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4,034...yeah I started late

The Main Event - SWF World Heavyweight Championship Match El Luchadore Magnifico © vs. "Urban Legend" Todd Cortez ELM. I don't mind the Todd Cortez character, and it would be cool if he won, but I totally dig ELM as the World Champion. He is SWF's current franchise player. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Loser Leaves the Fed I Quit Match Wild vs. Dangerous I'm feeling an angle win for Wildchild who will then go on to challenge the winner of the main event after the CFC winner gets his shot. Dangerous is either done or bringing in a new character. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Cold Front Classic Finals: 2/3 Falls JJ Johnson © vs. TORU Takahara © I hope Johnson. He's really turned it up, and filled in all the missing holes (beating me, performing a winning streak after having a slight losing streak, part of CI) However, Toxxic is a great writer even, and I enjoy his particular type of writing (Can you notice I borrowed this style a bit?). I say Toxxic if he wants the world title, but I'd be happy for JJ to pull it out as well. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- SWF International Championship Match Jay Hawke © vs. Wes Davenport Jay Hawke. That's just what I believe. Muzz is a former world champ, but I think Jay Hawke can beat him. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Landon Maddix vs. "The Icon" Max King Landon with help of his recent wrestling knowledge. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- SWF Ultraviolent Championship Match - Dog Collar Chain Match Bruce Blank © vs. "The Divine Wind" Akira Kaibatsu Blank wins a high profile Ultraviolent championship match. This has been a fun angle, so kudos to both Blank and Akira. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hollywood Spike Jenkins vs. Zyon Considering my plans for Lockdown, this could be big for me. But knowing what I know, this is just as big for Spike. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Opening Boout Kevin Coyote vs. Ced Ordonez Coyote. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- BONUS ATTRACTION! SWF FROST David Blazenwing vs David Blazenwing Chuck Norris. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Yeah a promo show would be cool. I know exactly what I would promo about.

