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Longdogger Pete: It is time for the Acropolis Now, Hardcore Title match. Suicide King: Alright the portion of Smarkdown where a group of wrestlers basically murder each other to my satisfaction. Pete can only shake his head and ignore his over the top partner in color commentating. Pete: The rules in short form are that the competitors in the match must first find an olive tree hidden somewhere in the Acropolis, which is where the match will be taking place. The winner of the match is the individual that plants the tree in a temple called Erechtheion. King: Listening to you explain all of that in “short form” really gave me a headache. Pete: Well too bad, I’m not done. King: Oh god. Pete: Like at 13th Hour cameras will be placed all around Acropolis and all damages shall be paid for by the SWF. Pete’s voice is left in the background as the Greece fans in attendance turn their heads toward the biggest Smarktron in history as a vision of the Acropolis Hill is flashed on to the screen. On the hill are the competitors… King: Damn they are already going. The fans rise to their feet to view the match, which is being featured on the LARGEST SMARKTRON EVAAAAA!!! SMACK! And we are off… “The Franchise” Mak Francis sends a right hand toward JJ Johnson that connects and knocks Johnson off balance. Johnson though catches himself and throws a kick that Francis catches, but JJ comes back with an enziguri attempt…but Mak sees it coming and ducks…only to take a kick to the head from Zyon. The reigning hardcore champ then drops a quick elbow on to Johnson who was lying on his stomach after missing the enziguri. Zyon then rises to his feet as does “The Franchise” who charges Zyon with a clothesline, but Zyon shows off his ability and wraps around Mak and looks to be in a crucifix position. Mak though keeps his ground and doesn’t let the “Unique Youth” take him over. King: Why such drama over a crucifixion attempt? Pete: To be honest, I have no idea. One person who also has no clue, but quite honestly doesn’t care would be JJ Johnson who rises to his feet and brutalizes Mak with rights and lefts… King: Hey JJ you’re not in the cage anymore. Mak once again loses his balance and falls backward causing Zyon to be crushed on the road covered in rock and clay. Mak rolls off of the downed champ who can just clutch his back in agony. Johnson then turns away from his opponents and looks to go on the hunt for the olive tree, but Mak Francis will have none of that. “The Franchise” gets back to his feet and goes to lock Johnson into a waist lock, but the former UFC fighter quickly counters and lifts Francis up into a German suplex attempt, but Francis elbows his way out and then wildly swings a back hand…that misses. Johnson then locks “The Franchise” into a northern lights suplex and performs the move, but without the bridge as he just slams Mak on to his back. Speaking of being slammed on to your back, Zyon is back on his feet and just as JJ Johnson reaches his the young cruiserweight leaps into the air and lands on the shoulders of Johnson who is at the mercy of the “Unique Youth.” Zyon lowers multiple blows on to the head of Johnson and then crosses his leg over the head of Johnson so that all his weight is on one side of Johnson’s body and then drops the UFC fighter with a bulldog on to the Greek road. Pete: Modified bulldog by Zyon. King: That road is very unforgiving. Johnson covers his face as Zyon reaches his feet and looks to go and attack the now standing Mak Francis. Zyon charges and leaps into the air and goes for a hurricarana, but Mak does not fall to the flashy yet common cruiser move. Zyon finds himself in a power bomb position and quickly resorts to wildly punching Mak whose back is cut up from the throwing northern lights that he suffered earlier. The fists being landed on to the head of Mak causes “The Franchise” to wobble side to side before throwing Zyon into one of the many temples in the area, but Zyon uses his “Matrix” instincts and simply kicks off the building and looks to cross body Mak, but is instead met with a dropkick! Pete: Oh… King: That will teach him. Zyon falls to the ground clutching his chest as he gasps for air. Mak then shows his mean streak by kicking the downed Zyon…again…and again. Mak then spots a stone…that looks to be the size of someone’s head. Pete: That stone is huge. King: Hmmmm…I wonder what Mak is thinking. King sarcastically wonders as Mak turns to face Zyon who is still on the ground, but instead gets kicked in the gut by JJ Johnson. Mak though takes the kick and swings the stone at the head of Johnson who easily evades a possible KO. Johnson then back sweeps Mak who falls on to his back, but has the mind to keeps the stone from falling on to his face…that is until Johnson leaps into the air and leg drops the stone into the face of his adversary!! “OOOOOOOHHHHH!” The fans echo back at the stadium as Mak insanely rolls on the ground while clutching his face. Pete: Sadly, a SICK attack like that is all but legal in this match. King: Hey Mak looked to use the stone first, JJ was just defending himself. Johnson admires his handy work before noticing that Zyon is back to his feet and now Johnson wants some payback for having his face forced into rocks and clay. JJ charges the Hardcore champ who is visibly still trying to catch his breath after having it knocked from him earlier. Johnson then jumps into the air and goes for one of his beautiful dropkicks, but Zyon waves Johnson to the side, but the former cage fighter finds a way to land on his hands and immediately rises to his feet before being met by a Zyon forearm. Johnson staggers backward…into Mak! King: Hey he’s awake. Pete: He was never unconscious. Mak blindsides Johnson with a clothesline that could truly be described as being from hell. Johnson’s neck snaps to the side as the former UFC fighter falls to the ground gripping the back of his neck. Mak then steps over the fallen wrestler and makes his way toward Zyon who looks to catch Mak off guard by leaping into the air and again going for a hurricarana. Once again however Mak keeps his ground and in one motion hurls Zyon into a temple, and this time Zyon can’t show off his abilities. However Zyon does show his dart impression as he goes headfirst into the temple. Zyon doesn’t bounce…or for those wondering he doesn’t stick to the temple either. He simply slides down the wall and on to the ground. King: Bulls eye!! Pete: King I saw that coming a mile away. King: Yes, but did you see THIS coming… SMACK??? Suicide King proceeds to smack Longdogger across the head causing a mix of laughter and booing to float across the stadium. Back at Acropolis Hill there is currently no action as Zyon could possibly be unconscious and Johnson doesn’t even know if he can feel from the neck down. The only man standing would be “The Franchise” Mak Francis who obviously still angry over his loss to Danny Williams tries to decide rather to look for the olive tree or to continue hurting his opponents… “The Franchise” decides to continue his attack, but not on the recently fallen Zyon, but on JJ Johnson who just made is successful return with a win over the late Andrew Rickmen. “The Franchise” who is definitely in control goes over to where Johnson’s prone body was… Wait a minute…WAS???? Yes Was. Mak’s face is covered in confusion as he searches for the UFC fighter turned pro wrestler. Mak kicks up some rock in anger and tur…BAM!! Pete: Oh my Shamrock style belly-to-belly suplex from JJ Johnson. King: That was done excellently in my important yet humble opinion. Johnson doesn’t let up though as he locks Mak in a dragon sleeper. The fans neither boo nor cheer. Sure they hate Johnson, but Mak has lately been acting quite heelish so maybe “The Franchise” could be getting what he deserves. As Johnson continues to torture Mak Francis with one of his many submissions the current Hardcore champion finds himself alone. Zyon decides to make the first attempt at looking for the olive tree and heads toward a temple called the Parthenon. Pete: Ah the Parthenon, the place where… King: Please, I don’t need a history lesson. Pete: But all I was going to say was… King: Pete! Nobody cares. Pete is forced to bite his tongue and suppress his anger as Zyon makes his way toward the Parthenon and enters it, as it seems the cruiser is heading toward the Cella…AKA the center of the temple. Yes if you are wondering JJ has released the dragon sleeper, but only because Mak was able to find a stone and blindly busted Johnson in the face with it causing the former UFC fighter to bleed, which is a normal occurrence in SWF hardcore matches. Back in the temple Zyon has reached the middle and finds a treasure chess!! Pete: Could the tree be in the chess. King: Duh Pete, of course its in there. Suicide King seems to be teaching Pete a lesson in how to be a complete asshole. Zyon walks toward the chess and opens it without no incident…too easy. Almost TOO easy… Zyon reaches inside the chess and pulls out a…a…. Pete: What the? King: HAHAHA!!! Zyon has in his hand not an olive tree, but a one of a kind Greek made clay figurine of the “Superior One” Tom Flesher…*MARK OUT* Pete: King you were wrong…I guess. King: SO! This is just too funny. Zyon is stunned, but is literally knocked back into reality by Mak Francis who places a Yakuza kick into the spine of the back of Zyon who falls on to all fours. Mak then goes in for the kill, but Zyon pops back up and nails “The Franchise” with the “Superior One” clay figurine. The figurine actually packs a punch as Mak is knocked back allowing Zyon to drop the one of a kind figure and finally perform a hurricarana on to “The Franchise!” Pete: He got him! King: It’s not like he can win the match with that move. Pete: Yeah, but… King: Small animal with big ears. King continues his ways as Zyon exits the temple via the back exit and gets knocked on his ass by another Yakuza kick this time performed by JJ Johnson. Yakuza Kick- 2 Zyon- 0 Zyon tries to pull himself up, but Johnson quickly attempts to lock in a dragon sleeper, but Mak Francis comes from behind and quickly breaks it up with a clubbing forearm to the back of Johnson. Zyon and Mak then communicate and they perform a double suplex on to what some call a SWF legend. JJ Johnson lands back first caught his back to scratch and bleed a little. King: Hey isn’t this all against all. Pete: Well JJ must have drawn the short straw. King: The same straw you drew on life, huh Pete. Pete: Whatever… Pete doesn’t let King get to him, but Mak is able to get to Zyon by attempting a gut wrench suplex, but counters as Mak gets the champ vertical. Zyon uses his athleticism by flipping out of Mak’s grip and landing on his feet. The “Unique Youth” then walks up and looks to perform the reverse northern lights suplex known as “Nature.” Mak though counters with a simple, but harsh elbow to the back of Zyon’s head. Mak then grabs Zyon by the back of his head and forces him face first into the road multiple times. The face of the Hardcore champ is cut, but nothing like the crimson masks from 13th Hour…at least not yet. Mak then lifts the lightweight into the air in a gorilla slam position and once again goes to turn Zyon into a human dart, but this time Zyon just rakes the eyes of Mak causing “The Franchise” to lose his grip letting Zyon get back to his feet only to be knock to the ground from a JJ Johnson throat thrust. Zyon clutches his throat as a blinded Mak searches and turns into an impaler DDT attempt from JJ Johnson. Keyword…attempt. Mak uses his fists to punch his way out of JJ’s impaler DDT. Mak then notices that Johnson is doubled over…so what the hell. Mak grabs Johnson and goes for Johnson’s own impaler DDT, but in mid air Johnson counters and places Mak in an arm bar. Johnson has Mak in perfect position to break his arm as “The Franchise” tries to find a way to maneuver himself out of his situation, but to no avail. Zyon makes it to his feet and goes to look for the olive tree, but Johnson released his grip on Mak and chases the “Unique Youth” down with anger in his eyes. Johnson attacks Zyon by trying to take him down with an arm bar just like he did Mak. Zyon though bends his knees and places his free hand on the ground to keep his body from going flat on the road of the Acropolis Hill. Pete: Zyon showing that he can be a wee bit technical. King: Pete…he doesn’t want his arm broke. Pete: But look at the skill… King: Pete! He doesn’t want his arm broke. Suicide King is indeed a jerk, but he does have a point. Zyon then though shows something that the SWF fans expect of him…cruiserweight style escapes. Zyon uses his free hand to flip himself out of the arm bar and face forward on Johnson who again goes for the arm bar, but this Zyon is able to kick him right SQUARE in the face causing JJ Johnson to back up and grab his nose, which could possibly be bleeding or worse broke. Zyon runs forward and goes to launch himself into the air, but Mak steps in and clotheslines Zyon down to the ground just as he was getting ready to leap into the air and cause all sorts of problems. Mak turns and is mighty pissed at Johnson for his earlier attempt at breaking his arm. Mak with violent intent in his expression walks up to Johnson and kicks JJ in the gut and Irish whips him face first into a random temple. Johnson bounces off the temple and falls to the ground covered in a minor crimson mask!! Pete: Oh, shoot he’s bleeding. King: Way to state the obvious. Mak then maneuvers himself on top of JJ Johnson and lets loose with lightning like rights and lefts all aimed at the gash on Johnson’s head. JJ Johnson is now bleeding pretty harshly as Mak stares at his bloody hands and smiles. Mak gets to his feet and goes to pick Zyon up… SMACK!!! Zyon though does not compute as he snaps Mak’s chin area with a European uppercut that actually causes Mak to leap into the air a few inches. Zyon then hits Mak with a left forearm and then once again goes for another damaging European uppercut, but this time Mak dodges at the last possible second by snapping his head back away from the strike. “The Franchise” then lifts Zyon up…”Filthy German!!” King: That’s the way you counter one of those. Pete: I couldn’t agree more. Longdogger agrees with his snobby yet correct announcing partner as Zyon is dropped on his head/neck region in a bad way. Mak shows off his recent heel side by talking trash to the motionless Zyon… “MAK IS BAD CLAP CLAP CLAP!!” This isn’t the Vatican, but this isn’t Detroit either. The negative chant is obviously aimed at Mak who can’t hear it, but probably could care less even if he could. Mak now has his eyes or mind on the prize as tries to think about where he should go to look for the olive tree…and he’s got it. Mak makes his way toward an important piece of architecture known as the Propylaea. Pete: Of course the olive tree could possibly be in the Propylaea. King: The what?? King along with the rest of the people watching at home in the United States must wonder the same thing as Mak is suddenly stopped in his tracks by JJ Johnson who looks to be headed in the same direction. Mak charges the bloody Johnson… CRACK… Pete: He’s got a kendo stick. King: I personally don’t care where he found it. “OHHHHH” The fans echo after another shot from the kendo stick. Mak is forced backward by the hellish shots coming from a bloody and beaten JJ Johnson. Johnson then decides to throw some UFC background into his hardcore wrestling by focusing on a body part. Johnson goes to swing at the head of “The Franchise” but Mak ducks…yet all he is doing is falling into the plan of the shoot fighter who hits Mak in the right leg with a sharp kendo stick attack. Francis clutches his leg that takes another shot from the former UFC fighter. Johnson is able to get a sick grin through the blood covering his face before swinging the kendo stick backwards…only for it to be taken from his hand by Zyon who proceeds to swing the stick toward the head of Johnson who dodges causing the kendo stick to meet with MAK’s head busting him open. Mak falls backward on to the road covered in stone as Johnson looks to get his kendo stick back, but not before having to dodge another one of Zyon’s swings. JJ Johnson ducks and rolls away from Zyon. The Hardcore champ charges and gets speared by Johnson who was also rushing at Zyon. Zyon drops the kendo stick as he clutches his stomach while JJ Johnson grabs his shoulder, which is hurting from the impact of the spear. Pete: Have these men forgot about the olive tree? King: No, but the real question is that do they care about the olive tree? JJ Johnson walks toward his kendo stick and then past it as he makes his way toward the Propylaea where the key to victory could be. Johnson quickens his pace as his strides get longer and longer before he makes it to the grand piece of architecture. This architecture is built like most of the temples in the area…on columns. The Propylaea looks like it has indeed seen better days, and unlike the Parthenon it doesn’t have any art and it isn’t nearly as big. Johnson enters the temple and quickly looks for the tree, but finds nothing but dirt and a Senior Citizen Tour of Athens. King: Hey Pete is that your grandma. Pete: That’s just wrong King. The camera shows an extremely older lady who like the temple has seen some better days. A bloody Johnson walks up to the group of traveling elder people and shouts… “Have any of you seen an olive tree around here…HUH!!” JJ’s scratched voice screams the loudest it has ever screamed, post- Chuck Liddell kick to the throat. His voice and bloody face simply scares the citizens causing just a bunch of mumbles and unrecognizable answers. JJ gets irritated and looks to threaten one of the elderly, but out of NOWHERE he gets dropped by Mak Francis who just attacked Johnson with a cane. Nearby there is an elderly lady sitting on the ground…yeah you can piece it together. Pete: That Mak Francis is just as evil as JJ Johnson for stealing that old ladies cane like that. King: Oh just because its your grandma. Pete: MY GRANDMA’S DEAD, IDIOT!! King: *Silence* Pete lets loose on King while Francis BREAKS the cane over the head of JJ Johnson. “The Franchise” turns and is stunned as the elder people are all looking into the air in unison. “The Franchise” is confused to he follows and is then in trouble as Zyon has recovered from being speared and is on top of the architecture… Pete: Good lord King he must be… King: Really high up there. Zyon leaps off the architecture and falls back toward earth with major velocity and lands on Mak with a MAJOR cross body block!! “YEAAAHHHHH!!!!” The fans cheer since they aren’t the type to chant “Holy Shit.” Zyon quickly rolls off of Mak Francis, who is just staring at the sky trying to understand what just happened to him. Zyon’s stomach region seems to be really killing him after the spear and that holy cross body block. And Johnson…well he is still trying to recuperate from the cane strike of doom. Pete: Well all three men are currently down. King: Man that cross body block was insane, serves Zyon right for getting hurt. Pete: Let me guess stupid spot monkey. King: That is right! “Let’s Go Zyon!!” A chant echoes out for the only pure face in the match, but deep down all men are being chanted and cheered on. As the chant continues Zyon is the first to his feet followed by JJ Johnson who runs up and tackles Zyon who is still catching his breath. The two men end up rolling down hill and out of the temple and back on the street as the groups of Senior citizens are intrigued by SWF’s hardcore display. They follow as JJ Johnson finds himself to his feet, as does his opponent who happens to be the current champion. Mak Francis is still out of the picture, but we all know that shouldn’t last long unless he wants to have the same outcome as 13th Hour. Pete: These two men showing obvious signs of fatigue. King: And Johnson’s loss of blood is not helping. Johnson charges…well as fast a he can charge at this point of the match, but Zyon simply leap frogs a bloody JJ Johnson and turns looks to hit Johnson with the “SNAP” running dropkick!!! King: He’s attempting that “Snap” dropkick. Pete: One of the more popular moves in the SWF today as far as momentum changers go. JJ Johnson doesn’t care about popularity as he catches Zyon in the air and slams him to the ground and then looks to lock in the “Lion Tamer!!!” King: Oh, now here is a momentum changer. Pete: And under normal circumstances a possible match ender. Zyon struggles and kicks Johnson away long enough for him to be able to kip up…and gets WALLAPED by a steel chair from the one and only Mak Francis!! Pete: Man what a deadly shot! King: He must have gotten the steel chair back at the temple. Zyon falls backwards and to the ground after having his face imprinted in the chair. The chair shot completes the crimson mask trifecta as Zyon immediately begins to bleed; his skin already soften from being slammed into the ground face first multiple times earlier. Francis raises the chair above his head to KILL JJ Johnson with it, but Johnson brings the HEEL HEAT, by kicking “The Franchise” down low. “BOOOOOO!” Pete: No matter where we are that is just wrong. King: But it’s legal. Mak drops the chair and doubles over leaving an opening for JJ Johnson who goes for his impaler DDT on to the steel chair…and hits it. Mak is dropped on to the chair head first, but lucky enough for the “The Franchise” there was no weird neck angles it was a pretty straightforward elevated DDT. Zyon tries to make it back to his feet, but Johnson stomps that dream away by giving Zyon a swift kick to the face. The submission specialist then decides to show some CANADIAN RAGE ~ by placing Zyon into a picture perfect sharpshooter. Pete: Even though I may dislike JJ Johnson I love the Sharpshooter and this man has earned my respect by taking the time to perfect it unlike others who use it. King: I smell what you’re cooking. Johnson tightens the hold be rearing backward and putting all his weight and leverage into the back of the “Unique Youth.” Zyon’s bloodstains the ground as he reaches for anything and everything. The on hand tour can only watch in horror as the SWF veteran JJ Johnson decided to punish the relatively new Zyon. In the background though “The Franchise” is seen rising to his feet dented steel chair in hand. King: JJ… Pete: He can’t here you. Mak sneaks up on the Canadian and swings the chair backward and then drives it forward…almost DECAPITATING JJ Johnson in the process. Johnson releases the hold and falls to the ground leaving Zyon to feel the after effect of the famous Canadian submission. Francis however doesn’t let Zyon’s pain linger for long as “The Franchise” steps over Zyon and places a chair shot to the injured stomach of Zyon. “OHHHHH” The fans react to the shot and get ready to react again, but Mak decides to put the chair down and look for the key to victory…a freakin tree. Pete: Mak has the decency to not beat this kid to death. King: No he probably thinks the chair has taken enough damage. Mak continues his search across Acropolis Hill, as his two opponents lie motionless in a puddle of their own blood. Mak finds one of the more important temples of “Sacred Rock”, that being The Temple of Athena Nike. Like the other temples this one is held up by columns and inside are reliefs and other forms of art. Mak stops at the entrance of the temple and looks back. All he sees is a group of spectators and dust in the wind. Mak smiles from under his bloody face and even the bad attitude Mak Francis can only be glad that he MIGHT just be able to find that damn tree. The SWF following won’t have to wait long as the temple is of the smaller origin and right as you walk in is basically the center. “The Franchise” enters the temple and quickly checks the dark corners and painted walls for any sign of what could be a tree in the need of some planting, but “The Franchise” is left without a chance of victory as the mysterious olive tree is nowhere in sight. King: Oh Mak has to be pissed, since I’m getting a little aggravated at where this olive tree could be. Pete: I find it rather interesting. King: Well YOU would. Mak goes to leave, but before he can in the exit is JJ Johnson who is ready to take “The Franchise” on once again. Mak shakes his head and finds it in good fortune that there is somebody for him to take his anger out on. Mak chases after Johnson who is just standing in a shoot wrestling position ready for whatever Mak wants to dish out. Mak’s eyes glow with intense rage and anger as he lets his arm fly with a clothesline that should be illegal in seven countries. JJ Johnson is able to duck and without a moment’s hesitation… KATA-HAJIME!!!! Pete: Oh this is bad for “The Franchise.” King: This move could easily knock Mak out, and considering the pain that Mak has gone through already I wouldn’t give him much time. The Suicide King is right, but time is not what Mak needs. What Mak needs is a way out and lucky for him he is surrounded by nothing, but a way out. JJ Johnson tightens the hold and looks to take Mak down to the ground, but “The Franchise” stays strong and with one gutsy effort Mak leaps backward slamming JJ Johnson into a temple wall causing dirt and stone to fall from the ceiling. Johnson’s grip loosens enough for Mak to regain his composure and drops JJ Johnson with a quick side slam. Pete: For those at home you must try to understand that the simplest slams and drops are hurting these men more than normal cause of the environment they are in. King: Ugh…yeah. Mak somehow rises to his feet ad exits the temple and is able to spot Zyon heading toward Asklepion Shrine. King: Please, I admit it I haven’t heard a single word from this Zyon and I hate him. Pete: And… King: But please let him or anybody else find this damn plant. Zyon continues his journey toward the shrine that is said to be a sanctuary for some sort of healing god…and boy do these men needs some healing. While Mak chases Zyon, a camera shows JJ Johnson rise back to his feet and it seems the three combatants are going to end up in the same area. Back at the shrine, which really is a glorified cave is Zyon who enters the shrine that is covered in pictures of what could only be described as the popular vision of god. Inside the shrine is yet another treasure chess and this time Zyon is a little hesitant since all he needs now is a Toxxic figurine. Zyon’s stalling causes him damage though as Mak charges in and shoulder tackles Zyon from behind causing the youngsters neck to snap back as he goes flying into a wall knocking down pictures as he falls to the ground. Mak then opens the chess and reaches inside only to pull out… A figurine… A picture of Tom Cruise… A light bulb… None of those, actually it is the olive tree that everyone has been searching for. King: Oh there is a god… Pete: King do you realize what you just said. King: Yes, I said Oh there is a go…oh ooopps. Lucky for Suicide King the fans are too into the match to hear him. Mak grips the tree with his life and quickly exits the shrine. “The Franchise” makes his way toward the Erechtheion where the match is going to end one way or another. Mak is definitely paranoid at this point as he looks from side to side waiting for JJ Johnson to just pop out and steal his glory. However, the only people following Mak are the elderly on tour…well all of them, but the one that is still waiting from somebody to give her cane back. “The Franchise” continues his journey across the Acropolis before coming to a stop to admire the temple where he shall capture the hardcore title. CRACK!!! Of course though this will not be an easy task. Mak’s paranoia was for good reason as JJ Johnson appears and cracks Mak in the back with a kendo stick. “The Franchise” though refuses to let go of the olive tree and for this almost meet another kendo shot, but Zyon finds his way to the temple and stuns the former UFC fighter with a forearm. Zyon then blindly goes for a back kick, but “The Franchise” catches the youth’s foot, but also drops the tree! Pete: Mak just made a BIG mistake. King: Ah his new attitude alone can get that tree back let alone his skill. Pete: That made absolutely no sense. Zyon tries to pull his foot away from Mak…and does, but only to then be knighted by a perfect kendo stick shot…. “OWWWW!!!” The fans respond to the shot as does King… King: DAMN! Zyon falls backward and into Mak who simply pushes the hardcore champ out of his way as the youth floats down to the ground. Mak continues his stride toward a fatigued Johnson who goes to swing the kendo stick, but “The Franchise” kicks JJ Johnson in the gut and goes for the “FRANCHISE TAG!!” Pete: This could finish it as far as JJ Johnson goes. King: Lets hope his intent isn’t too injure Johnson who has basically just came back. Well no worries since before Mak can hook the leg JJ Johnson goes to counter with an arm bar, but Mak quickly pulls away and the two men are at a stand off. “The Franchise” and his new attitude glances at the tree still lying on the ground and then signals for Johnson to “Bring it on.” Pete: Mak showing off his new persona. King: Yep…and I love it! Johnson walks up to Mak…and goes for a right hand, but Mak blocks it and goes for one of his own… VINEGAR MIST~ ~ ~ !!!! Pete: Hey how did he do that? King: No clue, only him and “Maniac” Bryan Rodgers has that technique down. King and Pete are both in confusion as “The Franchise” is blinded by not only arrogance, but by the mist. Johnson then leaps into the air and knocks Mak for a loop with a spinning roundhouse kick. Francis falls to the ground clutching his face, mostly his eyes region as Johnson looks for the olive tree, but Zyon has now made it to his feet… “Let’s Go Zyon” The hordes of fans back at the stadium cheer the youth on. JJ Johnson makes his way toward his opponent and looks for a right hand, but Zyon just takes it and finds a way to throw Johnson into the temple face first. JJ Johnson bounces off the Erechtheion and into Zyon who delivers a kick to Johnson and goes for his patented “Final Hour” cradle piledriver!!!! Pete: This could give Zyon ample enough time to find and plant the olive tree. King: I can’t believe we are basically marking out for an olive tree. Zyon attempts to lift the former UFC fighter, but JJ Johnson counters by sweeping Zyon’s legs from out of under him and then goes for a sharpshooter, but Mak Francis walks up to JJ Johnson and hooks him into the “FRANCHISE TAG!!” This time Johnson isn’t able to escape and is stricken down with the finisher landing in a nasty fashion on the ground covered in rock and dry clay!! Pete: Oh that was just INSANE! King: Yeah I think JJ Johnson needs medical attention… “RAAAAA” Mak Francis rises to his feet as JJ Johnson is just limp on the ground as “The Franchise” looks around for Zyon and spots him…digging a hole with his hands!!! Mak though also sees the olive tree right in front of him. Pete: What is Zyon doing? Pete wonders, as does Mak who makes his way towards Zyon and gets a hand full of dirt into his eyes! King: What!!! Zyon then kicks “The Franchise” in the gut and looks to be going for the “Final Hour”, but instead Zyon locks “The Franchise” in a headlock and… EVENFLOW DDT!!! R.I.P Andrew Rickmen!! “YEAAAAAHHHH!!!” The SWF fans go insane at the show of respect for an SWF fallen as Zyon grabs the olive tree away from the unconscious Mak Francis and puts into the ground and then molds the dirt around the plant!!!! Pete: He does it again!!! King: Ok forget it there is no god, and I don’t give a fuck about what these people think. Zyon falls back on to the ground and spreads his arms out enjoying the victory and waiting for the medical attention as Funyon makes the announcement back at the stadium… Funyon: The winner and STILL SWF Hardcore Champion and Patron Wrestler of Athens…Z~Y~O~N!!! “Vitamin” blares across stadium as the fans rise on their feet and clap and cheer at what they just saw. Another SWF hardcore classic that literally went all over Athens and in the only way the SWF knows how this match could be a tribute to the fallen Insane Luchador. There is more to come…

