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The people sending to THOTH (only two of you), please send to Chuck Woolery instead.

Fascists.

I should point out, just for the record, that this is not the "new" way cards are going to be booked. There's an intra-show angle or story arc, and I set it up this way at the request of one of the people involved after he'd cleared it with CC.

That's no excuse.

Oh yeah? Well you're ugly. I'd also like to commend Frisco on a delightfully silly visual of Carnage buying Candace a teddy bear, as well as Dace Night making a return while staying useless to me in the booking arena.

I don't recall indicating that you were welcome in this thread, Mak.

A very special happy birthday to Mak, since, as Strangler pointed out, the first post in the last birthday thread was indeed for Mak's birthday. It seems only appropriate to start a new one, so... Birthday wishes, and please remember that tomorrow, the best thing for you will be the hair of the dog that bit you.

I mentioned my comments on this in the other thread, but just to reiterate... it didn't take advantage of the stipulation at all. While I agree that the stip wasn't great (it's the sort of thing you'd fantasy-book to telegraph a win for Sacred), at some point you do need to bow to the stip. If you're like me, you're not going to write an original, psychologically-deep ladder or first-blood match. That said, I'll keep this match in mind and try to avoid pre-ordaining winners on my cards.

I had two very difficult decisions to make. Neither tag match was perfect, of course, but Wild & Dangerous did what I thought was a great job telling a story about themselves without using their opponents as cardboard cutouts to bounce their story off of. Toxxic and Davis wrote a great match, but W&D's just had that feel to it that I'm so fond of invoking as a reason for making my decision. The Rev-0 match just felt like another match to me, while the W&D match felt like something special. The seven-minute challenge was odd because of how Landon chose to end it. I'd like to encourage him to post his losing match, if only to illustrate that despite being an excellent match it lost a lot of points for not using the stipulation the way it could have been used. Also, Sacred's match didn't just go on the prior psychology, it developed it and furthered it in what I felt was a simple but important step. Want to know what it was? Read the match.

When they call your name, instead of "Here" or "Present," shout "Guilty!" At worst, you're excused. If you're lucky, they'll say you poisoned the whole pool and let everyone go home.

So, will Carlson now be contractually free to get a big-boy haircut?

Red Stripe's as often skunked as not. It's not bad beer. It's certainly better than Labatt's, which is what I get in Buffalo. It's just not great beer either.

Scotch.

Unibroue makes a good line, if a little perfumey. I can't drink much of it, and the bastards don't make Quelque'chose anymore. I just picked up a six of Saranac's caramel porter, which I thought was a color description but is in fact a flavor component. I'm still on the fence - I like the slightly sweet caramelness to it, but it's got that awful acidic American beer aftertaste. Sierra Nevada's porter never fucks around with me like that. Bodington's. Also a very good beer, and just about as light as I go unless I'm drinking cider.

Well, it's being done with a purpose this time.

I'd say "post at TSM," but that seems a little glib.

You're not on either list, so you can assume you're not booked. I PM'd everyone who was booked and added the list as a failsafe. I also informed everyone with a match of what had gone on prior and gave them a partial card, then informed the main eventers that they're to close out the show. And deal, just this once.

Are you high?

“Landon.” Toxxic is still in the ring, and the Straight-Edge Sensation has a microphone. The former World Champion is breathing heavily, but still determined to say his piece. “Landon, what has happened in this match doesn’t change a thing between you and me,” Toxxic asserts. “You still have my World Title, and I’m still coming for it. You’ve already managed to do one thing that no-one else ever has - you made me tap out.” “YOU TAPPED OUT! YOU TAPPED OUT!” Toxxic looks around as the chant is picked up by the crowd, but the Brit just shrugs and ignores them. “Now you need to see if you can do another thing no-one’s ever done,” he continues, “and that’s retain a title against me. There has not been one occasion when I have stepped into a ring to challenge for a title and left without it. You will have to face me again; the only way you can get out of it is if you lose that belt to someone else in the meantime.” “I’m not seeing that happening,” LDP laughs, “Landon’s on the top of his game at the moment!” “We’ll see…” King says darkly. “Landon, I look at Martial Law and I laugh,” Toxxic says bluntly. “What exactly are you trying to achieve? You… well, I think I’m right in saying that you were coming for the title, not for me. You wanted to be the best in the world, and who can blame you? But you’ve also decided that you want to stop the Revolution… well, that’s not going to happen.” The straight-edger grins wearily and slaps Sean Davis on the shoulder. “This man is one of the strongest men in the SWF. He’s a three-time Tag Team Champion, three-time Hardcore Gamers’ Champion and the current USJL Champion… and he’s just one man. We’ve also got Sacred, and you know all about him. We’ve got Spike Jenkins, two-time Tag Champion and the longest-reigning Cruiserweight Champion of ALL TIME.” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” “You and me, we had our differences before you came for the title,” Toxxic admits. “And Todd Cortez - I retired his tag team partner; I retired Mike Van Siclen. I can see why he’d have something against me. But Clark?” The straight-edger stops his speech and looks up at the Smarktron, as if hoping to see Landon there to clarify things for him. “Landon, what in the name of all that is pointless and annoying made you decide to shack up with Clark? I mean, it wasn’t that long ago that you two were kicking each other’s heads in all across this country.” Toxxic stops to collect his thoughts again, momentarily thrown by the ludicrousness of Landon choosing to team with Alan Clark. “Landon, have you ever heard the theory that everything happens for a reason?” the Straight-Edge Sensation asks. “Well, right here and now in the SWF… that reason is me.” “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” “King, this guy’s an egomaniac for sure,” LDP complains, “is that why you like him so much?” “This isn’t bollocks Landon, hear me out,” Toxxic continues. “Everything important around here that has happened recently has been because of me. The Cold Front Classic - wouldn’t have been needed if I hadn’t have been kicking the arses of challengers all over the shop. The reason Todd Cortez no longer has a tag team partner? Me. The reason Clark spent two months under a mask pretending to be Mike Van Siclen? Me!” “I knew someone had to be to blame for that…” King hisses. “Let’s go a bit further afield,” Toxxic says, starting to warm to his subject. “The reason Johnny Dangerous became World Champion? Me! He walked down that aisle to take up MY challenge! And the reason he’s no longer World Champion? ME! The reason Wildchild will NEVER get his revenge on Mike Van Siclen? Me again!” “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” “And now, we come down to you,” Toxxic snarls, “Landon ‘La Cucaracha’ Maddix. The reason you became such a star was because you retired Tom Flesher at Genesis V, and you remember why Grand Slam put you on his team? The reason these morons started cheering you at all? Because you came down to help him when he was getting his arse handed to him… BY ME!” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” “Like it or not, I am the reason things happen in this Federation!” Toxxic yells. “I am the only reason you three can stand in the same ring without ripping each other’s faces off! You cannot stop me without stopping the SWF! Revolution Zero is here to stay, and there is NOTHING you can do about it! You three have banded together for one purpose; to stop me. Well, in that case I say you’re already off to a bad start sunshine, because this is not about you and what you want to do, this is about ME! And in that case, you can NEVER outthink me, because you are merely reacting to me! You can NEVER be as motivated as me, because you are simply seeking to stop me! You have no plan, no agenda of your own beyond me and mine, and that means that we will always beat you! And if you DO have your own agenda…” the Straight-Edge Sensation stops for a breath, and casts a dark glare around at the crowd before returning his attention to the Smarktron. “…then what the hell makes you different to us?” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” There is no music, no sudden change in the Smarktron. However, in the couple of seconds since Toxxic stopped speaking three shapes have suddenly appeared on the soundstage. ‘The Urban Legend’ Todd Cortez Alan Clark Landon ‘La Cucaracha’ Maddix “YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” The trio start to walk down the ramp, each one battered from their earlier matches but each one focused on the two men in the ring. Megan is not with them; Martial Law don’t want to put her at risk, because they know there are two more members of Revolution Zero somewhere. “LET’S GO LAN-DON!” “LET’S GO LAN-DON!” The arena is oddly quiet except for the crowd cheers, no music or mic work going on. Toxxic hands his own mic back through the ropes to Funyon, then turns and stands beside Sean Davis as Martial Law enter the ring. Neither side looks intimidated… and neither side is backing down. “So this is Landon Maddix, holder of the moral high ground,” Suicide King snorts, “coming out here three-on-two?” “No-one’s said it’s going to come to a fight yet King,” LDP points out… but he doesn’t sound too sure. Maddix steps up and stares into Toxxic’s steel-grey eyes, the British leader of Revolution Zero gazing unblinkingly back. Meanwhile Sean Davis measures both Todd Cortez and Alan Clark, casually squeezing one fist in the palm of his other hand. “LET’S GO LANDON!” Toxxic and Landon are nose-to-nose, each one speaking quietly, biting out words that the viewers at home cannot make out. Todd Cortez meanwhile starts talking trash to Sean Davis… ending in a word that looks to lip-readers suspiciously like ‘convict’… “Uh-oh…” King mutters. *WHAM!* Davis lashes out with a right hand that catches Cortez square on the jaw, and the former Tag Chmpion drops like a stone! Alan Clark immediately rushes to his stablemate’s defence and begins raining right hands into Davis as the big man stoops to continue his attack, but by this time Toxxic and Landon are going at it hell for leather as well! “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” “Martial Law vs. Revolution Zero!” Pete screams over his mic, “it’s all breaking down here!” “Where’re Spike and Sacred!?” King yells. “To hell with that, where’s security!?” And for once, the SWF’s security staff are on the ball as merely moments after the first punches start flying they are racing down the entrance ramp, and veritable landslide of uniforms and caps intent on stopping the mayhem! Half a dozen surround Sean Davis and pull the Perfect Storm away from Clark and Cortez, who are restrained by another three each. Meanwhile the other ten are equally split between Landon Maddix and Toxxic, half pulling the Straight-Edge Sensation away into the corner while the others bundle Maddix out through the ropes. The crowd aren’t happy that they’ve lost their chance to see Rev-0 taken apart in front of them, but as security haul Martial Law up the entrance ramp and some more try and escort Sean Davis through the crowd Toxxic is left in a small circle of five in the ring… and realising that he won’t have a chance to lay another punch on Landon for a while, the straight-edger raises one black-nailed hand and flips a v-sign at the departing Maddix! Landon tries to get back and give the cocky Brit some more but his attendant guards are having none of it. “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” Laughing, Toxxic turns away from the entrance ramp and looks for Sean Davis. He is surprised to see the big man being escorted away through the crowd… but then something else catches his eye. Something very disturbing indeed. One of the security men has a tattoo going down one side of his neck, a tattoo that seems to disappear under his collar. A tattoo that seems strangely familiar… “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” All of the security men are facing off in the direction of the entrance ramp, but this one surely can’t see much with the way his cap is pulled low over his eyes… “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” With a sinking feeling in his gut, Toxxic steps up behind the security guard and reaches out to remove the cap. “…YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” It is him. “IT’S DACE NIGHT!” Longdogger Pete screams as the Hardcore Brummie turns around, grinning at the aghast Straight-Edge Sensation. “DACE NIGHT IS BACK IN THE SWF!!” “NO!” King shouts. “What’s he doing here!?” *CRACK!* Dace fires off an elbow smash that connects with the weary straight-edger and drops him to the canvas! The other security guards suddenly realise that something is wrong and try to grab Horrorcore, but Dace Night simply shrugs them off and then reaches down to pick the dazed Toxxic up! Before anyone else can do anything he places the leader of Revolution Zero in a standing headscissors, hoists him up and- *BAM!* “POWERBOMB!” LDP yells as Dace drives Toxxic down with all his considerable might, “Dace Night just devastated the former World Champion with a brutal powerbomb!” “Get him out of here!” King yells, seemingly not caring whether or not the baffled security guards can here him or not. “GET THAT MANIAC OUT OF THE RING!” “DACE-DACE-DACE-DACE-DACE-DACE-DACE!!” Dace F’n Night looks around at the crowd in New Hampshire and smiles. It’s good to be back. FADE OUT © 2004 SmartMarks Wrestling Federation 'Making the Panda happy since 2000'

