Ace309 0 Report post Posted December 2, 2004 “Ladies and gentlemen, please rise for the national anthem.” Funyon steps into the center of the ring, accompanied by SWF Bases Loaded Training Center alum “Picture Perfect” Aaron Carpenter and flavor-of-the-month Bryan Levy. With that, the background music begins to play. Funyon begins… “La-da-da-da-dahh It's the motherfuckin D-O-double-G (SNOOP DOGG!) La-da-da-da-dahh You know I'm mobbin with the D.R.E. (YEAH YEAH YEAH You know who's back up in this MOTHERFUCKER!) What what what what? (So blaze the weed up then!) Blaze it up, blaze it up! (Just blaze that shit up nigga, yeah, 'sup Snoop??) Top Dogg, bite me all, nigga burn the shit up D-P-G-C my nigga turn that shit up C-P-T, L-B-C, yeah we hookin back up And when they bang this in the club baby you got to get up Thug niggaz drug dealers yeah they givin it up Lowlife, yo' life, boy we livin it up Takin chances while we dancin in the party fo' sho' Slip my hoe a forty-fo' and she got in the back do' Bitches lookin at me strange but you know I don't care Step up in this motherfucker just a-swangin my hair Bitch quit talkin, quick walk if you down with the set Take a bullet with some dick and take this dope from this jet Out of town, put it down for the Father of Rap And if yo' ass get cracked, bitch shut yo' trap Come back, get back, that's the part of success If you believe in the X you'll be relievin your stress La-da-da-da-dahh” Carpenter adds, “It's the motherfuckin D.R.E. (Dr. Dre MOTHERFUCKER!) Funyon retorts, “La-da-da-da-dahhh” And Carpenter picks up, “ You know I'm mobbin with the D-O-double-G Straight off the fuckin streets of C-P-T King of the beats you ride to em in your Fleet (Fleetwood) or Coupe DeVille rollin on dubs How you feelin whoopty=whoop nigga whut? Dre and Snoop chronic'ed out in the 'llac with Doc in the back, sippin on 'gnac (yeah) Clip in the strap, dippin through hoods (what hoods?) Compton, Long Beach, Inglewood! South Central out to the Westside (wessyde) It's California Love, this California bud got a nigga gang of pub I'm on one, I might bail up in the Century Club with my jeans on, and my team strong Get my drink on, and my smoke on Then go home with, somethin to poke on (whassup bitch?) Loc it's on for the two-triple-oh Comin real, it's the next episode...” Levy, saving the best for last, brings up the rear. “Hold up, heyyyyyyyy for my niggaz who be thinkin we soft We don't, playyyyyyy We gon' rock it til the wheels fall off Hold up, heyyyyyyyy for my niggaz who be actin too bold Take a, seeaaaaaat Hope you ready for the next episode HeyyyeyyyeEYEYyyyEYYYY.... .... smoke weed everday!” The crowd stands, bursting into cheers for an astoundingly patriotic rendition of “The Next Episode” as the show opens. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Ace309 0 Report post Posted December 2, 2004 MAIN EVENT COLD FRONT CLASSIC SEMIFINAL/ICTV TITLE BOUT SECRET SANTA MATCH #1 Landon "La Cucaracha" Maddix (SWF Intercontinental-Television Champion) v. #5 "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins (SWF Cruiserweight Champion) -> Finally, after weeks upon weeks of waiting, "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins gets a chance to cash in on his ICTV Championship shot. He won this a while back in a tag team title match with "Urban Legend" Todd Cortez, but never were the stars aligned so that Jenkins could cash in. The stars of these two men collided, however, when Maddix scored a victory over Christian Fury and Jenkins, ironically enough, scored a victory over Cortez, sending both men to the semifinals of the Cold Front Classic tournament. The Intercontinental-Television Championship and a berth in the finals of the Cold Front Classic are at stake in this match, and you know both men are going to be psyched! Rules: A SECRET! Jenkins and Maddix will both be getting PMs about the stip for this match -- everyone else will just be left to wonder! Word Limit: 7000 Marker: Ace309 COLD FRONT CLASSIC SEMIFINAL SECRET SANTA MATCH #2 "The Icon" Max King v. #3 Sacred -> And in the first semifinal of the evening, we see "The Icon" Max King, fresh off a win over David Cross, taking on Sacred, coming off of a big win over Manson. Rules: A SECRET! King and Sacred will both be getting PMs about the stip for this match -- everyone else will just be left to wonder! Word Limit: 7000 Marker: Powerplay FANS BRING THE WEAPONS SWF HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP BOUT Christian Fury (SWF Hardcore Champion) v. Sean Davis -> So how many of you watched the Pacers/Pistons Friday night? God knows I did, and man, what a game, eh? Some of you will remember that the fans threw glorious quantities of beverage onto Pacer forward Ron Artest, causing the burly black man to go into the stands after said fan. Well, the SWF is making a stop in Detroit, and our burly black man, Sean Davis, is going to have to deal with fans with weapons too! Rules: No rules. Be creative, guys. Word Limit: 5000 Marker: Chuck Woolery ELIMINATION SIX-MAN TAG David Cross (SWF Tag Team Champion) and Hollywood Boulevard? (Ghost and "Urban Legend" Todd Cortez v. Toxxic, Kaine and Austin Sly -> Yeah, so a bunch of guys at the office were saying "Dude, how can we possibly get Toxxic to lose a match?" And, well, this is what we came up with. David Cross is one-half of the Tag champions, but this match is loaded with potential tag contenders. On his team alone is one of the top-ranked SWF Tag Teams today... but who the hell is Ghost? Who cares? On Toxxic's side... haha, poor bastard... is the budding team of Kaine and Austin Sly, who are hoping to find some success in the tag ranks. Word is that there's going to be something big involving the tag division on Smarkdown, so this might be some good practice... Rules: Normal tags in-and-out, if you get pinned, submit, or are DQed you're eliminated. Last team to have at least one man eligible for competition wins. Word Limit: 5500 Marker: Thoth Opening Promo: Austin Sly Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Ace309 0 Report post Posted December 2, 2004 Five... Four... Three... Two... One... BOOM-boom-boom-boomboomboom-BOOM!!! The opening pyro ignites the Palace at Auburn Hills, bringing the fans inside the arena to their feet and letting loose a round of cheers! The house lights swirl through the crowd, mimicked by one of the several SWF cameras present. We catch a fleeting glimpse of several homemade signs being held up for all to appreciate. "Blood Sport!", "Dace is my Hardcore Champion", and "Zutroy is my babies daddy" are some of the more original signs swimming in the sea of generic "Toxxic sucks~!" signs. Our view shifts away from the audience to the announcers table where the duo of Cyclone Comet and Robert Riley sit. "... so I ended up settling for the red sequins instead. It's a little more tacky, but I think it's a decent trade none-the-less," we catch Riley in mid-sentence. "Not even the powers of Cyclone Comet can save you from this fashion disaster," says the cape-wearing announcer. *Cough.* ... Both Cyclone and Bobby turn their heads as if they were stuck in slow motion, eventually realizing that they're caught on camera. Riley quickly shoots his head down and shuffles through some papers on the table in front of him while Comet just smiles and barrels on. "Greetings ladies and gentlemen and welcome to another episode of Lockdown! To my right sits Robert Riley, and I am, of course, the one and only Cyclooooooone Coooooomet!" "Some might call you 'unique', or maybe even 'special'," Riley chuckles to himself. "Well Riley" Comet starts, only to be interrupted by the house lights dropping out. The arena lights turn a dark cooling shade of blue to signal the imminent arrival of Austin Sly. The sound of an acoustic guitar playing a hard driving riff floats out over the arena, but it is almost completely drowned out by the round of cheers that instantaneously ignites whenever the man is near. Austin emerges from behind the curtains with only a slight cocky smirk to show any emotion on his face. He's different today, though. Wearing his usual street clothes with the unusual accessory of a neck brace. He doesn't bother to stop at the edge of the stage tonight, and instead makes his way straight to the ring. "Making his way to the ring, Austin Sly!" Funyon booms out. Austin jumps up onto the ring apron and hooks his arm on the top rope. He looks through the arena, not focusing on anyone or anything in the crowd, just taking it in before he climbs into the ring through the middle rope. He quickly makes his way over to Funyon and steals his microphone away, who in turn sulks his way out of the ring." "Hah! He made a fool out of Funyon!" "Quiet, Riley!" Comet scorns his announcing partner before returning his attention to the ring. "How strange of Austin to be out here in his street clothes. He's set to wrestle in the first match of the night! He should be in the back getting prepared, not out here in the ring." Comet ponders, "but why is he out here?" They're soon to find out, as Austin brings the microphone up to his mouth despite the crowd still cheering for him. He takes a second to adjust his foam neck brace, then begins. "Everyone calm down. Be quiet for a second, I've got something I'd like to say. Shut up!" The arena calms down, subdued slightly by the angry outburst inside the ring. "Now that I've got your undivided attention, I would like to point out the brace that currently resides around my neck. I'm wearing this tonight because of a certain man by the name of Sean Davis introducing me to a slab of concrete inside of Penn Station last week. My doctors have advised me to stay out of action for the next several weeks or else face permanent consequences. I'd like to take this opportunity to formally apologize to both Kaine Booooo! and Toxxic Boooooooo! for not giving them an earlier warning to my early departure tonight. Hopefully you guys can find someone to replace me quickly enough." "Well that's... um... classy of him." Comet struggles to come to grips with what he's watching. "That actually is very classy, Comet. I'll have to agree with you this time." "But that's not why I'm out here tonight," Austin shifts inside the ring to turn and face the ramp to the back. "I'm out here to tell everyone in the back and everyone out here to go fuck yourselves!" Boooooo! "Two matches in a row I've been left on my back requiring medical attention. Two times that I've had to go to the hospital over injuries from other people's hands, and how many of you came to see me? Huh?!" "He’s snapped, blaming this all on the fans and wrestlers!" Comet shouts. "How many SWF personnel came to see me when I went down last week? Zero! How many people came to see me when I was detained in a hospital while I waited to see if I'd cracked a vertebrae? Zero! It's became painfully obvious to me that none of you care for me anymore than I can benefit you, and I'm tired of being your workhorse. From here on out, I'm working for my own benefit and for that alone." "Ass-hole!" "Ass-hole!" "Ass-hole!" "If you think this is bad, then you have no idea as to what I'm capable of," Austin sneers at the crowd before tossing his microphone back out of the ring to Funyon. He steps out of the ring through the ropes and exits towards the back to no music. Instead, a chorus of boos escort him out of the arena. "The nerve of Austin to come out here and openly blame all of his problems on everyone except himself. There's a point in life where you just have to stand up and take responsibility for yourself, and now is one of those times!" Comet fumes. "... that was hot..." "What'd you say Riley?" "Nothing!" Riley quickly shoots back before we fade to commercial. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Ace309 0 Report post Posted December 2, 2004 “Greetings Citizens, and welcome back to SWF Lockdown!” Cyclone Comet calls out as the live feed returns to Detroit. “Citizen Sly has had to pull out of the six-man tag team contest coming up - the question remains; will it be a handicap match, or have Toxxic and Kaine managed to find a replacement at the last moment?” “It’s a damn conspiracy,” Riley seethes. “Toxxic hasn’t been losing so they stack the odds against him more and more! Creative control knew Sly wouldn’t be able to compete following that Cyclone Driver on the concrete in Penn Station!” “-a move done by Toxxic’s own stablemate, Sean Davis,” Comet points out. “The irony is nearly choking me!” “Good.” Before Comet can respond to his commentary partner’s uncharitable remark ‘This is Your Life’ by Switchfoot cranks up over the PA system and the crowd rises in response as Funyon clears his throat in the middle of the ring. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following six-man elimination tag team match is scheduled for one fall,” the veteran ring announcer begins. “Introducing first, at a combined weight of 731lbs, the team of Ghost and the USJ:L Champion Todd Cortez... HOLLLYYYY-WOOOOOOOD... BOOOOUUUUUUUU-LEVARD!! And their tag team partner, one-half of the SWF Tag Team Champions, ‘The Fallen Angel’, DAAAAAAVIIIIIIIIIIIIIID... CRRRRRROSSSSSSSSS!!” Sure enough, out come Cortez, Ghost and Cross as the fans start to cheer louder. Ghost is waving at the crowd while Cortez has his arms crossed in the straight-edge ‘X’. Cross appears to be rather annoyed at coming out to someone else’s music - another tag team’s, no less - but is vaguely mollified with the knowledge that he is the one carrying a tag team belt. “Comet, how can Van Siclen be allowed to pull this off?” Riley says, exasperated. “He’s in breach of contract; he lost the match to Toxxic and retired!” “The moment someone takes that mask off and shows me the face of Mike Van Siclen underneath it, I will concede you have a point Robert,” Comet answers stoutly. “Until then I will continue to believe that Ghost is simply a man who wishes to hide his identity and has modelled himself after Citizen Van Siclen.” “You might not see that face, but only because there’s now another person running around with that stupid mask on!” Riley spits. “Did you not see him emerge from under the ring against Kaine?” Upon reaching the ring both Todd Cortez and David Cross divest themselves of their precious crosses, with the Tag Team Champion also removes his leather jacket and passes it to the timekeeper. With all the necessary disrobing completed the trio turn around and face the entrance ramp, awaiting the opposition. “Well, here we are,” Comet says. “It’s now time to find out what’s going to happen tonight...” “I’m not worried,” Riley declares, “Kaine and Toxxic can take these three on their own!” A few seconds pass. Then every light in the arena hits full, the Smarktron whites out and there is the faint sound of a needle on vinyl before: ‘WEL-WEL-W-W-WELCOME TO THE REVOLUTION!’ The brutal guitars of ‘Battle Ready’ by Otep start up, and as the drums crash in lightning appears to spear down from the sky, striking the soundstage and igniting bursts of red and gold pyro! *BOOOM!!* For a second all that can be seen is smoke; then out stride the familiar figure of the World Heavyweight Champion Toxxic, and beside him is the smaller outline of Kaine. Bringing up the rear, dressed in baggy cargo pants and a sleeveless Bad Religion T-shirt is Toxxic’s girlfriend, Jet. “I guess they didn’t find anyone after all,” Riley mutters. “And their opponents!” Funyon bellows. “At a combined weight of 586lbs; the team of Jet, Kaine and the SWF WORLD... HEAVYWEIGHT... CHAMPION... TOXXXXXX-IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIC!!” “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” “Jet!?” the astonished superhero asks as Toxxic’s girlfriend waves cheerfully at the equally bemused crowd. “Toxxic and Kaine are going to take on the longest-reigning tag team champions of all time and current tag champ David Cross with a wrestler who’s not even out of training?” “Ha! I knew they’d have a trick up their sleeve!” Riley laughs. Meanwhile all three members of Toxxic’s crew have rolled or jumped into the ring and are staring down the opposition. Ghost’s expression is impossible to read, but Cortez and Cross are looking rather shocked by this unexpected turn of events. Toxxic is pointing at Ghost, intimating in no uncertain manner that he intends to take his opponent’s mask off and end the mystery. “I’m curious as to why you think this is a ‘trick’,” Comet asks his partner as referee Jefferson Harding starts to usher wrestlers out of the ring. “What possible advantage could there be in throwing a green rookie in there?” “Simple,” Riley answers, “none of the opposing team know what Jet can do!” *DING-DING-DING!