Golgo 13 0 Report post Posted May 10, 2005 "Fans, welcome back to the Estadio Nacional in Santiago, Chile, where you're just in time for our main event!" announces Longdogger Pete. "Tonight SWF International Champion Jay Hawke will be teaming with JJ Johnson and Scott Pretzler of Revolution Zero, and they'll be taking on Ejiro Fasaki, Manson and Arch Griffon, all three of whom have been on quite a roll." "Well, Fasaki is among those in line for a shot at Toxxic, but he's going to have to get through the rest of Revolution Zero first," Suicide King says. "And with the SWF International Champion Jay Hawke by their side, his team has no chance." "Granted, Manson lost to Hawke at Battleground, even if it was due to a shot from a steel pipe, but otherwise he and Arch Griffon have been on fire, defeating such established teams such as Landon Maddix and Todd Cortez, and just a few weeks ago, Johnson and Pretzler. I wouldn't count them and Fasaki out. Now let's go to Funyon!" Cutting to the ring, Funyon stands waiting, with Senior Referee Matthew Kivell in the background. "Ladies and Gentlemen," he announces, "the following is a Six-Man Tag Team Match, and it is scheduled for one fall! First, making his way down to the ring…" We pan over to the stage and SmarkTron, as the lights dim and "Learning to Fly" by Pink Floyd hits! Out strolls Jay Hawke, dressed in a blinding purple and black robe with spotlights shining down upon him. He's met by the immense boos of the crowd filling the stadium tonight, but it doesn't shake him as he opens up his robe and reveals the SWF International Title around his waist and starts down the aisle. "Hailing from The Hall of Fame City of Cleveland, Ohio, and weighing in at two-hundred and fifteen pounds, he is the SWF International Champion… "The DEAN of Professional Wrestling" JAAAAYY HAAAAAWWKE!" Just as quickly as his entrance began it ends, as every light in the arena ramps up to full power and the SmarkTron whites out. For a moment all that can be heard is the faint scratch of a needle on vinyl of a needle on vinyl, when suddenly… "WEL-WEL-W-W-WELCOME TO THE REVOLUTION!" A deep voice booms out over the arena as the brutal guitars of Otep's "Battle Ready" kicks up over the PA system. After a few seconds the drums come in, and that's when… *BOOOOMM!!* Jolts of lightning shoot down from the heavens and strike the stage, with blasts of red pyro firing up in response! For a moment all that can be seen is the smoke left over from the explosion, but then "The Critic" Scott Pretzler and JJ Johnson stride out, the latter in a Canadian themed robe of his own, and they glare at the crowd who respond with a less than friendly reception, with Jet following just behind them. They start down the aisle after Hawke, Johnson's arms extended in a crucifix as he walks down, as Pretzler strides down with his hands on his hips. "And now his tag team partners, weighing in at a combined weight of four-hundred and forty five pounds, J… J… JJOOOHNNSOONNN and "The Critic" SCOTT PRETZLERRRR! RRREVOLUTION ZERO!" Up on the apron, Jay Hawke disrobes, handing it to a ring attendant and warning him to keep it in good condition, before entering the ring and scaling the lower left turnbuckle. Meanwhile, Pretzler and Johnson proudly head up the ring steps and enter as well, either man taking the upper left and lower right corners, with Jet strolling about on the outside. Johnson flicks off the hood to his robe, and all three men raise their arms in the air to a massive amount of boos from the fans. They descend and Johnson now strips off his robe, handing to the same attendant as before, and all three meet in their corner. Hawke hands off his championship as Kivell comes and checks them out for foreign objects, when the lights dim once more, red strobes pulsing as… *POPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOPOPPOPPOP!!* A series of machine gun-like pyrotechnics fire off, as Ejiro enters the arena to the cheers of the crowd, wearing a wearing a sleeveless yellow robe with a black E and red F emblazoned on the back. Melissa follows just in tow, along with Manson after, throwing up metal horns as he heads out, and finally the hulking Arch Griffon behind them all as they head down the ramp. "And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of seven-hundred and sixty five pounds, the team of EJIIIRO FAAAAASAKI, ARCH GRRIIIFFOOONNN and MMAAAANNNSOONN!" The group approaches the ring and Manson rolls inside, along with Arch Griffon, while Melissa heads up the ring steps and waits on the apron. Ejiro follows up the steps and enters through the ropes, climbing up the turnbuckle and raising an arm to another big pop from the fans as Manson and Griffon keep an eye on their opponents. Ejiro climbs down and joins his partners for tonight, as Kivell heads over and checks them for outside objects as well. Finding them to be clean as well, he calls for the bell. ::DINGDINGDING!:: Hawke and Pretzler huddle into their corner, as Fasaki and Manson do the same. Melissa and Jet stay in their respective corners, as well, as Griffon and Johnson remain in the ring. “Johnson and Griffon start this match,” says Longdogger. “If I recall correctly, Johnson was able to tear apart Griffon’s knee last time out. I see him attempting this again,” says King. They circle each other in the ring, feeling each other out. They finally lock up in the middle of the ring. Every muscle tenses in JJ’s body as he attempts to move the albatross around the ring. Without much effort, Griffon drops down, and then drives with his legs. He shoves Johnson across the ring. Johnson falls to the seat of his pants to a big pop from the crowd. “Griffon just embarrassed his opponent with that show of strength,” says Pete. “Johnson is going to have to realize that he must use his speed to his advantage,” adds King. JJ and Griffon circle each other one more. Johnson then charges at Griffon. JJ ducks down and tries to tackle Griffon to the ground. Archie is able to absorb the collision and holds his ground. Johnson continues to try and topple Arch, but Griffon has none of it. He swings down and slams a hard forearm right between JJ’s shoulder blades. Johnson releases the leg and immediately retreats but Griffon goes on the offensive, delivering some right hands to Johnson’s jaw, pushing him back into the ropes. "Griffon taking advantage now, and as skilled as Johnson is on the mat, maybe that wasn't the best idea," speculates LDP. Griffon grabs Johnson by the wrist and flings him across the ring with an Irish whip. JJ bounces off the right hand side ropes and charges back toward the middle of the ring where Griffon waits. Arch swings out an arm, going for a quick clothesline, but Johnson dodges it and comes out behind Arch. Griffon spins back around and tries to get the drop on Johnson with a kick to the stomach, but JJ catches the leg. He holds on for a moment and waves his finger at Arch, who then surprises Johnson by pushing off into the air with his free leg and hitting Johnson with an enziguri to the back of the head! “I don't know what Johnson was thinking there, giving Arch that moment to recover, but what a great counter, King! You just don't expect a three-hundred pound man to do that!” exclaims Pete. “True, I suppose, although it still wasn't that impressive considering Johnson gave him the opening,” retorts King, as Johnson goes for a cover on Johnson and hooks the leg as Kivell moves into position. ONE! TWO!! T-NO!!! Griffon climbs back to his feet, and soon after drags Johnson back up as well. With Johnson up, Arch strikes with a European uppercut. JJ’s head snaps back, and he takes a step back as Griffon fires off another, and Johnson reels back once more. Stumbling toward the