THREE! TWO! ONE! *BOOOM!* FIRSTLOCKDOWNOFTHENEWYEARBITCHES~! Pyro greets us to the beginning of the SWF's 2005, live from the Verizon Wireless Arena in Manchester, New Hampshire, home of crazy screaming people! In the ring, Funyon is ready to go. And so are the new announce force... "Ladies and gentlemen...at this time, it is my great pleasure to introduce your new SWF announce team. Please welcome...LONGDOGGER PETE!" "YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" "And...THE SUICIIIIIDEEE KIIIIIING!" "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" The camera swoops down to the announce position and to Pete and King, both smiling away, King despite the customary boos being hurled his way. "Ha! They still love ya partner." Pete chuckles, shortening King's smile somewhat. "Welcome to Lockdown folks, with me, Longdogger Pete, sitting in the desk with The Suicide King. Brings back a few memories, eh King?" "Yes. Not particularly fond memories, but memories nonetheless. I just hope you're more tolerable than Axis and MacPhisto were." "Well, I'll try my best, but I ain't promising nothing." "It'd be hard to top MacPhisto, that's for sure. On with the show itself and we have four matches lined up for your here tonight, with the main event being a Tag Team Title defence by Revolution Zero. Toxxic and Sean Davis defend the titles against probably the longest serving tag team in the SWF today, Wild and Dangerous...who look to become the first team to hold the SWF Tag Team Titles for the third time." "Also tonight, we've got the long standing Cruiserweight Champion and Revolution Zero member Spike Jenkins...wait, Spike Jenkins?" "Yes." "He's still alive?" "Yes..." "...well I'll be jiggered. Spike Jenkins up against Manson here tonight, another veteran of the ring." "Plus we've got more tag team action. The possible successor to my throne, the NEW King, Max King is in action. He teams with Dominic Korgath to take on Todd Cortez and Bloodshed. Or...is that The Apostle?" "It's Alan Clark. And speaking of which, Alan's long time nemesis and current ally is in action to kick off the show. Yes folks, that's right...the NEW SWF World Heavyweight Champion and long-time ICTV Champion Landon Maddix will go one on one with Revolution Zero member Sacred in our opening bout. A Seven Minute Challenge, which we'll speak more of in a minute...after, our new champion graces us here in the ring." "Oh, joy. Just the way I wanted to start my first show back on color duty." "PREPARE...FOR...LANDON!" ...WAAAAAHHHHH... *DUM DUM* "YEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!" And right on cue, the music hits! The crowd in the Verizon Wireless Arena rise to their feet, cheering, applauding, screaming...whatever, they're happy to be here and they're even happier to see Landon Maddix emerging through the curtains! With a belt over each shoulder and a broad grin on his face, Maddix stops on the stage and soaks up the atmosphere, as behind him emerge his new found friends. Megan Skye, Todd Cortez...and Alan Clark, looking least happy of the four. "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the ring...MARTIAL LAW! MEGAN SKYE! ALAN CLARK! The NEW SWF Hardcore Gamers Champion, TODD CORTEZ! And...the reigning SWF Intercontinental Television Champion and NEEEWW S W F WOOORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! LANDON "LA CUCARACHA"... MAAAAADDIIIIXXX!!!" Raising both titles above his head, Maddix does his best not to look smug...and fails miserably. Meanwhile, Alan Clark is already leading the way down the aisle, Megan and Cortez following on and leaving the World Champion to bring up the rear. "To think, THIS kid is the World Heavyweight Champion." "Despite all your best efforts King." "It boggles the mind. To think that this runt will go down in the record books alongside great wrestlers such as myself, Tom Flesher, Danny Williams, Magnifico, Rane, Wilson, Strangler, Sacred..." "Mark Stevens." "Let's not go nuts here." One by one the Martial Law members enter the ring and congregate in the center, waiting Maddix milks the moment for all it's worth, doing a tour of ringside and tagging hands. Hands that include Longdogger's, but not King's as he gets nothing more than a cold glare. Maddix grabs a microphone once at the timekeeper's table and rolls his titles into the ring... "MAD - DIX! MAD - DIX! MAD - DIX!" ...as suddenly, a small group of fans positioned behind the announce desk start to chant the World Champion's name. Stopping to salute them, the champ then pulls himself up onto the apron before leaping over the top into the ring, Megan applauding her man for no particular reason. "See, when I was in control of this place, this kid would never have gotten mic time, let alone the World Heavyweight Championship." As the music cuts, Maddix scoops up his belts and places one over either of Megan's shoulder, weighing his valet down considerably under the goldage. Meanwhile, Maddix turns back around the checks his mic is on. "So, this is what it feels like to be World Champion huh?" "YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" "You'll forgive me if I come off a little smug here, but let's face it, last time I was World Champion the company folded before I got a chance to do so much as boast about my win, let alone actually defend the title. This time, I'm gonna milk this for all it's worth." "Why doesn't that surprise me?" grumbles King. "It's taken me a year and a half to go from Junior League debutant to SWF World Champion. Not all that impressive after what Toxxic did in just a half a year I know, but I'd like to think that my rise to the top was something that people will remember. See, winning the World Championship is a great honour in itself. But just as much as winning the title means to me, keeping the title means just as much. Records, lengths and number of title reigns...that stuff may not mean all that much to other people, but I guess I'm a mark for myself when it comes to that sort of stuff. And you can bet I didn't win this title just to have some short, forgettable title reign. I'm determined that Landon Maddix will be remembered as a World Heavyweight Champion, some way, somehow." Motioning Megan over, Maddix lets her place the belts over his shoulders now, whilst Clark and Cortez mutter amongst themselves. "Boasting over, Toxxic...you put up one hell of a fight my Limey friend. Just ask the doctor who had to stitch me back up after the show. But I came through far too much over this past year and a half to let it slip away on the night I finally got my big chance. Ninety three days is some record and you gave this belt one hell of a lot of prestige in the past few months, but the time of change is upon us. See in those past few months that you brought prestige to the World Title, you and your cronies were setting about turning the SWF into Revolution Zero territory. You had the power. You were in control. But suddenly...you boys are in OUR world!" "YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" "I have the World Heavyweight Championship, the biggest symbol of power there is in the company. Not to mention the ICTV Championship, the second biggest. And just for the record, for as long as I can go defending both these belts, I will do so. I'm not going to disrespect this belt the way Janus did. The gold and the power is with me. Your biggest asset, gone, to me. The second biggest asset, still with me. And now, you don't have quite the numbers advantage you had before. Four on one, I may have been intimidating into not taking you on. But you made the mistake of creating more enemies than you could keep track of. Todd Cortez was ready to fight you. He just needed to even the sides a little. Alan Clark was ready to fight you. He just needed to even the sides a little. And that's what we have done." Turning around, Maddix points towards Alan Clark as he continues on. "I have been at odds with this man for the better part of a year Toxxic. We have brawled and battled through the SJL, to the SWF. Two Out Of Three Falls Matches. Ironman Matches. Empty Arena Matches. We've been through those as enemies and quite frankly, the history that's gone down between us will never be forgotten. But somehow, someway...you have prompted us to not only put aside our many differences, but to vow...to unite together, not for the good of ourselves, but for the good of the whole! A Revolution Zero run SWF was a dystopia we could not allow to develop! The warning signs were there and it was just a matter of time before the Revolution had all the titles, all the power. There was no-one to govern you. No-one higher up to stop you, after the issues between King and Stevens had blown a hole in the SWF's hierachy." "And before I blew a hole through Stevens' head..." King recollects. "So we have come together and declared Martial Law here in the SWF! Todd Cortez. Alan Clark. Landon Maddix. We are officially leading the fight against the Revolution. Us three men. Are we the most intimidating force to ever come about in the SWF? Far from it. But if you think we're going down without a fight Toxxic, then you're very much mistaken. And remember, we're only the beginning. Think of all the enemies you have made over the past year. The enemies Sean Davis has made in the past half year. The enemies Spike Jenkins has made in...well, god knows how long he he's been here, but it's a long time. And think of all the enemies...Sacred has made over the years. We're just the start Toxxic. We're the vocal minority. But believe me, there are more men and women who have issues to settle with you too..." In the background Cortez and Clark both nod, almost too knowingly, as Maddix takes a moment to adjust the belts over his shoulders. "Like Dace Night!" "YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" "Like Andrea Montgomery and Annie Eclectic." "YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" "Like...JANUS!" "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" "...like Wild and Dangerous." "YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" "Johnny Dangerous...and Wildchild. We don't like them. They don't like us. But the one thing we share..is that we're all determined to see this 'Revolution' crumble around you Toxxic!" Some of the fans applaude, some cheering Maddix's words, as most sit intently listening. As Megan, Clark and Cortez clap away, Maddix wipes a smirk off of his face. "And so, the battle continues tonight. Martial Law got the better of you at Slay Ride, Revolution. Todd Cortez got the last laugh over Sean Davis, one way or the other. Alan Clark stepped it up and defeated your wildcard, in Sacred. And obviously, I beat you Toxxic. Tonight it continues with Sacred versus Maddix, one more time...only tonight, it's with a seven minute time limit. Sacred, I know that you're itching to get a shot at me one more time and even more, to get a shot at the World Heavyweight Title. Especially after the Cold Front tournament. I know, I was in your position...one match away from the title shot. And I know it must be eating you up inside not to have gotten that shot. But Sacred...you're Revolution Zero. Any thoughts I may have had about simply forgoing tonight and givining you the title shot haven't entered my head, because you're a Revolution member. So tonight, rest assured, I will have no second thoughts, no attacks of conscience. Tonight, it doesn't matter to me if it's seven minutes, seventeen minutes or seventy minutes. It only takes a matter of seconds for me to hit the Crash Landon and it'll only take a matter of seconds to send you to the Land Of Nod." Pausing for a moment, Maddix carefully removes the ICTV Championship belt from over his shoulder and lays the gold on the mat in front of him. "And if I do manage to beat you tonight, then don't say I'm not a fighting champion. Because Sacred, if you don't win the World Title shot...then, if you want it, I'll give you a shot at this. January 14th, Landon Maddix versus Sacred, one on one. If you win or we go to the limit tonight, then it'll be for the World Heavyweight Championship. If I win tonight, then I'm offering you a shot at the Intercontinental Television Championship instead. It's win-win Sacred. Win-win. The offer's on the table. All you have to do now is get out here, get into this ring...and Prepare..For..LANDON!" "YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Throwing down the microphone, Maddix places his World Title with the ICTV on the mat and high-fives Cortez and Clark. They then begin to leave the ring as Maddix removes his "Cheat 2 Win" t-shirt and throws it into the crowd. "Well, strong words from the World Champ." muses Pete. "And, he's put up a pretty gutsy offer. Even if Sacred doesn't get the World Title shot, Maddix is offering a shot at the ICTV Title. Which ain't a bad consolation prize." "No, but it IS a consolation prize." King replies. "Not that it'll matter. The advantage is still Sacred's, when we come back for the opening match of 2005."

