Chuck Woolery 0 Report post Posted October 8, 2005 The Smartmarks Wrestling Federation presents... SWF STORM! OCTOBER 7th, FROM THE STABLER ARENA IN BETHLEHEM, PENNSYLVANIA ! (5PM PST, 8PM EST; check local listings) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- THE MAIN EVENT Todd Cortez vs. JJ Johnson[/b] -> On Smarkdown, both JJ and Todd suffered hard losses - JJ once again let Zyon slip through his fingers, and Todd tasted bitter defeat at the hands of Marcus Ward. PENT UP RAGE AND AGGRESSION will be blown off tonight, as each man vies for a chance to turn their luck around. Both of these men are accomplished Hardcore champions, so it's only fitting that we pit them against each other in the Main Event of the Hardcorest... ... Hardcoriest... Most Hardcorierest show on TV! Rules: Hardcore! -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- KOJI Kitano vs. "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins -> Round two: KOJI vs. Spike! (See below) Rules: Hardcore! -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- TORU Takahara vs. Zyon -> TKO made a wee bit of a statement on Smarkdown, taking the Tag Team Title belts from their new owners and running off with them! On Lockdown, TORU and KOJI will get a chance to make a more meaningful statement regarding their "ownership" of the titles when they take on the team of Zyon and Spike Jenkins - tonight, however, we're going with the obligatory singles matches before a tag match. Round one: TORU vs. Zyon! Rules: Hardcore! -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Opening Bout - SWF HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH - MULTI-MAN MAAAADNESS! Bruce Blank © vs. Jimmy the Doom vs. "The Divine Wind" Akira Kaibatsu vs. The Crimson Skull -> Holy Joke That Hasn't Been Used Here Yet, Batman! Jimmy the Doom took down Bruce Blank in a one on one match on Smarkdown! I'd say that's earned him a little somethin'-somethin'. But having these two go at it again would not be enough, even with the Hardcore stipulation. So to spice things up, we've dropped the impressive newcomer Akira Kaibatsu into the mix. He couldn't quite get the job done against Magnifico, but really, who can? Besides, he made a damn fine showing of himself, and we're proud of 'em for it. We also decided to put The Crimson Skull in this match - perhaps if he shows off enough EEEEVIL in this Hardcore bout, perhaps it might attract the attention of a certain someone he's been after... Rules: HARDCORE~! First pinfall or submission wins (and remember, kids, falls count anywhere)! -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Chuck Woolery 0 Report post Posted October 8, 2005 The magnificent pyrotechnic display that always welcomes fans to Storm dies down as the cameras pan over the filled to the brim “Elk’s Lodge” in Philadelphia. You know the big place that sits on the corner of Twilight Avenue and Imaginary Lane. The crowd is fired up, excited that the SWF is back in town and that they get the Hardcore show right here in “Barbwire City” “Ladies and Gentlemen do we ever have a treat for you!” Pete says loudly as he’s trying to make himself heard over the roar of the crowd. “There is a Storm brewing tonight! In fact there is a storm brewing right now as we kick things off with a 4 way Hardcore title match” Pete continues as the shot focuses on the ring where Referee Stan Soapdish and his little brother Steve are ready to keep tonight’s mandatory “out of control brawl” in check. Both Stan and his slightly younger twin brother are wearing catchers chest plates and football helmets to keep them safe from the mayhem that will break out any minute now. Any minute now. “Dooooooooo..oooOOOOM!!” The lights go down as they seem to do for almost all introductions and out walks 2 lines of Druids – 12 druids all together this time making the chants somewhat impressive, if the arena was quiet – but of course this is Philly and the people just cannot shut up so instead they chant along instead. “Dooooooooo..oooOOOOM!!” King snickers, then he says “This match is so brutal it could very well spells someone’s--” “Dooooooooo..oooOOOOM!!” Pete is for once quick on the uptake and tries it himself “We might even see someone get hit with the Chop Block of…” “Dooooooooo..oooOOOOM!!” They both snicker like school boys. Pete is about to try another line but the Druids are done as they line up the entrance say. The chants are silenced and instead “Yakety Sax” kicks in leading many members in the audience to expect a short fat British guy chasing women. But instead it’s Jimmy the Doom and his manager Lois side by side as the Sax keeps yakking. “Jimmy earned a shot at the Hardcore title by actually pinning the Hardcore champ on Smarkdown” Pete points out as Jimmy walks towards the ring. “Yeah but that was a regular match, this is Hardcore! It’s where Bruce Blank thrives” King replies just because he loves to disagree with Pete. As Jimmy passes druid number 6 he’s attacked by behind by the robed, hooded figure. The fact that one of the druids moves at all takes Jimmy by surprise and he doesn’t even get his hands up to block the shots from the orange hardhat that the Druid has in his hand. The remaining 11 druids and Lois just stand there and watch, not moving an inch to help out Jimmy. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! “Maybe now Jimmy will learn not to wear a weapon on his head when he walks to the ring” King says while enjoying the irony of the situation. “Who is under that robe King? Is it Bruce? Maybe Skull or even Akira” Pete speculates as the guy in the brown robe keeps up the attack stomping Jimmy in the chest trying to force him through the bars of the guardrails like hamburger meat. Both Steve and Stan Soapdish have jumped to the floor to supervise the match, that’s all they can do under the Hardcore rules after all. But after a moment Steve runs towards the backstage, abandoning his brother and the two guys attempting to bash each other’s brains in. “Where is he going?” Pete asks in his “I’m so clueless” voice. “Maybe he got a craving for a Philly Cheesesteak??” King replies just to say something. “Hold on King” Pete says while the Suicide King holds on “I just got word backstage that we have images from another fight that’s going on back there. The picture turns to a split screen image with Jimmy the Doom and the attacking druid on the right and a shot from backstage on the left. The shot on the left shows the Crimson Skull bashing Akira Kaibatsu over the head with a huge red tinted metallic gauntlet!! “MUA HA HA!! Fear my Uranian Claw!!” He says in the delightfully overblown way only a villain (or Toxxic) can get away with as he rams the gauntlet into the neck of Akira once more. “Uranian Claw?” Pete asks all confused. “Yeah that means he pulled it from Uranus Pete!!” King replies with a smirk. “But if that’s Crimson Skull and Akira Kaba.. Kria… Kiri.. the Divine Wind! Backstage then the druid attacking Jimmy must be Bruce Blank” Pete figures out. On the split screen we see Jimmy duck under a clothesline from the druid, then he quickly grabs the druid by the hood and pulls it off to reveal… The Crimson Skull?!?!? “What the hell?” Pete says in surprise. “CRIMSON SKULL OH YES!! And you said it was Bruce, man you really are a Brain Clogger” King says while marking out over the Skull’s evil, evil plan. “But… but there are two of them King” Pete says and indeed there are – one Crimson Skull at ringside brawling with Jimmy the Doom, and another one backstage attacking Akira Kaibatsu before he could make his entrance. The backstage Skull pulls Akira to his feet by grabbing the mask and then he tries to punch him in the face with his huge metallic gauntlet. *SMACK!-CRACK!* “The gauntlet broke!! Skull hit the concrete wall and broke his gauntlet” King says as Akira manages to move out of the way at the last moment. “Who is the other Skull? Is it Bruce in disguise? They are about similar in build after all” Pete speculates. “Maybe Skull grew a clone? He’s smart enough to do it” King says dismissing Pete’s suggestion that one of the Skull’s was Bruce under a mask. At ringside the Crimson Skull tosses Jimmy the Doom hard into the guardrail, flipping the tall Doomtopian over the guardrail and into the crowd. The fans rises to their feet as Crimson Skull jumps over the guardrail as well and starts to attack Jimmy in the crowd – Philly likes their out of control, audience interactive brawls after all. YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!! “Man this is almost impossible to keep track of” Pete laments as he tries to watches both fights. “I mean we’ve got TWO out of control brawls going on at the moment, this is not how it’s supposed to happen” He explains. “Did you expect everyone to just go to the ring all courteous and shake hands?? This is Storm! And for the Hardcore title!” King says. The right feed shows Crimson Skull taking a metal chair from a fan that’s more than willing to hand it to him and then bashing Jimmy the Doom over the back with him. The left feed shows the Divine Wind kicking the much slower Crimson Skull right in the throat with the tip of his boot. Akira quickly grabs the Skull’s arm and hooks his arm around Skull’s head “DDT!! Oh man right on the concrete” King says as Akira floats over from the Armbar DDT and tries to lock on the Fujiwara Armbar. “You know I don’t think we see enough Armbars in hardcore matches King” Pete points out. “You keep your arm bars Pete, I want to see crowbars!” In the arena the crowd parts like the Dead Seas as Crimson Skull keeps punching away at Jimmy the Doom, pushing him backwards and up the steps of the bleachers. Backstage Akira tries his best to keep that Crimson Skull under control with a bit of mat work – well Floor work in this case, as he rolls from the arm bar into an attempted leg vine on the big man. “You know I don’t think Akira is really cut out for the Hardcore division” King says. “He’s much more of a mat worker” King continues. “You might be right, but Akira may just surprise you – he may have a meanstreak a mile wide” Pete counters Crimson Skull and Jimmy the Doom have fought their way half way up the stairs exchanging lefts and rights along the way. Skull tries to land an elbow on Jimmy but the quick Doomtopian ducks under it, strikes the crane post and then nails The Crimson Skull right in the jaw with the Yak Kick as the big villain turns around *POW!!* YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!! The kick sends the Skull backwards, knocking him down the concrete stairs ass over elbow. Jimmy stands there for a moment and just watches as the Skull rolls down the stairs, flipping over his shoulders once and then lands with one leg on each side of a metal pole. “Oh right on the Boy Wonder!” King says as he winces in sympathy pain. Backstage Akira has kept up the floor work and is trying to lock the figure four in on the Crimson Skull, but as he applies the spinning toe hold Skull brings his other foot up and boots Akira right in the BUTT. The kick sends Akira running forward crashing head first into a door. *CRASH!* The door flies off it’s hinges and Akira stumbles onto the floor of one of the dressing rooms with a tear all the way down one side of his mask and a small gash that’s starting to bleed on the side of his cheek. Crimson Skull appears in the doorway just moments later and opens the cut even deeper as he kicks Akira right in the face. “I wonder who’s dressing room that is” Pete says as Akira is knocked into someone’s locker. “I’m not s…” King is interrupted when Skull slams Akira’s head against the locker and pops it open. “Is that a black and purple robe??” He asks as the camera catches a glimpse of what’s inside the locker. A moment later Akira provides everyone at home with another clue to who the locker room occupant is as he pulls a gold belt out of the locker and cracks the Crimson Skull over the head with it! “The International title! That’s the International title!! It must be Jay Hawke’s locker room” Pete says. “How dare he TOUCH that title? Jay left it locked up in his room and now this Japanese thief is degrading it” King says with outrage. Akira just drops the belt on the floor not really paying attention to what he hit the Crimson Skull with.and keeps up the assault on the Crimson Skull. Akira drops all his weight on the back of his opponent to make sure he doesn’t get a chance to stage a comeback. “Man Jay Hawke is going to be PISSED when he returns to his locker room and finds the mess they’ve made” King says. “I think they even got blood on his belt, the Dean isn’t going to like this one bit” Pete replies. Back in the actual arena Jimmy has made it down the flight of stairs and dragged the very groggy Crimson Skull down the last few steps to the floor. Jimmy grabs the Skull around the head and then runs forward in a bulldog motion, but instead of driving his opponent down into the concrete he rams the top of the Skull’s… erm… skull right into the metal exit door “I knew this would be wild when it was announced” Pete begins “But this is totally out of control – we’ve got two guys fighting out in the lobby area and we’ve got two guys tearing up the locker rooms. This is insane” “No, no Pete – this is STORM!!” King proudly responds “How can you expect anything less from a Hardcore title match?” Backstage Akira runs at the Crimson Skull who’s on his knees. The Skull blocks the attempted Shinning Wizard and instead lifts the much smaller “Divine Wind” up in the air and drops backwards bouncing Akira’s head off the side of a trash can with a loud crash. Skull gets to his feet, wipes a bit of blood from his nose and then goes on the attack. “Look at that! The Skull backstage has to be Bruce” Pete says as they both watch the Skull press Akira up over his head in a gorilla press one of Bruce’s trademark moves. “Oh don’t be silly Pete, I’ll be you Bruce missed his plane. Now the second Skull is clearly a robot, CLEARLY” King replies “A wrestling robot? Don’t be silly King” is all Pete says. Backstage the Skull drops Akira from the gorilla press onto his shoulders and then slams the Cruiserweight straight into a metal door driving the you man through it sending both wrestlers into the two level lobby of the Elk’s Lodge. At the other end of the lobby the Crimson Skull throws a handful of sand from an ashtray into the eyes of Jimmy the Doom before grabbing Jimmy around the throat and tossing him against the wall. “Okay when they were in separate locations it was okay with two Crimson Skulls – but now?” Pete says with confusion. “If I can keep track of identical triplets in my bedroom we can keep track of two guys who like to dress alike” King says dismissing Pete’s complaints. “Just call the guy that just kicked Akira in