds heap of flesh. Landon, though, unlike Michael Cross, knows how resilient Spike Jenkins really is. Dragging Spike toward the turnbuckle, Landon forces the Straight Edger into a sitting position. Grabbing a random ladder, Landon sets the object on its side, with the head pointing toward his opponent’s nether regions. Dark Maddix returns with a smirk as the cruiserweight dropkicks the ladder into Spike’s testicles!!!!! OOOOOOOOO!!! The crowd cheers in unison as Spike clutches his lower half. With Cross’s leg in need of possible hospitalization, Landon sets a ladder up in the center of the ring. Forgetting the possible dramatics, Landon looks to stay a tag team champion. Crack!!!! “Akira is back in action, YES!” King cheers on a competitor not named Landon Maddix. “I agree with you King, but for different reasons,” says Comet, a big fan of the Mr. Kobe pupil. The Divine Wind latches on a cravate, which has become a Spike Jenkins special as of late. For Akira though, the ¾ headlock is just the beginning as the youngster runs up the rungs of the ladder looking for his modified finisher. Landon dodges THE DIVINE WIND by pushing Akira off, causing the young cruiserweight champion to fall to one knee. With his back facing Akira, Landon twists around extending his knee toward his befallen opponent. The only visible part of Akira’s face, his eyes grow, focusing in on the attack. As the impact would be overwhelming for Akira, the Divine Wind has no choice, but to duck under the strike!!! With Landon’s back to him once again, Akira takes advantage, wrapping the tag champion in a double chicken wing. Fatigued, but far from dead, Akira somehow summons the strength to flip Maddix on his sternum with the glorified Tiger Suplex, THE RISING SUN!!! “GO GET IT KID!” As if he heard Cyclone Comet, Akira begins to climb the ladder. Looking to become a double champion, Akira continues his way up with no obstacle in sight. “A-KIRA…A-KIRA!!!!” The crowd chants as the messiah like youngster is in arms reach of the gold… …But he goes up one more rung as ZYON of all people wait on the ring apron. Exploding off the apron, Zyon springboards…straight into the mat!!! “HA. That fool just botched a springboard!” Ignoring the possible “You Fucked Up” chants, Zyon commences on the opportunity to steal Akira’s spotlight. Grabbing on to the bottom of the ladder, Zyon tries to tilt the ladder backward, but he can’t quite lift it. Sweating bullets, the masked Akira reaches for the titles as MAX KING rolls into the ring. He immediately assists Zyon, tilting the ladder over in one upward heave. BUT IT’S NOT TOO LATE! Akira’s fingertips graze the gold as the ladder falls backward into the ropes, launching Akira throat first across the top rope. Bouncing off the rope, Akira staggers forward feeling the impact of a Zyon and King double clothesline! “Zyon and King just blasted Akira with a clothesline!” “Landon is motionless from the Rising Sun Tiger suplex. Spike is bleeding in the corner, and Cross‘ leg is in horrible shape!” Both announcers pinpoint where each wrestler is at in their wounded state as Zyon latches on to Max’s head, tossing him between the middle and top rope to the outside. Zyon’s eyes gaze over the destruction, finding eh answers he was looking for in the form of a steel chair. Setting the chair up near the ropes, Zyon springs off the opposite rope, leaping on to the chair, bolting over the top rope with a magnificent flipping attack that lands FLUSH on the Superior Talent. YEEEAAAHHHH! The crowd responds positively as the Divine Wind looks to one up the man he took the cruiserweight title from. Slowly, the cruiserweight champion ascends the turnbuckle, giving a certain bloody Straight Edger the chance at a weak jab. The jab lands, crotching Akira across the top rope. Staggering toward one of the ladders, Spike hoists it from a standing position only to lay it flat on the canvas. “Spike, you dolt! You can’t climb the ladder that way,” King makes a valid point. Climbing up after Akira, Spike hooks the young Japanese warrior in a front face lock, setting up a superplex on the ladder!!! Struggling to lift the problematic Divine Wind, Spike finds himself heaved into the air down toward the ladder with a release front suplex counter!!!! OOOOOOOOHHH! The crowd reacts as Spike fluidly grabs the top rope, positioning himself safely on the ring apron. CRACK! With Akira in a rut on the top rope, Spike follows through with a menacing forearm that knocks the cruiserweight champion for a loop. Balancing himself on the second rope, Spike once again places the resilient cruiserweight in a front face