SWF Storm 8-19-05

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Earlier today...

 

 

"... I have to find Cyclone Comet! We must engage him in combat, Heff!"

 

The Crimson Skull and his evil personal assistant Heff sit in one of the many makeshift locker rooms that have been set up around the Cedar Point Amusement Park, this weeks site for SWF Storm! Okay... it's not so much a locker room... it's more the back of a van. A van being shared by Heff and Skull... and two referees.

 

"Would you mind giving us some privacy?!" Skull yells at the two referees. Sexton Hardcastle and Ced Ordonez both stand up, pick up there card game and exit through the back of the van, muttering about how they're mistreated.

 

"As I was saying, we must find a way to destroy Cyclone Comet! What should be our first mode of attack?"

 

"Hmphf..." Heff doesn't even look away from the program blaring on his miniature TV and DVD combo set. Oh, the wonders of technology

 

"I've got it! We should hit him at his home! We'll build a tactical laser out of parts that we find laying about just any thrift store or salvage yard including a toaster oven and three hubcaps! We'll need to acquire the shorts from one of the members of the Dance Squad, as well. I'll leave that to you, Heff... you sly dog."

 

"Hmphf..."

 

"We'll be able to attach it to the roof of this van as a stabilizer! All we'll need is a compacitator... drat! We'll have to go to a specialty store, and that could cost us a pretty penny... but the gain is too great to worry over money! But wait... I don't know where he lives. And it's after 5:00, so the library will be closed and we wont be able to look it up in public records. Damn!"

 

The Crimson Skull plops backwards into a chair, shaking the van under the force of his weight. A bong rolls out from under the couch, but he quickly kicks it back under the chair unassumingly before resting his chin between the palms of his hands.

 

"This Comet is quite the cookie to crack. Is that the correct phrase?"

 

"Hmphf..."

 

"No matter! What's your thoughts Heff? Heff?! HEFF!"

 

"What? Can't you see I'm busy here?" Heff snaps back.

 

"What are you so busy with? What's on your screen there?" Crimson says, grabbing the device away from his associate. "This is the SWF... how old is this?"

 

"It's the 'Best of SWF, 2004' DVD. I was just watching it."

 

"Wait... that's Cyclone Comet! Who is this man beside him?"

 

"That? Oh... that's Bobby Riley. They were announcing partners..." Heff gets cut off.

 

"Partners you say?! So this 'Bobby Riley' is the key to finding Comet! Heff, you genius!"

 

"But they..."

 

"All we have to do is find this man and Cyclone Comet will be soon to come!" The Crimson Skull cuts him off again. "Now do you have any idea where we can find him?"

 

"I heard he was given an office job after his tenure as an announcer was up... but..."

 

"An office job?! That means he might be here tonight! Come, Heff, we will find this man, or else my name isn't... THE CRIMSON SKULL!!!!!" He yells, before jumping out of the van and taking off running towards the main building for SWF activities while at the park. Heff sits behind in the van for a second.

 

 

 

"... but they hate each other..."

 

 

 

To Be... Continued...

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SWF STORM, FRIDAY, AUGUST 19TH, 2005, LIVE FROM THE CEDAR POINT AMUSEMENT PARK IN CEDAR POINT, OHIO!

(8:00 PM EST; 5:00 PM PST. Check local listings)

 

A ring will be set up in the middle of the entrance to Cedar Point Amusement Park, where SWF Storm stops for a visit! Children will vomit up their cotton candy as they see the bloodloss! Parents will sue when they hear the cursing! And if we have enough money, we might pay someone to get naked!

 

MAIN EVENT

TAG TEAM MATCH

Zyon and "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins v. Jay Hawke and "The Critic" Scott Pretzler (with Tom Flesher)

-> Tom Flesher and Joseph Peters have never quite seen eye to eye, but the two have struck a deal of sorts. Flesher has gotten Peters to lift the hardcore stipulations for this match, a straight-up tag between the Gods of Professional Wrestling and... uh, Spike and Zyon. Flesher is obviously hoping that the adjusted rules and his presence will favour Pretzler and Hawke... but will they? Only time will tell.

Rules: Standard tag shit with those tag ropes and the like.

 

HOUSE RULES: ROLLERCOASTER OF LOVE MATCH

SWF HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP

Marcus Ward (SWF Hardcore Champion) v. Devon Walters

-> Walters emerged victorious on Smarkdown, and so CC thought it would be funny to stick him in a match for the Hardcore championship against the same guy he so handily beat. Only, with a twist.

Rules: The first man to throw their opponent into the seat of any of Cedar Point's numerous rollercoasters will win.

 

Also Appearing: El Luchadore Magnifico will open the show by addressing the melee on Smarkdown, among other things! Johnny Dangerous will be in attendance! Todd Cortez, Landon Maddix... all on STORM!

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The opening ceremonies of SWF Storm have finally died down, leaving the crowd to murmur excitedly amongst themselves. The fans anxiously await the evening’s first segment...

 

“HEY HEY!”

 

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!”

 

...and are severely disappointed when Atake FDD’s “Tu Final” hits the speakers as red, white, and green pyro explodes upwards from the stage, signaling the entrance of El Luchadore Magnifico. The man himself bursts out from behind the pyro-induced smoke, his Mexican Flag flapping gracefully behind him as he stride purposefully down the entrance ramp. He’s surrounded on all sides by booing, cursing fans, but he pays them no mind.

 

“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome EL LUCHADOOOOOOOOOOOOORE MAGNIFICOOOOOOOOOO!!” Funyon implores.

 

The crowd will do nothing of the sort, and only grow louder in their booing as Magnifico rolls into the ring. He pops to his feet, sets his flag up in a corner, and then strides to the other side of the ring, where an intern is waiting with a microphone. ELM snatches it out of the poor fellow’s hand as the amusement park patrons simultaneously roll their eyes, annoyed that they have to listen to Magnifico.

 

“A fine start to this edition of Storm.” King boldly declares. “El Luchadore Magnifico, the man on the receiving end of a underhanded, devious attack from Danny Williams, joins us to share his feelings on that topic and, I’m sure, many others.”

 

LDP stares at King with unbridled contempt for a second before responding. “You realize that Magnifico started this whole mess by attacking Danny a couple weeks ago, right?”