FADE IN The Verizon Wireless Arena is abuzz with anxious anticipation - the thousands of fans in attendance on the edge of their seat. Suddenly, their attention is called to the ring by the sound of the timekeeper’s bell: DING! DING! DING! The camera shifts to Funyon in the center of the ring, as he raises the microphone to his lips. “Ladies and Gentlemen…it is NOW time… for the MAIN EVENT!” Funyon pauses, as the roar of the crowd suddenly becomes too loud for him to continue to speak, anyway. “What a golden opportunity for Wild and Dangerous,” says Longdogger Pete. “A chance for them to three-peat; to become three-times Tag Team Champions!” “Definitely,” agrees the Suicide King. “I’m pumped up for this match; this is a Pay-Per-View quality match coming up!” After the cheers of the crowd begin to recede, Funyon continues. “The following contest is a tag team match, scheduled for one fall… for the SWF… WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP!” The fans renew their raucous cheering as the now-familiar guitar riff signaling the beginning of the Prodigy’s “Fuel My Fire” begins to play! The SmarkTron flashes with a few of the challengers’ more spectacular double-teams, interspersed between the words: WILD! DANGEROUS! “Oh, they’re on their feet here! What an ovation for Wild and Dangerous!” yells Pete. “The challengers are hyped up for this match as well as they should; they have a chance to make history here in New Hampshire!” Wildchild and Johnny meet back up at the head of the ramp and race down towards the ring, slapping hands with the fans at ringside as they run down the ramp! “Introducing first,” says Funyon, as Johnny and Wildchild slide into the ring, “the challengers! At a total combined weight of four hundred thirty-one pounds, WILD! AAAAAAAAND DAAANGEROUS!” “Well, let me tell you,” says King, “if you ask me, the pressure is squarely on the shoulders of Wild and Dangerous!” “Oh, of course it is,” agrees Pete. “Because,” continues King, “if Wild and Dangerous fail to win tonight on Storm, Revolution Zero isn’t going to be eager to give them a rematch, and it could be a long, long time before they’re able to climb the ladder and get themselves another title shot!” “Most definitely,” concedes Pete. “Plus, you’ve got tremendous talent like Martial Law and the Royal Order, just waiting in the wings for the results of this match up!” “And remember,” stresses King, as ‘Fuel My Fire’ fades out, “you’ve GOT to be BEAT the champions! Either pin them, or make them submit; a count-out or a disqualification, and the title remains with the champions!” “Well, that’s the advantage that you have when you are the champions,” adds Pete, “and nobody knows that better than Wild and Dangerous!” “You used to use that out way back in the JL, when you were the European Champion, didn’t you,” jokes King. “Get yourself disqualified?” Before Pete can answer, the arena is flooded in brilliant light, and the SmarkTron whites out completely, as the Champions prepare to make their way to the ring. There is the sound of a phonograph needle scratching across an LP, shortly followed by the words: WEL-WEL-W-W-WELCOME TO THE REVOLUTION! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” Immediately the crashing guitars of 'Battle Ready' by Otep come in, as lightning apparently flashes down from the heavens, striking the stage and leaving an explosion of gold and red pyro in its wake! The SmarkTron flashes with short replays of Revolution Zero decimating its many victims; between the clips, the SmarkTron goes white again and two ominous words alternating together: REVOLUTION! ZERO! Sean Davis and Toxxic step proudly from behind the curtain, with Jet, Rashelle Moore and Marcus Washington trailing behind. Davis is wearing his Tag Team Title belt around his waist, with Washington carrying the USJL title over his own shoulder. Toxxic meanwhile, is also wearing the Tag Team Title around his waist… the last championship belt in his possession. “And their opponents,” Funyon booms, “are accompanied to the ring by Jet, Rashelle Moore and Marcus Washington! At a combined weight of four hundred ninety-nine pounds, here are: the USJL Champion, the ‘Perfect Storm’ Sean Davis… and, the ‘Straight-Edge Sensation,’ Toxxic! Together, they are… the SWF… WORLD… TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS… REVOLUTIOOOOOON... ZEEEEEROOOOOOOO!!” “The champions look confident, Pete,” says King, “as well they should be. Revolution took the SWF by storm in 2004, and they’re going to look to start 2005 strong with a win over Wild and Dangerous!” “Well, King, they may have been dominant for most of 2004,” replies Pete, “but they certainly didn’t end the year on a good note; they last defended the Tag Team Titles almost a month ago on Storm, and since that time, Revolution Zero has faced some adversity, including Toxxic losing the World Heavyweight Championship!” “Don’t worry about the Champions,” warns King, as the ladies retreat to the arena floor. “They’ve got more than enough to beat these guys!” Toxxic, along with Davis, remove the Tag Team Championship belts from around their waists, handing them to referee Ronald “Red” Herrington. Herrington holds the belts aloft, displaying them for the crowd. “I’ll say this for the champions,” concedes Pete, “they appear to be in phenomenal shape! Sean Davis in particular, King; he looks bigger than I’ve ever seen him!” “Well,” replies King, “you heard Funyon announced their combined weight as four ninety-nine, as opposed to their usual four eighty-eight, so Sean Davis obviously spent the holiday break bulking up for this major title defense against the two former champions!” “And there they are,” shouts Pete, as the camera shifts to a view of Wild and Dangerous in their corner, having a last-minute strategy session. “I’ll tell you what, King: I remember when Wild and Dangerous first arrived on the scene here in the SWF; I had the privilege of teaming up with them in their first match on Storm, against members of the Magnificent Seven. I knew, even then, that these two were going to be something special… And since that time, they’ve become two-time Tag Team Champions together, with a chance to make history by becoming the first team in SWF history to become champions for a third time!” “Yeah,” replies King, “but in order for them to do that, they’re going to have to get past two of the greatest wrestlers this business has ever seen! And I’m here to tell you, Pete: you can’t stop a Revolution!” Meanwhile, Red Herrington walks right past them towards the edge of the ring, and leaning through the ropes to hand them over to Funyon. As the ring announcer returns to his seat, Herrington signals the timekeeper to ring the bell, signifying the start of the match: DING! DING! DING! “We’re underway,” says Pete. “Let’s see who’s going to start this one out!” “It looks like it’s going to be Davis and Wildchild,” replies King, as both Toxxic and Johnny retreat to the ring apron. “Sean Davis and Wildchild are, quite arguably, the two best pure athletes in all of professional wrestling,” adds Pete. “This is the first time they’ve ever faced each other in the ring; it’ll be interesting to see who takes the early advantage here!” Wildchild rushes off towards Davis, and Sean raises his arm to greet him with a massive clothesline, but the Bahama Bomber ducks easily, kicking Davis in the midsection as he turns around, and laying into him with quick right jabs to the face! BAP! BAP! BAP! Davis swings for the fences with a big right hook, but Wildchild ducks underneath easily, and comes back with a right jab! Then a left! Then another right! BAP! BAP! BAP! Sean tries to catch him by surprise this time, with a left hook, but it yields the same result, as the Human Hurricane ducks and continues to lay into Davis with quick right hands… WHAM! … But the Perfect Storm stops Wildchild’s momentum in its tracks with a kneelift to the midsection! Johnny looks on in frustration as Davis shakes his head to clear the cobwebs. “Well, Wildchild ran into the Revolution’s corner half-cocked,” notes King, “and he was even able to take an early advantage with his speed, but Davis proves to be too strong, quickly taking over with a knee to the midsection!” “I don’t think that was what Wild and Dangerous had planned on,” adds Pete, “and you can tell by the look on Johnny’s face that it’s not what they discussed!” Sean pushes Wildchild against the ropes and grabs him by the wrist, whipping him across the ring. The Caribbean Cruiser leaps into the air as he rebounds, extending his body to execute a cross-body block… but the Perfect Storm snatches Wildchild out of the air with his massive arms, pivoting sharply on his left foot… WHAM! … As he flattens Wildchild against the mat with a powerslam! He holds on to the leg for a quick cover, but Wildchild kicks out immediately. “And, I like the way that Davis stayed home on that Irish Whip,” says King. “That tells me that Wild and Dangerous weren’t the only team in this match that did some extensive preparation,” explains King, as Sean pulls Wildchild to his feet. “Davis knows that Wildchild is too fast for him to react to if he’s standing near the center of the ring when he comes off the ropes. So he stayed near the other edge of the ring, and waited for Clown-boy to show his hand! Wildchild, for whatever reason, has been rattled out of his game plan; he’s attacking with emotion, and the champions are going to capitalize on it!” Sean drags Wildchild over to a neutral corner, slamming Wildchild’s face hard into the top turnbuckle! He then grabs him by the wrist and whips him across the ring, racing across the ring himself to follow in with a clothesline… but the Caribbean leaps onto the top turnbuckle as he approaches the corner and flips backwards towards the center of the ring! Wildchild scrambles towards the ropes as the Perfect Storm stumbles out of the corner and explodes into action, leaping into the air feet-first… WHAM! … And scoring a dropkick that sends Davis through the ropes and out to the floor! “He didn’t have time to react to that one!” exclaims Pete. “Sean’s still on his feet, though,” counters King. Wildchild races towards the edge of the ring, diving between top and middle ropes feet-first! Davis sees him coming and quickly moves away from the ring apron, but the Human Hurricane grabs onto the ropes and swings effortlessly back into the ring! “He faked him out!” cries Pete, as Wildchild runs back towards the corner. “Wildchild faked him out!” The Tropical Tumbler leaps onto the top turnbuckle as Davis begins to turn around, and dives gracefully out to the floor before the Perfect Storm realizes that he was still in the ring… CRASH! … Extending his body as he crashes into Davis with a flying cross-body! Wildchild gets to his knees and adds a little more damage with a few quick punches to the face before diving back into the ring, immediately getting to his feet and pumping his fist in excitement as the fans roar their approval! ”DUB CEE!” ”DUB CEE!” ”DUB CEE!” ”DUB CEE!” “Listen to this place go crazy for Wildchild!” Pete shouts. “Everybody who came here tonight to cheer for Wild and Dangerous is ecstatic!” “Everybody, that is, except for Johnny Dangerous,” replies King in surprise, as Johnny screams at Wildchild to return to the corner. “Look at Johnny giving static to his own partner!” “I think you’re making too much out of it, King,” replies Pete, as Davis slowly returns to the ring. “It doesn’t look to me like Johnny’s chewing him out; it just looks like he’s trying to calm him down.” “Calm him down?” “That’s right,” continues Pete. “Whatever it was that got Wildchild wrestling on emotion to start this match, Johnny wants him to settle down and get back to the plan that they were talking about… and it looks as if he may have succeeded. That’s why I think that the challengers have the advantage when it comes to continuity!” “Well, they better have the advantage at continuity,” replies King, “because when it comes to size and strength, the edge goes to the champions!” As Davis returns to the ring, Wildchild lines himself up with Revolution Zero’s corner, just out of Toxxic’s reach, and effectively cutting the Perfect Storm off from his partner. Before Sean can make a move towards his opponent, the Caribbean Cruiser raises his arms in a double bicep pose, and then points towards Davis in a challenging manner! “Now, what’s the meaning of this?” wonders King. “I’m not sure,” replies Pete, as Wildchild pantomimes a tug-of-war with Davis. “But, if I didn’t know better, I’d say that Wildchild was challenging Davis to a test of strength!” “Are you serious?” King asks incredulously, as the fans loudly appeal to Wildchild to change his course of action. “I mean, Wildchild probably fell off the tightrope one too many times, but even HE can’t be stupid enough to think that he can match power with the Perfect Storm, can he?” “I don’t know,” replies Pete, as Sean reaches out towards Wildchild’s outstretched arm, “but it looks like Davis has decided to accept the challenge!” “Hah,” snorts King. “This ‘challenge’ should take all of two seconds!” Davis and Wildchild begin to pull against each other, and Davis naturally takes an early advantage, dragging Wildchild across the ring in his direction. Wildchild grasps onto Sean’s huge arm with both hands, and tries to drop his weight as low to the canvas as he can, but to no avail. Wildchild looks up at Davis in what appears to be pure panic as the big man continues to easily pull the Tropical Tumbler towards the corner. “Sean Davis, to the surprise of no one in this arena, is easily handling Wildchild in this test of strength,” says Pete. “Davis is clearly the stronger of the two,” adds King warily, “but he’s dragging Wildchild into the wrong corner! Sean, pay attention to what you are doing out there!” Surely enough, Davis is unwittingly pulling Wildchild towards his own corner. As the Bahama Bomber glances up at his partner, his look of panic suddenly turns into a knowing grin, and before Sean has any idea what’s going on, Wildchild changes direction without warning, shifting his weight forward and rushes at full-speed towards Davis… WHAM! … Powering him into the corner with a running shoulderblock! “Setup!” roars King. “It was a setup!” “Wildchild powered Sean Davis into that corner like he was driving football sleds,” says Pete. “Davis never knew what hit him!” Wildchild takes a step away from the corner as Davis lurches forward, the wind driven out of him. The Tropical Tumbler suddenly leaps off of the canvas, straightening out his legs as he flips backwards… CRACK! … And jams his feet into Davis’ chin with a sensational Flash Kick! Wildchild immediately gets back to his feet and rushes towards the corner… WHAM! … Driving a running back elbow into Sean’s mouth! “What a sudden flurry of offense by Wildchild!” shouts Pete, as the Bahama Bomber makes the tag to Johnny. “And now Johnny Dangerous enters the ring for the first time in the match!” Wildchild and Johnny each grab one of Sean’s wrists, whipping him across the ring and rushing headlong after him, lowering their heads as Davis bounces off the ropes… WHAM! … And driving their shoulders into his midsection, dropping him onto the mat with a double-spear! “What a tremendous double-spear by Wild and Dangerous!” shouts Pete, as Wildchild exits to the ring apron. Johnny gets to his feet and walks towards Sean’s upper body before elevating his right arm as he falls towards the canvas… WHACK! … Driving an elbow-drop into Davis’ unprotected sternum! The Barracuda promptly gets to his feet and does it again! Johnny gets back to his feet once more and appears ready to drop a third elbow, but instead positions his right foot over Davis’ face…and rakes the sole of his boot across Sean’s face! “Aww!” King barks angrily. “Typical unsportsmanlike conduct from Wild and Dangerous - there’s no call for that!” Johnny pulls Davis to his feet and grabs him by the back of the head, leading him towards his own corner, calling towards his partner as he does so. Wildchild lifts his left leg off the apron and drapes it over the top rope… SMACK! … Holding it there as Johnny smashes the Perfect Storm face first into Wildchild’s heel! The Barracuda makes the tag, and Wildchild slings the rest of his body over the top rope into the ring, running to the opposite ropes as Johnny takes Davis over with a snapmare. Wildchild suddenly picks up speed as he rebounds, diving feet-first towards the seated Davis… CRACK! … And blasting him in the face with a basement dropkick! Wildchild immediately scrambles to his feet and leaps onto the top rope, arching backwards as he springs back into the ring… SPLASH! … And landing on top of Davis with a springboard moonsault! Wildchild hooks the leg as referee Herrington dives into position: ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! “Two count only,” says Pete, as Davis rolls onto his back, “but Wild and Dangerous are pulling out all the stops here tonight; they’ve gone deep into their bag of tricks to try to keep the champs guessing!” “Wild and Dangerous have done a good job of keeping the champs guessing,” concedes King, as Wildchild pulls Davis to his feet, “but it’s not going to be enough; Revolution Zero has too much pride to lose to these two cheating pretty boys!” Wildchild pushes Sean against the ropes, grabbing him by the wrist as he prepares to whip him across the ring, but Davis reverses easily, pulling the Caribbean into him and heaving him overhead with a military press! Before Wildchild can find his way free, Davis walks him towards the edge of the ring and releases him… THWACK! … Clotheslining the Tropical Tumbler on the top rope! Wildchild clutches his throat as Davis stumbles over to his corner, where he makes the tag to Toxxic. Sean exits to the apron, still shaking his head to clear the cobwebs, as the former World Champion enters the ring. Toxxic pulls Wildchild to his feet before bending him over backwards, trapping him in an inverted front facelock, before dropping to one knee… CRACK! … And driving Wildchild’s neck into the back of his other knee! Toxxic returns to a standing position, only to drop back down towards the canvas, taking Wildchild along with him… WHAM! … And slamming the Caribbean’s head into the mat with an inverted DDT! “And look at Toxxic go to work with that Detoxx,” marvels King, as the Champion rolls over into a lateral press: ONE! TWO! THR— KICKOUT! Toxxic pulls Wildchild to his feet and leads him over to his corner, slamming him face first into Sean’s waiting boot! “Davis returning the favor for that earlier boot in the corner,” crows King. “I love it!” Toxxic looks towards Johnny with a taunting grin, but the Barracuda refuses to take the bait. “Toxxic trying to rattle Johnny and take him off his game,” notes Pete, “but Johnny’s not going for it; they’ve prepared too well for this match to be suckered in by Toxxic’s tricks!” Nonplussed, the Champion turns his attention back to Wildchild and hammers