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1. Toxx- He's the champ, puts together angles, and is consistantly awesome. He's probably one of the better main event champions since ELM's run with the title. 2. Wildchild- Akira you missed this guy. He's really good with little weaknesses. It's basically a tie between him and number three... 3. Tom Flesher- He sucks. 4. Bruce Blank- Ditto Akira's comments. 5. Gabriel and Landon- I think Gabriel is the better writer, but Landon has the best character in the fed in my opinion. Two straight posts that are on topic, lolz or whatever.

Doesn't matter, I'm probably not showing. And if I do it won't be up to par. Work sucks.

The problem is that Jimmy hasn't boasted about his title reigns or what not while Bruce, joking or not has bragged about his hardcore title reign, which included many wins over no shows. Basically they both owned the no shows, it's just that one person (once again joking or not) was bragging about it, which can lead to spite from others. And Drea simply corrected Bruce and he retaliated with an unneccesary shot at Drea, and when he got called on it and rightfully so, he backed into the "well you all do it to me" stuff, but I already covered the reason why above. Yeah, the internet is some serious business let me tell you.

Could have done without that last part, Spike. Zyon-Trying to keep the peace since 8/6/06...word.

That's tellin them Spike, *SIGH* I guess I'll return the favor. Bruce... http://forums.thesmartmarks.com/index.php?...c=78559&hl= ...that would be Spike's most effort in ages, ok five months ago, but still. See Spike I got your back even though that's really just proving Bruce's point, which really isn't having your back at all. Kidding aside, I still find that losing match of Spike's to be quite good and quite underrated. Oh and Aftershoxx...dude the bra and panties match even sucked.

So is the only thing insteresting about myself is half the fed.

You could have PM'ed me the match and I would had finished it. Remember you're the one who said you would write it and I had nothing to worry about. Oh and family more important than Zyon...blasphemy.

Really cool. Short and really good. These are the type of promos I enjoy reading as a reader. Awesome stuff.

You all do realize we are writing imaginary wrestling matches, right? So nobody can say "Oh Burn" with a straight face...unless your Manson. *MANSONALITY!!!* ... *OH BURN!!* I want to see it happen. Manson vs. Spike. Book it.

How come when they are ridiculously close, I always seem to lose, heh. Anyway good show and stuff.

Rush fucking Hadrian!!!