 

“Psh.” King waves his hand dismissively. “If Danny hadn’t been such a pussy about Magnifico’s request for a match, that never would have happened. ELM was just being persuasive, is all.”

 

The screams coming from such fine rides as the Millenium Force and Top Thrill Dragster resonate clearly as ELM stands in the center of the ring, looking surprisingly calm and collected. Finally, he speaks, smiling softly as he does so.

 

“I’m sure all of you expect me to be pissed off, right?” Magnifico asks, receiving a few cheers in response. “After all, Danny came out of nowhere on Smarkdown and, without provocation, nailed me with an Axe Bomber.”

 

ELM gets a lot more cheers for that.

 

“But I couldn’t be happier.” Magnifico continues, his smile widening. “Because it shows me that you’re slowly but surely dropping the facade.”

 

“To be honest, I have no problem with Danny as a competitor.” ELM explains as he begins to pace slowly around the ring. “He’s a former World Champion and has always been a threat to regain the title. What annoys me is how he shamelessly panders to you sons of bitches.”

 

Boos pour in from every part of the crowd as mothers cover the ears of their crying children. Magnifico observes the reaction and grins happily before continuing.

 

“Every goddamn time he comes out here, you assholes cheer, and he revels in it.” ELM expands. “If you were to ever stop cheering him, he’d drop to his knees and beg for your approval. It absolutely sickens me.”

 

Another wave of boos, but Magnifico just talks over them.

 

“But I can see that ending very soon.” ELM continues, grinning broadly. “When you attacked me at the end of Smarkdown, Danny, it was an underhanded, sneaky, devious act. It was everything these people hate.”

 

“I’m getting to you.” Magnifico leans over the ropes and looks into the camera, as if speaking directly to Danny. “You’ll do anything to get to me, won’t you? You’ll attack me in the middle of a match, when I’m unable to defend myself. I bet you’d even take a steel chair and beat me half to death with it if it meant I’d leave you alone.”

 

“Your fans would hate what you’ve become. They’d hate how you’d stoop to my level just to take me out. And you wouldn’t care.” ELM smiles. “That makes me so happy.”

 

The fans are just plain angry at this point, and let Magnifico now as he steps back into the center of the ring and looks calmly over the furious sea of humanity.

 

“Very well said!” King announces, applauding. “ELM is completely right.”

 

“That’s ridiculous.” LDP scoffs. “Danny’s had countless enemies over the years. What makes Magnifico think he can drive Williams over the edge in a couple weeks.”

 

“Hey, I’m the expert here in fighting with Magnifico.” King contends. “The man is infuriating to say the least.”

 

“Just imagine how good you’d be if you stopped pandering to them, Danny!” Magnifico cries. “You would-“

 

ELM’s cut off by the opening strains of In Flames’ “Jester’s Dance”, which immediately draws a resounding wave of cheers from the grateful crowd. A second later, the familiar chant begins to emanate from the audience...

 

“DAN-E! DAN-E! DAN-E!”

 

A second later, the man himself strides out from behind the curtains, just in time for the heroic power chords to compliment his entrance. The cheering and chanting only grows louder as Danny makes his way down the ramp, clutching a microphone in his hand. Williams stares coldly at Magnifico as he approaches the ring, and ELM returns the glare with a warm, welcoming smile.

 

“Hmph. Ruffian.” King snorts. “Williams is just here to cause trouble.”

 

“Well, yeah.” Pete replies, shrugging.

 

Danny climbs up onto the apron before vaulting himself into the ring, drawing a few more cheers from the crowd as he does so. Not wasting a second, Williams immediately walks up to Magnifico and gets in his face.

 

“You don’t have a goddamn clue what you’re talking about.” Danny snaps. “These people are not what’s holding me back. The fans are the thing that energizes me, that keeps me going every day. They’re as responsible for my success as I am.”

 

The crowd releases a mighty pop upon hearing this, but Magnifico just smiles shakes his head condescendingly.

 

“That’s exactly what I used to think, too.” Magnifico counters, speaking like a parent imparting wisdom to their child. “I used to believe that without the fans, I wouldn’t be nearly as successful. That their support was essential.”

 

“But I was wrong.” ELM drives his point home. “These people hate me, and I’m stronger than ever. When they were on my side, I couldn’t buy a win. I barely beat Wildchild the first time I faced him and lost to him in pathetic fashion the second time. When they turned on me, I became a new man. I started fighting for myself and no one else. I beat Wildchild. I embarassed him. I’m the best I’ve ever been, and as long as you continue to pander to the fans, I’m better than YOU.”

 

Magnifico stares at Danny after his tirade, having lost some of his calm during the monologue. Williams seems to consider what ELM says for a moment before continuing.

 

“Believe me, Magnifico.” Danny starts, “There is nothing I’d like more than beat the living hell out of you right now, in this very ring.”

 

As expected, the fans cheer happily for that one. ELM just smiles as Danny continues.

 

“But now I see that you need to be taught a lesson.” Williams continues, scowling. “You need to be shown that my weakness is NOT my love of the fans, and that yours is your infuriating overconfidence.”

 

Danny takes a step towards Magnifico, his nose nearly touching the luchadore’s.

 

“See you in the ring, asshole.”

 

ELM's smile widens, but he doesn't break the stare between the two men. All around them, people cheer, anxious to see these two compete in the ring.

 

“Well, there you have it.” LDP announces, “Danny finally accepts Magnifico’s challenge in what should be a fantastic match. We’ll be right back with more SWF Storm, after this.”

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Ward vs. Walters to be edited in ASAP.

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"Welcome back fans! Longdogger Pete and the K-I-N-G here, just as ready as you are for more action on SWF Storm. Up next, we've got-"

 

Without warning, the sounds of Mos Def's "Oh No" blare over the speakers, putting our commentators in shock and the fans that have flocked to the Cedar Point Amusement Park into a frenzy!

 

"Cortez? Coming out here?"

 

"This is different." comments Suicide King. "If this kid talked any less, he'd be better off as a mime."

 

Cortez, clad in baggy jeans and a black polo shirt (a far cry from his normal ring gear), rolls into the ring and approaches a stunned Funyon, requesting the microphone from the famed announcer. Cortez pauses and scans the crowd as he allows his music to fade, but his window to begin talking closes quickly, as the crowd starts chanting for the popular superstar.

 

"COR-TEZ!"

"COR-TEZ!"

"COR-TEZ!"