upper right corner, Griffon advances on him and shoves him in, and he quickly hits yet another uppercut, nearly knocking Johnson off his feet, but the Revolution Zero member hangs on to the ropes. Feeling he's done enough, Griffon grabs Johnson around the waist and hoists him up onto the top turnbuckle, proceeding to climb up himself. “Griffon is going for broke here. He wants to end this tag match quickly before he can even," says Pete. "And if he hits whatever he's planning, he can do just that." “You forget that Johnson owns that top rope. Arch better watch out here.” Archie now climbs to the second rope and takes a hold of Johnson. Griffon hooks up his foe for your standard superplex, but as Arch lifts Johnson up, nothing happens as Johnson desperately blocks the move. Sensing an opening, Johnson fires back with a few quick punches to Archie’s midsection. Griffon releases his grasp on Johnson and the former Hardcore Champion is in control now, as he grabs Arch by the back of the head and rams him with a vicious head BUTT! But it affects Johnson as much as it did Griffon, and Griffon even hangs on to the ropes, so Johnson hits another, causing Griffon to fall off the turnbuckle, gripping his head and going down to a knee. Johnson is no better off, though, as he also tries to shake off the effects from the head BUTT whilst trying to gain his footing. “Griffon decided to go for it all, but crapped out, and now Johnson is ready to take this match into his hands,” says King. “If Johnson were smart, he'd climb down right now and try and work that knee, and not go for something high risk. Arch tried it, and look where that got him," LDP comments. With Griffon still down on a knee in the center of the ring, Johnson looks down at him, as he props himself on the top rope. With a smirk on his face, Johnson stands and holds his arms out to his side, getting a light boo from the crowd. Arch begins getting to his feet and Johnson jumps, spinning as he does so and looking out toward the crowd, springs off and flips back toward Griffon, now to an "Oooh" From the fans! “Quebrada Moonsault coming up!" shouts Pete, waiting for the conclusion. Griffon gets to his feet, still in a slight daze, but he thankfully spots Johnson coming down toward him, and running out of the way, he gets himself out of danger. And thankfully for Johnson, he pulls out a little extra rotation, landing on his feet! “Johnson misses! Still, that was an impressive display of agility to prevent himself from going splat on the canvas,” says Pete. “When will you learn that everyone Toxxic handpicks the best for Revolution Zero is the best of the best,” says King. "Of course Johnson had a backup in mind." The crowd cheers as Griffon hits the ropes, grabbing on as Johnson charges toward him. Johnson is first to attack, though, slamming a forearm deep into Griffon's back and knocking him back down to a knee. Johnson explodes then, slamming Griffon with rapid, repeated forearms to the back and neck, before finally pulling him up after Kivell puts a stop to the assault. The attack delays Griffon from possibly getting to his corner or attacking once more, and Griffon on his feet, Johnson throws a couple of sharp elbows, striking Arch in the face. He then grabs Griffon by the wrist, attempting to whip him across the ring toward the lower left corner. Griffon takes the whip and chugs toward the corner, hitting the turnbuckle, and Johnson charges in, looking for a leaping elbow smash in the corner. Of course, the best laid plans et cetera, et cetera, as Arch recovers and hits a massive clothesline, taking Johnson out of his boots and knocking him down to the mat! With Johnson in a clear daze, Griffon yanks Johnson up and drags him over to the corner, where... *SLAP!* “And Griffon is no longer the legal man!” yells Pete. “Those bastards! Them and their… blasted… teamwork…” says King, trailing off as Manson heads into the ring. Griffon gives Johnson a knee to the gut for good measure, then hands him off to Manson, as he takes off for the near camera side ropes. Manson grabs Johnson by the wrist and sends him back toward Griffon, who picks up steam and dives at Johnson, knocking him down with a Flying Shoulder Block! Manson takes his cue and ascends up to the middle rope in his team's corner, and as Griffon exits the ring, Manson comes down on Johnson with a leg drop right across the throat! “Archie Griffon cleans, and The Raging Bull sweeps. Their chemistry has improved with each and every match they take on!” screams Pete. “Oh, put a sock in it. I know that was more than the allowed five count! And I should know, dammit!” exclaims King. "Hey, Kivell never called it…" “And someone better break up that pin!” King screams as Manson reaches over and pulls back Johnson's leg, making a cover as Kivell counts. ONE! TWO!! THR-NO!!! "OOOOOOHHH!" The groans of the thousands of fans quickly turns to boos as after The Dean breaks up the pin and starts to stomp away on the near indestructible Manson. Kivell tries to get Jay Hawke out of the ring to no success, but is interrupted by the returning Arch Griffon, who charges forward and throws a forearm that nicks Hawke on the jaw. Kivell then goes after Griffon, trying to remove him from the ring, and with Kivell's back conveniently turned, Scott Pretzler enters the ring to the boos of the fans. He and Hawke begin to stomp away at Manson, and Ejiro itches to get back into the ring. Rule puts one foot in the ring, but then looks back at Melissa, who shakes her head and says "No", causing Ejiro to pull back. "BOOOOOOOO!" The crowd jeers Ejiro for not helping his partner, and he looks at the crowd in despair with sad puppy dog eyes. Manson lays in the center of the ring groaning in pain as Hawke and Pretzler head back to their corner, though not before grabbing Johnson and dragging him to their corner. Hawke and Pretzler quickly take their place back on the apron and grab the tag rope, complete with Pretzler shushing the crowd, just as Griffon reluctantly does the same. Arch simply stares a hole through Fasaki, who hangs his head, trying not to make eye contact with Griffon as he visibly begins trembling. “Did you see that, Pete?! Ejiro Fasaki just left Manson to hang out to dry because of some silly battle he has going on in his head. He wants the fans to cheer him, but he won’t do what they want him to do. His sister may have just lost the match for this team!” says King, going on a rant. "I have to say, Justice was a much better influence on him." “Fasaki is just a confused youngster, King. He wants to do what’s morally right and make amends somewhat, which is sometimes not the best thing to do in a match like this,” counters Pete. "At least she's hot, and that's what's really important… wait, wait, are those withdrawal shakes?!" King asks. *SLAP!* Johnson makes a lunge for Pretzler, bringing him into the ring as Manson gets up to his knees, but Pretzler doesn't allow him a moment's rest as he knocks Manson back down with a low dropkick to the face. Pretzler scrambles back up to his feet as Manson begins to pull himself back up with the help of the left hand side ropes where Ejiro reaches for a tag, but The Critic puts a stop to that as he grabs Manson by the wrist and whips him to the opposite side of the ring. Pretzler heads after Manson as The Raging Bull bounces off the ropes, and Pretzler extends an arm, knocking him down with a hard lariat and going for a cover. "Big lariat by Pretzler!" shouts Pete. ONE! T- Manson gets the shoulder up, and Pretzler gets to his feet, reaches over and… *SLAP!