Here ya go. I liked it, but not quite up to my standards. I liked the story, but I didn't have time to write it the way I wanted. The finish is also rushed and poorly written, but I did shake some rust off. Congrats Hawk that is not Jay. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Floating through the infinite darkness of time and space are the type of objects that many cherish as a valuable. Twisting into the shadows along with the treasures are the little things that make life so great. Tonight the difference between a treasure and a forgettable item begins to blend along with creation itself. A world that as of this moment is null and void. A world that has progressed much past it’s peak. A world that has one last gasp of air before it’s swallowed by the doom that surrounds us all. That place is here. “SWF! SWF! SWF!” “King, listen to these rowdy survivors that escaped the end of the world as we know it.” Mak begins, “And our next match should be quite the contest as Axis member, Trent Hawk faces off against the Unique Youth.” The Franchise explains. “Well…mmmmm this is good…oh yeah the match. Hawk who is a new comer to this fed has been pimped as the Axis’ muscle, and I believe he has all the tools to overcome that foolish spot monkey. Zyon should just drop his pursuit of honor or better yet just retire. He should just get out now, or his next battle with the likes of one Michael Cross could be his last.” The Gambling Man muffles grimly before making another comment, “Oh and good lord is this meat good. It’s orgasmic.” “Umm, King. It’s a cow’s penis.” Mak’s words reach the Suicide King much more than any chair shot he’s ever taken. In an instant, the crippled Franchise has just overtaken the arrogant Gambling Man whose skin has gone a pasty white. Suddenly, Mak whips out a cup, and refuses to pass up this chance. “King, if you’re going to spew…spew in a cup.” As the royal commentator loses his dinner off camera, on camera the lights in the arena begin to dim as “Cult of Personality” by Living Color erupts over the newly installed speakers in the back of the restaurant. Busting through the swinging doors, the muscle of the Axis squad stares at those who enjoy their meals coldly, before continuing down his path to the ring. Expending the energy to jaw with the thousands that have some how found room inside the infinite restaurant, Trent Hawk simply ignores the cursing that is aimed directly at him…along with the expensive bill that is thrown his way for one cheeseburger. A bill that the young Axis member is never going to pay, which earns his this… “YOU SUCK!!” …From one of the employees while another individual uniformed with standard fast food clothing, speaks from a mic located at the front of the counter. His name tag reads FUNYON…yes in all capitals. “Coming to the ring, hailing from Hollywood, California. Weighing in at 243 lbs, he is a member of the Axis. This is TRENT HaaaaaaaaaWWWWWKKKKK!!!” The sound of his name over the intercom launches the new comer into a form of verbal self-promotion that ends with the words “I’m better than all of you.” Obviously, the guy isn’t looking to make friends, and it’s even more clear that tonight he is ready to take down the Unique Youth. Rolling into the ring, Hawk patiently stretches out against the ropes while he waits for his opposition. And he won’t have to wait long. “I’M BORN!” The familiar words appear over the always changing menu as “Vitamin” by Incubus soothes the customers while they chow down. The older folk’s peace and serenity is soon interrupted by the rest of the population who choose to erupt at the sighting of the former Cruiserweight Champion. Scanning the audience with child like innocence, Zyon quickly bolts down the entrance ramp, as he rolls into the ring, and into the face of Trent Hawk. An Axis member. An associate of Michael Cross. An enemy. Respecting the rules of the professional company that created his celebrity, Zyon takes a step back away from the boiling Trent Hawk, allowing Funyon to do his job. “And his opponent, hailing from Elkhart, Indiana. Weighing in tonight at an even 200 lbs. He is the Unique Youth, ZYYYYON!!!!” The confident youth skips his usual taunt, refusing to take his eyes off a friend of his enemy. Both men hop around in place while the buzz from the audience reaches an intense climax before referee Ken Masters signals for the bell. DING! DING! DING! “Both men look to have hate in their eyes tonight, and I would believe this is the first time these two have ever met, outside of last shows brawl.” “Mak, you’re really looking into this too much. It’s quite simple really. Zyon is going to use his spotty offense against that brute with potential. And you know what’s going to happen? The so called Unique Youth will get plastered by this rookie, who I believe wants this much more than Zyon.” Strong words from the otherwise immature Gambling Man. Stomping out of his corner, Hawk looks to immediately crush the youth with a charging lariat, which Zyon easily ducks out of the way of. Keeping the former Cruiserweight Champion on his toes, the Axis member quickly recovers with a massive spinning back fist that connects to the cheek of his young opponent. Stammering against the ropes for refuge, Zyon rubs his now swollen cheek, unsuspecting of the vicious knee that was just planted into his sternum!! Latching on to the youth’s arm, Hawk Irish whips Zyon across the ring, which is a blessing in disguise for the Unique Youth. Diving feet first on to the middle rope, the crafty cruiserweight lunges backward with a corkscrew cross body that lands perfectly into the body of one Trent Hawk… …Into the unforgiving arms of the Axis member. Struggling to break free of his poor position, Zyon is unable to save himself from the rookie who tosses the youth backward with a fall away slam! “YEEEEAAAAHHHH!” However, from the sound of things not everything went to plan for Hawk. Realizing that Zyon was able to add an extra twirl to the fall away slam, which placed the youth safely on his hands and knees, Hawk turns and EATS a forearm shot to the face!!! *CRACK!* “Fantastic agility shown by Zyon who was able to land on all fours as opposed to landing on his back. And because of that, he now looks to have the upper hand.” Mak cheers the babyface of the battle on. Continuing his onslaught against his larger opposition, Zyon drives his foot into the sternum of Trent Hawk before trapping him in a front face lock. With the muscle of the Axis stunned, the youth unknown for his strength, snaps that heavyweight up and over with a snap suplex and the cover. ONE! Kickout!! “While I am surprised Zyon actually got the brute up and over for that snap suplex, I am not even shocked by the outcome. The suplex was relatively weak and if I didn’t know better, I would say that being on the offensive has taken some of the youth’s energy as if he was on the defensive.” Suicide King explains, proving that he can be just as smart as Mak when it comes to commentating. Exiting on to the ring apron, Zyon prepares to reach into the real meat and potatoes of his offense as he waits for Hawk to reach his feet. Once the heavyweight has gathered himself to a vertical base, the youth takes off, springing off the top rope with a missile dropkick aimed at the chest cavity of his larger opponent. Then again, no matter how good one’s aim is, it’s almost impossible to hit a moving target with something as narrow as a missile dropkick! *CRASH!* Smacking the canvas stomach first, Zyon gasps as the air is driven out of his lungs by the impact… *CRACK!* …And then by the boot that connects with his right lung. Taking the momentum from the boot in stride, Zyon rolls back to his feet, and into a blind charge toward his rookie opposition. Sticking his arm out for a running lariat, Zyon refuses to act disappointed when the behemoth that he is trying to take down ducks under the shot as if he was playing with a child. Yeah, child’s play. Once again, Zyon feels it his duty to prove to the world that he shouldn’t be taken lightly as he lunges on to the middle rope, leaping backward with his elbow pointed in the direction of Trent Hawk. Using his brute strength to stop the youth in his tracks, Hawk catches Zyon, and fluidly transitions the stunning grab with a high angle back suplex counter!!! “WOW! Hawk is really showing Zyon up in the early going. Perhaps his mind is to infatuated with Michael Cross.” King scoffs at that idea, “Mak, quit making excuses for him. He’s being beaten worse that Spike beat you when he crippled you. So far Zyon’s ULTRA COOL AND EXCITING OFFENSE…stupid really, has been demolished by Hawk’s strength. And you tell me, Mak. What is Zyon without his high flying offense.” “Hmmmm…yeah, he’s pretty much screwed.” Mak must even submit to the Gambling Man’s point. Clutching the back of his head, Zyon is “helped” to his feet by his radical opponent, who Irish whips the youth across the ring and into the ropes. Bouncing back toward Hawk, Zyon’s eyes grow, frightened by the enlarged foot that is almost imprinted into his pretty boy looks. Almost. Sliding under the boot attempt, Zyon pops back to his feet, which not only refuels his confidence, but it also brings the crowd back into the match. With the people well behind him in his quest to demolish this beast, Zyon leaps into the air, and with perfect timing, wraps his legs around Hawk’s head just as the heavyweight turns around to face the Unique Youth. Moving his hands so that they are located under the youth’s legs, Hawk explodes, firing the youth into a back flip, which flat out interrupts the hurricarana attempt. Using his amazing athleticism, Zyon lands graciously on his feet to the surprise of nobody in the enlarged restaurant… …Including Trent Hawk…oh crap. *CRACK!* Floundering to the canvas, a victim of a massive boot to the face, Zyon swiftly picks himself back up to his feet. Shaking away the cobwebs constructed by that brain rattling boot to the face, Zyon looks to strike back with a lowered shoulder charge aimed at Hawk’s sternum. And unlike the missile dropkick attempt, Hawk doesn’t have the time to move…so it should be easy pickings, right? Right????? Oh so wrong. Halting the Unique Youth in the middle of his dramatic charge, Hawk counters the attack with a devastating gutwrench suplex toss that sends Zyon crashing to the mat in a puddle of disappointment!!!! “King, all that brute had to do was lock both hands around the youth’s waist…and that was enough to stop the tenacious cruiserweight. Cross has really found himself a winner in this character.” The Franchise compliments the man who looks to be on a mission. Grinning from ear to ear, Hawk poses for the audience who respond in kind… “BOOOOOOOO!!!” The jeering doesn’t affect Hawk in the slightest; if anything it fuels the new comer brought to us from the heelish city of Hollywood, California. With the ropes assisting him back to his feet, Zyon leaps from his lowered state into the air with a high angle dropkick that actually knocks the big man backwards!!! Continuing his attack from a lowered position, Zyon lunges feet first at the bigger Hawk, clipping his right leg with a basement dropkick. Collapsing to one knee, Zyon bounces off the near ropes before HAVING HIS HEAD TAKEN OFF BY A LEAPING CLOTHESLINE performed by the amazing Trent Hawk! Rolling on to his side in a weaken heap of what he used to be, Zyon finds the weight of his opponent pressing him to the mat with a lateral press. ONE! TWO!! Kickout!!! Popping his shoulder off the canvas, Zyon tries his damnest to fight through the pain that has been presented to him by this particular Axis member. Grabbing the youth by his lengthy brown hair, Hawk pulls the Unique Youth into the always painful inverted atomic drop that affects the youth the same way it affects all males. Continuing his objective to lock the youth down with pain and punishment, Hawk slams the youth to the canvas with a much better snap suplex than the one performed by Zyon earlier in the contest!! Popping back to his feet while the youth remains on the canvas, Hawk places his boot and begins to grind it into the face of his opponent, showing complete disrespects for the former Cruiserweight Champion. “BOOOOOOO!!” Hidden under the jeers from the crowd would be Zyon’s whispering screams that excite the Axis member. Hoisting the youth back to his feet after grinding away some of his face with his boot, Hawk forces the youth into the nearby ropes, and when Zyon bounces back, trips him to the canvas with a drop toe hold. Showing off his quickness one more, Hawk bounces off the near ropes himself, and just as Zyon’s face rises from the canvas… *CRACK!* …Does he plant his knee into that very same face! Cowering to the canvas with his hands covering his face, Zyon is unable to move out of the way of 243 pounds that collapses on him in the form of an elbow drop. Holding his hand into the air, Hawk counts along with the ref… ONE! TWO!! Kickout!!! Glaring at referee Ken Masters and the two fingers he holds up, Hawk takes a moment to jaw with the ref…and then with the audience. “Well Hawk has shown me two things tonight. One, he’s a fantastic athlete and two he really isn’t a people’s person.” Mak comments on Hawk’s social abilities or lack there of. Nonchalantly lifting the youth to his feet, Hawk makes a grave mistake indeed. Lowering his guard, the Axis member feels a sharp pain overcome his eyesight as the youth GOUGES THE HELL out of his opponent’s eyes. “What the hell is that, Mak?? Come on! I want to hear you preach about the rules when one of your favorites break those very same rules.” With Hawk momentarily blinded, Zyon wraps himself around the stunning heavyweight, dropping him on his face with the Decline!!!! “Zyon’s version of a reverse Russian Leg Sweep, otherwise known as a Flatliner. Nothing spotty about that!” Rolling out to the ring apron as the crowd behind him chants his name, Zyon bolts to the top rope with a spring board, extending his legs so that they crush the opposition across the back of his neck with a spring board leg drop!!! Flipping Trent Hawk on to his back, Zyon takes off for the ropes once more, leaping on to the middle rope, and taking off with his Half Moon moonsault that connects!!! … With the knees of his opponent!!!! “Ha! Poor Zyon. I bet he was saving all of that up for that moment, and then once again has his spotty offense halted by Hawk. This is great!” Clutching his sternum as he backs into the nearest corner, Zyon can only watch as his body is smashed into the turnbuckle by the enormous (by SWF standards) Trent Hawk who squashes the youth with an avalanche splash. Feeling the former Cruiserweight Champion collapse in his arms, Hawk denies the youth the luxury of rest as he tosses the youth across the ring with a high angle hip toss! Skidding across the canvas, Zyon some how pulls himself back to his feet, and sprints down the battlefield with rage sprinkling in his eyes. “Mak take a look at this. I think the spot monkey is a bit embarrassed. What does he plan to do now?” Answering the Gambling Man’s question, Zyon leaps into the air with both hands clasped together to form a club… “He’s looking to cut the big man down to size, but I believe he’s starting at the wrong spot.” Mak thinks out loud while holding out hope for the Unique Youth. …Stopping the youth’s attempted onslaught with ONE HAND, Hawk drives Zyon into the canvas with a modified choke slam that absolutely ruins the youth in front of his fans. Gasping for breath, Zyon pulls himself back to his feet where he meets eye to neck with the larger Trent Hawk. Stabbing the youth with a toe kick to the sternum, Hawk easily hoists the youth into the air for a vertical suplex…and holds him elevated as if he was some trophy. Scissoring his legs, Zyon fights out of the dungeon that Hawk tortures him in, dropping carefully to the canvas. With both hands wrapped around Hawk’s head, Zyon sits out, snapping the heavyweight down with a momentum changing neck breaker!!! “YEEEEAAAAHHHH!” Clutching his neck, Hawk rises back to his feet just as his smaller opponent does the same. Using his speed to his advantage, Zyon forces the Axis member backward with a barrage of punches. Ignoring the plead from Ken Masters to open his fists up, Zyon strikes his opponent until the ropes stops Hawk’s retreating. Driving his knee into Hawk’s sternum, Zyon locks the monstrous figure down with a front face lock, as he leaps on to the second rope, looking for a tornado DDT!!! Swimming off the middle turnbuckle, Zyon forces Hawk into a whirlwind, and unannounced to the youth would be Trent Hawk’s newest position… AKA no longer in a front face lock. …Zyon though continues his rotation until Hawk counters the tornado DDT with a tornado SPINE BUSTAAAA!!! *CRASH!* “OOOOOOOOOOO!” The crowd echoes as Zyon’s eyes nearly fade into the back of his head. Rolling on top of the youth, Hawk hooks the leg… ONE! TWO!! THNO!!!!!! Snapping his shoulder off the canvas, Zyon proves to be quite the pest for SWF’s newest heavyweight. Shaking his head in disgust, Hawk quickly picks the youth up, and quickly pays for his ignorance as the youth shoots his shoulder into the Axis member’s sternum. Latching on to Hawk’s head, Zyon twists his hips, driving the heavyweight to the mat with another neck breaker…this time one out of the shake, rattle, and roll cloth!!! The Unique Youth proves to be quite inefficient when he is unable to cover his larger opponent, but he does the next best thing, and that of course is to get away from the angry giant (once again by SWF standards). “Zyon is in perfect position to win this thing. The crowd is completely behind him, and judging by the way Hawk is getting to his feet, the youth has the position advantage as well.” Mak comments on Zyon’s in ring wit. As the muscle of the Axis rises to his feet, he searches the ring in front of him, and to his surprise there is no little cruiserweight to be found. Of course, by the time he realizes that Zyon is behind him, it’s too late. Lunging at the villain like some super hero, Zyon drives his forearm into the back of his opponent’s neck with a sensational spring board forearm smash…that doesn’t drop the incredible Hawk!!!! Staring at the heavyweight in awe, Zyon leaps into the atmosphere, slicing through the doubled over heavyweight with a rare scissors kick performed by the Unique Youth! Rolling on to the grounded Hawk, Zyon goes for the cover. ONE! TWO!! KICKOUT!!! Powering the youth off, Hawk sits up from his lackadaisical position in the ring as Zyon is already putting the boots to the larger opponent, because let’s face it. Everyone is the same size when they are on the ground. The aggressive Hawk pursues the youth; ignoring the weak kicks that more annoy the Axis member than actually hurt him. And with one last explosion of rage, Hawk hurls the youth into the air; bear hugging his legs on the way to the sky…before cutting off his life stream with a flapjack into the fucking turnbuckle!!!! *CRASH!!!* “Jesus, what a maneuver. I guess we can now see what happens when Trent Hawk is pissed off!” “That’s right Mak. Hell I wouldn’t just fear Trent Hawk. I would fear Ciro and the Cruiserweight Champion as well. The Axis could be a force to be reckoned with.” The Gambling Man spits off. Sticking to the turnbuckle as if it was his Siamese twin, Zyon finds himself using his ears instead of his eyes to defend. While this is quite unnatural for the youth, he knows having the behemoth chase him is the best way to deal with someone who is blinded by their own anger. As the foot steps get louder and louder, and his opponent’s breathing becomes clear, Zyon fires his right foot backward…and prays for everything else to fall into place… … *CRACK!* “YEAHHHHH!!” Clutching his face, stunned by a kick that had no right to actually hit its mark, Trent Hawk takes a step backward, giving Zyon a moment. Just one moment…all the time in the world. Running up the turnbuckle with his back facing the angered heavyweight, Zyon prepares for his signature No Regard corkscrew body attack. Tonight the youth learns that preparation is only part of the puzzle. Pushing the youth’s legs out from under him, Hawk shows Zyon that action is another piece of the jigsaw. Falling uncontrollably into a tree of woe position, Zyon’s arms swim through the air as his head dangles inches away from the canvas. With the blood rushing to his head, Zyon begins to struggle intensely with the spot he finds himself in. His mystical green eyes begin to fade once again as Hawk charges forward with hatred in his eyes as he buries the youth with a leaping elbow that digs into the facial structure of his opponent…who hangs lifelessly in a tree of woe!!!! *BANG!!!* Zyon’s arms lie motionlessly against the canvas as his breathing has slowed down considerably… “Oh man that was bad. Zyon could be completely knocked unconscious from the impact of that move alone.” “And it doesn’t end there, Mak. Not only has Zyon’s spotty offense been voided by Hawk’s brute strength, but he could have broken a few cheekbones in Zyon’s pretty little face. Oh man this is lovely.” Dragging the lifeless cruiserweight out from the tree of woe, Hawk arrogantly covers the youth with ONE FOOT!!! ONE!! TWO!!! THNOOOOO!!! “He really expected to win with that type of cover?” Rolling to his feet, Zyon who looks to have definitely seen better days, answers Hawk’s overbearing arrogance with a step up kick to the back of his neck that quite frankly…HURTS the heavyweight. Then again, not even pain can stop Hawk’s reign of terror as he simply gouges Zyon’s eyes out with his huge paws. Bull rushing the youth against the turnbuckle with his immense frame, Hawk smashes the youth with a single shoulder charge to his chest! While the Unique Youth fights catch the oxygen leaving his standing corpse, Hawk simply lifts the youngster on to the top rope, and actually climbs up after him. As the fans start to buzz over seeing someone Hawk’s size on the top turnbuckle, they begin to realize that this could be the end of Zyon! “LET’S GO ZYON!” The crowd let’s loose as Zyon COMES ALIVE! Jabbing the larger Hawk in the sternum with blatant closed fists, Zyon reaches into the playbook of a few Nottingham natives along with a certain star soccer player’s newest rise to fame. Thrusting his head forward, Zyon drops the Axis member with a head BUTT to his opponent’s chest!!! Descending to the canvas, Hawk crashes to the mat as he gives Zyon another moment to dominate. Just one moment…all the time in the world. “Do it kid!!!” Mak shouts as if Zyon was some over the hill actor playing a boxer or something. Rising to his feet, beating off the cramps, bruises, and swelling throughout his body, Zyon dives off the ropes with his amazing finishing move. Everything has to come to an end sometime…even the world. And even a brilliant rookie…in one last FINAL FLASH!!!! … … … *CRASH!!!* “OH NO!!!” Mak cries out as the Suicide King giggles in the background. “See Mak. That’s been the story of this match. Everytime Zyon gains any sort of momentum he’ll foolishly go back to his spotty offense, and that’s when Hawk demolishes his hopes and dreams. Hawk has Zyon’s spots scouted so well that it’s just a matter of time now. I mean the kid just missed his BIG SPOT! It’s over!” Dejected, Zyon pulls himself off the canvas as he meets the angry eyes of the competitor opposite of him. Realizing that he could be in for some beating, Zyon bounces off the near ropes, thrusting both legs forward in another attempt to cash in on his spotty offense with the SNAP front dropkick! And just like any other time the youth went to the river, he comes back with no aqua as the devilish Hollywood native slams him to the canvas with a modified power bomb…FOOL! Zyon’s head bounces off the canvas as Hawk looks to finish this film…it’s time for the CREDITS TO ROLL BABY!! Powering the into a power bomb position, Hawk quickly realizes he has underestimated the youth’s heart, which is much larger than his body. Spinning behind the Axis member, so that he is now in an electric chair position, Zyon delivers some vicious elbows to the neck of his opponent. Hawk begins to lose his balance to the point where he almost drops Zyon over the top rope, but the youth locks his legs around his opponent’s neck, choking the life out of his. “What is this???” King questions. As the heavyweight begins to lose his balance and his vision begins to blur does Zyon finally move into one final spot…a submission. Unlatching his legs, the youth slithers to the canvas, taking Hawk to the ground, fujiwara style. Scissoring the arm, Zyon begins to tug back on his opponent’s damaged neck. Yeah damaged. Refusing to let Hawk forget that while his spots didn’t work all the time, the one’s that did were all aimed at one focal point…the neck. This isn’t a final flash…this is a culmination of hard work and fighting through the pain…even when you realize that you are outmatched. Even Hawk won’t deny that he was the better man, but all it takes is a moment… …And a clear vision of your career ending to realize you have all the time in the world…if…you…just… …. TAP TAP TAP!!! DING DING DING! “The winner, the UNIQUE YOUTH ZYYYON!!!” Rolling out of the ring to “Vitamin” by Incubus, Zyon marches his way to the back with one man on his mind…Michael Cross. It’s not over…not by a long shot. FADE!