At Justice's request. Me and Akira have totally different writing styles, so I can see how that match may have not mashed well. Critiques are appreciated. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Storm shoots out of the gate with a conventional scan of the Savvis Center showing many on their feet shouting. The St. Louis crowd continues to cheer knowing that tonight they’ll see plenty from the Cold Front Classic, along with plenty of blood. But right now the crowd settles realizing that the first match will be a haunting tag team TABLE match. The lights in the Savvis center dim as Crusher Destroyer by Mastodon hits. The lights change from there formerly dark state, to various blues and greens and reds, and this informs the hyper crowd that the Raging Bull has arrived! “And what a way to open up Storm” Pete opens the show with his generic schilling. “Table match! Where else but SWF Storm?” King helps Pete put over the show After a moment of intense buildup; Manson emerges from behind the dark curtain leading the fans to immediately shout obscenities toward the hated Manson. Slightly annoyed Manson decides to frighten those in the front row with one of his menacing stares before rolling into the ring. “Last week Manson came up short in a triple threat match with Zyon and Candace. Tonight he finds himself in a match more toward his style.” Pete announces. Crusher Destroyer is soon replaced by the southern tune of Lynyrd Skynyrd’s “Don’t ask me no more questions” hits. Once again the fans are happy to jeer another SWF competitor. After a moment, the Hard…the Ultraviolet champion makes his way in front of a disgusted Savvis Center. Flaunting his muscles and dirty body, the proud hillbilly struts down the ring showing of his prize possession that forms perfectly around his waist. The redneck stares a particular fan down before reaching for a fan’s beverage. Luckily the fan pulls away at the last second… So Bruce hocks the MOTHER OF ALL LUGIES and showers the front row with his saliva. “That will teach them Bruce.” The gambling man approves. “Does this man have any morals? Lately he has done anything and everything to torment Akira Kaibatsu, and even took the time to poke fun at the entire lightweight culture.” Pete obviously disapproves. Bruce enters the ring showing off both his title, and his prized chain… “… Blank’s still carrying that chain,” Pete says. Blank struts forward to talk with his partner for the match, hanging his chain over the turnbuckle. Bruce shakes out his arms, and rolls his neck, as he and Manson discuss strategy. The camera turns it’s attention over to the SmarkTron, where words fly across the screen. “I’m Born” “I’m Alive” “I Breathe” Incubus’s Vitamin kicks in over the PA System as the crowd immediately screams at the top of their lungs. The deep chanting from the male audience echoes, as does the female shilling. Before the arena blows it’s top, Zyon strides through the curtain saluting the crazy St. Louis arena. “YEAHHHHHH!” The crowd cheers as Zyon runs down to the ring, avoiding the dangerous tables on the outside. Reaching the ring apron Zyon flips over the ropes- A little something for the fans. You stare at me like I'm a vitamin. On the surface you hate, but you know you need me. I'll come dressed as any pill you deem fit. Whatever helps you swallow truth all the more easily. Zyon does some classic rock star head banging, but before long the theme is cut short! “Zyon made his return two weeks ago, and picked up his first win since coming back last week. This week he finds himself in a tag match with his partner being the man with no music.” Pete explains. “No music? Wow that is just lame….” King is a jerk. Silence gravitates around the arena before Zyon’s partner, Akira Kaibatsu, walks down the ramp with none of the glitz and glamour. “YEAHHH!” But the foreign star gets the glamour anyway. Akira and his manager Mr. Kobe saunter down the ramp, meeting with Zyon when they get in the ring. Both teams continue discussion while the referee gets everything set up to begin the match. The always excellent Funyon grabs a microphone. “To my right, from Dirty Tornado Trailer Park by way of Mobile Alabama . . . BRUUCE ……… BLAAAAANK!” Funyon booms. “…And his tag team partner, fighting out of Denver Colorado . . . He is the Raging Bull . . . MAAANNNNSOOOOOOOOONN!” Funyon finishes the team. “And to my left, weighing in at 195 pounds, from Sendai Japan . . . The Divine Wind . . . AKIRAAAAA KAIIIBAAATSUUUUUUU” Funyon loves to do the Japanese names. It adds flavor to his job. “And from Indiana . . . THE UNIQUE YOUTH . . . ZYYYYYYYYYYYYYYONNN” Funyon tries to make the best, of a rather short name, exaggerating the y’s. The four men stare each other down before the bell rings… Ding… Ding… DING!!! But when it does, the 4 start brawling immediately. Akira and Blank obviously go after each other since Akira hates the redneck devil for everything he has done including getting his nemesis to choke him. And Bruce….well he just loves a good fight. “And they’re off!” Pete shouts, opening up Storm. “Pfft. You knew Blank and Akira were going right for each other.” Zyon and Manson trade blows. Not as much hatred between this one, but Zyon did infact beat Manson last Smarkdown. Zyon hits a forearm, and Manson answers it with an elbow. Zyon goes for another forearm, and Manson ducks it. The Raging Bull clubs the youth on his sore neck before turning his attention over to Akira and SWF’s resident redneck. Over on the other side of the ring Akira is blasting Bruce Blank with a fury of European uppercuts until Manson steps in. So Akira decides to blast Manson a few times until the numbers begin to get the best of the Divine Wind. “Manson and Blank are just overpowering the puroresu” King says. Zyon is soon back to his feet, and jumps in the pile, with a running dropkick that sends 3 men, including his partner to the ground! Akira took the least amount of damage though, and is quickly up. Zyon makes a motion to him to go outside. Akira understands, and the both of them go out on the floor to collect tables. Akira and Zyon pull out the wood, and shove them under the bottom rope, while Blank and Manson simultaneously get up, so they don’t have time to set up any tables. Blank heads over to Zyon, and clubs him over the neck. Bruce then puts Zyon in a front face lock. Zyon struggles, but the hillbilly behemoth is too strong for Zyon who tastes a vertical suplex from the reigning Ultraviolet champion. “Woah, first actual wrestling move of the match.” Pete points out. “And my man Bruce Blanks is the one who lowers the boom!” Manson jumps right on Akira as he gets in the ring, kicking him. Akira gets up to his knees from the kick, on all fours. Manson wraps his arms around Akira’s waist from the ground, and hurls Akira backwards, for a German suplex! “There’s an odd German!” King compliments. Manson and Blank both see their opponents on the ground, and decide to switch. Blank focuses on his Future PPV opponent, and Manson turns to the man that beat him last week. Blank lifts Akira, and begins to throw forearms—the running theme of the match—at Akira. Akira tries to fight back, throwing an elbow at Blank, but there’s no out-brawling Bruce Blank. Blank throws more forearms, and whips Akira into the turnbuckle. Kaibatsu bounces back and . . . THWAAAM “Blank plants Akira with a powerslam!” Pete calls. “Bruce really puts some “mustard” behind that one eh?” King responds. Manson tries to out brawl Zyon, much like Blank did to Akira, but Zyon is much better at fighting back. Manson tries to throw a hook with his left hand, but Zyon manages to duck, and throw kicks at the shin, and legs. Manson tries to throw more punches, but Zyon’s agility helps him avoid them, as he kicks at the lower half of Manson. Zyon hits a toe kick to the gut, and finishes the spot with a arm drag, sending Manson flying! “Zyon remains elusive as always!” Pete sells. Zyon turns around, as does Blank, and they see each other, and go after one another. Zyon seems to outsmart Blank though, hitting Zyon’s signature “Snap”, as opposed to Blank’s expected strike battle. This sends Blank flying back a few feet, and the crowd pops big for the kip up. “YEAHHHHHHHH!!!!” About this time, Akira gets up, along with Manson. Akira focuses on Manson, and begins to throw knife edged chops his way. Akira then backs out, and gives Manson a swinging chop. WHOOOOO!!! Akira makes the “shhhhh” noise, putting his finger in front of his mouth. He spits in his hands, and rubs. He takes a huge swing . . . but then hits Manson’s chest with little to no force. “What the hell was that?” King Complains. “Uhhh . . . I honestly don’t know” Manson is just as confused as everyone else, but he realizes it’s his turn to go in the Chop Battle, and he wants to pack extra punch in this chop after that mocking. So he takes a Giant backswing . . . which gives Akira time to duck under his hand, and hits a German Suplex! “Mind games!” Pete cries. “Not exactly something the young Akira is known for. Glad to see he knows what’s going on in that ring, though. Can’t rely on Kobe for everything.” “Why, Akira hardly ever relies on Mr. Kobe. We haven’t seen him turn to his manager in a while.” “He did it last week Pete.” King deadpans Zyon goes over to the table, and sets it up in the corner. While this happens Akira goes over to Blank, whom he lifts by the hair, and whips him into the corner with the table . . . But Blank pivots his feet so they come to a screeching halt, to avoid going through the table. Zyon tries to lariat Blank through, seeing as they are so close to it, but Blank backs away in time, and Zyon didn’t pack enough punch to break the table. Blank ignores Zyon, and turns once again to the man he’ll be facing in a Dog Collar match, Akira. Kaibatsu runs at Blank impatiently, and hits a roaring elbow. This would be enough to send Bruce on his ass, but Akira catches him before then, and Irish Whips him into the ropes (It’s about this time Manson gets up from the German Suplex). Blank bounces back, and Akira foolishly tries for a Belly to Belly Suplex, but he obviously can’t lift him. Blank takes control here, and Irish Whips Akira. Akira bounces back, and . . . BUUUUUMPP “A HUGE Boot from Bruce Blank!” King watches Bruce imprint Akira’s face with his boot’s logo. Manson and Zyon go at it once more, with Manson beginning to take control of the spot, throwing constant elbows. Manson then plants Zyon down with an STO! “What an STO from Manson!” King yells. Bruce Blank goes over to the corner, and gets the table out of there, and sets it up in the middle of the ring. He then lifts Akira, and puts him in a front facelock. “Not looking good for Akira and Zyon here . . .” Pete worries Blank keeps the table in front of him, so he’s not going for a suplex. “Could it be the Blank Bomb through a table?!” King gets excited, over the pain that could be brought to Akira before the match at the PPV. Blank lifts Akira high up into the air, and tries to flips him back down for the Blank Bomb . . . But Akira slips out of his grasp, falling behind him. The fallen Zyon, briefly gets up, and shoves the table out of the ring, saving them from being eliminated, while Manson and Blank have control. Blank picks up Akira, and wants to finish him, so he stuffs him between his legs, and thrusts upwards. “Setting up for a huge power bomb . . .” King gets ready for Akira to hit the mat hard from the power bomb. Blank throws the puroresu down to the canvas, causing it to shake, much like last week with Josh Tupper. “That’s the second straight show Akira has taken a hard powerbomb,” Pete says. “We he has to find himself able to avoid them,” King answers. “He could have serious back problems for a while if he keeps up.” Blank and Manson then hurry back out of the ring, and reach under the ring, pulling out various weapons. Bruce finds a Trashcan lid, and tosses it over the top. Manson sees a Stop sign, so he tosses it into the ring. This happens to a lot of weapons, including a ladder, (only that was slid under, not thrown over the ring) and a steel chair. But Bruce and Manson finally dig through to find a table. They toss it in. “A wide variety of weapons in the ring now” Pete seems curious as to what they might use those for in a tables match, “Well, it’s gonna get ugly now.” Manson takes his table, and sets it up strangely in the corner. Not leaning against a turnbuckle, but to the side, leaning on a rope. Blank is still beating on Akira, now with the trash can lid. Several “doink” type noises come out from Akira’s body, and he shakes with each blow, but not moving otherwise. When the trashcan lid is unable to cause as much damage as Blank would like, he moves on to the stop sign, and he repeats this, as Manson watches, trying to encourage Blank to follow him to the table. After a few shots, Blank finally comprehends Manson, and the throws him over to the corner. Manson punches furiously at the gut of Akira, and Kaibatsu doubles over in pain, as if he had some digestive sickness. Manson shoves Akira down, so he is sitting in the corner, with the side of his head leaning against the table. ”OMG!!!” The crowd excels in sudden excitement as Manson runs across the ropes, bounces off, and . . . KEEEERRRRRUUUUSSSSSSHHHHHHH “Manson just drives Akira through that table with a running facewash…good lord!” Pete declares. “That…was….awesome!!!!” King is all smiles. “Holy Shit!!! The arena goes mad as the Divine Wind starts to have violet convulsions before rolling lifelessly out of the ring. Blank and Manson celebrate as they turn their attention toward Zyon who has gone missing??? Manson though receives a special award for finding the youngster. This gift comes in the wrapping of a spring board flying forearm that smashes into the face of the man he beat last week. SMASH!!! Manson falls to the mat as Zyon springs back to his feet, but immediately has a Singapore Cane swung in his direction from the Ultraviolet champion. Lucky for Zyon, Bruce is not a quiet person, so the youth simply rolled out of the way and waited, before leaping into the air… CRACK!!! “Bruce had that scouted…” Pete whimpers. As Zyon floats into the air Bruce delivers a painful cane shot to the gut of the former hardcore champion. Gasping for air, Zyon rolls around on the mat realizing that he may be without Akira Kaibatsu for quite some time. “Hey would yer get up.” Blanks takes the time to yell at his fallen partner before having his breath extinguished from his body because of a Zyon LOW BLOW! “Hey that’s cheating!” King yells. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME? God you are such a hypocrite.” Pete can’t believe what he just heard. Blank searches for his lower region while making hilarious facial expressions fit for a literal suicide king. Moments later, The Singapore cane drops from the quivering hand of Bruce, which leads to Zyon picking the devastating pole up. “YEAHHHHH!!!” The crowd cheers as the arrogant Unique Youth performs a ninja twirl with the cane before launching it toward the defenseless head of Blank…ONLY TO GET SPEARED BY MANSON!!!! “OOooooooOOOOO!” The crowd echoes as Zyon’s body almost gets chopped in half by the massive spear. The hillbilly lowlife for once in his life may actually be thankful, but would rather forget he needed help and instead proceed to KILL Zyon! Bruce exits weapon filled ring before returning with yet another table while Mr. Kobe continues to try and revive Akira. Bruce sets the table up in the turnbuckle, which seems to be a favorite spot for BRUCEOSITY!!!! Oh yeah I went there. On the opposite corner of the ring Manson is brawling with Zyon who is still reeling from the out of nowhere spear. SMASH! Right hook… CRACK! Elbow to side of the head… SMACK “WHOOOOO!” Painful chop to the chest. “Zyon is taking a beating, and I love it.” King declares. Manson steps away as Zyon swaggers from the turnbuckle before being DECAPITATED by a running clothesline that causes the Unique Youth to perform a three sixty twirl before falling to the mat. Bruce begins to lift Zyon by the hair off the mat, but Manson the Stampede steps in front of the Ultraviolet champion. Bruce slowly retreats, but not out of fear. The trailerpark living redneck has no honor or morals, but he knows that Manson is the one to destroy Zyon. Bruce though does grab the table for the turnbuckle and places it in the center of the ring for a possible “Mansonality.” Manson immediately lifts Zyon from the mat and EATS A EUROPEAN UPPERCUT!!! The Unique Youth fires off lefts and rights toward his adversary while Bruce Blank watches on, waiting for the time to strike. And that time is now. Blank sneaks up behind the energetic youngster before simply clubbing the youth in the back of the neck. CRACK!! Zyon takes the blow with class as he fires right back with an elbow to the Ultraviolet Bruce Blank! Dazed, the trailer park messiah attempts to shake off the cobwebs just in time to notice a body hurling toward him. That body would belong to Zyon who attempts a cross body, and connects! The connection however works out better for Blank that it does for the young cruiserweight. SNAP POWERSLAM!!! “That was quite the power slam.” King recognizes. Angered, The Raging Bull lifts Zyon to his feet and places him in a standing head scissor before lifting the youth in a dangerous power bomb position. Zyon easily recognizes that his body is hovering over the unforgiving wood, but the power slam may have sealed the youth’s fate since Zyon is having a brutal time countering the move. Manson takes a step toward the table as Zyon has given up all hope and is already thinking about what injuries this wreck is sure to cause. BUT WAIT!! Suddenly the Divine Wind slides into the ring and with a daring leap places a weak, but effective shoulder to the gut of Manson…saving Zyon from a match ending collision with the table. The youth falls to the mat back first, as Akira slowly rises to his feet, still feeling the effect of having his face broken through a table. Breathing heavily, Akira understands that he is fighting a losing battle as both Manson and his rival Bruce Blank stare him down. “You’re dead…” Blank mutters as he takes a step toward the Divine Wind… SWISH!!! Akira throws a desperate buzz saw kick toward the head of Bruce, but the hardcore redneck easily ducks out of the way. With Akira off balance and his back turned to his opponents, Manson charges the man who came from Sendai. Licking his lips Manson can only imagine the damage he can do to a defenseless young puru wrestler. The answer…not much. Manson stupidly leaves himself wide open not believing that Akira just delivered a high roundhouse to his face. Clutching his face Manson once again leaves himself over for a standing front dropkick reminiscent to Zyon’s snap dropkick, but the difference is that it’s KENTA STYLE…fools. The impact behind the front dropkick knocks Manson back into the turnbuckle leaving Bruce to drop Akira with a running shoulder tackle…period. “Bruce just dropped Akira with once of the meanest looking shoulder blocks I’ve ever seen.” Pete oversells a simple move. While Blank celebrates his accomplishment, Zyon of all people begins to secretly communicate with Mr. Kobe. Suddenly the manager of Kaibatsu sets a table up on the outside of the ring. The Unique Youth picks himself up to his feet before having to dodge a Bruce Blank lariat. Zyon takes a step back and fires off a super kick that connects…with the hands of Blank. “I gotcha now you little…” CRACK!!! Before Blank can finish, Zyon places his free foot into the back of Blank’s head dropping the Road Warrior influenced wrestler to his knees. Suddenly, Akira comes sprinting forward with chair in hand… CRRRRRACK!!!!! “YEAHHHHHHH!!!” The crowd celebrates as they watch Akira drop Blank with a leaping dropkick into the chair, which crashes into the face of Blank! “Whoa dude….” King hisses. “That was incredible!” Pete shouts. Finally the team of the lightweights has taken control…but only for the moment as Manson charges for out of the turnbuckle, and gets tag team back body dropped over the ropes…AND TO THE FLOOR…dang! Manson the Stampede being the tough bastard he is rises to his feet quickly signaling the cruiserweight duo to sprint off the opposite ropes and fire off a duo baseball slide that places four feet into the face of Manson knocking The Raging Bull lifelessly on the table!!!! “Oh shit, this is not a good place for Manson to be.” King explains the obvious. Mr. Kobe immediately leaves the perimeter as Akira drops down on all fours next to the ropes as Zyon looks out into the cheering crowd. “YEAHHHHHHHEEAAHH!” And that unmistakable sound is all that it takes for Zyon to sprint off the opposite ropes and dash back leaping off of the back of his partner… …Zyon floats through the air gracefully performing no twirls or flips before landing back first on to Manson SENDING THE RAGING BULL THROUGH THE TABLE!!!! CRRRRRASH!!!!! “Holy shit!!!” The crowd chants in unison as Zyon and Manson lay in the heap of the destroyed table. “Oh my god King, Zyon just sacrificed his body to even the score.” Pete celebrates. “Oh my…now if Bruce goes through a table that means Zyon and Akira will win. C’mon guys you have to put Zyon through a table.” King sounds worried. Both Zyon and Manson lie motionless on the outside while Akira being the inexperienced wrestler he is, actually celebrates while Blank can only watch with an expressionless look on his face. Blank begins to chuckle as Akira turns around to meet the man he must face in a dog collar match…a match that Bruce picked himself. Consider this a preview. “Don’t be scared Akira, you can do it.” Pete cheers the other youth on. “Let’s Go Akira!!!” The Savvis Center cheers, as Akira’s body motion is that of slight intimidation. Akira currently has lost all anger that has been built up, all because his time has tied the score up. Surely, the powerful good ole’ boy can change Kaibatsu’s emotion. The redneck extremist charges Akira who rolls away from the stronger Bruce Blank. Hopping back to his feet, Akira strikes Bruce with a sharp kick to his leg. SMACK! Blank clutches his leg, but can only smile knowing that the strikes will only slow him down, but for Akira that’s all he needs. SMACK! The Divine Wind fires off another nasty kick to the leg… SMACK! Again… SMACK! Again… SMACK… Again… CRRRACK!!! And finally a buzz saw kick to the face sends Blank to the mat!!!! “YEAHHH!” The crowd appreciates Akira’s feverish attempt to keep his team competitive. Fatigued and still feeling the effects from having his face obliterated via being smashed through a table, Akira takes a moment to rest. This moment is all that it takes for Bruce to turn zombie and rise from the canvas. No longer intimidated, Akira with the soul of a true warrior fires off ANOTHER kick…. …And Blank catches his opponent’s dangling foot. Grinning from ear to ear, the redneck titan reels the Japanese fish in, and lifts him above his head in a press slam position. No matter how fatigued Blank is he finds the strength to humiliate the cruiserweight division. And this time is no different. “Look at him, he’s benching Akira like he’s nothing.” Pete is astounded. “I would boast here, but the guy can’t way more than your standard writing utensil.” King scoffs. Blank continues to rep Akira who is defenseless in this situation. After the ninth rep Bruce pulls Akira down and launches the cruiserweight HIGH into the air until the sick sound of a belly smack is heard through out the arena!!! Bruce quite pleases with himself notices that a table is still in the ring, and lifts the Divine Wind to his feet… …Only to arrogantly pie face him back down to the mat. The uber heelish Blank exits the ring? “What is he doing?” Pete questions. Pete’s question is soon answered once Blank grabs another random table and pushes it into the ring. Mr. Kobe can only look on in fear for his client and friend, while the menacing heavyweight re-enters the ring. The grin across Blank’s face has faded, and now it is quite apparent that Bruce may not let Akira make it to the PPV. Before Bruce forces his attention toward the table, he first places a stop sign on the mat before pulling Akira to his feet. On spaghetti legs, Akira can only imagine what Bruce wants to do while he finds himself being pulled into a front face… …And then the lights go out. “Oooooooo…” The crowd echoes as Blank drops a DIRRRRTY DDT on his cruiserweight rival spiking Akira’s head into the dreaded stop sign. “And that “ohmygoddon’tkillAkiraBruceyoubastard” Pete is what we true villains like to call an insurance policy. You see with Akira unconscious there is no way he will be able to find away to NOT go through the table.” King brings the heel knowledge. Bruce sets the new table on top of the old, and once again forces Akira back to his feet. “YEAHHHH” ????? The crowd starts to cheer, which immediately gives Blank the impression that he is finally getting through to these rich punks in St. Louis. Wrong. “King look…” Before Pete can finish his sentence the camera along with Blank can visibly acknowledge that Zyon is perched on the top rope with chair in hand…and he subsequently leaps off the turnbuckle bringing the chair with him… CRRRRRACK!!!! “OOOOOOO!” Zyon staggers backward after he BLASTS Blank with a SHOTGUN CHAIRSHOT that immediately busts Blank WIDE OPEN! Some in the crowd are disgusted, while many LOVE it. For Bruce it’s just another day in the mobile home. Blank drops to one knee as Zyon is visibly amazed that the Ultraviolet champ is still conscious. The Unique Youth tosses the chair at Blank who instinctively caught it…uh oh. Zyon bounces off the ropes and DODGED A MANSON SPEAR!!!! “Look Pete Manson’s alive.” King screams. However, Manson also goes shoulder first into the steel ring post! Manson though in an awkward way did do his job as Blank with chair still in hand swings said chair and blasts Zyon in the back! CRRRRRRACK!! “AHHH!” The young Zyon shouts as he drops to both knees. Bloody and beaten, Bruce Blank lifts the chair in the air looking to strike Zyon down with furious vengeance. CCCCRRRRAAAAA…BAM???? Before Blank can finish the cruiserweight off, Akira surprises everyone in the Savvis Center by stopping Blank with a low blow….KENTA STYLE…ok maybe not KENTA style, but still. Blank drops the chair as Akira pushes the top table off the bottom one, which Mr. Kobe sets in the turnbuckle. Referee Nick Soapdish immediately orders the manager out of the ring, and he quickly obliges. Akira quickly grabs Blank in a reverse waist lock and TRIES WITH ALL HIS MIGHT to put Blank through the table with a German suplex, but Blank is too big and Akira is too damn hurt. Blank easily breaks Akira’s grip and turns to wrap his hand around the throat of his nemesis. “Choke Slam, King!!” Well that WAS the idea. Zyon recovers dropping Blank with a chop block on the leg that has been the victim of many Kaibatsu strikes. Blank drops to the mat as Manson emerges from the corner and picks the bloody chair off the ground and SLAMS it into the back of Zyon dropping the youth to the mat instantly! Manson then sets high sights on Akira as he swings it toward the Japanese import… SWISH….CRRRRACK!!! Akira dodges, but Blank is not so lucky. The Ultraviolet champ falls to the mat motionless while Manson feeds on a ROARING ELBOW!! The Raging Bull takes the full front of the dreaded elbow, which knocks him out of the ring!!! Akira with his eyes glazed looks down on a bloody Bruce before lifting the dead weight and slipping him on the table. “YEAHHHH!” The crowd goes insane as nothing can stop Akira now except…Blank of course. Akira heads toward the turnbuckle, but Blank begins to set up. “Is he a robot?” “God I hope not, our last one was obsolete if I may says so.” Akira with one last explosion of RAGE spins 180 degrees and blasts Blanks down with a ROOOOOARING ELBOW…WILLIAMS STYLE…now what. Blank falls back to the table as Akira quickly ascends the turnbuckle and takes a moment to analyze his rival… …Before leaping off with a SENTON BOMB…KILLING BLANK DEAD!!!!! Ding!!! Ding!!!! Ding!!!!! “OHMYGODYEEEEEAAAHH!” The crowd erupts after watching a terrific tables match. “He did it. Akira finally got the best of Blank!” Pete is enjoying himself. “Hmph. Pete you forget they will meet one more time at the PPV. And let me tell you, mark my words. Blank will make Kaibatsu pay.” King is awfully cryptic. No music plays as both Akira and Mr. Kobe can only stare down the evil carcass of Bruce Blank who will indeed live to fight another day. But tonight… “The winners, THE DIVINE WIND AKIRA KAIBATSU, and ZYYYYON!!!” …It’s a good day to be a certain vengeful Japanese cruiserweight. Commercial….KENTA STYLE!

