HollywoodSpikeJenkins

and in a wheel chair.

Good. Danny owes me a job from the last time he returned.

$13.09 a share? God damn.

Do we still have a chat? I haven't been in that thing in the longest time.

I approve.

I approve.

Apatow is a genius.

Don't worry guys, I'm returning soon. All will be well.

I smoke a lot of pot. So maybe I didn't win the TV or Euro title.

I held every title in the JL, I believe. Maybe it was June of 02.

Mario Kart 64 and X-Men Legends.

Real Name: Louis A. Maldarelli, Jr. Characters Portrayed: "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins In SWF Since: June of 03, I believe. Real-Life Height: 6'0" Real-Life Weight: 190 lbs. Real-Life Age: 19 Real-Life Location: Long Island, New York Picture: MySpace.com/aa_punk (facebook, as well.) Education: Currently a student at Nassau Community College, just trying to find my way. Accomplishments Outside of SWF: Youngest Real Estate Appraiser in New York, I make a decent buck and drive a new car, I practice Bikram Yoga, I somehow get laid more often then I probably should. I also smoke a lot of pot and have long hair. I'm also a former pro wrestler (trained under Mikey Whipwreck). And I'm thinking about getting back into it or heading into MMA. Favorite Band: I don't have a favorite band. I enjoy too many. Favorite Song: At the moment, I have two albums playing in my car nonstop. "Homeland Insecurity" by Endwell and "The Score" by the Fugees. Favorite Movie: Rounders, Taxi Driver, and Dazed and Confused. Virgin? Explain.: Not in the longest amount of time. Nailed some spanish girl after my ex cheated on me (the one who played WoW). Me and her are talking again and her best friend is dying to get us back together. Accomplishments Within SWF: Multi-time SWF World Tag Team Champion, Multi-time SWF Cruiserweight Champion, SWF Hardcore Champion, Favorite SWF Moment: D@mnation in a Box, the original Gauntlet Match, feuds with Toxx, ELM, Tom Flesher, and Zyon. Favorite SWF Writer (All-Time): Mak Francis, Edwin (to a certain extent) and Tom Flesher. Favorite SWF Writer (Current): Landon. Why You Joined The SWF: Pro Wrestling is my life. Ever since I was a little kid, I've been in love with everything that has to do with it. Most people don't understand why I have such a passion for it or why I consider it art. Then again, thats just me.

You listen to the Killers, bitch.