 

Flattered, Cortez nods his head to his supporters, then puts his hand up, signalling for them to quiet down.

 

"People, I appreciate the cheers, and I appreciate all your support, but I ask that you allow me this time. I'm not a guy who likes to talk much, I'd much rather vent my frustrations in the ring, but there is something...more importatnly, someONE, who I cannot get out of my head lately, and I think you all know who I'm talking about."

 

The crowd murmurs, and some fans even start booing, knowing whom Cortez is referring to.

 

"Landon, Landon, Landon. You know, it didn't have to be like this. This was a family matter, a Martial Law problem that could have been solved behind closed doors, but you've taken it public. You've made it personal. You are exploiting my personal life to draw me out, and to that, I say congratulations, it's worked. However, I don't think that's a good thing for you."

 

Cortez pauses, giving the crowd a few seconds to holler out in support, but then continues.

 

"I don't like to open up to many people. I'll be the first one to tell you that I've got major trust issues due to unfortunate past events. While others pride themselves on their verbal ability, I rely on my natural ability. I suppose the reason Hollywood Boulevard, and even Martial Law worked out so well was because my partners and I got our points across in different ways. I mean, when could ANYONE should Mike up?"

 

Another pause. The crowd chuckles.

 

"But I'm not out here to reflect. I'm out here to set things straight. Landon, you are a jealous man. Jealous that a girl who stood by your side offered her heart to another man. Jealous, because you didn't want to share her with anyone. You wanted her all to yourself. You wanted to control her emotion, not realizing that toying with someone's heart is a crime of the greatest nature. Your ego consumed you so much that you destroyed Martial Law over it, something which you had begun to turn into a showcase for yourself rather than have it be what it was intended to be. It was your ego and your pride and your cocky swagger that you thought would land you the girl, but ultimately drove her into my arms, and you couldn't handle it when it was revealed that this woman couldn't, didn't, and wouldn't love you back. It ate you inside when the truth was told to you, so much that it made you consider hurting her physically as well as mentally. You could never handle the fact that someone might be better than you at anything, and the fact that her heart didn't belong to you was the straw that broke the camel's back. I kept it buried, I kept quiet...I did so much, Landon, out of whatever respect I had left for you to try and do this in a civil fashion, but YOU made this a vendetta. Well, now the cards are on the table, Landon. Now everyone knows. I sucked it up for so long, for Megan's sake, for everyone's sake, but after Casino Brawl, and after jumping me during a match like the coward you are, I've had it. The fuse has been lit, Landon, and it's slowly burning away. There is no way I'll let you ruin my personal life or my career because of simple bitterness. If you want to be a man about things, if you have something to say to me, why don't you do it face to face, Maddix? I'll tell you why...because underneath that brash exterior, underneath the smirks and smiles and staring at yourself in the mirror, is an insecure human being, afraid that his career has hit it's peak, and afraid that he's turned everyone away from being his friend, or in the case of Megan, more than that. I..."

 

"Whoa now, what is this? The streetfighting shrink? C'mon now, Todd, are you for real?"

 

The attention turns to the Smarktron, and the crowd begins catcalling upon the sight of Landon Maddix on the screen.

 

"You can't be serious. YOU are going to tell ME, Landon Maddix, how I feel? That I have issues? Todd, isn't that the pot calling the kettle black? I'm getting evaluated by the biggest user in SWF history, and you stupid people are eating it up along with those Dippin' Dots and candy apples!"

 

The crowd continues booing, while Cortez remains silent, being somewhat courteous of his rival's talk-time.

 

"Todd, let's face it, the only person you think about is yourself. You pride yourself on being Mr. Loyalty, but look at the facts. Hollywood Boulevard WAS a great team. Key word: WAS. Then after Mike got put out of the company, what did you do? You knew you couldn't make it on your own, so you leeched off the success you had, and devoted your career to "righting wrongs" and taking out Toxxic, like you're some type of avenging angel. Then we get Martial Law together, and I'm STILL trying to figure out how you got me to buddy up with you and Alan Clark, but for a while, it worked...until you came to the realization that I, Landon Maddix, was the cornerstone of that group and you were the weak link. YOU are the one responsible for finishing off Martial Law, Todd, and you stole Megan from me as a final slap in the face, because YOU'RE THE JEALOUS ONE! That's right, I said it, and you heard it. You're jealous of Landon Maddix. What have you ever done, huh? USJL Champion? Whooopeee! Hardcore Champion? Yep, takes a lot of skill to jab people in the eye with shrapnel, or send them flying through glass. PS-Kids, don't try that at home, we're trained professionals."

 

"LANDON!" screams Todd into the mic, shocking the fans with the raised tone in his voice. "When I said "face to face", I meant it literally. Not you on a video wall, talking to Jim the cameraman from wherever you are."

 

"Well, Todd, see, I can't do anything about that right now. See, I'm not anywhere near you. I'm not even in Pennsylvania! No, see, I figured you needed a cooling off period, Todd. You're a hothead, and for me to be within striking distance of you is suicide. I'm not an idiot. I'll get you face to face, oh will I ever, but we're doing it on MY terms, not yours. You got your way by getting Megan, now as much as it pains me, I'm giving you a break while I take a breather. Old Landon is headed home for a holiday, and it was OK'd by the corporate offices, so there's no bitching that'll change it."

 

Cortez clenches the mic so tightly it's a surprise it doesn't burst in his hand. He scowls up at the Smarktron, while Maddix peers into the camera gleefully.

 

"Sucks when you can't get what you want, doesn't it, Todd? Now, maybe you'll understand where I'm coming from...and how bad things are going to get for you. See, I'm going to be taking a break from your grandstand challenges and idle threats, but you, haha...you can't shake me. I'm gonna be there in spirit old friend. I'm going to eat you alive, and by the time I get back, you'll be right where I want you. A broken down, mentally exhausted never-was, easy prey for a superstar like me. Enjoy your breather, Todd, because it's not lasting for long."

 

With those ominous words, the Smarktron goes black, and Cortez throws the mic down hard, shattering it into several pieces that bounce off the canvas! Cortez then storms out of the ring and to the back with no music, no nothing, while fans lean over the railing, attempting to touch the popular superstar. Within moments, Cortez has disappeared from camera view, and the picture fades out, taking us to another commercial break.

