Promo: Storm Warning

[Guest Horse hockey!]

The scene opens up to a night cityscape of downtown New York City. The camera pans around to catch the nightlife, and then views an empty street, leading to Madison Square Garden. The stadium looms in the distance, dimly lit. It’s a rare night off for MSG workers. The picture fades to black..

 

..then fades back in. Viewers are now inside the annals of the stadium. The camera watches down a hallway, then cuts to the left, where a door is open. The plaque next to the door reads ‘Weight Training – 293.’ The cameraman moves further in, to a dark weight room. In one corner, a TV illuminates a small area, and Marcus Washington sits in front of it, holding a remote.

 

Spike charges in, and is followed by a recovered Davis, but before the four competitors can lock horns, Hebner steps in between and orders a man from each team out of the ring. Spike tells Davis that he's good to go, so Sean steps out. Meanwhile, the members of 42nd Street begin bickering over who's going to take on Spike, until Masked Man calms Todd down, and whispers something to him. Cortez looks at Masked Man in bewilderment, but simply shrugs, as the two engage in a game of Rock, Paper, Scissors! MM draws rock, while Cortez draws paper, and Masked Man starts stomping up and down, complaining that he wanted to start the match off. Cortez attempts to calm him down, but then quickly turns away and swings his arm around, flooring the charging Spike with a clothesline! The Urban Legend waves Spike on, urging him to get up, and when he does he bolts for Cortez, only to be carried over with an arm drag by the man from The Streets! Cortez paces himself, keeping an eye on Spike, who backs up into the corner, visibly po'd at the fact that 42nd Street has maintained their early momentum. Jenkins begins to stall, pacing the ring and backing up each and every time Cortez inches near.

 

"I’m sure the cruiserweight champion didn’t expect this," Comet points out, "Citizen Jenkins seems even more high-and-mighty than usual, but Cortez is outwrestling him, and that might bruise his swelling ego."

 

It’s an excerpt of the tag title match from Storm. Washington comments on the match to the darkened weight room.

 

“He was fooled by a stupid game. And it looks like he remains unsure of himself.”

 

A soft huff is heard, and then, “Yeah.” Sean Davis is the obvious speaker, but his exact whereabouts are unknown to the cameraman.

 

With trepidation, the United States Champion enters the ring, asking himself why he was so eager to start the match. Still, Davis isn’t the type of man that just stands there and waits; no, he CHARGES FORWARD! Of course, the quicker Masked Man ducks the charge, and as Sean turns around, he hits the big man with rapid-fire right hands to the face.

 

Sadly, it’s like masturbating with motor oil (not that I’ve tried). It’s senseless, and only hurts you in the long run.

 

After TMM stops to shake some feeling back into his arm (another side effect of the above), Davis stares a cold, steely stare at Mask, completely unfazed! Before the Sexual Maskosaurus can react, the Perfect Storm cocks his head back, and then FIRES it forward, blasting him with a humongous headbutt! TMM stumbles backwards, but Davis grabs him by the arm, whipping him towards the other side…no, he pulls him back, before scooping him up and whipping around, drilling him into the mat with a BIG powerslam! Davis stays right down on top of Masked Fury, pressing his forearm against his mask as Hebner counts the first pin of the match!

 

“And then here, you take over and dominate. No sign of Spike. You made all the pinfall attempts of the night for Revolution Zero!” exclaims Marcus.

 

Davis grunts and heavy metal weights can be heard clinging together. Another clang follows as, presumably, Sean replaces a bar of some sort into its holder. “Uh huh,” he says.

 

Spike decides to go head-on into the action, entering the ring and confronting 42nd Street about their misdeeds. Of course, he doesn’t use words, just his fists, as he charges at Masked Man, swinging his arm around for an elbow smash…but TMM ducks, and with Jenkins’ back to him, he runs his fingernails down his back, executing a deliciously vicious back rake! Spike cries out in agony, dropping to his knees and rolling under the bottom rope, going outside of the ring to consult with his team.

 

“He can’t even run in correctly!” complains Marcus.

 

Thankfully Masked Man is NOT making a pass at Todd, because that would just be...eww. Not for this audience. Instead, Masked Man begins kicking his legs out like a Rockette, and attempts to get the straight edge street thug to join in! After pondering the silliness of it, Cortez decides to let loose for once, and he and Masked Man start doing a kick line across the ring, drawing a MEGA-POP~ from the fans! Feeling as though they're being treated like a joke, Revolution Zero bolt under the bottom rope back into the ring, out for blood. Masked Man and Cortez continue kickin' on, and as Jenkins charges ahead of Davis, 42nd Street channels the energy from their kick line into a DOUBLE YAKUZA KICK~ that floors the Cruiserweight Champion! Davis growls, and rushes forward with both arms outstretched, but the 42nd Street boys duck the shot, and Masked Man follows up with the mother of all counters...he pantses Davis in mid-ring! The roar of laughter from the crowd stuns Davis, who rolls out of the ring and fumbles around desperately in order to cover his derriere. Once he does, he turns and scolds the laughing Masked Man, who mocks him from inside the ring.