PROMO: “Oh, How I Hate Goodbyes.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------- The scene opens up inside an office at the SWF headquarters. Sitting impatiently inside of the waiting room, “Hollywood” Spike Jenkins stares at the ground, twiddling his thumbs. Silently thinking to himself, his train of thought is interrupted by the voice of a young woman. “Mr. Jenkins, Mr. Peters is ready to see you now.” Pulling himself back into reality, Jenkins nods at the woman. Climbing up to his feet, he calmly walks through the waiting area and into the office of Joseph Peters. “Ah…Spike!” says the head of Creative Control as Jenkins walks in. “Sit…sit. We have some business to go over.” “Yes, we do,” Jenkins nods as he sits down across from Peters and his desk. “Peters, let me get straight to the point. My injuries from the Elimination Chamber have healed. I’m ready to return to action.” Peters nods, “Before that, I’m sure there are more doctors to see and tests to run.” Spike waves his hand, “I’ve taken all the tests. I’m fine. I have the paper work to show it.” “Uh…huh…” says Peters as he begins to fade into thought. “I’m ready to return. I want to get back in the ring right away.” “Well…it’s not that easy, Spike. We can’t just randomly book you on the show. I have to speak to the writers and to the agents and bookers and figure out a plan for you.” Jenkins eyes narrow, “…Or you could just book me on the show.” “Spike…have you ever thought about…commentating?” “What?” the New Straight Edge Sensation responds. He shifts in his chair, eyeing the Creative Control member. “Are you going to tell me what is going on, Peters?” “Spike…” Joseph sighs, “We need to talk about your contract. It’s almost up.” “And…?” “Well…me and the rest of Creative Control feel…that it is in our interest…to not re-sign you as a performer.” Spikes eyes widen and his mouth drops open, “What?” “We feel that your actions over the past couple of years have been unforgivable. But you did make us money, whether it is merchandise or television ratings…so we kept you aboard. Now that your contract is about to expire, we think it would be best if we went our separate ways.” “Wait…” Jenkins shoots up out of his chair, “What the hell is going on right now?” Peters speaks slowly and carefully, watching his words knowing full well anything could happen at this moment, “We are letting you go.” “I don’t understand…” “Spike…I’m sorry.” Completely stunned and in awe, Jenkins simply turns his back on Peters and storms out of the office. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- January 24, 2007 SWF Storm Atlanta, Georgia Inside the Phillips Arena, “Hollywood” Spike Jenkins quietly sits in the dining area. The room is almost completely empty, save for a few ring crew members and backstage producers finishing up their meals. Jenkins sits at a round table, far off into the corner, away from everyone else. Poking at his grilled chicken with a plastic fork, he stares out into space. “Hey Spike…” comes a very familiar voice to not only Spike Jenkins, but to the rest of the SWF fans and roster. “Mak…?” Spike looks up from his plate and into the eyes of the paraplegic announcer…and his former mentor, Mak Francis. “I really don’t feel like getting into a verbal war right now, Mak.” “No, Spike. That’s not why I’m here.” “Then make it quick. It’s my last night and I’m counting the minutes until I’m out of here.” “Yeah…I heard about that. I’m sorry.” “You’re sorry? Why are YOU sorry? I’m the one that did that to you.” “I know…but still. I’ve grown to accept what life has given me. I’ve come to terms with my injury and the fact that I may never walk again. And I’ve come to terms with the fact that you are the man that did this to me.” Spike looks back down at his plate, keeping his eyes away from the Franchise. “It takes a big man to deal with all that.” “Yeah, I try. But you know me, I don’t like to brag.” Both men grin. “So what do you want, Mak?” “Well…it was actually about your release,” Francis pauses as he thinks about his words. “How would you like it if I talked to some of the higher ups…and maybe got you a second chance?” Spike sharply turns his head to Mak. “You would do that…for me?” “I would,” Mak nods. “But honestly, I don’t think you’re ready to get back into action.” “What…but I’ve been medically cleared,” stammers the Hollywood Superstar. “I’m not talking about just physically…I’m talking about emotionally and mentally.” “What do you mean?” “Spike, I’ve worked through all of my demons. You haven’t. You need to come to terms with your past.” Spike turns his head, obviously stung by Francis’ words. “I know,” he places his hands to his head. “I’ve done a lot of fucked up things over the past couple of years.” “Spike,” Francis says as he wheels closer to Jenkins. “I’m asking you; once again, like I did many moons ago…come train under me again. I can help you get into top shape.” Jenkins looks at Mak, “Train? Under you? Are you serious?” Mak grins as he grabs onto both armrests on his chair. Palming them both, he pushes himself up off his chair and into a standing position! Jenkins stares in awe as Mak holds his footing for a couple more seconds before sitting back down. “Now, will you come train under me? Give me a couple of months and you’ll be focused and ready to return.” Spike looks back down at his food. “Mak…I want to be World Champion.” Francis holds his hand out, staring the Hollywood Superstar down. “Spike, I can make you World Champion.” Jenkins turns to Mak…and shakes his hand. “I will miss this place, though.” “Everybody does when they leave. That’s what brings them back. And you’ll be back.” “Yeah…I’ll be back.” [Fade to Black]

I invited a bunch of friends over, so I'm still ordering. I want to see Cro Cop kick Eddie's head clean off his shoulders.

you're gay. (for sending me a match that long) I can say that now cause I'm inactive and a marker. Bitch.

I'm not MIA. I just forgot its Thursday. Sending the match to you now, Taamo.

I demand that the title be changed to "Tom Flesher AND Spike Jenkins presents..."

So where is the beer?

Shut up and wait a couple of months. It will all make sense. I swear. I think.

Thats kind of the point. Mak has grown to accept what has happened to him and be the bigger man and move on, while Spike still dwells in it (amongst other feuds). That is what Mak wants to help teach Spike.

Seriously, where is the beer?

Yeah, don't use me. But Taamo, I'll help mark.

Don't bother. WoW is evil.

You're too young, Akira. Wait for your balls to drop before drinking.