lock. Rising to their feet, the crowd notices how Spike’s body movement signals that Akira will not be meeting the canvas. Oh boy. Snapping Akira into the air, Spike leaps backward superplexing Akira on to a now standing Zyon and Max King on the floor!!!!!!!!!!!!! “OHHHHHHH!!!” No, that’s not the crowd. That’s the reaction from the announcers. WhOhOooooWWWOOOO! Now THAT’S the Phoenix crowd blowing the roof off the place. Team SpYon along with the Divine Wind and The Icon lay on the floor. Akira has no movement at all while the other three are moving very little, at best. “That was the damnest superplex ever…all the way to the outside onto two other competitors!” Comet still can’t believe his eyes. Back in the ring Cross limps to his feet as Landon picks a perfect time to rise to his feet, as well. The much more motivated Suicide Machine skips forward and past the New Generation. Bouncing off the far ropes, Michael Cross attempts a diving forearm, which Landon ducks easily. Connecting with the mat hand first, Cross is able to push himself back to his feet, rushing up on La Cucaracha from behind. Locking his wrist around Landon, Cross tries to lift his charismatic opponent, but Landon blocks with his foot. Chaining his movements together, Landon fires off multiple elbows to temple of one Michael Cross. CRACK! CRACK!! CRACK!!! Dazed by the mediocre head strikes, Cross drops his hands at his sides…CKO!!!! “WOAH!!!! Landon just dropped Michael Cross with a sudden CKO,” Comet does a motivated version of play by play. On the outside, Spike calmly ignores the in-ring action, pulling out a table. Placing the table against the safety barrier, Spike notices that Landon is alone in the ring. With the table stretched out vertically against the safety barrier, Spike rushes into the ring to meet his longtime rival. Charging toward his opponent, Spike crisply wraps his hands around the arm of Landon, performing a speedy Irish whip. Striving to catch the Straight Edger off guard, Landon launches himself off the second rope with a moonsault, but Spike crouches down catching Landon across his shoulder. Unable to hold La Cucaracha for long, Spike sloppily tosses his former rival into a standing ladder face first! With his current opponent falling to the mat, Spike grabs a random chair, locating it over the face of the fallen New Generation. On the outside, Zyon has for some odd reason stacked three tables on the eastern side off the ring. Two on the bottom and one on top, a hellacious pyramid of pain! “What the hell is that idiot doing? Why must he stack the wood so close to us?” King openly complains. Back in the ring, Spike hustles up a ladder about three rungs as the chair has yet to be removed from its peculiar position. Diving off the ladder, Spike curls himself into a ball, uncorking moment before impact, extending his feet into the chair, CRUSHING LANDON’S FACE WITH A DOUBLE STOMP!!!! “CRRRRR…THAT’S JUST SICK SOUNDING!!!” Landon is now all-hyper as he squirms around on the mat, scratching at his damaged face. Some in the crowd were forced too look away as Spike remains in the ring with a now standing Michael Cross. Fighting on all one foot, Cross lunges toward Spike who has the dented chair in hand. Noticing that the left foot connected to the injured left ankle has yet to leave the ground, Spike slides in for the attack! CRACK! Striking the Suicide Machine in the left ankle with another wicked chair shot. Full of hate, Spike attempts to shatter Cross’s ankle with another ultraviolet shot, but Cross intelligently takes a step back. The Asian Underground member watches as Spike whips the canvas with the chair, leaving himself open for a right foot to the top of the skull. Flailing backwards on to his ass, Spike’s eyes twitch as the Suicide Machine delivers a low lariat to the face of his opponent. “That was brilliant, King. Cross knew his ankle is in horrible shape, so the young warrior used his arms instead of the favored basement dropkick.” “Wow, you figured that all out yourself. I’m impressed.” Tossing two more chairs in the ring is Zyon, who rolls into the squared circle as well. Entering the ring from the other side is “The Icon” Max King, half recovered from his apparent car accident. Distracted by Wrestling’s Superman, Cross shuts The ICON down with a forearm, but Max retaliates with a right hand of his own. “HEY!” The Unique Youth calls for Cross’s attention before tossing a chair to the Suicide Machine??? Immediately, Cross turns, BLASTING MAX IN THE FACE WITH A CHAIR SHOT! CRRRRRRRRAAAACCCCKKKK!!!!!! Falling into the ropes, Max can only dream of Spike clutching Cross by