 

Davis drops something heavy onto a pile of metal weights and then shouts from the dark, “Fast forward through that part! It still sickens me.. “

 

Marcus counters, “Well, it’s past now.”

 

The Buffalo crowd roars at the ingenuity of 42nd Street, but it doesn’t last long, as the embarrassed-but-really-really-really-pissed-off legal man, Sean Davis, reenters the ring. Even the Masked Man doesn’t notice him as he brings his masked self out of the ring and into his corner, but Cortez turns around, just to have a giant black fist slam into his face! The force almost sends Todd onto the mat, but the ropes are there to catch his fall. Unfortunately, Davis stalks towards him, taking him by the arm and whipping him towards the opposite ropes. As Cortez bounces back, the Storm decides to join in on the fun, pressing against the opposite ropes and building up momentum, before leaping into the air and driving his shoulder into Todd’s sternum, immediately dropping him down to the mat with a thud. Davis then begins raining stomps down onto the Urban Legend, until he’s stopped by the obnoxious Spike Jenkins, who, from his corner, begs to be tagged in! Davis obliges, and drags Cortez over to the corner, before tagging in the Cruiserweight Champion. At Spike’s request, Sean places Todd in a front facelock, and Jenkins scales the turnbuckle, perching on the top rope. He then leaps off, bending his arm and driving the point of his elbow into the back of Todd’s neck, which sends the Urban Legend down to a knee! Spike then starts slapping at the head of Cortez, all the while taunting him. Jenkins pulls Todd into a facelock, looking out to the crowd before hooking the waistband on Todd's bands and carrying him over with a snap suplex. Jenkins keeps hold of Cortez, rolling both he and the Urban Legend to their feet and again hitting a snap suplex. Jenkins looks to make it a trifecta, but he hesitates, looking out at the booing crowd...and then simply jams a knee into the sternum of Todd Cortez!

 

“Here, I think you made a mistake.. letting Spike into the match. Sure, he’s got Cortez under control there, but then,” Marcus holds the thought as he pushes the fast forward on the remote and then plays.

 

SMACK!

 

“WOOOOOOOOO!”

 

…further reddening the chest of Spike Jenkins! Jenkins stumbles back to the ropes, reaching for Davis but not even close to making the tag. Cortez takes hold of Spike’s arm, and sends him to the opposite side, but Spike puts the brakes on in mid-move and reverses, sending Todd in. Jenkins makes the mistake of ducking his head, and Cortez comes off the ropes and kicks him right back up into a standing position! Spike stumbles back, and Cortez backs up as well, only to shuffle his feet forward and target Spike with a superkick…that gets caught! Spike tosses Todd’s leg out, turning him so Cortez isn’t facing him, and quickly locks his arms around his waist and carries him over with a release German Suplex! Rather than go for the pin after the move that won him the cruiserweight championship, Jenkins stands up and pulls the wounded Cortez to his feet, dragging him into Revolution Zero territory and tagging in the Perfect Storm. The hot New York crowd greets Davis with boos as he enters the ring, and they only get louder as both he and Spike milk the five count for all it’s worth and begin stomping Todd down in their own corner!

 

“Seems to me like Cortez is getting a receipt for 42nd Street’s double team tactics earlier,” Comet points out.

 

“And deservedly so,” Riley snaps back, “Hammurabi’s Code, after all - an eye for an eye. Well, not literally.”

 

”Then here he lost control until you came back into action. And again, you make the pinfall attempt.”

 

Once Hebner hits five, Spike gets one last kick in for good measure and exits the ring, watching as Davis pulls Cortez out of the corner, only to duck down and hook him around the waist, then drive him backwards, ramming him into the corner again! Davis unloads with a flurry of right hands, viciously clubbing at the temple of Todd! Davis drags him out of the corner, yanking his arm so that Todd stumbles towards him before scooping him up across his shoulders in a fireman’s carry and planting him on the canvas with a Samoan Drop that shakes the ring! Davis leans back, pulling Todd’s leg up as Hebner hits the canvas for the count.

 

”ONE!”

 

“TWO!!”

 

“THR…NO!” MASKED MAN BREAKS UP THE COUNT!

 

Sean Davis emerges into the light from the television and stands ominously. His skin is sheen from sweat. His dark skin glows slightly blue from the glow of the TV. Hands rest on his hips as he watches the rest of the match.

 

The force of the kick hurts even Spike, as he backs up and shakes feeling into his leg while Mask falls to the mat, clutching his face and shrieking in Romanian. However, Jenkins uses the ropes to support him as he walks over to his corner, again tagging in the Perfect Storm! As Davis enters the ring, Cortez clutches the tag rope in his corner and reaches out, shouting at Masked Man to come over and make the tag. It’s all for naught, however, as Sean reaches Masked Fury and adds insult to injury, stomping on his face! The Revolution member forcefully brings TMM to his feet and traps him in a front facelock, before pulling on the waist of his pants and lifting him upside down into the air. As Davis holds this position, Marcus Washington moves over to Cortez and yanks on his leg, pulling him off the apron and onto the floor!