* He tags in Jay Hawke for his first legal action in the match, and Pretzler exits the ring. Hawke lurks behind Manson, and as Manson nearly gets to his feet, Hawke grabs Manson around his right wrist, gives it a wrench and brings it behind his back into a hammerlock, picking up on the same strategy he used at Battleground. With the firm grip on Manson, Hawke runs him shoulder first into the upper right turnbuckle. Released by Hawke, Manson goes down to his knees, holding his shoulder in pain. Hawke leans down to lift up Manson for another attack, but Manson hits him with an elbow to the stomach, followed up by a right hand, but Hawke quells the comeback with a simple knee to the head. "The momentum has now swung to the side of Hawke and Revolution Zero!" "It was going to happen eventually, as if there was any doubt," says King. Manson rolls onto his knees after the knee, trying to get to his feet, but Hawke is on him, grabbing Manson by the arm and dropping an elbow down onto it. Hawke comes to a stand and drops another elbow down onto the shoulder and arm, causing Manson to cry out in pain, and after coming to a stand again, Hawke drops a third. Hawke stays down this time, clutching Manson around the lower arm and pulling upward, locking in the Fujiwara. Manson scrambles and pulls himself along the mat, just barely getting his foot on the bottom rope, near camera side. "A Fujiwara Armbar by Hawke, but Manson is thankfully able to get to the ropes," says Pete. Hawke releases the hold, only after stretching the five count to the limit, and gets up to his feet, dragging Manson with him to the corner, where… *SLAP!* He tags in a refreshed JJ Johnson. Hawke heads back out and Johnson straddles Manson as he attempts to crawl back to his corner. Lifting Manson's head up by his chin, Johnson clenches his fist and swipes downward, ferociously striking the side of Manson's head with a hard forearm. Johnson lifts Manson up by the head again, repeating the process a few times more, and as Johnson finally backs away, Manson slumps to the mat and holds onto the side of his neck and back of the shoulder. "Johnson in, and he hits some hard forearms to the side of the head," Pete says. Johnson doesn't relent, as he pulls Manson up to his feet and hits a chop to the chest, getting the standard "Whooo!" from the crowd. Manson stumbles back, and Johnson follows up with an elbow smash to the face, pushing Manson back against the far camera side ropes. He hits another chop to the chest for good measure and grabs hold, attempting to whip Manson across, but Manson holds on to the ropes. Johnson tries again, and Manson keeps a firm grip, then comes forward with the elbow smash, knocking Johnson back a step. Manson then unleashes with a series of punches, sending Johnson reeling, before finally grabbing hold and trying to whip him back up to the ropes, but Johnson reverses. Manson bounces off the ropes and Johnson catches him in the middle of the ring, waist locking him, lifting him up and throwing him back down on the mat with a side belly-to-belly suplex! He goes for a cover. ONE! TWO!! "And a kick out at two off the belly-to-belly!" shouts Pete. Johnson pushes himself up to the mat, bringing Manson with him, and still Manson tries to come back, hitting a punch to the jaw, but Johnson doesn't give him the chance this time, hitting a kick to the stomach and doubling Manson over. Johnson forces Manson down to the canvas face first with an elbow to the back of the neck. Up to his feet again, Johnson grabs the legs of Manson, forming them into a four shape with one leg bent and that foot placed behind the knee. Johnson places his own foot against Manson's, grabs the straight leg and rolls backward, locking Manson into the Provincial Stretch! With all of Manson's weight on his neck and his back bent, Johnson arches back, trying to apply more pressure. Ejiro looks embattled on the apron, debating to himself whether to go in and break it up, when Griffon heads in and does so himself with a boot to Johnson's midsection. Pretzler and Hawke prepare to enter the ring, but is warned not to by Kivell, as Arch goes back to his corner with no problems. "Provincial Stretch by Johnson, but Griffon breaks it up!" Pete exclaims, as Johnson goes to his corner and… *SLAP!* "And Johnson tags out to Pretzler!" Pete says. "Good, quick tags by Hawke, Johnson and Pretzler, and a willingness to do what it takes. That's why they're in control of this match right now. They're not like Ejiro, that wimp." Manson gets up to his knees as Pretzler prepares to lift him up, but again anything he attempts is stifled as Pretzler gives Manson a kick to the face. On his knees again, Manson catches Pretzler with a fist to the stomach as he nears, but Pretzler again hits a kick to the face, putting a stop to him. Pretzler opts to lift him up this time, and bending down to lift Manson up by the waist, Pretzler drops him back down across the knee with a backbreaker. Pretzler goes for a cover with a hook of the leg. ONE! TWO!! And Manson again gets out of the pin at two. Pretzler gets to his feet and pulls up Manson who offers little resistance, then gives him a knee to the stomach and applies a front neck lock. Pretzler has some fun with Manson for a moment, jerking and shaking him around by his neck, clearly taking advantage of Manson's history and the damage suffered in the match thus far, before ducking under an arm and hooking him by his waistband. Pretzler lifts Manson up, stalling and holding him in the air for a moment, during which Manson tries to shift his weight and get out of the hold, that is until Pretzler drops Manson down on the mat with a cringe inducing Brain buster! Manson convulses in pain, and Pretzler goes for a cover. "BRAINBUSTER! Brainstem by Pretzler!" shouts Pete. ONE! TWO!! THR-! But Manson kicks out again to the elation of the crowd! Pretzler runs a hand through his hair, asking himself what in the world he has to do, as Hawke leans over the rope and begs for a tag. Pretzler shrugs his shoulders and heads over, tagging in Hawke once more and entering the ring. Manson lies nearly still on the mat, just barely stirring, as Hawke heads over and lifts Manson up. Hawke measures a chop, striking Manson across the chest and sending him down to a knee. Manson reaches up and hits a chop of his own, but it doesn't do much of anything as Hawke fires back with a right hand to the jaw, followed up by one more. Hawke pulls Manson up and grabs him by the arm, delivering a kick to the shoulder, knocking Manson down to his knees once more. Hawke brings him back up and shoves him into the right hand side ropes, then whips him across the ring. Manson hits the ropes and comes back, and Hawke goes for a leaping leg lariat in the center of the ring, instinctively ducked by Manson! He hits the ropes again, picking up speed as Hawke turns around, only to be absolutely waylaid by desperation Western Lariat to the pop of the crowd! Manson falls to his knees, grabbing his shoulder in pain and groaning, as he tries to make it to his corner. "Manson is nearly in position for a tag after the Western Lariat from out of nowhere!" Pete screams. "We'll see, but it seems to have affected Manson due to the work on the arm by Hawke and his team." Hawke begins coming to as be begins rolling over onto his stomach, but Manson continues to lie on his side, clenching his fist and flexing his arm. Manson begins pushing himself along with heel, but as he nears his corner, Hawke lunges forward and puts a stop to him with an axe handle! Griffon swipes at Hawke as he stands, but Hawke manages to pull Manson back away toward the center of the ring. Hawke silently hovers around Manson, waiting for him to get to his knees, and as he does so, Hawke hooks his arm around Manson's head from behind and hooks the right arm, applying the crossface chicken wing! Hawke then rolls Manson onto the seat