PROMO: "The Truth on Paper Wings"

[HollywoodSpikeJenkins 0]

An hour after SWF Smarkdown came off the air, “Hollywood” Spike Jenkins sits backstage, holding an ice pack to his jaw. He eyes the room he is sitting in; dark circles under his eyes indicate how tired the former Cruiserweight Champion is. He looks around for somebody, who seems to be nowhere to be found.

 

“Hello?” asks Spike, “Seriously…can somebody help me with this?”

 

Spike removes the ice pack, revealing a swelling on his face from the brass knuckles shot from Tom Flesher. Jenkins pushes his hair back behind his ears, looking down the floor, depressed that he was unable to capture the Cruiserweight title for a third time. As he stares at the floor, the door behind him open and SWF Lockdown commissioner, Stephen Joseph, enters the room. He calmly walks to the side of Jenkins, coughing to gain the attention of the Hollywood Superstar. Jenkins turns to look at his visitor, rolls his eyes and places the ice pack back on his face.

 

“Shouldn’t there…shouldn’t there be someone in here to help you out?” Joseph asks as he looks around the room, “A doctor or something?”

 

“There should be…” Spike trails off, looking back down at the floor.

 

“Yeah…” Joseph says quickly, trying to change the subject, “How are you holding up?”

 

Spike glares at the family friendly commissioner, “Not so good.”

 

“What is with the attitude, Spike?” Joseph questions. He grabs a nearby chair and pulls it up towards Jenkins, “Listen, we need to talk.”

 

“About?”

 

“About? About all this!” cries Joseph, “Spike, every week on Lockdown, you go out and break every single rule possible! You’ve declared war on Creative Control and ever since, you’ve been trying to make our lives hell! Why?”

 

“You know very well why I do this!”

 

“It’s because of what happened at 13th Hour, isn’t it?” says Stephen, as he looks at Spike shake his head.

 

“I’ve been in the SWF for over three years. I’ve traveled with Mak Francis, Toxxic, every bad guy this place has ever seen, and I’ve done some pretty shitty things with those guys. In fact, I’m still paying for it now. I’ve been ousted from the locker room. Everyone hates me, except for Francis and Zyon. But look around! There should be a doctor in here helping me out! Do you see a doctor?” Spike points around the room, “No, you don’t! But what the CC did to me was just so low. Don’t get me wrong; I wasn’t looking for an out against Toxxic. But I put my life on the line to defeat him…and looking back on it and the way that match went and the way Toxxic was afterwards…maybe it wasn’t worth it…”

 

“Spike…I know what happened. But you don’t know the whole truth!”

 

“I think I know the whole story, Stephen.”

 

“No, you don’t! You’re so young and strong headed and naïve,” starts Joseph, “Spike, The Board didn’t know that Tom Flesher…did what he did. He is at fault here, Spike. He is the one…that did that to you. So please, stop blaming CC.”

 

Jenkins looks at Joseph with a confused look on his face, trying to place the pieces of the puzzle together, “You mean…it was all Flesher’s doing?” Stephen nods. “Oh man…I know he hates me…but…that is really hard.”

 

“Spike, on behalf of CC, I…WE…apologizes for what happened to you. In fact, we tried to make it up to you! We booked you against JJ Johnson for the Cruiserweight title!”

 

“CC booked me against Johnson?”

 

“Yes…unfortunately it was bad timing. Flesher booked it to be a Pure Rules match, not us. And…he cost you the match. We are truly sorry, Spike.”

 

“Flesher outsmarted CC?”

 

“Outmaneuvered is more like it. He did it all the day of the show. We didn’t have time to change it…again, we apologize.”

 

“So now what?” asks Jenkins.

 

“Well…we are going to try this again. We would like to make it up to you…again. We want to book you and Zyon in a title match against Wild and Dangerous!”

 

“When?”

 

“Storm. In a non-hardcore match, of course. We want it to be a fair match, without any weapons. There is no way Flesher can get involved with the booking of this match.”

 

“What about interference?”

 

“If he tries anything again, we will fine him severely. In fact, he is being fined for his actions in your match with Johnson.”

 

“Okay…this works, I guess.”

 

“We just need to ask you for one thing…”

 

Spike looks at Joseph hesitantly, “What is it?”

 

“Well, not right now…but we will have to ask you to help us out in the future.”

 

“Help CC out?”

 

“Yes, but again, not right now. Look, I have to go…I’ll send a doctor in to look at you.”

 

“Okay…”

 

“Take care, Spike…and good luck.”

 

Stephen exits the room, leaving Spike all alone.

 

“Thanks…I guess,” as he places the ice pack against his face again.