 

“That was uncalled for!” Comet shouts.

 

“This is gonna be good,” Riley cackles, “Davis is setting Mask up for something big, and no one will be able to help him!”

 

Davis then snaps around, slamming TMM down and bringing all of his 270 pounds with him, executing a jackhammer suplex!

 

“Bobbo, we haven’t seen that since Charlie Matthews used it in the Spring!”

 

“And it’s by someone just as strong, if not stronger! We have new tag champions!”

 

Davis covers Mask, and Mark Hebner counts the academic pin!

 

”ONE!”

 

“TWO!”

 

“THREE!”

 

…NO! Hebner waves it off – Mask draped his right boot over the bottom rope! Davis is enraged, Spike is enraged, and outside of the ring, Todd Cortez is enraged at Marcus Washington! The PA begs off, but Todd ignores him, climbing back up into his corner to instead anticipate the tag from TMM. Spike, despite taking much more of a beating than Davis, DEMANDS to be tagged in immediately! Sean reluctantly obliges, walking over and tagging in his partner. Jenkins energetically enters the ring, and the team decides to tag advantage of Hebner’s five count, much like 42nd Street did earlier. Sean brings the Sexual Maskosaurus up, and both men tag a hold of one of his arms, whipping him into the ropes. As Mask rebounds, they charge forward for a double shoulder block, but TMM drops down, shooting his legs out with a baseball slide right between the Perfect Storm’s legs. However, instead of sliding all the way, he stops, with enough room to lift his head up and slam his masked face into Davis’ testicles!

 

*CHING!*

 

“DISQUALIFICATION!” Riley whines, “That was an OBVIOUS low blow!”

 

As Davis slumps down against the corner, Hebner comes over and scolds Masked Man, but as the US Champion gets up, he pleads innocence, pantomiming the fact that he was just getting up, and Davis’ crotch was in the way! Hebner actually believes this and walks away, just as Spike Jenkins hops forward, shooting his leg out for a superkick…

 

…but Mask ducks, and Davis takes the kick right in the jaw! As Hollywood stands wide-eyed in shock, Masked Fury sends him backwards with a back fist to the face! TMM then turns back to Davis, who is literally on the ropes, before swinging his arm and catching him under the throat, sending the stunned giant over the top rope and to the outside of the ring!

 

“If there was any time to try and end the match,” Comet notes, “This would be it! The replacement champs have Spike all to themselves, and they should do whatever they can to win!”

 

“Despite the fact that they should’ve lost about five times already,” Riley groans.

 

“You’ll never let that go, will you, Bobbo? What if Tom Flesher does it later?”

 

“Stop asking questions.”

 

The Sexual Maskosaurus is ON FIRE, turning back to Spike and grabbing him by the head, slamming his face into the turnbuckle, and then ducking under his arm in a backdrop suplex position, lifting him up…and placing him down gingerly on the top turnbuckle with his back to the ring. Mask then slowly walks over…and tags in Todd Cortez! The Urban Legend goes right for Spike, putting his head under his crotch (eww…) and lifting him off the turnbuckle in an electric chair position! Marcus Washington again LEAPS onto the apron to argue this supposed cheating, but Mask runs over and decks him with a forearm to the face, sending him down to the floor as the Buffalo crowd lets out a massive cheer! Meanwhile, Cortez pushes Spike forward and begins sitting out for an electric chair drop…just as Mask runs forward, catching the falling Cruiserweight Champ in a 3/4 facelock and falling down with them, NAILING Spike with a vicious double team combo!

 

“And yadda, yadda, yadda. Turn it off, Marc,” orders Sean. He turns and moves back into the darkened room. Some rummaging is heard as he supposedly sets up some more weights to work out with.

 

Washington obliges and the room goes completely dark. “Forgot about the lights.” The cameraman reaches over and turns them on. Marcus looks around in slight shock and gives the camera a disgusted look. Sean looks over from his curls and shakes his head at the lawyer. Marc addresses Davis, “And that’s why..”

 

Sean cuts him off, “I know why I’m angry at Spike Jenkins. It’s not a court case. You don’t need to justify my anger.” Davis curls the weighted bar at a slow pace. He looks into the mirror he works out in front of, his eyes meeting the camera. “Spike fucked up on Storm. He lost the match, not me. But there’s room for redemption. We’re part of a bigger ideal, so our little squabble means little.” Davis leans down and sets the bar on the floor, then turns to face the camera head on. He points to the viewing audience, but more directly at Spike Jenkins. “At least to them. You can bet your damn life it means more to me. You’ve got one chance, Jenkins. Take heed. This is your storm warning.”

 

Abrupt fade to black.

[Guest Fratastic]

Tension in paradise??

[Guest Horse hockey!]

Certainly not Another Day.

[HollywoodSpikeJenkins 0]

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Ahh fuck.