Crimson Losing Matches

[Guest HollywoodSpikeJenkins]

(The SJL camera pans across the Mexico Dome, and over the great Mexican fans with them holding up their little signs. The camera focuses in on Axis, Edwin, and King, who is, conveniently has a big bag in front of him. Edwin looks at King oddly, as King has a big smile on his face)

 

Edwin: What are you up to?

 

King: Me? Oh nothing, nothing…

 

Edwin: You’re up to something.

 

King: No, I’m not.

 

Edwin: Yes, you are.

 

King: Stop accusing me.

 

Edwin: If you’re so innocent, what is in the bag?

 

King: This bag?

 

Edwin: Yeah, that bag.

 

King: This bag in front of me?

 

Edwin: No, the plastic bag I wish was over your head….

 

King: Well, since there is only one bag here, in this bag, is my dinner.

 

Edwin: Dinner?

 

King: Yes, my dinner.

 

(Axis looks up from the papers he was looking at, and turns to King and Edwin)

 

Axis: Well, what do you got over there?

 

King: Some….

 

(King reaches into the bag, and pulls out a taco)

 

King: Some real Mexican taco’s. None of that taco bell crap.

 

Edwin: Oh my god! That smells horrible.

 

King: No, it doesn’t.

 

Edwin: Yes, it does.

 

King: If your wondering, no, you cannot have some.

 

Axis: That smells horrible…

 

(King reaches back into the bag, and pulls out a Orange bottle)

 

Edwin: And what, might I ask, is that?

 

King: Some special hot sauce.

 

Axis: Hot sauce? What is it made out of?

 

King: I don’t know, I bought it from some guy outside the arena before the show.

 

Axis: Umm, King, I don’t think you should….

 

Edwin: No, no. Let him eat it. It’s his.

 

King: Yes, it is mine, and none of you can have any.

 

(King opens the orange bottle, and pours some of the sauce inside onto his taco. He puts the hot sauce down, and lifts up his taco, and looks at Edwin, as if he is mocking him since he doesn’t have a taco. King takes a big bite out of the taco, and puts the rest down, while chewing on the piece he bit off, making mocking faces towards Edwin. All of a sudden, King’s face turns serious, and his face starts turning red.)

 

King: WATER! WATER!

 

Edwin and Axis: HAHA

 

King: I NEED WATER!

 

(Edwin is magically handed a glass of water)

 

Edwin: Say please…

 

King: PLEASE!

 

Edwin: Well, you said it. Not open your mouth…

 

(King opens his mouth wide, and Edwin throws the water into Kings face)

 

King: That feels so much better…

Edwin: You’re such a dope.

 

King: I can’t feel my tongue…

 

(Edwin holds his mouth, trying not to laugh, as Axis just looks on. King gets up out of his seat looking around for something)

 

King: I CAN’T FEEL MY TONGUE!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHH

 

Axis: Maybe that’s a good thing…

 

King: SHUT UP! I CAN’T FEEL MY TONGUE. I NEED A DOCTOR OR SOMETHING!

 

Edwin: Oh sit down you big baby.

 

(King sits back down, holding his mouth.)

 

Axis: Anyway, so far into the tournament, two men have gone on, to the semi-finals for the SJL World Title.

 

Edwin: And now its time, for our third Quarterfinals matches.

 

Axis: This match is between SJL newcomer, the highflying, ‘Hollywood’ Spike Jenkins….

 

Edwin: And the man that almost KILLED Cutthroat last week, Silent.

 

Axis: If I didn’t see it myself, I wouldn’t believe you. That move Silent did to Cutthroat, the Demonstar Driver, it almost broke Cutthroats neck and probably taken him out of wrestling, for good.

 

Edwin: Not that any of us would miss him though.

 

Axis: If I were Hollywood, I would watch out for that move. It could not only end the match, but it could also end his career.

