HollywoodSpikeJenkins

My first PPV main event AND my first World Title shot. I am happy.

I'd buy it.

Everyone get a MySpace, become a whore, and join. And I need a bigger SWF logo and crap.

God, I wish I knew what happened to Brock Ausstin after I left. And who the hell is Team Heyross?

Is it really that good a match? I haven't seen it yet but I read on some sites that it was basically a glorified chop-fest. I've seen great stuff from those men before and it's obvious most would expect a terrific match, but seems that some would like to tag it with that rating just 'cause it's Kobashi/Joe. <{POST_SNAPBACK}> Exactly.

The Final Countdown - Europe.

Damn.

This was a preview for Saw II, as well as Underworld 2.

Should of told me. I would of finished the match.

‘Hello… sunshine.’ “TOXX!?” ‘I see your grasp of the obvious hasn’t changed.’ Spike stands there, listening to the familiar British accent coming through the handset. It certainly wasn’t something he’d ever expected to hear again. ‘So I’m sitting here in Nottingham watching me TV, keepin’ an eye on the old place, and what do I see? I see ‘Hollywood’ Spike Jenkins in a position to wrestle for the World Title. And show after show, I see him stinking up my TV and losing to midcarder after midcarder. Manson, MANSON for God’s sake, near enough killed you. Spike; you suck, and it’s official mate.’ “You know what, Toxx? Fuck you. Fuck you and-” ‘Spike, shut up a listen for a second. You are the longest-reigning Cruiserweight Champion of all time. You and Sean ended the reigns of Hollywood Boulevard, who were the longest-reigning tag champions of all time. And at 13th Hour you beat me in a Last Man Standing match. You kept me down for a ten count, which no-one has done before or since. When you were part of the Revolution, you won. And when you were coming after me… you won.’ Spike just stands there, not even realising that he’s nodding. ‘I faced Tom Flesher, and I beat him. You faced Tom Flesher, and you beat him. I faced you, and I beat you. And then we faced off again, and you beat me. I faced El Luchador Magnifico, and I beat him…’ There is a brief pause, in which Spike hears a breathy snort; Toxxic’s usual excuse for a laugh. ‘…can you see where I’m going with this? Or have your wits disappeared along with your wrestling ability?’ “You’re saying I’m better than this?” Spike asks, still not quite ready to believe that in his own backhanded way his former mentor and more recent enemy is paying him a compliment. “You’re saying that I can beat El Luchador Magnifico? That I can become World Champion?” ‘Easy tiger; I’m saying you can, not that you will. And to be honest I’m not sure if I’m ready for Spike Jenkins, World Champion… but that don’t matter. What I’m saying, Spike, is that you are capable of giving him a bloody good fight, and I for one hope you do.’ “Toxx-” ‘cos a) I’m gonna be paying out my hard-earned cash to watch this bloody PPV, and b) if you beat me and then choke in the main event a few months later it ain’t gonna do much for my self esteem. So give him a few bruises at least, for Christ’s sake.’ “Toxx,” Spike begins, then falls silent. ‘What?’ “You know that Last Man Standing match?” ‘Yeah?’ “…I shouldn’t have stopped hitting you when I did.” There’s a pause for a second or so. Then Toxxic laughs again, and in his mind’s eye Jenkins sees that familiar lopsided grin. ‘Spike, you’re still a cunt. Nice one, sunshine. If you ever drop by the UK make sure you let me know so I can have them deport you. But right now this is caning my phone bill, so let’s leave the happy reminiscing, shall we?’ “I-” ‘Laters.’ *click*

Moments after his match on Lockdown, Spike Jenkins tirades into the locker room. Seething with anger, Jenkins quickly knocks over a chair. He then picks it up, and tosses it across the room. “AHHHHHHH!!!! THIS IS NOT WHAT IS SUPPOSED TO BE HAPPENING!!!” Continuing his frantic screaming, Jenkins grabs every object he can and throws it against the wall. In the background, the ringing of a cell phone can be heard. “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?” cries the Number One Contender to the SWF World Title, “THIS IS FUCKING BULLSHIT!” Spike hurries over to a table set up and flips it over onto its side. The cell phone continues going off. Spike finally notices it, reaches for his bag and pulls the phone out. He flips it open, brings it to his ear, and screams into it. “WHAT? WHO IS THIS? WHAT DO YOU WANT?” ……… The sound of Jenkins’ jaw dropping takes over the screaming that was heard, as he hears the voice of someone he hasn’t spoken to in months. The voice of a former friend… The voice of a former enemy… ‘Hello… sunshine.’

Well...I wasn't expecting that...but I kind of was...yeah...

Thanks for letting us know how the movie went... Anyway...I saw the movie tonight. Totally kicked ass and the theater was PACKED. The acting was better than the first, Beverly Mitchelle was hot, and we actually got to know Jigsaw. Of course, the twist at the end made it more shocking. If you see the movie, you will know which scene I am talking about where everybody in the theater gasped and pretty much went into "Holy Shit" mode. It also got a standing ovation afterwards.

Smarkdown Card: "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins vs. Ghost Machine. That is all.

B-Boy has never really been on a main show. Neither with Hero, Cannon, or some other IWA guys.

I'll gladly put you over as a hot-shot rookie, only to get the job back at a more important time. It's something I do.

Liar!

The show was suppose to go up yesterday...right? It's not just me with my off the wall schedule?

Hello, I'm Matt Hardy...or something.

Yeah...I totally knew that was a guy....errr....you....totally.

So... Which one is Toxx?

Word to the Bird. He's probably getting his freaking Dace Night Horrocore Sex on.

Bentley is a face now.

Has Aries/AJ ever happened?