Suicide King's Tryout Match

[Guest Grand Slam]

I finally found it after sorting through old e-mails for the better part of an hour, I found it. So, since King gave his blessing, here it is!!

 

One thing though, you need some history. This match is from way back in January of 2001, and at the time Triple H, Stephanie and Kurt Angle were all mixed up in the "Love Triangle" storyline. This is important.

 

So, without further interruptions...

 

The Match

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[Opening camera pan of the filled-to-capacity house, as the fans go nuts. The camera focuses in on one fan in particular holding a sign that says, "Lillian Garcia is the TRUE Women's Champion!"]

 

King: I'd let her wear my crown anyday!

JR: Welcome back to Smackdown, from the Nassau Coliseum! And what a night it has been already! We've seen a stellar match with the Hardy Boyz, and things are definitely heating up between Kurt Angle and his challenger at the Royal Rumble, Triple H!

King: Speaking of Triple H, he's been absolutely livid about his match tonight. Seems that someone in the front office scheduled him to take on an absolute newcomer here. The Game is a ring general, JR, he watches tapes, scouts, talks to past opponents... but his opponent tonight has never wrestled in the WWF! For all practical purposes, the Game is as clueless as you usually are JR! Hah!

JR: Thank you King, as always it's a pleasure. You don't really think that the Triple H is worried though, do you? This young buck, even if he has all the heart in the world, simply cannot hope to match the Game's cunning, his experience, and certainly has no defense against his wife, the spoiled little rich girl!

 

[The ring darkens in anticipation of the next match. The fans quiet down a bit, unsure as to what is coming next. Lillian Garcia takes the mike...]

 

LG: The next match is scheduled for one fall... introducing first, from Dayton Ohio, weighing 221 lbs, Suicide King!!!

 

[A large King of Hearts appears on the TitanTron, spinning... a soft female voice says, "Are you a gambling man...?" The stage explodes in a burst of red pyro, and an instrumental guitar driven "Don't Fear the Reaper" sounds through the arena as Suicide King appears. Head bobbing, he walks down the ramp confidently, eyes panning the crowd, who have a mixed reaction to the newcomer.]

 

JR: What is he looking for King? Divine intervention? He looks awfully young to be taking on the Game here tonight...

 

[suicide King's eyes light up as he seems to find what he was looking for... he hops off the ramp and over to a rather attractive woman seated on the aisle. Smiling broadly, he takes out something from his pocket and a pen, makes some signing motions, and hands it to the fan, who seems sort of shocked to have a wrestler so close. He blows her a kiss and walks away.]

 

JR: Did he just give her his phone number?! This young warrior is going to have to get his mind in the ring fast if he even wants to last five minutes with the cerebral assassin, Triple H.

 

[The camera pans in to reveal that the young woman is holding a King of Hearts playing card, with the initials SK written on it. She now has a huge grin on her face, and seems to be blushing a little.]

 

King: This kid is a man after my own heart JR... Matches come and go, but groupies hang around til you tell them to leave!

JR: Grow up King.

 

[The newcomer slides into the ring, still smiling... he stands in the middle of the ring, basking in the crowd's attention]

 

LG: From Greenwich Connecticut, accompanied by Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley...

[she is cut off prematurely by the start of Triple H's new music... he appears at the top of the ramp, bottle of water in hand. He takes a drink, and then pours the rest over his head before marching down the ramp, Stephanie following after. Triple H climbs the ring apron and stands there, eyes downcast, before raising his arms above his head and letting loose a primal scream! The fans are giving him some major heat!]

 

JR: The Game, like some sort of Viking god.... he is here and he is not happy. I hope this youngster gets out of here with only a bruised ego.

King: If I know Triple H, he is going to use this chance to send a message to Angle about exactly what it mean to get in the ring with him. It seems obvious that Angle will be watching this match intently.

 

[The Game steps into the ring, and goes to his corner, glaring death at Suicide King, who seems to shrink a little within his own skin. The lights come back on, and the ref is seen explaining the rules to the two men. Both men nod, and the ref backs away. The ring bell sounds!]

 

JR: And we are on! Let's see what these two can do! Wait a second...