the feet. However, the dream is no dream at all as the man from Hollywood gains the attention of everyone in attendance, including Michael Cross. Doing what he can to shake Spike off, the Asian Underground member looks to clobber Spike with the chair. CRACKK!!!!!! Spike remains conscience as the Suicide Machine falls to one knee clutching his left ankle. With chair in hand, Zyon directs Spike to ascend the top rope. With blood dripping off of his chin, Spike begins to climb the ropes as Zyon unmercifully traps his opponent’s impaired ankle in the chair. Buzzing the audience knows what could be on the way, but will the good-hearted team of Zyon and Spike…ok, Zyon follow through with it? You Bet. Leaping off the turnbuckle, Spike stomps the chair, snapping Cross’ ankle…SICK! CRACK!!!! “SPIKE JENKINS JUST PILMANIZED MICHAEL CROSS! JUST LIKE HE DID TO SEAN DAVIS A YEAR AGO!” That sure isn’t the chair. Imitating the New Generation, Cross rolls around shouting random obscenities. Members of the crowd can’t help but feel sorry for the Suicide Machine, but those are the risks people take in the ring. The shilling continues as Cross goes through a variety of pitches, while team SpYon stands two ladders next to each other, directly under the titles. Zyon looks to clean the ring of The Icon, clotheslining his opponent over the top rope, or that was the plan. Missing the lariat, Zyon is unable to recover fast enough to avoid being dumped over the top rope and to the floor! Zyon smacks the floor while the Divine Wind rolls into the ring. “One in, one out. It’s a cruiserweight substitution!” King calls it as he sees it. Gushing blood, Spike’s journey stops dead before it even begins. Ignoring the ladders, Spike strides toward the man he superplexed out of the ring, and boy is Akira PISSED! CRACK! One of the STIFFEST KICKS EVER slices Spike across the face adding a splash of red pigment across the canvas. Akira’s blue and white tights highlight with a shade of red as the Divine Wind SMOKES the Straight Edger with another kick to the face!!! Kneeling on one leg, the stupefied Jenkins is trapped between Akira Kaibatsu and a chair wielding Landon Maddix. Surprising everybody, Zyon leaps on to the ring apron, springing off the top rope, astounding everyone by NOT botching it this time, YAY! CRACK!!!!!!! Landon “Slugger” Maddix KILLS Zyon with a monstrous swing of the chair!! Falling limp to the mat, Zyon is unable to help his partner as the crowd goes nuts for the steel chair blow. Adrenaline pumping through his veins, the emotion is let free as Landon extends both arms to the side, palms down! “If I’m not mistaken King, that’s Toxxic’s signature taunt,” Comet points out. Swinging the chair over his head, Landon pulls it down, just as Akira charges forward. Between a rock and a hard place, Spike breaks through the mold, catching and tossing Akira backward with a railgun suplex! “Insert standard Tom Flesher reference here.” “Sure no problem, Comet. He’s the greatest man to ever grace this planet, and Spike is lucky to just be in the ring with him at one point in his silly career,” King inserts a reference all right. “Let alone…beat him!” Floating through the atmosphere, Akira’s foot errantly kicks the steel chair into Landon’s face…OUCH! CRACK! “Spike Jenkins just railgunned suplex Akira into Landon Maddix!” “WHAT IS WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE? Do they not have enough weapons around ringside? Do they really need to use EACH OTHER as weapons?” I repeat…OUCH! Spike saunters over to one of the two ladders standing, but is forced to turn back by the irritating sight or the resilient Max King. Both men have been utterly destroyed throughout the match; so one more slow dance of pain won’t bother the two any. Driving the competitors crazy, the tag titles loom over the star-crossed wrestler, waving from side to side. Spike initiates contact with a simple kick to Max’s gut, leading to a standing head scissor. With the American West Arena shouting at the top of their lungs, Spike struggles to hoist The Icon up into the RATINGS CRASH!!! Pushing out, the Superior Talent wraps the Straight Edger in a Russian leg sweep position; thrusting each other backward, Max and Spike smack the unforgiving ladder!!! CLUNK!!! Even if he hates his partner, Max drives Spike face first to the mat, possible sealing the fate for the other two teams. Taking a moment to clutch his back, Max realizes that he is all alone… “Go get it Max. This is for pride buddy; forget the fact that Landon is your partner. Forget the fact that tomorrow you will probably wake up in the hospital. Just get those