HollywoodSpikeJenkins 0 Report post Posted February 12, 2004 Lockdown returns from the previous commercial break, as the camera pans around the arena focusing in on certain members of the audience with Pro-Trinity signs, and Anti-Unnamed signs. The Pittsburgh fans, who are known to love their different styles of wrestling, mixed in with intriguing storylines, are on their feet. The fans stand on their feet and cheer, as they do not get the same product they get with SWF in other promotions, thus making the SWF superior. "Welcome Back! To SWF Lockdown!" shouts Cyclone Comet in an eager, excited voice. "You haven't taken your ritalin today, have you Comet?" "Us Superhero's don't need ritalin! We are just generally excited! It's in the gene's!" "Or the twelve cups of coffee you guys drink a day . . . " "That helps, too!" "Up next, folks! The first ever title defense of the USJL Championship!" "Current champion, Citizen Andrew ‘Sacred’ Blackwell unified the SWF United States Championship, and the Unified SJL World Heavyweight Championship and SJL European Championship, to form the hybrid USJL Championship!" "He did this all while beating the snot out of the now-Unnamed member, Landon Maddix at the 2004 SWF Clusterfuck!" "Tonight, will be his first title defense against . . . " "The stupidest leaguer to ever step a foot in the SWF!" cuts off Bobby Riley. "Citizen Spike Jenkins . . . " "This guy CHALLENGED The HVille Thugg! Now, I have heard of stupid leaguers before, but this guy takes the cake!" "We have cake?" "It's a figure of speech, Comet." "So, no cake?" The conversation is cut short, as "Not Today" by Hotwire starts up over the PA system. After several seconds, "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins finally walks out from behind the entrance curtain, a hood over his head, and staring at the ground. Some members of the audience cheer, knowing him from his debut at the Clusterfuck, and his attack on Michael Craven, Mike Van Siclen, and his brawl with Dace Night; while others know him from his challenge to the HVille Thugg from Storm, while the rest still has no idea who he is. "The Following Contest is for the USJL Championship . . . " speaks Funyon from the middle of the ring. "...and will be a Triple Impact Match! The rules of the match state that inside this envelope I am holding, will be a wrestling maneuver. The first man to hit that specific move three times in a row, will win the match, and the USJL Championship! First, The Challenger!!" Spike flips the hood off of his head, and starts to make his way down to the ring. Spike looks around the audience, while jumping up and down and spinning, trying to get the crowd excited. Spike charges for the ring, and dives in under the bottom rope. Spike jumps to his feet, and heads for the corner farthest from the Smarktron. "Weighing in at Two Hundred and twenty-five Pounds! Hailing from Hollywood, California! He is 'Hollywood' Spike Jenkins!!!!" Spike leaps up onto the middle rope, and holds his arms high in the air. A mixed reaction is given, as the fans are still not sure who Spike is, or what is game is. Spike pulls his jacket off of his back, and tosses it to a ringside assistant, as . . . ...The picture is hijacked. The vision begins to distort, overrun by static . . . ...Through the PA comes the recognizable voice of Andrew Blackwell. The crowd immediately starts booing, knowing who is on his way out. “There is nothing wrong with your television set.” “Do not attempt to adjust the picture.” Bobby Riley suddenly interjects "Here is the man that has taken the dreams of a younger Leaguer, in Landon Maddix, who wanted to unify the SJL European Championship, SJL World Championship, and the SWF United States title. This man right here, took those dreams, and destroyed them!" “I will control the horizontal.” "There is a lot of potential in Citizen Jenkins! There is a chance that he will take the USJL Title away from Citizen Blackwell's first defense!" “I will control the vertical.” His voice suddenly deepens, sending a chill down the spine of everyone in the arena… “ I am controlling transmission….” The picture returns to normal, as the lights begin to recede, until the arena is bathed in darkness. As it does so, “Tainted” my Lycia begins to play its soft, haunting tune, prompting spot lights at either side of the stage to suddenly switch on, and swing around to point toward the entranceway. "And the Champion!" They illuminate the Sacred One as he walks out to meet his adoring public, Unified Smarks Junior League Championship wrapped around his waist. The crowd hisses at the grizzled old veteran as he walks down the ramp way, the spotlights following him as he does so, as if he were a god. "Weighing in at Two Hundred and sixteen pounds! Hailing from Adelaide, Australia! He is the current reigning, and defending USJL Champion and SWF Hall of Famer!!! He Is Andrew ‘Sacred’ Blackwell!! Funyon exits the ring, as Sacred makes his way up the steel steps, onto the ring apron. Sacred quietly steps through the middle and top rope, entering the ring. Sacred stands in the corner opposite of Spike, as he unstraps the USJL Title