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When I was back in seminary school

There was a person there who put forth the proposition

That you can petition the Lord with prayer.

 

Petition the Lord with prayer?

 

Petition the Lord with prayer?!

 

 

 

 

YOU CANNOT PETITION THE LORD WITH PRAYER!!

 

SWF Storm returns from its commercial break as Led Zeppelin’s “Kashmir” signals the arrival of the Smarkdown Commissioner, “The Superior One” Tom Flesher!

 

“Welcome back, fans!” shouts Longdogger Pete, “It is now time for our main event of the evening!”

 

Tom Flesher makes his way out in front of the sold out Cedar Point crowd. Following him are the team known as “The Gods of Professional Wrestling.” Funyon stands in the middle of the ring, ready to announce the incoming trio.

 

“The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL! First, making their way to the ring!” booms Funyon, “Coming to the ring with the SWF Smarkdown Commissioner, ‘The Superior One’ Tom Flesher! Weighing in at a total of Four Hundred and Forty-One pounds! They are ‘The Critic’ Scott Pretzler, and the SWF International Champion, ‘The Dean of Professional Wrestling’ Jay HAAAAWKKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!”

 

“Hear the reaction the home-state hero, Jay Hawke, is getting!” shouts King.

 

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!”

 

“It’s a very nice welcome home, isn’t it King?”

 

“I’ve never heard of anything finer!”

 

Pretzler and Hawke, with the International Title firmly strapped around his waist, enter the ring to the jeers of the Ohio audience.

 

“This match taking place due to the actions of what took place on Smarkdown,” Pete begins to explain, “After Zyon scored the upset victory over Spike Jenkins in a singles match…which, I must mention, was helped by the interference from Tom Flesher…Jay Hawke and Scott Pretzler ran out and attacked Jenkins from behind.”

 

“And we will never know why this attack took place!” adds King.

 

“Please, we all know it was orchestrated by Tom Flesher!”

 

“How dare you accuse Taamo of such heinous actions!”

 

“Anyway,” continues Pete, “Zyon came back to the ring and helped Spike fight off Hawke and Pretzler…which leads us to tonight’s main event!”

 

 

“I’M BORN!

 

 

 

I’M ALIVE!

 

 

 

 

I BREATHE!!”

 

 

“Vitamin” by Incubus kicks in as Zyon walks on to the ramp looking over the arena at the fans that are looking at him. As the song picks up Zyon runs down to the ring. He stops as he hits the ringside area and waits for his partner…

 

…When 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. As the scream hits the crowd, Spike walks out wearing a black hoodie on, the hood covering most of his face. 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.

 

“AND THEIR OPPONENTS!” booms Funyon, “Coming to the ring, weighing in at a total of Four Hundred and Twenty pounds! They are Zyon and ‘Hollywood’ Spiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiike Jennnnnnnkinnnnnssssssssss!!!!!!”

 

Spike makes his way down to ringside, standing side by side with Zyon. They both stare at their opponents, talking over strategy, as Funyon and Tom Flesher both leave the ring. Flesher grins maliciously on the outside. All four competitors stand in their corners, Spike telling Zyon to leave, as Pretzler and Hawke agree to let Hawke start.

 

“Our main event for Storm is underway!” shouts Pete.

 

*Ding Ding Ding*

 

Spike and Hawke charge out of their corner, circling around the ring. They enter the center of the ring and lock up in a collar-elbow tie up. Both men struggle for control, but the stronger and heavier Jenkins pushes Hawke back into the corner. Jay wraps himself over the top rope, using his ring positioning to force the referee to push Jenkins away. Spike slowly releases Jay…and gives him a clean break!

 

“This is the first time that Spike Jenkins and Jay Hawke have ever stepped into an SWF ring together,” notes Pete, “And Spike gives him a clean break out of the corner!”

 

Spike walks back into the opposite corner as Hawke comes out of his. On the apron and outside the ring, Scott Pretzler and Tom Flesher applaud the ring presence of the SWF International Champion. Spike and Jay come out of their corners once more and circle around. They meet in the center of the ring and lock up in another collar-elbow tie up. They both struggle for control again, but once again, the stronger and heavier Jenkins pushes Hawke back into the ropes…but Hawke is able to shift his weight and spins Spike into the ropes. Spike wraps himself over the top rope, forcing the referee to push Hawke off.

 

“Jenkins gets into the ropes and Jay Hawke has to release the hold.”

 

Hawke slowly backs away from Spike, giving him a clean break…

 

 

 

 

 

…Or so we think, as Hawke hits Spike with a haymaker right to the jaw!

 

“BOOOOOOOO!!!”

 

“What kind of champion is Jay Hawke when he can’t even return a clean break!” cries Pete.

 

“This is professional wrestling, Pete; not ballet!”

 

Spike, stunned from the right hand, holds his jaw. This allows Hawke to open up on Spike’s wide-open chest, as he unleashes several quick knife-edged chops!

 

“WHOOOOOOOO! WHOOOOOOO! WHOOOOOOO!”

 

Spike shoves Jay away…and starts unloading several of his own knife-edged chops!

 

“WHOOOOOOOO! WHOOOOOOO! WHOOOOOOO!”

 

Jay Hawke stumbles backwards, allowing Spike the opportunity to lock his arm into a standing arm-bar…that he uses to lock his fingers with Hawke’s in a Greco-Roman knuckle lock. Jay squeals in pain as he drops to his knees. Spike locks his other hand with Jay’s free hand and twists at the wrists.

 

“Greco-Roman knuckle lock by Jenkins!”

 

Jay cries in pain as Spike wrenches on his fingers and hands. He fights to his feet, pushing Spike back slightly…and whipping out three consecutive kicks to the ribcage of Jenkins! Spike kneels over as Jay gets to a full stance. He twists at Spike’s wrists, forcing Jenkins to his knees!

 

“Oh, how the tides have turned!” laughs King.

 

The heels side laughs as Spike tries to wiggle out. Spike pushes himself up to a standing position…but quickly rolls backwards to the mat. He pulls Hawke into a kneeling position. He uses his legs to break the knuckle lock, and flips Hawke forward into a sunset flip!

 

 

ONE!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

NO! Hawke rolls forward, holding Spike’s legs into his own cradle!

 

“A quick counter into a sunset flips by Jenkins; that is turned into a cradle!”

 

 

ONE!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

NO! Spike pushes Hawke back into a sunset flip!

