HollywoodSpikeJenkins

THE MAIN EVENT - SWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH Michael Stephens © vs. Jimmy the Doom © ---> Toxx to retain. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- SWF INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH - LUMBERJACK MATCH Bruce Blank © vs. "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins ---> I don't usually predict my own matches...wait...yes, I do. Me. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- SINGLES MATCH Landon "La Cucaracha" Maddix © vs. "The Divine Wind" Akira Kaibatsu ---> I can out-indy both of them. But Akira for the upset! -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- SINGLES MATCH - CRUISERWEIGHT MATCH Birdman vs. Zyon ---> Zyon, if he is up to showing. Not sure how school and work is treating him. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- OPENING BOUT Charlie "Grappler" Matthews vs. Mike Van Siclen ---> I never predict Mike, mainly because I would be making a wrong prediction. Grappler.

Why would you want to gain 10 pounds? Fat.

Bruce and/or Nemesis, send me that opening promo when its done so I have an idea of where you guys are going with your storyline.

Make me World Champion. Or better yet, make Bruce World Champion. That will get people showing.

Any 5 people?

Hey, Cross. Don't insult my protege.

Grandpa Blank: Just kidding.

lolz, Bruce, get off my lawn.

So Nash did what we all thought he would? Yep.

STOP PUSHING LANDON UP!

STOP HOLDING HAWKE DOWN!

No title shot? STOP HOLDING ME DOWN!

They want to bring in Brian Christopher AGAIN?

I think World Champion Joe/AJ/Daniels vs. Truth/Tag Champs LAX would be the best thing this company could do right now. Watch them screw it up.

Wait...are you calling me a emo windbag OOC? I believe that is an insult, sir. We will duel at dawn.

Promo: “All the Heathers are Dying” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The scene opens up inside of a corridor inside of MTS Centre arena. Hours before SWF Storm is to take place, the crew attentively fills out the arena, setting up for tonight’s show. Oddly enough, causing a distraction in the hallway, “Hollywood” Spike Jenkins leans against a wall, one foot casually placed on it while the other firmly on the ground. A heavy black “Ed Gein” sweatshirt covers his cruiserweight frame, the hood draping over his face. The camera sinks in, as The King of Cambodia begins to speak. “You know, I get called a lot of names. Arrogant, cocky, evil, a bastard. After what I did to Zyon and Sean Davis, day after day, people asked me why? People ask me how can I sleep at night after doing what I do? Let me tell you all now. I sleep very comfortably. Do you want to know why? Because when I lay my head down onto my pillow every night, I can close my eyes and rest easy because I know I am an evil son of a bitch. I know I cause other people pain. Not just physically, but emotionally, mentally, and spiritually. Knowing that? I have no regrets about what I do.” “But one of the things that does bother me, is how certain fans…certain wrestlers…certain bookers…can’t get past that. They can’t see me for the fine performer that I am. Because not only do I go out there on a constant basis, putting on match of the year candidates…I bring in fans. I bring in revenue. I bring in the ratings. People want to watch me…and for some reason, there are some people out there that can’t understand this. They don’t understand that I am a Professional Wrestler! ” Spike lets his foot drop to the ground and leans back fully against the wall. Removing the hood over his face, releasing his shoulder length multi-colored blonde hair from its confinement. “To be in this business and to do what I do, you have to have a certain passion for it. A love for it. If not, then you just won’t make it to this level. So, while I am an evil bastard, I am proud to call myself a Professional Wrestler. Because I love this sport and this business,” Spike continues as he glares into the camera, “But every now and then…there is something about this company that gets under my skin. This sport is professional wrestling…yet this company likes to put guys on television…who aren’t professional wrestlers. Which brings me to my point…SWF International Champion…Bruce Blank.” “I have the utmost disdain for Bruce Blank. Not because he is an inbred hick…but because of the amount of ‘success’ he has had. Bruce Blank is not a professional wrestler. Bruce Blank is a GIMMICK. Bruce Blank is a fraud. Bruce Blank is the Dat Phan of the wrestling world. Without his gimmicks, he wouldn’t even be here today!” “Case in point! The Ultra Violent Title! Bruce’s stepping-stone into the SWF. It amazes me how Creative Control would always be on my ass about how I tried to kill Zyon, but this guy ran around graveyards getting his ass kicked. The Ultra Violent Title was not a wrestling championship! It was garbage! It was a gimmick Bruce Blank used to get on television…to get his name known. Night after night, week after week, Blank ‘defended’ that piece of shit in garbage matches. You want to know who made Ultra Violence in the SWF? I did! I did two years ago when Dace Night and me nearly killed each other in Damnation in a Box! I did two years ago when I took a weed whacker to the chest, a light bulb shattered in my mouth! I made ultra violence! I made ultra violence when I tried to blind Manson with a fireball! When I stabbed Crowe over and over again with a fork! When I bled for the SJL World Heavyweight Title! Bruce Blank, I created the fad that you rode on the coattail of to make you who you are today!” “After losing the Ultra Violent title…where did you go, Bruce? Nowhere. Until this company thought they could make some more money off you and put you in the International title match. You came out victorious and what do you do as the new International Champion? You turn it into a gimmick! You put on a suit and tie; you have some little Queer Eye wannabe give you a makeover. You cry about making the International Title an old school, wrestling title. Well, Bruce, you are the last person capable of doing that…because you aren’t a wrestler. You’re a cheap biker from any random bar along the highway in the south! You are nothing special and far from a top talent.” “I am sick and tired of being overlooked for people like you, Bruce. I am a professional wrestler. I go out to that ring and wrestle. You go out to that ring and perform a circus…and not a very good one at that. Now that I have an International Title shot coming my way…I’ll make sure to put an end to your circus.” “But I beg of you, Bruce, believe your hype. Believe everything they say about you…about how you are the next big thing. The next unstoppable monster. But we both know that you aren’t anywhere near that level. How you are nowhere near MY level. You are a gimmick, Bruce. A joke. When you step in the ring with me, one-on-one…it will be a wrestling match. Something that you cannot compete in. But please, believe your hype. Look past me, Bruce Blank. Look towards Jay Hawke. Skip past me, I’m nobody, right? Bruce Blank, next SWF superstar. Let me ask you something? Should you really consider me as a joke? Bruce Blank, how many former World Champions have you defeated? Three? Four? Five, at most? Bruce Blank, I lost count a long time ago of how many I have defeated. How many times have you main evented a Pay Per View? One hundred something days as ‘Ultra Violent’ champion? One Hundred and Twenty days as SWF Cruiserweight Champion! How many title reigns do you have? I have more! I have done everything you have AND more and I’ve done it better. I will exploit you for the fake that you are.” “But please, look past me. Respond to this message I am sending you. Call me a joke. Make me the underdog. Because that will make it all the sweeter when I not only embarrass you and take your title, but when I take whatever pride and dignity you have left. You are just another big man who can throw a punch…and you aren’t even that good at it.” Spike lifts the hood back over his skull, looking deep into the camera. Giving a slight grunt, he turns and walks off down the hallway to prepare for his match later that night.

It's friday night. There better be some drunks at the theater.

So Bruce is the Josh Blue of the wrestling world?

Best stuff comes from real life.

I figured if you would promo back that that is what you would you would be calling me.

Alex Shelly stole my haircut. And Akira is gay. LOLZ

Sabu eats the contract. He's hardcore! He's hardcore!

This match is great on so many levels.

Why would you even try and do that?

I thought they were going to push the tag team division for a second...my mistake.