 

(The lights turn out, and the “Sounds of Silence” by Nevermore blasts over the speakers, as the lights turn dark red, flash onto the entrance ramp. Smoke slowly starts to fill the area, as Silent walks out from behind the entrance curtain. Silent slowly glides down the ramp, with his cane, and his trench coat hanging behind him, and the lights follow him down towards the ring. The Clan’s official entrance video plays over the SMARKStron as Silent slides into the ring. Silent stands and walks over to the middle of the ring, where he tosses his can towards the referee, who clumsily drops it. Silent pays no attention to the referee, and ties his hair back into a ponytail. Silent then shakes his coat off his shoulders and toss it outside the ring. Silent steps back into the ropes, and waits for his opponent’s arrival. “Peace Not Greed” by the Kottonmouth Kings plays over the speakers as green neon lights flash all over the arena. The lights start focusing in on the entranceway, as ‘Hollywood’ Spike Jenkins walks out from behind the entrance curtain. Hollywood walks down the ramp and poses for the crowd a bit. Hollywood walks up to the ring, and stands on the outside, looking in on Silent, with a serious look on his face.)

 

Axis: Hollywood needs to be serious about this match. Silent is very capable of taking Hollywood out, for good.

 

Edwin: We all saw what he did to Cutthroat.

 

(Hollywood looks in the ring at Silent, as Silent just stares straight back at him. Hollywood quickly slides under the bottom rope and gets to his feet)

 

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(Hollywood quickly charges at the unexpected Silent, and knocks Silent back with a right hand to the face. Hollywood gives Silent a few more right hands to the face, swinging at Silent with everything he has.)

 

Axis: Where did this come from?

 

Edwin: Hollywood is usually laid back in the ring, and showing off his high flying style, but right now, he is just in there throwing rights and lefts at Silent.

 

Axis: Hollywood knows what Silent did to Cutthroat. He better be careful not to make the same mistakes Cutthroat did.

 

(Hollywood pushes Silent back into the ropes, grabbing a hold of Silent’s arm. Hollywood whips Silent off the ropes, but Silent reverses it, sending Hollywood into the ropes. Hollywood comes charging back at Silent, and Silent goes for a clothesline, but Hollywood ducks under it. Hollywood stops dead in his tracks, and quickly turns to Silent, as Silent spins around towards him. Hollywood gives Silent another right hand, knocking him back. Hollywood gives Silent a few more right hands, knocking Silent up against the ropes. Hollywood backs up a bit, then charges at Silent, nailing Silent across the chest, clotheslineing him over the top rope down to the floor)

 

Axis: Hollywood getting in some quick and effective offense, early in this match.

 

Edwin: Hollywood knows that he is going to have to throw everything at Silent. But he can’t let Silent catch his breath now.

 

(The referee begins to start his ten count, as Silent stumbles around outside the ring, trying to catch his breath and regain his balance.)

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(In the ring, Hollywood runs into the ropes opposite of the direction Silent is in, and bounces off of them. Hollywood runs towards the direction Silent is in. Silent turns his attention back to Hollywood, as Hollywood leaps over the top rope, and planchaing himself onto Silent, getting a crowd pop)

 

Edwin: There is the highflying style of Hollywood.

 

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(Hollywood and Silent roll around on the floor, trying to get to their feet. Hollywood gets to his feet first, and stumbles towards the ring. Hollywood slides into the ring, stopping the count, and rolls back to the floor.)

 

Axis: Hollywood stopping the count out. Smart move by the rookie.

 

Edwin: Yeah, no need to get both of them counted out.

 

(Hollywood and Silent get to their feet on the outside. Silent charges at Hollywood, but Hollywood ducks under him. They turn to each other, and Hollywood gives Silent another right hand, knocking him back into the ring apron. Hollywood gives Silent a few more right hands, as the referee begins his count again)

 

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(Hollywood backs away from Silent a bit. Hollywood charges at Silent, but Silent grabs Hollywood under his arms, and throws him straight into the air. Hollywood is able to use his acrobatic abilities, and lands onto the apron, with his back facing Silent’s back. Silent stumbles around a bit, trying to catch his breath. Silent finally turns around, as Hollywood uses the top rope to springboard onto the middle rope, and leaps off towards Silent, moonsaulting on to Silent, causing them both to hit the ground hard.)

 

Axis: Asai moonsault!

 

Edwin: Executed perfectly by Hollywood.

 

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(Hollywood stumbles to his feet, and walks over to the ring. He slides in under the bottom rope, stopping the count. Hollywood slides back under the bottom rope, and stands, using the ropes to pull himself up. Silent slowly gets to his feet, and turns his attention back to Hollywood. Hollywood leaps off the apron towards Silent, but Silent catches him around the waist in mid-air. Silent holds Hollywood up, around the waist, and runs straight into the ring, driving Hollywood’s lower back into the ring apron.)