 

 

 

 

ONE!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

NO! Hawke rolls backwards out of the sunset flip. Both men get to their feet, and Hawke charges in at Jenkins…who catches Jay with an arm drag takeover! Both men get to their feet, this time Spike charges at Jay…who catches Spike with an arm drag takeover! They both get to their feet again. Jay charges at Spike, who gets another arm drag takeover! Spike holds onto the arm as he turns Hawke over onto his stomach. Jenkins drops to the mat, wraps his legs around Hawke’s free arm, and pulls him over into a crucifix pin!

 

 

ONE!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

NO! Hawke kicks out of the crucifix! Hawke tries to roll away, but Jenkins quickly grabs a hold of his arm and locks in an arm-bar!

 

“Counters back and forth between Jay Hawke and Spike Jenkins!”

 

Spike wrenches on the arm as he pulls Hawke up to his feet. Spike changes the arm-bar into an arm wringer, driving the elbow of Hawke’s over his shoulder. Jenkins pulls Jay towards his corner, ready to tag in Zyon…when Hawke pulls away from Spike and jumps back into his own corner, tagging in Scott Pretzler!

 

“The International Champion wants NOTHING to do with Zyon!”

 

“Of course he doesn’t,” starts King, “Zyon got destroyed by Hawke on Smarkdown! He tapped out to the Wing Span in a matter of seconds!”

 

“It was a cheap shot and you know it!”

 

Spike turns to Zyon and tags in the highflying sensation. The former Cruiserweight Champion steps into the ring, taking his time as he eyes his opponent.

 

“Much like Spike Jenkins and Jay Hawke meeting each other for the first time in this match, this is the first encounter between Zyon and Scott Pretzler!”

 

“Aren’t you Mr. Smarty-Pants!”

 

Both men enter the center of the ring, Pretzler eyeing the flashy cruiserweight. He looks back at Flesher and Hawke with a smirk, turns back to Zyon, and shoves him! Zyon stumbles back, but retaliates with a shove of his own! Pretzler, feeling disrespected, throws a right hand at the former Hardcore Gamers Champion…which is blocked! Zyon strikes Scott with a right hand…a second one…and a third one! Zyon grabs Scott by the wrist and Irish whips him into the ropes…but Pretzler reverses. Zyon charges into the ropes, hits them, and bounces off. He comes running back towards Pretzler, who throws his arm up for a clothesline…but Zyon ducks and continues off the ropes. Zyon hits the ropes again and comes flying back…into the awaiting arms of a Scott Pretzler tilt-a-whirl…but Zyon is too fat, as he spins through, wrapping his legs around Scott’s head…and a head scissors takeover!

 

“Head scissors by the ultra-fast Zyon!”

 

Pretzler crawls into his teams’ corner as Zyon jumps around the ring, getting the crowd excited!

 

“Zyon and Spike Jenkins have taken The Gods of Professional Wrestling by storm!”

 

“What the hell does that mean?” asks an angry King.

 

“It means Tom Flesher’s team is getting beat down!”

 

Outside the ring, Flesher storms around his teams corner in anger. On the opposite end of the ring, Spike stands on the bottom rope, clapping his hands together to get the crowd behind him and Zyon.

 

*CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAP*

 

 

Pretzler pulls himself out of his corner and onto his feet. Him and Zyon meet eyes from across the ring, as they circle around. They both enter the center of the ring and go for a collar-elbow tie up…which never happens, as Pretzler kicks Zyon square in the gut. Zyon kneels over, allowing Pretzler the opportunity to drive a forearm into the square of the back! Zyon stumbles back, trying to get away from Scott, who follows up with a knife-edged chop to the chest!

 

“WHOOOOO!”

 

Scott grabs Zyon by the wrist and Irish whips him off the ropes. Zyon hits the ropes and comes charging back, ducking underneath an elbow attempt by Pretzler. Zyon picks up speed as he hits the opposite ropes. He flies towards Scott, who tries to get out of the way, but is too late, as he gets hit in the chest with a front dropkick! Both men hit the mat, but Zyon quickly kips up!

 

“The move Zyon calls, The Snap!” notes Pete, “The front dropkick followed up by a kip up!”

 

Pretzler rolls over onto his knees and woozily gets to his feet. He turns to face his opponent, who leaps into the air and connects with a dropkick! Scott hits the mat hard as Zyon gets the lateral press!

 

 

ONE!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

T-NO! Scott Pretzler kicks out!

 

“A kick out by the greatest SWF Cruiserweight Champion in history!”

 

“You mean the man who STOLE the Cruiserweight Title from Spike Jenkins?”

 

“No…” begins The Suicide King, “I mean the man who BEAT Spike Jenkins for the Cruiserweight Title!”

 

Zyon jumps to his feet, as he heads into his corner and tags Spike. Zyon quickly goes back to the now rising Pretzler, grabbing him and pulling him towards the ropes. Zyon grabs Pretzler around the waist, hoisting him up off the mat, and dropping him down over the knee for a backbreaker. Zyon holds Pretzler over his knee as Spike sets himself up on the apron. Jenkins springboards himself up onto the top rope…and comes crashing down with a double stomp across the wide-open chest of Scott Pretzler!!!!!

 

“OH MY GOD!”

 

“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”

 

“Double team maneuver by Jenkins and Zyon that may have just knocked Scott Pretzler out!”

 

Zyon slides out of the ring as Spike turns Scott over for the cover!

 

 

ONE!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREE-----NO!!!! Jay Hawke runs into the ring and breaks up the three count with a kick to the back of Jenkins’ head!

 

“Jay Hawke saving his team from a loss after that incredible Double Stomp/Backbreaker combo!”

 

“Moves like that should not be legal! Scott Pretzler could have been seriously hurt!”

 

“King, this is wrestling; not ballet.”

 

“Smart ass.”

 

The referee tells Hawke to get out of the ring, as he goes back to his corner. Spike gets to his feet, peeling Pretzler off the mat. He scoops Scott up and drives him to the mat with a body slam. Spike goes into his corner, tagging in Zyon, who hops into the ring. Both Spike and Zyon head over to the downed Scott, where Spike pulls Zyon into a front face-lock?

 

“What is this?” questions King, “Is Jenkins stupid enough to attack his own teammate?”