You guys are making things too complicated. I'm not demanding anything. It's just that Raynor or anyone else in position of power has yet to state that the title match will be at the PPV. And like I said, if some of us knew from the start that it was going to be at the PPV, some of us wouldn't even had bothered. And it still hasn't been stated if it's at the PPV. And everything else was a suggestion. It's true I would feel a bit punished since it's an OPEN INVITATIONAL. Everyone is invited, no matter the situation. Of course, like I said, if it was already stated that it would be at the PPV, some of us wouldn't even had bothered. And yeah, I'll happily drop out of the match for the angle. And to be honest, I do find this angle more important than the title. I helped (along with Cross and Akira) build and plan this angle, so of course I'll be more appreciative of that than some thrown together match just so we can say we have a champion. But whatever, it really doesn't matter, cause this is like ya know...imaginary and all.

I disagree. I don't see how it's greedy at all when some of us have sat up an angle months in advanced even before Aecas quit. The point is that this is an open invitational, which means open to anyone who wants to participate. Also like I already said, if it was announced previously that it was to take place at the PPV some of us wouldn't even of bothered. However, it was never officially announced as so. Personally, I would like to see the crowning on Lockdown or Smarkdown, where it will main event and get all the recognition instead of being overshadowed by Toxx and whoever his opponent will be (JJ?). It's not about being greedy or having someone's cake (mmmm cake) but really its just about people wanting to take a shot at winning the title, no matter what their actual chances are, which is what makes this an open invitational. Not a title match for people who have nothing to do for the PPV. Of course, non of this is really up to me, but thats just how I feel.

Why do a tag match for a singles title? And I don't see why some of us who planned for the PPV well before Aecas decided to quit should be punished by not getting a chance in an open invitational. That and it was never originally said the title match would be at the PPV. Maybe telling us before hand that it was at the PPV would have eliminated a few of the competitors. And this Cybernetico thing while a cool idea would not be right for this ideal situation. Maybe if there were stables or something.

Well some of us may already have plans for the PPV, so I'm one that doesn't like the crowning of the champion at Ground Zero. As for the match it doesn't really matter to me, I guess.