I'll get the match up soon. But I was wondering did Manson write any of the Tag Match that won. I'll have a review of the rest of the show later.

Yep I need a match. And I'll leave the names up to guys.

Wow two shows unbooked, and coming off a lose where I was given a direct title shot...depressing. Actually I'll live, but one more show off and I better see a cult fanbase develope that's sole purpose is to complain about how I'm being "misused." Edit: Actually, I would really liked to be booked since I just came back from my break. So could you guys just make the opener a three way or something?

Ok just to make sure. Are the matchs due 10:00 Pm the 24th or 25th.

Hardcore champion with slightly bad grammar...reminds me of someone. Yeah the show was great. But I think we need more promos. Now this may be because of my own lazyness with the characters, but I see no difference between Akira and Candace, other than that one is male and the other female, and of course the catchy nicknames. Promos from the new comers to build character would be great for yourself and for the results. Of course I know time is a factor and that this is primarly a match writing fed, but.... Anyway still a great show, and congrats to Triple J.

“The doctor will be with you in just a minute.” And with that the boring, middle-aged nurse made her way out the door to leave as a patient stared at the gray wall in front of him. Studying his surroundings the individual noticed that the room he currently sat in is also a room where he once visited before. The difference being that this time, he was conscious. “And so, with the flashbulbs of hundreds of cameras going off around him on all sides, Zyon leaps off the top buckle into the air, jacknifing as he does so and then diving down towards the announce desk where TORU still lies… “FIIIIIIIII-NAAAAAAAAALLLLLLL FLAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHH!!” *KEEERRRRRR-AAAAAASSSSSSHHHHHHHH!!!* “HO-LY SHIT!” “HO-LY SHIT!” “HO-LY SHIT!” As the fans chant and pound for all they’re worth, the nearest camera operator hurries forward to get a close-up of the carnage. There, lying in the wreckage of what was once an announce table, is the non-moving and broken body of a SWF competitor. Just the one.” The youth retreats back to reality, as the memory of breaking himself is quite uncomfortable to say the least. Listening to the unknown voices outside the door, Zyon shuts his eyes…bad idea. “This camera shot shows Zyon leaping off the top buckle, but it also shows that at the last moment, TORU rolled to one side and dropped ungracefully off the announce table. Meaning that when Zyon hit, he hit backfirst straight into the wood and plastic of the desk without taking his intended target with him.” A replay that seemingly froze time once again shot off inside of the youngster, and with little more than a twitch it was gone, but it will be back. The scars only fade; they don’t disappear. Still in slender form the Unique Youth allows his mystical eyes to float up noticing strands of long brown bangs hanging in his vision, and beyond that was a chart of the human body. Connecting the names Zyon could easily figure out that the graph displayed all the bones and muscles of the body, and luckily for the youth not one of his bones have been broken. Just his pride. Young and ready to take on the world the youngster unexpectingly lost the hardcore title to the new comer Marcus Ward. Angry and prepared to prove himself to a crowd of thousands, Zyon battled the champion at the time in a standard match. The outcome was all but a blur to the youngster even though he did pull off the double U. Sure the chair shots and high spots could have been catching up with the Patron Wrestler of Athens, but for once wrestling was not to blame for the loss of that particular memory. Soon after regaining respect from…well himself the cruiserweight found himself in SWF limbo until one night he stepped up and challenged Jay Hawke for the International title. “It’s only a secondary title, what’s the big deal?” One would oh so intelligently spill out of their mouth. However, at the time the World Title was equivalent to the high school whore, in which everyone got a turn. The International title on the other hand was forced into marriage and desperately needed a divorce. And Zyon was the knight in brand spankin new shiny armor. Similar to a fairy tale the story was built up with the ignorant, yet determined youngster going up against the overly arrogant champion. The ending must have been set in stone, the bold youngster would dethrone the savage veteran and all would be rainbow bright. The people would sing the praises and be enthusiastically up in arms. Too bad the people were blind, as was Zyon. “Hawke makes his way to the top turnbuckle, takes a deep breath, and leaps, doing a complete backflip in the air and driving his knee into Zyon’s left shoulder. “OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Pete: “What the hell was that?” Jay Hawke immediately covers, hooking the leg and digging his elbow into the shoulder at the same time: ONE! TWO! THREE!” Once again Zyon lost the big one, but earned the respect of many and may have stole the show during the biggest SWF PPV. That was not enough though, and once again the youth found himself in SWF limbo. Limbo just so happened to go by the name of JJ Johnson. While picking up the pieces of his honor Zyon was met with an unlikely rival. A rival to be quite honest, Zyon was slightly afraid of. During his go around with Jay Hawke, Zyon was the aggressor and as they say, “Dog will hunt.” JJ Johnson though was a totally different type of beast. The man was regaining his voice and even was the cruiserweight champion defeating what some say is the best wrestler in the company. Yet the enforcer was not happy in the slightest. There was no smile There was no laughter Not even a twinkle of “Hey today could be a good day.” There was nothing. Isn’t that a little bit scary. Zyon though was ready to take the challenge head on, and arrogantly figured to staple his name next to another classic…or in a smarks opinion, “overrated pile of shit.” Before snapping back into the real world the youth had one last vision of JJ Johnson throwing himself into the ring post…damaging his back, which set up the next two months of agony followed by the stench of defeat. Opening the door with the slightest bit of strength the man in white showed himself to his patient. The doctor looked to be in his mid forties and had no distinguishing marks about him. Saving lives would be the only thing to get someone so plain attention. Try not to misunderstand though…the man was good at what he did. “Well Zak, I’d say from the X-rays and our most recent visits that your back is almost back to normal.” The doctor speaks. Staring into the nametag Zyon looked up meeting the doc with his eyes. There is one thing about men and women who work under the medical field that demands Zyon’s attention. Their eyes. These people chose the path in which they may very well see someone die. Sooner or later it happens…even to the best of them. This man was no different and the emotionless stare he shot back at Zak sent a shiver down his spine. Behind those eyes could be years of blood, ruptured vessels, cancer cells, death before, during, or after birth, fatal injuries, and of course DOA. It was in Zyon’s character to face the truth and not hide from it, and today the youth realized that everyone was hurting a little…not just him. “Almost?” Beyond the aura of death surrounding the doctor, was the question. “Oh it’s no big deal. By that I mean you will just have to get used to being fully active again, haha.” That laugh… Poor guy couldn’t even shadow how fake it sounded. A moment of silence went by before Zyon stood up along with his physician. “So does that mean…” Before Zyon could finish the doctor gave off a faint smile…just as fake as the laugh. “Yes…” And with that the depressed doctor made his exit shutting the door behind him unceremoniously. Alone, Zak AKA Zyon was able to get a grasp on what was next…or in this case, what was first. Trembling Zyon grabbed the doorknob, replaying the grand news he just heard. And then with a grin, Zyon threw the door open and stepped out…

TKO is dropping the title to you, sweet.

The Main Event - SWF World Heavyweight Championship Match El Luchadore Magnifico © vs. "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins This should be awesome. In my eyes this is the best World Title main event that the SWF can build right now. Both of these two are most definitely main eventers and this should just be great. Mags has been the epitome of a franchise player, and Spike is the perfect challenger. My prediction. Mags takes it in a close decision contiuing his awesome run with the title. Then again Spike does have the tools to pull this one out. SWF Tag Team Championship - Ladder Match Cucaracha Internacional (Landon Maddix © and Jay Hawke ©©) vs. TKO (TORU Takahara and KOJI Kitano) TKO cause Toxxic is a great spot match writer and that is what ladder matches essentially are. Don't get me wrong this will be close since both Landon and Jay Hawke are awesome, but I just see TKO with the edge. SWF Cruiserweight Championship Match JJ Johnson © vs. Stryke Triple J takes the W here. I don't know much about Stryke, but I do know JJJ is really good. Wildchild and Todd Cortez vs. Johnny Dangerous and Marcus Ward JD and MW in a storyline development victory for the JD/WC feud. Thats right I went against the grain and chose the supposed weaker team. Dust to Dust Match (Non-title) Janus takes the one off appearance victory, but also gives the hardcore red neck a good elevation in the fed. Mandatory "Book All The Storyless Riffraff" PPV Fatal Fourway Manson vs. Candace “The Joshi Dragon” Okimura vs. "The Rage" Jason Von Dierch vs. "The Divine Wind" Akira Kaibatsu Don't know much about about Candace and The Rage but it goes like this. Tetsuo<Vash<Akira. I'll take the Divind Wind in this one. Opening Bout Wes Davenport vs. ??? Triple ??? politics his way better than a double J and a triple H. Wes can only hope to make it out alive.

On my time off I've been festering together a possible character idea once Zyon has run his course or I get bored. While Zyon doesn't really have a gimmick (well other than youth, Jeff Hardy in ring rip off, emotionally messed up at times) this new character I guess could kind of be categorized. The new character will be a disgruntled yet arrogant Prince. Not one who brags about his riches and stuff, but one who has a strong honor and pride code. He would be heel...with a slight twist. Really I got the idea from the Frieza saga in Dragon Ball Z. The character I got the idea from (ripped off??) would be Vegeta. Basically his whole storyline in the anime (apart from getting the dragonballs) is that he is a bad person who was raised bad and was never given a chance to be anything else because of culture and his superiors. His wrestling style would be balanced. He would be your basic blue chipper along the lines of Randy Orton and old school heel Rock. He could fly, but not being a spot monkey. He could use submissions, but not apply an ankle lock from 300000 different positions. He would be strong, but not roided out. Still trying to piece together the rest...if there is anything else. Also FYI, I'm working on new things for Zyon. Expect a new stat thing upon my return, and hopefully more promos.

Actually Bruce with that statment right there you just started again. Thanking him for adding a win to your win column is most definitely boasting, even if you are or are not kidding. As for Spike losing, so what? Its obvious its an angle he's running and yet you continue to hound him for losing. I know 99.999999% of the time you are kidding about how great you are and stuff, but its the fact you beat a dead horse. Like with The Nightmare Express beating TKO (By no show or barely getting a match in) you boasted quite a lot joking or not. The first two times were light hearted and maybe funny, but after awhile I'm thinking..."Ok...shut up." I think thats what Spike is saying except in a more harsh way, which you deserve since you've also taken shots at him. Basically you are both taking shots at each other, but really Bruce you may just be a little more at fault since Spike is running an angle, which is GREAT cause it adds layers to this fed, and yet you continue to take shots at him joking or not once again. But yeah you should both chill and stuff. Anyway... 5. Bruce Blank- Just to prove I don't hate you. Ok actually because since you've been here you have defended the hardcore title and have been reliable when it comes to match and such. By now I got bored with the Hardcore House rules match, but you seem to thrive on it. Thats comendable indeed. 4. Spike Jenkins- The thing with this is that Spike has been around a while and I'm sure he used to be big into writing matches and well still is, but lately his matches have taken a back seat to angles, which in all honesty is a great thing. He's still one of the better writers match or promo wise. His consistancy is questioned by some, but by me he's active as hell even if he isn't writing matches. 3. Jay Hawke- Ditto on what everyone says of him. Writes great matches, has made the International title HIS, and is just that good. 2. Landon- He's exactly like Jay Hawke, except he's been involved in slightly more high profile stuff, CLUSTERFUCK winner and Todd Cortez stuff. So I give him the nod at number two. Really though Hawke could go here too. 1- Toxxic and ELM- Toxx because he had a radical run with Toxxic and is still going strong with TORU, and he's still an excellent writer and for supposingly not caring he's been quite active. And ELM cause he's has broke the mold and fit under the title World Champion. He's active as hell and main event like a World Champion should. He's our franchise player right now and he's the guy to beat and admire.

All....of....this...is...over...the...tag...titles. Brilliant.

No, TORU hurt Zyon DUH!!!! Actually just busy with school and stuff. OMG breaking kayfabe!