* The bell rings with Kaine and Ghost being the legal men, and immediately the young German leaps forward to get to grips with the man who out-cheated him in their last meeting. Ghost makes to grab his onrushing opponent but at the last moment Kaine drops to the mat and baseball slides through the masked wrestler’s legs, then bounces back up to his feet and simply shoves Ghost as hard as he can in the back! Ghost staggers forward, then turns round at this show of blatant disrespect. Kaine predictably doesn’t care and taunts his opponent by flexing such biceps as he owns... but the cocky smile is wiped off his face when Ghost draws his right arm up and- *CRACK!* “WHOOO!” -nails Kaine with a knife-edge chop! The young German lets out an agonised yell and stumbles backwards, but Ghost follows up and lets rip with another one- *CRACK!* “WHOOO!” -before grabbing Kaine’s head in both hands and sitting out in a jawbreaker! Almost before his opponent has landed the debatable-Van Siclen rises back to a standing position, grabs one of Kaine’s boots in each hand and wrenches his legs apart in a double wishbone! “OOOOooooohhhhhhhh......” “That’s not Van Siclen!” Riley yells, pointing at the ring. “Van Siclen never chops!” “See Robert, that’s what I’ve been trying to tell you,” Comet explains gently, “it’s not Citizen Van Siclen.” “No, it just means that the real one is hiding!” Riley foams. “Harding! look under the ring, you braindead zebra!” Unfortunately Jefferson Harding is too far away to hear Bobby Riley’s suggestions and the match continues with Ghost hauling Kaine to his feet and setting him for a vertical suplex. However, Kaine manages to float over behind his opponent before hooking his left arm and leg to drop backwards in a Russian legsweep. It doesn’t take long for the alleged Van Siclen to make it back to his feet, but by that time the lightning-quick Kaine has ascended to the top turnbuckle and he leaps off to drive both feet into Ghost’s chest with a missile dropkick that floors the masked wrestler. Keen to keep the advantage over his slower opponent, Kaine hoists him back to his feet and Irish whips Ghost into the Rev-0 corner, then follows him in and hits him with a running dropkick! Ghost slumps down into a seated position against the turnbuckles and Kaine poses ‘for’ the fans... but he is cut off as Jet leans over the top rope and tags herself in! “Now, this could get very interesting,” Comet says in anticipation as the dreadlocked beauty vaults in over the ropes while Kaine looks affronted, “this is where we’ll see whether Toxxic and Kaine made a good choice or not!” Ghost is still down in the corner, temporarily groggy from the shots he’s taken from Kaine. Jet, who appears to already be having the time of her life, runs across the ring towards the Boulevard/Cross corner, flips them off and then turns and charges back towards her partners... before leaping into the air and coming down astride Ghost’s masked face with a Bronco Buster! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” “That’s disgusting,” Comet shouts as Toxxic’s girlfriend performs the humiliating move, “such a despicable act has no place in the wrestling ring!” “No argument here...” Riley mutters queasily. With the crowd still baying disapproval Jet extracts herself from the ropes and reaches over to tag her boyfriend into the match before departing from the ring as quickly as she came. The World Champion steps through the ropes... and instantly the crowd noise takes on a new tone. “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” The Straight-Edge Sensation pauses for a moment to flip a v-sign at the natives of Detroit before reaching down to haul Ghost up to his feet, but the moment he’s back on a vertical base the masked wrestler seems to come back to his senses and begins battering his opponent with forearms to fight his way out of the hostile corner! The barrage of blows knocks Toxxic back and Ghost takes a moment to spin around and deliver a stinging bitchslap to the jaw of Kaine which almost knocks the young German off the ring apron before turning back to the World Champion and- *CRACK!* -flooring him with a superkick! “YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Instead of continuing his attack Ghost sets his sights on a different straight-edger; Todd Cortez, reaching into the ring and calling for a tag. The masked man sets off, but his progress is arrested by the fact that Toxxic is by no means down-and-out and has actually got a grip on his leg! Ghost wobbles unsteadily as the World Champion clambers back to his feet, but before the masked man can think about an enzuigiri Toxxic releases his leg and takes him out with a discus clothesline! *WHAM!* “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Toxxic doesn’t make the mistake of taking his eyes off his opponent; instead the Straight-Edge Sensation grabs Ghost by the mask and hauls him back up. Ghost has to come along for the ride unless he wants his mask to come clean off, and that leaves him in a vulnerable position for Toxxic to bury his foot into the masked man’s gut... then bend over, place his head between Ghost’s legs and hoist him up onto his back! “NO!” Comet shouts as Toxxic grins lopsidedly at Cross and Cortez, “he’s going for the Van Slaminator!” Todd Cortez has other ideas, however. In a flash the Urban Legend has vaulted to the top rope, then comes flying off with a lariat that strikes the surprised World Champion and sends him toppling backwards, with Ghost’s head avoiding the canvas and leaving the masked man in a perfect position to apply a sunset flip pin! ONE! TWO!! ...but Toxxic kicks out even as Kaine starts to step into the ring, and the numbers remain even. However, the impact from the lariat delays Toxxic enough that Ghost can get back to his feet first and by lunging for the corner manages to tag in the menacing form of David Cross! “LET’S GET CROSS!” “LET’S GET CROSS!” “This isn’t the first time that Toxxic and Cross have ‘crossed’ paths,” Comet quips, “as they faced each other in another six-man elimination tag match when Toxxic, Spike and the now-departed Ace Lezaire squared off against Manson, Citizen Cross and Dace Night. Toxxic and Dace fought to a double count-out on that occasion - can David eliminate the World Champion here tonight?” “Short answer? No,” Riley replies. “What’s the long answer?” “Prepare To Be Proved Wrong!” With Bobby Riley channelling Toxxic on commentary the Fallen Angel strides forward, keen to get to grips with the leader of Revolution Zero. Toxxic scrambles up to his feet, but can’t avoid the kick that Cross aims at his midsection- *CRACK!* -that leaves the straight-edger gasping for breath. Before Toxxic can recover Cross grabs his arm and twists it, then delivers a short-arm clothesline that sends the World Champion crashing down to the mat! Toxxic appears to be seeing stars and Cross hauls him back up and Irish whips the smaller man into a neutral corner, but Toxxic vaults up to the top rope at the last moment and comes back with the Role Reversal, wiping Cross out with a clothesline of his own! Both men end up on their backs on the canvas, but after a second Toxxic’s legs coil up under his chin and the straight-edger kips up explosively! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Cross is already starting to sit up, but Toxxic simply hits the ropes and comes back to drive a basement dropkick into his opponent’s face. The Fallen Angel not surprisingly goes down again from this strike and Toxxic gets back to his feet and reaches out for a tag to his corner... and is tagged by his girlfriend. “Well, Jet has yet to show us any real wrestling moves,” Comet notes as the girl from Philly heads to the top rope, facing out towards the crowd “so is she just here to make up the numbers or can she do the business? If she’s planning a moonsault I think she’s left it a little late...” Sure enough, David Cross is already rising to his feet and turning to face the Revolution Zero corner. He starts to move forwards... ...and Jet backflips off the top rope, snaring Cross in a reverse headlock on the way over to drive his head into the mat with a reverse DDT in one fluid motion! *BANG!* “Bullet With Butterfly Wings!” Riley shouts jubilantly, apparently calling the move’s name and Toxxic punches the air in delight. “I told you no-one knew what she could do!” Grinning like a loon, Jet reaches out to hook Cross’s leg as Jefferson Harding drops to count the pinfall... ONE! TWO!! ...but it’s going to take more than that to get rid of David Cross, and the Fallen Angel kicks out with enough authority to send Jet flying! The undaunted Jet springs back to her feet and waits for Cross to rise before aiming a kick at his stomach, but his big hands catch her foot with no problem at all. Cross grins nastily and looks to be winding up for a lariat, but Jet abruptly leaps into the air and aims an enzuigiri at his head. Cross ducks that, but Jet lands on her foot and mule kicks backwards to hit the surprised Fallen Angel in the jaw and put him down that way! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Jet doesn’t wait for Cross to rise this time; instead the dreadlocked beauty points with both hands at the turnbuckle beyond her prostrate opponent... “INCOMING!” ...and runs forward, leaping over Cross’ body, vaulting to the top rope and coming back off with a split-legged moonsault that sees her land flush on top of the Tag Champion! ONE! TWO!! ...but David Cross kicks out again! Jet seems to be in her stride now however, and as Cross starts to rise she lets fly with an elbow strike... another elbow strike... she steps back, rubs her right hand against her crotch and steps forward to deliver a Shotei right to the Tag Champion’s jaw! “...and that move is called the Sticky Fingers!” Riley laughs. “I’m not sure if I’m more worried that the move exists, or that you are excited by it,” Comet mutters. However, David Cross is not excited by it. At all. In fact, for all the fact that it looked good Jet is now nursing her wrist while Cross rubs his jaw and glowers at her. It slowly dawns on Jet that the Sticky Fingers Shotei is perhaps best used on someone who doesn’t outweigh her by 100lbs... and without further ado she turns on her heel and darts for her corner as Cross lunges forwards! The sudden movement allows her to elude the charging Tag Champion, and before he can change direction Jet has tagged in Kaine. Cross turns to follow, but Kaine springs up to the top rope and flies off with a hurricanrana that takes the bigger man over! “A rookie mistake there from Jet,” Comet notes as she steps out to the apron where Toxxic starts talking urgently to her. “However, it would seem that there is quite a bit of potential in that young lady; I merely wish she could be persuaded to leave the malignant clutches of her boyfriend and the evil Revolution Zero!” “Tut Comet, you’re such a homewrecker,” Riley chides as Kaine begin to choke David Cross, ignoring Harding’s five-count until the official passes four. The young German turns to argue with the referee, but Toxxic’s shouts persuade him to return his attention to the gasping Tag Champion and try to pick Cross up from the canvas. The Fallen Angel appears to have the same idea and rises up with a view to giving Kaine a beating, but before the big man can launch any offensive manoeuvre Kaine snares him in a front facelock and drives his head into the mat with an Evenflow-style DDT! *BANG!* Kaine covers his big opponent, hooking the leg and putting all of his 191lbs onto Cross’ shoulders... ONE! TWO!! TH- -but just as Harding’s hand seems to be coming down, Todd Cortez boots Kaine in the head and breaks the pin up! The referee swiftly removes the intruding Urban Legend while Kaine gets back to his feet holding his head. The German then runs for the ropes, building some momentum before charging back at the rising Cross... ...but at the last moment Cross grabs Kaine around the waists, brings him up and around and drives him down with a stiff spinebuster! *BANG!!* “YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” “LET’S GET CROSS!” “LET’S GET CROSS!” David Cross raises an arm in acknowledgement of the fans’ support as he surges back up to his feet, and the entire arena breaks into even louder cheers in response! Ghost and Cortez are calling for the tag but Cross shakes his head and reaches down to pick the winded Kaine up off the floor, then slaps his right leg a few times to signal for a big boot. As Toxxic and Jet look on in dismay Cross Irish whips Kaine into the far ropes, then raises his right foot to kick the young German’s head clean off his shoulders... ...but Kaine twists his body out of the way, rolling past the startled Tag Champion and hooking him with a schoolboy pin that brings him over backwards and pins his shoulders to the mat! ONE! Kaine reaches out and grabs the second rope to give himself an unfair advantage... TWO!! Cortez and Ghost suddenly realise to their horror that Harding hasn’t seen Kaine’s dirty trick, and start to step into the ring to break the pin... THHHHHRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! ...but they’re too late! *DING-DING-DING* “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” “Ladies and gentlemen,” Funyon booms as Hollywood Boulevard remonstrate furiously with the unrepentant referee, “David Cross has been eliminated from the match!” “Blasphemy! What a travesty of justice!” Comet spits as Kaine retreats across the ring, laughing as he goes, and Cross looks absolutely furious but reluctantly steps out through the ropes. “Kaine would’ve had no chance of keeping Citizen Cross down for the three-count without that illegal leverage!” Todd Cortez has apparently decided that he should be the next man in the ring, not having tagged in yet, and the Urban Legend starts across the ring towards the Revolution Zero corner with bad intentions writ large upon his face. Jefferson Harding is still tied up trying to persuade Ghost to leave the ring though, and so while the rest of the crowd sees Jet slide into the ring behind Cortez the referee does not... *CRACK!!* ...and he doesn’t see her paste the unwary Boulevard member in the back of the head with a steel chair! “That... that...” Comet splutters. “If you say ‘Jezebel’ it will go hard with you,” Riley warns him, “...and not in the usual way,” he adds as an afterthought. “ROBERT!” However, while Jefferson Harding may not have eyes in the back of his head he most certainly does have ears on the side of it, and they picked up the distinctive impact of steel on skull. So when the referee looks around to see the cause he quickly spies Jet standing over the fallen Cortez with the offending chair in hand and puts two and two together... *DING-DING-DING!