 

Edwin: Oh, Silent was able to counter one of Hollywood’s highflying moves, and took advantage. Hollywood’s back is hurting now.

 

(The referee starts his count again, as Silent drops Hollywood, and lets Hollywood crash to the floor.)

 

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(Silent slides into the ring, stopping the count, then slide back out. Silent grabs Hollywood by the hair, and lifts him to his feet. Silent wraps his arms around Hollywood’s waist, and lifts him up a bit. Silent runs into the steel post, driving Hollywood’s spine into the steel. Silent drops Hollywood and Hollywood hits the mat hard.)

 

King: HAHAHA, Hollywood is getting his ass kicked in.

 

Edwin: Well, I guess your tongue is better.

 

King: Yeah, no thanks to either of you two.

 

(Silent grabs Hollywood by the hair, and lifts him to his feet, as the referee starts his count again.)

 

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(Silent grabs a handful of Hollywood’s hair, and grabs some of Hollywood’s khaki’s. Silent runs towards the ring steps, still holding onto Hollywood, throwing Hollywood head first into the steel steps. Hollywood crashes into the steps, knocking the steps back into the barricade.)

 

Edwin: Ouch….

 

King: WHOOO Go Silent. Show Hollywood why you don’t mess with The Clan.

 

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(Silent slides into the ring, stopping the count, and then slides back out of the ring. Silent walks over to Hollywood’s limp body on the floor, grabbing him by his hair, and lifting him to his feet. Silent gives Hollywood a quick left hand to the side of the head, and knocks Hollywood back into the ring post. Hollywood leans on the ring post as Silent steps back, looking at Hollywood. Silent charges at Hollywood, but Hollywood throws himself out of the way, causing Silent to go face first into the steel post. Hollywood quickly gets to his feet, and spins around, throwing his leg into Silent’s chest, knocking him over.)

 

Axis: Spinning heel kick, and Hollywood is back in this match.

 

King: Come on Silent.

 

(Hollywood grabs Silent and pulls him to his feet. Hollywood carries Silent towards the ring apron, and rolls Silent into the ring under the bottom rope. Hollywood hops onto the ring apron, and positions himself next to Silent’s body. Hollywood uses the top rope to springboard himself, over the top rope, and Hollywood comes crashing down, sentoning onto Silent’s chest.)

 

Axis: Springboard Senton Splash.

 

Edwin: Hollywood might have him here.

 

(Hollywood lies on top of Silent, hooking his leg)

 

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(Silent gets a shoulder up. Hollywood looks at the referee, saying that was a three count, but no use. Hollywood gets to his feet, and walks over to the corner, opposite of the one closest to Silent. Silent gets to his knees and crawls over to the corner opposite of Hollywood. Silent gets to his feet, and lies back in the corner. Hollywood runs towards Silent, diving to the ground, doing a roll, and jumping out of it towards Silent. Silent moves out of the way, but Hollywood is still able to land on the middle rope. Silent walks up behind Hollywood, and gives Hollywood a low blow while he’s standing on the middle rope.)

 

Edwin: Silent just low blowed Hollywood.

 

Axis: What a cheater.

 

King: But he is making The Clan proud.

 

(Silent slips under Hollywood, and wraps his arms around Hollywood’s legs onto his waist. Silent walks out of the corner, with Hollywood on his shoulders. Silent snaps Hollywood forward, driving him onto his neck/shoulders.)

 

Axis: What a powerbomb.

 

(Silent falls over onto Hollywood)

 

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(Hollywood kicks out. Silent gets to his feet. Silent grabs Hollywood by the hair and lifts him to his feet. Silent whips Hollywood into the ropes. Hollywood bounces off the ropes and comes running back towards Silent. Silent grabs Hollywood around the waist, lifting him Hollywood over his shoulder, and whipping Hollywood over, slamming him into the mat)

 

Axis: Whiplash Spinebuster!

 

King: Count to a hundred, this match is over.

 

(Silent falls over on top of Hollywood)

 

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(Hollywood gets a shoulder up. Silent rises to his feet. Silent lifts Hollywood to his feet. Silent throws his arm over Hollywood’s head. Silent puts Hollywood’s arm over his head and hooks Hollywood’s leg up. Silent lifts Hollywood up into the air, still holding his leg, and drops down, driving Hollywood’s head into the mat.)