Out until at least December.

I haven't read the show yet, but I guess I should sort of apologise for no showing and not saying anything about it. Basically I play football (American, not soccer) for a school who won a state title last year, and lost one game. The team we played yesterday was the team that beat us last year, and guess what? WE LOST WITH FIVE SECONDS TO GO ON A 40 YARD BOMB, WHICH WAS THROWN INTO DOUBLE COVERAGE! Anyway so yeah, my bad. I'll let people know for now on if I can get to the computer.

THE MAIN EVENT - SWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH El Luchadore Magnifico © vs. "The Divine Wind" Akira Kaibatsu Mags takes this setting the recent record for successful title defenses, which would be 1. SWF CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP JJ Johnson © vs. Zyon JJ Zyon? The Nightmare Express (Bruce Blank and Marcus Ward) vs. Jay Hawke and Landon "La Cucaracha" Maddix Jay Hawke and Landon as long as they show. The Crimson Skull vs. Devon Walters I'll go with Skull on this one. Manson vs. KOJI Kitano KOJI copies TORU and picks up a singles victory. OPENING BOUT Jimmy the Doom vs. "Big Country" Martin Hunt Jimmy the Doom...just because.

Cleveland just went up in arms as Hawke uses what is left of his strength to torque back on Zyon beyond repair arm/shoulder. Not dangerously far away from the ropes, but not in touching distance the youth finds himself in a desperate situation. Hearing the fans chant his name is great and all, but hearing the tearing of your shoulder can cause everlasting nightmares! Trying his best to spin his body around Zyon pushes on the mat. The ring veteran, Hawke could care less where Zyon is trying to get to since getting him to tap is the first and only priority! Six inches… Four inches… The crowd becomes visibly excited once again for the youth whose momentum has come to a sudden halt. Hawke’s body is dangerously elevated as the shoulder could be exiting the socket. Raising his hand Zyon hears the desperation in Madison Square Garden’s collective breath…before pushing himself again… Two inches…rope break!!!!! “Challenger or champion both men have shown the heart of a true warrior.” “But not the brains. Zyon is going to leave this match forever injured that is for sure.” The quality announce team discusses as Hawke breaks the hold. The Dean lifts Zyon back to his wobbly feet before trying to scoop the youth into the air, but the always thinking Zyon leaps backward before placing his arm across the face of Hawke, and sneaking his leg behind his opponent’s. Looking for the always dangerous Decline Zyon wants to fall backward, but instead staggers to the side after having elbows drilled into the side of his head. Off balance and deathly tired Zyon wobbles back over to Hawke who kicks the youth in the gut and locks in a front face lock followed by a KO DDT!!!! “A DDT so dangerous it has been compared to Insane Luchadore’s. We could sadly be seeing the end of the match.” Pete is a realist when it comes to someone kickout out of that. “LET’S GO ZYON!!!” The crowd knows it doesn’t hurt to try, but the glossy look in the fan favorites eyes is a bit disheartening to say the least. Hawke sure of victory rolls over on to Zyon… ONE!!!! TWO!!!! THREE!!!!…NO! Before the final hand slap Zyon pops his right shoulder up since popping the left shoulder could prove fatal to his chances of winning. Hawke smacks the mat deeply agitated that the youth will not stay down. The feud was based on champion vs. challenger yet both men appear to fight like the underdog challenger. Their will stronger than the separate personalities has pushed this match on the brink of showmanship that many couldn’t think possible. Hawke wanting to straight up hurt Zyon grabs the youth by the hair and scoops him on to his shoulder… “Hawke looking for another SICK shoulder breaker!” Pete does the play by play thing. Kicking his legs violently Zyon not only slides down Hawke’s back, but also forces the champion to arch backward. Using what is left of his stamina Zyon counters the scoop into a scoop of his own. The International champ defenseless can only stare down at the mat as Zyon has Hawke in an inverted piledriver position. Freaking the world out Zyon uses his left arm as a cradle again!!! No wait… Is he… FUCKING A! Zyon falls to both knees spiking Hawke to the mat with, get this…AN INVERTED FINAL HOUR!!!!! “You’ve got to be kidding me…” King says shaking his head. “That was insane. There is no way either man has anything left.” Zyon looms over his opponent for a moment building the dramatics before seemingly passing out on his opponent! ONE!!!! TWO!!!! THREEEEEEE!!!!! WE HAVE…actually Hawke kicked out~!!!! The crowd along with the Unique Youth is livid…absolutely livid! Everyone except for those in Ohio plead for everything to everything that is right in the world for Jay motherfucking Hawke to just drop the title. However, Hawke has made that title his life. The Dean of Professional Wrestling refuses to let go of his life!!! Zyon reaches his feet and slowly saunters toward the turnbuckle before ascending the stairway to heaven. Perched on the top rope Zyon is ready to end it all, but Hawke makes it back to his feet and even crotches the youth!!! “OOOOO!” The crowd releases as Zyon’s eyes bulge out. Hawke climbs up after Zyon raising his hands high into the air like the mighty Thor and get jabbed in the gut! With the playfulness of a beast Zyon pushes Hawke down to the mat…setting him up perfectly. Perched and ready to annihilate Zyon leaps into the atmosphere setting up a chain reaction of godliness. Gracefully falling toward his opponent Zyon can hear the crowd gasps in fear???? Blinded to Hawke rolling out of the ring Zyon collapses to the mat! SMACKKK!!! Zyon’s crash echoes as the crowd can only snap their finger and say darn…yeah right. They are mad yet glad that this exciting encounter can continue. “Smarkdown just set the stage, Longdoggah. Hawke using the exact counter to the Final Flash that he used on Smarkdown! King points out. Beaten, bruised, fatigued, damn near dead Hawke looks up at the crowd with his gazing eyes…and points at his head in a taunting gesture. “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” Getting the response he was expecting the International champ leaps on to the ring apron waiting for Zyon to get to his feet…if he still can. The youth driven off all hope, tiredly gets to his feet as Hawke springboards into the air and drives Zyon to the mat with a grand flipping neck breaker!!! “Blockbuster!!!” King shills. “And STILL CHAMPION!” Hawke can hear Funyon’s sound barrier breaking voice as he covers Zyon. ONE! TWO!!!!! THREEEEEEEEE Kickout!!! “YEAAAAAHHHHH!” The crowd booms as Hawke refuses to believe the match is not over. Rising to his feet Hawke raises his hand and celebrates the “victory.” Referee Soapdish deliver the unfortunate news to Hawke who takes it quite well… “BULLSHIT!” The heel champion shouts before kicking the bottom rope. Looking out into the crowd Hawke’s ears begin to vibrate from the foolish chant… “LET’S GO ZYON!!!!” Booming the crowd shouts as Zyon removes himself from the mat and back to his feet. Hawke looking at Zyon with hatred fueling his motivation struts toward the youth who desperately tosses out a lariat???? Yep still a rookie. The Dean of Professional Wrestling slickly ducks under locking the left arm of Zyon’s behind his back. Trapping it Hawke again tries to reach around for the youth’s face, but Zyon once again wraps his free arm around Hawke’s head. The technical god though swats the arm away before trying to reach over. The Unique Youth though pushes himself and a latched on Hawke forward before leaping into the air and pushing his feet off the turnbuckle rolling backward to his feet! “YEAHHHH!” The crowd reacts to the counter… GASP….GASP…GASP! Before reacting to the fact that Hawke rolled through as well clutching that left arm! The International champ has become a ravaged pit bull looking to end the match. Zyon fatigued and wickedly injured would find it so easy to give in and coincidentally tapping out before his shoulder rips. However, Zyon remembers the meat and bones of the wrestling business. It wasn’t about technical takedowns or flashy moves. Nope. It was straight up brawling. In a last ditch effort Zyon pulls his head forward before swinging it backward smashing into the face of his opponent!!! CRRRRRAAACK!! Hawke’s eyes begin to water as his grip has greatly loosened. Zyon just as persistent as Hawke swings his head backward again… CRRRRRACK!!! The pain gets the best of Hawke who releases Zyon and clutches his face as Zyon runs Hawke over with a lariat that actually works! Popping right back to his feet the International champion challenges Zyon to try it again. The youth boldly obliges as he charges and tosses his arm out giving Hawke the chance to take him down. Zyon though pulls his arm free before spinning around and kicking Hawke in the gut and attempting a DDT! Hawke though charges forward and slams Zyon back first into the turnbuckle. The Dean of Professional Wrestling reels back a right hand before having the head of Zyon slammed into his face again!!! “This kid is willing to do anything to win the title. In this match he has added the brawling element to his cruiserweight offense…and Hawke was not ready for that.” Pete explains. King is upset, “LIAR! Zyon is a fool. Yes the headbutt is a grand strike, but it hurts the giver as much as the receiver.” Both men are right as Hawke clutches his face leaving Zyon to stagger around holding his head. Vision blurring Zyon charges one of the Jay Hawke’s in the ring before being launched into the air and over the ropes surprising the crowd by landing safely on the apron. Sweat drips down the face of Hawke who takes a step back and remembers his foundation… “I’m going to teach to a wrestling lesson you will never forget…” Hawke charges forward looking to drop the Unique Youth with whatever he has left to throw at him… “And there’s not a damn thing you can do about it…” The foundation has bought Hawke a place in history as the best International champion ever as he leaps forward noticing Zyon reel backward as well. The technical genius realizes his mistake and tries to get a defense, but it is too late. Weak and fatigue Zyon throws his right forearm forward blasting Hawke with all 200lbs of his heart and soul!!!! The champion spins away from Zyon before collapsing to the mat. Zyon notices Hawke’s eyes have a unnatural gaze to them and understands the look is telling him that HAWKE MUST BE STOPPED NOW!!! The youth elevates himself with a springboard as he flies through the air and at the peak flips forward diving on to Hawke like a fallen angel with the F.I.N.A.L. F.L.A.S.H!!!!!!!! Oh my god. Zyon lies backward on Hawke who just had everything driven out of him… ONE!!!!! Could it be? TWO!!! “HAWKE!!!!” THREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! YESSSSS!!!!!!!!! ”HE DID IT!!!!” The crowd explodes causing an earthquake like rumbling inside the Garden. Referee Nick Soapdish calls for the bell…which gets lost in the excitement. Both men remain motionless after a long grueling match. Funyon stands up secretly applauding both the Dean of Professional Wrestling and the Unique Youth! “Vitamin” starts up rocking the house as the announcers voice booms… “The WINNER in FIFTY ONE MINUTES and TEN SECONDS, THE NEW SWF INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION, THE UNIQUE YOUTH….ZYYYYYOOON!!!! It’s official. “How did this happen???” King cups his head in his hands. “YEEEEAAAAHHHHHHHEEAAHHHH!!!!” The crowd yells while they give both men the much deserved standing ovation. The half dead youth after moments up reeling in and out of consciousness slowly gets to his feet realizing that he has dethroned the prince of technical. Funyon delivers the shiny gold belt to the new champion who takes a moment to mute the cheering, storming, and clamping to understand what he just did. “Unbelievable. Zyon was able to fire of the Final Flash out of the hidden springboard position. That has never been seen before, thus Hawke wasn’t able to study the modified finisher. Both men relied on the past to beat each other down, yet one man turned to the future to pick up the victory…amazing.” The Unique Youth continues to stare at the title while the crowd is worshipping their young hero like some sort of messiah. Knowing the crowd gave all they could to Zyon, the kid can only give them what they want. Holding the title in his right hand Zyon swings his arms high into the air signaling to the thousands in attendance… “OHMYGODYESSSSSS!” The crowd shouts as the tired champion leans against the ropes and exits the ring leaving Hawke to lie in the ring analyzing what went wrong. The Unique Youth makes his way up the special entrance ramp before turning back toward the mob like crowd and placing the title over his right shoulder. Turning away from the crowd a tired champion makes his exit understanding that he let it all out there in that very ring tonight. “What a match. Hawke who currently lies unconscious in the ring did everything he could to derail the rookie, and I truly commend him for the show he gave this crowd tonight.” Pete says. King usually shoots back, but the announcer is at a lost for words. Two men came into the match. A champion and a challenger. Old school vs. Nu SkoOL. Good vs. Evil. Going out of the match are two men who could have just possibly changed the face of wrestling forever… And we are just midway through Genesis…