* “YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” “Ladies and gentlemen, Jet has been disqualified!” Funyon booms as the dreadlocked girl looks around in shock. Toxxic steps into the ring to argue with Harding but the Straight-Edge Sensation has no real ground to stand on and the referee has no hesitation in ordering Jet to leave the arena. Jet isn’t happy either, but after a couple of seconds heated discussion with the official she kisses Toxxic on the cheek and rolls under the ropes to head back up the ramp towards the Rev-0 dressing room. “I suppose that was also a rookie mistake,” Comet says, seemingly not quite sure whether to be glad or angry, “as Jet broke the rules of the match but was not ring-aware enough to hide the evidence from the referee.” “What did Harding look around for?” Riley asks in confusion. “Referees never look around when someone’s hit with a chair!” “Regardless Robert, we are now back to even odds,” Comet declares, “as the numbers are at two vs two.” “Yeah, but Toxx and Kaine are a chairshot to the good,” Riley points out, “it’s all part of the plan.” Toxxic certainly seems to realise it, and the Straight-Edge Sensation drops down to cover Todd Cortez. Harding hits the mat to make the count... ONE! TWO!! THHHHR- -but Cortez kicks out, although not with much authority. The chairshot has clearly scrambled the brains of the Urban Legend and Ghost is looking as worried as a man in a mask can look; namely holding his hand as far into the ring as possible, hoping to become Stretch Armstrong and make the tag. “BOU-LE-VARD!” “BOU-LE-VARD!” Cortez doesn’t seem to be able to feed off the energy of the fans just yet as Toxxic pulls his fellow straight-edger up to his feet, then clamps on a reverse headlock and drops to one knee, driving the other up into the back of the Urban Legend’s neck. Before Cortez slumps to the canvas Toxxic pops back up to his full height again, then drops all the way down and slams Cortez’ skull into the canvas to complete the Detoxx before making another cover. ONE! TWO!! THHHHHRRRRRRRREEE- -but this time it’s broken up by Ghost as the masked man reaches Toxxic in time and knocks the World Champion from the cover! “YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” “M-V-S!” “M-V-S!” Toxxic starts up, seeking to get at the possible-Van Siclen, but Ghost retreats to his corner and Harding cuts the angry straight-edger off. The frustrated Toxxic reaches down to hoist Todd Cortez back to his feet, then hits a RIGHT! LEFT! RIGHT! LEFT! The Straight-Edge Sensation steps back, flips Cortez the British v-sign... DISCUS CLOTHESLINE... ...but Cortez ducks and takes Toxxic down with an STO! *BANG!!* “YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” “What courage and endeavour from Citizen Cortez!” Comet applauds as the Urban Legend tries to clear his head while Toxxic writhes on the canvas next to him. “After that vile chairshot from Jet I was certain that it was only a matter of time before he succumbed, but there is still fight left in the USJL Champion!” “For the moment,” Riley asserts, “for the moment.” Todd Cortez tries to push himself up, but Toxxic is recovering as well and Todd knows he doesn’t have much time. Even though he is still lying on the canvas he kicks out at Toxxic’s head, trying to knock the World Champion back far enough for him to get over to his corner and tag Ghost in, but Toxxic sees the blow coming and manages to catch his foot! With this one action the balance of power suddenly shifts in the favour of the Straight-Edge Sensation and Toxxic struggles up to his feet, still holding Cortez captive, then begins to tow his reluctant opponent back to the Rev-0 corner where Kaine is waiting. The German stretches his hand out for the tag and Toxxic complies, then holds Cortez in place as Kaine vaults to the top rope and comes off with a legdrop across the throat of the man from The Streets. Jefferson Harding begins to give Toxxic his required five-count to leave the ring but the World Champion has other ideas; instead of stepping meekly through the ropes Toxxic brushes past Harding (while Kaine, like the true professional he is, takes advantage of the distraction to sneak a quick choke in on Cortez) and runs to the Boulevard corner, where he springboards off the second rope on one side of the turnbuckles to wraps his legs around the head of the surprised Ghost as he stands on the other side, then hurricanranas the masked man out to the floor! “HO-LY SHIT!” “HO-LY SHIT!” The Detroit crowd express their amazement at this particular manoeuvre despite their hatred for the man who performed it and Harding runs over to check on the health of both men involved. Neither seem particularly well but both of them are at least moving; however, Harding’s concern means that he misses Kaine haul the wheezing Cortez upright and- *CHING!!* “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” -kick him square in the balls! As Detroit starts to riot over this latest rule infringement Kaine turns his back on his doubled-over opponent, hooks his arms through those of the Urban Legend and then twists round to hoist him up onto his back. For a moment it looks like Kaine might be slightly overbalanced by the weight of his opponent, but then the German regains control and sits out... *BANG!!* “Hauptunterbrecher!” Riley shouts as the top of Todd Cortez’ head crashes into the mat. “Say goodnight, Toddikins!” Harding hears the impact and turns around, then darts across the ring to make his count... ONE! TWO!! THHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! *DING-DING-DING!* “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” “Ladies and gentlemen, Todd Cortez has been eliminated!” Funyon’s voice rings out over the PA system. “KAINE SUCKS COCK!” “KAINE SUCKS COCK!” “Oh, if only...” Riley says dreamily. “Robert!” Comet snaps. “Will you remember where you are?” “I know where I’m not Comet, and that’s the problem,” Riley responds, looking at the lithe figure of his favourite German. Blissfully ignorant of Bobby Riley’s words, Kaine is standing in the ring smirking at the fans while Harding has returned to watching the outside. Toxxic is now up and is making his way slightly unsteadily around the squared circle back to his corner; Ghost is in less good shape however, and it is a little unclear whether the masked man will be able to continue. With his duty clear in front of him, Harding begins his count. ‘ONE!’ ‘TWO!’ “LET’S GO GHO-OST!” ‘THREE!’ “LET’S GO GHO-OST!” ‘FOUR!’ Slowly, the masked man begin to stir on the outside and begins to haul himself up on the guard rail. Kaine doesn’t look particularly bothered either way, as the arrogant young German would be content to take a count-out victory or face the apparently damaged Van Siclen in the ring, but the fans are firmly behind the masked man and expressing their desire to see him get back into the ring. “LET’S GO GHO-OST!” ‘FIVE!’ “Citizens, I think that it might be wiser for Ghost just to take the countout loss,” Comet states sadly. “After that high-impact attack from Toxxic I consider it unlikely that he could prevail against these two... especially with the plethora of dirty tricks being used by the young man in the ring at present.” “Comet, you’re such a spoil-sport,” Riley sniffs, “why not let him get in there and fail on his own terms?” ‘SIX!’ “LET’S GO GHO-OST!” It seems that the masked man is choosing to listen to the fans rather than Comet’s common sense, as he has now managed to get fully upright and rolls rather slowly into the ring, forcing Harding to stop the count. Kaine springs into action immediately and begins stomping away on the back of the alleged Van Siclen, who crawls around the ring without any apparent ability to defend himself. Satisfied that victory is within his grasp, Kaine heads for the ropes as Ghost struggles up, rebounding off and heading for the masked man at top speed... *BAM!* ...but Ghost snatches him out of the air with a powerslam and drives him down to the mat! “YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” The Detroit crowd erupts as Ghost pops back up to his feet, swaying a little and clearly sore but also not as down-and-out as he had been letting on. Toxxic’s face is thunderous across the ring as the masked man flips his own v-sign at him, then picks Kaine up, wraps both of his opponent’s arms across his own face and drops backwards, driving the back of Kaine’s head into his right knee with the Crossface Black. “LET’S GO GHO-OST!” “LET’S GO GHO-OST!” “Citizens, I stand corrected,” Comet laughs, “he should have got back into the ring!” Ghost looks over at Toxxic, still standing on the ring apron, and seems to come to a decision. With surprising speed for a man who has been dropped onto the arena floor he darts across the ring, springboards off the second rope just like Toxxic a few minutes before, and hits the startled Straight-Edge Sensation with a dropkick that sends him flying off the apron and into the guardrail! “YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!” With one opponent out of the way Ghost turns back to the other. Kaine is struggling up, but not for long; Ghost drives a boot into his gut, then sets him up in a standing headscissors and hoists him off the ground, steps over his arms and- *BANG!* -drops down into the Riot Act! The masked man quickly covers his opponent and Harding dives down to count... ONE! TWO!! THHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! *DING-DING-DING!* “Ladies and gentlemen, Kaine has been eliminated!” Funyon booms, leading to massed cheers around the arena. Toxxic has struggled back up to the ring apron but is too late to save his partner, and now the Straight-Edge Sensation is one-on-one with his masked nemesis! “We’re down to the nitty-gritty now!” Comet says excitedly. “Ghost is on a roll, but is Toxxic just a little fresher?” The fuming World Champion doesn’t seem to care; instead he steps straight through the ropes and charges at Ghost without any further ado. However, his fervour proves to be his undoing as Ghost fluidly sidesteps and scissors his ankles, taking him down with a drop toehold! “YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Toxxic crashes facefirst into the mat, but the straight-edger is back up almost immediately with his temper not much improved. Ghost stands ready, positioned behind the Brit and standing side-on so that when Toxxic turns around he can take a quick sidestep and- *whap* -have his attempted superkick caught by a very, VERY annoyed World Champion. The masked man is off-balance and Toxxic takes a moment to flip a v-sign at him... then spins Ghost around and bends down to place his head between Ghost’s legs and lift him up into an electric chair position. For a moment the possibly-Van Siclen gets a good view of the faces of the fans in the arena. Then two black-nailed hands snake up, wrap around the back of his neck and pull downwards... *BAM!* Harding’s three-count is academic. ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! *DING-DING-DING!* “Ladies and gentlemen, Ghost has been eliminated,” Funyon says soberly, his voice easily carrying over the low buzz from the crowd. “Therefore the winners of the match are the team of Jet, Kaine and Toxxic.” Toxxic releases the pinning cradle on the Dangerlust and rolls away, leaving Ghost’s limp body to fall to the canvas. Jefferson Harding is already checking the masked man’s vital signs and seems to be relieved by what he finds, as he makes no move to call for aid from the back. However, Toxxic doesn’t appear to be finished as he steps back up to his fallen opponent and reaches down to try and remove the mask! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” “Sweet Zombie Jesus, you could have broken the man’s neck!” Comet shouts. “Is a mask so important!?” But help is on the way, as another masked figure streaks down the aisle and charges into the ring, barrelling into Toxxic and knocking him away from the fallen masked man before the straight-edger can achieve his goal! The crowd goes wild as the new arrival takes Toxxic and throws the off-balance World Champion clean over the top rope to the floor, then stands protectively over the Ghost who wrestled the match! “See?” Riley shouts, “it’s a damn conspiracy!” “Toxxic breaks out the Dangerlust, but his attempt to find out the true identity of Ghost has been foiled,” Comet shouts. “What other surprises will this night hold in store? Find out, after this commercial break!” The last image the live feed shows is Toxxic backing up the ramp, pointing at the two Ghosts in the ring and holding up thumb and forefinger, although whether he is referring to how close he was to removing the mask or breaking someone’s neck is unclear. FADE OUT Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Ace309 0 Report post Posted December 2, 2004 Fade in. The words 'EARLIER TODAY' appear in the lower portion of the screen as the scene opens up in a backstage area, presumably right outside a locker room. Four black men stand in the hallway, conversing. Two of the easiest to identify are none other than the SWF's Marcus Washington and his client, Sean Davis. The sight of the two stars ignites a wave of boos from the Detroit crowd. The backs of the two other men are facing the camera. "I have to keep that (beep) in the ring, man. My (beep) would've been toast if I'd've pulled that stunt," proclaims Davis. Marcus nods, "I'd suggest you two stick around backstage … things are bound to get hot again." One of the taller gentlemen finally speaks, and the booing from the crowd only gets more intense. " (beep), we're with you, bro. These Detroit dumb(beep) need some more whoopin'." The image on the Smarktron fades away and is replaced with a shot of the fanbase in Detroit. The capacity crowd immediately begins cheering and waving their signs as the camera pans around, stopping to focus on certain signs. Most of the featured artwork involves the now infamous Ron Artest and Jermaine O'Neal, two Indiana Pacers players who jumped into the stands and assaulted some fans just weeks ago during a basketball game. "I bet they were O'Neal and Artest! I bet ya!" shouts Riley! "Weeeeeeeelcome back! To SWF Lockdown! Up next, we have a Hardcore Gamers' Championship match! Christian Fury will take on Revolution Zero's Sean Davis for Hardcore gold," announces Comet. "The biggest question of the night has been whether or not Artest and O'Neal would make an appearance tonight, and I believe we just got our answer, by Zeus!" "So there's no bet?" The arena lights darken as a rumble of thunder rolls through the speakers. A flash of pyro streaks from ceiling to stage, erupting in a burst of white sparks as a loud thunderclap echoes through the arena. A wave of boos precedes "F.E." by 40 Below Summer as a line of flame ignites along the lip of the stage. Four men step out from behind the curtain. First is the tall, dark and ominous Sean Davis. His oiled body catches the light from the flames, making him seem that much more ferocious. And the most anticipated moment of the evening arrives … standing on either side of Davis are Ron Artest and Jermaine O'Neal! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! "There they are! There they are!!" squeals Riley! Behind the trio of superstars stands Marcus Washington, steel briefcase in hand. The four men simply stand on stage, Davis absorbing all of the negative reaction like a sponge taking in water, and using their hatred to fuel the fire. "The following contest is scheduled for one fall!" begins Funyon. "And will be for the Hardcore Gamers' Championship! Introducing first, the challenger! From Jacksonville, Florida and weighing in at two hundred and seventy-five pounds … he is accompanied by Jermaine O'Neal and Ron Artest of the Indiana Pacers as well as Marcus Washington … the Perfect Storm! Representing REVVVVVVOLUUUTION ZEROOOO!! SEEEEEEAANN DAAAAAAVISS!!" BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! The three athletes in front begin to saunter down the ramp. The two basketball stars pick on Detroit fans at random, talking smack like there's no tomorrow. Davis concentrates on the ring and climbs onto the apron before entering over the top rope. Artest and O'Neal follow Sean into the ring, but Washington skirts the ring, instead approaching none other than Tom Flesher! Riley creams. "HE'S AT RINGSDE! How could I miss him?!" Bobby immediately begins smoothing his hair and fidgeting like a sixteen year old on her first date. "Ladies and gentlemen!" begins Comet. "It appears Hall of Famer Thomas Flesher has decided to take some time from Law school to join us here in Detroit!" "He hasn't taken much time, Spandex Boy. Check out that book he's showing Marcus … it's bigger than my head!" Cyclone retaliates, "I think you mean that it's thicker than your skull." "Most likely, yes!" Funyon announces as "F.E." fades from the speakers, "And the champion … " The lights cut out and intermittent flashes appear as cameras go off in anticipation. System of a Down's "Aerials" begins playing, and the fans cheer for the Hardcore Champion, Christian Fury. "From Cleveland, Ohio and weighing in at two hundred and thirty-one pounds … he is the SWF Hardcore Gamers' Champion … CHRISSSSSSTIAAAANN FUUUUUUUUUURY!!" YEEEEEEEEAAAHH!! A burst of pyro goes off at the stage and Fury steps out. He pauses at the top of the ramp to bask in the cheers of the Detroit fans, the Hardcore belt draped over one shoulder, Kendo stick resting on the other. Fury smirks to himself and struts down the ramp, his eyes focused on the ring, where his overbearing opponent awaits. Christian enters the ring by sliding under the bottom rope and quickly gets to his feet. The lights return to normal brightness, revealing that neither Sean Davis nor Artest and O'Neal left the ring out of respect for the champion. Fury frowns as he hands the title belt over to the referee, who promptly calls for the bell. DING DING DING!! Fury lowers his Kendo stick, holding it like a baseball bat between him and Sean Davis. He also warily eyes Ron Artest and Jermaine O'Neal, but they both appear too caught up in jeering the fans in the floor seating. YOU ALL SUCK! YOU ALL SUCK! YOU ALL SUCK! The fans begin chanting as words fly between Artest, O'Neal and nearby fans. A couple hot-headed Detroit dwellers stand, getting mouthy with the athletes in the ring. Fury takes the opportunity to focus on Davis, who stares daggers at him. Sean lunges, and Chris darts to one side, swinging with the Kendo stick! *SMACK!