Despite the outcome of Cross/Zyon II. I would like to be in the IN match. Rather I deserve it or not could be in question (two straight no shows) but it would be fun and stuff.

I swear to god, if you throw the octopus into the contendership for the International title, I will write for it. That and I would maybe write for Stryke. And I agree with Spike, just not as hostile. Winning a title is just half the job, defending it would be the other half. I'd say it's just as noble to win the title off a no show and then defend it on shows and PPV's and stuff. But seriously, give the Octopus a shot.

Rubbing the back of his head while staring into the darkness that surrounds the Doomtopian volcano that could erupt at a moment’s notice. Tapping his foot to the beat of the music inside his head, the former number one contender for the World Title stands motionless, glaring into the nether with impenetrable hatred. His eyes refuse to remove the disappointment hidden throughout his frame after falling victim to the Sunny in England. He knew he was maybe a move or two away from transitioning from being the guy that can put on a show to becoming the guy for all intents and purposes…is the fucking show. Destiny???? The youth’s legs weaken slightly as his stomach rumbles from the sick feeling that is slowly on the rise, tearing him apart from the inside. Looking back, he should have seen it all coming. It wasn’t about winning the big one. It wasn’t even about the World Title. It was about keeping to his word…keeping to his dream. The beginning of the night started out the way he wanted it to…controversial. Destiny!!! Realizing that he made of came off a bit bitter during his opening promo for Lockdown, Zyon takes a step back away from the dramatics and realizes that he wasn’t really himself anymore. Maybe he really was losing his grip on reality? Maybe he was becoming what was taught to him in the earlier stages of his career…by that psychopath. “No…” The youth whispers as his most recent fond memory continues to torture his conscience, the conscience that fights to maintain the form it has been in all this time as opposed to transforming into some Hollywood Superstar that he isn’t. A memory that almost made everything Zyon said that night, null and void. As the massed SWF fans chant his name in respect and approval of his efforts, Zyon’s disappoint slowly seems to fade. Michael Stephens offers his hand and after a second’s hesitation Zyon clasps it. The crowd let out a further cheer, and lip-readers might see Stephens wishing his opponent better luck next time… and, to judge by his face, meaning it sincerely. Looking up into the red sky of Doomtopia, Zyon reaches into his pride and pulls out a big glittering pile of humble soup, “I guess he really isn’t the same person. He was able to do what I couldn’t do. He’s content. He’s awake. He’s not Toxxic. He’s Michael Stephens, the man that could have kicked me while I was down, but instead lifted me back up, and shook my hand as if I was his equal. What a guy.” The youth smiles realizing that there are a few good people left in the world, some of which who have been reformed from the dark side if you will. Of course, at times the sides kinda blur a little bit, “What a guy…damnit. I should have been the one helping him up. I should have been the one claiming my place in SWF folklore. It was my…it was my… …Destiny.” Staring into the volcano that could certainly be an outer manifestation of himself, the youth is suddenly delivered a message by some sort of pathetic gargoyle that won’t even stay around and have a chat. Opening the letter, Zyon slowly drifts into the blur that he’s been trying to swim away from. “Dear, Zyon Good show tonight. Your opening promo pulled in one of the larger audiences we’ve had. To be honest I thought giving you a world title shot was quite foolish on my part. I guess I had to throw the dog a bone once awhile. Really, it’s too bad you couldn’t dethrone Michael Stephens. I hate that bastard. However, Michael and yourself should know that you pulled in a great rating for Lockdown. And for that, I shall put your challenge of Michael Cross into consideration. As for Smarkdown…well I feel I should give you the night off. Sincerely, Joseph Peters.” It could have been the hidden arrogance in the letter. It could have been his greed for ratings and money. It could have very well been the “dog” comment. But something made Zyon’s sickness in his stomach grow ten fold as he drops the letter. Clinching his fist and grinding his teeth, the youth can slowly feel himself lose what he has tried his damnest to keep…that being himself. However, that must wait since he…himself has one more thing he must do before going to sleep. He must stop Michael Cross. Turning to walk away, the volcano into the background suddenly erupts shadowing Zyon in a bright orange. Turning to watch the destructive spectacle, Zyon slowly unclenches his hands as he takes a deep breath to calm his nerves. “Yeah, I’ll take care of Cross, and then maybe one day I’ll be able to…” Zyon stops as if losing thought, “…But until then, I think I’ll keep dreaming.” The youth smiles as he walks away, looking forward to using up the energy that is ready to explode. Looking forward to unleashing himself on the world in a massive eruption of youth energy…and just like that volcano. It could burn ya. Fin

I call opening promo.

Thanks for the comments. I'm glad you liked the way I wrote Cross since that's always a plus. And about the commentary thing. I wouldn't have added that in since it took away from some of the actual match. Like I wrote the opening thinking that the promo was already in the show somewhere (which it was) and I later put it in because I was told it wasn't. So that big opening along with the replay of the earlier promo really ate into the actual match. I think both of us were guilty of this, while you wrote a really good match I think the replay of the Akira is injured promo along with your end heel turn cut into the actual match a bit (the wrestling.) As for leading readers down a specific road, I do like to emphasize the main story in the match, but there are plent of side stories that I'll let the reader try to find. Comparing it to a video game RPG's main quest and side quest would be efficient. Once again thanks for the comment and I'm glad you liked my match. As for a possible rematch I'd wait a couple of shows and maybe let me build myself back up. It seems every time I lose a title I get an immediate rematch and I don't really want that this time. So we can clash again sometime, but I'd wait a couple shows.