belts!” King cheers King. Valiantly, The Icon scales the ladder, inching himself closer to the tag title that ominously hang in the balance. The crowd stomp their feet and clap their hands as Akira Kaibatsu rises back to his feet. Fatigued, the Divine Wind begins to ascend the ladder standing next to the first ladder. What was a climb for immortality has turned into a race for the blasted tag titles. Climbing up the ladders on opposite sides, desperation feels the air as the slower Max King pulls himself upward much quicker than usual. Akira, on the other hand, should really be worrying with the arrival of Landon “LA CUCUARACHA” MADDIX! “Oh boy, it just got bad for Akira. I hope he can make it through this possible disaster.” “So do I. Fuck…Landon…Maddix;” King spells it out for those hard of…understanding. Let’s Go AKIRA…CLAP CLAP CLAP!!! The crowd is emotionally behind the cruiserweight champion who is ¾’s the way up the ladder. Reaching back into his speedy history, Landon surpasses Max on the ladder, even managing to Charlie Horse Akira’s right thigh. Aligning his body with Akira, Landon unleashes a brutal chop that is meant to send Akira crashing. SMACK!! “WHOOOOO!” The tough Japanese import takes the shot like a man, firing back with a weak forearm. The New Generation fires back with a forearm of his own, knocking Akira down a peg. Struggling to remain in the equation, Akira watches, as Max is ALL THE WAY UP THE LADDER!!! The masked warrior’s eyes are about to explode…one last ditch effort. Ignoring Landon, Akira extends his leg, shoving the ladder maliciously. Titling from side to side, team MaddiKing does what it can to keep the ladder on its legs…DENIED! With one last thrust, Akira sends the opposing ladder titling to the side. Doing what they can to soften the death defying crash, Landon and Max fall over the top rope and through the THREE TABLES ON THE OUTSIDE!!!! CRASH!!!!!! “HE’S GOT IT!!!” Both announcers scream Lying under the wreckage is an unconscious Landon and Max, no longer the tag team champion. However, the Asian Underground is still two rungs away from the gold. Clutching his body, Akira steps up one rung and then to the final rung. A quiet shake of the ladder worries the Divine Wind who looks down…all the way down…and sees a figure. A bloody figure summons whatever strength he has left to tip the ladder backward, sending Akira Kaibatsu falling through the wind, and crashing into a table balanced between the floor and the safety barrier!!!! “HOLY SHIT!!!!” The crowd chant as the table forms a sandwich with Akira body being the condiment…not quite straight bread, but that doesn’t matter. Zyon awakens from his slumber as team SpYon begin to scale the highway to the titles. “Good lord King, look around us.” “I did. It reminds me of my second marriage…a mess.” The two partners, more importantly friends, continue their voyage…CROSS! The Suicide Machine rolls on to his hands, calmly pulling himself to his feet. YEEAAAAHHH! Showing the heart of a hero and the desire of a villain, Michael Cross makes it to his feet… … … Collapsing back to the mat, holding his shredded left ankle. With cries of pain emanating from Cross’s vocal cords, Spike and Zyon make it to the top… …Cross can only look on helplessly… …AT THE CROWNING OF NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! “THEY GOT HIM…for real this time!!!” DING DING DING!!!!! YEAHHHHHHH! The audience explodes as “Vitamin” spreads across Arizona. The two friends climb down to the mat, clutching the tag titles. In awe, Funyon does his duty. “The winners and NEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW SWF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS OF THE WORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRLD, HOLLLLYWOOOOOOODDDDD SPIKE JENKIIIINNNNNS AND ZYYYYOONNN!!!” Funyon shreds the microphone with his yelling as the audience overcomes the power of the FUN! Acting like a bunch of raving lunatics, the audience cheers their heads off over what has been a hectic TLC match. Spike and Zyon struggle to their feet, looking over at the bodies surrounding the ring. Gripping the SWF World Tag Team Titles tight, Spike puts his hand out… …And Zyon accepts with a handshake! Not only are they champions, but they are also friends. Best Friends. The SWF World Tag Team Champions! “Kevin Coyote meets Longdogger Pete in a Street Fight, Pete’s first match since Mall Brawl at Genesis! El Luchadore Magnifico defends the SWF World Heavyweight Title against The 2006 Clusterfuck Winner, Wes Davenport! TONIGHT! NEW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! FROM THE FIRE!”