I would really like comments, especially from Jay Hawke and Superstar. To be honest this is the best match I've written in the SWF, but I think it dragged a bit myself. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The anticipation homogeneously fogs the atmosphere as numerous fans in Madison Square Garden has refused to sit down. The action has simply been that amazing with the crowning of a SWF World Heavyweight champion number one contender and an insane battle inside a little (toy) shop of horrors. But now the crowd could be in for a wrestling lesson they will never forget, or maybe something unique may just happen. Then again both is quite possible as well. “This next match has been building shortly after our last PPV Ground Zero, which is out on DVD now.” Longdoggah Pete chimes in on some product placement. “Yep and tonight the two young stars located on opposite sides of the galaxy will be facing off in THAT VERY RING. I’d bet my boat that Jay Hawke’s extraordinary technical wrestling ability will be too much for Zyon’s lack of wrestling ability.” King makes a good point before going into his biasness. But Pete has a different position, “Of course, Suicide King. Zyon has proven over the weeks that his unorthodox, energetic style can get the job done just as well or hell maybe even better than Hawke’s technical style. “WHAA!” King spits out all the water he just gulped down simply cause of the craziness of that kind of statement, “You know what, forget it. It’s quite obvious that your statement alone proves that cocaine is indeed one hell of a drug. Face it the professor is going to win simply cause he is Jay Hawke, Bitch!” King is indeed the super freak. Before Pete can fire back with his biased opinion the camera straight up zooms in on the man, the myth, the SWF ring announcer…Funyon. Does he have a first name???? “This next match is scheduled for one fall and has a SIXXXXTY MINUTE TIME LIMIT. It will be for the SWF INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP OF THE WORLD!!! Damn Funyon has been booming all night. Genesis this is. I’M BORN! I’M ALIVE! I BREATHE!!! “YEAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!” The crowd explodes from a standing position, which means that the thousands in attendance leaped into the air making the “wave” look like child’s play. The familiar wording randomly lights across the omega expensive Genesis PPV set that includes an imitation version of New York City with a night time background. The large building are all lit up inside with the bright yellow immolating from bulbs that cost more than a New York pizza…yeah its that much. Below the set are computer designed citizens celebrating everything from money, attractions, and most of all…LIFE! Suddenly confetti drops from the heavens blinding many in the arena with the colors of green, blue, pink, and purple. And then it happens. Emerging from the over the top entrance is the number one contender to the International title. Mid length water drenched brown hair hangs just above the youth’s eyes giving the youngster a hybrid metal/punk look. Ensembled in a brand new white t-shirt with a crimson red “Z” branded on the front. As Zyon energetically skips in place his black cargo shorts hang slightly below his knees before waving violently side to side as the Unique one sprints down to the ring. “Introducing first the challenger. Hailing from Elkhart, Indiana, and weighing in at 200lbs the UNIQUE YOUTH, ZYYYYYYONNN!!!!!! “WOOOOOOO!” The crowd lets out an excited howl as Zyon smacks the hands of desperate fans looking to touch their young hero. The break out rookie leaps charismatically on the ring apron before flipping over the top rope and immediately freaking out via the head bang arm raise combo that has become a regular in Zyon’s entrance. “The kid looks ready. Ever since Zyon won the hardcore title many wondered where he would go next. Tonight the train carrying Zyon’s career takes a stop at Jay Hawke, and his International title…” Pete shills. The crowd cheers on the challenger who retreats back into the corner nervously stretching out… “BOOOOOO!!!!” That can only mean the start of “Learning to Fly,” as the confetti continues to fall endlessly from the sky. The dramatics and theatrics are cut down greatly as the International Champion emerges in a specially designed gold and purple robe covering his athletic figure. The brash champion calmly walks down to the ring staring directly at Zyon ignoring what has become a staple in your common Jay Hawke match… “JAY HAWKE SUCKS! JAY HAWKE SUCKS! JAY HAWKE SUCKS!” The crowd sounds delighted to jeer Jay Hawke, but somewhere under the hatred the fans may actually be respecting the International champ…then again its probably just because he’s a Jets fan. “Introducing...from the Hall of Fame City of Cleveland, Ohio, and weighing in at 215 pounds...he is "The Dean of Professional Wrestling,” and the current SWF International Champion, JAY HAWKEEEE!!!!!” Funyon yells giving the champion a grand description. The spotlight that usually accompanies Hawke’s strut to the ring shadows the champ who walks up the steel steps and wipes his feet off on the ring apron… “Hawk is bringing it back old school tonight. Do us proud Jay!” King shouts. Jay Hawke enters the ring slightly expecting the youth to charge in for a cheap shot, but is surprised when Zyon doesn’t make a move. Disrobing Hawke talks trash toward his opponent as the International title is revealed from under the glossy robe. The Dean unbuckles the belt that he has made HIS and hands it to the ref. But not before giving the title a Bret Hart like smooch sending it away for what could be minutes, days, or years. “Well this is it. Weeks of in ring and out of ring hatred has built up. It’s Nu SkoOl vs. Old School. It’s technical vs. spot worker. It is Zyon vs. Jay Hawke!” Pete announces very well like he has been all night. And King has also been impressive, “That is right Longdoggah. Hawke is looking to once again show the world why he is the best International champion ever. And Zyon well the poor kid should only hope to last more than three minutes against the god of technical wrestling.” Jay Hawke has put the trash talking to a halt as referee Nick Soapdish waits patiently for the celebratory confetti to stop, the music to end, and the costly lights in Madison Square Garden to focus on the rivals unblinkingly staring each other down. The crowd can only dream of an undercard match with this type of hype. Tonight it becomes a reality. DING DING DING!!!! Zyon immediately proves to the critics that he has indeed stepped his game up for this match by simply walking out of his corner rather than blindly sprinting toward his stationary opponent. The arrogant International champ also looks a bit on edge, but soon breaks the anticipation with a simple extension of his hand???? “My god does he expect Zyon to fall for this again?” Pete wonders. “Well he’s just about fell for everything else.” King answers the question, kind of. Zyon looks on stunned as the crowd rapidly chants, “Don’t Do It!!!” Then again maybe the snakelike assassin that is the Dean could sincerely wish his opponent the best of luck. Sadly this is the thought that crosses the rookies mind as he also extends his hand latching on to the moist palm of his technical rival… Before whipping him into the ropes catching Jay Hawke off guard with one of his own tricks!!!! “Hey wait a minute…” King is also surprised. “It seems Zyon has passed the test of deception as well.” Pete realizes that Hawke was the one falling into Zyon’s trap. Hawke bounces off the ropes visibly trying to put up a defense, but he doesn’t have to as the youth opts to flashingly leapfrog his dangerous opponent. Hawke knowing he was totally defenseless quickly turns the tables by stopping directly behind Zyon and locking him up in a reverse waist lock. Zyon squirms in the arms of Hawke who quickly loses his grip letting Zyon easily switch the roles with Hawke. Jay again finds himself shocked at the fact that his young opponent has him of all people in a reverse waist lock. The International champion doesn’t give his opponent too long to mentally celebrate as he rolls through and trips Zyon to the mat with a modified drop toe hold. Flowing beautifully the technical god scurries to the head of his opponent and locks in a grounded head lock. “It seems Hawke understands that stopping Zyon’s sloppy, but brutally blinding speed will win him this match.” Pete calls out. “Well, of course you dolt. Jay Hawke wrote the book on how to destroy mindless spot monkeys like the current chimp he is facing.” King continues the Jay Hawke love, and the Zyon hate. The Unique Youth immediately jousts for position pulling his knees to a vertical base before powering himself to a standing base. Hawke knowing the ins and outs of his game immediately releases the head lock keeping himself away from the common elbow or back drop counter. BOOOOO!!! The crowd lets the cocky Hawke know what they think of him, that is if it wasn’t already apparent. Zyon stares his opponent down rubbing the kinks out of his neck before advancing toward Hawke who enters a shoot wrestling position. Brave, but marginally stupid Zyon sprints toward Jay throwing his arm out looking to get an effective lariat in to start his offensive strike. Hawke though will have none of this as he slides his arm undetected under the lariat swinging body part of his opponent before floating Zyon over with a deep arm drag. The Dean of Professional Wrestling crouches down locking an ARM bar on his energetic opponent, once again grounding him. And just to add insult to humiliation Hawke roughly stabs his knee into the cheek of the Unique Youth! “So far it seems the “Unique Youth…” or whatever the Internet losers call him has proven my point. Jay Hawke is out of his league.” King brings the Zyon negativity. “Let’s Go Zyon!!” The crowd frantically chants as the youth moves his face away from the kneecap of his rival before rolling back to his feet and landing a STIFF close fist strike to Hawke before he can cowardly, but geniously back away. Hawke is forced back anyway as Zyon again blindly charges and is once again caught in a deeeeeeep arm drag, but this time the youth breaks out an insane flipping counter before dropping his opponent’s throat across the middle rope with a drop toe hold. Peaking his head between the ropes Hawke pulls himself up, but Zyon sling shots himself over the ropes and brings his leg down across the back of Hawke’s head!!!! “YEAHHHHHHHH!!!” The crowd explodes as the dazed champion staggers backward surprisingly still on his feet, but not for long. The high flyer carefully waits on the apron before launching himself into the atmosphere with a springboard before dropping a face smashing forearm to his opponent! Both men collapse to the ground, but it’s the champion that shows the signs of pain, and Zyon? Well he just wants to win the title… ONE…kickout. Losing the title is not an option to the brash Jay Hawke who immediately kicks out even after having his face bashed in with a forearm. Zyon goes from showing some rookie flare to again showing his immaturity in the ring as he WAITS for Hawke to get to his feet. When staring up at the lights gets boring Hawke decides to maneuver himself to a standing base, and Zyon again charges, but this time is caught in a front waist lock. Zyon is greeted with no time to squirm or work himself into a better position. Hawke makes his young opponent accept reality, and that reality slams Zyon on his back with an overhead belly to belly suplex! “Crisp belly to belly suplex perfectly used against the challenger.” King kisses Hawke’s ass some more. Hawke’s eyes shift to his fallen opponent and lock on to the left shoulder of his downed rival before placing an angry boot to that very shoulder…. “Oh man. It seems Hawke is ready to put his usual plan into motion.” Pete says. King shakes his head, “Usual? More like brilliant. We all know one way or another this match is going to end with Zyon tapping to the Wing Span. History has already shown us that.” The simple kick wakes Zyon from his Snow White like daze causing the youth to immediately roll on to his stomach and push himself up…directly in front of Hawke. SMACKKKK! “WHOOOOOO!” The youth clutches his chest as the Dean brings the old school knife edge chop. Instead of chopping Zyon’s epidermis away Hawke latches on to the arm of his stunned opponent and holds it over his own shoulder before snapping it downward violently!!!! “OOOOOOO” The crowd echoes as Zyon staggers away clutching his shoulder, desperately trying to distance himself from Jay Hawke… SMACK!!!!! “WHOOOOO!” Or maybe not. The hyper challenger strikes back with a new school knife edge chop that has the same stinging effect of any other knife edge chop. Proving his shoulder is still moveable; Zyon crouches down before sending his left shoulder into the gut of his opponent forcing Hawke back into the turnbuckle. Clutching his stomach Jay can only watch as Zyon sends his shoulder into his gut again! In a show of violence Zyon switches shoulders every other time burying a hole of pain into the sternum of the champion! The youth’s adrenaline wears thin leaving Zyon to clutch his hurt shoulder as Hawke staggers out from the corner…COUNTERING a right hand into the deadly Fujiwara armbar!!!! GASP! The crowd holds their breath as Hawke can only smile at the rookie’s accidental mistake. One… The smile quickly disappears forming a look of aggravation Hawke blinks randomly as he eyes Zyon’s foot…draping across the bottom rope. Two… Three… Four… Before the DQ’ing five count Hawke innocently releases the hold while Zyon thanks the ring positioning gods that he was inches from the ropes. The challenger with little help from the rope picks himself up as a wave up forearms fight through his defenses. The stinging shots land across the youngsters face leaving visible red marks, which will eventually become bruises for sure. Hawke again latches on to the left arm of his opponent, but this time uses it for leverage as he whips Zyon across the ring. Mobile, but controlled Zyon bounces off the ropes and ducks under a DECAPITATING clothesline before bouncing off the opposite ropes and leaping toward the technical wrestler with a forearm smash… “Not this time spot monkey!” King cheers. Hawke catches Zyon’s left arm, which he stupidly attacked with using it to drive the youngster to the mat. Instead of the expected Fujiwara attempt Hawke pins his opponent’s arm to the mat and uses it to lift himself vertically into the air, feet pointing to the sky. The fans cringe, as does Zyon when Hawke lets himself float back to the mat knees going into the shoulder of his opponent!!!! Of course once is never enough for the International champ so with a bit more malice the champ brings his knees down into his rivals shoulder, again!!!! The Unique Youth obviously hurting rolls away from Hawke, but the Cleveland native pulls him back and locks on an arm BAR! “Grueling. That is the only word I can think of to describe Hawke’s offense on Zyon’s shoulder.” Pete expresses. Zyon shuts his eyes and attempts desperately to shut out the pain, but he can’t shut out the ref asking him every five seconds, “Do you give up!” “No Damnit!” The youth slightly annoyed lifts himself on to his knees before getting back to a standing position. The schooling continues when Hawke walks forward, still latched on to Zyon’s arm, forcing the youth back into the turnbuckle. Soapdish pleads with Hawke for a clean break…and Hawke obliges???? Before driving an elbow into the face of his opponent denting the cheek for sure. “BOOOOOOOO!” The crowd goes mad over the unclean break, but should they expect anything else from the dirty champion. Hawke continues his rule breaking ways by wrapping the youth’s arm around the stubborn ropes before pulling back on his arm trying to tear into the shoulder or anything else that can break, pop, crack, tear, you get the point. “The International Champ is acting like a shark when it sees blood.” Pete is concerned for the rookie’s health, no doubt. Soapdish tries his hardest to verbally force Hawke to release the web he tangled Zyon in, but the snobby International Champ ignores the black and white presence. However, Hawke does let go of the challenger as a smile creeps across his face once the Unique Youth falls to a crouch clutching his shoulder. Suddenly, Hawke’s smile turns into furious anger as he charges brutally toward Zyon jabbing his knee into the damaged left shoulder! The youth falls to the mat clutching his shoulder not being able to fight Hawke off as the champion roughly lifts the challenger to his feet. Once again latching on to the left arm of his opponent, Hawke reels Zyon in throwing his own shoulder into the hurt shoulder of his high flying opponent!!! Zyon screams out obscenities as the pain from his shoulder actually makes his legs buckle, but the Dean refuses to let go before driving his shoulder into Zyon again!!! King could not be happier, “This is great! Pete are you watching this? Hawke is giving Zyon a wrestling lesson that he will never forget.” The youth visibly grimaces as he staggers around the ring doing what he can to distance himself from the shark that is the International champ. Hawke struts toward his opponent and CATCHES A STUNNING RIGHT HAND TO THE JAW!!!!! “YES!” Pete lets out. The crowd explodes as the closed fist connects to the jaw of the dominating Jay Hawke. Zyon even though currently outclassed jolts toward Hawke throwing another right hand that catches…Hawke’s hand? That’s right Jay will not be caught off guard again as he easily clutches the hand of Zyon before forcing the youth’s left arm behind his own back and scooping the cruiserweight into the air. The technical perfectionist was never known for his strength, but the athletically built Hawke holds Zyon in the air soaking in all the hate from the crowd… “JAY HAWKE SUCKS!!!!” Before dropping the youth on his shoulder with a modified body slam. And then just to be a dick Hawke soccer punts Zyon’s injured shoulder before going for the cover… ONE… TWO…kickout. “For a second I wasn’t sure Zyon would want to kick out.” Pete grimly says. Hawke breaking from his usual character keeps his ego in check, staying on the attack as he lifts Zyon back to his feet. SMACK!!! “WHOOOOOOOOO!!!” The celebratory crowd reacts as they watch the rookie stagger backward like a drunk holding his chest as if he suffered a gunshot wound. Hawke absolutely treating Zyon like the rookie that he is stomps Zyon in the gut before locking him in a front face lock and powering him up into the air. The International champ doesn’t flaunt his average strength; nope instead he drapes Zyon across the top rope stomach first! The oxygen invisibly exits Zyon’s lungs causing a slight wheeze from the challenger. Hawke admires his work for a moment before the sight of Zyon struggling out of his latest predicament sets the International champion off! Hawke runs diagonally toward Zyon connecting his boot with the youth’s head! The SIIIIIIICK shot forces Zyon back and down to the floor…if Zyon hadn’t held on to the top rope. But the resourceful youth uses his right arm to grip the top rope saving him from the fall. Slightly agitated Hawke throws a wild punch that should connect BUT DOESN’T! Zyon ducks the oncoming blow before hurling his left shoulder at Hawke! “YAAAAAAAAA!” The crowd screams as the champion clutches his gut, but the cheers soon die down after they realize that Zyon immediately after impact clutched his hurt shoulder. Totally resilient Hawke ignores the silent pain in his stomach and again rushes up to Zyon who smartly uses his hand instead of shoulder to stop the oncoming champion. “Hey ref, that’s a closed fist.” King complains. Again Hawke staggers back shaking from the effects of the stinging right hand. Low on stamina and energy Zyon gets back into the ring without using some sort of springboard, which straight up shocks the crowd. To some wrestling purists though the objection toward a high flying attack could have been the best decision Zyon has made in his career. The Unique Youth drags himself toward Hawke before launching a boot to the gut of the champion and then follows up with a front face lock. Stopping a possible offense from the challenger, Hawke pulls himself back and then upward before proceeding to drive Zyon to the mat with yet another Fujiwara attempt! “Zyon showing the heart of a true underdog by fighting off the lethal arm bar.” Pete compliments the youth. Pete would be correct in his statement since Zyon stops the downward shift in momentum by slamming his hand to the mat, keeping himself from being pinned down on to the mat. Athletic and fearless Zyon rolls forward trying to get away from the always dangerous Dean of Professional Wrestling. Hawke though simply holds his grip and drops a leg down on to the arm/shoulder area of his opponent! “See Pete, there is no escape from Hawke. He has a counter to every counter Zyon can think of.” King shouts. The challenger’s teeth grinds as Hawke scissors the left arm pulling it in awkward angles trying to tear into the shoulder for the obvious reason known as the Wing Span! The rookie stomps his feet trying to get himself and the crowd back into the match… “Let’s go Zyon!!!” The crowd begins to rock Madison Square Garden as Zyon touches the bottom rope with his feet. “Break it,” the ref yells and Hawke actually obliges quicker than usual. Jay pulls the youth back up by his now sweat soaked hair before firing off another chop. SMA…CRADLE!!!!! ONE! TWO!!! Kickout… “Zyon from out of nowhere counters the attempted chop into a sloppy, but effective cradle.” Pete calls it like he sees it. “Ok Hawke I’d say for you to stop playing games with the rookie.” King sounds slightly concerned. The Cleveland native calmly scurries to his feet, as does the Indiana native. The fans are not treated to some sort of stare down, they wanted action and they are getting it in the form of a heated International title match. Zyon desperately needs a big strike so he throws a clothesline that Hawke can see coming a mile away. The International champ dodges the clothesline, BUT DOES NOT DODGE THE BACKSWING!!!! “AH!!!” Zyon screams as the backswing connects bending his left arm outward affecting the shoulder area, no doubt about that. The technical cruiserweight also feels the effects apparently by clutching the back of his head. Zyon notices Hawke’s doubled over state, and taking advantage is the only thing running through the youth’s mind. Rage and the greed of gold fueling the rookie’s thought process causes Zyon to dive forward and wrap his hands around the head of Hawke attempting a swinging neck breaker!!!! Jay though has other plans spinning away and locking his arms under the arms of Zyon as the two are fighting over a backslide attempt!!!! “Both men jousting for position, the winner possibly going home the victor of the match.” Pete whispers. The two change momentum sporadically each getting the advantage playing with the crowd’s emotions. Cheers and jeers randomly switch on and off once the hero or villain is able to grasp control. The tensing of the muscles soon comes to an end as Hawke the human chess master jumps backward toward his opponent letting Zyon’s momentum place him right back on his feet just like he planned. Right? Oh so wrong? Doubled over Hawke feels the moist hands of his opponent latch on to his head before meeting the canvas face first!!!! “Zyon just drove Hawke to the mat face first. This could be the break he needs.” Pete exhales King inhales, “The break he needs is the one involving his shoulder snapping in half.” The youth trying to find a way back into the match looks out into the varied crowd listening to their sentiments… “Let’s Go Zyon!” Realizing the crowd isn’t going to win him the match Zyon forces himself up to his feet before staggering toward Hawke who continues to shake off the cobwebs. Lifting Hawke to his feet Zyon kicks Hawke in the gut subsequently locking him in a front face lock, which causes some in the crowd to groan. The groaning comes from the fact that Zyon is in no shape to try and lift the champion up. The youth though simply drops his shoulder to his waist and stomps the mat using the whole right side of his body to drop Hawke with a weak snap suplex. “Pete you and I both know that was all momentum right there.” King says. Rubbing his shoulder Zyon boots Hawke in the head trying to by himself some time. The boot does indeed connect, yet Hawke pulls himself to his feet anyway. Winging it, Zyon runs toward Hawke who fully expects some sort of foolish strike like the clothesline he’s countered about three times this match. His conscience grinning Hawke prepares to drop Zyon again, but the Unique Youth simply sprints past the champ before using his right arm to springboard off the middle rope. Twisting forty-five degrees in the air Zyon attempts a dropkick yet the difficultness of using one arm to help with the springboard turns the dropkick into a wheel kick that connects all the same! The challenger’s foot smacks his opponent in the side of the face causing Hawke to descend to one knee before standing back up, dazed. Zyon wonders over to a staggering Hawke before leaping forward and grabbing Hawke by the back of his head and dropping him face first to the mat again!!! “One hand bulldog by Zyon, who continues to keep his left shoulder away from Hawke.” Pete explains. Gaining momentum by the second the youth exits to the ring apron while Hawke frantically tries to figure out what is going wrong. The crowd cheering like mad…New York residents watches as Hawke balances himself back on to his feet. In turn Zyon using both hands this time springboards into the air extending himself horizontally landing on the champion with a possible winning cross body splash!!! Zyon on his knees clutches his weak shoulder before flopping on the champion for the lateral press… ONE… TWO…kickout. “Admit it Pete! Hawke even when losing a match is truly the winner. Zyon couldn’t pin the great International champ directly after the move because of his hurt shoulder.” “Fine I admit it.” “Huh?” “I’ve always said Hawke is a great wrestler with questionable character. He isn’t the longest reigning International champ for nothing.” Pete finishes. King remains quiet, confused that Pete actually agreed with him. Back in the ring Zyon pops up standing on legs that would be best suited on a couch not in a marathon like International title match. The Dean of Professional Wrestling refuses to stay on the mat for long as he rolls up to his feet immediately clubbed in the back by the former hardcore champion. Hawke though ignores the fly like swat and proceeds to CHOP THE STUFFING out of the Zyon! “WHOOOOOOOO!!!” SMACK!!!! “WHOOOOOOO!” SMACK!!!!! “WHOOOOOOO!!! The challengers face cringing from the pain in his lukewarm chest can only watch as the pissed off champion floors Zyon with a high roundhouse kick to the head THAT IS DUCKED! Anger soon turns to anticipation, as Hawke quickly understands that after lighting Zyon up he should have the advantage. But Instead… Zyon locks on a reverse waist lock and this time Hawke is far too winded to pull of a technical counter like before. This fact lets Zyon injure his shoulder more as he uses both arms and