*knock-knock* “Yo!” “…‘Yo’?” Toxxic doesn’t even bother to turn around. He only knows one person who can invest a single syllable with so much distaste that it sounds like the whole word can only be handled with long tongs and thick protective gloves. “Hey Scott,” he greets his guest, “what’s up?” “What’s up?” Scott Pretzler says as he enters the locker room and closes the door behind him. “Well, to start with we are in Greece, the birthplace of modern Western culture, and yet Justin is-” “Who?” Toxxic asks, looking around questioningly. “Justin?” Pretzler repeats, but only sees blank incomprehension on the face of his former leader. “JJ?” he tries again, and is greeted with recognition in the steel grey eyes. “Ah, right,” Toxxic acknowledges. “Go on.” “Well, JJ has been booked in some ludicrous ‘match’ involving him having to fight against two other men whilst trying to plant a tree,” Pretzler says, the tone of voice clearly indicating his feelings for the art of combat horticulture. “This is a man who until fairly recently was competing in the genuine -if rather vulgar- sport of Ultimate Fighting, now forced in a mockery that barely even deserves the name Sports Entertainment, let alone wrestling!” “Yeah, but JJ’ll have the chance to become Athens’ patron wrestler,” Toxxic points out. “Don’t deny the man his chance at glory.” “But in the meantime, Arch Griffon and Jay Hawke have a match that actually approximates genuine Olympic rules!” Pretzler points out. “I can’t help but think that the booking committee could have chosen a better way to showcase our former stablemate’s talents.” “Pretz, the guy who books Lockdown is a bit… weird,” Toxxic tells the Critic, “might as well get used to it. Besides, JJ is our former stablemate,” he reminds Pretzler, “if he wants to object to a match that gives him a shot at a title and immortality it’s his job to do it, not ours.” “I seem to recall that not that long ago you would have made a far bigger issue of this,” Pretzler says with a faint hint of criticism. “I appreciate that Revolution Zero is officially disbanded, but still-” “Yeah, it is disbanded,” Toxxic tells him, although without rancour “and you’d best get used to that, too. I’m just sick of fronting for everything, Scott. From now on I’m going to wrestle the bloody matches and see what happens. Take tonight, for example,” the Straight-Edge Sensation continues, “I could have thrown a schiz at Flesher for pulling strings on a show that’s not even his and booking me into this blind, but you know what? Sod ‘im. Even if the last mystery opponent was El Luchadore Magnifico, they can’t have another legend waiting in the wings.” “Yes, it was about that I wanted to see you actually,” Pretzler says with a faint hint of uneasiness. “You see, I was in Tom’s office earlier and-” “You were what?” Toxxic says sharply. “Why? Don’t get me wrong,” he carries on without giving Pretzler a chance to answer his initial question, “you’re not in my stable anymore so you can do what you like, but just be careful, yeah? You seem to have been getting a bit chummy lately with the Superior Arse, but remember that he’s not praising your workrate and technical skills for nothing; he’ll want something, sooner or later.” “Well, perhaps,” Pretzler mutters, although he sounds unconvinced. “Anyway,” he continues, “I’ve found out that your oppone-” “Uh-uh!” Toxxic cuts him off, wagging a black-nailed finger at his former stablemate. “It’s meant to be a mystery opponent, remember Scott? Where would the fun be if I went out there knowing who I was facing? Like I said,” the Brit continues as he grabs his holdall off the bench, “they can’t have another top-quality wrestler hanging around, and even if they do, it don’t matter. I’m not thinking whoever-it-is will have much of a shot at beating me.” He grins at the Critic, who doesn’t returns the gesture. “But now,” Toxxic concludes, “I’m going off to see if they sell Coke in this place. Laters.” “I wouldn’t be so sure you can beat him,” Scott Pretzler is left to tell the empty lockeroom, shaking his head. It’s unclear whether Pretzler’s regret is that he didn’t get to tell Toxxic who his opponent was, or at the actual identity of the mystery wrestler. “I wouldn’t be so sure at all…”