of his pants, then uses his leg to lock up the free left arm, completing the Wing Span! "THE WING SPAN!" Pete screams again, "It could be all over!" Revolution Zero charges the ring, getting the drop on Griffon and Ejiro on the apron and knocking them down to the floor. They pursue Griffon and Fasaki, while in the ring, Manson alternately grits his teeth, trying to deal with the pain, or screams in horror. On the outside, Johnson and Pretzler deal with Griffon, as if choosing not to concern themselves with Ejiro, as Fasaki rests against the apron. “And STILL,” laughs The Suicide King, “Fasaki won’t get in the ring and help his team!” “RAHHHHHHHH!” Slamming his hands up and down in the apron in a storm of anger, Fasaki slides into the ring cracks Jay in the back of the head with punch after punch until the International Champion finally lets Manson roll over onto his chest. “Well, eek.” Johnson looks up and spots Ejiro inside the ring and jumps up onto the ring apron immediately, but is knocked right off the apron by Fasaki. With Johnson out of the way, Griffon manages to fight back against Pretzler, as he shoves grabs the cruiserweight around the waist and slams him back first into the ring post. "Manson is out of the Wing Span thanks to Ejiro!" "Yeah, who'd have thunk it," mutters King. Griffon makes his way back to the corner, knocking Johnson down with a clothesline as he passes by, while Ejiro also makes his way back, giving himself a pair of light slaps to the face as he does so. Pretzler and Johnson also make their way back to the corner, and moments later… *SLAP!* Manson makes the hot tag to Griffon! Griffon enters and lets out a roar, as he clotheslines Hawke down to the mat just as he stands. Immediately popping back up to his feet in a daze after the heavy blow, Hawke staggers about moment as if to find himself after a long bout of drug use only to be cracked in the back of the head by the monstrous Griffon! Landing flat on the point of his nose, Hawke barely gets to his knees again before Archie latches around his waist before sending him over and onto the back of his neck with a German suplex! ONNNNNNNNNNNE! TWWWOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOOOO! Not really needing the save, The Dean none the less gets one as his partners from Revolution Zero get into the ring and kick Griffon in the ribs from both sides. Quickly trying to get a hold of Griffon before he can get on too much of a roll, Pretzler and Johnson toss Griffon into the ropes and drop their heads in order to send him into the sky with a double backdrop toss. But Griffon stops short and kicks Pretzler in the chest and knocks him to the canvas. Looking up a second later, Triple J is met with a savage super kick to the jaw that knocks the Ultimate Fighter down to the canvas. Immediately collecting Pretzler, Arch hauls The Critic into the air before CRUSHING him against the canvas with a powerbomb so hard that Pretzler is bounces off the canvas like a human super ball! “Revolution Zero needs to do something to break this assault or Arch Griffon will just run them right the hell over!” And while those two may be in serious trouble, it is actually Jay Hawke that meets that command as he rushes Arch from behind and drives a knee into his back! Propelled from the blow, Arch fumbles through the middle ropes and to the arena floor! But not before… SLAP! “Ejiro made the tag as Arch went flying by!” Finally in the ring legally for the first time, Ejiro shatters Jay Hawke to the mat with a running elbow smash to the face. Immediately hauling Jay into a front facelock, Ejiro snaps his opponent over the top with a snap suplex to the canvas. While at the same time, JJ Johnson attacks a stunned Griffon on the floor with a number of punches to the back of the head. But as soon as Triple J gets a head of steam behind him, the big man lowers a shoulder and sends him right over the guardrail and into the first row of fans! “The fight is going on everywhere!” Back in the ring, Ejiro continues his attack on Jay as he immediately places his opponents neck on the middle ropes before running across the ring and dropping down with all his weight! Immediately heading out to the apron, Ejiro looks carefully at his opponent while eyeing up his angle of attack for… KEEERACK! “GOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL!” Heading back into the ring, Ejiro Fasaki snatches his opponent around the body before taking him backward to the canvas with a belly-to-back suplex! Holding onto the bridge, The Rule tries to send this match home as the referee counts to… ONNNNNNNNNNNNNE! TWWWOOOOOOOOOO! THREEWNAHHHHHHH! Sliding into the ring to make the save, Pretzler drops an axe handle into his opponent as Hawke is loosed over the top. Immediately grabbing Hawke by the ankle, Pretzler drags his partner all the way across the ring to where their corner would be. Quickly stepping to the apron, Pretzler reaches over the top rope and slaps his partner in the back of the shoulder in order to make a legal exchange. Immediately grabbing the rising Fasaki around the body, Pretzler immediately takes his opponent around and down with a standing power slam to the canvas! “And now Fasaki is in real trouble,” calls The Suicide King, “these two men have met before and Pretzler managed to hand Fasaki his one loss since coming back to the SWF!” Meanwhile on the outside of the ring, Arch Griffon and JJ Johnson continues to battle on the ring floor. Well out of reach of the influence of the referee, Johnson picks up a folding chair and jams it into the face of his opponent, which sends the big man staggering back into the crowded masses. Immediately hauling back with the chair once again, Johnson slams the metal weapon over the back of his foe and knocks Archie down to a knee. “There is so much action going on we can’t stay with it all!” mentions Longdogger Pete as Jay Hawke once again attacks Manson on the floor as the Stampede was just about to finally recover from the beating he took for the majority of the contest. Back in the ring however is where more of the fans are looking as Pretzler picks at Ejiro with shot after shot as Melissa looks on from the outside with a worried look stretched across her features. Throwing the former World Champion across the ring, Pretzler crushes his foe across the neck with a rushing lariat that sends Ejiro head over heels with the force of the impact. Immediately pulling Ejiro up to his feet, Pretzler moves behind his foe and hooks him around the head with a dragon sleeper before reaching around and grabbing him by the tights. “TIME FOR THE TILDE BANNNNG!” But as Ejiro is lifted up, he kicks his legs up and over in order to go over his opponent before landing on his feet. Turning around in a rush to get in another shot, Ejiro strikes hard and fast… KICK *** WHAM *** STUNNER!!!!!!!!!! Flopping to the canvas in the trembling heap, Scott lands on his upper shoulders as Ejiro takes a moment to catch his own breath. Meanwhile, on the outside of the ring, Jay Hawke continues to go after Manson before jamming him on the top of the guardrail! Shaking his head from one side to the other, Jay lines his opponent up again and kicks him across the side of the head as Manson slumps against the railings. Looking back at Manson, Hawke rushes his foe once again only to get caught in the middle of the charge with a drop toehold! SMASH! Cracking his face against the railing, Jay is barely able to get his feet before his head is snatched in a cravat and JAMMED DOWN! “CONSEQUENCESSSSSSSSSSSSS!” Flattened to the concrete, Jay moves no more as Manson gets to his feet and rolls his body to the apron as Johnson and Arch continue to rage against each other in the crowd. CRACK! Snatching