throws Hawke back with a release German suplex!!! The International champ floating through the air coming closer to collision with the mat flips backward….landing on his feet! “Hawke showing those that have forgotten that he is indeed a high flyer deep…really deep down.” Pete points out. King also points something out, “But he is not a spot monkey!” The crowd can’t help, but applaud the counter, which basically signals to Zyon to turn around. The youth does, eyes sharpening on the foot that is headed is way… CRACK!!!! Hawke downs the challenger with a tranquilizing roundhouse kick! Zyon’s head bobbles side to side before falling to the ground. The champ unlike the challenger is still able to go for the cover immediately after an offensive strike! ONE… TWO…kickout. “HEY! Ref that was a slow count.” King complains. Zyon reaches into the air as it becomes obvious that the kick knocked the former hardcore champ a little loopy. Hawke though could care less, actually probably doesn’t care at all. Waking Zyon up from his dream world is a menacing soccer punt to the shoulder!!!!! “OW!!!” Zyon yells as the stinging sensation alone forces him back to his feet into Hawke’s clutches. The reigning International champion pulls his knee violently into the air and jabs it into Zyon’s gut before locking him in a gut wrench wait lock. With little fight from his opponent Hawke powers Zyon into the air on to his shoulder letting the youth stare into the lights for a moment, before understanding that Zyon HAS JUST GOTTEN FREE!! Squirming out like a worm and landing on his feet like a cat Zyon takes off toward the ropes and bounces off of them into Hawke who counters Zyon into a tilt a whirl, but it is Zyon who strikes by countering the tilt a whirl into a head scissor takedown. “YEAHHHHHHHH!!!” The crowd explodes as the injured left shoulder continues to bother the challenger’s rhythm. Stopping to massage the shoulder Zyon can only watch as Hawke holds his back spitting out curse words over the fact that he was once again caught off guard. The first man to his feet is surprisingly Jay Hawke who shoots a grim reaper like stare at the grounded Zyon who remains crouched. Inching his way to Zyon the International champ can only dream of what he is going to do, and when he finally reaches Zyon he does indeed do something. He staggers backward after being knocked around by an European uppercut! SMACK! The skin on skin echo shocks the crowd who watch with delight as Hawke scurries around the ring trying to keep his balance and making sure his head is still intact. Zyon makes it back to his feet after the strike, latching on to Hawke’s arm forcing him into turnbuckle with an Irish whip. The back of the Ohio native smacks against the unforgiving turnbuckle signaling for Zyon to come sprinting in like a raging bull with the sight of red in its trails. Out of pure desperation the Dean throws his foot into the air missing Zyon’s face, but stabbing at the left shoulder of the challenger! “Oh no!” Pete whispers Zyon pulls away from attack mode taking ample time to clutch his shoulder and stomp his feet as he continues to try new ways to shut the pain out. Seeing the opening he needs Hawke emerges from the turnbuckle and meets the point of Zyon’s elbow, which drives him back to that very exact turnbuckle. Stunned, but not crippled the two time International champ watches as the high flyer leaps toward him. Zyon locking both hands around the head of Hawke and placing both feet into the champ’s stomach drops backward, free falling. Attempting a monkey flip this would be the time Hawke flips over, but instead the resourceful champ grabs the top rope… BAM! “Did you hear that Pete, that was the back of Zyon’s head.” The canvas shakes as the challenger clutches the back of his head while Hawke elevates the legs of the challenger and rolls him up placing his own feet on the middle rope!! ONE… “Hey damnit ref look!!!!!” Pete shills. TWO…. Break it!! Hawke stares at the ref as he releases Zyon. Soapdish’s lips move up and down verbally warning Hawke that he could get DQ’ed. Hawke ignores the ref and attempts to ignore this… “JAY HAWKE SUCKS! JAY HAWKE SUCKS! JAY HAWKE SUCKS!” The champ used to the chants actually takes the time to break out an arrogant smile as he unconsciously lifts the weakened cruiserweight to his feet. Zyon out of instinct and the intent to hurt Hawke throws a right hand that has little to no effect on Hawke. Ready to stop the youth now Hawke jabs Zyon in the gut before placing his head under the youngsters chin proceeding to drop down on to his knees! The challenger’s head blows backward in a whiplash like state as the youth is blinded by his own hands that cover his face after the momentum changing jaw breaker. Jay noticing Zyon’s unhealthy predicament mimics Spike Jenkins “straight edge” pose by kneeling on one knee…before leaping diagonally upward and DECAPITATING Zyon with a clothesline!!!!! “He just took his head off!!!” Pete shills. Zyon’s eyes blur as the lights fall upon him while he feels a sharp incredible pain in his arm! Looking to his left the eyes of the challenger notices his opponent…applying a cross arm breaker!!!! Reacting to his situation Zyon tries to break the champion’s grip with his free arm, but it is too late. Hawke falls backward flat on his back tugging at Zyon’s arm trying to rip the shoulder apart. “That’s right Hawke. Give Zyon the Randy Myers treatment and show the world why this glorified spot monkey does not, and I repeat does not deserve to be in the ring with you.” King actually shills. The crowd can only watch helplessly as Zyon kicks his legs violently trying to scoot toward the ropes, which are the only thing that can save the match for the Unique Youth. Unique or not Zyon still wants to have feeling in his arm before the match ends so the thought of tapping does enter the youths mind. The all knowing technical god can also sense the end as he sits up and drops back again, applying more pressure. Grinding his teeth and breaking out some veins Hawke attempts to tear the shoulder away. Zyon’s mind and heart finally come to a compromise as his right hand waivers in the air… “ROPE BREAK!!!!!” “How did he? That lucky little bastard.” King is stunned, but not surprised. Pete lets the audience in on action, “Zyon was about to tap when he realized that his arm was closer to the ropes that his legs. See folks never give up cause you never know…” Hawke aggravated to the max maintains the hold and the pressure leaving Zyon to yell in a groggy tone. One Two Three Four Fi… The relentless champ finally breaks the hold before getting back to his feet and staring out into the Madison Square Garden crowd….grinning. “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” The crowd roars at the champ who takes a moment to compose himself. Hoping he could be back in the locker room celebrating with his stable mates Landon Maddix and JJ Johnson. Instead he has to find some other way to put the rookie out of his misery. Zyon through the pain and perspiration tries to get to his feet, before Hawke reacts angrily to his resilience. The Dean of Professional Wrestling actually has the nerve to taunt Zyon who fights his way back to his feet before being kicked in the shoulder…and falling back to the canvas! The champ shrugs his shoulders laughing realizing that Zyon is in the worse predicament of his career. Not only will be beaten by the man that stated “Zyon is not in his league” but the match could end with the youth going to the hospital unable to perform…ever again! With this knowledge Hawke lifts Zyon to his feet and casually whips him into the ropes waiting for the rookie to shoot back. Hawke obviously has something planned as he stays next to the ropes opposite the ones Zyon has bounces off from. Ducking his head Hawke throws Zyon into the air with a back body drop over the top rope and to the floor!!! Well that was the plan. “He held on!” Pete exclaims. “He held on?” King is puzzled. Hawke struts forward taunting the crowd who… CHEER???? Realizing something must be wrong Jay quickly turns around faster than an in his prime Michael Jackson twirl. The vision of a tired and beaten Zyon standing on the apron causes Hawke to panic and sprint forward, which in turn has Zyon pull the top rope down leaving Hawke to tumble to the outside marginally embarrassed. Many in the front row scream degrading comments toward the International champ while Zyon gets back in the ring clutching his left shoulder. “Could Zyon actually be doing the smart thing and taking this time to catch his breath?” King questions. Many in the crowd are puzzled as well, that is until Hawke makes it back to his feet. Zyon seeing the Dean rise from his fallen state runs off the ropes and charges toward Hawke who’s beady eyes lock on to the sky waiting for his opponent to fly over the ropes leading to the eventual crash and burn. However, Zyon instead of going up proceeds to go low striking Hawke right square in the face with a “Hell yeah he’s safe” Yankee baseball slide!!!!! “Brilliant! Hawke has indeed studied Zyon, but you can’t study something you don’t see. Zyon is reaching into the moveset tonight.” Pete compliments the youngster. Hawke flops backward into the safety barrier holding his face making sure all the bones and teeth are still in place. Fans in the front row immediately use the ticket price as an excuse to toss paper, food, liquid, and anything else they can get their hands on at the hated International champ. Security forcefully backs the fans up a bit leaving Hawke to wipe away the residue covering his back. Zyon though uses this as an opportunity! SMACK!!! “YEAHHHHH!!!” The crowd explodes, as does Zyon’s hand across Hawke’s chest. Referee Nick Soapdish continues to try and maintain order by starting the ten count. One… Two… Zyon pulls Hawke away from the safety barrier and tries to slam his rivals head into said unforgiving barrier. Lack of morals, but surplus of heart the International champ refuses to kiss the barrier letting his elbows fly back into his opponent’s gut. Backing away from Hawke, Zyon attempts to regain his breath but the champ comes rushing forward with a lariat attempt. Speed being his greatest ally; Zyon ducks the head slicing lariat and tries one of his own…THAT CONNECTS…TO THE STEEL RING POST!!!!! “AHHHH!” Zyon lets out swaying away from his opponent clutching nervously at his shoulder. The look of worry zombies the face of many in attendance, and it can only get worse from here. And it does. Three… Wasting little time Hawke grabs the Unique Youth and tosses him shoulder first into the destructive steel ring steps!!!! Zyon falls to the cold ground holding his shoulder, withering in pain as everything goes mute. Four… Hawke enters the ring combing his oily hair back with his hand while ordering a concerned Soapdish to count the rookie out. One… Two… Three… Four… Five… “Halfway through the count and Zyon is barely moving.” Pete definitely worried about the youngster’s condition. Six… Seven… The crowd begins to cheer hoping that will be the spirit that lifts Zyon back to his feet. Surprisingly, Zyon begins to move even pushing himself up to all fours… Eight… And back to his feet. Nine… And finally back into the ring just in the knick of time. Fashionably aggravated Hawke can only shake his head as he lifts Zyon back to his unsure feet and scooping him into the air…until the youth floats over on to the safe canvas! Suddenly the Armageddon must be upon us since the spotastic Zyon locks the technical genius Hawke in a fricken SLEEPER HOLD! “Hey when did he learn that? I want to know right now.” King demands. “King I don’t care how he learned it. I’m more impressed with the fact as the moment he is using it. Can’t you see both men are extremely winded and a sleeper hold is used to put someone down. The sleeper is much stronger against someone low on fatigue.” Pete makes a fantastic point. “GO TO SLEEP!!!!” Many in the arena shout as Hawke frantically staggers around blindly reaching for the ropes. Struggling to stay conscious the International champ begins to slouch quite a bit before dropping to one knee imitating a drunken “straight edge” pose. The crowd rocks the Garden as they can feel Hawke’s nightmare…the crowning of a new champion. Zyon also fatigued loosens his grip for a moment…and pays for it. Hawke still very much alive staggers forward before ducking and shooting Zyon forward toward the steel ring post shoulder first!!!! He youth though slams on the breaks calmly staring at the post that could have sealed his fate. Hawke though scares his opponent by suddenly jerking him to the ground with a roll up. The submissionist though stands straight up hooking both of Zyon’s legs and flipping him over into an elevated crab going away from the shoulder work…or is he? “Now this is brilliant, Longdoggah. Look where Hawke’s knee is jabbing into.” King brags. The Suicide King has a reason to boast as the champ’s knee is jabbing into the shoulder of his opponent. This latest happening forces Zyon’s back to arch more and for pressure to still be put on the submissive shoulder! Burying his head into the canvas Zyon understands the situation, and refuses to quit. But how long can his shoulder last? Zyon randomly waves his hand around on the mat trying not to relax into the passion of pain that will surely flow through his body and quite possibly end the mat if he stops moving. Taking a moment to look up, Zyon eyes the bottom rope no more than a foot away. “Please don’t tap!” The crowd silently cheers as the persistent rookie crawls toward his destination. His opposition cranking back on the hold only fuels Zyon’s crawl… Four inches… Scratching and clawing his way forward the youth can hear Hawke grind down on the submission. Two inches… So close…Zyon reaches for freedom. DENIED!!!! The rookie grazes the ropes giving Hawke a reason to stand up and drag Zyon away from the ropes before crouching back down! “Zyon used everything he had to get to the ropes…” Pete says. “And it was all for nothing, hahaha.” Guess who? Clenching his fist Zyon desperately begins his journey again. Pain springing through his body like a virus slows, but does not stop the rookie. Refusing to quit Zyon nears the ropes… Four inches… Screw the suspense. Hawke sick and tired of his adversary releases the hold before dropping an elbow down on Zyon! Shocking the crowd the tough champion exits to the ring apron calmly waiting for Zyon to rise back to his feet. Slowly, Zyon stands up dazed as he eyeballs his oncoming opponent…who lays the challenger out with a freakishly athletic springboard clothesline!!!! The clothesline decapitates the rookie crispfully knocking the challenger to the mat. Landing on the mat knees first, Hawke crawls over to Zyon and goes for the cover… ONE… TWO… Kickout. “YEAAAAAHHHHHH!” The crowd explodes, as does a vein in Hawke’s head. Many in the past have challenged the champion, but at this point in time this particular youth is being quite tedious. Grabbing Zyon by the head the champion roughly drags Zyon back to his feet only to fire off another blazing chop!!! SMACKKKKK! “WHOOOOO!” Zyon backs away, doubling over while clutching his beet red chest. “Hawke you suck!” One front row fan screams, actually getting the arrogant champ’s attention. The technical masterpiece can only smile as he turns his attention back toward the challenger who throws a SUPERKICK TOWARD HAWKE!!!! Bug eyed and out of sync Hawke gets his hands up just in time, latching on to the foot. “That was a close one.” King passively says. Hawke preparing to teach Zyon a lesson spins the rookie around before advancing right INTO A SNAPPPPPPPP DROPKICK!!!!! “YESSSSSSSS!” The crowd freaks out as both of Zyon’s feet crush into the chest of the cocky champion knocking his breath away! Both men fall to the canvas, Zyon lies back first staring up at the lights. Hawke falls to the mat rolling around gasping for breath while clutching his chest. Again doing his job referee Nick Soapdish is forced to turn to the dreaded ten count… One… Two… Three… Four… Five… Zyon begins to stir knowing that the dropkicks could have just changed the momentum in the match…or delayed the inevitable. Six… Seven… The Unique Youth sits up before getting back to his feet. Zyon refuses to let Hawke rest so he forces the champion back to his feet before whipping him across the ring and into the turnbuckle….HARD! The Dean staggers out of the turnbuckle clutching his back leaving himself open for a super kick that lands FLUSH on the champ’s chin. Like a human bobble head Hawke crashes to the mat with his eyes switching from being in focus to being incredibly out of focus. The force from the impact actually knocks Zyon back into the ropes, which graciously holds the challenger up. Seeing the fallen champion excites Zyon to the point of head to the outside and ascending the turnbuckle!!! “HAWKE MOVE!!!!” King screams. Zyon though can barely get to the top before clutching his shoulder trying to get the blood pumping again. This of course can only lead to destruction as Hawke pulls himself back to his feet. And like a vulture eyeing it’s prey, Hawke flies toward Zyon and runs up the turnbuckle before hugging the youth and throwing him off with a WICKED BELLY TO BELLY SUPAPLEX!!!!! “Oh my god…” Pete is shocked. The sound of clapping can be heard in the background from the amazed crowd as Zyon’s eyes have a glossy look to them. Winded, Hawke crawls toward the battered challenger knowing the amazing counter was nothing, but HIGH IMPACT! The champ makes it over to Zyon and plops down on to the motionless challenger… ONE!!!! TWO!!!! KICKOUT! “NEAR FALL…bullshit!” King is aggravated and he’s not even competing. Hawke’s head snaps up at the ref with a look of “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Soapdish though calmly throws the two fingers signaling that it was indeed a two count. The Dean of Professional Wrestling returns to the class he is teaching by forcing Zyon back to his feet and bending him over. Hawke points at the turnbuckle and rushes forward picking up speed before releasing Zyon whose shoulder seems aimed for the turnbuckle. With wild eyes Hawke can only watch pleased with himself before he notices that Zyon just leaped to the top rope….oh yeah. Quickly, Zyon leaps backward corkscrewing through the air beautifully before landing on top of a stunned Hawke!!! “He’s got him!” Pete swears. ONE!!!! TWO!!! Kickout! “Oh thank you god…or Hawke whatever he prefers.” King just gave Jay the ultimate compliment. The tempo in the match begins to rise as Zyon rolls off the champion and back to his feet. Hawke also gets back to his feet as he is quickly met with a right hand. Hawke though fires back with one of his own! Zyon though retaliates and shoots back with a stunning right hand. Following up the deadly right hand, the cruiserweight leaps into the air wrapping both legs around Hawke’s head and snapping him over with a hurricarana! Unable to add the cradle the momentous youth rises back to his feet as Hawke sits up in confused state. Giving Zyon the opening he needs the challenger runs off the ropes and charges toward Hawke before smashing his face with a basement dropkick!!!! Hoping Hawke was KO’ed from the latest blow Zyon tries to win the match! ONE! TWO! Kickout! “Face it! Zyon you can shoot Hawke if you want, the Dean will not give up his title to you!” King desperately wants the home audience to believe there will not be a title change tonight. Once again the youth is forced to take advantage of the moment by rubbing his shoulder trying to work the kinks out. Hawke ascends back to his feet staggering around looking to finish Zyon off, but he forgets something. It is the challenger that currently has the advantage! Zyon wraps his arm around his opponent’s before whipping him into the ropes, ducking his head as Hawke comes tumbling back. The youth uses the momentum to lift Hawke on to his back and just SLAM him to the mat with a Samoan drop followed by the immediate cover! ONE! TWO!!!! Kickout! Again Hawke kicks out angering the percentile that is cheering for Zyon to win the match. Of course that would probably 99 percent, but hey who is the one percent? “C’mon Hawke he is not in your league.” Ahhhh, King you’ve got to love him. The impact from the Samoan drop visibly and physically has a negative effect on the left shoulder of Zyon. Regardless the wreckless youth exits the ring and ascends the turnbuckle perching himself, waiting…. “LET’S GO ZYON!!!” The cheers are louder than ever as Hawke letting it all get to his wonders around the ring aimlessly before feeling the impact of a chest caving missile dropkick!!!! Every action counts as the youth plops on top of Hawke for the cover… ONE!!!! TWO!!!!! Kickout! Zyon pulls his hair back bewildered eyes telling the story that many have faced before. When the title is on the line, Hawke simply refuses to lose. The Dean finds himself being forced to his feet by the Unique Youth who attempts to scoop Hawke up, but the unpredictable champion slides down the back of his opponent when the hurt shoulder of Zyon gives in to the weight. Knowing the TIME IS NOW, Hawke wraps Zyon’s arm behind his own back, completing the first step of the chickenwing!!!! GASP! The crowd goes silent as Zyon reaches back into history and wraps his arm around the champ’s head and tries to take the Dean over with a snapmare, but Hawke’s positioning is much better than Smarkdown’s! Inching closer and closer to trapping his other arm over Zyon’s face Hawke’s adrenaline pumps up to full volume, before watching as Zyon collapses on to his rectum…countering the Wing Span with a stunner!!!!!!! “HE COUNTERED IT!!!!!” Pete is alive indeed. “This can’t be…” King is worried… Both men are once again plastered across the canvas like a work of disastrous art. Zyon currently rolls around on the mat clutching his shoulder that was pinned against his back before the stunner counter. And Hawke…well he can’t get a grip on what just went wrong. For crying out loud the snapmare didn’t work…what was left? Soapdish amazed at the two men starts his count… One… Two… Three… Four… Five… Six… “LET’S GO ZYON!” Seven… Eight… Zyon sits up stopping the count. The youngster breathing heavily has a difficult time pulling himself up, but he succeeds anyway. Sweat dripping from all pores the youth staggers trying to grip on his situation. He was just seconds from either tapping or having his shoulder torn apart…or maybe both. Zyon attempts to lift Hawke up and after a moment of tensing up the youth succeeds again…before having his eyes raked. “BOOOOOOO!” The jeering has resumed, but Hawke ignores what he views as those below him…just like Zyon. Blinded Zyon swings wildly at Hawke who slowly moves under his opponent locking him in a reverse front face lock before dropping out with a reverse DDT on to his knee…. modified. The modification comes from the fact that Hawke places the points of his knee into the shoulder blade of his weakened opponent. Hawke collapses on top of the challenger hoping he’ll just give up… ONE! TWO!!! Kickout! And Hawke’s hope just went up in flames. The International champ flounders back to his feet reminding himself to lift Zyon up too. Hurting and aching Hawke has become uncharacteristically lazy as he weakly whips Zyon into the ropes, and the youth comes back with a HALF MOON moonsault!!! Tired and mentally winded Hawke watches Zyon fly through the air before stepping forward and catching the youth! Taking a step back Hawke regains his balance and drops the challenger across his knee with a magnificent shoulder breaker!!!!! Zyon falls to the mat, rolling around clutching his shoulder like he has just been shot. Again going out of character the International champ begins to ascend the turnbuckle causing the excited crowd to set their cameras. “What is he planning?” Pete wonders aloud. The International champ perches himself on the top rope before leaping spreading his arms out and diving on to the left shoulder of his opponent with a kamikaze headbutt!!! The crowd can feel the impact as many in the front row actually jump back on impact. Hawke visualizing the victory celebration climbs on top of Zyon’s motionless body! ONE!!!! TWO!!!! Kickout! “YEAHHHHHHHHH!!!” Getting his shoulder up, Zyon has truly disturbed the International champion! “There is nothing left of that shoulder Jay, apply the Wing Span!” King pleads. Pete explains, “King he has tried. It is much easier said than done. Just look at them both, they have been taken to the max and beyond…and I’m loving it!” “Hmph…” That is all King can get out…my god this really is Genesis. Hawke dazed and confused grabs Zyon as both men get to their feet. The champion trying to put together the high impact whips Zyon into the ropes and drops his head…too early! The youth ambitiously places Hawke in a head scissor…. “NO!!!!” King squeals… “OMGYEAHGHHHHHHH!!” The crowd immediately freaks as the youth uses both arms to lift the International champion into the air vertically. Pulsating, Zyon’s shoulder has been taken beyond its limits…but he has to. Using his left arm as the cradle Zyon leaps to the air and absolutely SPIKES HAWKE DOWN WITH THE FINAL HOUR!!!!!!!!! “Oh my god….!” Pete says as the veteran Hawke just made the mistake of a life time, leading to his demise! Zyon rolls Hawke on to his back before going for the cover!!!! ONE!!!!!! TWO!!!! THREEEEEEEEKICKOUT!!!!! “WHAT!!!!!” Pete shouts. “Hawke is….wonderful.” King praises. The crowd can only look on in shock as they expected a new champion, and in one spasm of his shoulder Hawke halted those expectations. Zyon looks up into the sky… “Don’t give up kid…” Pete’s out of breath… But the youth can’t help, but think about just giving up. The stage was set and the error was made…the match was his DAMNIT! Villains aren’t supposed to have heart…but then there goes Jay Hawke breaking the mold. Rising to his feet Zyon exits out to the apron and begins to stomp his feet madly! “YEAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!” The crowd uber excited watches as the Zyon they have grown accustomed to has returned for the moment. The pain flowing through his body poisoning his hopes of winning the match is gone and now the Unique one makes his move. The champion drowned in his own pain wonders around noticing a figure leaping his way via springboard! Zyon locks his legs around Hawke and gets DRIVEN STRAIGHT TO HELLL…POWER BOMB FOOL! “GASPPPPPP!” The crowd has just had the air in their sails taken from them…think how Zyon feels. The youth’s face a pale purple looks to have seen his future…as Hawke falls on him for the cover… ONE!!!! TWO!!!! THREEEKICKOUT! “Give me…no give Hawke a break. He deserves it. The International title is Hawke’s property damnit.” King pleads with the heavens. The amazing counter wasn’t enough to stop the youth, but it did tilt the momentum in the favor of the prince of technical wrestling. However, the Patron Wrestler of Athens (breaking it out old school) refuses to die! Hawke obviously gets to his feet first before carefully lifting Zyon unwillingly to his feet. The youth instinctively fires off an incredibly…weak left hand that Hawke takes as a gift while he rides Zyon down to the mat with a FUJIWARA ARMBAR!!!!!!!! “He locked it in…YES!” King’s now raspy voice excites those rooting for Jay Hawke.