 

Spike grabs Zyon by the waist and lifts him up into the air for a suplex…but instead of dropping him back, he throws Zyon up…who rotates and crashes down onto Pretzler with a 450 Splash!

 

“WHAT IS GOING ON?” shrieks King, “Where are all these double team moves coming from?”

 

Spike exits the ring as Zyon makes the cover!

 

 

ONE!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREE------NO! Jay Hawke breaks up the pin again!

 

“That Suplex/450 Splash Combo almost getting another three count!” remarks Pete, “Tom Flesher’s duo are in trouble!”

 

Zyon climbs to his feet, pulling Pretzler up with him. He pushes Scott back into a corner, giving him a knife-edged chop for good measure. Grabbing Pretzler by the wrist, Zyon Irish whips him across the ring…only for Pretzler to reverse it, sending Zyon into the opposite corner. Pretzler follows behind Zyon as he flies into the corner…but Pretzler isn’t fast enough to move out of the way as Zyon shoots up to the top rope, leaps backwards as he corkscrews off the top into the standing Scott Pretzler!

 

“The No Regard!” shouts Pete, “The corkscrew press from the top rope!”

 

Zyon covers Pretzler!

 

 

ONE!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

THRE---NO! Scott Pretzler just gets a shoulder up!

 

 

“Scott Pretzler has taken so much damage in this match so far, it’s a showing of his will and fortitude that he kicked out of that…non-sense flippy floppy move!” says King.

 

Zyon grabs Scott around the neck and locks in a side headlock.

 

“Side headlock by Zyon,” notes Pete, “Using this move to give him some time to gain some of his energy back and oxygen through his body.”

 

“Wait…wait…” King pauses, “Zyon is using…a rest hold?”

 

“Well…to a lesser extent…yes.”

 

Zyon wrenches on the neck, trying to keep Pretzler on the ground. But Scott is bigger and stronger than Zyon, so he is able to slowly push himself off the mat and both men end up on their feet. Pretzler pushes Zyon back into the ropes…close enough for Jay Hawke to get a blind tag! Pretzler pushes Zyon up against the ropes and whips him across the ring. Zyon runs into the ropes, bounces off, and comes flying back…running into a springboard lariat by Jay Hawke! Zyon lands on the back of his head and folds over, as Hawke gets to his feet and poses for the crowd.

 

“Jay Hawke with a springboard lariat, ripping the head off of Zyon!” laughs King, “Just like what will happen at Genesis!”

 

Zyon tries to get to his feet, but stumbles onto his knees. Hawke cockily walks over to his fallen opponent, slapping him across the head. Hawke laughs as Flesher looks on and Scott Pretzler lies on the apron, catching his breath. Hawke continues slapping Zyon…who pops up and throws a right hand, connecting with the jaw of the International Champion! Zyon winds back for another right hand…but Jay Hawke ends his flurry with a simple thumb to the eye!

 

“BOOOOOOOOO!!!!”

 

“Hawke taking a short cut to stop Zyon from gaining some momentum.”

 

“It wasn’t really a short cut. I’m sure it took a lot of energy for him to poke Zyon in the eye! Ha!”

 

Hawke shoves Zyon into the corner and begins unleashing several knife-edged chops to the chest!

 

“WHOOOOOOO! WHOOOOOOO! WHOOOOOOOO! WHOOOOOOOO!”

 

Hawke wraps his hands around the scrawny neck of Zyon, choking the oxygen out of the Unique Youth!

 

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

 

“A blatant choke from Jay Hawke!”

 

The referee tries to jump in the way, calling for Hawke to release the choke. Hawke refuses, causing the referee to begin his count.

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

THREE!

 

 

 

 

 

FOUR!

 

 

 

 

FI—Hawke releases his choke. He backs away into the middle of the ring, hands innocently in the air, as the referee follows him to scold him on his heelish tactics. Zyon coughs in the corner, trying to get some oxygen back into his body…but Scott Pretzler, who wraps the tag rope around the neck of Zyon and begins choking him, soon stops that!

 

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!”

 

Tom Flesher applauds on the outside of the ring, as Hawke continues distracting the referee. Jenkins shouts from the ring apron at the referee to turn around, but when he finally does, Pretzler releases the ring rope, letting Zyon slink to the mat.

 

“Now that is what I call double teaming!” gloats King.

 

“That’s what I call full out, pure cheating!”

 

“Tomato, tom-ato; Potato, po-tato.”

 

Hawke struts into his corner and begins stomping on the chest of Zyon. Hawke tags the hand of Scott Pretzler, sending him into the ring. Hawke pulls Zyon out of the corner by his legs, leaving him lying on the mat, as Pretzler drops a leg across his throat with a leg drop! Hawke leaves the ring, leaving Scott to pull Zyon off the mat and pushing him into the ropes. He Irish whips Zyon across the ring. Zyon bounces off the ropes and comes running back straight into a high-angle dropkick, nailing him right in the jaw! Both men hit the mat, but Pretzler is back up to his feet, posing soon after.

 

“The BEST dropkick in the business, Pete!”

 

Zyon holds his jaw, as he rolls over onto his knees and slowly crawls towards his corner. Pretzler is quickly on top of him though, grabbing Zyon’s arm, and in a mocking manner, waving it towards Jenkins. Spike reaches for his partner, but Scott quickly pulls Zyon back into his teams’ corner. Pretzler quickly tags in Hawke. Hawke enters the ring, watching as Pretzler lifts Zyon’s arm in the air, leaving his ribs open for a swift kick by Hawke. Hawke begins stomping away on Zyon as Pretzler leaves the ring. Hawke calmly walks into the ropes, bouncing off, and coming back, dropping an elbow across the throat. Hawke covers Zyon, making sure to place his elbow over the face of his opponent for Genesis!

 

 

ONE!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THR---NO! Zyon gets a shoulder up! Hawke looks up at the referee, surprised, but quickly goes back down to choking the life out of Zyon!

 

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

THREE!

 

 

 

 

FOUR!

 

 

 

 

 

FI—Hawke lets go of his choke.

 

“The team of Scott Pretzler and SWF International Champion, Jay Hawke, have been working on Zyon the whole match!” says Pete, “Spike Jenkins is just waiting to get into the ring!”

 

“Too bad he won’t get the chance to get into the ring! The Gods of Wrestling are soon going to finish Zyon off!”