Pete: “And we return live to Lockdown in Greece, and we’re going to see yet another matchup in the series between Jay Hawke and Arch Griffon.” King: “And this time the rules are in the International Champion’s favor! At 13th Hour, Jay Hawke had the odds stacked against him, and he still found a way to pull out the victory. This time, it’s an Olympic style wrestling match. Amateur wrestling. Something Arch Griffon knows very little about.” Pete: “And this match will be on a scoring system, so let’s take a brief look at how points are going to be scored in this match.” From the feet: Takedown = 1 point. Takedown from feet to back = 3 points Suplex from feet to stomach, side, etc. = 3 points Suplex from feet to back = 5 points On the mat: Near-fall (any back exposure) = 2 points Suplex started off the mat (eg a German where you lift the guy from his stomach) = +1 point bonus for the lift. Pete: “And remember one thing. Striking your opponent is illegal, and will result in penalties. You lose five points for the first offense, ten points for the second offense, and you will be disqualified on the third offense.” King: “And remember that in Olympic rules, all it takes is a one count to earn the pinfall. With these two men used to having three seconds to get the shoulder up, that could become a huge factor as well.” Pete: “And with that, let’s go up to the ring and Funyon’s introductions.” Funyon: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is an Olympic rules match scheduled for three three-minute rounds.” The familiar strains of Pink Floyd’s “Learning to Fly” come on the PA as the lights dim. Funyon: “Introducing first … from the Hall of Fame City of Cleveland, Ohio … weighing in at 215 pounds … he is the current SWF International Champion … ‘The Dean of Professional Wrestling’ … JAAAAAAAAAAY HAWWWWWWWWWKE!” A spotlight shines on Jay Hawke as he emerges from the curtain, and he heads to the ring wearing his trademark black and purple robe. As the crowd gets into its familiar chant… “HAWKE SUCKS! HAWKE SUCKS! HAWKE SUCKS!” …Jay Hawke slowly turns his head toward the crowd and sneers at the people who love to hate him. Hawke heads to the ring, taking off his robe and folding it before handing it to the ring attendant. He then turns toward the aisle, staring at the entryway with an ice cold stare. King: “It’s nice to see that ‘Hawke sucks’ sounds exactly the same in every country we go to.” The arena goes dark as “Bloodlust of the Human Condition” comes over the PA. Funyon: “And his opponent. From Des Moines, Iowa … weighing in at 302 pounds … ARRRRRRRRRRCH GRIFFONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!” As the crowd gives off a mixed reaction, the lights continue to dim. Just as the song begins to kick into gear, white pyrotechnics shoot from the aisle, blinding the fans in the arena. Griffon emerges from the pyro, power walking to the ring as always. Pete: “And this should be interesting. Not only because of how the rules are structured, but I don’t think Scott Ryder has ever refereed a match with these rules before.” King: “I don’t think any of our referees have ever refereed a match with these rules before.” Both men approach the center of the ring, with Scott Ryder asking them to stay separated. *DING DING DING* Griffon: 0 Hawke: 0 Time remaining: 3:00, 2:59, 2:58... As the bell rings to signal the start of round one, both men take a step toward each other. Griffon tries to initiate the lockup, but Hawke pushes him away. Griffon continues to try to initiate the lockup, but Hawke keeps pushing Arch’s hands away to prevent him from grabbing on. Pete: “Jay Hawke may need to use his quickness here, as Griffon’s got the definite power advantage.” King: “It’s not every day you see an Olympic style wrestling match where there’s a ninety pound weight difference.” As Griffon moves in for another lockup, Jay Hawke tries to sneak behind into a waistlock, but Griffon uses what speed he has to spin around and prevent Jay Hawke from locking his hands. Both men turn to face each other, and Griffon moves in for a lockup again. This time Hawke spins behind into the waistlock, then grabs Griffon’s foot and brings him down to the mat. Griffon quickly hops back up, but Scott Ryder signals one point for the takedown. Griffon: 0 Hawke: 1 Time remaining: 2:14, 2:13, 2:12... King: “I’m guessing this is freestyle and not Greco-Roman.” Pete: “We thought about doing Greco-Roman, but management thought the lack of leg attacks would be too boring.” King: “That’s probably a rare good call by management.” With both men at a vertical base, they again move in. Hawke again spins behind and wraps up a waistlock. Griffon plants his feet, preventing Hawke from getting another takedown. He tries to separate the hands, but Jay Hawke maintains a vicelike grip. Griffon instinctively throws an elbow that catches Jay Hawke in the temple… Pete: “No Arch!” …and Scott Ryder immediately signals to the timekeeper to deduct five points from Arch Griffon. Griffon: -5 Hawke: 1 Time remaining: 1:43, 1:42, 1:41... King: “See, and that’s where these two men not using these rules too often comes into play! In a normal professional match, that elbow is a legal and effective counter for that waistlock, but this time it put Griffon into a huge hole!” With his arguments falling on deaf ears, Arch Griffon again charges his opponent. Hawke avoids the clinch by hooking both legs and taking Griffon straight down onto his buttocks. Hawke spins around and wraps his arms around the waist again as Scott Ryder signals for another point. Griffon: -5 Hawke: 2 Time remaining: 1:19, 1:18, 1:17 Jay Hawke tries to roll Arch Griffon over onto his back for the fall, but Griffon shifts his weight forward to prevent his back from being exposed. Griffon works his way to his feet, then grabs a hold of Hawke’s arms and unlocks his hands. Griffon immediately reverses the waistlock, but Hawke spins away from it before Griffon can lock his hands together. Pete: “Hawke is finding a way to keep Arch Griffon from getting a hold of him.” Both men face each other, and Arch Griffon tries to lock up with Hawke again. King: “I would do the same thing.” Griffon decides to go for the waist instead, locking in a bear hug. King: “The way these rules are structured, Griffon could use his strength to get in a quick suplex, and that seven point deficit doesn’t last very long.” Arch Griffon immediately proves Suicide King right, as he takes Hawke down with a side belly-to-belly suplex. Scott Ryder rules Hawke landed on his side and awards Griffon three points. Griffon: -2 Hawke: 2 Time remaining: :30, :29, :28 Arch Griffon immediately tries to use his strength and positioning to turn Hawke onto his back. Hawke tries to keep his body as wide as possible to keep Griffon from turning him, but Hawke’s shoulder hits the mat for a split-second. Hawke immediately rolls through it, but not fast enough to keep Scott Ryder from awarding two points for the near fall. Griffon: 0 Hawke: 2 Time remaining: :11, :10:, :09... Arch Griffon attempts to use his strength to an even further advantage, trying to get to his feet. He gets to one knee, but before he can try for the throw that would give him the lead… *DING DING DING!* Griffon: 0 Hawke: 0 End of Round 1 Pete: “That’s the end of the first round, and what a comeback by Arch Griffon after falling behind early.” King: “And the key to that was getting the five point penalty for the elbow to the head. Griffon could actually be leading this match right now had he only been able to avoid throwing the elbow.” *DING DING DING* Griffon: 0 Hawke: 2 Time remaining: 3:00, 2:59, 2:58... King: “That was a pretty quick rest period.” Pete: “The show must be running long already.” Arch Griffon immediately tries the bear hug out of the gate, trying to pick up another three point takedown. Hawke immediately grabs Griffon’s right leg and lifts it. Griffon struggles to keep Hawke from getting the proper leverage on the leg pick and reaches for a front headlock. Hawke pulls his head back, then leans in and grabs Griffon’s left leg. With both legs trapped, Hawke is able to lift both legs and bring Griffon down to his back. Scott Ryder immediately awards three points as Griffon rolls to his knees. Griffon: 0 Hawke: 5 Time remaining: 2:28, 2:27, 2:26... Jay Hawke immediately grabs Arch Griffon by the waist as Griffon struggles to get to his feet. Hawke leans forward, getting Griffon off of his knees and thus taking away any leverage Griffon may have had. King: “I’m not sure if we’re going to award riding time in this match or not, but this is sound strategy at any rate.” Arch Griffon regains the positioning of his knees and tries sitting out, but Jay Hawke refuses to let Griffon escape. Pete: “Well, either time’s going to get away from Arch Griffon, or Hawke might be able to get a fall if he can turn him over.” With Arch Griffon unable to spin out of the move, he decides to grab the ropes instead. While it forces Scott Ryder to bring them to the center of the ring, Ryder rules Griffon must return to his knees. King: “So Jay Hawke gets one point for the pushout, right?” Pete: “This isn’t Real Pro Wrestling.” King: “What about the twenty second bonus?” Hawke takes advantage of the positioning, rolling Griffon over to his back just enough for Scott Ryder to award two points for the near fall. Griffon: 0 Hawke: 7 Time remaining: 1:31, 1:30, 1:29... Arch Griffon makes his way to his feet. Hawke is right up after him. Hawke moves in to tie Griffon up, but Griffon reaches up and slaps Jay Hawke across the face. Scott Ryder immediately steps in to admonish him, then signals to the timekeeper to knock ten points off Griffon’s score. Griffon: -10 Hawke: 7 Time remaining: 1:14, 1:13, 1:12... Pete: “And what horrible timing for Griffon to do that!” King: “He forgets where he is in that ring, and he ends up getting himself penalized! What a stupid move by the former champion!” Pete: “And all Hawke has to do at this point is avoid getting pinned, and he’s probably got the match locked up at this point!” Jay Hawke moves in, trying to grab Arch Griffon’s legs for another takedown. Griffon is quick to back away from it though. Hawke moves in again, but Griffon slips behind Jay Hawke and grabs him by the waist, then lifts him up, taking him straight backwards onto his back. Scott Ryder awards five points for the suplex, and Griffon rolls to his feet without letting his opponent go. Griffon: -5 Hawke: 7 Time remaining: :36, :35, :34... Pete: “Griffon essentially hit a German suplex there, and that will cut into the deficit in a hurry!” King: “Yeah, but he’s still got a lot of ground to make up and not a lot of time to do it in!” Griffon tries for another lift, but Jay Hawke plants his feet as far apart as possible to keep himself from going over. Griffon lifts a forearm, but quickly thinks better of it and locks the waist tighter. Griffon: -5 Hawke: 7 Time remaining: :21, :20, :19... Pete: “Jay Hawke’s hanging on for dear life!” King: “All he needs is to avoid getting taken over again!” Arch Griffon lifts, but Jay Hawke wraps his leg around Arch’s to keep himself from going over. Arch lifts again, and this time he gets him up. Griffon pops his hips back… *DING DING DING!* THUD! Arch Griffon takes Jay Hawke over, but Scott Ryder immediately waves it off, claiming it was after the bell. Griffon: -5 Hawke: 7 End of Round 2 Pete: “If only Arch Griffon would have had another half a second to work with!” King: “Hey, there’s a reason these are three minute rounds instead of three minute five second rounds!” As Arch Griffon vehemently argues with Scott Ryder, Jay Hawke begins to crawl toward his opponent from behind. He lifts an arm… *DING DING DING!* …and catches Arch Griffon with a low blow. Griffon falls to the canvas in extreme pain as Scott Ryder signals for the five point deduction. Griffon: -5 Hawke: 2 Time remaining: 2:51, 2:50, 2:49... Pete: “A low blow, and that could prove costly!” King: “I dispute that! That happened during the rest period!” Pete: “You’ve got to be joking, King! It’s illegal even during the rest period!” Jay Hawke immediately kneels down next to his fallen opponent, hooks his arms, and spins him onto his back. Scott Ryder has no choice but to go down for the count: ONE! *DING DING DING!* Pete: “This is ridiculous!” Funyon: “Ladies and gentlemen, after 28 seconds of the third round, your winner via pinfall … ‘The Dean of Professional Wrestling’ and the International Champion … JAAAAAAAAAY HAWWWWWWKE!” “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Pete: “Hawke only gained the pinfall thanks to a cheap low blow!” King: “Hey, the rules said there was a five point penalty for a strike, and Ryder awarded the points accordingly!” Pete: “Let’s face the facts here, King. If you take away the penalties at that point of the match, Griffon would have actually been ahead 10-5! He outwrestled Jay Hawke tonight!” King: “Wrong! Griffon was only able to score after those strikes cost him those penalties!” Pete: “Regardless, the International Champion is fortunate to walk out of here with a victory tonight.” King: “And Tom Flesher’s thanking God you’ll never actually see Jay Hawke and Arch Griffon in the Olympics anytime soon.” Pete: “And we’ll return in just a few moments with the hardcore championship on the line! That’s next on Lockdown!”