 

Suicide King approaches Triple H with his hand outstretched... he seems to be talking at a high clip, smiling like an idiot... the Game looks shocked, then sort of amused.

 

King: What is he doing? Does he want to be friends, or does he want to wrestle?

JR: I think he is expressing his honest admiration for the Game!

King: It's a trick Triple H!

JR: I think he's sincere!

King: Oh, you always do!

 

Triple H deliberates for a second, then stretches his hand out as well. Suicide King's smile grows even bigger as he steps toward him, only to be met with a boot to the stomach and a flurry of rights! Triple H continues pounding on SK until he falls in the corner, where Triple H begins to stomp him into the ground!

 

King: Welcome to the WWF! Hah!

 

The ref finally pulls HHH off, and Suicide King take the chance to stand up and go through the ropes quickly. Triple H, unaware of SK, grandstands for a moment and intimidates the hell out of the ref before turning around, only to be caught by a sudden springboard cross body block! Both men go down, and the ref falls to his knees to begin the count...

 

1...

 

 

2... HHH's shoulder rises a mere second after the ref's hand falls, and he throws SK off.

 

JR: Nice move there! I think that may have woken the Game up however. Suicide King better be careful!

 

Both men rise, and begin to trade stiff rights, with HHH getting the better of the newcomer. SK is whipped into the ropes and eats a stiff clothesline for his troubles. Triple H backs off for a moment, only to run in again and land a devastating double knee drop to SK!

 

JR: That has got to be it for the new guy! He just left an impression of the back of his head in the mat!

King: Well, you never get a second chance to make a first impression!

JR: That was horrible King.

 

Triple H goes for the pin, and...

 

 

1...

 

 

2...

 

 

Kickout!

 

Triple H looks bemusedly down at SK, before pulling him to his feet by his hair, and planting him with a scoop slam in the middle of the ring. HHH picks him up again, assumedly to dish out more damage, and whips him into the ropes... HHH lashes out with a clothesline that SK barely ducks before running to the other ropes and bouncing off them... HHH ducks down for a back body drop, but SK leapfrogs over him, avoiding him once again! SK bounces off the ropes one more time, before launching a running roundhouse dropkick that catches the Game right in the chest, sending him reeling back toward the ropes. SK is on him again right away, whipping the Game into the ropes this time... the Game is obviously looking for another high impact move and attempts to duck it... SK goes down for the drop toe hold, tripping HHH up and sending him down on his face. Stephanie yells encouragement from the sidelines, banging on the ring apron, but HHH seems momentarily stunned. SK grabs ahold of the Game's left knee, and lifts it high above the mat before slamming it down... HHH screams in pain as SK slams his knee, again and again.

 

JR: Triple H may not know anything about his opponent, but Suicide King has obviously done his homework! He know that if the Game's knee is taken out, that then he may be able to power out a Pedigree!

King: That boy looks so frail I doubt he could power out of anything!

JR: Say what you will King, but that "boy" has taken more punishment already today than most people get in a lifetime!

 

Triple H is crawling for the ropes, as SK bangs away on his knee like it was a test of strength at a carnival. Seeing that HHH gets closer to the ropes with every slam, SK stops, and instead applies a reverse anklelock to his right ankle! The pain is telling on HHH's face, as he reaches for the ropes madly.

 

King: Well, if Suicide King knew any better he'd still be working that knee.

 

SK is really cranking on that ankle now, attempting to get HHH to submit, but the Game won't do it! Suddenly Stephanie appears at the apron, and reaches for her husband's hands to pull him to the ropes... the ref is yelling, telling her to stop and counting (for God knows what)... between HHH's strength and his wife's aid, he manages to make it to the lower ropes and SK is told to release the hold, which he does, glaring at Steph.

 

JR: Damn her! She should be barred from ringside!

King: Hey! She adds a little class to an otherwise ugly sport!

 

HHH pulls himself to his feet, favoring both legs if such a thing is possible. SK seems to be wary of him now, circling him, waiting for the Game to make the next move. Tired of waiting, SK runs at the Game, swinging a mean clothesline of his own... which HHH ducks, reaching for SK's chin... Falling neckbreaker by the Game!