him in the corner with a few stiff European uppercuts before making the tag to Davis. Toxxic holds Wildchild steady for Sean, who comes in and delivers a clubbing double axe-handle to the back of Wildchild’s neck! “Revolution Zero appear to have decided to target Wildchild’s neck,” notes King, as Davis stuns the Tropical Tumbler with a headbutt to the back of the head! He then wraps his massive arms around Wildchild’s waist, popping his hips as he arches backwards and snatching Wildchild off the canvas… WHAM! … Dropping him on his neck with a wicked release German Suplex! “My God, what a suplex,” groans Pete, as Davis crawls over to make the pin: ONE! TWO! THREE— NO! “Johnny made the save!” Pete sighs in relief, as the Barracuda rushes in to break up the pinfall. Davis pulls Wildchild to his feet and pushes him back into his corner, as Red Herrington orders Johnny back outside the ring. “He may have made the save,” replies King, as Toxxic proceeds to bind the tag rope around Wildchild’s throat. “But he didn’t do his partner any favors; he’s got the referee tied up, and now the Revolution’s going to go to work!” Herrington gets Johnny back onto the apron, but Davis walks across the ring, keeping the referee between him and the Barracuda as Toxxic continues to apply the pressure! “He certainly does, King,” agrees Pete. “It’s wrapped around his neck!” “Excellent teamwork by Revolution Zero,” crows King. “Hey, they’re the champs; you do whatever it takes to hold onto the titles!” Davis finally returns to his corner, ensuring that Herrington sees him make the tag to Toxxic. Toxxic comes in and immediately begins to pull him into a standing headscissors, reaching around Wildchild’s body for both of his arms. “He’s going for the Toxxic Shock Syndrome,” says King. “If he hits this, it’s all over!” Toxxic hooks both of Wildchild’s arms, but before he can cinch his hands together, Wildchild counters, sending Toxxic sailing overhead with a back-body drop! Wildchild drops back to his knees as he tries to recover, as Toxxic gets back to his feet. The Straight-Edge Sensation grabs Wildchild by the hair and pulls him roughly to his feet, leading him over to the corner to ram Wildchild into the turnbuckle, with his foot… WHAM! … But the Caribbean blocks the attempt rams him face-first into the turnbuckle instead! Wildchild tries to make his way towards his partner, but Toxxic grabs him by the back of his tights and pulls him back into the corner. Toxxic prepares to deliver another European uppercut… BAP! … But Wildchild blocks it, and hits him with a right hand! BAP! BAP! Wildchild continues to back Toxxic out of the corner, but the Straight-Edger stops his momentum cold with a thumb to the eye! Toxxic rams Wildchild back into the corner, and then grabs him by the wrist before whipping him across the ring, but the Bahama Bomber reverses! Toxxic leaps onto the top turnbuckle as he approaches the corner, springing backwards towards the center of the ring and twisting in midair to deliver a flying clothesline… WHAM! … But Wildchild leaps into the air, countering with a dropkick that nails Toxxic in the teeth! “What a dropkick!” shouts Pete, as Wildchild begins to crawl towards his corner. “Wildchild countered the Role Reversal; I don’t think I’ve ever seen that before! But, can he make the tag?” “It’s going to be a question of who tags first,” replies King, as Wildchild reaches towards Johnny’s outstretched hand. “Dammit! And he made it!” The fans erupt as Johnny charges into the ring, well rested and on fire! Wildchild rolls out onto the apron as Johnny grabs Toxxic by the hair and leads him back towards the neutral corner, bashing his face into the top turnbuckle once more! “These two teams have been very evenly matched,” says Pete, “with neither team able to establish dominance for any length of time, but Johnny’s trying to give his team the advantage right now!” As Toxxic staggers back towards the center of the ring, Johnny grabs him by the wrist and whips him across the ring… SMACK! … Smashing him in the face as he bounces off the ropes with a stiff Shotei that sends him to the mat! Johnny drops to his knees to make a cover: ONE! TWO! NO - Davis enters the ring to break up the count, but Johnny sees him coming and springs to his feet, thrusting his leg forward as Sean steps through the ropes and tagging him with a Johnny Kick! CRACK! The stunned Davis staggers back towards his corner as Johnny pulls Toxxic to his feet and whips him into the ropes… WHAM! … Nailing him as he rebounds with a vicious elbow smash to the face! But, before the Barracuda can capitalize, Davis sneaks up behind him and traps him in a Full Nelson! Marcus Washington leaps onto the ring apron to distract Herrington as Sean lifts Johnny off the canvas… WHAM! … And compresses Johnny’s spine with a devastating Full Nelson atomic drop! Marcus continues to divert the referee’s attention as Davis pulls Johnny up, holding him as Toxxic gets to his feet. The Straight-Edger leaps towards his opponent to deliver a spinning wheel kick… CRACK! … But the Barracuda wriggles out of Sean’s grasp, leaving the Perfect Storm to take on the full force of Toxxic’s kick! Toxxic gets back to his feet, astonished, and Johnny springs into action, leveling his rival with a clothesline! Meanwhile, Wildchild, seemingly feeling a second wind, slides surreptitiously back into the ring as Davis stumbles backwards… CRASH! …And rushes towards the big man, leaping into the air and crashing into his chest with a cross-body block that sends them BOTH tumbling over the top rope! Wildchild stirs before Sean, but still appears to be disoriented, stumbling about and leaning against the barricade for support. Marcus Washington sneaks around the corner, briefcase in hand, and raises it above his head as if he intends to smash it down on Wildchild, but the Caribbean sees him coming, and chases him away! “Looks like Wildchild has had enough of Washington,” says Pete. Marcus flees up the ramp to safety, and Wildchild turns his attention back towards Davis… WHAM! … But Davis drops him with a HUGE right hand, and follows it up by pulling Wildchild back to his feet… CLANG! … Only to slam him headfirst into the steel stairs! Sean staggers away from Wildchild and reaches down to the arena floor, pulling up the protective padding! He then goes back over to Wildchild and drags him over to the uncovered concrete. “Davis exposed the concrete,” crows King. “He’s going to put Wildchild’s lights out permanently!” Davis traps Wildchild in a standing headscissors, wrapping his arms around the Caribbean’s waist and lifting him into the air… WHAM! … But Wildchild squirms out of Davis’ grip, draping his leg across Sean’s neck and driving him face-first into the concrete with a Caribbean Cutter! “Cutter!” Pete exclaims. “Down goes Davis” “This is horrible,” moans King, as both men lie motionless on the arena floor. “I can’t believe that Wildchild would stoop so low as to use the concrete!” “Turnabout is fair play, King,” replies Pete as, back in the ring, Johnny moves in for the kill – scooping Toxxic off the mat with a fireman’s carry as the crowd rises to their feet… “MI SLAM!” exclaims Pete, but the Straight-Edger shoves off from Johnny’s shoulders before the move can be delivered and lands several feet to the side of his opponent! He’s spared himself from possibly losing the match, but more importantly, with Johnny momentarily off balance, he’s given himself a second to take control over this match and he moves in to do just that - catching Dangerous, just as he spins around, with a ferocious European uppercut! WHAM! “OH!” Pete winces at the impact as Johnny is simply floored. “What a stiff blow that was - I think everyone here felt that!” “He’s bought himself some time,” adds King. “I’d suggest that he desperately needs to get to his corner and make a tag, but thanks to that cheating punk, Wildchild, Davis isn’t where he needs to be - it’s all resting on Toxxic’s shoulders right now!” Resting against the ropes, Toxxic tries to quickly gather himself as Johnny rolls over onto his knees, cradling his jaw. He finally shoves off, forcing himself onward and grabs Dangerous by his head to pull him to his feet. However, the fight is far from over, and Johnny jabs at his opponent’s stomach, desperately trying to regain the advantage, only to have the Champion respond in kind with a double axe-handle to the Barracuda’s back! “OOOOOOOOOOOOH!” Toxxic pulls his opponent back up again then rocks Johnny with a forearm to his head! Dangerous stumbles back as a hand instinctively goes to his face, but he knows there is no time to nurse wounds now, and he swings in retaliation when the Straight-Edger moves in to close the distance! WHAM! Toxxic staggers for a second and then, like Dangerous before him - refusing to hand control over – blasts Johnny once more… CRACK! … Only to eat another one from the Barracuda! WHACK! “Nobody’s throwing in the towel just yet!” shouts Pete, as the crowd starts to come alive, watching these two continue to trade shots back and forth. “It’s a battle of wills here – whose is stronger, and whose can outlast the others!” CRACK! WHAM! SMACK-SMACK!! Toxxic finally gets the edge in, nailing Johnny with two consecutive shots! At last, daylight seems to be breaking for the Champion and his resolve, while Dangerous’ is starting to crack. The Agent is reeling, and he staggers back a step, unable to offer any resistance as Toxxic flings in a tremendous left hand! WHACK! “Toxxic’s really heating up now!” shouts King, right before the Straight-Edger follows up immediately with a- RIGHT! WHACK! “Here comes the combo!” LEFT! WHACK! RIGHT! WHACK! “Discus Clothesline!” King cheers Toxxic on, anticipating the wind up and delivery, but there will be no showboating for the Champion tonight – it’s time to end this madness for once and for all! He offers up a boot to Johnny’s gut instead, doubling him over into a front face lock as the crowd rises to their feet, shouting in horror – they know where this is leading… and it’s not the direction they had hoped for! “Caffeine Bomb on the way!” shouts King, confirming the fans’ worst fear as the Straight-Edger motions his hand in the air. “This match is done!” BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Clenching down on Johnny’s skull gives Toxxic complete control over his opponent’s body, and he forcefully jerks the Barracuda backwards with him towards the center of the ring while driving several knees into him to subdue whatever fight has stubbornly refused to leave, “-and this is not how this was suppose to go!” shouts Pete. “Wild and Dangerous have trained too hard – they can’t fail!” “But they’re about to!” snaps King, having to shout over the livid fans. “Revolution Zero will not be undone!” Toxxic shoots for Dangerous’ leg to put this Caffeine Bomb into motion as the crowd continues to hurl massive jeers- “Revolution Zero’s determination will not falter,” King continues as the Straight-Edger lets out a final deep breath of air then hauls Johnny up- “They will not… HOLY (BLEEP) – LOOK OUT!” CRAAACK! RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! Before he can get Johnny all the way up, a bare foot suddenly catches him in the head, right on the bridge of his nose… and the crowd goes ABSOLUTELY BALLISTIC! “IT’S THE WILDCHILD, BY GOD!” Pete excitedly shouts, as the Bahaman’s leg lariat puts a stop to the Caffeine Bomb, flattening the Champion on the canvas to a blistering roar of cheers! “Toxxic was a little too slow getting that Caffeine Bomb into motion and Wildchild looked to be lying in wait for the perfect time to strike!” “Another example of Wild and Dangerous’ unsportsmanlike conduct!” roars King, as Wildchild pulls Toxxic up to his feet and drapes one of the Champion’s arms over his shoulder then waits for his partner to finally drag himself back up and join him on the other side of the Straight-Edger. “It doesn’t look like they’ll be slowing down with it, either – here comes another attempt!” Herrington yells at Wildchild to exit the ring, but he isn’t listening. Together, Wild and Dangerous grab Toxxic by his tights and lift him up for a vertical suplex…then stalls…and finally drop backwards, sending the Champion back-first into the canvas! WHAM! Wildchild kips back up to his feet and motions both of his hands by his shoulders then quickly brings them forward, “-the signal for the Dangerous Drop!” shouts Longdogger, as the fans cheer in anticipation. Johnny nods in response and the Bahaman takes off towards the opposite side of the ring, only to be startled to catch an eyeful of Sean Davis getting himself back on the apron! “Not so fast, Pete; Toxxic isn’t the only strong-willed member of Revolution Zero! Davis isn’t going to let these bastard stepchildren of the tag division rob them of their gold so easily!” Wildchild shifts gears, heading for Davis as Johnny, unaware of the looming threat, heads over towards Toxxic… “This could get ugly, really fast!” Davis lunges an arm out for the Bahaman, but Wildchild drops to the mat and slides right under the bottom rope, between Davis’ legs, coming out directly behind the Perfect Storm! Johnny spins around just in time to see his partner slide through to the outside, and grab hold of Davis by his ankles to pull legs out from under him, sending his chin on a downward path with the ring apron- CRACK! "OOOOOOOOOOH!" -Just as Toxxic lunges up at the distracted Agent, putting all he has left into a rather sloppy Super Kick that catches Dangerous right in the side of his noggin, just as he spins back around! CRACK! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!" “Dear God,” says Pete, wincing with the crowd after Davis’ chin bounces off the apron like a well-aired basketball and sends his whole body toppling to the floor and Johnny simultaneously drops like a stone! “Wildchild’s keeping Davis at bay, but I don’t think he saw the kick Toxxic just dealt to his partner!” “If he was in his proper place, he’d have seen it,” King cheerfully adds, anticipating the pin fall as Toxxic drops to his knees and crawls over towards his opponent, breathing heavily, but breathing heavy sighs of relief, then drops over Johnny’s chest for the cover… ONEEEE!!! TWOOOOO!!!! THR-NOOOOOOO!!!!! “RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!” “Johnny kicks out! I knew there wasn’t enough mustard in Toxxic’s delivery!” beams Pete, as an irate Toxxic pounds his fist into the mat. “The challengers are strong-willed in their own right – he’ll need to knock him out clean!” Wildchild’s attention is caught by the roaring cheer of the fans and realizes that he nearly missed what could have been the final fall! He watches as Toxxic grabs Johnny by slapping on a quick arm wrench and pulls as hard as he can to drag the man back up to his feet. The Bahama Bomber knows that he has to act quickly - another big hit could be fatal! Davis is down on his hands and knees; figuring that he shouldn’t be a problem for now, Wildchild quickly rushes towards Sean, leaping onto his back, and using it as a stepping-stone to return to the apron! “Not again!” cries King. “Somebody keep that idiot out of the ring!” Toxxic goes to whip the Barracuda across the ring, but Johnny suddenly digs his feet in and reverses the move, sending the Champion for the ride instead! Johnny just barely catches sight of his partner’s position, but that slight glimpse is all he needs to see! He lowers his head as Toxxic bounces back off the ropes towards him and lifts the Straight-Edger high into the air with a big back body-drop while the Human Hurricane leaps onto the top rope and explodes off of it… WHAAAACK!!! … Blasting the Tag Champion in the face with a flying forearm! “RRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!” “SILVER BULLET!” exclaims Pete. “WE’VE GOT NEW CHAMPIONS!” Wildchild crashes to the canvas atop Toxxic, rolling off him only for Johnny to apply the cover. Davis struggles back to his feet, but Wildchild lunges through the ropes, crashing into him with a suicide dive to keep him from re-entering the ring, as Herrington makes the count, with the crowd loudly counting along… Toxxic, great and proud champion that he is, still has some fight left in him. In fact, his strength of will may be greater than any single competitor in all the SWF… ONEEEEE!!!! … But, unlike Toxxic and Sean Davis, Wild and Dangerous aren’t merely two individuals who tag together… They truly are two hearts, beating as one… Two minds, thinking as one… And two wills, fighting together as one… TWOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! … And, while Toxxic may be stronger willed than any one man, against the combined will of two men united, he cannot sustain! THREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!! “RRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!” DING! DING! DING! “IT’S OVER! IT’S…ALL…OVER!” shouts Pete, joyously pumping his fist in the air. The deafening roar of over twelve thousand fans is nearly enough to shake the entire building loose from its foundation, but even happier than those in attendance are Johnny and Wildchild! They shout excitedly they share a manly embrace, knowing that every bit of sweat and pain they poured into preparing for this has paid off! “History made, here in the Verizon Wireless Arena, as Wild and Dangerous Three-peat! WHAT A MATCH!” The overwhelming joy for Wild and Dangerous is lost on Davis, obviously, as he crawls into the ring on his knees towards Toxxic with his mouth gaping wide open, stunned to find the leader of the Revolution knocked senseless and on his back. He sorrowfully looks down at the mat when Herrington presents the tag titles to his opponents, unable to watch one more prize lost from Revolution Zero. “The winners of this match by pinfall!” bellows Funyon. “And… NEEEEEEEW… SWF WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS … WIIIIIIILD!! AAAAAAAAAAAAND DAAANGEROUUUS!!!” BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!! An explosion of pyrotechnics brings “Fuel My Fire” into full swing and Wild and Dangerous, the new Champions, take off to opposite corners of the ring to climb the turnbuckles and raise their new prize out to the fans! “Victory, for the new Champions, has probably never before tasted so sweet,” says Pete, “nor has the glimmering gold of those belts looked more beautiful than they do now! Wild and Dangerous have completely smashed any record set before them in Tag Team Championship reigns with this win – what a night!” “Why don’t you go hump their leg while you’re at it, Pete!” huffs King. As they continue to celebrate inside the ring, Wild and Dangerous notice Revolution Zero and their entourage retreating backstage. The look in their eyes tells the newly crowned Champions that they’ll be back, but Wildchild and Johnny smile at each other, knowing that, while they surely haven’t heard the last of Toxxic and Davis, for at least one night… They have brought the Revolution to a screeching halt. As we: FADE OUT