 

Axis: Fisherman’s Buster.

 

King: Ok, NOW its over.

 

Edwin: Not yet….

 

(Silent makes the cocky cover)

 

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(Hollywood gets a shoulder up. Silent gets to his feet, grabbing Hollywood by the hair, lifting him to his feet. Silent grabs a hold of Hollywood’s arm and whips him across the ring into the corner, and Hollywood goes running into the corner, his back slamming into the turnbuckle. Silent charges at Hollywood, but Hollywood is able to raise his boot up, and Silent gets a boot to the face, knocking him back.)

 

Edwin: Hollywood is getting back into this match.

 

King: Don’t worry; Silent still has everything under control.

 

(Hollywood steps through the ropes and steps out onto the apron. Silent regains his balance and thought and turns his attention back to Hollywood. Hollywood uses the top rope to springboard up onto the top rope. Hollywood leaps off the top rope, and dives at Silent, catching him with a mid-air clothesline, that knocks them both to the ground)

 

Axis: Springboard Clothesline. Hollywood is using his highflying skills to fight back against Silent.

 

(Hollywood quickly dives onto Silent, hooking his leg)

 

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(Silent gets a shoulder up. Hollywood gets to his feet, pulling Silent up with him. Hollywood pushes Silent back into the ropes. Hollywood whips Silent off the ropes, but Silent reverses it, sending Hollywood across the ring, but Silent holds onto Hollywood, and pulls Hollywood back in towards him. Silent goes for a clothesline, but Hollywood ducks under it. Silent turns to Hollywood, as Hollywood charges at him. Hollywood grabs Silent around the head, and leaps into the air, spinning around, while yelling “Ohhhhh…” but gets stopped short, as Silent holds Hollywood in the air. Silent runs towards the ropes, and lets go of Hollywood, letting Hollywood fly over the top rope, landing chest first onto the floor.)

 

King: Thank God, no more Ohhh Weee DDT’s.

 

Axis: Hollywood is laying out here right in front of us.

 

(Hollywood holds his chest in pain outside the ring, as Silent staggers around the ring, trying to catch his breath. Silent falls to the mat, and rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope. Hollywood pulls himself to his feet using the ring apron. Silent cockily waits for Hollywood to get up. Hollywood is able to step away from the ring apron, and groggily stands. Silent charges at Hollywood, but Hollywood ducks his head, and Silent flips over Hollywood, and lands on his back on the floor)

 

Axis: Hollywood just back-dropped Silent on the floor.

 

Edwin: Hollywood is still capable of winning.

 

King: No, no he is not.

 

(Hollywood walks over to the ring apron, and slides into the ring under the bottom rope, stopping the referee’s count. Hollywood slides back under the bottom rope, and stands onto the apron. Silent pulls himself to his feet, and turns to Hollywood. Hollywood runs on the apron towards Silent, and dives off the apron, doing a front somersault in mid-air, crashing down across Silent.)

 

Edwin: Hollywood just cannonballed himself onto Silent. Hollywood will put his body on the line at every chance he has, to take out his opponent.

 

(Hollywood and Silent crawl around a bit on the outside, trying to get to their feet. Silent crawls around the ring as Hollywood pulls himself up. The referee begins his count as Silent pulls himself to his feet using the ring apron)

 

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(Hollywood leaps onto the barricade, as Silent turns to the direction that Hollywood is in. Hollywood runs down the barricade past all the fans towards Silent. Hollywood leaps off the barricade; diving at Silent, clothesline Silent across the chest, knocking both of them to the floor.)

 

Axis: Hollywood is running the rails.

 

King: Ahh crap…

 

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(Hollywood pulls himself to his feet, and grabs Silent and pulls him to his feet. Hollywood drags Silent to the ring, and slides him in under the bottom rope. Hollywood slides under the bottom rope into the ring. Hollywood gets to his feet, as Silent just lays there. Hollywood grabs one of Silent’s arms and legs, and pulls himself to the corner. Hollywood grabs the top rope, with his back towards Silent. Hollywood springboards himself onto the top rope, spreading his legs out in a split, one leg hitting one rope and the other hitting the other rope, bouncing off the ropes, moonsaulting back on top of Silent.)