 

King: That should slow things down a little, I think.

 

HHH takes advantage of this break, and attempts to keep SK on the ground where his superior mobility won't help him. The Game rains punch after punch down on the face of the rookie, who is squirming around, trying to avoid this punishment to no avail. HHH gingerly gets to his feet, pulling SK after him... Oh! SK sucker punches the Game in the gut, and again, and again! SK grabs the Game and prepares for a vertical suplex attempt, tucking the Game's head under his arm and lifting the arm over...

 

King: Oh no....this could be the beginning of the end for the Game!

 

Sk begins to lift, but the Game counters with a hooked leg! Once more by Suicide King with the same result. On the third try, HHH overpowers the rookie, and lifts him up into a textbook Northern Lights Suplex, crashing SK into the mat and maintaining the pinning bridge.

 

JR: And that is why he is the Game folks... always three steps ahead of you.

 

The ref drops for the count...

 

 

1...

 

 

2...

 

 

3... no, the ref's hand didn't fall. Triple H gets up, steaming, as the ref backs away frantically, pointing toward SK's leg, which is hung up on the lower rope from the suplex. HHH shoves the ref into the corner, terrorizing him further.

 

JR: Lucky break for the youngster there... I don't think he could have kicked out King, the Game had it locked tight.

King: You're absolutely right JR, the youngster is still down!

 

HHH returns to the task at hand, leaving the ref in the corner. Picking up SK by the hair once more, he drags him over to the corner, where he peppers SK with shoulder thrusts to the abdomen. Standing back, he watches SK fall forward to his knees... Nearly dragging SK to the middle of the ring, he whips him into the ropes one more time... SK bounces off the ropes and comes back to HHH, who has dropped to the floor, letting SK jump over him... one more bounce, and SK comes back and... OH! SK is caught by HHH, ramming his face into HHH's good knee! SK is laid out like a sack of potatoes that have been beaten savagely.

 

JR: What a facebuster! This one has got to be...What the hell is that?!

 

[suddenly on the TitanTron, the GTV logo shows...the grainy black and white camera shows itself to be in Mr. McMahon's office, where he and Trish Stratus are talking over some wine...

 

Trish: Now you're sure this isn't an inconvenience, Vinnie?

 

VM: Oh no, no Trish... the pleasure is *all* mine.

 

Vince's face suddenly breaks into a lecherous grin.

 

Trish: Oh good... I'd hate to think that I made things difficult for you at all... but, what about Stephanie?

 

Vince: What about her? She'll understand. She's always been Daddy's little girl.

 

Trish: That's a relief... every family should have a good girl... but you know Vince, I never could quite get the hang of it...

 

Trish moves closer, hugging Vince's arm.

 

Trish: I've always been a very bad girl...

 

The image fades out again to be replaced with the GTV logo again.]

 

Steph is looking at the TitanTron, absolutely livid, her mouth hanging open. Triple H looks at his wife, since SK has barely moved the whole while the footage was showing.

 

King: Sound like Mr. McMahon wants Trish to fill an executive position!

JR: You're disgusting.

 

Steph says something to HHH, who responds with a nod... Steph then takes off, running toward the backstage area with murder on her mind!

 

Triple H shakes his head before returning to his victim, who seems to be coming to slightly. Triple H aims to remedy this with a couple of double ax handles to his opponent's back, followed by some vicious elbows to the back of SK's head! SK gets up, falls to his knees again, and gets up once more, responding with some weak punches to the Game's midsection. Eventually he backs the Game back to the ropes, where he whips him once again only to be reversed... SK bounces off the ropes as the Game goes for another back body drop... SK dives over him into a sunset flip!

 

1... The Game breaks the desperation move quickly.

 

Both competitors get to their feet, the Game charging in to keep his edge over the tired rookie. SK puts a quick boot to the Game's stomach though, knocking the wind out of him... as HHH sits there bent over, catching his breath, SK bounces off the ropes and lands a devastating scissor kick on the back of HHH's neck! Both men go down!