“Mel?” Ejiro Fasaki looks on in confusion as his sister Melissa briskly walks right past him in the hallway, without so much as a hello. “Hey Mel, where ya’ goin’?” Melissa glances back over her shoulder at her brother, but instead of stopping to explain herself, she actually starts walking faster, as she appears to be headed in the direction of Tom Flesher’s office. “I know she’s not heading to talk to him!” Ejiro mutters to himself. He continues to watch her retreating form for a few seconds longer before he decides to get to the bottom of this, and begins to trot down the hallway. “Hey Mel, wait up!” Wherever Melissa is headed, however, she doesn’t appear willing to talk about it with her older brother, going so far as to break into a dead run, breaking around the corner… CRASH! … And almost running Wildchild completely over! Melissa places her hands on Wildchild’s chest and looks up at him with desperation in her eyes. “Help me!” she pleads. “Huh?” “He’s crazy!” she insists. “You’ve got to protect me from him!” The Bahama Bomber is positively perplexed. “Who?” Without giving him a direct answer, Melissa wraps her arms around Wildchild’s waist and positions his body in front of hers as Ejiro lumbers around the corner. “Hey… Mel,” The Rule pants between breaths, “what’s… the damn deal?” “No, Jerry,” Melissa says firmly, “I don’t want to talk to you right now!” She then stands up on her tiptoes to whisper in Wildchild’s ear. “Don’t let him take me away, please!” “What’s going on here, Ejiro?” “I’m trying to find that out myself, Dominic,” replies Ejiro, “so I’ll thank you to give my sister and I some privacy so that we can talk.” As the Rule reaches for Melissa, however, she cowers behind Wildchild, unwilling to take his hand, as if he has cooties or something. “I’m not gon’ be able t’ do dat,” replies the Bahama Bomber. “She don’ seem t’ wan’ t’ talk to you right now.” Ejiro’s eyes narrow in irritation. “You don’t know what you’re talking about! This is no concern of yours, Dominic. This is family business, between my sister and me. Now, stand aside!” Wildchild, still totally confused by the whole situation, is nonetheless a little skeptical about his old rival, and finds himself unable to give him the benefit of the doubt. “I beg t’ differ, monsieur; when a beautiful lady asks me for my protection, it becomes my concern! Now, de lady don’ wan’ t’ go wit you, so I suggest dat you go find someone else t’ annoy!” By this point, Ejiro has long since bypassed irritation, and has moved on to full-blown anger. He takes a few steps closer to stand nose-to-nose with his arch nemesis. “Alright then, Wildchild; if you want to make this personal, we can get personal! If you want to get your ass beat over somebody else’s business, that’s not my problem!” “Don’t talk about it, monsieur,” replies Wildchild. “Be about it; dere ain’t nothin’ between us but air an’ opportunity!” Ejiro smirks in response. “Why should I kick your ass here, when I can do it in front of thirty thousand? You know, I still owe you for Ashes 2 Ashes, so I’ll be more than happy to rip you a new asshole in front of everyone here in Athens!” “I’ll be looking forward to it,” replies the Bahama Bomber. Ejiro scowls at his sister. “We’re definitely going to talk about this later,” he says, “WITHOUT him!” With that, he spins around on his heel, storming off in the other direction while Melissa continues to peer from behind Wildchild. As we: FADE OUT