Comments please. I think it's pretty good for only writing it during my extension. Personally, if I knew the Akira is injured promo was in the actual results, I wouldn't have put it in my match. Oh well, congrats Cross and stuff. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The dust that surrounds the after effects of the hard hitting battle between the Maori Badass and the Ultimate Fighter finally begins to settle as the audience that packs the Nippon Budokan, who were prepared for a battle that has international consequences. They were ready to see a grand spotfest involving two of SWF’s top cruiserweight talents. One, the newly crowned Seoul Survivor who has warmed his fans hearts with his dazzling acrobatics and his artistic mat wrestling. The Divine Wind with a victory tonight would not only earn a SUPER SECRET TOTALLY AWESOME NEW NICKNAME that assures his greatness in the history books of professional wrestling, but he would also leap to the top of the cruiserweight division, definitely earning his right to claim a match for the coveted Cruiserweight Title. However… His opponent is a youngster who has held his international title for close to one year to the day. He is the Patron Wrestler of Athens. This Unique Youth from day one has made it his mission to deliver entertainment in all shapes and sizes. Rather it was killing himself in a duel with his rivals or flying through the air against those he respects, Zyon has always put the crowd in front of his own ambitions. Tonight he was to be rewarded with a chance to listen to the very crowd he loves to perform in front of, chant his SUPER SECRET TOTALLY AWESOME NEW NICKNAME if he could obtain the victory. Two warriors who have battled on numerous occasions were supposed to come in and tear the house down, one more time. The proud American and the crafty Japanese sensation were going to brawl, wrestler, and fly into a contest that would dazzle the audiences with an untouched entertainment factor. It would have been glorious!! However… Due to unforeseen circumstances and an unknown assassin, the beloved Akira Kaibatsu will not be competing tonight. In a horrible scene that showed the competitive Divine Wind in a whole new light, many wonder if time has ran out of the young warrior’s career. Only time will tell… However… Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, a savior has been promoted from bench to starter. He’s been out of action for quite some time due to a variety of injuries that battered him both physically and mentally. This young man came to Tokyo, Japan with the intentions to watch a great match between two of the SWF’s finest. Instead he got one better. Tonight due to the Joseph Peters’ knowledge of all things entertaining (AKA ratings) the battle of international titles will be put on hold indefinitely. Due to fate stepping in, this phoenix will receive in his first match back a Cruiserweight Title shot. This phoenix is made of Iron… “My fears hunt me down Capturing my memories The frontier of loss They try to escape across the street where Jesus stripped bare And raped the spirit he was supposed to nurture In the name of my In the name of my…” “The next contest is schedule for one fall with a sixty minute time limit…AND IS FOR THE SWF CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! First the challenger, returning to us from Detroit, Michigan. Weighing in tonight at 228 pounds, he is…IRON MICHAEL CROSS!!!!!!!” Funyon bellows as the loud background noise of Rage Against the Machine’s “Born of a Broken Man” send a shock through the Nippon Budokan. Welcoming the returnee back with a warm applause and massive cheering, the audience erupts even more when the man himself enters past the mysterious black curtain. Flashing lights of the dark red variant make Cross appear a bit devilish, which isn’t helped by the fact that he completely ignores the crowd’s generally respective applause. “Pretty good reaction for the returning Michael Cross. It’s a damn shame what happened to Akira Kaibatsu, but if anyone were to take his spot, it’s Cross. For those of you unaware, here is some footage of the unfortunate events that unfolded on the young Divine Wind, and what lead to Cross’ biggest singles match of his career.” Mak shouts as the crazy fans behind him pump their hands in a silly attempt to get on camera. --SMARTMARKS WRESTLING FEDERATION’S 13TH HOUR INSTANT RECAP-- “AKIRA!” Mike Cross comes into view now, making his on-screen return for the first time in over 2 months, since taking leave with the federation. The camera pans to the left to see a bloodied and battered Akira Kaibatsu, in full gear, crawling at the feet of ‘Iron’ Mike Cross as Mr. Kobe turns his attention to the locker-room doorway, catching a glimpse of the battered fighter. “What…what happened?!” Kobe, jumping to Akira’s immediate attention lifts him and sets him into a sitting position, blood drizzling from a cut, thick and boldly torn open, atop the Japanese man’s head. “Look…look at these bruises,” the heavily accented Japanese flows from Kobe’s lips as officials and doctors rush to the scene, followed by ‘Iron’ Mike, who left momentarily to get the group of men filing into the room to attend to the fallen Akira, who seems stunned. Akira’s mask lays folded on the floor, damp with fresh blood, having been tossed aside almost instantly by the worried manager. The crowd clears as the voice of SWF Management head, Joseph Peters, immediately demanding that he be given some answers and some space. “What the hell happened here, what is this?” A slight silence proceeds. “…I don’t know.” The first words uttered from the mouth of the Divine Wind, face now covered by a towel as doctors immediately begin cleaning the cut and stitching it, one pierce of the needle at a time as the dark thread weaves its way and folds the seemingly tight skin atop the man’s head together with ease as, for the first time, we now see Kaibatsu unmasked. “One minute I’m there, warming up for my match tonight, the next thing I know I’m sitting here, bewildered and confused.” Suddenly, doctors tear the towel away from the face of young Akira, revealing his true identity, flashing a beam of light into his pupils and telling him to follow their fingers as they move them across his field of vision like a ship across the ocean line. “Any word on his injuries?” Peters waits on the sidelines, anxious to be assured that his match will still go on as planned later in the evening. “Anything…at all?” Hands on his hips, Peters stands over the kneeling doctor, who pauses what he’s doing and turns his head rigidly, looking Peters in the eye. “I’m going to be honest with you,” the sounds in the arena are of a sigh, as they know what’s coming next, “It’s my medical opinion that any injuries possibly sustained tonight in that match could only worsen the condition he’s in. He’s not reacting properly, and I think this man has a concussion.” Peters shakes his head and lets out a disappointing sigh, slapping his hand against his thigh and then immediately running his hand through his hair. “But if you want to send out a worker in this condition, it’s on your head if he suffers anything career ending.” “No…no,” Peters comforting but discouraging voice cuts in as he turns away to walk through the door way with very clear disappointment in his step. “Wait…” Peters turns around to see Akira brushing the doctors away, getting a brief smile out of the stressed businessman, only to be let down again, as he falls to his knees. “Mike…” Akira looks up, apparently in a moment of need. “Fill in for me tonight.” With those brief words, medical attention with a stretcher arrives, as the doctors drag a blood-stained Akira Kaibatsu to his feet, seating him on the stretcher, the room clearing as he leaves, photographers and media relations rushing to the scene. Peters turns around to face Kobe and Cross, both of how look stunned at what’s just happened. “I know you weren’t looking to get in the ring tonight, Mike,” Peters turns, and then pauses, “But I need you to gear up. Can you handle it?” Cross nods, and Peters nods back, opening the door ajar sending a frenzy of flashing cameras and sounds of questions inward until he exits, the door closing with a metallic thud. The screen fades with Mike and Kobe at odds, wondering what’s next. --SMARTMARKS WRESTLING FEDERATION’S 13TH HOUR INSTANT RECAP— “Such a shame. This is a dark cloud indeed for the entire SWF.” Mak finishes. “Please. I bet he was just trying one of those 720 corkscrew moonsalts that all of these cruiser fools attempt on a nightly basis.” The Gambling Man shoots off with a few noticeable individuals mouthing obscenities at the opinion filled announcer. “Even with the lost of the Divine Wind, the SWF naturally receives a gain as well. Before his abrupt exit, the Suicide Machine along with Akira Kaibatsu were at the top of the tag division. He was also a more than capable singles competitor. He was what we like to call the total package.” The Franchise pimps Iron Michael Cross’ skills. “We? What is this we crap? He’s back for less than five minutes and you’re already choking on his dick. Yeah I said it. I’ll save my judgment for when he actually does something outside of a dead tag division and a few victories over the likes of Arch Griffon.” “King, Arch Griffon is a former International Champion.” “And where is he now?” “…” “Exactly.” Before entering the ring, Cross strips off his independent hoodie sweat shirt, unconsciously tossing it into the crowd for them to fight over. Rolling into the ring, Cross treads over to a random corner as he takes the next couple minutes to stretch out and prepare himself for the impending war. “I’M BORN!” The familiar intro of the Cruiserweight Champs begins on the Smarktron with ADD like flashes. Energetically hopping through the curtain to the music of Incubus’s “Vitamin” the Unique Youth receives an unprecedented reaction, which only ascends when he runs down the ramp, smacking hands on his way to the ring. “And his opponent, hailing from Elkhart, Indiana and weighing in at 200 pounds. He is the SWF CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION, the Unique Youth ZYYYYYYOOONNN!!” Funyon shouts to the heavens so that his voice can peak over the roar from the audience. The hyper champion slides into the ring, taking a moment to give his opponent a stern look, before hoping on to the second rope where he does his arrogant taunt that is meant to steal the spotlight. “I wonder what Zyon must be thinking. Up until earlier tonight he should have been busy preparing for a cruiserweight war with a man that has defeated him twice previously in Akira Kaibatsu. Instead, he gets the man who with the Divine Wind, defeated Zyon and Spike Jenkins in a TLC match.” “A cruiserweight war? Do you mean spotfest? Preparation is only half the game Mak. If that kid doesn’t deliver the goods in the ring tonight, then we would have a new champion no matter who the opponent was. Hell David Blazenwing would hold the advantage if the youth slips up during one of his flippy floppy stunts.” The Suicide King gets the final word in as Mak opts to hold his tongue for the moment. Dropping back to the canvas, Zyon hands his Cruiserweight Title to the exiting Funyon as fulltime SWF referee, Ken Masters is set to call for the bell. DING DING DING! “And with a HADOKEN, it’s go time folks!” “Mak, you are embarrassing to be around. And it’s not even because of the chair.” The bell sounds eliciting a thunderous roar from the audience who appreciate Zyon’s recent performances against Landon Maddix and JJ Johnson, and are quite interested in what post vacation Michael Cross has to offer. Lightly jogging out of his corner like a boxer hopping toward his opponent, Zyon takes a couple “fun” jabs at the man he respects due to his alliance with the Divine Wind. However, the Suicide Machine stares a hole through his naïve opponent before waking him up to the reality that is 13th Hour! *SMACK!* Driving the youth backward with an unnecessary smack to the face, Iron Michael Cross lower his eyes as if locking in on his target…on his enemy. Realizing that the returning Cross wishes to skip the warm up, Zyon crouches down, slinging himself toward the Suicide Machine with a double legged takedown attempt. Deciding to neglect the potential chance to block the grapple so early in the contest, Cross allows the youth believe he has the advantage as Iron Mike is taken to the canvas. However, it soon becomes apparent that the anti social warrior could be a better mat tactician than previously thought as he traps Zyon in a ground front face lock. Lucky enough for the youth, he’s been in this position recently due to his tough battles with Landon Maddix and JJ Johnson, and he readily expects a body scissors. Not only does he expect a body scissors, but he also despises them, which forces the Unique Youth to initiate action before the Suicide Machine can even send the waves to his brain that reads “body scissors.” Pushing off the canvas, Zyon performs a simple headstand before floating over into a bridge, using his free hands to pin Cross’ shoulders to the mat. Referee Ken Masters slides in for the sudden pin attempt. ONE! Kickout! Mak begins on one of his over complicated psychology lessons, “King, did Zyon expect to get the win there? Of course not, but what it did do is almost as important as the win. That pin attempts forced Cross to make a decision…to second guess himself if you will. That pin…” And King naturally interrupts, “Do you have a point? How about if I say it for you.” The Gambling man continues doing his best Mak impression, “King, did you see that? Michael Cross the most awesome man ever was forced to break his own hold due to Zyon, the other most awesome man ever pinning his shoulders to the mat with a bridge. It was brilliant! Mak you are so pathetic…and it’s not even because of the chair.” Both men shuffle around on their feet looking for the advantage when the overly aggressive Iron Mike hopes to pound his opponent’s face in with a leaping forearm. Noticing his opponent leave the ground, Zyon decides to be one with the canvas as he kicks off his back foot, which commences a baseball slide under the ascended Suicide Machine! Twisting around just as his feet touch the canvas, Cross swings his foot toward the unguarded face of the Unique Youth, who is using his hands to push