from around his waist. Sacred hands the belt to the referee, and stands in the corner, looking over at the young Hollywood Superstar. The referee hands the belt to a worker at ringside, and signals for the bell. *Ding Ding Ding* "It is now time we find out what the special 'Triple Impact Maneuver' is!" The camera focuses in on Funyon, as he rips open the brown envelope, and pulls out a sheet of paper. Both Sacred and Spike stand in the ring, looking on, waiting for the ring announcer. Funyon looks over the sheet of paper, and brings the microphone up to his mouth. "The Triple Impact Maneuver is . . . A SPINNING HEEL KICK!" "A Spinning Heel Kick! Let's get underway!" shouts Comet. Spike turns around . . . BUT IS QUICKLY MET WITH A SPINNING HEEL KICK FROM SACRED!!! Spike falls to the mat, stunned from the quick attack from Sacred. "HA HA!" laughs Bobby Riley. "Blackwell out smarted Spike Jenkins! Blackwell is up One to nothing!" ********************************* Triple Impact Match Triple Impact Maneuver: Spinning Heel Kick Andrew "Sacred" Blackwell: One "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins: Zero ********************************* Sacred stands in the corner, waiting for his opponent to get to his feet from the sneak attack. Spike stumbles around on the mat, before pulling himself up to his feet. Spike turns around . . . AS SACRED HITS A SECOND SPINNING HEEL KICK!!! ........ NO! Spike ducks! Sacred over shoots the kick, as Spike ducks underneath. Sacred quickly turns back to Spike, not wanting to lose the momentum, as Spike leaps into the air, and connects with a Standing Enziguri kick to the back of the head! Sacred falls face first to the mat, as Spike lies on the mat, trying to get his head back together from the first spinning heel kick. "Spike may have bought himself some time, but the ring general Sacred put himself up One to nothing! Sacred caught the Leaguer from out of nowhere right off the bat, and now Sacred is just Two Spinning Heel Kicks away from retaining the USJL Championship in his first title defense!" "I'm not the biggest fan of Citizen Blackwell, but he is a veteran. He knows how to use the ring, and when to take advantage of his opponent's mistakes. Of course, that has nothing to do with him cheap shotting Spike Jenkins when Spike wasn't looking!" "Stop crying, Comet." Laughs Bobby Riley. Both men begin to stir on the mat, with Spike getting up to his feet faster then Sacred. Sacred is right behind him . . . *Crack* ...but is caught with an elbow to the jaw. Sacred stumbles backwards, as Spike hits another elbow to the jaw. *Crack* Spike pushes Sacred back into the ropes. Spike grabs Sacred by the wrist, and Irish whips’ him across the ring. Sacred bounces off the opposite ropes, and comes charging back to a ready Spike Jenkins. Spike throws his leg into the air while doing a spin, aiming to tie up the score to One-One with a Spinning Heel Kick, but Sacred ducks underneath. Spike quickly turns around . . . *Smack* "Whooo" ....but is met with a knife-edged chop across the chest. The impact of the chop is powerful enough to knock Spike down to the mat. Spike quickly rolls onto his feet, and charges at a waiting Sacred. Sacred locks his arm around Spike's, and flips him over with a Japanese arm drag! Spike hits the mat, but rolls back onto his feet, as Sacred gets to his as well. Sacred tries to stay on the attack, and charges at Spike, but Spike locks his arm around Sacred's, and flips him over with his own Japanese arm drag! Both quickly jump to their feet, and charge at each other again. They both lock their own arms around each other, and BOTH go for a Japanese arm drag, but end up just dropping down to the mat together, arm in arm! "Both men went for the same move! And neither of them got anywhere!" shouts out Cyclone Comet. Both Spike and Sacred quickly unravel, and jump to their feet. Spike tries to take the opportunity to show off his martial art skills, as he swings a big roundhouse kick at Sacred's head, but Sacred ducks underneath it, causing Spike to spin around. Sacred locks Spike around the waist with a waist lock, and hoists him up into the air, and throwing him backwards with a German suplex! But the cruiserweight, who has been in this position many times before, simply flips over The Sacred One, and lands on his feet. "Great athletic ability by young Spike Jenkins!" comments Comet. Spike wraps his arms around the waist of Mr. Blackwell. Having the same idea as Sacred did moments ago, Spike lifts Sacred up into the air, and throws him backwards, looking for his own German suplex! .... But Spike isn't the only cruiserweight in this match. Sacred easily flips over the cocky WF rookie, and lands on his feet behind the Hollywood Superstar, just like Spike did to him moments ago. "Superb athletic ability from the veteran, Andrew Blackwell!" says Bobby Riley, verbally mocking his commentary partner/super hero. Instead of going for another, easily anticipated German suplex, Sacred drives his knee into the small of the back of Spike Jenkins. With Spike wincing in pain, Sacred wraps his arm around Spike's neck in a reverse front face