 

Axis: Split legged moonsault.

 

Edwin: Hollywood might have him here.

 

King: NOOOO

 

(Hollywood stays on top of Silent)

 

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(Silent gets a foot on the ropes. Hollywood gets off of Silent, and rolls under the bottom rope to the apron. Hollywood gets to his feet, and starts to climb the turnbuckles, as Silent slowly starts to stand. Hollywood stands on the top rope, but Silent pulls on the top rope, and Hollywood slips and crotches himself on the top turnbuckle. Silent gets to his feet, and climbs up to the second turnbuckle, where Hollywood is. He throws Hollywood’s arm over his head, and puts his arm over Hollywood’s head. He grabs a hold of Hollywood’s khaki’s, and lifts him into the air, and drops back, as they both come crashing down into the mat.)

 

King: Superplex. Hollywood is dead.

 

Edwin: How many times have you said that?

 

King: Only a few…

 

(Silent rolls over on top of Hollywood)

 

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(Hollywood some how gets a shoulder up. Silent gets to his feet, and pulls Hollywood up with him. Silent throws Hollywood’s arm over his head, and puts his arm over Hollywood’s head. Silent lifts Hollywood into the air, and holds him up in a vertical suplex position.)

 

King: Silent is holding him up there for a long time.

 

Axis: All the blood is going to Hollywood’s brain.

 

Edwin: Maybe knock some brain cells back into Hollywood’s head.

 

King: Yeah, weed happens to kill brain cells.

 

Edwin: Obviously.

 

(After a few seconds, Silent lets Hollywood go, grabbing Hollywood around the neck, and falling down with him)

 

Axis: Palpitations!

 

Edwin: Hollywood’s neck has to be killing him.

 

(Silent makes the cover)

 

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(Hollywood kicks out. Silent looks at the referee in disbelieve. Silent quickly stands and pulls Hollywood up with him. Silent hooks Hollywood’s arm over his head, and throws his arm over Hollywood’s head. Silent lifts Hollywood straight into the air in a vertical position, and drops back, driving Hollywood into the mat.)

 

Axis: Vertical suplex….

 

(Silent rolls over, still holding onto Hollywood. Silent gets to his feet, pulling Hollywood up with him. Silent wraps his arms around Hollywood’s waist, lifts him into the air, and drops back, driving Hollywood into the mat.)

 

Axis: Gut wrench suplex….

 

(Silent rolls over, still holding onto Hollywood. Silent gets to his feet, pulling Hollywood up with him. Silent wraps his arms around Hollywood’s neck, and his arm. Silent jumps back, throwing Hollywood into the air, and Hollywood comes crashing down into the mat.)

 

Axis: And there is the head-arm suplex.

 

King: And those are Hollywood’s Breaking Points. This match is over. Silent won, Hollywood lost.

 

(Silent crawls over to Hollywood, and hooks his leg)

 

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(Hollywood somehow gets a shoulder up. Silent looks around in shock. Silent gets to his feet, and pulls Hollywood up with him. Silent grabs Hollywood in a front face lock, and swings around, dropping down with Hollywood in a swinging neck breaker)

 

Axis: The Fader.

 

(Silent quickly gets back onto Hollywood, and hooks his leg)

 

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(Hollywood once again, gets a shoulder up. Silent gets to his feet, and walks over to the corner. Silent looks over as Hollywood starts to roll around. Silent stands in the corner, looking like he’s thinking, as Hollywood pulls himself up in the opposite corner.)

 

Edwin: Silent is having trouble-putting Hollywood away. He is standing in the corner, thinking of what to do.

 

King: Don’t worry; Silent will put Hollywood away soon enough.

 

(Hollywood stumbles away from the ropes, and turns to Hollywood. Silent steps to Hollywood, and throws his boot up at Hollywood attempting a superkick, but Hollywood catches his foot. Hollywood spins Silent around, and Hollywood hits Silent with his own superkick, knocking Silent to the mat.)

 

Axis: Hollywood blocked Silent’s superkick with his own superkick.

 

Edwin: Hollywood is still alive.

 

King: Not for long.

 

(Hollywood jumps into the air, doing a 180* spin, and dropping down, leg dropping Silent across the chest.)