himself back to his feet. With his foot inches away from Zyon’s face, Cross strategizes what to do next as he is sure that his opponent will be more than stunned. What the Suicide Machine did not predict is that his foot would be stopped by the youth’s outstretched hands. Rising to his feet with Cross’ foot cupped in his hands, Zyon proceeds forward…colliding with Cross’ other foot! Mak’s vocal pitch erupts with the audience’s pitch, “SWANK enziguri by the returning Cross who looks to not have lost a step.” Clutching the side of his head, Zyon wonders over to the ropes for refuge, but what he doesn’t realize is that there is NO refuge from the Suicide Machine. Striding toward the stunned youth, Cross elevates his knee into the sternum of his opponent, blasting the oxygen out of his body. With his competition doubled over and gasping for air, Cross knocks the youth silly with a well aimed elbow to the back of Zyon’s head. The impact of elbow on skull damn near sends the youth’s eyes rolling out of his sockets, but Cross continues his aggressive assault on the youngster with another satisfying knee into the youth’s sternum. Hooking the reigning Cruiserweight Champion under the armpit, the Suicide Machine tosses Zyon away from the ropes with a hip toss. Crashing to the canvas, Zyon pops right back to his feet…where the hostile Iron Michael Cross is waiting for him. “Now I’m interested. It seems the Suicide Machine has come back with a newfound aggressiveness to him. Here I’ll even put a good guy spin on it for ya, Mak. He’s doing it for his partner, Akira Kaibatsu who suffered a vaginal tear and couldn’t compete tonight.” The Gambling Man spits hot fire. “If you could have just stopped at that first line, but you just had to go overboard with the hate. Man, just enjoy the match would you.” Mak pleads with his partner at the desk. Swinging at the aware individual who was orphaned at a young age, Zyon falls into a deep arm drag that not only damages the youth, but embarrasses him as well. Ignoring the minor pain, Zyon pops back to his feet before being shoved back into the canvas with another rapid fire arm drag. The head strong youth continues to pop off the canvas at will, and the Suicide Machine is more than happy to put him back down with another arm drag… …Again …Again …And again! Sick of tossing the youth around like negative reviews for the most recent Marvel film, Cross kneels beside the youth, holding him stationary with an arm bar. Normally, the traditional Tokyo fan would applaud such sportsmanship, but the Suicide Machine continues to tap into this well of hatred that wasn’t allowed to shine through due to the guidance of Mr. Kobe. Without the brilliant manager’s guidance and counseling, Cross has given himself permission to grind his knee into the youth’s face in a disrespectful manner while applying pressure on the glorified rest hold. “Normally, I wouldn’t condone such actions, but Cross has always picked a fighter apart. His contest with Arch Griffon back in February showed Cross in one of his more masochistic moods as he forced the former International Champ to tap out to a fujiwara arm bar.” “Funny I don’t remember that match in the slightest, but if this continues, I might just crown this match of the year. All it needs is for Zyon to get cripp…” King looks at Mak and retracts his statement, “To get…hurt really really bad. Yeah that’s it.” Grabbing the youth with a handful of hair, Cross forces the youth back to his feet, driving him backward with a punishing right hand to the face. Disliking his opponent’s early tactics, Zyon unleashes a flurry of rights and lefts that force Iron Mike in a back pedal. Sneaking a toe kick in with the barrage of fists, Zyon pulls his challenger into a front face lock, dumping him on his back with a beautiful snap suplex. Uncharacteristically of the Unique Youth, Zyon holds on to Cross and swivels his hips in a motion that brings both men back to their feet. Kicking his foot for another snap suplex, Zyon is denied suplex number two due to Cross placing his inside leg in between the youth’s legs. The Suicide Machine answers back with a snap suplex of his own! Not totally out of Cross’ nature, Iron Mike also continues the latest trend in this competitive match by bringing the youth back to his feet with a swivel of the hips as well. “Now Cross is going for a chain of suplexes. Interesting idea on Michael Cross’ part. He’s blatantly stealing the youth’s idea to help him gain the upper hand. Now to see if it works could be a whole other story. “ The Franchise calls the action. Attempting feverishly to hoist the youth up with a snap suplex attempt, Iron Mike is visually disrupted by the youth who refuses to give in to the Suicide Machine by mimicking Cross’ variation on blocking the snap suplex. Agitated by the Unique Youth’s resistance, Cross drops a couple harsh forearms to the back of his opponent, which allows Cross to not only hoist the youth up, but it allocates the Suicide Machine to drop the youth with a vertical falcon arrow suplex!!! Following up his powerful slam variant, Cross rolls on to the youth, hooking the leg. ONE! TWO!! Kickout! Rising back to his feet with his various meaningful tattoos glistening in the lights of the Budokan, Cross delivers a swift kick to the head of his downed opponent before lifting Zyon back to his feet. To one Iron Michael Cross, aggressiveness seems to be the name of tonight’s game as he clutches the youth by his hair with one hand, and strikes him in the face with a multitude of STIFF forearms with the free arm. Minor swelling is born around the eyes of the Unique Youth who is Irish whipped across the ring and into the ropes. Catching Zyon with his outstretched arms, the straight edge competitor twirls the Cruiserweight Champion around with a tilt-a-whirl that is immediately countered into a magnificent satellite head scissor takedown that sends the respectful Japanese audience in a frenzy. At their feet, Zyon meets the visually disoriented Suicide Machine with a tranquilizing stomp to the sternum. Latching on to his opponent’s arm, Zyon returns the favor by Irish whipping Michael Cross across the ring and into the ropes made of wire. Rebounding off the ropes, Cross attempts to take Zyon’s head off with a lariat that doesn’t quite measure up to the benchmark set in the previous match. Nonetheless, Iron Mike tries to KO the man that hails from Elkhart, but with a simple crouch, Zyon avoids the move entirely. Coming back at the youth with a full motion of rabid momentum, Cross is rotated into a dizzy spell with a Zyon tilt-a-whirl…that is countered into a fujiwara arm bar!!!! “This forced Arch Griffon to tap out and this very well could snap the title right off of Zyon’s waist.” “Shit. I could careless about the title. Just break his arm. Seriously, if he does this. Then I will crown this match of the year and that arm bar spot of the year.” Overwhelming the youth by bearing all of his weight down on Zyon’s shoulder, Cross continues to torque on the Cruiserweight Champion’s shoulder in a vicious attempt to either garner a tap out or to snap his arm entirely. However, for the Unique Youth, quitting is not an option. It’s not even an idea that will enter his mind as he hastily uses his free arm to claw his way closer to the ropes. Reaching out with his free arm, Zyon gives up position for stretching ability, which Cross pounces on as the youth’s arm is bending in a dangerously awkward angle… …His other arm on the other hand is latched on to the bottom rope. “YEAHHH!” “Yes. I don’t care what you say King, Zyon just showed the courage of a true champion. His arm could have easily been destroyed, but he chose to not tap out. And more importantly, he chose to fight for what he believes belongs to him.” The hostile challenger agrees to release the possible life altering hold, only to leap back to his feet and pummel the Unique Youth with mad stomps to the back of his head. Hoisting the youth back to his feet, the Suicide Machine sends the youth sprinting with an Irish whip…or that was at least the plan. Pivoting his foot and twisting his hips, Zyon switches the momentum around as he sends Cross across the ring with an Irish whip of his own. Charging down the warpath with the intentions to bring Cross to the ground with a clothesline, Zyon is absolutely shocked when the Suicide Machine is able to descend in mid motion, delivering a sharp dropkick to the youth’s knee that sends the Unique Youth eating the canvas face first. Taking a moment to clutch his knee, Zyon places his palms on the canvas as he prepares to pull himself up, and eventually back into the match. Sadly, in a match with Michael Cross, a moment could be all it takes for the impending DOOM! Hooking his leg around the youth’s, Cross stretches across the Cruiserweight Champion’s, wrapping his arm around Zyon’s head, and reeling back in a poetry in motion version of the Entrapment!!! “He calls this the Entrapment. Cross continues to show off his streak of aggression as he attempts to force Zyon to tap out to his variation of the STF.” Mak brings the move identifying not seen in other wrestling promotions. “Yes I can see it now, Zyon the kid on one of the biggest streaks with victories over Landon Maddix and JJ Johnson, loses via tap out to the returning Michael Cross. This is a glorious day.” “Can you be any more biased?” “Yeah. I hate cripples. See?” Waving his hand in the atmosphere in multiple random directions, Zyon pretends to block out the pain, but each time Cross tenses his muscles a bit, and reels back on his head, the youth reaches closer to the brink of tapping out…or getting knocked out. Digging his fingernails into the canvas, Zyon drags his body closer to the ropes as the overly malicious Iron Cross continues to shout for the youth’s demise. “TAP!!” Apparently, Cross has gone caveman as that’s all he can scream at the top of his lungs, while the thousands that fill the Budokan shout something quite different. “PLEASE DON’T TAP! PLEASE DON’T TAP!” Inching himself closer to the ropes, Zyon can feel the momentum swinging…as does the violent Michael Cross who abruptly releases the youth from his torture. Dragging Zyon back to his feet by his hair, Cross shoves the ragged youth into the turnbuckle where he immediately crouches and barrows his shoulder into the sternum of the champion. Choking on the oxygen that leaves his lungs, Zyon is unable to deflect any of the shoulder tackles delivered by the pitbull like Michael Cross. “King, I believe Cross might be going a bit overboard on this aggression thing. Sure it’s a great strategy that caught the youth off guard, but does the man not believe in sportsmanship.” “Fuck no he doesn’t.” “Ok King, care to elaborate.” “Fuck no I don’t” “…” Feeling his opponent completely deflate, Cross wonders over to the corner on the opposite side of the ring as the discouraged youth can only watch on, gagging on each breath he takes. Burning the rubber on the soles of his boots, Cross takes of in a mad dash for the youth, leaping off his feet, transforming into a living spear as he tried to plunge his shoulder into the wounded sternum of the champion. Zyon may not be able to breathe, but he sure does understand that entering the realm of unconsciousness due to an overbearing shoulder charge isn’t the most appealing of things, so with a moment to spare… …And we all know how important moments are; the youth skips out of the way just in the knick of time! Cross on the other hand is in the cold hand of gravity that guides the Suicide Machine shoulder first into the ring post to a massive pop!!! “YEAHHHH!!” Rolling weakly on the ring apron, Cross rotates his shoulder carefully, pleased by the fact that the impact was the worse of his problem. Grabbing the rope with the same arm that collided with the ring post, proving that his shoulder is just tingling a little bit, Cross pulls himself back to his feet, prepared to kill the youth for his title. Then again you can’t kill what you can’t see. Searching the horizon for the Unique Youth, Cross realizes that the 5’11 Zyon can compact himself into dwarf size if need be, so he allows his eyes to ease into a descent…where he is SHOCKED by the realization that Zyon is plunging his shoulder into his sternum with an uber powerful should block to the gut!!! Blasting the Suicide Machine off the ropes, Zyon along with the rest of the world watch with broad eyes as Iron Mike twirls in the atmosphere, landing not so graciously across the steel safety barrier that is obviously not regulation height. The domino effect continues as Cross bounces chest first off the unforgiving steel, falling defenseless into the rabid audience that pats the young cruiserweight on the back for moral support. “HOLY SHIT!” Mak shouts out as the crowd echoes his sentiments with a foreign version of the chant that pumps wrestlers up worldwide. “Michael Cross just went from the ring apron all the way down into the front row where most fans would maul him.” “Lucky for Cross, just like Akira, these people are far to weak to dive in for a hug, a kiss, or even a right hook. Instead, they would rather sit on the sidelines and watch the real men hone their craft. Of course, that doesn’t work in this case because Zyon is in this match, but Cross has impressed me at least.” The Gambling Man admits, as a few angry Japanese fans look ready to throw a right hook at the Suicide King. Hastily, Cross pulls himself up with little difficulty to the respective, but overly hyper crowd parting right down the middle in perfect unison. He’s never paid much attention to those who sit on the sidelines before, but Cross takes a look around, and follows the trail that each individual’s eyes make with their unblinking stare. With a cold sweat and a sudden lump in his throat, the Suicide Machine lifts his head so that he is looking into the intense lights that blind him slightly, but that is the least of his problems as we have all come to expect. Back in the ring, Zyon springboards off the top rope, and with a moment of hesitation, the youth DIVES INTO THE CROWD…AND OVER THE DODGING MICHAEL CROSS, smashing carcass first into the cold concrete. *CRASH!!!