The Panathinaiko Stadium roars to life in the night-time lights, the camera panning around and catching a little lens flare as it pans from side to side. The seats are full, with rows going onto the track and grass, with the huge silhouette of the largest Smarktron ever standing at the open end of the stadium. The shots cut to sign shots with stuff like “EJIRO YOU’RE MY HERO” with the neighboring sign saying “NOTHING RHYMES WITH FASAKI”. Another one says “TOXXIC: STRAIGHT EDGE WITH A TWIST!”, and a few of them written in Greek. “For our next match up, we are supposed to have Austin Sly and Mason facing off in a Hardcore match. For Sly, it’ll be his first match in a little while,” says Pete, shuffling through a few of his notes, “And Manson will be looking for a win after a tough loss at 13th Hour in the 4 way for the Hardcore Title.” “Well, there are only two good things can come of this match: Austin Sly’s return and a Manson losing streak.” “I’m not so sure that Austin will be running at full, though. Whenever you take time off, you always come back a little rusty. And that’s something you don’t want to be facing a veteran like Manson.” “Yeah, you would know about taking time off, glass knees….” finishes King, getting an angry glare from Pete. A little time passes as the crowd waits anxiously for the two competitors to come out… … but no one comes. “Well, this is certainly odd.” “Hey, wait a sec…” says King, “I didn’t see them on our flight with the rest of the guys. Didn’t some of the guys have to hang back and wait for the late flight out?” “Yes, King, but I’m not sure if-“ Suddenly the Smarktron sparks to life, showing one of the baggage trains at Athens International Airport. The shot pans over a little to reveal a grumbling Manson, dressed in jeans and a plain white tee-shirt, waiting for his luggage. The crowd cheers for Manson’s appearance, but it soon turns into confused murmuring at the situation. “God damn overbooked flights…” he mumbles as he waits with a camera man in tow. Next to him stands Sexton Hardcastle, backup referee. “Can you believe this? I can’t believe they didn’t get me on that damn flight,” he says to Hardcastle, “Hell, they booked me on a flight next to YOU. Talk about an insult...” Before Hardcastle can react, a cellphone rings, and Manson reaches into his pocket. “Hello? Yeah, I’ve been meaning to talk to you abo- Yeah, I know I’m late for my match. You are the one who fu- Wait, what do you mean it’s starting now? Hello?” Manson looks over at Hardcastle, obviously not happy with anything right now. “I hate this company some- What are you looking at?” he asks as he finally notices Hardcastle just staring at something behind him. He turns around and… *WHACK* Gets a face full of suitcase as Austin Sly makes his appearance! The crowd boos furiously at giant incarnation of the heel on the Smarktron as he twirls around like a discus thrower, spinning off a second shot at a reeling Manson… *WHACK* And Manson all to the ground with a second shot! Sly stands over the fallen face, dropping the packed suitcase on the floor. “Your bags, sir,” he laughs as he puts his foot on the Stampede’s chest, “Hardcastle, count it.” “Ha! Mason 1:06!” laughs King as Pete just shakes his head in disappointment. “This is just a travesty! He completely blindsided him!” “It’s a hardcore match, Pete! Anything goes!” says King with a grin as the reluctant Sexton comes over and nervously starts a count. ONE! TWO! TH-KICKOUT! A cheer rings out for Manson as Austin Sly frowns and pulls him back up to his feet, and gives him a punch right in the face, knocking the former Hardcore Champion right through a full baggage train. The bags go crashing down as a few people look on in stunned silence. “You know, I was wrong. This is my comeback. I shouldn’t rush things,” remarks Sly sarcastically as he walks over to downed Manson, “Might pull a muscle. Don’t want that to happen.” He steps over the now-empty cart into a pile of scattered suitcases, duffle bags, and various other travel items, half-heartedly reaching over to pick the sprawled out Manson up. Big mistake. *CRACK* Manson cracks him with a hair dryer taken from the mess! Sly stumbles backwards, almost tripping over the baggage cart as Manson rubs a bruised cheek and gets up to his feet. “Ha! Manson is ‘turning the heat up’ with that maneuver!” says Pete, the fans echoing the sentiment with raucous support. “Oh God…” Sly shakes out the cobwebs from the surprise hit, but the Gamengiri Manson hits next puts him flat on his back clutching his face. The Raging Bull, fully recovered from a close encounter of the travel bag kind, starts searching the pile around him for a better weapon. “Manson wants to repay Austin in full for that cheap shot…” He searches through a few of the bags, tossing out clothing, underwear, a few pairs of lingerie, before coming to a very interesting bag. One with a broken heart on the tag. “Hey, wait a sec… THAT’S MY BAG! I thought they lost it!” yells King as Manson opens it up and finds a treasure trove of weapons: Mace, chains, leather belts, even a sledgehammer and yes, the infamous Ace of Clubs is shoved in diagonally to fit into the small space. All in all, it’s an arsenal that rivals that of the Belize National Guard. “How did you get all that past customs?!” “Pete, I’m the greatest heel ever. You think sneaking in a few little personal items?” He immediately pockets the mace and pulls out the Ace of Clubs, much to the dismay of the recovering Sly. Manson rages forwards, taking a Barry Bonds swing at Sly’s head… “STRIKE ONE!” calls King as Austin manages to duck out of the way, “My bat’s to big for you, you stupid minor leaguer!” Manson turns to face and winds up another shot… “STRIKE TWO!” as Sly barely dodges a body blow from the black bat. But as he recovers his balance, Manson cracks him in the face with the BUTT of the bat! A huge cheer goes up as gives him another BUTT to his nose, allowing him to deliver a coup de gras cross check! Sly goes down in a heap to the delight of the crowd back at the stadium! He walks over towards Sly’s down form before putting a boot on his chest for a pin, and Sexton, tagging along for the impromptu match, goes down to make the count. ONE! TWO! THREEEENO! Kickout by Sly! “Jeez, how can Sly kick out after a blow like that? He can’t last much longer.” “Actually, Pete, judging by how those people are reacting,” says King as the people in the Concourse start running away from the massive fight, “I’m guessing this entire thing won’t last much longer.” Manson backs up, taking up a slugger’s stance behind Austin as Sly struggles back up to his feet. As the heel reaches his knees, he points out off camera towards the ceiling… “He’s calling his shot! He’s looking for the Grand Slam!” says Pete with a laugh as Sly gets up to his feet. Manson swings… … … *SWISH* He hits nothing, Sly once again showing incredible speed as he keeps himself out of the hospital with another dodge. Manson falls off balance with the power of the swing, and Sly takes the chance to make a break for it, running down the hallway and pushing past people to try and put some space between him and the Raging Bull. It only takes a few seconds for Manson to recover, and putting the bat over his shoulder he gives chase… but to no avail, as Sly manages to turn a corner and run into an area still packed with people, loosing both Manson and the cameraman in the crowd. “Manson better watch out, Austin could be lurking anywhere in that crowd.” “If I were him, I’d be watching out for security! He’s not exactly inconspicuous walking around with my bat over his shoulder.” Manson stalks through the crowd, getting a few odd glares from the civilians incoming and outgoing, but that doesn’t bother him much. He continues to look into the crowd, trying to figure out where the heck Austin slithered off to. But while Manson doesn’t notice him, the crowd does; in the corner of the camera shot, they see Sly hiding in a group of old American Tourists. He sneaks around towards Manson, trying to blindside him… but Manson catches it out of the corner of his eye! He takes a wild swing, almost hitting Austin AND our trusty cameraman Gus, but he misses. Austin goes low, charging Manson in the stomach. The veteran drops the bat as the wind is knocked out of him, and Sly keeps moving forwards as he slams him into the wall. The impact stuns Manson, and as Austin backs off, Manson stumbles away, clutching his stomach and gasping for breath. He quickly takes advantage of this, grabbing him by his hair and leaping forwards, slamming his face into the floor! “Ouch! Talk about a harsh landing…” “Yeah, for real,” says King as Manson gets up, his nose bloodied from the impact, “I didn’t think Manson could get any uglier, but I was just proven wrong…” But before he can get to his feet, Austin pins him down, yelling for Hardcastle to run over and make the final count. People once again are getting the heck out of the way as Hardcastle slides in and starts to make a count. ONE! TWO! THRE-NO! Manson barely manages to kick out, getting another cheer. “Manson is taking one hell of a beating here, but he just won’t stay down.” “I guess he’s really trying to kill of the last of his brain cells. The stragglers are always the toughest ones to get rid of…” Austin gets off the Stampede, pulling him up with him. He wastes no time as he maneuvers behind him and locks in a sleeper hold! Manson’s face begins to turn as red as the blood streaming out his crushed nasal cavity. He struggles and tries to elbow Sly off, but the larger man just refuses to break the hold. “Manson’s tired, LDP, he can’t possibly break out of this hold after taking all that punishment.” Vision becoming blurrier and blurrier, and his limbs becoming numb, Manson tries harder to break out of the hold, but it’s just not working. But, finally, he remembers his secret weapon … *SHHHHHH* “AHHHHH! MY EYES!” yells Sly as Manson sprays him with the mace in his pocket! “Hey, I only have so many cans of those! He’d better not waste it all!” says King as Austin releases the hold and clutches his eyes with his hands while the Raging Bull falls to his knees gasping for breath. The larger man flails about, his eyes a bloodshot red now from the harmful spray. Manson, meanwhile, gets up rather shakily. Knowing that he’d better not waste the opportunity to finish off Austin, he walks up and nails the helpless man with an STO! He adjusts for a pin as Hardcastle makes another count. ONE! TWO! THREENO! Sly barely manages to kick out, much to the chagrin of the viewing audience. “It doesn’t take eyes to make a kickout, but Sly can’t last long like this. He’s got to find a way to end this quick…” Sly tries to get up, his vision watery with tears, but Manson stops him from going anywhere with a sharp kick to the gut. He quickly puts on a head scissors, and the crowd begins to swell with anticipation. “He’s moving him into position for the M-Driller! This is it!” Manson begins to lift him up… but he can’t quite get him up, and you don’t need eyesight to flip a man over top of you. Sly does just that, tossing Manson right over top of him and back onto the hard pavement. Not able to see right, Sly starts to move again, trying to buy time to regain his sight. Meanwhile, the Raging Bull lies on the ground clutching the back of his head after smacking it on the pavement. “God, how can Manson still be moving? He’s taken some of the most brutal hits of the match and he still won’t stay beat.” Slowly, the fan favorite gets to his feet, and begins to move towards the slowly-escaping Sly. He begins to catch up, and knocks Sly down with a lariat to the back of the head, falling with the heel for a lazy pin! ONE! TWO! THRNO! Sly still won’t stay down! Manson begins to pull Sly up again, but Sly pushes off him and tosses wild slap that connects! The Raging Bull takes it on the cheek, but responds with one of his own, pushing Austin back a few feet. As the two come together again, Austin manages to get the first shot, knocking Manson across the face with a closed fist! Manson’s head whips back from the punch, and Austin follows up with another vicious punch. He winds up with a haymaker… and connects, nearly knocking Manson’s jaw off! But with all the force from the punch, it throws him off balance, and they both manage to tumble into an innocent bystander. Unfortunately for them, though, this one isn’t exactly ‘innocent’. “It’s Frost!” yells Pete as the crowd gives a pop for the former SWF superstar! “The former European, Intercontinental, Tag, and Hardcore champion! He must be here on a business trip or something…” “I’m going to lock BOTH of you in a hurt locker!” says the massive Icelandic beast, brushing off his suit and tie after the tussle. The first to come up to him is Sly, but he throws a tired punch into Frost’s chest that barely stops him. The Iceman from Iceland’s response is a bit more forceful, returning fire with a punch that feels like a freight train. Sly stumbles backwards for a moment before falling to the ground after the massive punch, and Frost turns his vengeful attention towards Manson. He hits Manson with a heart punch, stunning Manson as he pulls him into a head scissors… “A Touch of Frost! You know what that means, King…” Frost underhooks the Raging Bull’s arms, pulling him up and slamming him down with a huge Tiger Driver that hasn’t been seen in ages! “We’re in for an Early Winter!” finishes Pete as the crowd gives a nostalgia pop. Frost looks over at the frightened Hardcastle, and points for him to make the count as he holds the sitting pin. ONE! “Can Frost even win this match? What’s the policy on this?” TWO! “I’m not sure, King, but it looks like he doesn’t really care…” THRENO! NO! MANSON KICKS OUT OF THE EARLY WINTER! “What the hell?!” says King as Manson gets up and starts pumping himself up, and the crowd back at the Panathinaiko Stadium goes wild! “MANSONOSITY~! is running wild!!” responds Pete as Frost tries to hit him with another punch, but misses! Manson deftly moves around it, throwing a kick into Frost’s gut. The big man hunches over, allowing Manson to lock on the ¾ Headlock… *CRACK* And snaps down for a picture-perfect Diamond Cutter! The crowd goes absolutely bonkers at this blatant disregard for any psychology or selling, and Manson looks at his next target: Sly. The heel, now just getting up, runs off after watching that display of PURE, UNADULTERATED MANSONOSITY~! The Stampede gives chase once again, and the crowd cheers him on from the stadium. “It looks like Austin doesn’t want any part of this match after that little show of power…” “Holy crap, when did the little jobber learn how to do that!?” The two run through the terminal, Gus the Cameraman huffing and puffing behind them as he tries to keep up. As they approach the planes, Austin makes a turn and pushes through the line and dashes through a metal detector. “Uh-oh…” The alarm goes off, but Manson gives chase as well, pushing past the people at the station as well. Unfortunately, its cut quite short as airport security instantly mobs them on the other side. The two yell to be let go, but it’s pretty obvious that they are in serious trouble now. “Well, I guess we learned that you can completely wreck an airport, rummage through personal belongs, and cause general havoc without arousing suspicion with the Greeks,” says King, “But once you try to get past customs, BAM! They’re on you INS on ELM.” “So… I guess that’s a draw?” “I’d say it’s more of an abortion, but I guess that’s the nice way of putting it.” “At any rate, stay tuned for more action on SWF LOCKDOWN!” *FADE TO COMMERCIAL*