 

Axis: 420 Leg drop!

 

King: Not again….

 

(Hollywood quickly gets to his feet, and runs towards the ropes opposite of Silent. Hollywood bounces into the ropes, and runs back towards Silent. Hollywood dives to the ground, doing a roll, then jumping out of the roll, leaping into the air, and comes crashing down sentoning across Silent’s chest getting a big crowd pop)

 

Edwin: ROLLING THUNDER!

 

King: NOOOOOOOOOOOO

 

(Hollywood lays on top of Silent, and hooks the leg)

 

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(Silent gets a shoulder up, getting an “Ohhh” from the crowd.)

 

King: Yes!!! Thank you God.

 

(Hollywood holds his head in pain, as he doesn’t know what will keep Silent down. Hollywood rises to his feet, and grabs Silent and lifts him to his feet. Hollywood pushes Silent up against the ropes, and grabs his arm. Hollywood whips Silent off the ropes, but Silent doesn’t let go of Hollywood’s arm, and pulls Hollywood into him. Silent lifts Hollywood onto his shoulders, DVD position, but before he can do anything, Hollywood slips out behind him. Hollywood shoves Silent into the corner, but the referee gets in the way, and Silent crashes into the referee.)

 

Edwin: And the referee is down.

 

(Silent looks down at the referee, and then backs up slowly, not sure what to do. Silent turns to Hollywood, but Hollywood lifts Silent up onto his shoulders, DVD position, and hooks Silent’s arm. Hollywood throws Silent off his shoulders, causing Silent to spin in mid-air, and Hollywood holds him with his free arm, and drops down, driving Silent into the ground with a sit-out rock bottom.)

 

Axis: The Greatest Pro Wrestling Move in Pro Wrestling History Even Before the Days of Hulk Hogan, Ric Flair, and Lou Thez!

 

Edwin: But the referee is out!

 

(Hollywood quickly covers Silent, and hooks the leg, even though the referee isn’t awake)

 

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(Hollywood gets off of Silent, and looks over at the referee. Hollywood rises to his feet, and walks over to the referee. Hollywood tries waking up the referee, as Silent begins to rise to his feet. Silent stumbles over behind Hollywood, and grabs Hollywood’s arms, tucking them in between both of their bodies. Silent lifts Hollywood into the air, and throws him back, letting go of his grip on Hollywood’s arms, as Hollywood goes crashing down onto his neck.)

 

King: The Sound of Silence! Its over, its over now.

 

Edwin: The referee is still out cold.

 

(Silent crawls over to the unconscious body of Hollywood. Silent holds Hollywood’s legs down, holding him down for a pin, even though the referee is out)

 

King: One…Two…Three….Four…..Five…..Six…..Seven…..Eight…Nine…Ten…..Eleven. Come on, Hollywood is dead, Silent won.

 

Edwin: But the referee is out.

 

(Silent lets go of Hollywood and crawls over to the referee, as Hollywood rolls out under the bottom rope, and stands on the outside. Hollywood walks over to a member of the ring crew, and grabs Silent’s cane that he brought down to the ring. Silent starts shake the referee, trying to wake him up. Hollywood slides back into the ring, still holding the cane, and rises to his feet. Silent turns to Hollywood, and gets nailed right in the throat with his cane.)

 

King: WHAT THE HELL?

 

Edwin: He is using Silent’s own cane against him.

 

Axis: Wouldn’t expect that from Hollywood.

 

King: THAT’S NOT FAIR!

 

(Silent holds his throat in pain, as Hollywood slams the cane into Silent’s face, right between his eyes, and Silent goes down. Hollywood throws the cane outside of the ring, and stumbles to the corner. Hollywood springboards onto the top rope, and turns towards Silent. Hollywood leaps into the air, pumping his arms and legs into his body, and throwing them back out, as he comes crashing down across Silent’s chest.)

 

Axis: The Ratings Grabber!

 

King: NOOOOOOOOOO

 

(Hollywood stays on top of Silent, and hooks the leg. The referee finally comes to, and crawls towards Hollywood and Silent)

 

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Edwin: Hollywood advances in the world title tournament!