* Fury catches Davis square across the back, causing the giant to lurch forward in pain. But he immediately turns around, a glare boring into Christian's skull. Fury raises the Kendo stick, ready to strike again, but a flying cup of beer lands on his shoulder, startling him! "And so it begins, Comet!" A groan escapes the superhero's lips. "Stay tuned, folks, for a reenactment of the Pistons-Pacers basketball game … " Artest dodges another flying cup and O'Neal slides out of the ring, charging the barrier as fans get to their feet in order to defend themselves. Davis takes advantage of Fury's distraction and hurls a forearm his way, clotheslining the champ to the mat! Marcus dodges out of the way as O'Neal dives into the crowd, throwing wild punches. Flesher sits still in the front row, as if an invisible barrier stops the crowd from encroaching on his space. He calmly turns a page in his book, then frowns as Washington snatches it right from his grasp! In the ring, Sean Davis has picked up Fury in a Falcon arrow position, and instead of slamming him to the mat, tosses the champ right over the top rope! Fury crashes to the floor, legs and arms akimbo! Artest soon joins O'Neal in the crowd, attacking fans left and right! "What a melee this is turning out to be! When the Detroit fans were suggested to bring a weapon for this match, I doubt this is what SWF writers had in mind!" "Are you kidding me, Comet!? They had Ron Artest and Jermaine O'Neal come to the arena … this is exactly what they were looking for!" scoffs Riley. Sean Davis steps over the top rope, moving toward Fury on the floor. The other fans in the arena (those not being attacked by O'Neal and Artest) begin to cheer wildly. Davis glances toward the ramp, as such a ruckus could only mean one thing … someone's running out to help someone else. And since no such run-ins were planned for Davis, that must mean it's someone helping Fury … his partner, David Cross perhaps? First glance doesn't support that theory … neither does the white headband and large … poofy … fro. "It's Wallace! Detroit Pistons forward Ben Wallace is rushing out to join the fray!" While Davis's attention is diverted toward Wallace, Fury begins to stir. He shakes his head and begins to clamber to his feet when … *THUNK!* Marcus Washington whacks Christian upside the head with the 2300+ page law book that Tom Flesher had previously been studying! Riley laughs out loud, "Marcus just threw the book at Fury!" Comet comments, "Much like the NBA threw the book at Artest and O'Neal." The brawl between the two Pacers and the rest of the fans in the floor section continues to rage, with Wallace joining the fray. Davis picks up Fury and sets him up in a standing headscissors. Sean gutwrenches the champ to his shoulders, then pulls him down and drives him headfirst to the floor! "Cyclone Driver! New champ!" The referee, who has paid no attention whatsoever to the basketball players duking it out in the crowd, drops to all fours as Sean makes the cover. ONE! TWO! THREE! DING DING DING!! "F.E." by 40 Below Summer kicks up and Davis stands, raising his arms in victory as the ref hands over the Hardcore belt. Washington hands Flesher his huge tome back, nods thanks and joins his client. Sean pushes the belt into Marcus's arms, then climbs the barrier and begins tossing fans aside in order to rescue his newfound friends in Artest and O'Neal. "Where was Fury during this thing?" Comet inquires … Riley just shrugs. Fade out. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Ace309 0 Report post Posted December 2, 2004 As SWF Lockdown returns from paying some bills, the throng of loyal fans in the stands rise from their seats and cheer to their hearts content as the camera pans through the sea of nerds, capturing the jubilation and excitement- “CYCLONE COMET!” -that is until our resident Superhero blurts his own name for seemingly no reason. “… What the hell was that for?” asks a confused yet agitated Bobby Riley. As Riley stares at his slightly off-balance cohort, the screen begins to flutter and distort, the sound of the fans cheers beginning to crackle and break up as the feed is literally hijacked. “I beat him! He didn’t cut me off this time! Justice wins the day again!” “Can we get Stevens back out here? Please?” Riley pleads as his partner continues to babble, but both men are soon drowned out by spirited jeers from the capacity crowd as they hear a familiar voice over the P.A system. “There is nothing wrong with your television set…” Comet soon returns to his normal level of (in)sanity, “My apologies citizens, but the mere presence of this man makes my blood boil…” ”Do not attempt to adjust the picture…” “He has only the nicest things to say about you freak,” grins Riley. ”We will control the horizontal…” The fans continue to boo as one while images of Sacred destroy countless opponents with the Cruel Fate is shown… ”We will control the vertical…” … While the last image shows him standing united with the Revolution. ”We are controlling transmission…” The picture is suddenly returned to normal as the lights dim and Lycia’s “Tainted” begins to play its slow and haunting tune, seemingly perfect for the man who walks out from behind the black curtain, head bowed as he proceeds down the ramp with solemn grace. “Allow me to officially welcome all our viewers back to Lockdown, in time for what is sure to be a hotly contested bout between two championship hopefuls!” Comet shouts, watching his former stable mate from years gone by slide underneath the bottom rope. “In our first Main Event, one of Toxxic’s many lackeys will square off against the dastardly Max King, but under what stipulation will this match be fought?” “Whatever it is, I just hope it satisfies the bloodlust of these Detroit fans,” Riley mutters under his breath, in case they hear him. “I don’t want to scuff my news Julius Marlow’s running from rabid cup wielding fans!” “With these two despised men set to do battle, we could very well have a riot on our hands! Neither man is a fan favorite by any stretch of the imagination, but I’m sure that’s the furthest thing from their minds with a World Title shot on the line and everything to lose.” Sacred paces around the ring, making sure to warm himself up while blocking the taunting of the fans from his mind as Funyon raises the microphone to his lips, announcing in a booming voice: “Ladies and Gentleman, the following match is a SECRET SANTA match! Introducing first…” a loud and prolonged groan is heard from the fans as Funyon grins cheekily, keeping the fans on tenterhooks as to the stipulation. “Representing Revolution Zero…” the groans soon give way to a hail of boos as Sacred just looks down at the mat, keeping himself focused. “He hails from Adelaide, Australia and weighs in at two hundred and sixteen pounds... please welcome… SSSSAAAACCCCRRRREEEEEEDDDDDD!” “Since his return, Sacred has seemed to lack the fire and determination he once had,” begins Comet, studying his former friend, “but as a chance to claim the World Title approaches, he’s shown a sense of spirit I have not seen in him for quite some time… but he’s still a stupid silly head for associating with these Rev0 vagabonds.” Riley ignores his partner and begins to gag as Kelly Connelly strides out from the back dressed as always in her business suit, almost hypnotizing the men with her long legs, but they know better as the entire crowd begins to boo. Kelly just smiles and shakes her head, waving the fans away as he enters the ring, swiping the microphone away from Funyon and waiting for the roar of disapproval to subside. “Oh, please!” she cries out, shaking her head as the chorus boos continue to rain down upon the ring. “Despite my insistence to skip this town, I mean, after all, look what happens with a crowd of you come together, you become violent and attack honest and hardworking people with no provocation! It’s not our fault we’re simply better than you. No, because the man I’m about to introduce is superior to you all, he’s simply, the Superior Talent! So raise your cups and toast Wrestling’s Superman, a true god among men! He is “The Icon”… give it up for, MAAAAAXXXX KIIINNNGGGGG!” An explosion ROCKS the entranceway as Saliva’s Superstar kicks into gear, booming through the P.A system. Kelly nods in approval as Max King walks down the ramp way, as always, a smug look on his face as he turns his nose up to the fans, setting his eyes on his opponent. “Max King has had a fast rise in the SWF,” notes Comet, “just as fast as our World Champion, Toxxic! Both, however, have flourished with use of nefarious and downright criminal means to advance their own careers!” Riley disagrees as footage of Kelly sliding Cross’ the tag title belt to King and pasting the Tag Champ is shown, “It’s a dog eat dog business, freak, either you do anything you can to survive or you fade from memory. Kelly simply looks after her investment. Speaking of which, I’d like to protect HER investment…” “What does that even mean!?” King steps up onto the ring apron, smirking with delight as the fans make sure he gets the warmest welcome possible, chanting- ‘MAX KING SUCKS!’ ‘MAX KING SUCKS!’ ‘MAX KING SUCKS!’ -but he takes little notice as Kelly sits on the second rope, allowing her man to safely enter the ring, leaving one eye on her as she as she runs her hands over his chest, his other eye watching Sacred closely, wary of his far more experienced opponent. “Now…” Funyon booms, swiping his microphone back from Ms. Connelly. “This secret Santa Match will be fought in…” The crowd waits on edge as Sacred and King both stare at each other… “…A CAGE MATCH!” “Did you hear that Comet!?” Riley blurts. “King and Sacred will square off, one on one, inside a fifteen foot high steel cage!” “That’s big news, Bobbo. Both men are no strangers to the cage, with Max King’s last match falling to Manson at Genesis inside the cage, while it’s been a long time between drinks for Citizen Sacred, having his last cage match over a year ago against the then World Champion, Edwin MacPhisto!” gushes Comet. “I’d like to take this time to tell everyone how awesome Citizen MacPhisto is, a TRUE champion of Justice-“ “No!” Riley shouts, cutting off his partner. “He shouldn’t have won that match, but Magnifico had to put his nose where it didn’t belong and secure the victory for his former Carnie friend!” “Magnifico was just evening the odds, Lerrin Breggan was aiding Sacred at every possible turn!” “Yes, but Stubby put him there to do that in an OFFICIAL capacity. There’s a difference.” The cage begins to lower, hidden for most of the night under black cloth and shadowed from view. The fans and wrestlers alike look up as the cage comes down, King quickly telling Kelly to leave the squared circle, lest she be left with the methodical and merciless Australian. Funyon and the referee quickly leave the ring as the Cage lowers above the ring apron, being set into place by the tech crews. The fans roar their approval as the cage is put into place and the two men square off, ready to do battle. “Oh, did I forget to mention?” Riley suddenly remembers. “After that cage match, Sacred went on to win the World Title only a month later. I’d say that’s an omen…” *DING! DING! DING!* With four imposing walls of steel surrounding them, both men circle each other with the utmost caution, each taking defensive stances. King hears Kelly's shouts of encouragement and grins, blowing her a kiss and insisting he "has this one in the bag." With King's attention elsewhere for the moment, Sacred seizes this opportunity and charges forward, nailing King in the jaw with a stiff forearm shot. "An early mistake by King, leaving himself wide open," notes Riley, until Kelly catches his gaze, "but can you blame him?" A second forearm blow dazes the Superior Talent before Sacred shoots him into the ropes and drops to the canvas, letting King sail over him. "You're not fooling anyone," replies comet with a smirk as King returns, Sacred hooking his arm and taking him over with a Hip Toss, keeping his opponent on the mat and applying a Wristlock. Before Sacred can lock it in, King picks himself back up and rolls forward and before you know it, King has spun around and reversed the hold into a Hammerlock, heading behind the Australian and keeping his arm pinned at his back. Sacred simply shakes his head, reaching back with his free arm and pulling King over his shoulder with a Snapmare, before planting a boot on King and with a graceful pirouette he performs a spinning Boot scrape! "Yeowch!" cries Comet. "I don't think he'll be blowing any kisses for a while, do you?" Riley just grumbles, "That was just downright rude and reprehensible behavior!" "Isn't that what you like best about these two?" "I know! It's not fair; they're pulling at my heart strings!" As Riley tries to sort out his emotional ties, Sacred ties up King in the corner, rearing back for dramatic effect before- "WOO!" -bringing his arm across King's chest with a sharp knife edge chop! "WOO!" And hits another as Comet cries, "Sacred is simply merciless with those chops!" "WOO!" As a third and final chop leaves his chest beet red, King is led out of the corner as Blackwell tries for an Irish Whip, but King reverses it and Sacred bounces off the ropes. On his return he runs straight into a back elbow from King that knocks him down! Max quickly latches onto Sacred with a seated side headlock before he can get up, but Sacred answers with a head scissors. King then answers THAT as he breaks the hold by kipping up to his feet, but Sacred shows he's just as agile, snapping Max over with an Ankle Scissors. Before Max can get back to his feet Sacred drops to the mat and drives a knee into his back, keeping him still long enough to apply a rear Chin lock while Comet audibly groans, "this is not what I was expecting at all, as these two have gone at a pace and style not befitting their surroundings at all!" "I know you'd love nothing more than to see these two beat the living hell out of each other," answers Riley, to which Comet nods in agreement furiously, "but escaping the cage is difficult at the best of times, and it's nigh impossible with these two high caliber athletes in the ring with so much on the line!" King slowly but surely pries Sacred's hands away, finding enough room to spin around and out of trouble, but Sacred second guesses him, heading behind the self-proclaimed Superior Talent with a rear waist lock. King executes a standing switch with ease, heading behind his opponent and taking out both of his ankles, tripping him down face first. With Sacred's boot imprint still visible on his face, King returns the favor, mounting on top of Sacred and slapping him across the head furiously, before spinning back to his feet! The Australian growls as he gets back to his feet, finding King smirking his way, but Sacred keeps himself composed and golf-claps the younger man's performance. The two again circle each other, the foreboding cage taking a backseat in each man's mind as they show each other the proper respect, watching one another like