 

JR: Suicide King is reaching down deep, throwing everything but the kitchen sink at the Game, but he has got to be running out of tricks, King.

King: I think that's a safe bet.

 

Both men get up, SK a little faster... now he is trying to keep HHH off his game with a sequence of punches and knife edge chops, backing him to the ropes before trying to whip the Game one more time, only to be reversed... and SK collides with Dave Hebner, knocking him out of the ring... SK looks absolutely mortified, and seems to be getting ready to go outside to help the ref...

 

JR: Oh! Hebner's out The ref is down!

King: Never turn your back on the Game, you <beep>!

JR: King!

King: Sorry.

JR: We need help out here now!

 

HHH takes advantage of SK's Good Samaritan nature by spearing him in the back! The game then proceeds to stomp the life out of the rookie, before lifting him by his hair and tucking his head between his legs...

 

JR: What is he doing?! There's no ref to count a win!

King: I don't think this is about a win anymore JR...

JR: Leave him alone! Wait a second... who the hell is that??

 

Somebody comes running down the entry ramp, unseen by HHH who is facing the announce tables...

 

JR: Only one man would wear a warm up suit that hideous!

King: It's Kurt Angle! What is he doing out here?

 

The Game hooks one arm, and then another, as our Olympic Champion slides in to the ring unseen.... HHH comes crashing down on the head of SK, who is knocked cold by the devastating Pedigree!

 

JR: Pedigree! Pedigree!

 

HH stands up, roaring like a lion, shaking with intensity... Angle measures him up, moving closer...

 

King: Look out Hunter!

 

Angle plants HHH with the Olympic Slam! HHH lands with a sick thud, sprawled across the middle of the ring... Angle looks around, his arms in the air as the crowd boos, which slowly transforms into a chant of "Angle Sucks!" Not satified yet, he picks up the Game one more time, and delivers another devastating Olympic Slam! With a vicious smile on his face, he goes over to SK's prone body, and drags it over the Game, before leaving the ring...

 

JR: That ain't right!

 

Angle goes over to Dave Hebner, urging him back toward consciousness and helping him into the ring... Hebner groggily sees the pin fall, and painfully drops to his knees to count it...

 

 

1...

 

 

2...

 

 

3!!!

 

 

DING DING DING!

 

 

LG: The winner of this match is Suicide King!

 

JR: Well, you have to admit, that is one hell of a first win King.

 

King: He didn't win! Triple H was robbed!

 

JR: You live the Game's life and this sort of thing happens. He alienates everybody! This just adds fuel to the fire for Angle and the Game's match at the Royal Rumble.

 

King: Well, what about Suicide King? This is his first victory here? He doesn't look like a winner... he looks like a casualty!

 

JR: They all count the same in the record book... still to come tonight, the Rock and Kane face off in a match to determine who will be #1 in the Royal Rumble! Stay tuned!

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Me again... the story isn't complete. This match came complete with...

 

The Promo

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[After the match, Suicide King is in the back, icing his neck and in obvious pain... Kevin Kelley approaches with a microphone]

 

KK: Suicide King, you've just won your first match in the WWF, against none other than the Game, Triple H. How do you feel?

 

SK: Truthfully? I feel like death warmed over Kevin... as if the physical pain wasn't bad enough, my first win is tainted... it's ruined. Triple H didn't deserve that... I didn't deserve that win. He had me beat. And now I feel really bad about it.

 

KK: What?

 

SK: You heard me.

 

KK:... Umm... ok. Why?

 

SK: Why? What's wrong with you? That's not how my mother raised me, let me tell you that much. There are certain things I believe in, like fair play, and not taking credit for other people's work. Particularly when that work comes from someone like Kurt Angle. I think he may have dropped one of his I's on the way to the ring, because that did NOT seem to have much integrity

to it.

 

KK: What was with the girl?

 

SK smiles broadly: Oh yeah... thanks Kevin... I'd almost forgot. Well, let's just say that the Suicide King is also the King of Hearts.

 

KK: One last question for you, if you don't mind.

 

SK: Shoot.

 

KK: Umm... Why are you being nice to me? None of the other wrestlers are when I interview them.