 

Jay grabs Zyon by his hair, ripping at it to pull him to his feet. Dragging Zyon into his teams’ corner, he throws Zyon into the turnbuckles and throws a well place forearm to the jaw! Hawk stands around for a second; admiring the beating he is giving on the man who will challenge him for his title at Genesis. He wields back, ready to strike with another forearm…

 

 

 

 

 

…When Zyon hits a haymaker right to the jaw, knocking Jay Hawke back! Pretzler goes to help out, but catches an elbow by Zyon! Zyon comes out of the corner, hitting Hawke with another right hand! He runs back into the corner and hits another back elbow to Pretzler. Hawke charges at Zyon with both hands rose in the air with a double axe handle…but Zyon hits another right hand, knocking Zyon back. Zyon charges out of the corner, running at full speed towards his corner…but Hawke gets in his way! Zyon leaps into the air, trying to jump over Jay…but Jay catches him around the waist and drives him into the corner!

 

“Zyon was SO close to getting the tag…yet…so far!” laughs King.

 

Hawke whips out several kicks to the midsection, leaving Zyon stunned in the corner. Hawke tags in Pretzler, who hops into the ring and gives Zyon a few more kicks to the gut. Grabbing Zyon by the hair, Scott pulls him out of the corner and whips him over with a snap mare and locking in a chin lock.

 

“With Zyon being choked out most of this match, Pretzler locks in a chin lock to keep him down on the ground and wearing him out.”

 

After several seconds, Zyon begins flailing his arms, holding them out towards Jenkins for the tag. He turns to his side, forcing Scott up with him as they both get to their feet. Zyon holds his hand out for Spike, who stands on the ring apron, holding the tag rope and reaching in for the tag. Zyon throws a back elbow into the rib cage of Pretzler…and a second…and a third! Zyon pushes Pretzler back, freeing him from the hold. Zyon reaches for Jenkins, ready to make the tag…

 

 

 

 

 

 

…But Scott Pretzler grabs him by the hair and whips him down to the mat!

 

“LET’S GO ZYON! LET’S GO ZYON!”

 

Pretzler walks over to his corner and tags in “The Critic.”

 

“And Scott Pretzler gets tagged back in,” starts Pete, “I must admit, Hawke and Pretzler are working this tag match great. Quick tags and keeping Zyon in their corner.”

 

Pretzler enters the ring, and him and Hawke both walk over to the downed Zyon. Hawke grabs Zyon by the hair and pulls him to his feet, locking him in a front face lock. Pretzler also locks Zyon in a front face lock, and both men underhook Zyon’s arms. They both lift the cruiserweight into the air and DRIVE him into the mat with a double butterfly suplex! Hawke simply rolls out of the ring as Pretzler makes the cover.

 

 

ONE!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

“It’s all over,” says King.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREE------NO! Spike Jenkins breaks up the count by pulling Pretzler off of Zyon! Jenkins quickly gets back to the ring apron, holding his hand out for Zyon.

 

“A close call there for Zyon and Jenkins,” notes Pete, “So far in this match, Spike has barely been in the ring.”

 

Pretzler gets to his feet, arguing with the referee that Jenkins shouldn’t have done that and somehow “pulled my hair!” Pretzler goes towards Jenkins and spits in his face!

 

“OH! Insulted!”

 

Jenkins quickly jumps through the ropes and charges at Pretzler…but is stopped by the referee. Jay Hawke quickly enters the ring and begins stomping on Zyon, with Pretzler following right behind him. Spike argues with the referee to turn around, but not before he exits the ring. Spike goes to leave the ring to go back to the apron, just as Pretzler steps out of the ring, slapping his hands together. The referee turns around, going over to the Gods of Professional Wrestling’s corner and questioning if a tag was made, but is ignored as Hawke throws Zyon into the corner.

 

“A tag wasn’t made!”

 

“Sure there was. You just missed it. I’m sure you heard it, though.”

 

“The oldest trick in the tag team wrestling book…”

 

Hawke wields back and knife-edge chops Zyon!

 

“WHOOOOOOO!”

 

Hawke tags in Pretzler, as Tom Flesher stands outside the ring applauding.

 

“Another tag by Hawke and Pretzler!”

 

Pretzler enters the ring…receiving a right hand by Zyon that knocks him backwards. Zyon aims at Hawke and connects with a haymaker! And another right hand for Pretzler! And another for Hawke! And another for Pretzler! And another for Hawke! Both Jay and Scott stumble back into the center of the ring, as Zyon charges out of their corner. Hawke goes for a clothesline…but Zyon ducks! Pretzler goes for a clothesline…but Zyon rolls underneath! ZYON GETS TO HIS CORNER! ZYON TAGS IN SPIKE JENKINS!!!

 

“YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!”

 

“Zyon finally makes the tag to Jenkins!”

 

Spike jumps into the ring and hits Pretzler with a right hand that knocks him to the mat! He turns and hits Hawke with a right hand that knocks him to the mat! Pretzler is back on his feet, but gets knocked right back down with another right hand! Hawke makes it back to his feet, but Spike pushes him back into the ropes and Irish whips him…except Hawke reverses it and sends Spike into the ropes. Pretzler gets back to his feet by Hawke and both men lock hands, looking for a double clothesline on the returning Jenkins…who ducks underneath! Spike continues into the ropes, bounces off, and charges at Hawke and Pretzler who turn around to face him…and Spike knocks them both to the mat with a double front dropkick!

 

“Double dropkick that knocks both Jay Hawke and Scott Pretzler to the mat!”

 

Both Hawke and Scott roll away as Spike kips up to his feet! He lets out a victorious shout as he looks on as Hawke climbs to his feet. The International Champion slowly turns around…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

…Into a superkick that knocks him straight out of the ring!

 

“Last Dance superkick to Jay Hawke!”

 

Spike shakes his fist as the crowd is fully behind him at this point. He watches as Hawke rolls out of the ring…giving Pretzler the opportunity to hit him with a knee to the lower back. Spike falls to one knee, as Pretzler pulls him up to a standing position and locking in a reverse front face lock. He points at Flesher and signals for the Tilde Bang~!

 

“If he hits this, it is ALL over!” says King.

 

Scott grabs Spike by the waist of his shorts and pulls him into the air for a reverse brainbuster…and when Spike is fully horizontal in the air…Pretzler sits out AND DRIVES SPIKE HEAD FIRST INTO THE MAT WITH THE TILDE BANG~!~!~!~!~!~!