As SWF Lockdown comes blasting back onto live television, SWF Journalist Ben Hardy, standing backstage with a microphone in hand: “With mere moments before the big main event,” begins Hardy, “I’m standing here with the two-time former SWF Tag Team Champions, and the challengers in tonight’s match, Wild and Dangerous! Gentlemen, I saw how hard you were training over the holidays; ever since you made your return to the SWF, you’ve had the singular focus of getting another opportunity at the Tag Team Titles, and now the moment is at hand!” “All of the sacrifice and training, and it all comes down to this,” says Johnny. “The time is now! The moment, as you say, is at hand! But most importantly, we’re ready! Revolution Zero is one of the most powerful groups in the history of the SWF, but they’re a group of individuals; what you see here standing next to you is the greatest team in all of professional wrestling, and we will not be denied our goal!” “What about you, Wildchild,” asks Hardy, looking at the Bahama Bomber. “What are your thoughts on tonight’s match?” Wildchild’s eyes suddenly flashed with a fiery intensity. “You want t’ know my thoughts? DO YOU… WANT… T’ KNOW MY THOUGHTS? Here’s what my thoughts: I t’ink dat when we get done wit’ de Revolution, dere’ won’ be enough left of dem t’ fit in a conch shell!” With this, he turns to face the camera. “An’ Toxxic… de only t’ing you’ve got t’ look forward to is a Dangerous Drop!” “Hey man, settle down, Nic,” Johnny says calmly. Turning back towards Hardy he says, “You’ll have to forgive my partner, Ben; he’s a little anxious tonight, but, so am I! Anxious to once-again regain the SWF Tag Team Championship! Revolution Zero, ever since Dub Cee and I returned to the fed, you’ve been on borrowed time, and in just a few more minutes, your time is about to run out!” “Dey say dat you can’t stop a Revolution,” Wildchild says loudly, “because dey have a way of always come back around in your face… Well, Revolution Zero, after de Wild an’ Dangerous ride we put you on tonight, de only t’ing you’re goin’ t’ be revolvin’ around is a hospital bed!” “Tonight,” adds Johnny, “is the night that we distinguish ourselves from the other great tag teams in SWF history. What you see before you aren’t simply two great athletes. We are one; heart and soul. We think as one, we fight as one, and in just a few minutes… we’re going to triumph as one!” “And on that note,” says Ben, “let’s get back to ringside!” As we: FADE OUT