the chair away from the Ultimate Fighter, Arch shows him that there is no actual counter to crushing your opponent’s brainpan with a steel chair. Knocking Triple J to the concrete, Griffon holds the chair up and above his head as the kids who dig the violence call out with joy as Arch brings the pain time again… CRACK! And again… CRACK! Yes indeed… CRACK! As the mugging continues on the floor, Ejiro and Pretzler continue their war in the ring as Ejiro send his opponent across the ring with an Irish whip only to have The Critic pop out of the corner and catch a rushing Ejiro in the mouth with a dropkick! Immediately heading up to the top turnbuckle, Pretzler takes careful aim at his opponent before leaping off the top. But when Pretzler lands on the canvas, Ejiro is nowhere to be seen as he ducks out of the path of the leg drop! CRASH! Getting to their feet at the same time, Ejiro is the first to strike as he lashes out with a kick only to have it caught in the middle of the kick. Holding Ejiro there for a moment, Pretzler grins as he tosses Fasaki to one side and ducks in preparation for the dragon whip… But Manson is there! Catching Ejiro by the boot as Rule spins toward him, Manson waits a moment before hurtling Fasaki back the way he came! Of course, not knowing that, Scott straightens up just in time for… KEEEEEEERACK! “REVERSE DRAGON WHIPAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” ONNNNNNNNNNNNNE!!! TWWWWOOOOOOOOO!!! THRRRRRREEEEEEEEE!!! “The winners of this contest… Arch Griffon, Manson and Ejiro FASAKEEEEE!” Jumping into the ring immediately, Melissa hugs her brother around the shoulders as he gets up to his knees. Getting up to his feet the entire way, Ejiro takes another look down at the now unconscious Scott Pretzler as Arch Griffon now joins his partners in the ring. With JJ Johnson now on the floor with a chair now lying next to him with a whole bunch of face-shaped dents emblazoned on its surface, Arch slaps his hand against that of Manson as both beast men revel in the pain they helped create today. “Good gravy, its like a slaughterhouse in there”, moans The Suicide King as all three members of the opposing team seem to be on the last stages of their allotted life spans. “Well all I can say is that Revolution Zero and Jay Hawke had all that and more coming!” replies Longdogger Pete. “Sometimes its just nice to see the good guys whip the every-living PISS out of the punks.” Standing together The Fasaki Family, Arch and Manson each pick a turnbuckle and climb up to their middle ropes to bathe in the glow of the crowd’s cheers. Calling out with their battle cries, the four faces enjoy their time in glory as this episode of Smart Wrestling Federation… FADES TO BLACK Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
HollywoodSpikeJenkins 0 Report post Posted May 10, 2005 Damn. So close. I liked the way this match came out, though. -------------------------------------- “WEEEEELCOME back to SWF Smarkdown~!” comes the greeting from Longdogger Pete, “We are LIVE, LIVE, LIVE in CHILE, CHILE, CHILE!” “It’s almost like the REAL America!” “King sure loves those burlesque houses.” “It wasn’t really a house. More of an apartment…” “As long as they are all over 18, then it is A-OKAY!” “At least by SWF standards.” “Let’s try and not get into SWF standards,” warns Pete, “We might have Terrence ‘Janus’ Bailey come out here again…” “Good point,” agrees King, “Now to the action!” The camera pans across the fans inside the Estadio Nacional before cutting to the ring, where Funyon stands waiting. “The following contest is scheduled for one fall and has a thirty-minute time limit. First, making his way to the ring…” Every light in the arena goes to full power as the Smarktron whites out. For a moment the only sound is that of a needle scratching over vinyl... And then *BAM* The crashing guitars of Lamb of God’s “Black Label” send a bolt through the crowd. The drumming sends a jolt throughout the arena, as the pace of the intro begins to pick up. Finally… “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” The high-pitched scream of Randy Blythe breaks through the speakers as the bright white lights begin flashing at the entranceway. Spike stumbles out dryly from behind the entrance curtain, the black hood from his “The Chariot” zip-up hoodie covering his face, with only a few strands of hair being visible. Spike drops down to one knee, leaving one arm to hang to the ground, while the other is firmly placed on his knee. After a few moments, Spike raises both arms into an “X”, symbolizing his Straight Edge life style. Spike rises to his feet and begins to make his way down the isle towards the ring. ”Weighing in at a total of Two Hundred and Twenty Five pounds! He hails from Hollywood, California…he is “HOLLYYYYWOOOOOOD” SPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKE JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNNKINNNNNSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!” Spike rolls underneath the bottom rope, until he hits dead center in the middle of the ring. Spike rises to one knee and resumes the position he was in at the top of the entranceway. One arm hanging to the ground, the other placed on his knee. Finally, Spike rises to his feet. He quickly peels off the hood, releasing his blonde, dyed hair free. He puts his arms together, forming an “X” across his chest, again promoting his Straight Edge life style. “Jenkins looks ready for this match. He isn’t sure who is opponent is, but at this point in time, I don’t think it matters.” “Well, you saw what he did to Tom Flesher! He blamed Flesher for his loss to Mak Francis in the two-out-of-three falls match that gave the number one contendership to Mak. He said Flesher was scared and jealous of him!” cries King, “That is lunacy! The Superior One jealous and afraid of Spike Jenkins? Ridiculous!” “Well, Flesher told Spike that if he wanted to be in the main event, that he should prove it. He booked this match for tonight! But when he did, not only did he not tell Spike who the opponent is, but also he told him that it is an SWF Legend! Who can it be?” wonders the Longdogger. “Spike has a lot of balls to come out here to take on a legend and not know who it is.” “He thinks he can do it and prove he deserves a shot at Toxxic…” “Considering the fact that he has injured Sean Davis and taken him out of Revolution Zero and tried to murder Scott Pretzler in that “Brawl-O in Sao Paulo” on Lockdown!” Spike paces around the ring, waiting for his opponent to arrive. Tension is building up in the audience as everyone quiets down…waiting… “AND HIS OPPONENT!” booms Funyon over the quiet audience. ……… Silence ……… ……… And then… ……… ……… ……… In Flames. Jesters Dance. “OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!!!!!!!!! IT’S DANNY WILLIAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!” SCREAMS Pete. King just stares, eyes-widened, jaw dropped, not sure what to say. “Dan-e! Dan-e! Dan-e!” The chant grows and grows but Williams is nowhere in sight. At long last the heroic power chords kick in, announcing the arrival of the man himself. The moment Williams steps through the curtains, the crowd explodes into cheers. Ravenous fans mass at the guardrail, hoping to get a closer look at the now mythical wrestler whose strength and agility is now the stuff of legend. Just by confidently walking the down the aisle, Williams has attracted the attention of hundreds of cameras. Danny climbs onto the ring apron and slingshots himself over the top rope into the ring to the awe of the crowd. Even Funyon stands stunned, incapable of making the announcement. Snapping himself back to life, he lifts his chin up to pronounce the name of one of the SWF’s decretive superstars