* Bedazzled by both men’s toughness and lack of care for their own well being, Ken Masters forgets to initiate his 20 count (for the Cruiserweight Addenda), which proves wise as Cross thrusts Zyon over the safety barrier and down to the floor. However, the referee may have to step in yet as the Suicide Machine peels back the padded mats that protects individuals from the pain that comes from being dropped on concrete. Ken Masters immediately pleads with Cross who realizes that he let the match get to his head. Shaking his emotions away by tilting his head side to side, Iron Mike hoists the youth by into the ring, to settle the match like men. “CLAP CLAP CLAP!!!” The respectful audience can see the interior and exterior of Cross’ soul, and the majority hope he can overcome the pain in his heart. Forcing the youth back to his feet, Cross Irish whips the wounded animal across the ring, catching him with his palms, and shooting him sky high into the air. Swimming in the atmosphere, Zyon watches as the canvas comes closer and closer until… *BANG!* …He’s flattened like a bug, colliding with the mat sternum first. Gasping for air, Zyon instinctively rises back to his feet, and retreats to the nearby turnbuckle…only to receive a rushing knee to the sternum for his troubles!!! “Michael Cross is relentless. I can’t help, but applaud the man for obliterating the youth with non-cheating means. This is wrestling after all, ballet.” “My god Mak…you do have the ability to grow a set once in awhile. I seriously thought that you were crippled, blind, deaf, and unable to pleasure the females in the world. You have proven me wrong, I commend you.” “King, you really must find it hard to compliment someone. Does happiness hurt you?” “No…but…” Prepare for a ZING moment in 5…4…3…2…1…”But your face does! Fucking Zing!” Holding the youth stationary in a MMA clinch, Cross drives his right knee into the face of the Cruiserweight Champion, and then shoots his left knee into the face of the very same individual. *CRACK!* *CRACK!* Knocking the Cruiserweight Champion silly with the first two knees, Iron Mike doesn’t use his hands, but chooses to systematically destroy Zyon with alternating knee strikes that overwhelm the Patron Wrestler of Athens! *CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!* Releasing the firm clinch, Cross watches with glee as the Unique Youth staggers out from the turnbuckle with massive swelling across his face, and blood dripping from his knee. Uncoordinated by Cross’ relentless attack, Zyon finally gives into the pressure on his legs as he falls to the canvas, looking more fragile than ever. Stomping up to the youth, Cross delivers a harsh boot to the youth’s ribs that props the Cruiserweight Champion on all fours. Leaping over the youth with a half nelson, the Suicide Machine rolls Zyon up in an Oklahoma Roll as the Nippon Budokan counts along with the hand that smacks the canvas… ONE! TWO!! Zyon kicks his likes violently as if riding a bike up the steepest hill created by the gods. THRNOOOOO! And that is what keeps the title on his waist for the time being. Slapping the canvas in irritation on his way back to his feet, Iron Mike hoists the youth back to his feet, throwing caution to the wind, Cross gives Zyon a wicked chop… *SMACK!* …Before launching the youth across the ring with an Irish whip. Planning to reach into the deepest depths of his skills, Cross takes a step forward, colliding with Zyon’s extended feet that brush into the Suicide Machine’s chest with the momentum changing SNAP FRONT DROPKICK!!!! “WOW! It’s been a long while since we have seen that one. And now is as good a time as any to reach into the move set. I’m sure both men are beginning to realize this.” Mak explains as the fans in the background almost cause the cripple to go deaf due to their excessive shrieking. Crashing into the nearby turnbuckle, Cross descends to the canvas and clutches his back as he stomps the canvas with his right foot. Grinding his teeth and cursing under his breath, Cross courageously lifts himself back to his feet, meeting the Cruiserweight Champion at eye level. Feeling the tides of this hurricane battle changing, Zyon swings wildly at the keen Iron Mike, who counters with a Northern Lights suplex attempt. However, the Unique Youth simply shifts his weight downward, and in one fatal motion spikes Cross’ head into the canvas with his neck going one way…AND HIS BODY GOING THE OTHER…SIIIIIIIIIIIICCCCCCKKKK! “God god what a DDT. He has got to be knocked the fuck out!” No that not Mak, that’s the cruiserweight hater marking out. Diving on to the limp challenger, Zyon damn near passes out as referee Ken Masters could be sending the Unique Youth home happy, which makes the audience happy. ONE! TWO!! Was that a twitch? THRENOOOOOO! Correction, this match continuing makes the Nippon Budokan erupt just like Cross’ shoulder did off the mat. Returning the favor, Zyon grabs a hand full of the Suicide Machine’s messy hair, and doubling him over with a spinning back kick to the sternum. Setting his feet so that his right foot leads behind the right, the youth goes all HADOKEN on the challenger by floating into the air, and blasting the Suicide Machine with a Flash Kick! Remarkably, Zyon complete a back flip, landing gracefully on his feet. What could be even more remarkable is that Michael Cross could very well have an Iron chin as he remains on his feet, which fits into the youth’s spotty strategy well enough. Taking off for the ropes, Zyon springs off the middle rope with a moonsault, overshooting the maneuver to the confusion of everyone. Everyone, but the violent Cross. Slipping his arm around Iron Mike’s head, trapping him in a reverse front face lock, Zyon seems to have tricked the Suicide Machine like he has many others. Spinning around for the Wicked Cutter, Zyon is unable to complete the move due to an aggressive push that fires Zyon toward the turnbuckle. Stomping forward with the staggering Cruiserweight Champion, Cross can read the Cruiserweight Champion like a book…a very short book. Stepping on to the first rope, Zyon begins his ascension for the No Regard, which Iron Mike has scouted perfectly. Too bad the Suicide Machine hasn’t faced off with JJ Johnson recently like the Unique Youth has. Flipping off the middle rope with a JJ Johnson inspired dragon flip; Zyon rises over the horizon, landing behind the awestruck Straight Edge competitor. Quickly locking the replacement down with a reverse front face lock, and twists around nailing Cross with a high impact Wicked Cutter!!!!! *BANG!!!* Zyon naturally follows up one of his best moves with the cover and the leg hook. ONE! The crowd counts along. TWO!! “It’s over…” Mak possibly speaks too soon. THREEEEENOOOOO! “He kicked out Mak…you were wrong like always.” King brilliantly points out. Popping off the pin attempt, Zyon wraps his hands around his inflamed face, wondering what it’s going to take to keep this guy down. Cross has virtually taken Zyon out of the match even when he’s on the receiving end of a beating. Unsure of what to do next, Zyon does what comes natural to him. He exits to the ring apron. “YEAHHHH!” The pitched roar behind him interrupts the youth’s concentration for a moment, but he eventually springs off the top rope with a tantalizing 450 splash…a moment too late! Crashing into the canvas sternum first, Zyon remains on all fours as Cross who looks to be under the pressure of winning the gold and withholding his flaring rage. Looming over the youth with a cold glare, Cross pays the Unique Youth back with his wrath… *CRACK!* …He pays him back with a merciless cross face forearm to Zyon’s already swollen face. Hearing the shriek that comes from the wounded youth sends a jolt through Cross’ body that transforms him into a beast. A beast that loves to deliver Fierce Strikes to a prone opponent. *CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!* Soothing the Suicide Machine’s battered soul and body is the feeling of his limp opponent in his hands. Releasing the youth who plops down on the canvas clutching his face, Cross looks to reveal his highflying foray. Ascending the top rope as Zyon continues to spasm from the beating he just recently took at the hands of the aggressive Cross, the Suicide Machine perches himself on the top rope. He doesn’t waste time show boating or caring about the audience… But he does please them. …Paying tribute to the hometown boy who just happens to be his injured partner, Cross dives off the top rope with a Senton Bomb that utterly annihilates that canvas, which isn’t his target at all!!! Barely managing an escape of the Dick Togo/Akira Kaibatsu special, Zyon stands back on his spaghetti legs. Hurting his back as well as having the wind knocked from him, Cross continues to persevere as he rises back to his feet in a hurry. Taken back by the Suicide Machine’s anger driven courage, Zyon can only answer with a swift toe kick to his challenger’s sternum. Unlike all of his previous matches, Zyon proves he can place his opponent in your standard double underhook position from a standing headscissors. “What is he planning?” Not even Mak is sure what the youth has in store for this difficult opponent. “He doesn’t even know what he’s planning.” Rather the Gambling Man will ever admit it or not will probably never see the light of day, but he’s wrong. The youth may not be in control, but for the moment he has it all copasetic. Hoisting Iron Mike through the hair, Zyon flips him before power bombing him to the canvas with a TIGER BOMB…FOOL! No that’s not Street Fighter. That’s just plain fucking your opponent up. Kneeling over his motionless opponent, Zyon pins Cross legs to his shoulders for a pin attempt that is hard to escape. ONE! TWO!! And then there was silence. THREEEEEEEE!!! And then there was a thunderous roar…as Ken Masters throws TWO fingers into the air! “YEAAAAHHHH!” The crowd just yells before becoming organized. “LET’S GO CROSS!!!” “He might not appreciate it. But damnit this kid has shown some heart. And it’s his first match back. He wasn’t even supposed to wrestle tonight. This is amazing.” “Are you kidding? I could get in their right now and tear these fools apart, but they are simply not worthy.” Obviously the Gambling Man doesn’t hear the sound of his own voice very often. Zyon unlike his opponent will acknowledge the audience, and he agrees. Shrugging his shoulders, the ravaged youth lifts Cross directly into a scoop AERO DRIVER that Cross counters into a dragon sleeper…which is…to set…up…NEW CHAMPION… … Or not. Refusing to feel the punishment of the Silent Rage Syndrome, Zyon blindly reaches up and holds Cross stationary with a clinch. Upside down and blood rushing to his head, Zyon realizes he can’t take his eye of the prize. The prize that he currently owns. The prize that he wishes he could hold forever…or at least for a period of time that extends past tonight. And to do that, the youth must control his own destiny. He must not fall victim to Cross’ aggressive nature that has almost won him the gold. And what type of nature will help the youth keep his title…this knee. *CRACK!* Leaving his vertical balance to shock Cross with the knee, Zyon readjusts his position as he drowns the Suicide Machine, not is sorrow, but in a splitting headache. *CRACK!* *CRACK!* With Cross in a daze, Zyon simply performs a standing crabwalk, using his hands to push off Cross’ thighs to get free of his unfavorable position. It’s now or never. Sprinting off the near ropes, Zyon performs a baseball slide under the Suicide Machine, latching on to his far arm in the process…along with his body that stops the youth from stealing home with his weight. Looming over the youth with a wicked, angry, hateful stare, Cross obliterates the youth with a cross face forearm, which starts a second wave of Fierce Strikes. *CRACK!* Cross’ sly grin that comes with the satisfaction of jacking your opponent’s jaw is soon wiped away as his left arm doesn’t retract back like it usually should. Instead, his left arm his trapped in the clutched of the Unique Youth who acts hastily, trapping Cross’ farm arm to his near leg, which doubles his over pump handle style. It’s now…let’s just forget the never. Picking himself off the canvas with a slight sting in his jaw, Zyon snares his challenger’s other arm by maneuvering it behind his head, and only now is Cross enlightened to the method of the youth’s madness. All along Cross controlled the pace with his rage leading him along, while Zyon remained calm looking for the cure to the Suicide Machine’s manic state of mind. Even someone as blinded by wrath as Cross was can understand his fault, and maybe someday he can find a true cure to his pain. But for now he has to deal with the alternative…911 AERO DRIVVVAAAA!!! Zyon spikes his foes head into the canvas with his compact finisher, reeling Cross’ legs behind his shoulders once more for the hopeful pin attempt. ONE! TWO!! THREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! “YEAHHHHH!!!” The crowd erupts as the fatigued youth rolls off of the motionless Suicide Machine who should remain unconscious for the next few minutes, but at least he can dream knowing he put up a spectacular fight. “Vitamin” blasts again, which is truly music to the Unique Youth’s ears. Otherwise…he wouldn’t be champion anymore. “The winner and STILL SWF CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION, THE UNIQUE YOUTH…ZYYYYYOOOONNNN!!!” But that officially kills the youth’s epidemic as he rolls out of the ring, hugging the very title he was NOT supposed to defend tonight. “Now that was fantastic. Those two went at it with each claiming near falls that can only be seen clearly with the help of slow motion. It’s just that Cross might have got a bit too aggressive for his own good, and it cost him here. I’ll tell you, King. Zyon continues to grow under the weight of the spotlight that seems to shine on this kid when he steps into the ring.” Mak compliments the youth. “Eh whatever. You are right. Cross was definitely the aggressor of the two tonight, and I enjoyed that. A star was born tonight, but it sure wasn’t Zyon. Of course, Cross will probably pussy out, and tend to his injured partner as opposed to chasing his own dream. Such a pity.” And King…compliments someone???? That someone being Michael Cross. Staggering up the ramp, Zyon can rest easy as his difficult challenger begins to awaken from his slumber…his only time of peace. The youth can almost sympathize for the Suicide Machine, but the crowd is just too damn loud, and there are still two more matches to take place. FADE