 

SK laughs for a long moment: That would be because when I was still in the Academy training, I had to help people practice their promos, and I really got sick of people yelling at me and calling me a hermaphrodite. I can stop if you'd prefer...

 

KK: No, no, that won't be necessary...

 

KK turns back to the camera as SK walks away... suddenly, out of nowhere, Kurt Angle appears, swinging a chair into the back of SK's head, knocking him flat.

 

Angle: I swear, these kids today... none of them know how to be gracious when they receive a present!

 

Angle walks away, chair in hand...

 

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As a bonus, I offer you this little gem from my archives...

 

Suicide King's First Ever IGNJL Promo!!

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PROMO:

 

[Camera cuts to a packed house, courtesy of the IGNJL! The fans are restless, having heard enough talk to last 3 lifetimes, and the undercurrent of mumbling suggests they aren't going to take it anymore... the ring is empty in between two matches, and Funyon waits in the ring, twirling his microphone by the wire...]

 

Suddenly, a soft female voice echoes throughout the arena...

 

"Are you a gambling man...?"

A large King of Hearts playing card appears, rotating on the TitanTron... the crowd perks up a bit since they have no idea what is going on, as a burst of red pyro fires straight up and the loudspeakers sound out the guitar chords of "Don't Fear The Reaper..." Two words appear...

 

SUICIDE KING

 

The man himself appears at the top of the ramp, slowly walking down to the ring with a smile on his face, head bobbing slightly to the music... as he approaches the ring, he points to the large tattoo on his right shoulder, which is quite obviously a King of Hearts. Smiling to the ladies, he slides into the ring next to Funyon and signals to cut the music.

 

Funyon: Well, Suicide King, as per every newbie's contract you get your fifteen minutes in the spotlight here. Knock yourself out, and don't write any checks your body can't cash.

 

He hands the blonde youngster the microphone, and prepares to leave the ring.

 

SK: Hold on a second Funyon... there's something else...

 

Funyon looks almost bored by the proceedings, and prepares to defend himself from the attack or wild insults to be hurled forth by the youngster.

 

SK: I just wanted to say that I've been watching the IGNJL for a long time, and the IGNWF as well. I think I can safely say that you are one of the hardest workers in the entire business, and face or heel, I would like to shake your hand.

 

Funyon looks genuinely shocked as the King of Hearts holds out his hand; Funyon extends his hesitantly, expecting a trick... they clasp hands and exchange a few words, both men smiling now... Funyon says something that isn't picked up, and SK nods...

 

The crowd pops like an overfilled balloon!!

 

As Funyon exits the ring, Suicide King begins his speech...

 

SK: Hello Chicago! (mild pop) I know that at least for now, I'm not what you came to see so I'll make this brief! I am... the Suicide King, but all my female fans know be better as... (points to his shoulder) the King of Hearts. (some squealing from pre-pubescent girls) Now I've been watching things the past couple of days here, and things seem to be heating up! It looked like the perfect time for a young wrestler fresh from Shawn Michaels' T... W... A!!!!! (big pop for the Heartbreak Kid) to make a name for himself, so here I am! I want to take this opportunity to thank the two people who made all this possible... ol' HBK himself (pop), and our own JL grand poobah himself, Drew! (mild heat from the crowd) Say what you will, but Drew took a big chance on signing me, and I intend to reward his faith.

 

SK: Now according to the rookie wrestler code, I'm supposed to come out here and tell you all how I will save this company, how I am the best there ever was, how I will take every belt, key all the other wrestlers' cars, and make free with their women. (some heat, some laughing) But I won't... you see, I learned from the other rookies' mistakes, and instead, let me tell you what I

will and won't be doing, through the eyes of common sense.