in the history of the business. “Weighing in at a total of Two Hundred and Sixty-Five pounds…hailing from Louisville, Kentucky……DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY YYYYYYYY WILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLIAMSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” The crowd explodes as Danny raises both arms in the air, taking in the level of excitement flowing through the crowd. Everyone in the arena is on their feet with a look of awe and/or shock on their face… …Well, except one person… …Spike Jenkins. “Spike doesn’t looked pleased that he has to go one-on-one with Danny Williams in Danny’s return match!” “Really? Can you blame him?” “Honestly, I can’t. He must seriously be doubting himself right now.” For the first time since coming out to the ring, Danny looks at his opponent. He sizes the taller, but thinner Jenkins up. On the opposite side of the ring, Spike does the same. “This is the first time these two have ever been in a ring together. When Danny was climbing the ranks to the SWF and ultimately, becoming the SWF World Heavyweight Champion on three different occasions, Spike was climbing the ladder in the SJL or just making his debut in the SWF!” “A first time match here on Smarkdown in Chile!” says King, who stops to think for a moment, “Wow…Spike must HATE Tom Flesher right about now.” “I don’t think he ever stopped hating Tom Flesher…” The referee enters the middle of the ring, looks at both men to make sure they are ready…and signals for the bell! *DING DING DING* The bell signals and Danny Williams comes tearing out of the corner, straight for Jenkins who sidesteps him and circles around the ring. Williams stands confident, ready for his return to the SWF and ready to take out the former Number One Contender to the SWF World Heavyweight Title. “Spike Jenkins has NO idea what he has gotten himself into,” says Pete. “The ring bell may be the very last thing he will ever hear,” “That may be so…” Danny follows Spike around the ring, both men circling and meeting up in the center of the squared circle. Williams holds his arms out, looking for a knuckle-lock. Spike goes to lock hands with him…but instead backs away to the dislike of the fans. “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” “The crowd is very vocal tonight in their support for the returning Danny Williams!” Spike charges into the awaiting Danny Williams and both men lock in a collar-elbow tie up. Danny Williams quickly takes the advantage as he spins around Spike and grabs a rear waist-lock. Spike tries to break free, but Danny drops to one knee to keep himself in position. Spike rips at the former three time World Heavyweight Champion’s fingers and breaks free into a arm wringer…without much hesitation, though, Danny drives his elbow into hand of Jenkins, forcing Spike to break the hold and back away clutching his left hand. “And Jenkins knows to get away when Danny starts to bust out those elbows!” “Hell, it’s common sense.” Both men circle around the ring, again. Danny enters the center of the ring, waiting for Jenkins to come in with him. Spike comes in towards Danny. Danny looks for a collar-elbow tie up…but the much faster Jenkins slips behind him with a rear waist-lock. Before Danny can reverse, he is facing the ceiling as Spike trips him over down to the mat. Spike grabs Danny’s ankle and turns him over onto his stomach. He then drops down and locks in a side-headlock. Danny slips out of it though and drives Spike face first onto the mat. He mounts Spike from behind and raises his forearm in the air to strike down…but Spike wiggles free from underneath The Master of the Elbow Smash! “Spike knew those elbow smashes were coming so he RAN!” says Pete. “What else is there for him to do? Stay there and get hit?” questions King. Spike pops up to his feet and looks around in awe as the Chile fans cheer for Danny. “DAN-E! DAN-E! DAN-EEE!” Both men begin to circle around the ring. They meet in the center with a collar-elbow tie up, that Williams gets the advantage of with a go-behind and a full nelson. Spike brings all his weight down to the mat, trying to break out of the hold, but Danny keeps it firmly locked in. Spike lifts his arm up and drives his elbow into the arm of Danny, breaking the full nelson. As quickly as the hold was broken, Spike grabs Danny’s other arm and twists it into an arm wringer. Jenkins’ twists the arm behind Danny’s back into a hammerlock. Danny clutches his shoulder and tries to feel a way out of the hold, but Spike keeps the basic submission locked in. Danny drops to the mat, breaking the hold and wrapping his legs around the left leg of Jenkins and bringing Spike down to the mat. “Drop toe hold by Williams!” Danny keeps the leg intact and bridges into a standing position on his side, wrenching the leg of Spike! Spike flails his arm around, trying to escape. Danny, being the much, much, much, MUCH wiser wrestler of the two, grabs the arm and locks it behind Spike with his own hammerlock. He releases the former Cruiserweight Champion’s leg and mounts his back, switching between his hands to his knee and keeping Spike’s arm held to his back. Spike tries to use his other free arm to swing back at the head of Williams, but Danny catches it. He locks his arm around it and stretches it back with a variation of an abdominal stretch! “He has one of Spike’s arms held behind his back in a hammerlock and the other locked in some sort of Abdominal Stretch! Danny Williams has not missed a beat since leaving the SWF!” “Ewwww, Spike’s shoulder blades are pretty much right on top of each other…” Danny stretches back on Jenkins, who screams out in pain. Danny wields back his right arm, ready to drop down some elbows to the skull of Spike… …But Spike is able to pull his arm out from the abdominal stretch and shimmies backwards out from underneath Williams. “Danny was going to go for the elbows again, but Spike just BARELY making it out,” says Pete, but he is soon cut off by the actions inside the ring. Danny gets to a full stance and begins to walk away from the downed Spike…but Spike grabs a hold of his ankle and jumps to his feet. Danny tries to hop to the ropes, grabbing the top rope with one hand…but Spike just heaves him off and into the center of the ring. Danny swings haymakers at Spike, who easily dodges them. Spike places his leg behind the back of Danny’s free leg and knocks him backwards to the mat. With Danny on the mat, Spike hooks both legs and tries to turn the former Heavyweight Champion over for a Boston Crab…but Danny squirms his way towards the ropes, hooking the bottom rope with his right arm. “Danny Williams is a true ring general. He knew where he was and he knew where he was going and he GOT there,” “Okay, stop flattering Danny Williams’ ego. He’s back, everybody Wang Chung tonight, yippee!” The referee gets in Spike’s face to break the hold, but Spike tries to pull Danny off the ropes. Danny clings on as the referee begins his count. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! “Break the hold!” Spike releases Danny and backs away to the other side of the ring. Danny rolls up to his feet, staring a hole into the Hollywood Superstar. They both keep an eye on each other as they circle around, again. “LETS GO DANN-E! LETS GO DANN-E!” They meet in the center of the ring and tie up. Spike gets the advantage and pulls Danny into a side headlock. Danny pushes Spike back into the ropes and whips him off the side headlock and across the ring. Spike charges into the ropes and bounces back towards Danny, who waits for him in the center of the ring…only to be taken down by a shoulder tackle from Jenkins. Spike turns and charges into the ropes. He bounces off them as Danny turns over onto his stomach. Spike comes off the ropes and leapfrogs over Danny and continues across the ring. Spike hits the ropes and bounces off, rebounding right towards an awaiting Danny Williams. Danny locks his arm under Spike’s and lifts the much lighter Spike into the air for a hip toss…but Spike’s weight and speed give him the advantage as he easily lands on his feet, reverses and locks his arm underneath Danny’s and lifts him through the air and drives him to the mat with a hip toss! “Off the ropes with Spike into an attempted hip toss by Danny Williams that is countered by Jenkins and his own hip toss!” Danny shoots up to his feet and charges towards Spike who hooks his arm with Danny’s and shoots him over with an arm drag. “Danny right back up into an arm drag,” Danny gets right back up and again charges in at Spike who locks arms again and flips him over onto his back with a Japanese arm drag! “Japanese arm drag by Jenkins!” Danny shoots up back to his feet as Jenkins takes his time…and kips up into a standing position. Spike turns towards Williams and gives him the famous cocky grin as Danny figures out his next move. “And the Chile crowd is giving both men a standing ovation,” says Pete. “No. They are just cheering Spike cause he is throwing Danny around like the piece of garbage he is,” After the “respect claps” die down, the fans voices start getting louder and louder… “DAN-E! DAN-E! DAN-E!” Both men back up into a corner and stare each other down. They walk into the center of the ring; both ready for attack and lock up in a collar-elbow tie up. Spike takes the lead as he hooks Danny’s arm and slides underneath him for a hammerlock. Spike wrenches back on the arm, causing Danny to squirm in agony. Danny kneels over, turning his side to Jenkins. He uses his free arm to wrap around Spike’s leg and drops to his back, bringing Spike face first down to the mat. Spike tries to struggle away, but Danny quickly reverse mounts Spike’s back. He hooks one of Jenkins’ legs and pulls back in a Single Leg Boston Crab! “Danny Williams going after the leg and bringing Spike to the ground.” Danny sits on the lower back of Jenkins and pulls back, causing Spike to scream in pain. Spike reaches for the ropes, but is out of reach. He lifts himself off the mat, with Williams on his back and crawls his way over towards the ropes. “Danny is just cinching in that half crab, putting pressure on the lower back and the leg of Jenkins.” Spike screams in anguish as he reaches for the ropes. Danny continues pulling back on the leg. The fans scream at Jenkins to tap out, but he refuses to do so. He reaches for the ropes…and just barely grabs the ropes. He pulls himself closer…reaches…and just tips the ropes. “Spike is close to the ropes. This move is effective, but it’s not in the center of the ring which may cause Danny to break it.” Spike reaches for the ropes…and grabs the bottom rope! The referee jumps to his feet and calls for Danny to break the hold…who breaks it before the one count. “Clean break by Danny Williams, unlike his challenger from earlier in the match.” “Really sets apart the way each competitor is taking on the match, eh?” “That it does, King. That it does.” “…………Danny Williams is a little bitch.” “…………” Danny backs away as Spike climbs up to his feet. He fixes the knee brace on his left knee, the knee that Danny had locked in. The circle around the ring again, keeping an eye on each other as they center up. Spike holds his hands out for a Greco-Roman knuckle lock…but Danny slaps his hand away, as if saying, “No, we aren’t going to do that.” Spike shoots in for the collar-elbow tie up. They both struggle for control, but Spike quickly moves into a hammerlock on Williams. Danny tries to move out of it, but before he can, Spike sneaks underneath the other arm of Danny’s. He releases the hammerlock and quickly locks his arms around the neck of Williams, pulling his head into a Cravat! “The cravat!” “The what-now?” “Oh come on, you’ve seen this before!” starts Pete, “This is Spike Jenkins favorite chain-wrestling maneuver. It is a variation of a headlock in Europe!” “But we are in South America…no where near Europe!” Spike wrenches on the neck with the cravat, forcing Danny to squirm in pain. Danny feels around for a bit, trying to figure a way out. He wraps his arm around the neck of Jenkins and drops to the mat, forcing Spike to roll off of him and break the hold! Both men jump to their feet and another stand off commences. “Danny Williams just blew the cravat off!” “Cravat…that is a funny word…” “Now isn’t the time, King.” Instead of stopping to take a minute and figure out how Danny did that, Spike begins pacing around the ring. Danny follows in suit and both men meet up in the center of the ring with a collar-elbow tie up. Spike breaks the arm away and pulls Danny into a side headlock. Danny shoves Spike back into the ropes and whips him off across the ring. Spike heads across the ring and bounces off the ropes. Danny drops down to a laying position on the mat, causing Spike to leap over him and continue into the ropes. Spike hits the ropes and bounces back as Danny gets to his feet, leaps into the air, and leapfrogs over Spike. Spike continues off into the ropes, bouncing off them for a third time and comes flying back towards the awaiting Danny Williams. Danny locks his arm around the incoming Spike’s and flips him over onto his back with an arm drag takeover! Both men jump to their feet. Spike charges in towards Danny and gets taken over with another arm drag takeover! They both jump to their feet again. As Spike gets to his feet, he is caught with a dropkick to the chest that sends him to the mat! Spike rolls away from the rapid attack and rolls out of the ring onto the floor! “Two nice arm drags by Danny Williams and a dropkick sends Spike to the floor!” Spike stumbles around on the floor for a few moments, before turning back towards the ring… …ONLY TO CATCH AN ELBOW SUICIDA FROM DANNY WILLIAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! “ELBOW SUICIDA!!!!!!!!” screams Pete. Spike FLIES backwards into the guardrail, as Danny hits headfirst right after Spike. “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” “Elbow suicida that might have knocked Spike Jenkins out cold!” “The first elbow Danny gives in his return is the elbow suicida…yeah, I feel really bad for Spike right about now.” Danny climbs to his feet; obviously very happy with the impact he got from the dive. Underneath him, Spike rolls around, clutching his jaw in pain. Knowing he has a few seconds to spare, Danny starts flexing for the fans that have given him such a warm reception back into the SWF. “Danny Williams is giving the fans a show to see.” “I don’t know about them, but I don’t want to see Danny flex his muscles…” “Despite all the problems he went through and the demons he faced, Danny Williams looks to be in top shape!” Spike begins to stir and climbs to his knees. Danny catches this out of the corner of his eye and goes back to attack. He grabs Spike by the hair and pulls him to his feet. He wields back and slams his elbow into the jaw of Jenkins! *CRACK* Spike stumbles back…but responds with an open-palm shot to the face! “SHOTEI!” Danny stumbles back from the stiff strike…but he responds with another elbow to the jaw! *CRACK* Spike stumbles back again…but again responds with a shotei! Danny falls backwards…but leans back for another elbow shot…only to receive a poke to the eyes by Jenkins! “BOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” “A poke to the eyes by Spike Jenkins! What the hell is that?” questions Pete. “Spike said he would do anything to win…and well, that is anything!” responds King with amusement in his voice, “I loved it!” Danny