If that's the case. Then you got a 15K epic from me too.

THE MAIN EVENT - SWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH LAST MAN STANDING Landon "La Cucaracha" Maddix © vs. Michael Stephens Stephens takes it, but I wouldn't count Landon out. SWF INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH - TAG TEAM TURMOIL! (w/out the tag teams!) Aecas © vs. Insane Luchador vs. Stryke vs. Manson vs. Matt "Cosplay Master" Myers Aecas could either win which is likely or be the guy to hold victories over JJ and WC just to lose to Myers. I'll mark for both. BATTLE OF THE WORLD TOUR ICONS "The Divine Wind" Akira Kaibatsu - The Seoul Survivor VS. Zyon © - The Patron Wrestler of Athens One fine day there was a woof and a purr. A baby was born and it caused a little stir. No blue buzzard, no three eyed frog, Just a feline/canine little CatDog. CatDog! CatDog! Alone in the world is the little CatDog! Out on the road or back in town, All kind of critters putting CatDog down. Gotta rise above it, gotta try to get along. Gotta walk together, gotta sing this song. CatDog! CatDog! Alone in the world is the little CatDog! CatDog! CatDog! Alone in the world is the little CatDog! HOUSE RULES - KING'S ROAD MATCH Va'aiga vs. JJ Johnson Johnson with at least 7 "BOOYAH!" references. SWF HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH - CAGE MATCH "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins © vs. Sean Davis Spike's my boy (even if he is emo). So I'll go King of whatever country it is. The Dead Precedents vs. Tom Flesher and Charlie "Grappler" Matthews Good tag match here, seriously. I'll take the Magnificent Duo over DP. Remember how Flesh is beating people who beat him as GM. Bruce beat Flesh as GM. So not only do we get a tag match, but we get...CONTINUITY! Cruiserweight Match Wildchild vs. Grendel Wildchild with the "W." Austin Sly vs. Jimmy the Doom DOOM. Should be fun. But Doom will continue his winning streak.

Raynor must be busy or something. Anyway, for those who don't know the main event along with the rest of the show has been posted, I think.