lock. Sacred grabs the edge of Spike's yellow and black leather shorts, and picks him up, straight into the air . . . "Looks like Sacred is going for an inverted shotgun. Instead of a normal suplex, he is going for it out of the reverse suplex!" says an arrogant Bobby Riley, showing off his wrestling knowledge. Sacred holds Spike up in the air in a reverse suplex position, and gets ready to drop him down in a stunner. But the cocky youngster, straight out of Hollywood, California; wave his legs, and putting all the weight he can on the lower part of his body. The effect of this causes Sacred to lose his balance, and Spike slips out of the suplex, and lands on his feet behind Sacred. "It seems Citizen Blackwell is not the only person who knows his way around the ring, and how to get out of tight spots!" "Of course not! It's not like Spike Jenkins is new to the sport of Professional Wrestling! He has been in the SJL for damn near twelve years!" Instead of continuing the sequence of Suplex, Reversal, Suplex with The Sacred One, Spike pulls out his martial art’s background, as he gives Sacred a quick kick to the left knee. Sacred falls onto his left knee, as he growls in pain. Spike charges into the ropes facing Sacred. Spike bounces off the ropes, and comes charging back at Sacred. Sacred sees the attack coming, just as Spike leaps up onto Blackwell's right knee, and aims for a Shining Wizard!!! ....... But Blackwell ducks it! ........ Spike lands on his foot behind Blackwell, with his leg still en grouped with Sacred's knee . . . ....pulling out his cruiserweight style, Spike leaps backwards over Sacred's head, locking his free leg around Sacred's neck, as Sacred gets to his feet . . . .....and brings Sacred over with a Hurricanrana!!!! "Did you see that?!?!" "Hey . . . WHAT THE HELL?!?!" Cries Bobby Riley. "Citizen Blackwell ducked under the Shining Wizard, but the youngster flipped it back over into a Hurricanrana!" "How..? How did he do that?!?" As Sacred lies on the mat, Spike jumps up to his feet, and spins around, posing for the crowd that is now fully behind he in this match. Spike walks around, stopping at the lower half of Sacred's body. Spike reaches down, grabbing Sacred's right leg, and pulling it up off the ground. While holding Sacred's leg up in the air, Spike starts unleashing several kicks to the back of the knee! "Good strategy here by Citizen Jenkins." "Go on, explain. We all know you want too." Sighs a bored Bobby Riley. "Well, if Mr. Jenkins keeps attacking Sacred's leg, how will Sacred hit a spinning heel kick? He won't be able to lift his leg off the ground, and will also slow down his ability to move. Which gives Spike a better chance of hitting his own spinning heel kick." Spike holds onto Sacred's knee, and pulls Sacred up to one foot. Sacred hops around, as Spike holds one leg in the air, and taunts Blackwell. Spike starts shaking Blackwell's leg, forcing Blackwell to stumble around, until . . . *CRACK* Blackwell leaps into the air, and hits Spike in the back of the head with a big enziguri!! Sacred fell to the mat, followed right behind Spike Jenkins, who lands face first onto the mat. "Great moves! Excellent work by Andrew Blackwell!" Gloats a now happy Bobby. Sacred begins to roll around, as Spike lies on his face, just opening his eyes now from that huge kick. Blackwell climbs to his knees, and grabs the ropes closest to him to help pull himself to his feet. As he does this, Spike begins to stumble up to his feet as well. Spike turns around, and looks over at the barely standing Blackwell. Spike charges full speed at him . . . ...But Blackwell ducks his head down, and backdrops’ Spike over the top rope!!!! ...... But Spike lands on the ring apron!! Sacred turns around, and . . . *CRACK* ...Is met with an elbow to the jaw. Sacred stumbles backwards, as Spike gets a grip on the top rope. Spike pulls back on the top rope, and springboards himself onto it . . . ....but Sacred jumps forward, and pushes Spike off the top rope . . . ....and Spike just narrowly misses the floor, as he just catches the ring apron. Spike gets to a full standing on the ring apron, trying to regain his balance, when Sacred dives forward through the middle and top rope, wrapping his arms around the waist of Spike, as he drives his shoulder into Spike's abdomen, throwing both himself and Spike off the ring apron, and both men crash to the padded floor below!!!! "KAMIKAZE SUPER SPEAR!!!!!!" Shouts out Bobby Riley. "Calm down, Robert! You are a professional!" "Screw you! KAMIKAZE SUPER SPEAR THROUGH THE RING ROPES AND DOWN TO THE FLOOR! Spike Jenkins is dead!" Spike lays flat out on the floor, as Sacred begins to stir. The first couple of row filled with fans stand on their feet, and begin a "Holy Shit" chant. Sacred, taking the less impact of the two, rolls around, before pulling himself to his feet. Sacred limps over to Spike, reaches down and grabs him by his hair, pulling the youngster to his feet. Sacred pushes Spike up against the ring apron, and rolls him inside the ring, where he soon follows. “Now Sacred has Spike in the ring. Time to finish the job. Two more Spinning Heel Kicks, and