No.

Considering Akira didn't tell me that Asian Underground were gonna show until the night before FtF, I must say...I'm kinda surprised they put something together and won...

She has tits.

10,056 words.

Uhhhh....

Meh. Depends where it is. I really don't feel like driving to Jersey for Slayer/LoG/Mastodon/COB, but I'll see.

My whore ex-girlfriend.

I love you Muzz. Like my ex-girlfriend loves cock and her level 36 Firecast spell that does 400 damage for 8 seconds.

I hear Billy Firehawk will be going to jail soon...

I like how you think! But really, Spike, Landon, hell, Skull, Jimmy, An Octopus. You can use actual characters with charisma or comedy characters with charisma.

I think we should let some wrestlers get in on the commentating booth, like in ROH with Punk or...uhhh...Punk.

... whoa now. I think this requires some elaboration. She started working at a LAN center I took her too (mostly because our friends worked there) and they basically hired her because she was a girl. She started playing WoW, became obsessed, and ended up cheating on me with two guys at the same time (guys she worked with, who were suppose to be friends of mine) and is now dating some 4 foot tall, 20 pound kid who she says she has more in common with then with me (which is a lie. He just plays WoW). She is playing WoW right now, I will bet my life on it. Fuck WoW.

I'm glad that SpYon gets written off as jobbing while the other two teams aren't showing. You're all bastards.

I like the European style. At least when it comes from Colt Cabana or Doug Williams. The two times I've seen Nigel live (Nigel vs. Colt from MM and Nigel vs. Lethal from Joe vs. Kobashi) I was just bored to tears from his work. And using the "Best there is, Best there was, Best there ever will be" line is just a cheesy way to get heat.

Nope. I like his heel work a bit, but he's just so boring.

Holy shit...did not expect Junior shooting Tony.

The guy who wants out...he's gone.

Needs more cowbell.

WoW is a big reason why my girlfriend cheated on me. Gods honest truth.

I'm 18 years old. I'm the hardest worker in my family with an actual 9-5 job (my dad is out of employment right now due to suing his job or some shit) and my brother and sister are "GANGSTER THUGS" who get left back every year in school and will either get hurt and/or pregnant if they don't cut the shit and don't get in over their heads. And my mom? I haven't seen her in 10 years, but last I heard she was a bartender in some biker bar.