 

“TILDE BANG~! IT’S ALL OVER!” shouts King.

 

Tom Flesher holds his arms in the air in victory as Scott Pretzler turns Spike over onto his back for the cover. Zyon crawls into the ring to stop the count…but Jay Hawke grabs him by the ankle, refusing to let him go!

 

 

 

ONE!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREE!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

OMGNOSPIKEKICKEDOUTOFTHETILDEBANG~~~~~~~~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

“YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”

 

“I DON’T BELIVE IT, PETE!” cries King, “I just don’t believe it!”

 

Scott Pretzler immediately jumps to his feet and starts screaming in the face of the official. Spike rolls out underneath the bottom rope and onto the apron as he clutches his neck in pain. Zyon breaks loose of Hawke, but Hawke follows quickly behind it. Zyon gets to his feet just as Hawke climbs to his feet. Zyon hits Jay with a quick kick to the gut. He leans back, ready to continue striking…but Scott Pretzler nails him from behind with a forearm. Zyon drops to his knees, giving Hawke enough time to recuperate and the Gods of Professional Wrestling to figure out their next attack. Hawke steps out onto the ring apron and climbs up to the top rope, as Pretzler pulls Zyon up to his feet, and lifting him up, electric-chair style.

 

“It’s all over after this!” shouts King.

 

Hawke stands on the top rope and without much hesitation, leaps off towards Zyon…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

…WHO CATCHES HAWKE WITH A POWERSLAM OFF OF SCOTT PRETZLERS SHOULDERS!!!!!!!!

 

“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”

 

“Zyon countered the Doomsday Device with a powerslam to Hawke nearly ten feet in the air!”

 

Zyon covers Hawke, as Jenkins slides into the ring and knocks Pretzler to the ground with a running forearm!

 

 

 

ONE!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREE!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! JAY HAWKE KICKS OUT!!!!!!!

 

“Yes!” cries King!

 

“It looks like Tom Flesher is praying over there.”

 

Spike walks over to his teammate, pulling Zyon up to his feet. He points towards the corner and shouts, “FINAL FLASH!” Zyon stumbles over to the corner, stepping out onto the ring apron and begins to climb to the top rope. Spike grabs one of Jay Hawke’s ankles and wrists and drags him into the corner Zyon is climbing. He moves out of the way, giving Zyon some room to hit his finishing maneuver.

 

“Spike setting Jay Hawke up for Zyon’s Final Flash!”

 

As Spike looks on at Zyon climb the ropes, he suddenly feels a sudden jerk and falls face first to the mat, as Scott Pretzler slides into the ring after tripping the Hollywood Superstar. Pretzler charges into the corner Zyon is in, tripping him on the top rope and crotching the cruiserweight.

 

“Scott Pretzler just BARELY saving his tag team partner from certain defeat!”

 

Pretzler turns towards his downed partner and helps him up to his feet. They both look at each other and converse for a second, before they both begin to make their way up to the top rope with Zyon!

 

“What are they planning on doing to Zyon?” wonders Pete.

 

“Finish him off, once and for all!”

 

They both make it to the top rope and pull Zyon up to his feet, where all three men are now perched on the top rope! Pretzler locks Zyon in a front face lock, as does Hawke! DOUBLE SUPERPLEX!

 

“They are going for a Double Superplex to Zyon! This will defiantly finish the match!” shouts The Suicide King.

 

They both hold onto the youngster as they prepare to take off…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

…But that is put to a rest as Spike Jenkins gets to his feet and trips Jay Hawke, crotching him on the top rope! Jay Hawke lets out a howl in pain, as Spike turns his attention to Scott Pretzler. Spike gets a firm grip around his leg…AND SHOVES PRETZLER OFF THE TOP ROPE TO THE FLOOR!!!!

 

“Scott Pretzler just crashed only a few feet away from Tom Flesher!”

 

“NO! This can’t be!”

 

Jay Hawke holds his groin in sheer pain, as Spike pulls him off the top rope and onto the mat. Zyon repositions himself to a full stance on the top rope…

 

 

 

 

 

 

…And leaps off…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

…Zyon graces through the air…

 

 

 

 

 

…As he drives downward, like a vulture…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

…Onto the chest of Jay Hawke, driving all the air out of the SWF International Champions body!

 

 

“FINAL FLASH TO JAY HAWKE!” shouts Pete.

 

 

Zyon turns over, covering his opponent at Genesis for the SWF International Title…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

…Scott Pretzler lies motionless on the floor in front of the announcers’ table…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

…As Spike Jenkins stands guard, staring at Tom Flesher, with a cocky grin on his face…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

*Ding Ding Ding*

 

“This can’t be…” stutters King.

 

“Zyon has PINNED Jay Hawke! Zyon has defeated the International Champion!”

 

“How could this have happened?”

 

Spike pulls Zyon to his feet as both men raise their arms in the air, while the announcement is made.

 

“Here are your winners…the team of ‘Hollywood’ Spike Jenkins ANDDDDDDDDD ZYYYYYYYYYYYONNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

 

The Cedar Point Amusement Park bursts in cheers as Jenkins and Zyon pose around the ring.

 

“Great! Now what’s next? Are Zyon and Spike going to challenge for the tag team titles?” asks King.

 

“Well, Wild and Dangerous ARE the Tag Team Champions…”

 

“Wait…” King says slowly, as if piecing it all together, “You’re not saying…that Spike meant for this to happen…so he can get a title shot at Johnny, are you?”

 

“Knowing Spike, anything is possible.”

 

“But why would Spike want the tag team titles so badly?”

 

“I don’t think it’s the tag team titles he wants…”

 

“…Oh no…you don’t mean…The World Heavyweight Title?”

 

And with that, SWF Storm comes to an end, with Tom Flesher staring a hole straight through Jenkins, who stands in the middle of the ring, celebrating with Zyon.

 

“If he gets a tag title match with Zyon against Wild and Dangerous…and beats Johnny…that would make him…” King trails off…

 

“The Number One Contender to the SWF World Heavyweight Title.”

 

“Tom Flesher will do ANYTHING to stop that from happening!”

 

 

 

And as of right now, Tom Flesher WILL do anything to stop that from happening.

 

 

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SWF Storm, August 19, 2005.

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