Rules: HARDCORE! No DQ, no count-out, falls count anywhere! The opening ceremonies for SWF Lockdown finally die down while the anxious fans within Panathinaiko Stadium murmur amongst themselves, clearly excited for the show they’re about to witness. “UNO!” BOOM! “DOS!” BOOM! “TRES!” BOOM! “CUATRO!” BOOM! The relative calm is broken by a jarring Mexican voice, which shouts the above numbers over the PA system while a burst of pyro shoots upwards from each turnbuckle in time with each shouted word! Every fan in the stadium immediately begins to cheer while Bunch of Believers’ “Mission Trip to Mexico” plays over the speakers, struggling to be heard over tens of thousands of screaming Greeks. A second later, El Luchadore Magnifico bursts out from behind the curtain, waving his Mexican flag wildly and causing the capacity crowd to grow even more raucous! Grinning broadly, Magnifico poses beneath the gigantic Smarktron, creating a terrific photo opportunity that those with the benefit of flash photography take advantage of. “Ladies and gentlemen…” Funyon begins, looking as sharp as ever in his requisite tuxedo, “Please welcome EL LUCHADOOOORE MAGNIFICOOOOOO!” Upon hearing his name, ELM begins the trek down the ridiculously long entrance ramp, his Mexican flag billowing gracefully behind him. “And we get this episode of SWF Lockdown to an explosive start!” Pete cries, pouring on the hyperbole. “Magnifico, who made his triumphant return on Storm, is here! And these fans couldn’t be happier!” “Well, we’ll forgive them for that.” Says King, rolling a poker chip over his fingers. “They are Greek, after all.” ELM has finally competed his journey and reached the ring, whose bottom rope he rolls beneath, flag still in hand. Once inside the ring, he pops to his feet, leans his Mexican flag against a corner, and then signals for a microphone. He walks to the part of the ring closest to the announce table and is handed one, causing the fans, who want to hear what he has to say, to quickly quiet down. “Hola a todos mis amigos en Athens!” Magnifico suddenly shouts, drawing a cheap pop from those who understand what he’s saying. The rest cheer to be polite. “I’ve gotta tell you, it feels DAMN good to be back!” Magnifico begins, drawing another wave of cheers from the encouraging crowd. “Get on with it!” cries King angrily, right before LDP smacks him upside the head. “But I bet a lot of you are wondering why I’m back, and why I left in the first place.” Magnifico says, growing a bit more somber as he does so. The crowd does the same, listening intently as ELM slowly paces the ring. “As many of you know, my life is wrestling. It’s what I love to do, it’s what I’m best at, and to be frank, I’m pretty damn good at it.” “But after two years in the SWF,” Magnifico continues, “I was homesick. The only thing I love more than wrestling is my family, and my homeland of Mexico. I needed to take a break and return to my home, to clear my head and spend some time with my wife and kids, who I had left behind.” The fans remain quiet as ELM pauses, still pacing the ring as he does so. King dabs at his eyes with an imaginary tissue. “But after a while, I began to feel empty inside.” Magnifico confesses. “It was great having the chance to be with my family every day, but I got restless. I craved competition. I desired to be inside that familiar ring, putting my body on the line week in and week out while the fans cheered me on.” “I spent some time in the EMLL and the AAA as Senor Psycho,” says Magnifico, as the one guy in the crowd who gets the reference cheers, “But it just wasn’t the same. It was then I realized that there was only one federation that was going to feed my competitive spirit.” The fans already begin to cheer, as they already know where he’s going with this. “The greatest federation in the world!” Magnifico cries, beaming. “The S-W-F!” A massive pop rises from the crowd as ELM stops pacing and stands proudly in the middle of the ring, grinning broadly. “So, with the blessing of my family, I set out to return to the SWF. But, there was a small…nationality problem that I had to deal with. During my first run with the SWF, I was in the country illegally. It was hard enough dodging INS myself, but that was something I couldn’t put my family through. That’s why I was forced to leave them in Mexico.” Magnifico pauses and digs in his pants, before producing a small laminated card. “But those days are over!” ELM proudly announces, holding the green object high above his head. “Oh, for God’s sake.” King grumbles, falling back in his chair. “It’s a Green Card!” Longdogger excitedly shouts, “Magnifico is finally a legal American immigrant!” “I managed to get this baby through the Extraordinarily Ability clause.” Magnifico states, putting the card away. “It helped that the agent handling my case was a big SWF fan. A couple signed photographs later, me and my family became legal immigrants to the United States of America!” The fans cheer proudly, glad to hear that Magnifico is here to stay. ELM pauses for a moment, grinning to himself, before continuing. “With that little roadblock taken care of, I came back to the SWF, and-“ Magnifico is suddenly interrupted by the booming bass of Redman's "Let's Get Dirty", which signals the entrance of the one and only Wildchild! The fans release a massive pop as the Bahama Bomber bursts out from behind the curtain. WC pauses briefly at the top of the ramp, smiling broadly, before embarking on the legendary journey down the ramp and to the ring. "Thank God." King states, profoundly appreciative. "Not that this is much better, but if I had to hear Magnifico speak for one more second, I would of heaved up my stuffed grape leaves. Which were delicious, by the way." "Fantastic." Pete responds, rolling his eyes. "Anyway, it looks like Wildchild, who lost to Magnifico in an incredibly close contest on Storm, has something to say to the luchadore. I can't imagine he'd bear any ill will towards him..." The fans still cheering, WC approaches the ring and rolls beneath its bottom rope. He pops to his feet, walks right by Magnifico, who is watching him with keen interest, and heads to the far end of the ring, where he is handed a microphone. Wildchild walks back towards the center of the ring, looking down and measuring his words carefully as Magnifico and the crowd look on, wondering what the Bahama Bomber could have to say. "Tat's all well and good," Wildchild begins, "I'm very glad t'hear tat you'll be wit us from now on." WC pauses for a moment and looks right at Magnifico. “ELM, d’ya have any idea what it was like watchin’ ya compete wit’ t’best of de SWF, night in and night out? Y’were an inspiration t’me, Mags. I saw y’go up against guys three times y’size, and WIN. Y’were t’first man t’win de SWF World Title tree times, and y’did so as a cruiserweight. One of my main goals in de SWF was t’take ya on, and beatcha. But den y’left.” The crowd looks on in silence as WC continues, not breaking his gaze for an instant. "On Storm, I finally got m’chance, and I couldn’t beatcha. But I wouldn't feel right 'less I got another shot atcha, Mags. I'd been waitin' over two years t'face you, and I wanted t'be prepared when tat day would come." Wildchild takes a step towards ELM. "I wasn't prepared t'face you on Storm. But I want t'face you one more time, properly prepared. So, whatcha say, Mags? You gon' give ol' Wildchild one more shot at you, mon?" WC lowers the mike and stares into Magnifico's eyes. The luchadore returns the stare, expressionless. A moment passes before Magnifico brings the mic to his lips and speaks once more. "Dub Cee..." Magnifico begins, "You got it, compadre." The fans cheer in anticipation of the just-announced match, as Magnifico smiles warmly at the Tropical Tumbler, who grins broadly, hardly able to contain himself. "I'll see you again in four weeks, on the July 20th Lockdown." ELM offers. "That sound good to you?" "Fantastic, mon." Wildchild happily replies. "See you then." With that, the two men warmly shake hands, doing so as the fans pop once more in anticipation. "Well, there you have it, folks." LDP reports. "Magnifico and Wildchild will face each other one more time on this very program, four weeks from now. And if it's anything like their contest on Storm, it's going to be one hell of a match." "Yeah, fantastic." King states flatly. "Another session of ELM getting the hell beat out of him for fifteen minutes straight." King pauses. "Actually, now that I think about it, I can't wait." "I beat you can't." LDP replies, humoring his broadcast partner. "Anyway, we've gotta take a commercial break, but we'll be right back with more fantastic SWF action!"