hawks. "If there's one thing I can't stand, its mutual respect amongst these villainous nare-do-well's!" Comet fervently protests as the two men trade blows in the centre of the ring. "There simply has to be in this type of match," Riley explains, "as there's only two men and a fifteen foot high steel cage, so there's no one to help you except for the moral support given through the chain links of the cage." "No wonder this is a cage match then! King has needed that jezebel at his side to help him advance in this tournament, but she's out of the equation in this match!" "Well, there's that, and also to protect these two from flying plastic cups of doom," sneers Riley, watching the Detroit fans suspiciously as inside the cage, Max soon takes control, backing Sacred into the turnbuckles and unleashing on him with right hands that daze the Australian. Taking Sacred by the hand, King whips him as hard as he can across the ring, following his Australian opponent in and crashing down with a Clothesline in the corner! Sacred staggers away but King soon catches up with him, applying a rear waist lock, but Sacred charges forward in desperation to break it, throwing himself on the ropes and causing King to lose his grip and somersault backwards and to his feet. Not wanting to lose his momentum for a second, the Superior Talent runs headlong at the Australian, but Sacred counters by lifting him up into the air with a Flapjack, about to throw him into the cage much to the crowd's delight! ... but Sacred decides to throw him head first on the top turnbuckle instead! This causes the fans to sigh and protest along with Comet, "Curses! The cage has still not played a part in this match!" "All good things come to those who wait," Bobby reminds his cohort as King is spun around and sent hurtling into the opposite turnbuckles. Sacred waits, winding up and delivering a tremendous blow, but before he knows it, King has jumped up onto the top turnbuckle and has started climbing the cage! Sacred throws all caution into the wind as he charges across the ring, grabbing Max around the ankle and stalling him! King flays wildly as he clings onto the cage, showing little of his technical prowess as he tries to simply kick Sacred in the face and continue his climb! But as he does, Sacred yanks him down and cheers ring out as King once again hits the top turnbuckle pad! "King was oh so close to surprising Sacred with that desperate climb to the top," Riley notes, "but no matter how fast you are, if you're opponent isn't out cold, you won't have much luck." "It's dangerous too; you could get a finger caught in there if you're not careful!" "What self-respecting announcer would ever say THAT," Riley replies, the two commentators giggling as Sacred lowers his head and extends his shoulder, driving it into King's midsection again and again as King struggles for air. With Max hunched over in pain, Sacred takes him into the ropes and whips him across the ring, a plan already formulated in his mind. The former ICTV champion returns, but is immediately thrusted into the air as the Australian spins him around, dropping him rib first across his knee! "Tilt-a-Whirl Gutbuster!" yells Riley, watching King pop to his feet from the impact, struggling for air. "Sacred has started to put his plan into motion, and when Sacred puts his plan into fruition, it spells doom for his opponent!" "Though I hate to admit it," the Superhero says while shaking his head, "you may just be right. Both Manson and Carnage have fallen to Sacred since his return, and his targeting of a particular body part has won him the day..." "Exactly," Riley replies with a satisfied smirk as Sacred lifts King up completely vertical, holding him in mid-air and letting the blood rush to his head, "and now he's focusing on King's ribs, much like Edwin targeted Sacred's ribs in their cage match over a year ago." Just as Riley finishes, Sacred slowly falls forward, letting King crash down face first! "A quick assault to the ribs and midsection has opened a tiny window for Citizen Sacred to exploit if he can!" Just as Comet predicts, Sacred dusts himself off and heads over to the furthest cage wall, gaining some ground on King as he begins his long climb up the 15 feet high cage wall. The Australian continues to climb, Kelly Connelly doing all she can to shake the cage and bring him down, but to no avail! Her constant and piercing hollering does alert Max King however as the Superior Talent gets to his feet, finding Sacred nearing the top of the summit! With all haste King sprints across the ring, throwing himself across the ring and thumping into Sacred's spine with a flying forearm! The impact causes Sacred to lose his footing on the cage wall, but his feet catch the top rope as the Aussie breathes a sigh of relief. ... That is, until King takes hold of the top rope and shoots a snaky grin at his opponent, shaking the ropes violently, causing Sacred to lose his foothold and crotch himself on the top rope! "Sweet Zombie Jesus!" bellows Comet as he cringes. "No one deserves that fate, not even a filthy convict like Sacred!" "I think we all agree," Riley remarks, looking to the men in the audience, who all cringe and look down, "but Max King needed to do something, ANYTHING to halt the Australian's climb, and did it in effective, if a tad heartless, way!" Kelly jumps up and down and applauds her man, before controlling herself and resuming her business like demeanor, giving Max some instructions. The self-proclaimed Wrestling Superman is all to eager to follow Kelly's lead, grabbing the top rope again and bouncing Sacred up and down, causing even more pain to his nether regions! Sacred yelps with pain as any man would before tumbling to the canvas, and King is there to scoop him back up, shoving him into a standing head scissors. "He could be looking for the jumping Piledriver!" shouts Comet as King links his arms together and pulls back, holding Sacred completely vertical, his head pointed towards the mat... *THUD!* The Australian's head is driven hard into the mat as Comet cries, "By Zeus, he hit it! But what will be his next vital move...?" Comet isn't left to ponder long as King rolls back to his feet, heading towards the corner and pulling himself up the cage, but instead of climbing to the top, he stops at the third turnbuckle, turning back around and lining himself up with the fallen Australian in the centre of the ring! "Attaboy, King," Riley hollers. "He's been in his fair share of Cage Matches, and he knows that Sacred is one tough cookie and won't stay down for very long." Kelly marks a notch down on her invisible clipboard much to the fans disdain as Max points to her and smirks, then the crowd as a whole, proclaiming himself the next SWF World Heavyweight Champion. The Superior Talent steadies himself before flying from the top rope as both flashbulbs and boos erupts... ... NO! "He missed!" Comet cries. "He missed with the Flying Elbow Drop after Sacred rolled away!" The fans begin to cheer at the sight of Max King eating his own words, or he would be if his ribs weren't in so much pain after landing hard on his side! He and Sacred both lie on the canvas, Kelly frantically slamming his fist on the canvas, trying to stir King, but Sacred is the one first to his feet, admiring his handiwork for a split second before lifting King back to his feet, causing him to cough and splutter. Sacred throws Max's arm across his shoulder, grabbing him by the beltline and heaving him upward, before slamming him back down with a vertical Suplex! "Will Sacred capitalize and try to climb... No! He's going for another!" With a swivel of the hips Sacred pops back up and lifts King into he air, nailing him with another Suplex that drives the air out of the former champion. Just when it looks he is done, Sacred swivels his hips once more and drags King back into a front face lock. "Another Suplex could crush Citizen King's hopes in this match, as well as his ribcage!" Comet cries, thinking himself awfully clever. Riley, however, is not amused, "This is no time for your lame jokes, freak! Sacred's readying himself for another Suplex... wait, he just hooked the arm… and he's brought his leg up, ready for the Cruel Fate!" With King seemingly incapacitated and wide open, Sacred sets himself to complete the trio of moves with his patented Finisher! The fans all rise from their seats as Sacred begins to swing his leg back, but King, realizing the severity of his situation, shoots himself forward, throwing all his weight into Sacred, and in turn, the cage wall! "King countered just in time," clamors Comet, "and saved himself in this match!" "...But he's not out of the woods yet," explains Riley as King spears Sacred into the cage wall, slamming his head against the steel. Sacred soon silences King's defiant stand, latching onto his neck and pulling tight while smashing his arm across King's now sensitive midsection. With King hunched over, clutching his ribs, Sacred takes this time to grab him by the collar and waist, throwing him head first between the second and third ropes, slamming him into the steel cage! "Sacred finally says to hell with it and punishes King's resistance, using the cage as a weapon!" Comet says, literally beaming as the fans all begin to cheer as Sacred takes King's head and grates it across the mesh steel! "He has to keep control, though..." King replies, looking on with both approval and worriment. "In that match, Edwin not only worked over his ribs, but he used his emotions against him, provoking blind rage so Sacred made crucial mistakes." The camera zooms in on the two men, King having his face shredded against the steel, Kelly lost for words of encouragement, flinching at the brutal scene. Sacred's face, however, is a polar opposite as he keeps himself calm and collected, going about his Max King grating duties in workman-like manner. Several cuts begin to appear across King's face as Sacred finally ceases, but quickly whips King into the opposite strands. As Max is flung back off the ropes, Sacred lowers his head; using his own strength and King's momentum to lift him straight up into the air and flinging him back down... *...WHAM!* Driving King into the canvas with a Spinebuster! "King is down and most certainly OUT!" Riley reports, as if there was any doubt. "Sacred put all his weight and power into that move--and now he's going to climb the cage!" Sacred pats King on the forehead, almost sympathizing with his pain, having been in this position before. It doesn't stop him from walking casually over to the ropes, pulling himself up the steel wall as the fans boo as loud as they possibly can, wanting the punishment to continue! Sacred doesn't falter as he continues his quest for the peak only a foot or two away, but Kelly Connelly's sudden interjection causes his plans to go awry! The cunning vivacious manager climbs up onto the canvas, doing everything in her power to slow Sacred's ascension towards the top of the cage and the World Title! "She's no Lerrin Breggan that's for sure," Riley remarks, winking fairly obviously as the camera, "but I'll be damned if she's not putting her all to help King at all costs!" "I can't believe that vixen has found yet another way to cheat, it's absolutely reprehensible--wait! Max King is climbing back to his feet!" Sacred is knocked slightly off balance, but still ascends slowly. With his attention focused on Connelly, Sacred doesn't see King run up from behind to take hold of his boot, stalling him further! Kelly grins in a cute yet wicked fashion as Sacred thrashes about wildly, trying to shake King, but Max is determined to drag Sacred back down, and it works! Sacred suddenly looses his footing, managing to balance on a delicate tight rope. King has a plan, though; as he lowers his head and threads himself between Sacred's legs. "King sets Sacred up in the Electric Chair Position, never a good thing!" Blackwell's fingers thread through the cage to hold on for dear life, but he feels himself suddenly pulled down from his perch as Kelly waves and the Australian sees the lights above before... 'OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH...' *CRASH!* Sacred hits the mat with a tremendous thud, his body flung clear from the impact! "A fantastic equalizer from a man who's seen much action in a cage!" cries Riley. "He stopped Sacred dead in his tracks, and at the same time, avoided any further injury to himself." "Both men are down--both men are hurting--and I see blood of a convict. Lady Justice smiles brightly on us tonight," Comet says with a righteous yet sick smile. King begins to drag his body clear from the proverbial car crash, blood trickling down his forehead while Sacred begins to stir, his head ringing with stars circling not far above. Kelly continues to shout encouragement as the fans cheer, finding the image of both men lying battered and bruised a sight they can all agree is a pleasant one. King soon works his way to his feet, wiping the blood away from his eyes, only to find Sacred climbing to his feet also! Max sighs in disappointment as the Australian staggers but soon gains his bearings, finding King resting the corner. Summoning up enough speed, Sacred charges with a head full of steam, leaping across the ring with a Flying Splash! "King avoids the impact!" announces Comet as a sickly sound is head as Sacred's head meets the corner of the cage, and the fans go crazy! Almost immediately blood appears, oozing down from his long hair and across his face, but at this point, he doesn't even know where he is. King waits for his opponent to stagger towards him before he flows forward, clinging onto Sacred's neck with a Sleeper Hold! "Smart strategy from Max here, freak. He can buy himself some time, and make sure Sacred's lights are out for good!" King's bicep wraps around Blackwell's throat, denying him of precious oxygen and causing his arms to lash about wildly. Soon enough, his efforts begin to die down and his arms fall by the wayside as King syncs the hold in! Just as it seems the Australian is down and out, his eyes suddenly open and he throws his arms into the air, giving his two fans some hope yet! ‘MAX KING SUCKS!’ ‘MAX KING SUCKS!’ ‘MAX KING SUCKS!’ The chants ring out as cries of, "drop him! Now!" are heard from Kelly as King holds onto his prey, but before he can attempt a Sleeper Drop, Sacred throws a few wild back elbow's into King's ribs, causing him to unhinge and let go of the Australian. With a quick standing switch, Sacred turns the tables and applies a rear waist lock, pushing King towards the turnbuckles to compress him! King manages to block Sacred's efforts with an outstretched boot on the second turnbuckle stopping he and Sacred in their tracks. Just as Sacred rears back for another attempt, King dives to the mat and Sacred throws himself head first into the cage! "King is doing everything he can to keep his hopes in this match alive," notes Riley, "using a minimal amount of effort to counter, but causing heavy damage!" The damage Riley mentions can clearly be seen in all its glory detail as Sacred stumbles out of the corner, a faraway look in his eyes as blood trails down his face and mats into his hair. King bleeds for his art as Sacred does, but his apparent blood loss doesn't concern him for now as he waits for the Australian to stumble clumsily backward. King finally traps him in a reverse face lock and the fans all rise from their seats, watching Max reach down and grab Sacred's leg with his free arm, lift him into the air and... *WWWHHHAAAAMMMMMMM!!