Mine went to 11,663 so yeah quite a bit of quantity on the show me thinks. I'm sure it will be quality stuff though.

MAIN EVENT SWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP "Deathwish" Danny Williams (SWF World Heavyweight Champion) v. El Luchadore Magnifico -ELM. Seems like it would be perfect. Active heel champ leading the fed. SINGLES MATCH "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins v. "The Superior One" Tom Flesher -Spike, I'm thinking. SINGLES MATCH Landon "La Cucaracha" Maddix v. "Urban Legend" Todd Cortez -Landon. The guy just formed a stable and has to set the example of being a leader. And well Todd got the girl so Maddix should get the "W." SWF INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP "The Dean of Professional Wrestling" Jay Hawke (SWF International Champion) v. Zyon -You guys do. SWF HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP HOUSE RULES: WE DESTROYED IT ONCE AND WE CAN DO IT AGAIN MATCH Bruce Blank (SWF Hardcore Champion) v. JJ Johnson -JJ Johnson just cause a victory here is huge for him especially with all the momentum he has. SINGLES MATCH TORU v. Marcus "The Mastermind" Ward -TORU cause he's foreign and stuff. SWF WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS TWO ON TWO MATCH Wild and Dangerous (Wildchild and Johnny Dangerous, SWF World Tag Team Champions) v. The Crimson Skull and Ghost Machine -The miracle team (Cause thats what they'll need.) TRIPLE THREAT MATCH FOR #1 CONTENDERSHIP TO THE SWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP Akira v. Manson v. Devon Walters -Akira...sorry but the movie has more MANSONOSITY than Manson.