The Smartmarks Wrestling Federation presents... SWF LOCKDOWN, JUNE 22nd, 2005, LIVE FROM THE PANATHINAIKO STADIUM IN ATHENS, GREECE! (8:00 PM EST; 5:00 PM PST. Check local listings.) In ancient times the Panathinaiko Stadium was used to host the athletic portion of the Panathenaic Games in honour of the Goddess Athena. It was fully rebuilt in 1895 in order to host the first modern Olympic Games. The stadium was built long before dimensions for athletics venues were standardized and its track and layout follow the ancient hairpin-like model. It is made entirely out of white marble, and can seat about 80,000 people. Due to the unusual shape and size of this arena, I made a pretty picture to show how everything will be laid out. -=-=-=- The Main Event - Six Man Tag Team Match Wild and Dangerous and Lil' Buck vs. Martial Law © (Landon Maddix and Todd Cortez) and Ejiro Fasaki © --> Revolution Zero is gone! Can't we all just get along? Apparently not. Landon Maddix made it very clear last week that he's feeling a bit neglected - he's a damn fine Cruiser without a Cruiserweight Title shot, a World Title Contendor without a World Title shot, and all anyone can say about his tag reign is "When are you facing Wild and Dangerous again?" We know how important it is to keep our talent happy. So when Landon Maddix asks "Where's MY match with Ejiro Fasaki?" (direct quote), we give it to him on the very next show! Unfortunately, none of Landon's demands included the word "please". So it's not exactly the match he was hoping for. TENSION~! Tonight, Martial Law teams up with the World Heavyweight Champion to take on three men who might have a thing or two to say about Landon's outburst on Storm! Rules: Standard six-man tag. You know the drill. -=-=-=- Toxxic vs. ??? --> Toxxic has stepped down from the World Title scene, disbanded Revolution Zero, and asked for a match against Danny Williams on Smarkdown, all in the name of wrestling. Maybe the stuff Spike slipped him never wore off... or maybe he's in a good mood, since we're on the European leg of our World Tour. Regardless, Toxxic asked for a tune-up match to prepare for Danny, but Flesher is tight-lipped about who Toxx's opponent will be! After last week's mystery man turned out to be a genuine superstar, El Luchadore Magnifico, speculation has run rampant about who this week's QMM will be! Only one way to find out, folks! Rules: Standard Singles Match -=-=-=- Acropolis Now - SWF Hardcore Championship Match Zyon © vs. JJ Johnson vs. Mak Francis --> At 13th Hour, Zyon took home his first taste of SWF Gold, in what many considered to be an upset. Now let's see if he can defend it. JJ Johnson returned on Storm, taking down Insane Luchadore in the Vatican City House Rules match and earning himself a shot at the SWF Hardcore Championship. And Mak? Well, he's still a bit touchy after his hard-fought loss to Danny Williams, and he's just looking to make someone hurt. A little history... The Acropolis - a treasure trove of temples, shrines, and other things made out of rock. One of those temples is the Erechtheion. At this very spot, way way back in the day, two Gods had a contest to see who would become the patron diety of Athens. Poseidon, God of the Sea, struck the rocks and a salt water spring burst forth. Athena, Goddess of Wisdom (and like eighteen other things), conjured up an Olive tree out of thin air. The citizens declared Athena the winner of this epic battle, and awarded her the city of Athens. Poseidon got some crummy little fishing town on the coast. Now, a couple thousand years later, another epic showdown will take place, as we determine who the patron wrestler of Athens will be! And, just for kicks, we scheduled a Senior Citizens tour group to visit the Acropolis at the time the match is scheduled. Rules: The competitors will begin at the foot of the Acropolis hill. Somewhere on the Acropolis - maybe out in the open, maybe in a temple, maybe in a shrine - is hidden a small Olive tree. The object of the match is to find this tree and plant it at the Erechtheion. The tree must be IN THE GROUND before a winner is declared. No disqualifications - anything goes. And most of all - have fun! The winner not only becomes (or stays) The SWF Hardcore Champion, but he will also be named the Patron Wrestler of Athens! -=-=-=- Olympic Wrestling Exhibition (Non-Title) "The Dean of Professional Wrestling" Jay Hawke © vs. Arch Griffon --> Considering that Lockdown is coming from an Olympic Arena, we just couldn't pass up the chance to throw two guys with technical backgrounds in a real wrestling match. But which two? Jay Hawke and Arch Griffon. Bad blood between these two, let me tell you. Or better yet, read it for yourself. Needless to say, animosity still exists here, and isn't likely to go away any time soon. Griffon's probably still sore about how his match at 13th Hour ended - tonight he's got the chance to even the score. Rules: The rules have been slightly simplified (translation: I couldn't make any sense of them, so I asked other people). Three 3-Minute Rounds - Whoever has accumulated the most points over all three rounds wins. Strikes of any kind are strictly prohibited. First offense is a five-point penalty. Second offense is a 10 point penalty. Third offense is instant disqualification. Point Values From the feet: Takedown = 1 point. Takedown from feet to back = 3 points Suplex from feet to stomach, side, etc. = 3 points Suplex from feet to back = 5 points On the mat: Near-fall (any back exposure) = 2 points Suplex started off the mat (eg a German where you lift the guy from his stomach) = +1 point bonus for the lift. Any questions, ask Tom. -=-=-=- Manson vs. Austin Sly --> The last time these two met one on one, the ending involved a chair and Manson's head. Sly's been off the active roster for a while, but he'll be on Lockdown, and he'll be in for one hell of a fight! I hope he doesn't think he can rely on the ole' chair trick tonight - it's no holds barred! Rules: HARDCORE! No DQ, no count-out, falls count anywhere!

“Ladies and gentlemen, please rise for the National Anthem.” Funyon takes his place in the center of the ring and begins to sing. I solve my problems and I see the light We gotta plug and think, we gotta feed it right There ain't no danger we can go too far We start believing now that we can be who we are Greece is the word They think our love is just a growing pain Why don't they understand? It's just a crying shame. Their lips are lying, only real is real We start to find right now we got to be what we feel Greece is the word It's got groove, it's got meaning Greece is the time, is the place, is the motion Greece is the way we are feeling We take the pressure and we throw away Conventionality belongs to yesterday There is a chance that we can make it so far We start believing now that we can be who we are Greece is the word It's got groove it's got meaning Greece is the time, is the place, is the motion Greece is the way we are feeling This is a life of illusion Wrapped up in trouble laced with confusion What are we doing here? We take the pressure and we throw away Conventionality belongs to yesterday There is a chance that we can make it so far We start believing now that we can be who we are Greece is the word (the word that you heard) It's got groove, it's got meaning Greece is the time, is the place is the motion Greece is the way we are feeling Greece is the word (is the word that you heard) It's got groove it's got meaning Greece is the time, is the place, is the motion Greece is the way we are feeling Greece is the word Is the word Is the word Is the word Is the word Is the word Is the word Is the word Is the word Is the word Is the word. The crowd applauds, breaking into a “HELLAS! HELLAS!” chant as Funyon nods, smiling. As the crowd’s patriotic furor comes to a head, the SWF Lockdown opening montage fades in.

Can I at least get a shoutout? And can someone tape it and vidcap it for those of us who lack cable?

I thought Rane shrank. Could be wrong, though.

It's like Rane, only in reverse.

Guys, it's really bad form to be cretinous in front of the nooblet. In the future, should we have problems with the noobs, we will confine our mocking of them to behind their backs, just as was done to us and just as we always have done to them. [Note: Yes, it was done to you. I don't care who you are.]

Hello, my name is Jimmy Pop and I'm a dumb white guy.

lol... "Boring even as a banner!"

Yes, but she's a lesbian.

I'll give him Allison Onita in a Burka.

... you know, I'm going to allow this, although Chuck Woolery will likely overturn me on appeal.