 

SK: I WILL NOT WIN EVERY MATCH! In fact, I'm probably going to lose more than I win for a long time. What I will give you is my best every night, all night. I will fight until I cannot stand anymore, and then if my arm isn't raised I will shake my opponent's hand. Wrestling is my life, but it isn't all there is. At the end of the day it's who you are, not what you've won. (some popping)

 

SK: I WILL NOT BE JUMPING PEOPLE BACKSTAGE! For the love of God people, what is with this place? Seems like all the wrestlers are swinging tire irons, bats, and chairs at anything that moves. Makes a man a little doozy, eh? I leave my matches in the ring, where they belong. (little more poppage from Chicago)

 

SK: I WILL TAP OUT TO SUBMISSION MOVES! I don't know about you, but the mere thought of being put in the Sea of Sorrow, or the Comet's Tail makes my teeth hurt. (laughter) I aim to avoid getting into them, but if I'm put in them you sure as h*ll can bet I'll be getting out of them as quickly as I can. That said though, there's more than one way to break a hold... (smiles broadly, turning so all the fans can see)

 

SK: I WILL NOT ATTACK REFS! They aren't to blame for bad calls, they're only human! As a matter of fact, as soon as I'm done here I'm going back to the ref's lounge for senior ref Bill Dwyer's retirement party. Never hurts to be friends with the refs, if you catch my meaning... (more laughter as the crowd warms to this forthright young man)

 

SK: And finally there is one last thing I can promise you people... I WILL PUT MY HEALTH AND MY WELL-BEING ON THE LINE, EVERY NIGHT, ALL NIGHT FOR YOUR AMUSEMENT! This is all I ever wanted to do, and I know if I give you my all, you'll return the favor. (major pop from the crowd) So if you'll all join me for one more second, there's something I've always wanted to do, then I'll return you to your I... G... N... wrestling! Thanks for your time Chicago, and I'll see you in the ring! (winks) Bet on it. (big pop for the rookie as he finishes)

 

Suicide King goes to the middle of the ring, and strikes a pose, stretching his legs and flexing his arms like a young HBK, as a line of pyro goes off behind him in sequence...

 

SK: THIS ONE'S FOR YOU SHAWN! (with a huge smile on his face, and a huge pop from the crowd)

 

Over the loudspeakers... "I think I'm cute, I know I'm sexy..."

 

"Sexy Boy" begins to play as Suicide King, the King of Hearts, the Gambling Man throws his mike down to Funyon and slides out of the ring. He walks back up the entry way, stopping only for a second to pick out a girl on the aisle. He takes out a King of Hearts card, signs it, and gives it to her with a wink, before disappearing behind the curtain.

 

PROMO ENDS

 

OOC: Hello IGNJL! It's a pleasure to be here, and I'll see you all in the ring! Oh, and Suicide... if you think there's any problem with our names being so close, PM me and maybe we can work out a winner keeps his name match with Drew, or something. Otherwise I say live and let live.

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We all know where it went from there, eh? So, thanks to all of you for joining me in the Wayback Machine... I hope you had fun!

 

- "Grand Slam" Mark Stevens

[Guest TheAntipop]

That's mah boy.

[Guest Ace309]

mmm... overbooked...

[Guest The Superstar]

(Y)~! I love it.

[Secret Agent 0]

I vaguely remember that. Although I totaly forgot that he even went by the Suicide King the entire time. I thought it was just a name change along with the heel turn.

 

Damn I'm clueless.

[Guest Suicide King]

Wow.... the good old days. In my defense, I already knew I could write a wrestlign match, I was just trying to show that I could incorporate other people's storylines into my matches, which as you all know happens all the time. A nice trip own memory lane.

 

And yes, I was originally known as the Suicide King, until Suicide, then a member of Anarchy, had a hissy fit.

[Secret Agent 0]

Now post Raynor's tryout match, Mark!

 

*Is dying to worship Chris Raynor even more*

[Guest chirs3]

... no... no need to do that, Mark, NO NEED TO DO THAT!

 

Wait, do you even have it?

 

The only guy who would have it should be Drew, unless I was foolish enough to post it on some thread at IGN.

 

If anyone has it, send it to me first. Please?

[Guest Grand Slam]

I don't have anyone else's tryout match. The only reason I have King's was thet he sent it to me for an opinion before he sent it to whoever on JLCC.

 

I'd post mine, but when I joined they didn't require a tryout. Although after going back and reading some of my promo work in the JL as a heel...

 

Well, let's just say it is a good thing I turned face...