“Get the fuck out of here!” The young boy walked away with a rejected look on his face as Frisco took a sip from his soda. “I hate it when they hound you for your autograph!” Candace quickly caught the boy by the hand and pulled him over to her. She signed his baseball cap and gave him a wide smile as he left the table with at least one pleasant experience. “You really should be nice” she said to Frisco as he rolled his eyes dismissively. “…at least once in a while” Frisco glanced anxiously at his Rolex. “Where the fuck is Carnage?” Candace glanced across the food Court at the Manchester Mall in search of the SWF resident maniac. He was no where in sight. “Are you sure he knows where to meet us?” Frisco took another sip from his soda. “I told him to meet us in the food court in twenty minutes. He should be able to handle that!” The clerk at the Build-a-Bear store glanced nervously at the near seven foot tall behemoth standing in the entranceway to the store. A group of young children quickly scurried to the protection of their parents as Carnage slowly entered the store. He glanced nervously around the room for just the right present. His eyes settled on a white Bear in a Santa suit nestled in the corner of the store. He hurried over to it and grabbed it from the shelf. “Sir…Hi!” said a little man with greasy hair and a Bow-tie. “My name is Ron and I’m the Build-a-Bear sales associate. Can I help you with something?” Carnage glared at the annoying little troll and shoved the Bear in his face. “You’d like to buy Mr. Stuffy?” A frown quickly grew on Carnages lips as he reluctantly nodded in agreement. “Ok…well then…please take a Mr. Fluffy from the bin then” Carnage glanced down to a large tub filled with the unstuffed cloth carcasses of hundreds of white Bears. He angrily put his original choice down and grabbed one from the bin. “Very good” the annoying Bow-tie wearer said as he headed over to a bench in the corner of the store. “Would you like to make him talk?” the clerk said as Carnage was beginning to attract a crowd. He glared at several on lookers, and then turned his attention back to the salesclerk. “You need to pick a voice pack!” Carnage glanced over at a large wooden box with hundreds of little canvas bags. Each bag contained a small voice box for the bears made in the store. He reached down and grabbed on closest to him. The clerk gave the box a quick squeeze as a high pitched voice blurted out loudly in the store… “Ma Ma…Ma Ma!” “Oh very good choice!” The clerk responded as Carnage felt an over powering urge to Tombstone him into the linoleum flooring. “Now pick a heart!” the clerk said enthusiastically. Carnage reached into another huge bin with hundreds of little red cloth heart. He again opted for the closest heart to him and quickly pulled it from the box. The clerk stared at Carnage as he dropped a hand full of the little heart on the counter next to him. “Only one now…you wouldn’t want Mr. Stuffy to have too many hearts!” Carnage glared at the annoying clerk and picked up a single heart. The clerk quickly pushed the remaining hearts back into the bin and turned to face Carnage. “Now hold it to your head and make a wish!” Carnage appeared in deep thought as he silently wished he could disembowel the salesclerk before the day was done. A quick lopsided grin flashed on his face as he handed the heart back to the clerk. “What did you wish for?” the clerk asked as Carnage just glared at him in silence. “Let me guess…world peace?” In the distance Candace spotted Carnage heading towards the food court. A relieved smile flashed across her face as she pointed him out to Frisco. “About Fuckin’ time!” he scowled as he gestured to Carnage to come over to the table. The SWF monster quickly hurried over carrying a large plastic bag in his huge left hand. “What’s that?” Frisco asked as Carnage placed the bag on the table. Carnage removed a large cardboard Box with “Build-a-Bear” written in large red letters on the side. He offered a slight smile, and then handed the box to Candace. A look of surprise flashed over her face as she appreciatively accepted it.