EVERYONE: Please post your stats here and on the SWF website, accessible here. If there are any problems accessing the website, please contact Johnny Dangerous. As an example and excuse to glory-bask, I'll repost my active-wrestler stats here, as well as a pair of stat-sets of... general usefulness. === UPDATED 6/20/05: For the new Stats thread Smarks Board Name: Ace309 Wrestlers Name: "The Superior One" Tom Flesher Height: 5'10" Weight: 231 pounds (now within easy sauna distance of the Cruiswerweight limit) Hometown: Buffalo, New York Age: 23 Face/Heel: Rudo, dick, bastard heel, whatever you want to call the guy who’ll step on your neck, count along with the ref and then still deny it. Ring Escort: Allison Onita Weapon(s): Not really the type to use weapons; probably nothing beyond a chair or a table, and even those only if the match requires it. Looks: Flesher is fairly stocky, a fireplug with broad shoulders, a barrel chest and an 18-inch neck. He wears his short brown hair combed forward and spiked in the front, nearly shaved on the sides with narrow reddish sideburns that go straight to the earlobe and hook down to about halfway down the jaw. Typical Irish/German - light brown hair, light blue eyes, average-to-fair skin. When wrestling, he wears black Doc Marten combat boots (a throwback to his old look, and he's become accustomed to wrestling in them) and a blue singlet with black trim at the edges and black swipes down the sides. He wears a blue warmup suit with black shoulder rings to the ring. Out of the ring, think GQ – stylish, erring toward conservative, but certainly not buttoned-up. Ring Entrance: “Kashmir” by Led Zeppelin. If you must, copypaste and edit from a recent card. Stats: Strength: 5 - He's a lightweight, but he can still hoist most guys around, being a suplex machine and all. Speed: 2 - His speed is more a result of his conditioning training than anything else, but he's fast enough to hit a high-impact finisher out of nowhere (the Ego Buster, for example). He also threw out a slingshot senton suicida against Dace Night on pay-per-view, but that really took the starch out of him. Vitality: 8 - Very good stamina, and hard to pin. Nearly never submits, and bleeds like a stuck pig given the opportunity. Charisma: 5 - He’s still great at working the crowd. Even if they don’t know it, they’re always doing exactly what he wants them to. Style: Technically skilled, with superb matwork and submission skills. Flesher tends to work slow at the beginning of a match, attempting submissions to fatigue his opponent, and slowly work up to high-impact suplexes and bigger submission holds. (He's like a New Japan junior who makes sense!) The standard strategy is to work his opponent's neck to keep him on the mat and fatigue him for either the Ego Buster or the Superior Stretch Beta. Against a much larger opponent, he'll concentrate on taking his opponent's legs out from under him and proceed to shoot for the Superior Stretch. Demonstrating his superiority by skill, rather than strictly by win-loss record, Flesher has forced himself to move more slowly in the early parts of the match. Without worrying about pleasing the fans and instead considering every match to be an athletic contest, he works for low risk and high percentages. Once he senses an opening, he’ll focus on that, relentlessly attacking it and going for submissions and falls until something works. Against a luchadore or a generic high-flyer, Flesher will take “low risk, high percentage” to whole new levels and simply try to ground the opponent with submissions and pretzel locks until such time that suplexes and bombs are appropriately low-risk. It occurs to him that the fans might not like this, but sometimes winning the match is more important than being entertaining. BREAKING KAYFABE: Do whatever the fuck you want with Flesher. If you want him to use a move that’s not in his stats, go ahead and do it. All I ask is that you use the stats as a guide and respect the no-punching thing, as the only time Flesher threw a punch was against Ejiro Fasaki when he was desperate not to give up the last fall and lose the World Title. Signature moves: Any of these can finish a match if properly built, though they're not 'finisher strength' per se. - Logical Disconnect (Exploder '98 - A sheer-drop pumphandle exploder) - Death Valley Driver - Backdrop driver (High-angle belly-to-back suplex) - Superior Stretch (Texas Cloverleaf) - Yakuza kick - Straitjacket suplex (Practically a sure pin if he can get it locked up, but without many lasting consequences. It's essentially a pinning combination, not a knockout blow.) - Fisherman's suplex - Superiority Complex (Lift the opponent into a stalling vertical suplex, then turn him chest-to-chest and sit out, slamming him onto his back with his legs pointing away. Cradle the legs for the fall.) Common moves: - Brainbuster - Railgun Suplex (Overhead belly-to-belly - usually catches someone running the ropes, but can initiate it from a standing position against someone about 240 or under) - German suplex (bridging or released) - Front headlock (aka front facelock.) -- From the front headlock, Flesher can do several things. He can use it as a choke, sprawl backward and throw knees at the opponent's head, apply a hammerlock and wait it out, or use the amateur-style cement series. For the sake of these explanations, assume the head is under Flesher's right arm. -- Cement Drop (Wrench the chin to the right side, hook the arm and drive forward, pushing the opponent onto his BUTT. Step with one foot on each side of his hips and continue driving forward into a Thesz press pin, keeping the chin wrench. The simplest way to finish, but also the hardest to hit against anyone who knows what he's doing.) -- Cement Mixer (Floatover front facelock suplex, ending with the same chin wrench-Thesz press pin as above.) -- Cement Job (From the front headlock, wrench the chin and underhook the opponent's arm with the left arm. Punch the left hand through and over the shoulder, driving the opponent to his back for the pin and keeping the chin wrench. See a movie of this here.) -- Flying Cement Job (Underhook the arm as for the Cement Job. Kick the left leg under the opponent's chest and pull him over it, using the same basic motion as a side headlock takeover. The hold finishes the same way as a Cement Job, but has the added benefit of knocking the wind out of the opponent.) -- Wet Cement (Bodyscissors front headlock – usually applied to a sitting opponent, throw on the headlock and then wrap the legs around the opponent’s middle from the front a la Jamie Noble. So named by Dace Night because getting caught in it is like getting stuck in wet cement – you just can’t get out.) - Stalling front suplex (Lifts the opponent up and then throws them face-down onto the mat; can also be done across the top rope) - Camel Clutch or Gedo clutch - Abdominal stretch, occasionally with the elbow stuck in the opponent’s ribs. - Body scissors, alone or with a full nelson, sleeper or just about any other move that fits the story of the match. - Doc Marten boot-related offense (Yakuza kick, double stomp, corner boot scrape to the face, kick to the knee, dropkick to the knee, enzuigiri) - Amateur-style techniques (http://www.themat.com/articles/showfaq.asp?fldAuto=5 has some excellent anigifs) -- … including the blast double leg, which functions as a spear -- … or the By The Numbers pin, which involves applying a hammerlock to the left arm of a face-down opponent, coming out to the front, threading your arm under the elbow of his right arm and forcing him onto his back with both arms controlled. - Elbowdrop into the knee (a la Greg Valentine) - Shotei/Palm blow (doesn't punch - only uses palms or backhands) - Bitchslap, bitchslap, bitchslap... just in case you didn't know he's better than you. Rare moves: - Burning Hammer (Torture rack into head drop. It’s almost guaranteed to end the match, but it’s hard to set up.) - Held Without Bail (Judge William Hearford’s Stretch Plum, which Tom used during his tenure in the M7 and face turn. He got accustomed to using it, and will now fall back on it when he needs to.) - The Boilermaker (Avalanche-style [off the top rope] brainbuster. Obviously limited by size. Set up with an Irish whip followed by either an avalanche or a running palm strike, then setting the opponent on the top rope and hitting a 'Venus' [leaping and spinning] palm strike.) Counter this with an Orange Crush Bomb and you win (see losses to TNT [ladder match, US Title] and Ejiro Fasaki [sWF Xmas PPV 2003, World Title]). Finishers: - Ego Buster (Sheer drop gutwrench suplex. For reference, see Fire Pro Wrestling Advance, 'Alevin's Lift'.) - Ego Trip (Calf Branding - generally set up by an Irish whip and a running shotei, Flesher sits on the top rope behind the opponent, plants a knee in the back of his neck and jumps off, driving the face into the mat. Mainly for heavyweight opponents. Did this once to Dace Night on a chair.) - Superior Stretch Beta (Back-mounted dragon sleeper) ACCOMPLISHMENTS: - Two-time SWF World Heavyweight Champion (95 days, over the Boston Strangler; lost to Ejiro Fasaki; five successful defenses [record tied again]; 89 days, over Taylor Nicholas Thompson; lost to Thoth; five successful defenses [record for most successful defenses, tied with Edwin MacPhisto]) - Former Tag Team Champion (With Frost, 101 days, over Mak Francis and Ced Ordonez for the vacant titles; lost to Justice & Rule) - Former ICTV Champion (63 days, over Perfect Bo at Genesis III; lost to Orochi) - Former Light Heavyweight Champion (68 days, over El Luchadore Magnifico; lost to Annie Eclectic) - 3-time US Champion [Record for most US Title Reigns, tied with Jay Dawg] (17 days [over Annie Eclectic and Xero for a vacant title; lost to Chris Raynor], 38 days [over Chris Raynor and Jay Dawg; lost to "TNT" Taylor Nicholas Thompson], 35 days [Over TNT; lost to Tod deKindes]) - 2001-2002 SWF Best US Champion - 2001-2002 SWF Most Promising Bumpee - 2002-2003 SWF Wrestler of the Year (Jayson Grant Memorial Trophy) - 2002-2003 SWF Heel of the Year (Ace of Clubs Trophy) - 2002-2003 SWF Best World Champion (HVille Thugg & Edwin MacPhisto Cup of Champions) - Participant, 2002-2003 SWF Feud of the Year (against Frost; blown off in Window Pain 2k3) - Leader, 2002-2003 SWF Stable of the Year (the now-defunct Magnificent Seven) SJL: Final record of 13-4 (12-3 singles) - 2-Time World Champion (10 days [over Z and "Deathwish" Danny Williams in a two-fall, two title match for the vacant World Title and Z's European Title; lost to Ash Ketchum], 7 days [over Ash Ketchum; lost to Ash Ketchum in a three-way cage match also involving Frost, Tom's last SJL match]) - European Champion (25 days [over Mike Van Siclen; lost to Z in a Fatal Four Way also involving "Deathwish" Danny Williams and Ced Ordonez]) === Manager Name: Allison Onita Age: 23 Status: Heel Height: 5' 6" Weight: 155 lbs. (less muscular than her sister, thanks to an extended period out of the ring) Weapon: Anything that comes to mind. She wrestled a hardcore style and is proficient with the Singapore cane or kendo stick, but can use just about anything. Looks: For now, Allison’s hair is a short bob reminiscent of Ann’s. She’ll wear something fashion-forward that matches Flesher’s wardrobe (which is almost invariably some shade of blue). Notes: Allison has, shall we say, flipped for Tom Flesher, much to her sister Ann’s chagrin. Flesher won her managerial services in a ladder match at Battleground, and though they haven’t come out and said so, it’s pretty obvious what’s going on in the locker room, although much of that, like her tenure in the Clan, is likely due to her inability to say no to a strong, charismatic personality like Flesher’s. She’s cocky, fired up and involved. She’ll be screaming at the referee, coaching Flesher and showing more emotion than your average corner. How much of this is just managerial fire and how much is her affinity Flesher, you can’t say exactly. Allison did an SWF stint as Lady Red, filling in for her sister during her time in the Clan. She didn’t do well in the ring, compiling a long losing streak despite success in the SJL. However, she is certainly able to hold her own for brief periods, and has practical training in judo. Stats: - Think of Allison as a less-ring-wary version of Ann Onita. She’s not as strong and can’t take as much damage, but she’s seen as a total witch for betraying her twin sister and so the crowd could absolutely kill her. Strength: 3 Speed: 5 Vitality: 5 Charisma: 7 Consider Allison able to do: - Drop Kiss (Dropkick to the mouth) - Superkick (Stepping Side Savate kick, more fast than hard, not finisher material) - Knee Strike to the Face (Usually by holding the back of the head and jumping up to make the attack) - Moonsault - Hard, hard kicks - Some minor judo throwing, depending on size and keeping in mind that judo is about leverage. She’ll be able to score ippon throws easily on Ann or Alan Clark, but not Charlie Matthews. These should be treated as finisher-strength: - Daybreak Pedigree - Crossface Chickenwing Clutch [or "Triple C"] – Crossface chickenwing in camel clutch position. === Wrestlers Name: Martin "Big Country" Hunt Height: 6 foot 2 inches Weight: 220 lbs Hometown: Boone, NC Age: 22 Face/Heel: Heel--> can be a face though Stable: N/A Ring Escort: None.. as of yet Weapon(s): Carries a wooden baseball bat often.. sometimes carries a bottle of Southern Comfort Quote: "WHO-HA" "The South Shall Rise Again" "I have drank liquor stronger than you" "I am the Box King" Looks: Martin Hunt is your typical college student. He is tall and fairly built-- reasonably sized and has somewhat of muscle definition. He has very long arms that provide him with an extensive reach on most opponents and has the looks of a farm boy. He is often sporting collared polo shirts with khakis and boots or a pair of faded overalls. He has short curly hair and a touch of craziness is seen within his brown eyes. Martin is also very cocky, southern-acting, and is of course a fraternity brother-- which only furthers his cockiness and attitude. His ring attire consists of worn fraternity shirts sporting the letters of Pi Kappa Phi and a pair of blue jeans and boots. Ring Entrance: "A Country Boy Can Survive" plays by Hank Williams Jr as Martin "Big Country" Hunt struts out to the ring proudly wearing his fraternity's letters, blue jeans, and boots that look fresh for kicking ass. He smirks at the crowd and mocks various fans in attendance before entering the ring. Stats: ¯¯¯¯¯ Strength: 6 Speed: 4 Vitality: 6 Charisma: 4 Style: Power-Techinal Based Signature moves: DDT power slam Baseball bat shots spitting liquor in eyes of opponent choking opponents with beer bongs "100 Proof" Knee to forehead like HHH's "Donkey Punch" Big splash off topes like Val Venis' Money Shot suspended suplex Common moves: Neck breakers power press slam Choke Hold Multiple Punches in the corner scissor kick clothesline power slam body to body suplex headlock with multiple punches drop kick body-stretch submission like move leg locks arm bars.. Rare moves: "Pi Kapp Attack" Flying Moonsault off top ropes Finishers: 1) (Submission Based) "Black-Out"-- Vicious sleeper-hold that is normally held way to long and refs have to push Martin off of his opponent 2) (Power Based) "Sweet Southern Comfort" -- Reverse DDT similar to Raven's Evenflow Notes: Martin "Big Country" Hunt will do anything to win a fight, from a cheap shot, to outside interference to even spitting liquor in his opponent's eye he just doesn't care. He seems to only show his pain and hurt in extreme cases and has a mild case of "Mankind"'s masochist characteristics. He is extremely dedicated, hard-working and cocky. His attitude often offends others and he is normally found "hard to control". Martin comes across as the average fraternity guy that is showing you how cocky he is and how cocky he will be on his quest for the gold. Bio: Martin "Big Country" Hunt has been around in a few e-feds back in his early teenage years (17-19 years old). He wrestled extremely hardcore and was often arrested for violent conduct and public drunkeness. He left the wrestling scene where he was struggling to make a living and pursued a college career in the mountains. Even though he held numerous world titles, american titles, u.s. titles, hardcore titles, intercontinental titles, and even a tag team title-- Martin seemed to only be content with making money and winning more gold. His greed led to his departure of "EHW" (Extreme Hardcore Wrestling) after he got inducted into their hall of fame and he ventured into Appalachian State University to try out his business side of academics. While in college, Martin grew extremely cocky and joined Pi Kappa Phi Fraternity where he lead as a feared president and helped develop a name for himself among the campus. In his senior year, Martin began missing wrestling so he ventured into the SWF. === Wrestler's Name: Ced Ordonez Nickname: "Bemani Cross Wizard" Height: 5'9" Weight: 209 lbs. Hometown: Sacramento, CA Age: 22 Alignment: Face (In both referee and wrestler incarnations) Stable: N/A Weapon(s): Whatever becomes available, but only if it's match legal. Quote: N/A Looks: Decent muscular build, tanned skin and spiky black hair with brunette highlights. Ring Attire: Kicking it old school. Blue MMA tights with white lightning design on the right side, blue kneepads, white boots and white tape around the wrists. Entrance/Backstage Attire: Just add a t-shirt for backstage skits and there you go. The standard SWF issued referee's uniform for refereeing matches naturally. Entrance Theme: "Night of Fire" - Niko (High energy Eurobeat theme) Ring Entrance: "Night of Fire!" The lights go out as the beat of the Niko composed theme begins to excite the crowd. Then.... "FIRE!" *BOOM!* Pillars of flames briefly light up the entrance before disappearing and revealing Ced Ordonez standing on the stage. He fires up the crowd as best as he can before jogging towards the ring. He slides in and promptly makes his way to the far turnbuckle, giving the crowd an obligatory face pose. He hops down and gets in some quick leg stretches before the bell. Stats: Strength: 4 Speed: 6 Vitality: 6 Charisma: 4 Game plan: Incorporates alot of legwork in the early going to set up the aerial game and possible submission in the latter stages of the match. Signature moves: - Dragon Screw Legwhip - Regal Roll: Forward Roll from a Fireman's Carry. - Powerdrive Elbow: Ced bounces off the ropes once then drops a hard elbow. He usually gets overzealous and winds up landing on his opponent with his entire torso, making the blow even more uncomfortable for his opponent. - Double Stomp: With the opponent lying on the mat, Ced jumps up and drills both feet into his opponent's stomach. - REF BUMP~! - Ced picks a random high flying move and does it onto somebody from the apron to the floor. He's done it while refereeing a match, so it's always something to be wary of. Common moves: - Roundhouse Kick - Senton Splash - Drop Toehold - Cross Kneelock - Second Rope Elbowdrop - Flying Leg Scissors - Top Rope Missile Dropkick - Running High Kick - Kneebreaker - Jumping Double Knee Drop - Cross Bodyblock - Huracanrana - Jumping Back Elbow - Enzuigiri - Dropkick to the Knee Finishers: - Fire Soul: Top Rope Corkscrew Swanton Bomb. Primary finisher. With the opponent lying on the mat. Ced perches himself on to the top turnbuckle, facing the crowd, then pushes off while twisting. He rotates in midair and hits his opponent with a swanton. - Cross Lightning: Nagata Lock/Reverse Figure-Four Leglock. Submission finisher. - Dynamite Rave: Fallaway Moonsault. Cruiserweight finisher. With his opponent crotched on the top turnbuckle, Ced hops onto the second rope and hoists his opponent into a fallaway slam position. He steps up to the top rope and then he does a moonsault while still holding onto his opponent. The opponent slams onto the mat hard as Ced simultaneously lands on top of the opponent, allowing Ced to get the easy pinfall.

On the bright side, he knows who the Champion is. That puts him two steps ahead of Tokyo X.

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