Sacred walks out of here with his title.” “I hate to say it, but Citizen Jenkins may be knocked out cold. His head in the ground pretty hard.” In the ring, Sacred pulls himself up to his feet. Sacred grabs Spike by his hair again, and once again dead lifts him off the ground. Sacred holds Spike by the hair, looking into his glazed over eyes . . . before letting go of his hold . . . ...... And spinning around, hitting a Spinning Heel Kick!!! “Ha Ha!” ********************************* Triple Impact Match Triple Impact Maneuver: Spinning Heel Kick Andrew "Sacred" Blackwell: Two "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins: Zero ********************************* “Two down. One more to go!” Laughs Bobby Riley. Spike collapses to the mat, as Sacred stumbles into the ropes, and grabbing at his knee. The crowd breaks out into jeers, as Sacred arrogantly limps back over to Spike. Sacred reaches down, and grabs Spike by his hair again. Sacred lifts Spike off the mat again, and up to his feet. Sacred is able to leave Spike, standing dead on his feet, while Sacred takes a few steps back. Sacred looks over Spike, who is just barely remaining on his feet. Sacred taunts Spike, admiring his beat down on the leaguer. Sacred finally decides to finish the match, and spins around, throwing his leg into the air . . . ........... Sacred with the Spinning Heel Kick!!! ......... No! Spike ducks! Sacred spins around in a complete circle . . . *SMACK* Spike spins around, hitting Sacred with his own Spinning Heel Kick!!! ********************************* Triple Impact Match Triple Impact Maneuver: Spinning Heel Kick Andrew "Sacred" Blackwell: Two "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins: One ********************************* “NO!” “Citizen Jenkins ducked under Sacred’s Spinning Heel Kick and just hit his own! Spike is down by only one now!” Sacred falls to the mat, as does Spike right behind him. “Spike is too worn out to continue the match! End it now! Give Blackwell is title, and let him leave!” “I don’t think that will happen any time soon . . . ” “Don’t you have some bank robbers to stop or something?” The crowd is torn between cheering Spike, and booing Sacred, as both men lay in the middle of the ring. Andrew Blackwell, being the fresher of the two, even after taking the spinning heel kick, rolls over onto his stomach, and rises to his feet. The crowd immediately starts booing, as Sacred gets to his feet, and stumbles over to Spike. Sacred reaches down, and grabs Spike by the hair, dragging the Hollywood Superstar to his feet. Sacred steps back, setting up for the Spinning Heel Kick he missed earlier. “All right! It’s all over now!” Sacred spins around, throwing his leg into the air . . . ........... Sacred with the Spinning Heel Kick!!! ......... No! Spike ducks! Sacred spins around in a complete circle . . . Spike spins around, hitting Sacred with his own Spinning Heel Kick!!! ......... NO! Sacred catches Spike’s leg! Sacred quickly throws Spike’s leg down to the mat, knocking Spike back a bit. Sacred tries to catch Spike with an elbow to the jaw, but Spike quickly ducks under it. Sacred turns around, trying not to lose the momentum, but Spike throws his leg straight into the air, aiming at Sacred’s jaw. “Superkick!” No! Sacred catches Spike’s foot before getting hit with the superkick! Sacred pushes Spike’s leg away, spinning Spike around. Sacred waits for Spike to spin all the way around, as he waits to strike . . . .............. But Spike uses his momentum to complete the spin, and nail Sacred with a Spinning Heel Kick!!!! “I don’t believe it!” Yells Robert. ********************************* Triple Impact Match Triple Impact Maneuver: Spinning Heel Kick Andrew "Sacred" Blackwell: Two "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins: Two ********************************* “It’s tied! Citizen Jenkins tied the Triple Impact Match at Two a piece!” "I don't believe this! Sacred at the match won! How did that Leaguer tie it up?" "Citizen Jenkins was the underdog going into this match! And he was the underdog during the whole match! Andrew Blackwell was up Two to nothing, but got cocky, and Spike was able to pull through to tie the match! The next person to hit a Spinning Heel Kick will walk out of Pittsburgh the USJL Champion!” Back in the ring, both men finally get some breathing time, and start to get to their feet. They both make it up at the same time, as the crowd starts a “Holl E Wood! Holl E Wood!” chant going, followed with a “Sacred Sucks!” chant. Spike and Sacred take a second to look at each other, before unleashing a pair of elbows at each other’s heads. *CRACK* *CRACK* Both men stumble around, but Sacred comes back with a second elbow to Spike’s head. *CRACK* The last elbow is enough to knock Spike backwards into the ropes. Blackwell grabs Spike by the wrist, and Irish whips’ him across the ring into the opposite ropes . . . but Spike is able to reverse it, and sends Sacred into the opposite ropes. Sacred bounces into the ropes, and comes charging back toward Spike. Spike ducks his head down, looking for a back body drop, but Sacred sees it coming, and lifts his boot, connecting it with Spike’s face. Spike stumbles back from the kick, as Sacred takes the opportunity to end the match and spins around, throwing his leg into the air . . . ........... Sacred with the Spinning Heel Kick!!! ......... No! Spike ducks! Sacred spins around in a complete circle . . . *SMACK* Spike spins around, hitting Sacred with his own Spinning Heel Kick!!! ........ NO! Sacred ducks! Spike spins around, trying not to lose control . . . *SMACK* Sacred hits his own Spinning Heel Kick!!!! ......... NO! Spike lifted his elbows up, and blocked it!!! Sacred grabs at his knee in pain, as Spike wraps his arm around Sacred’s head, and goes for The Bad Beat!!! “Citizen Jenkins is going to hit his finisher, The Bad Beat!” But before he can, Sacred pushes Spike into the ropes. Spike bounces into the ropes, and comes charging back at Sacred, who is ready for him, with A... SPINNING HEEL KICK!!!! ........ NO!! SPIKE DUCKS!!! Sacred turns around . . . ....... SUPERKICK BY SPIKE!!! NO!!! SACRED CATCHES THE FOOT!!! SACRED SPINS SPIKE AROUND!!! ........ Spike, once again, goes for the Spinning Heel Kick!!! ........ But Sacred ducks it!!! ......... Spike spins around, and meets Sacred face to face . . . ...as Sacred goes for a Spinning Heel Kick!!! *CRACK* ...... NO!! Spike ducks it!!! Sacred spins around . . . *CRACK* SPIKE HITS A SPINNING HEEL KICK!!! THE REFEREE CALLS FOR THE BELL!!! “NO!!!” *Ding Ding Ding* “I Don’t Believe It!” Shouts an irate Bobby Riley! ********************************* Triple Impact Match Triple Impact Maneuver: Spinning Heel Kick Andrew "Sacred" Blackwell: Two "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins: Three ********************************* “Spike Jenkins has won the USJL Championship in his One on One SWF Debut!!” “Sacred lost the USJL Championship in his first title defense . . . TO A LEAGUER! AHH!” Cries Riley. The fans are on their feet cheering, thanks a lot to the close encounter toward the end. Spike gets on his knees in the middle of the ring, as the referee brings the USJL title over to Spike. The referee hands it to Spike, as he unfolds it, and gives it a hug. “There is a proud champion, right there.” “Don’t rub it in, Comet.” Spike gets to his feet, and walks over to the corner. Spike pulls himself up onto the middle rope, and holds the belt into the air, over his head. Cameras’ flash around the arena, as Spike hops down, and steps through the middle and top rope, down to the floor. Spike throws the title belt over his shoulder, as he makes his way to the back, with “Not Today” still playing over the loud speaker. “Fans, one title has changed hands tonight, as ‘Hollywood’ Spike Jenkins defeated Andrew ‘Sacred’ Blackwell for the USJL Championship. Will the same happen later tonight, as the new SWF Light Heavyweight Champion, Wildchild, makes his first title defense against Landon Maddix of The Unnamed? And in the main event, SWF Hardcore Champion, John Duran, goes one on one against the stable mate of the man he defeated for the title, Dace Night, with a special referee, number one contender and former member of The Unnamed, Charlie ‘Grappler’ Matthews!” “Tonight is only going to get worse, and worse. I feel it . . . ” “For you, maybe. Fans, we’ll be right back!” The screen fades away as SWF Lockdown heads to a commercial break. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Toxxic 0 Report post Posted February 12, 2004 Well, a move like the spinning heel kick seems to me to be more likely to be put in that scenario than your own signature move. I knew it wasn't your match the moment it was announced. Incidently, I'd appreciate any pointers I can get on mine from anyone. Ladies and gentlemen,” booms Funyon, “this match is scheduled for one fall and is for the number one contendership to the SWF Cruiserweight Title, with the match taking place on Smarkdown!” A buzz on anticipation fills the Mellon Arena as the crowd gets ready for the first match of the night, and as “We Still Kill The Old Way” by Lostprophets kicks in the Smarktron flashes up the words “Prepare to be proved wrong...” GO! Two red pyros go off on either side of the entrance way and the SWF’s newest member comes out, cracking his neck from side to side and psyching himself up. As the boom of the pyros fades away Funyon continues his recital: “Introducing first, from Nottingham, England, he weighs in tonight at 218 lbs - TOXXXXIIIIIIIC!” Toxxic rushes the ring, scaling a ringpost and sweeping his arms wide, palms flat downwards as he plays to the crowd who respond well to the straight-edger following his debut against Jacob Helmsley. However, as Toxxic removes his shirt and tosses it over the ring ropes, his entrance music fading away, the crowd pops bigger when the Smarktron fades to black and white and a storm seems to be brewing. The first notes of the acoustic version of “Wanted Dead Or Alive” ring out across the Mellon Arena and the cheers increase as Alan Clark steps out into Pittsburgh, guitar slung over his shoulder, and makes his way to the ring. “And his opponent,” Funyon’s voice reverberates through the pa system, “from Long Beach California, weighing in tonight at 225lbs, he is AAAALAAAANNN........ CLAAAARRRK!” Clark acknowledges his fans as he hands his instrument into the care of the timekeeper and climbs into the ring where Toxxic is waiting, sitting atop a turnbuckle. Referee Nick Soapdish calls for the bell: *DING! DING! DING!* “Well, here we go,” proclaims an excited Cyclone Comet, “the first match of Lockdown is underway - Robert, any predictions on who will go on to compete for the Cruiserweight title on Smarkdown?” “Out of these two? I really couldn’t care less,” replies Bobby Riley. “The simple fact that Toxxic is even being considered for a shot is a travesty given that he’s only had one match. Why can’t we get to your Todd and mine?” Unaware of the scorn being rained upon their prowess Toxxic and Clark circle the ring, dodging around each other in an attempt to feel each other out. Finally they come together in the middle of the ring with a collar and elbow tie-up, but Clark quickly drops down into an armdrag, taking the straight-edger over. He’s unable to hold onto the limb and Toxxic pops back up, charging at his adversary in an attempt to gain the advantage of surprise... but is just taken over again! As Toxxic charges for a second time Alan Clark decides to vary his offence with a hiptoss but Toxxic follows it through and lands on his feet, tying up the musician’s arm with his own. Toxxic then delivers a knee to the gut before using Clark’s arm as leverage to leap up and deliver a picture-perfect hurricanrana! “The crowd cheering both men’s efforts here,” Comet calls, as the crowd do just that, “but it’s no rest for either!” Sure enough Clark picks himself back up and the two tie up again. This time Toxxic gets the advantage and slaps on a headlock, only to switch behind Clark into a hammerlock- “Toxxic straight to work on that arm, perhaps to set up the Repeat To Fade,” Comet explains. -but Clark pulls off a switch himself, twisting behind his opponent and tucking his head under Toxxic’s arm, lifting him back and over- “Backdrop from Clark!” calls Comet. -only for Toxxic to flip out of that and land on his feet. Slapping on a rear waistlock the rookie manoeuvres for position but Clark runs for the ropes, hitting them with enough force to reverse both men’s momentum - but Clark holds onto the ropes causing Toxxic’s grip to be broken as he sprawls backwards, coming to his feet awkwardly and walking straight into an inverted atomic drop! “Alan Clark just traumatised Toxxic’s coxxic!” Riley yells in glee, more at one wrestler’s pain that at another’s success. “And he’s not done,” Comet adds, as Clark flattens his opponent with a clothesline and Riley sulks over the lack of attention his rhyming skills got him. “Citizen Clark got the better of that early wrestling exchange, and now he can dictate the pace.” Toxxic pushes himself to his feet, but there is to be no respite as Alan Clark starts to go OLD SCHOOL~! and unleashes vicious knife-edge chops, complete with audience participation. *CRACK!* “WHOO!” *CRACK!* “WHOO!” *CRACK!* “WHOO!” With Toxxic now driven back into a corner Clark delivers a right hand for luck before backing off, running in again, planting both bare feet on Toxxic’s stinging chest and monkey flipping him out! However, Toxxic manages to flip through this move as well and land on his feet, still facing away from Clark. “What agility from Toxxic again there,” calls Comet, “but he’s not out of trouble yet.” Sure enough, Clark is already moving again and the guitar-playing hippy from California sails past Toxxic in mid-air, grabbing a handful of hair as he goes and planting the rookie face-first into the mat with a bulldog. Clark slowly turns, soaking in the cheers of the crowd like a beach bum basking in the So Cal sunshine, before picking Toxxic up again and whipping him into the opposite corner. Alan follows his opponent in, but this time Toxxic is ready and backdrops Clark up and over the ropes! Clark lands on the feet on the apron but is staggered by a Toxxic right hand and moves a few crucial feet away, allowing Toxxic to take his own run-up, springboard off the second buckle and go sailing into the air... only to miss the ducking Clark and crash and burn on the arena floor! “Fantastic ring sense there from Alan Clark!” enthuses Comet. “He had that springboard rana of Toxxic’s scouted!” “Typical rookie mistake,” interjects Riley. “The move worked on Jacob Helmsley and got a few cheers so he tried it again, and now looks what’s happened. He might have just lost himself the match there, and if it was anyone in the ring with him but the hippy loser I’d be saying good riddance.” “So are you saying that you’re supporting Toxxic after all?” “No, I’m saying the job’s only half done. With Toxxic out we’ve still got to find some way to convince Clark to break his own neck too.” Alan Clark appears to need no encouragement, for the musician looks over his shoulder to see Toxxic sprawled on the cold arena floor, twirls his index fingers to indicate he’s going high risk and jumps to the second rope and springboards backwards, somersaulting forwards as he goes... “Joy To The World!” sings Comet