grabs his eyes as he stumbles back. Spike takes the opportunity to wind up…and SMACKS Danny with an open-palm uppercut. Danny falls back and leans on the guardrail for support. Spike turns around and begins walking away from Danny, distancing himself for his next attack. Spike points to his elbow, signaling for a running elbow strike. He turns and charges at the stunned Danny. He raises his arm up, ready to smash into Danny’s face… “Running elbow strike by Spike Jenkins!” calls Pete. …But before he can hit his target, Danny pops up, catches Spike and using his own momentum against him, throws Spike backwards OVER the guardrail and into the crowd with a release overhead belly-to-belly suplex!!!! “OH MY GOD!!!!” “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” Spike crashes into the cement floor, just barely missing the fans as he hit the walkway. He immediately grabs at his ribs and rolls around in agony. Danny starts walking around, catching his breath and to clear his head. “Belly to belly suplex INTO the crowd! Oh my God!” cries Pete. “That was unbelievable!” Danny turns and makes his way over towards where Spike is laying. He climbs over the barricade and grabs Spike by the hair, pulling him to his feet. He drags Spike back over the guardrail and drags him towards the ring. He rolls Spike underneath the bottom rope and follows behind him. “DAN-E!! DAN-E!! DAN-E!!” Danny covers Spike! ONE!!!!! TWO!!!!! THREE!!!!! NO!!!!! Spike gets his foot on the rope!!! “I don’t know HOW Spike kicked out of that!” “Only someone like Danny Williams can pull a move like that off…and only someone as crazy as Spike Jenkins can kick out of it!” “Spike Jenkins guts and ability to take a beating aren’t at question anymore here in the SWF,” starts Pete, “He probably has been dropped on his head or off high places more times than anybody in this company.” “Well, the fact that he has been in this company longer than anybody without leaving really says something…” “Yeah…we pay him a lot.” Danny climbs to his feet; obviously feeling disappointed that he didn’t get the win. He grabs Spike by the hair and pulls him to his feet. Dragging him into the corner, he grabs Spike by the wrist and Irish whips him into the opposite corner. Spike charges into the corner and hits hard, back first. Danny points to his elbow and charges in for his own running elbow…only to run face first into the boot of Jenkins! “Spike raises the boot just in time.” Danny stumbles back, giving Spike enough time to signal for the lariat. He bursts out of the corner, ready to take Danny’s head off…only to have Danny counter it by locking his arm around Spike’s! Spike pulls his arm away, causing Danny to spin around. When Danny makes a full 360-degree spin, Spike wraps his arms around his waist and hoists him into the air, throwing him backwards into the turnbuckles!!!! “EXPLODER SUPLEX INTO THE CORNER!!!” Danny smacks back first against the turnbuckles…but the worst blow comes when he falls directly on top of his head on the mat! Spike climbs to his knees and pulls Danny out of the corner, turning him over onto his back, and covering him! ONE!!!!! TWO!!!! THREE----NOOOO! Danny kicks out! “YEEEEAAAHHHH!!!!!” “I don’t believe it! Danny Williams kicked out of that amazing Exploder Suplex into the Turnbuckles!” “As we all know…Danny Williams is a tough son of a bitch.” “But how much did that Exploder take out of Danny?” asks Pete, “We all say him land on his head. Could he have aggravated that injured neck of his? The same neck that has taken him out of action many times before?” Spike staggers to his feet, looking dazed and confused. He looks down at Danny Williams and around at the crowd as he rips the elbow pad off his arm. “Spike is signaling for the Lariat!” “The Lariat is usually only good against lighter opponents…but Danny Williams’ neck is totally shot,” notes King, “This may give Spike the win if he hits it!” Danny struggles to crawl away from the corner, unknowingly into the exact spot Spike wants him in. Danny climbs to his feet in the middle of the ring, facing away from Spike. Jenkins charges into the ropes that Danny is facing. He hits the ropes and speeds up as he comes closer to Danny. Spike throws his arm out, ready to take Danny’s head off… …Only Danny ducks it! “Danny dodged the Lariat!” Spike stops dead in his tracks and turns around towards Danny… *CRACK* …Only to be completely taken off his feet by a famous Danny Williams Rolling Elbow!!! “ROLLING ELBOW!” “Spike Jenkins is OUT COLD!” shouts King. Spike collapses in a heap to the mat, with Danny following right behind him for the cover! ONE!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!! “It’s all over, folks!” THREE!!!!!!! NOOOOOO!!!!!! SPIKE GETS A SHOULDER UP!!! “Spike Jenkins is just refusing to give up that shot at Toxxic!” “If Spike doesn’t give up that shot at Toxxic, sooner or later, Danny Williams is going to break his jaw!” Danny Williams jumps to his feet, feeling the electricity of the crowd as he gets his second breath. He grabs the elbow pad on his arm and RIPS it off as the crowd goes nuts. “Danny is setting up for the AXE BOMBER!” Spike begins to stir, as he climbs to his feet in the exact same spot Danny was a few seconds ago. Danny charges into the ropes that Spike is facing. He hits the ropes and speeds up as he comes closer to Jenkins. Williams throws his arm out, ready to take Spike’s head off… …Only Spike counters it by locking his arm around Danny’s! “The same counter Danny used before when he blocked Spike’s lariat!” Pete brings up. With Danny’s arm locked with his, Spike quickly dodges behind Danny, locking his other arm with Danny’s other arm and forcing them together back to back. Spike drops to his knees, taking over the Master of the Elbow Smash with a backslide! All of Danny’s weight is positioned on his back neck as Spike goes for the flash pin! ONE!!!!! TWO!!!! THREE!!!!!!!!!!! *Ding Ding Ding* “I don’t believe it!” cries Pete, “Spike Jenkins beat Danny Williams with a backslide!” Spike releases the hold and quickly rolls out of the ring. He raises his arms in the air in victory as he stumbles around confused. Danny climbs to his feet, holding his neck and arguing with the referee that it was a two count. “Here is your winner… “HOLLYWOOD” SPIKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKE JENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNKINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!” booms Funyon. “The crowd is not liking this,” says King, “Damn Danny Williams fans.” “Whatever the case may be…Spike Jenkins has moved himself one step closer to a title match against Toxxic. A win over a three time World Heavyweight Champion has just sky rocketed him up the rankings!” Danny Williams stands in the middle of the ring, pissed off as the referee charges up the ramp towards Jenkins. The last shot before commercial break is the referee raising Spike’s arm in the air… …And Spike giving off his signature grin… [Commercial break] Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Toshiaki Koala 0 Report post Posted May 10, 2005 Holy crap, I actually won? Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
A Happy Medium 0 Report post Posted May 10, 2005 Yeah. I thought our match came out well. We had a pretty good hot tag sequence, and played off of Ejiro's passion to be a rule abiding guy. But alas, back to the drawing board. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
JHawk 0 Report post Posted May 11, 2005 Holy crap, I actually won? Of course you did. I was writing with you. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Golgo 13 0 Report post Posted May 11, 2005 Gloating thread is that way -----> Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