 

King: NOOOOO

 

(Hollywood rolls off of Silent, and rolls into the middle of the ring. Hollywood holds his ribs in pain, as the referee crawls towards him, and raises his hand in the air. “Peace Not Greed” by Kottonmouth Kings starts playing as Hollywood rises to his feet. Hollywood poses for the crowd, when Silent stands up behind him. Silent walks up behind Hollywood, and grabs him around his neck, lifting him into the air, doing a 180* spin, and dropping down, driving Hollywood neck first into the mat with a very stiff, Demonstar Driver)

 

Axis: Demonstar Driver!

 

Edwin: That was uncalled for.

 

King: Oh yeah, like the cane shots weren’t?

 

 

(“The Sounds of Silence” by Nevermore starts playing again, as Silent looks down at Hollywood with hate in his eyes. EMT’s start rushing to the ring with a stretcher. Silent steps out of the ring, and starts walking to the back, as the EMT’s load Hollywood up onto the stretcher.)

 

King: This is great. Even though Hollywood won the match, he might not even be able to compete next round thanks to the Demonstar Driver. Silent is the smartest man alive.

 

Edwin: My god, how can you be happy after Hollywood is possibly seriously injured.

 

(The EMT’s pull Hollywood out of the ring, and drag him to the back on the stretcher.)

[Guest hhh6294]

Ok... since EVERYONE seems to think I no-showed, here's the message I sent to Suicide King on July 7th, 2002, 7:09 PM Board Time, about 12 PM my time.

 

If King did not receive a message entitled "Match- Jake" then the PM System is Fucked up, because it is in my "Sent Msgs" folder, or whatever that is called...

 

Point being... I did write something.

 

Hey King... If I get the message right... I think you have no match from both Fugue and Me... so here's a quick one.

 

*~* Back from SJL Commericals, Jacob Helmsley is suddenly on camera, standing in the middle of the ring with Fred Hallbrook next to him. *~*

 

Axis: "We're back from commericals... and this is an interesting start... Jake and Fred are both standing out in the ring, they came out durring the break ready to start the match, but we have no word if Fugue has even arrived at the arena yet..."

 

Edwin: "He's dead if he don't show up..."

 

*~* All of the sudden, Fugue stumbles out onto the ramp with a forty in his hands, mumbling something about elves in his ass, while smiling to his crotch. *~*

 

King: "What the fuck? He's drunk!"

 

*~* Standng tall at th etop of the ramp with a mic in his hands, Fugue manages to look into the ring, and see Jake and Fred He begins to speak. *~*

 

Fugue: *~* Hiccupping as he speaks *~* "Hellooo... Jake... Freddie... I ready for matchie!"

 

*~* Fugue begins to stumble his way down the ramp, but before he could take his first step, He collapses upon himself, falling flat on his face, with the forty in his hands spilling out all over the ramp, Meanwhile in the ring, Jacob and Fred just look at the drunk fool with strange looks on their faces, as the referee rings the bell, and begins to count Fugue out. *~*

 

ONE!!

 

King: "He's dead I think..."

 

Edwin: "Dead Drunk... and Dead in the back when I tak to him..."

 

Axis: "Man... talk about an Stone Cold Steve Austin wannabe casualty..."

 

TWO!!

 

THREE... *~* referee looks up at Fugue *~*

 

Ref: "Aah hell with it."

 

*~* The referee calls for the bell *~*

 

Funyon: "The winner... as a result... uh... of his opponent passing out... Jacob Helmsley!"

 

*~* Jake and Fred both get out of the ring, and walk up the ramp, disappointed that they didn't even touch the man. *~*

 

Axis: "Well... this is scertainly an interesting way to end a match... Jacob didn't even touch the man..."

 

Edwin: "He's dead when I see him..."

 

King: "Oh well... we'll be back with more interesting matches after this message once again..."

 

*~* Cameras fade out with the final scene of Fugue on his face on the ramp, as jacob steps on top of him to get to the back. *~*

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

...yeah... this is a quickie... but at least I did something.

 

Sorry, King.

 

This week has been hell at work. I had one day schedualed on Wed. to work on the match, but never got it, since three managers walked out at McD's, and I was called in to cover for them. This weekend, I am going to be gone on vacation from Friday to Monday, because of my Grandparent's 50th anneversary, but that shouldn't affect the next match I have...

 

 

Again, I am sorry I didn't have something bigger and more complex to hand in to you... It will never happen again.

 

~Jake