in awe as Alan lands HARD on Toxxic. “ON THE OUTSIDE! We’re really seeing what this title shot means to both men here tonight, Robert!” The crowd too seem to realise what the competitors are prepared to give, and in the increase of noise following Clark’s move a ragged chant is heard. “HO-LY SHIT!” “HO-LY SHIT!” “HO-LY SHIT!” “Now, can Citizen Clark capitalise?” asks Comet as Clark rolls Toxxic back into the ring. “That crazy move may have finally swung the momentum firmly in one man’s favour, and that man is Alan Clark! And I hope you noted, Robert, that the Joy To The World further weakens the midsection of Toxxic, the area that Jacob Helmsley assaulted only a few days ago on Storm.” “Yes, but don’t forget that on that same edition of Storm Alan Clark received a brutal Lariat from Va’aiga in the backstage area,” Riley counters. “And taking a move when you aren’t pumped up on adrenaline can often be more damaging than in a match. If Toxxic manages to get some offence in later it’ll be targeted at Clark’s head - a head that Clark is lucky to still have on his shoulders after playing Merry Troubadour with the World Champ!” In the ring, Alan Clark decides to go for the first cover of the match: ONE! TWO! TH- Kickout at two. Pulling Toxxic upright again Clark scoops the rookie up at waist level before dropping to one knee and delivering a devastating Chartbreaker. Waving at the cheering fans once more the California native comes off the ropes and jumps into the air, flipping backwards as he does so... “Rolling Stone!” cries Comet, as Clark comes crashing down on Toxxic’s ribs again with a perfectly executed running SSP. “That could conceivably get the pin- but Toxxic kicks out at two again!” The rookie does indeed get his shoulder up, but a fraction of a second later than before and Clark knows it. Hauling the Brit to his feet, Clark lets fly with one more knife-edge chop before whipping Toxxic hard across the ring and into the turnbuckles. Alan looks to follow him in with the One Hit Wonder, but as he does the cartwheel Toxxic comes to his senses and dodges, leaving Clark to go crashing into the turnbuckle. Thinking quickly Toxxic hooks the staggering Clark in a reverse DDT position and hops to the second buckle - before spinning out and round, driving the Californian’s head into the mat with the Final Shine! “See Comet, he’s working the head,” Riley says in a satisfied tone. “If we can just get him to smash Clark’s guitar into the Hippy Wonder’s face then with any luck we won’t have to listen to him play or sing.” However Toxxic is more concerned at the moment with his ribs and back than inflicting any further damage to Clark, the missed hurricanrana and the Joy To The World on the outside clearly having taken their toll. Both men reach their feet at roughly the same time, and Clark blocks a Toxxic right hand only to unleash a chop- *CRACK!* “WHOO!” -but Toxxic fires back with a European uppercut. Clark staggers back only to retaliate with another chop (“Whoo!”), but receives another uppercut in exchange. This time Clark has no reply, so Toxxic fires off with a right - a left - a right - a left - he winds up like a baseball pitcher and delivers a Discus Clothesline, taking the Californian down! “Toxxic now in control here,” Comet calls as the rookie pushes himself back up again and back off a few steps from his opponent. “But he doesn’t seem to be pressing his advantage... wait a minute...” As Clark starts to regain his own (bare)footing, Toxxic sweeps his arms wide, palms downwards, completely focused on his adversary - before charging in from the side and hooking Clark’s neck in the spinning neckbreaker takedown known as the Straight Edge! Without wasting a second the Brit scrambles to cover... ONE! TWO! THR- Kickout at two. Now fired up, Toxxic hauls Clark up and whips him towards the ropes, but Alan checks his own momentum and reverses, sending Toxxic in instead. The rookie comes back and looks to be elevated up for a backdrop - but Clark holds onto Toxxic’s legs and then whiplashes him back down with the Southern Rock! The crowd “oohs” as the back of Toxxic’s head bounces off the mat, but Clark isn’t finished as he hooks his opponent’s legs and lifts him up, ready for the Acoustic Explosion! However Toxxic frees himself, wraps his legs around Clark’s head and counters... “Hurricanrana!” screams an over-excited Comet. “That counter won Landon Maddix-” ONE! “-the World Title on the last edition-” TWO! “-of SJL Metal!” THREEEEEEE- “But no! Kickout JUST before three!” Comet continues unnecessarily. “Alan Clark refuses to go down the same way twice!” “Variety is always good,” Riley agrees. “....Did you mean that the way I think you did?” “I don’t know what you mean, Comet,” Riley replies primly. “For a superhero you have a very dirty mind.” The momentary deja vu of the pin that caused him to lose the SJL World Title has Clark mentally off balance for a moment, but he quickly regains control over the still groggy Toxxic and sends him into the ropes once more. Clark again bends over, perhaps seeking to hoist his opponent up a second time for the Southern Rock, but this time Toxxic knows