* "KING BUSTER!" both announcers squeal as King PASTES Sacred with his devastating DDT finisher, and the crowd pops in kind! Kelly again momentarily forgets herself and climbs up onto the ring apron, shaking the cage, grabbing the attention of both Max King, and the men behind her in the front row. Max's eyes appear glazed over, but as the sudden realization of his feat sets in, they widen and light up with determination as he crawls towards the ropes, hauling himself up and beginning to climb the cage! He finds it easy enough to reach the top rope, but a searing pain shoots through his body as he tries to haul himself up further, the top of the cage, only 8 or so feet from him, may as well be miles away. "Sacred must find this a satisfying sight, his constant work on the midsection producing the intended results!" "I'm sure it would be if he weren't, you know, dead." Comet's grim forecast is luckily inaccurate, but the Australian is not in a good way, his eyes glazed over from as he drags his head across the mat, blood soaking into the canvas. Trying to lift his head up proves to be as difficult as lifting a one ton weight, but he finally does so, hearing the audience roar to life and wondering just what they're on about. "Look up you daft Australian! He's climbing to victory! Do something!" Riley's desperate pleas fall on deaf ears as King attempts to fight through the pain, drawing closer to the top of the cage, only five feet away. Behind him, though, Sacred finally catches sight of his wily opponent; the sudden shock of his opponent so close to victory sobers the Australian back to reality as he climbs to his feet, charging over to the ropes. King manages to keep the looming Australian at bay, for not for long as Sacred thumps him in the back with a stiff forearm blow, targeting the ribs. Another blow forces King off balance, allowing Sacred to haul himself up onto the third rope. King grits his teeth as Kelly cries, "C'mon baby, you can do it! Just a little further!" Her advice has only the best intentions, but it doesn't exactly help King combat Sacred who climbs up another few feet, drawing level with his opponent. "They're neck and neck, Comet!" Riley says, calling the action, almost out of his seat, "but who has the most fuel left in the tank to make that final lunge for victory!?" "I'm not sure a race to the finish is what Citizen Blackwell has in mind!" Sacred suddenly shoots a forearm as it crashes against King's jaw, but the Superior Talent holds on for dear life, replying with a back elbow to buy himself some time, but it's only a glancing blow. Sacred levels him with another blow, forcing King off balance and his arm to give way with only one arm to support his weight! Sacred suddenly grabs King's free arm, hooking it with his own as he steps down onto the third rope, walking a fine line as he tries to keep himself balanced and pry Max away from the cage, throwing him forward as the two come crashing down... And down... Until... *CRRRRRUUUNNNCCCHHHH!!* "OH MY LORD!" utters the Superhero, saying his prayers as the entire crowd roars with approval. "Sacred just... he just hit..." "A SPANISH INQUISITION OFF THE CAGE!" Riley gushes in orgasmic fashion. "Just as he did with Perfect Bo so long ago! Both men crashed down to earth hard, and Sacred may have shot himself in the foot, almost landing directly on his head in an attempt to finish this match and King permanently!" "Whatever the case may be, and whoever maybe the first to their feet, this match has taken a dramatic turn from a mat wrestling game to both men simply pulling out all the stops to keep each other down, by whatever means necessary!" Both men are down and out, Sacred lying prone on his stomach; King lying face up, staring up at the house lights, confirming that yes, at least he's still conscious. Chants of 'Holy shit!' still ring through the arena as neither man makes a move, Sacred's constant blood loss sapping him of his strength and energy. King finally rolls out to the side, coughing and spluttering uncontrollably as he at least tries to pull his weary carcass to it's feet. Sacred begins to stir, quelling the doubt of the very few Revolution Zero fans in attendance, but King gets to him first, grabbing his hair and yanking him to his feet. Instead of pulling off any sort of move, King drags Sacred to the ropes and throws his head against the steel cage! *BAM!* "He can see that World Title in his grasp, Comet, he knows that the pain he's enduring with all be worth it when he has his hands on the gold!" *BAM!* Sacred repeatedly bounces away as bone clashes with steel, but King is merciless in his attack! *BAM!* "They're like sharks inside that cage, Riley! Both may be world class technical wrestlers, but when they're enclosed in that steel, their worst and most brutal sides are brought to the surface!" *BAM!* "Worse?" asks Riley. "It's their best side! Is there anything better than seeing two men push each other to the absolute limits!?" The crowd answers that question for Riley as they cry "OOOH!" every time Sacred hits the steel before the Australian finally recoils and falls in a heap, allowing King to again climb up the cage. Sacred shakes his head furiously to shake out the cobwebs and lunge forward, dragging King back down and aiming a kidney punch which staggers the Superior Talent! King falls down the side of the cage, scraping the side of his face against the steel mesh until he lands on the third rope, perched up against the side of the cage while sitting on the top rope. Sacred, almost drained completely of energy, uses this to his advantage, placing his head underneath King's arm and lifts him into the air off the ropes into a Back Drop Suplex! Sacred stumbles backward, the blood that covers his face paints a crimson mask is enough to make him woozy and lose control of his opponent! King leans back, rolling off Sacred's shoulder and landing on his haunches, capitalizing on his opponent’s apparent dizziness as he charges with a Flying Forearm, but Sacred is quick to recover at this vital time and stops him cold with a toe kick that doubles him over! The crowd roars to life once again as Sacred steps forward, sliding his arm around Max's neck and applying a front face lock! But again, his finisher is denied as King grabs him around the waist, lifting him up and charging headlong into the ropes at the same time, crunching Sacred against the steel mesh! "King has scouted the Cruel Fate every time Sacred has attempted it, and that forward planning may just get him through this match!" Sacred falls between the cage wall and the ring ropes, almost tied up and unable to move! Kelly runs around to give her man support as he finally breaks out in a smile, pulling himself up onto the ropes and climbing up, stepping on Sacred's head as he tries to resist. The Australian flays his arms desperately as King continues his climb, but again the searing pain shooting through his ribs keep him from climbing further and forcing him to wait. Finally, he summons up enough strength to haul himself up, only three feet... two feet... until he's only one foot from the top of the cage! Kelly climbs up onto the ring apron, trying to reach up and grab King's arm and pull him that extra distance, but Sacred finally untangles himself, rolling underneath the bottom rope! "Sacred finally frees himself from the prison King created for him, but is it too late!?" cries Comet, his disdain for both main taking a back seat to his excitement. King is so close to the top he can already feel the ground beneath his feet as he beams with a exhausted yet satisfied smile... but that's not the ground he can feel, that's an angry Australian, trying to bring him down! King tries to throw his weight forward and safely secure himself on the top of the cage, but it works against him as all his weight is on the wrong side of the cage, allowing Sacred to pull him down! King's smile suddenly fades as Sacred climbs up onto the second rope, driving his shoulder into King' spine while Kelly looks on helplessly! Max winces with pain and cries out, but there's no one to help him as Blackwell drops down to the mat, reaching underneath King as he's perched perilously on the top rope, but Sacred keeps him steady, taking hold of his sides and trying to pull him down, but the Icon holds on for dear life, threading his fingers through the mesh to cling onto the steel! With one final effort, Sacred manages to pry his opponent free at last, pulling him down and aiming him towards the mat as Riley cries, "POWERBOMB FROM THE TOP ROPE! This will surely be it!" ... BUT NO!! Sacred keeps hold of King, letting him dangle around his knees, his head pointing directly at the canvas. Sacred grits his teeth, calling on his reserves as he shuffles forward, stepping each leg over the Icon's dangling arms, keeping them firmly in place... The crowd gasps as Sacred drops forward, his weight collapsing on King as the Icon's head crashes against the pine, his whole body folding in two. "HOLY SHIT!" shouts Riley, echoing the sentiment of everyone in the arena as King lies motionless on the mat, Sacred on his knees next to him, breathing heavily while sweat pours down his face and blood trickles to the mat. "That looked like Spike Jenkins’ Ratings Clash, but... he dropped him on his head instead! He's simply destroyed the Icon with that one move!" "I cannot believe it!" Comet cries in protest, watching on as Kelly shouts at King, telling him to get up, to do anything, but she can't get through to him. "This is a sick side of Sacred I had hoped we'd never see again, but his dark side has reared its ugly head once more!" Sacred pulls himself to his feet, Max King's well being the furthest thing form his mind as he pulls himself up to the top rope, and closing on the top of the cage. Six feet... four feet... two feet... "Citizen King is still yet to stir, leaving Sacred to climb to the top of the cage almost without resistance, without breaking a sweat!" The crowd begins to roar as Sacred pulls himself up onto the top of the cage, looking down at the cold concrete floor below. Kelly Connelly is still on the scene, trying to grab the Sacred One and push him back over the top, but Sacred has gone this far and he's not about too look back. "Why doesn't he just hit her and be done with it, he's gone this far, he may as well!" Riley yells, but Sacred refuses to hit her, instead, he dangles over the edge, letting himself fall… ...Fall... ...Fall... ...Fall down the side of the cage, crashing down to the floor below as the bell rings! *DING! DING! DING!* "And that's all she wrote!" announces Riley with a mix of jubilation and worriment as "Tainted" begins to play up. "Sacred ripped and clawed his way to victory, but he finally emerged victorious escaping the dreaded steel cage." Referee's and EMT's are soon on the scene as Sacred crawls away from the fight, barely able to stand. King, on the other hand, only now begins to move as countless officials check on him, but Kelly pushes them all aside to check on King personally. The Icon looks at her, then at Sacred who tries to pull himself to his feet, until Funyon confirms his worst fears. "The winner of this match and advancing to the Cold Front Classic Preliminary Final... SSSSAAAACCCCCRRRREEEEEDDDDDD!" "Folks, these two Citizens gave it their all tonight, all for the World Heavyweight Title, but in the end, only one man can advance, and that man is the evil Andrew Blackwell!" "Oh, don't start!" Riley pleads. "He did what he had to do to win, anybody would. In the end, using Edwin's strategy proved to be the decisive factor, and Sacred's experience ultimately got him through, as it has all throughout this tournament." King struggles to his feet without any aid, coughing up a lung, but otherwise in one piece. He slams his fist onthe mat as Sacred walks up the ramp, wiping the blood form his eyes... finding Toxxic, once again, waiting for him at the top of the ramp. This time, instead of a cold glare between the two, they simply smile, all eyes focusing on the world title. "They know they might have to end up facing each other, but you know what? I think they'll relish the competition." "Citizens, this is just the tip of the iceberg! Coming up we have our Main Event in our second Secret Santa match, pitting Landon Maddix against another Revolution Zero follower in Spike Jenkins with the ICTV title also on the line, so stay tuned!" The scene fades out as Toxxic heads behind the curtain with Sacred following trailing close behind... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Ace309 0 Report post Posted December 2, 2004 "Oh what a night it has been tonight on Lockdown!" bellows Cyclone Comet as we return from a commercial interlude. "Of course, I am contractually obliged to say that...but nonetheless, what a night Robert!" "You suck at hype old man. And, I'm not contractually obliged to say that...I say it because it needs to be said! The people KNOW what the show has been like. They have watched it after all. And I'm sure they can draw better conclusions about the quality of this show than someone on the payroll could. Now hush." "Robert, may I ask who urinated in your Cheerios this morning?" "Nobody. Although, you never know with SWF catering." "All self-parody aside, it is now time for our main event. And like our last match was, this shall be a Secret Santa match. Of course, this Secret Santa doesn't involve some eight year old girls buying each other Christmas presents in secret...oh no. This shall be slightly less bitchy, but a LOT more brutal! Of course, this is the second Cold Front Classic semi-final but also, the ICTV Championship will be on the line. More on that later, but now...Funyon, take it away..." "Ladies and gentlemen..." Funyon begins, drawing the crowd's attention with a momentary pause. "...the following contest is your second semi final in the Cold Front Classic tournament. It is also for the SWF Intercontinental Television Championship!" "YEEAAAHHH!" "And this match's Secret Santa stipulation is..." Funyon pauses to look at the card in his hand, as a few fans screaming out some match names they'd obviously like to see, including one fan who screams out 'Stash The Ash' and gets a hearty laugh from those around him. "...a... ...LADDER MATCH!" "YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" "Wow!" gasps Comet. "Who does that favour!?!" The crashing guitars of Lamb of God’s “Black Label” suddenly break the excited murmuring of the crowd and boos begin to rain down, while the intro picks up pace... “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” "BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" The high-pitched scream heralds the arrival of the challenger, the SWF Cruiserweight Champion himself, Spike Jenkins. With his face covered by the hood of his entrance garb, Spike stops on the centre of the stage and drops to a knee. Out behind him follows Jet, as Spike's arms lock into the straight edge "X"...and boos hit him from the beer drinking Detroitions (!?!) "Introducing first, the challenger tonight and the number FIVE seed. Accompanied to the ring by Jet. He hails from Hollywood California, weighs two hundred and twenty five pounds...and he is the reigning SWF Crusierweight Champion! Representing Revolution Zero... "HOLLYWOOD"... SPIIIIIKEEE JENKIIINNNSSS!!!" Spike rolls into and across the ring, reaching the centre and re-assuming his knelt position for a moment. Jet watches on from the outside meanwhile, as Spike stands up and pulls down his hood before again flashing the "X" to the crowd. All around, boos shower the Cruiser Champ. But he could care less...busy thinking over the ladder match he is about to compete in. "Spike is of course the ICTV Title's number one contender..." "...and has been for the past 7 months." "Robert..." "...give or take a few weeks." Spike passes his title to Jet and starts to go through a few stretches, while the crowd's attention has drifted away from Spike and to his soon to arrive opponent. "PREPARE...FOR...LANDON!" ...WAAAAAHHHHH... *DUM DUM* "YEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!" Landon Maddix bursts through the curtains to an enormous pop from the crowd...as the last 'fan favourite' in the tournament, he's obviously the man everyone is routing for. Megan Skye, the SWF Women's Champion (hey, remember that belt?), follows out behind and pats Maddix on the back. Removing his belt, Maddix can be seen remarking "Ladder Match...what the fudge?" as he and Megan stroll down the aisle. "And his opponent. Accompanied to the ring by the SWF Women's Champion Megan Skye! From Huron, South Dakota and weighing two hundred eighteen pounds...the number ONE seed and the current, reigning and defending SWF Intercontinental Television Champion! LANDON "LA CUCARACHA"... MAAAAADDIIIIXXX!!!" Maddix reaches the ring, pointing Megan around the ring before jumping to the apron. More cheers greet him, as he stops to react to them...Spike watches on unimpressed, as Maddix leaps over the top and into the ring. Referee Hardcastle is waiting and takes the ICTV Championship belt from Maddix, ready to attach it to the wire hanging from the ceiling. "MAD - DIX! MAD - DIX! MAD - DIX!" Already the pro-Maddix chants go up as Hardcastle attaches the belt and gives the signal to send up the wire. A little while later, once both men are happy with the height and everyone is happy... *DING DING DING* ...we are underway! "Uhm...aren't we missing something?" mutters Riley. "Like...a ladder maybe?" "I assume getting the ladder will be left to the contestants' own devices." Both Spike and Landon remain stationary in the centre of the ring, with both glancing up at the belt that hovers over them. Neither man looks all that pleased at their Secret Santa...but then again, who ever is pleased with them? "MAD - DIX! MAD - DIX! MAD - DIX!" The crowd start up the chants again as Spike looks down from the belt to Landon, making a belt motion with his hands around his waist before pointing up at the gold. Maddix laughs it off. But Spike doesn't take kindly to that... *SMACK!