“I have no direction.” SWF Lockdown comes back on air with a shot of the veteran Munich standing outside of the Verizon Wireless Arena. The dark cement wall behind Munich gives him some relaxation, as he smokes a cigarettes the only place that he can. In between puffs of his cigarette, he exhales steam. After noticing that smoking does not make the area surrounding him any much more different than what it usually is, he looks into the camera. “I entered the JL nearly four years ago, and advanced to the WF only a few months later. Yet, I have never found myself in the Clusterfuck Battle Royal. I am now in a perplexing situation. The Clusterfuck is in about three weeks or so, and I do not know what to expect. I have never fought inside of a wrestling ring for more than thirty minutes my entire career, and now; if I wind up as the first entry in the match, I may be in the ring for up to an hour, maybe longer if someone up there wants my lungs to pop out of my chest. Maybe I should make the proper sacrifices in order to last the entire match.” Munich takes a sharp inhale from his endurance destroying cigarette. “No matter what number I am in this match, I do have one underlying advantage over every other man or woman on this night. I uhm; don’t have any direction; at all. No one knows me. No one hates me. I have not had the opportunity to snick my nose in any important business in this place. Meanwhile, I have had no business to speak of. If I do win Clusterfuck, it will not be due to my talent, my physical fitness, or anything much like that. I will win the match because I will be in the shadows, and not a soul will suspect me of winning. Not a soul will fear me.”