Here we go. I'll actually comment on the show while displaying my agitation at the main event. MULTI TASKING IS SOOOO COOL! Anyway... Bruce Blank segment guest starring JJ Johnson? Fun little segment here. Great stuff to set up a possible match at Genesis and Bruce is a pretty funny guy. But I marked when JJ Johnson laid him out. All that was missing was Chris Tucker walking up and screaming You got knocked da fuck out. Man on a mission starring Spike Jenkins. I fall in love with this angle more and more. I love how Spike in all his hatred for CC (mostly Flesher, but still) finds himself a pawn in the game all for a World Title shot and stuff. The Genesis match should be fantastic. Flesher segment Straight to the point segment. Building to Flesher and Jenkins. Crimson Skull vs. Scott Pretzler OMG a Ghost Machine reference. Pretzler controls with his Boring offense until Heff makes his presence known. And then Skull loses by spraying himself with an aerosol can...fantastic. But don't worry Skull goes from Crimson to Incredible and smashes Pretzler to pieces. Short match with some interesting developments. Cucaracha Internacional????? Maddix and his crew got off to a tough start so the leader had to step in and give out an ole' fashioned pep talk. Pretty good segment and silent killer JJ is cool and Jay Hawke questioning the name is great. TKO vs. Ward and Danny Fucking Williams...or not. Awesome mystery partner....or not. Well still cool partner, but its the sneak Bruce Blank. Nice little tag match, nothing spectacular, but it was solid. Ending was cool and Bruce's heel stuff was great. Hawke takes jobbers to school only to have himself suspened. Like I said great segment from Hawke furthering the Hawke/Zyon feud. Hawke's arrogance caught up with him and Zyon's underdog surprise got him the three in the "workout" extravaganza. Smarkdown and Genesis is left. Maddix vs. Walters Good match that put Walters over and Maddix's fun yet heel, determined character over. Match starts with Maddix being Karma handled, until an eye rake. The big man/little man dynamic was used brilliantly here. The whole match Maddix worked his ass off to get Walters down, and that showed at the end. Wildchild segment. Fuck Wildchild...just kidding. I'll get to my views on that later. The segment put over why WC is blind to Johnny's actions. The no mention of their opponents or tag titles is quirky, but from my understanding as of late thats W&D... And now we have Montreal. Ok my view on the match first. Great match. From my scanning it looked like Spike and Zyon were put over better this time around. But I must ask BEAUTY AND THE BEAST! Ok thats just really stupid. I got a chuckle out of it in card description, but in the results, seriously c'mon. Anyway one Pete quote got me "The challengers are putting up a better fight that they did last week." Ouch. We are doing better against two people than one. I don't have to explain the flaw do I? But I do agree we were written in a better light and the ending put us over since W&D had to win with help. Now for the other stuff. Ok it was a great match and yes Spike and I were outwritten. I sent my match late to Spike and he was busy, I'll take quite a bit of the responsibility for that since time hasn't been kind to me when it comes to the SWF, lately. BUT Spike (and myself, got the exact same PM that was sent to Spike) got two PM's from Mike saying W&D drop the title. Now after havig Spike explain a few things to me Spike got screwed over big time by these happenings. Also a last minute audible should be frowned upon. I see Toxx's point, but Spike is right. We were told we were going to have the belts dropped to us and that is what should be expected. The thing that gets me is the audible simply cause I'm sure W&D didn't take into consideration what COULD have been in planning. Who's to say me and Spike didn't start planning new things with our tag team, or how the tag title could effect Spike/Flesher's feud. No when it came down to it all that mattered was W&D and that isn't right. Yes the match was good and we were outwritten, but saying one thing, that one thing that messes with angles (Spike's in particular) and that one thing that could set in motion different plans and angles, but then for people (mainly W&D, maybe Mike was in on it) to audible without even telling their opponents is for lack of a better term, stupid. Realize I'm a bit more understanding than Spike only because I didn't lose as much as he did because of the audible, and that I think that still being kinda new I shouldn't being making enemies by saying Fuck certain people. But I am a bit ticked at what happened, and I'm sure someone (maybe Muzz, don't know him well enough but by his posts) may jump in and say its just a game (in his own little way of course). And I agree, its like playing Halo and having someone look at your screen the whole time or playing sports and have someone foul you constantly and it doesn't get called because the opponents paid the ref off. Basically this is fun, but I think competition, programs, putting people over, etc. adds to SWF's F.U.N and W&D simply broke and agreement, which isn't cool. And that not trying to be funny by quoting Carlito thats how I feel about the situation. Oh well....

Why do I feel like a football player on a team that just called an audible, but didn't hear it? Anyway good lockdown. I'd like to personally think Hawke for writing that segment which I had no part in and that he's lead this feud along nicely. I'll probably get a more in depth review later after I figure something out.