* "OOOOHHHHHH!" ...and slaps the taste out of Maddix's mouth! With the champion reeling and clutching his jaw, Spike starts to put the badmouth on to further compound his misery, before moving in...and tasting a forearm to the jaw. And another. A third, fourth, fifth. Spike is already on spaghetti legs from the sudden offence as Maddix turns and rushes the ropes. Coming back, Maddix swings with a clothesline, which is ducked by Spike. Maddix runs on and hits the opposite ropes as Spike awaits him, looking for a clothesline of his own. Ducking that, Maddix locks on a waistlock but quickly takes a couple of back elbows to break it. Spike is free, running to the ropes himself. Drop down by Maddix and Spike hurdles him, stopping abruptly to the side of Maddix and dropping an elbow... ...which misses. Cursing, Spike holds his arm as he pulls himself up, Maddix waiting with a couple more stiff forearm strikes across the jaw that drop Spike to one knee. With a momentary pause, Maddix looks back up at the belt. At which point Jenkins dives forward at Maddix with a soccer tackle, hacking his standing leg away and causing him to fall awkwardly to the canvas. Straight on landing, Maddix clutches at his knee...as meanwhile, it's now Spike who looks to the belt. "Fast paced opening from these two Cruiserweight wrestlers. As if you'd expect any different." chuckles Comet. "Yeah, but that soccer tackle landed high on Maddix and may have screwed up his knee, again. You know that Fury did a good job on that leg in the last round." "Very true." With his opponent still down and still tending to his knee with a grimace on his face, Spike decides that there's no time like the present and quickly rolls out of the ring. Jet is quickly over to offer assitance and together the twosome throw up the ring apron to search for a ladder, presumably. Megan looks nervous across the other side of the ring, as eventually Spike and Jet do find a ladder. Together they heave the ladder up onto the apron and slide it into the ring. Just as Maddix is getting up and lining up Spike. Bad leg and all, Maddix waits until Spike begins to slide into the ring before running over as best possible and dropkicking him back out to the floor. Maddix then turns, picking up the ladder and sliding it to the centre of the ring. On the outside, Spike is quickly back up and Maddix spots him, forgetting about the ladder and instead diving over the top rope... "ARRRRGGH~!" ...but missing a plancha and, in the process, landing awkwardly on his knee again. Spike stops for a moment, looking at Maddix before back at the title...and the choice is obvious. Diving into the ring, Jenkins wastes little time in pulling up the ladder and setting it up in the centre of the ring under the title belt. Spike then begins to climb, as Maddix is dragging himself back in. "Here goes Spike." says Riley, nervous optimism in his voice. Maddix is back in and limping over, so Spike jumps from the ladder to meet him and clotheslines Maddix down. Rolling away, Maddix slowly begins to pull himself up using the ropes, but Spike sees him before he can get back to a vertical base, and hits a stiff forearm to the ribs of the champion. With Landon doubled over, Spike drapes him throat first across the top rope, and starts to choke him with rare intensity. Despite there being no disqualifications, Spike releases after a few seconds, as Landon's head stays hanging across the top rope. Quickly grabbing the top rope, Spike jerks it towards him, causing it to send Landon crashing backwards into the center of the ring... ...and back-of-the-head first into the side of the ladder. "OOOOOOOHHH!" Maddix's head cracks off the steel and he collapses forward, while the ladder topples the other way and hits the ropes, bouncing back. But Spike grabs the ladder before it falls back onto Maddix, quickly folding it back up and turning it so it lays propped up on the ropes. Thrusting himself forward, Maddix desperately grabs Spike's ankle and looks for a takedown. Spike kicks his foot free quickly though, before slamming the flat of his boot across Maddix's head. "Look at this...we're minutes into the match and already, Maddix is desperate." sneers Riley. "Well, with one leg, you do tend to become desperate in that ring." The ladder remains propped as Spike now allows Maddix up. Crouched on one knee, Landon stops and looks to be adjusting his kneepad...an act which Spike has no time for as he drags Maddix up to his feet. But Maddix suddenly pushes Spike off, causing him to bounce to the side off the ladder and into the ropes. Taking this as a signal, Spike continues his momentum and hits the opposite ropes. Maddix is turning to meet him as Spike thrusts out a boot... ...but Maddix ducks a Yakuza Kick, with Spike only just stopping himself from running on into the ladder. As he regains his bearings, Jenkins turns around and charges again. But this time, Maddix is waiting and catches Spike coming in... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOO!" ...with a knifedge chop. "God I hate those." groans Riley. Down to one knee drops Spike with a hand clutched to his chest, while Landon grabs a handful of hair. Spike grabs Landon around the waist though, lifting him up for a back suplex...only to suddenly stop with Maddix lifted halfway, hooking his foot up to his ass before dropping him down with a shinbreaker. With his leg in bad shape again, Maddix limps off without getting very far before Spike grabs a hold of the shorts and pulls him back. On the way back, Maddix swings out with a back elbow. But Spike ducks, kicking out Maddix's legs from underneath him and quickly hooking them under his armpits. With a quick turn, Spike's back is now turned on the ladder as he falls back, slingshotting Maddix towards the ladder... *CRACK!* "OOOOOHHHHHHH!!!" "Oh my!" gasps Comet. "Maddix into the ladder and what a sickening landing that was." The rope bounce back the ladder and in turn Maddix, who having hit the ladder hard with pretty much all of the front of his body slumps off the ladder and to the mat. Spike quickly drops an elbow on him for good measure before grabbing the ladder. "MAD - DIX! MAD - DIX! MAD - DIX!" Sensing the champion is in trouble, the fans start to chant once more. Ignoring the crowd, Spike lifts the ladder over Maddix's fallen body and drops it into the centre of the ring. He then sets about pulling Maddix from the canvas which doesn't prove to be much of a problem. Landon is too hurt to attack at the moment, allowing Spike to hook him under the arm and into exploder position. As he's hooked, Maddix locks hands and fires off a back elbow, just as Spike lifts him up... *CRACK!* "OOOOOHHHHHHH!!!" ...and DROPS him straight south onto the ladder!!! "And that's a Highlighter on the ladder!" Comet exclaims. "Spike Jenkins wasting little time in utilising this ladder to it's fullest, most effective capabilities!" "This is looking good for Spike." Back arched from the pain, Landon rolls off of the ladder with a little 'prompting' from Spike and looks in real discomfort already with a bum knee and now bad back. Spike meanwhile takes the opportunity to haul up the ladder, glancing up at the belt. But then, he decides that Landon isn't quite hurt enough to allow a free climb to the belt, so instead takes the ladder and props it in one corner of the ring. In the opposite corner, Maddix is using the ropes and buckles to pull himself back to his feet. Seeing an opportunity, Spike motions to the crowd and gets some boos in the process as he suddenly breaks into a run and handsprings towards Maddix. The ICTV Champ sees the move coming but can't get out of the way in time, as Spike's feet meet him in the face with the Tidal Wave! Still the crowd are booing as Spike turns and mugs for the crowd, as if to say 'You're booing someone who can do THAT!?!', before shrugging and whipping Maddix across the ring. *CRACK!* Landon hits the ladder back-first and in his weakened state slumps back into the ladder. Across the ring meanwhile, Spike backs into the corner with the smug grin still plastered on his face. Still boos fill the air as Spike charges forward once more, handsprings...and double-kicks the ladder as Maddix dives out of the way! "YEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHH!" "And now Citizen Jenkins' climbing may be impaired!" "He'll be fine. That straight edge conditioning strengthens, tightens and stiffens every muscle in your body." "Every muscle?" "...so I'm told, yes." Spike falls from the air and to the mat hard but pulls himself quickly up regardless, stumbling slightly and noticeably limping. Maddix meets him with a forearm, before pushing Spike backwards so he slumps against the ladder. The Cruiserweight Champion quickly pulls himself away but gets nailed with another forearm, causing him to fall back against the ladder again. Taking no chances, Maddix lands a series more forearms that drive the back of Jenkins' head against the ladder, groggying him. Maddix walks across the ring, lining up Spike. The challenger is still dazed, allowing Maddix to run in as best his leg will allow, leaping at Spike and slamming him with a diving forearm, crushing his head between bone and metal! "C'MON SPIKE!" yells Maddix, beckoning him on as he stumbles away from the ladder in a daze. As he does so, Spike tries to swing out with a right hand, but Maddix ducks and turns his back to the ladder in an instant. Turning again, Spike goes for another right hand but gets caught under the arm... ...but Maddix can't get the Exploder off with his bad leg. Maddix tries again but again his knee is too tender. Especially when Spike kicks him in the kneecap. "See...with a bad knee, Maddix is screwed." Riley says proudly. "If he can't suplex Spike Jenkins, how is he going to climb a ladder?" Another kick to the kneecap breaks Maddix's grip...and a third drops him to one knee. Glancing up at the belt hanging above the ring and the ladder propped to the side of him, Spike wearily shakes off title aspirations for now and lines up Maddix... *SMACK!* ...for a stiff kick to the chest... *SMACK!* ...and a second. Backing off, Spike lines up the KO kick to the head, but Maddix ducks it. His momentum swings him around, back into a shot to the gut from Maddix and a shot across the back of both of Spike's knees. Spike wobbles but stays up as Maddix pulls himself up and again goes to the knees. Down drops Jenkins to his knees, as now Maddix lines up Spike. *smack!* A forearm strike sends Spike's head for a spin... "Oh, he's not doing this." sighs Riley. *smack!* ...and a second rocks his equilibrium even more. "He can't be doing this, can he?" Backing up, Maddix pauses for a moment...and adopts the crane pose, to the amusement of the Detroit crowd, before dropkicking Spike directly in the jaw. Spike's head snaps back and he slumps to the canvas, leaving Maddix to use the ladder to pull himself up. Quickly, Maddix then carries the ladder into the centre of the ring and takes a few moments to set the ladder underneath his belt. "And now, it seems Landon Maddix feels Spike is suitably incapacitated to attempt a run at the belt now!" With the ladder set-up, Maddix tries to shake off some of the tightness in his right knee before beginning the climb. Spike is dazed from the dropkick but has spotted Maddix, so tries to regain his bearings as Maddix is dragging himself up the rungs of the ladder gingerly. Spike watches on dizzily and tries to crawl forward, as Maddix is making quick progress. The crowd is abuzz, as Maddix is past halfway... ...reaching up, Landon can't quite reach the belt, so he goes to take another step... ...only for Spike to shove the bottom of the ladder... ...causing it, and Maddix, to crash down to the mat...prompting big jeers from the Detroit crowd. "Oh, Landon may have landed on his bad leg again." Comet points out. "Well in a match like this, you have to expect injuries to occur at every turn." Down from the fall, Maddix indeed clutches at his knee, while Spike breathes a sigh of relief...and another...and plenty more as he fights to restore some energy. Jet is literally screaming Spike on now as he uses the ladder as assitance to stand back up, shaking off he cobwebs. Quickly he then grabs Maddix by the leg and slides out of the ring with it still held. Hanging the leg over the ring apron, Spike pauses for a moment to soak up the hatred of the crowd, before lifting and slamming the leg down on the edge of the apron! Maddix snaps up to a seated position in shock, as Spike reaches through the ropes and pops him with a right hand. "SPIKE SUCKS! SPIKE SUCKS! SPIKE SUCKS!" The crowd are right on the Rev0 member's case as he slides back into the ring, hauling up the ladder and walking towards the ropes. Maddix's leg still hangs over the edge of the ring as Spike lines him up, hovering the ladder over the ropes... *CRACK!* "AAAAARRRGGGHHH!" "OOOOOHHHHHHH!!!" ...AND DROPS IT ONTO MADDIX'S KNEE!!! "Sweet Lord, what a callous move there by Spike Jenkins..." "Callous? You're certainly becoming more critical in your old age Comet. That wasn't callous, that was a brilliant move...and perfectly legal." "Ethical?" "Ethics are for suckers." As the ladder clatters to the floor, Maddix is left howling in pain and clutching his knee in agony...Megan having to rush over to check on him. Meanwhile, Spike has rolled from the ring in his cloudy state and routes under the ring looking for something... ...another ladder! Spike heaves the ladder up and into the ring, just as Jet does the same with the original ladder across the ring. Now, two ladders lay in the ring. Spike rolls in to find the two climbing opportunities and pauses, waiting for a moment to check that he's not seeing double, before picking up one of the ladders and setting it up. But for some reason, Spike stops. Maddix is back-crawling desperately into the centre of the ring, with Jenkins watching him with a glare in his eyes, deciding to pick up the second ladder. Reaching the upright ladder Landon plants his hands on the rungs and starts to pull himself up. But Spike walks over and stands over Maddix, lifting up the ladder and bringing it down! *CRACK!* Hitting Landon between the shoulder-blades with the ladder, Spike waits for Maddix to crumple to the canvas in a heap, before deciding to set up the second ladder beside the first. And with the coast seemingly clear, Spike now begins his climb. Going up the one ladder, Spike goes rung by rung with his eyes on the prize, not bothering to look down to check on Maddix's position. If he cared to look down, he'd notice that Maddix is not only up to his knees but in possession of a steel chair, slid into him by Megan Skye! "Hey!" "Now now Robert, it's perfectly legal." As Spike gets to the halfway point of the ladder, Maddix wills himself to his feet and wields the chair as best possible with a bullseye locked on Spike's kidneys, like someone with only one of his own. Using the ladder as more assistance, Maddix lines up Spike and swings with the chair... *CRACK!* ...catching Spike in the lower back with the chair! That stops Spike in his tracks, mid-ladder. Seeing that Spike is still closer to the title than he is, Maddix snarls through gritted teeth, letting out a cry of intensity... *CRACK!