Manson v. "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins Match Background: Manson had been feuding with Revolution Zero for some reason. Manson and Jenkins have faced off multiple times, often with Manson coming out the victor. This match is for a future undisclosed title shot. The Match: Jenkins with a spinning neckbreaker on Manson. Spear by Manson. Covers for a quick two count. Manson once again takes the advantage after blocking a few punches and connecting with some forearms. Trying to channel the spirit of Misawa, Jenkins ends up chanelling Lex Luger instead and nails a running forearm to the face, minus the steel plate, of course. Bodyslam by Jenkins. There's a two count on the pin. Brutal sit out powerbomb on Jenkins! Pin, but Jenkins is out just before the three count. Manson with a spinning neckbreaker on Jenkins, much better than the one Jenkins performed before. Jenkins kicks Manson in the gut to reverse the momentum. Jenkins crushes Manson with a running senton. There's a two count on the pin. Spinning fisherman's suplex on Jenkins. Pin, but Jenkins is out just before the three count. Big dropkick by Jenkins, who got a ton of air on the move. Jenkins hits some punches. How generic. Shades of Danny Dagda! Manson blocks the suplex attempt and is able to hit the suplex instead! BAAAAAACK Body drop by Jenkins. Jenkins busts out a shining wizard worthy of Kenzo Suzuki himself. Big spinning elbow smash by Manson. Here it comes - Consequences by Manson. 1....2...3, it's finished. Manson remains in the ring, celebrating the victory. My Opinion: *****, naturally Manson carried this contest, because Spike is a jerk. WINNER: Manson "(LDP) LOL WTF" "(King) i dunno."