it’s coming and plants Alan with the facecrusher/DDT combo known as the Sobering Thought! The rookie drapes his arm over for the pin... ONE! TWO! THR-kickout! “No effort required for Citizen Clark to kick out there despite the impact of the move,” Comet notes, “as Toxxic could only get one arm over for the cover, unlike the much more effective double leg-hook seen in the hurricanrana pin moments earlier.” “I always say you should get both legs back as often as possible.” “Will you stop!?” With the momentum starting to swing back into his favour Toxxic takes Clark and whips him towards the turnbuckles. There is fight left in the LBC dweller yet however as he reverses the whip, only to see Toxxic vault up to the top and come flying back at him with a clothesline! “Role reversal!” yells Comet. “And now the rookie is definitely in control!” “And Clark knows it,” Riley interjects, “seeing as how he’s trying to run away.” “He’s rolled to the outside because he’s hurt, Robert, but it looks like Toxxic isn’t going to give him time to recover...” Sure enough Toxxic goes sprinting across the ring as Alan Clark rests up against the guard rail, but even as the Californian sees him coming and dodges Toxxic changes his momentum and instead of sailing merrily over the top he balances for a moment on the top rope, then backflips back into the ring before inspecting an imaginary watch... stroking his chin and staring into the middle distance... then placing both hands on his hips and giving the crowd a cheesy grin! “CATALOGUE POSES~!” calls a laughing Comet. “The only truly offensive move in his repertoire,” mutters Riley. Clark has now moved to the side of the ring adjoining the entrance ramp and looks up as he hears the crowd roar in anticipation - but this time he reacts too late as Toxxic goes clean over the top rope in a suicide dive to the outside! “HO-LY SHIT!” “HO-LY SHIT!” “HO-LY SHIT!” Staggering to his feet and clutching his ribs, Toxxic rolls Clark back into the ring and covers for the pin- ONE! TWO! THR-kickout! -but the delay between impact and cover means he only gets two. Frustrated, Toxxic goes outside to the apron and raises three fingers above his head. The crowd are momentarily puzzled as to what this signifies, but their queries are answered when Toxxic jumps to the top rope, then the turnbuckle, and then in a graceful backwards arc with a triple-jump moonsault - only to get Alan Clark’s knees buried in his midsection! “What a counter!” calls Comet. “Right into the already hurt midsection of the rookie!” “Toxxic was so eager to finish Clark off and get the title shot that he exposed himself to danger,” Riley agrees, “and against a veteran like Clark he was going to pay the price.” As the fans roar both men to their feet it is Alan Clark to rise first. Perhaps smelling victory, the Californian motions for his opponent to “come on!”, only to sidestep Toxxic’s staggering charge and catch him in a rear headlock. Throwing his own feet out from under him Clark hits the Getting Amped, before springing back to his feet and heading up top! “Alan Clark heads up top for what can only be the Amplifier,” Comet says as the noise of the crowd reaches fever pitch. “This could win the match for him!” “Hippies are going to fly, Comet!” Still shaking his head to remove some of the cobwebs Alan Clark is set on the top rope, and as flashbulbs sparkle in the Mellon Arena he springs backwards in a beautiful Phoenix Splash... *CRASH!* ...only to EAT CANVAS~! as Toxxic rolls out of the way! Now it is the rookie who is on his feet first, and as Alan Clark staggers upright Toxxic captures his arms in a double underhook before wrenching him up... around... and... DOWN! “Toxxic Shock Syndrome!” calls Comet, as Clark’s head impacts into the mat. “But has Toxxic got enough left to cover?” Sure enough the strain of hoisting Clark into the air has stretched Toxxic’s midsection again, but the Brit manages to roll Clark onto his back, hooks the far leg with his right arm and the near leg with his own leg and basically rolls into the cover. ONE! TWO! THREEEEE! *DING! DING! DING!* “Toxxic has done it!” cries Comet over the cheers of the crowd and the sound of Lostprophets blasting through the pa system. “And on Smarkdown he gets his reward; a one-on-one title match against either Wildchild or Landon Maddix, whoever emerges triumphant from what I am sure will be a stellar match later this evening!” “Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner,” Funyon’s voice sounds over the noise, “and NEW Number One Contender to the SWF Cruiserweight Title - TOXXXXIIIIC!!!”. Toxxic raises his arm in acknowledgement of the fans, still holding his ribs, and as he does so he turns to see Alan Clark starting to push himself to his feet. Reaching down Toxxic offers a hand, which after a moment’s pause the clearly disappointed Clark takes, only to be hauled to his feet. The rookie claps his opponent on the back and then slides under the ropes and makes off towards the back as Alan Clark gets his own cheers from the crowd and is left to reflect on what might have been. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