* ...and landing another chair-shot. Spike still clings onto the ladder however, so Maddix takes the chair and props it between the two ladders before beginning to scale the second one. His bad leg slows down the climb but Maddix is persistant and pretty soon beside Spike, quickly reaching over and hitting a stiff forearm. Spike wobbles but again clings onto the rungs he's holding for dear life. So Maddix reaches down for the chair...but takes a forearm from Spike! "This is dangerous territory!" gasps Comet. "And this is coming from someone who has scaled multi-storey buildings and skyscrapers in the pursuit for JUSTICE~!" Both men are now reeling as Maddix hits another forearm, stiffer than the last, shaking up his equilibrium again. Spike's eyes look a little glazed now, but there's still thought going through his brain as he thrusts out a leg and catches Maddix across the knee! Another howl from Maddix pierces through Spike's ears and brings a groggy smile to his face, as he reaches over to grab Maddix. But he reaches right back, jabbing Spike in the eyes! "YEEEEEAAAAHHH!" With his vision dis-orientated, Spike grabs the top of the ladder as a save haven. But as he does, Maddix places his weaker leg onto Spike's ladder and locks on a reverse front facelock. "Oh no..." "Who's stupid idea was this match!?!" snaps Riley, a little prematurely. Maddix stops for a moment and makes the cardinal mistake of looking down. But there's no turning back now and he knows it, so whips his arm around all the same for a bockbustering Landon Eye. With the height though, his movement is pretty laboured, allowing Spike to escape from the loose inverted front facelock, catching the arm coming... ...AND TAKING MADDIX OFF THE LADDER WITH AN STO!!! "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" "ESS TEE OOOOOHHH...MY...GOD!" wails Comet "HO - LEE SHIT! HO - LEE SHIT! HO - LEE SHIT!" Both men hit the canvas with tremendous velocity and bounce back off the canvas, Maddix taking the brunt of the fall obviously...but Spike doesn't come off good either. Maddix slumps back in a daze to the canvas, laid sprawled out to the side of Spike, who is groaning and moaning to the side of him. "Well, up goes the punishment count." deadpans Riley, clearly less concerned now Spike isn't in danger. "Will these men be in any condition for the final considering the way this match is heading?" Jet tries to conseal a smile as she pounds the canvas, trying to encourage Spike on. He is up to his knees but apparantly favouring his knees again from the way he landed. However, the title is in his line of vision now and the gleaming belt washes away his pain, momentarily. Pulling himself up on the ladder, Spike also has the effects of the numerous forearms bothering him. But all the same, he plants his foot on rung one... ...and stops, seeing the chair placed between the ladders. And with a smile, Spike grabs it. Maddix is still out as Spike turns around with the chair and looks down at him. With a handful of hair, Spike pulls and pulls until Maddix slumps into a seated position, slowly coming to his senses as he does. "Now, why isn't Citizen Jenkins going for the belt?" "Revolution Zero are like elephants. Very strong, very intimidating and have very good memories. Spike still feels that chair-shot and he doesn't like it." "But, he can't win with a chairshot." "He can gain some sweet revenge though." As Maddix begins to stir, Spike passes him the chair while he's still not thinking clearly and backs up, smiling to Jet who looks rather confused. Maddix pulls himself up and holds the chair, not knowing why he has it...not really knowing he's holding it probably. Spike meanwhile waits for the right moment, waiting for Maddix to get up before spinning himself around, with a roaring... *CRACK!* ...Chairshot! "YEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!" A chairshot catches Spike before the elbow can catch Maddix, leaving the challenger out cold and looking rather foolish. Maddix is meanwhile on one knee, unable to put too much weight on his leg. Pulling himself back up, Maddix squints up at the lights and of course the belt, turning and beginning to climb the left-most ladder. Bad leg and all, Maddix begins to make his way up the ladder slowly. Megan squeals at Maddix to speed up, almost pleading him to hury himself up...as Spike is up to his knees. Of course, he has no idea where he is. But he is on his knees. Maddix continues to climb, step by painful step... ...he passes halfway, as Spike is now gazing around absently-mindedly. "This must be agonising for Megan and Jet...like watching one of those animal programs where the zebra is being chased by the lion and you're willing the zebra to get away..." "...or in Jet's case, willing for some bloodshed." "Exactly." Maddix has one arm reaching up in a desperate attempt to reach the gold from the position he's in. Beneath him, Spike has reached his feet and is directly under Maddix now, reaching up and grabbing him by the ankle. Wearily Maddix kicks away and frees his leg, stepping quickly up a rung... ...but Spike steps up a rung too, to grab the ankle again. Again Maddix kicks away and this time Spike falls from the ladder. But he lands on his feet and has the presence of mind to grab the steel chair at his feet, quickly looking up and thrusting upwards with the chair... "URRGHH!" "OOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!" ...catching Maddix between the ass cheeks with the top of the chair! "Well, that's one way of clearing your constipation." groans Riley. Maddix stops with a groan, as Spike quickly unlocks the arms of the right ladder and folds it up. Still Maddix is holding his gut as Spike takes the ladder and aims... *CRACK!* ...hitting Maddix in the back, causing him to fly off the ladder... ...and drop throat first across the top rope!! "And Spike halts Maddix's momentum in a BIG way!" Spike remains holding the ladder and still looks a little out of it as he drops the ladder flat on the canvas with a thud. Across the ring Maddix is writhing in pain from numerous body parts, Megan watching on with about half of her nails chewed down to the bone. Spike staggers over to Maddix and grabs two handfuls of hair to pull him up from the canvas, dragging him up to a vertical base before slamming him in the throat with an uppercut! As he grabs his throat, Maddix is wide open for a boot to the gut before getting whipped across to the ropes. Rebounding, Landon manages to duck a lariat attempt however. Spike stumbles forward and pulls himself up, turning to take another forearm strike! And a second! A third and Spike's eyes are rolling again. Spike goes for the knee again... ...but Maddix catches a boot, pulling Spike forward and into a quick Exploder! Spike lands hard on the back of his head and bounces away, while Maddix has found some adrenaline from somewhere it seems. "You just cannot keep La Cucaracha down!" says Comet in awe. "Give it time..." Spike drags himself off the canvas, but Maddix is waiting, planting his hands on Spike's head and lifting himself up for a Hurri-Lanran...BLOCKED! Spike allows Landon to hang himself upside down and somehow has the strength to keep him there to block the hold. With the Ratings Clash on his mind Spike tries to step over the arms with Maddix keeping them moving to prevent him from doing so. "If Spike hits this, you consider the cokcroach well and truly crushed!" Visably Spike is getting frustrated as Maddix continues to fight his arms free. But he knows he can't get his arms out of the way forever, so Maddix thinks quick and grabs the ladder that lays beneath him. Spike tries to step over the arms again. But he can't without treading into the ladder, so tries to pull the arms free... ...but THAT doesn't work, as Maddix is clinging onto the ladder rungs. So Spike gives up and tries to lift Maddix back up into powerbomb position... ...but the combined weight of Maddix and ladder prove too much, so THAT doesn't work! Cursing, Spike finally gives up and pushes Maddix off. He lands on his feet, but the angry Spike suddenly kicks out and slams the flat of his boot over the top of Landon's head to daze him. "What persistance there from Maddix to prevent the Ratings Crash." "Any truth to the rumour that he named that in honour of his run with the SJL World Title?" "I'd imagine not Robert." Dazed Maddix is as he pulls himself up, having let go of the ladder now. Spike smashes him with a forearm across the jaw to further daze him, before pulling Maddix forward. He steps over the ladder and looks to grab Spike, but Jenkins ducks underneath and picks Maddix off the mat... *CRAAACK!* ...before snapping him down with an ALMIGHTY spinebuster, on the ladder!!! "OOOOOHHHHHHH!!!" Maddix lays splayed across the ladder as Spike wastes no time in bending back down, hooking up Maddix's legs and summoning up the strength to dead-lift him from the ladder, into the air...and into Ratings Crash position again! "He's going for it again!" Comet observes astutely. This time Maddix is in no position and no condition to counter, allowing Spike to step over the arms and drop... *CRAAACK!* ...with the Ratings Crash ON THE LADDER!!! "OOOOOHHHHHHH!!!" "IT'S OVER!" screams Riley, delighted. "No WAY can he get up from that one!!" With Maddix curled up in a fetal position, it seems Spike has free reign to begin his climb...the ICTV Title feet above him and almost crying out to be grabbed. Spike knows that he's close to glory and, despite falling to one knee from dizziness, Spike grabs the ladder and pulls himself back up. Jet is wailing again, pounding the canvas to encourage Spike on...while Megan is also slamming her hands down on the apron to will Maddix up, creating quite the atmosphere. "MAD - DIX! MAD - DIX! MAD - DIX!" The crowd are gettin' goin' now, with Spike climbing up the ladder at a pretty quick pace. Not quick enough maybe, as Maddix is recovering and looking up at Spike and his climb in quite a bit of despair...as he knows his leg is screwed up, knows his ribs are hurting. But he also knows he HAS to save his title... ...as Spike has passed halfway! Jet's expression is slightly more relaxed now as Spike nears the belt, inch by inch as he climbs. The damage of the match is taking it's toll and Spike has to stop to shake away some cobwebs before continuing on. Spike can now see the belt just above him and with one last deep breath, Spike reaches up... ...and is a fingertip's length away from the belt! Spike sighs again as he steps up a rung, before reaching... ...but suddenly, the ladder is taken out from underneath him by the diving Maddix... *WHAAAM!* "OOOOOOOOOOF!" ...and Spike falls to the mat! So does the ladder though, toppling down ON TOP OF MADDIX!!! "OOOOOHHHHHHH!!!" "OH! What a terrible break for the champion!" groans Comet With both men down, the crowd sit back down with murmering now going through the crowd, some applause starting up for the two men's efforts thus far in the match. Spike seems to have landed hard on his side while Maddix is trying to lift the ladder off of his body. "MAD - DIX! MAD - DIX! MAD - DIX!" "We are at a stalemate." Comet runs down. "The ICTV Title hangs in the balance, as does a spot in the Cold Front Classic final! Both men's valet seem worried Robert." "Well, obviously. If they weren't worried then they wouldn't be very good valets, would they?" "Hmm...I suppose." "Come on. Managers manage. Valets stand around, look pretty and look worried sometimes." "Anti-female statements?" "Well, until they book another Women's Title match, I have to pick my spots." Finally, the two are stirring. Maddix has removed the ladder from atop him and is setting it up underneath the belt. Apparantly, oblivious to Spike doing the same with the other ladder right next to him. And with both ladders set, both men begin to climb. "Here we go!" says Riley in a rare moment of impartial excitement. "A race for the gold." The Detroit crowd are buzzing once more as the race is on, with Maddix and Spike seemingly climbing the rungs in unison. About a quarter of the way up, Spike finally reaches over and clubs Maddix in the ribs before climbing a little quicker... ...not quickly enough though, as Maddix manages to club him back before climbing level with him. Both men are looking weary, both looking hurt. Maddix seems to have the better stamina at this point, but Spike has the better legs and they're cancelling each other out at the moment... ...until Spike reaches over and catching Maddix around the back of the head! But whatever plans he had are stopped by an elbow to the gut and a forearm strike by Landon. "This could prove catastrophic here for these two men in this position. One slip-up. One stumble." "One spine-crippling move..." Landon reaches over and forearms Spike again and it seems Spike is dazed, as Maddix climbs at pace now, just inches away from the belt. A hold of the shorts from Spike stops him from getting too far, but Maddix obviously believes he's close enough as he reaches up... ...AND TOUCHES THE BELT... ...but Spike nails him in the ribs before pulling him down a couple of rungs. "C'Mon Spike..." Now Maddix is stunned momentarily as Spike clambers up two rungs and looks to reach up. He too looks within touching distance on the belt... ...but Maddix slams a punch into the side to halt him. "C'Mon Spike!" Both men are now stationary, but only for a moment before Spike swings back with a back elbow that hits Maddix square in the nose. Holding his face in pain, Maddix is open for a second elbow. But he ducks a third and as Spike almost topples backwards, Maddix ducks in and finds himself ready to back suplex Spike! "Oh no...no!" "This doesn't look good Robert!" Jet holds her hands over his eyes, peeking through only to confirm Spike's fate as Maddix lifts... ...BUT SPIKE GRABS THE BELT... ...ONLY FOR A SECOND, as Maddix hurriedly pulls him back down... ...AND CROTCHES HIM ACROSS THE TOP OF THE LADDER!!!!! "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" "Sweet Methusela!!!" "My god, I have NEVER seen that before." howls Riley. "And I wish that was still true!" Spike's face deforms into that of a fish...eyes popping out of his head, mouth ready to be hooked...as he hangs precariously on top of the ladder. Suddenly, Maddix reaches forward and plants a hand into Spike's back, pushing him off the top of the ladder... ...causing Spike to wipe out the second ladder... ...AND SPIKE PLUS LADDER HIT THE MAT!!! "YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" The crowd ERUPT as suddenly Maddix is alone on the ladder, no-one to stop him! Megan encourages him on while Maddix looks down, sees Spike not moving... ...reaches up... "NO...Jet, get in THERE!" ...GRABS THE BELT... "NOOOOOO..." ...AND PULLS IT DOWN!!! "YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" *DING DING DING!* The crowd are going NUTS now as Maddix slumps over the top of the ladder with the belt pressed against his face like an old friend...very close friend, obviously...the adrenaline rush gone and the pain ready to set in. Quickly Megan and Jet enter the ring with Megan helping to get Maddix safely down to flat ground, while Jet is attending to Spike who hit very hard on landing. "Your winner of the match...STILL SWF Intercontinental Television Champion...and finalist in the Cold Front Classic! LANDON "LA CUCARACHA" MAAAADDIIIIXXXXX!!!" Maddix is helped down by Megan, who holds Maddix's belt holding arm in the air for him while hugging him tightly with the other arm to keep him from collapsing. Across the ring, Spike is being attended to by Jet. A very angry looking Jet. Maddix meanwhile gingerly exits the ring with Megan by his side. "So, Landon Maddix, STILL ICTV Champion. And now, he goes on to the finals Robert." "I can't say as I'm impressed. But, I guess in the end Maddix was the luckier of the two. And the better cheater." "Impartial as ever Robert. Kudos. So...that means in the Cold Front Classic Final, Toxxic can watch on and look forward to facing either Landon Maddix or..." FADE OUT Copyright SWF 2004 "So, I was sittin' there, Smark ravin' naked..." Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