the gut for Skull #1 and the other one for Skull #2 if you must” The Crimson Skull grabs Jimmy the Doom and Irish whips him across the lobby. The Crimson Skull (no the OTHER one) grabs Akira and Irish whips him across the lobby as well, sending the two right into each other. Then each Crimson Skull notices the other one They both do a double take when they see someone else who looks just like them. One Skull raises his right arm, the other raises his left arm to mirror his motion. The concession stand crew in the lobby and the fans that have gathered look on in confusion as the two men stand face to face – almost like identical twins. “MASTER?!?” Both Crimson Skulls turn and look at Heff, the Skull’s faithful Manservant who’s looking at the two men. He looks left, then he looks right trying to figure out who his master is. Then suddenly he turns pale, his eyes roll to the back of his skull and he passes out. “What the hell was that all about King?” Pete asks. “Maybe poor little Heff had a fantasy overload with TWO Crimson Skulls.” King replies with the rumours about Heff’s “orientation” in mind. The two Skulls unfortunately lost track of the other two competitors in the match and seconds later they pay the price as Akira and Jimmy slam the two big guys heads together in a double noggin’ knocker. A double drop kick from the two faces sends one of the Skulls backwards onto the floor of the men’s room. “Well thank god it wasn’t the Ladies’ room or we could have been sued for sexual harassment” Pete quips. “Oh get real, it’s a wrestling show – if there isn’t at least one fight in the bathrooms then it’s just a bad show” King says annoyed at Pete’s P.C. attitude. The other Skull is whipped into the men’s room as well and bounces off one of the stall walls. Akira and Jimmy team up to whip the taller of the two Crimson Skulls into one of the sinks, breaking the sink and busting the mirror with his face cutting him in several places. *CRASH!* “With Akira and Jimmy working together they may be able to keep both Skulls in check” Pete says. “Working together? Those dirty cheaters! This is supposed to be a four way brawl” King replies with a straight face. “You saying that the two guys who DRESSED THE SAME aren’t working together?” Pete questions. “Just a coincidence Pete, not like they’re collaborators.” King fires back. Akira is about to slam one of the bathroom stall doors onto the head of the slightly shorter Crimson Skull when another bathroom stall door opens and the Divine Wind is pulled inside and the door is locked. A series of loud crashes and bangs is heard from behind the locked door. Jimmy tries to open the door but it’s well and truly locked. “What the hell is going on?” Pete asks. “Maybe he had to go to the bathroom? Give the guy some privacy” King answers. Moments later the door is opened again and Akira is thrown out of the stall and then the door is slammed shut again hard. “Was that Marcus Ward? I saw Ward in the stall King” Pete says as he thinks he caught a glimpse of the Mastermind. “Oh come on now, why would Ward do something like that??” King asks playing ignorant about the Bruce Blank / Marcus Ward connection. Jimmy wasted too much time trying to get the door open, which gave both Skull’s a chance to recover. They both wrap their hand around Jimmy’s throat and lifts him up in the air before tossing him into a bathroom stall breaking the toilet spilling water everywhere. *FLUSH!!* One of the Crimson Skulls drags Jimmy out from the bathroom back into the lobby while the other Skull lays in the right fists to Akira’s head and neck. Skull #1 (or is that #2?) drags Jimmy across the upper level of the lobby where the fighting has taken place so far, towards the stairs to the lower level where the concessions stands are. “This can’t be good” Pete speculates as the Skull lifts Jimmy up on his shoulders in a power slam position. “Oh it could be very, very good Pete – don’t be so pessimistic” King replies with anticipation of just what the Skull has in mind. The Crimson Skull runs at the rail and then tosses Jimmy the Doom over the edge dropping him the approximately 15 feet down to the next level. Jimmy flies through the air sending the people working the refreshment stand right below them scurrying everywhere. Seconds later Jimmy comes crashing down right through one of their tables *CRASH!* Sending popcorn and hot dogs flying everywhere as Jimmy pulverizes the table. On the upper level Skull looks over the edge and just smiles at his handy work. But the smile is wiped off his face as Akira Kaibatsu lands a hard crescent kick to the back of the Skull knocking the big man over the rail as well. The Crimson Skull falls fast and hard and crashes through another table sending cups of soda flying everywhere as he hits it with the full force of his near 300 pound body. “HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!” the fans and the SWF staff in the lobby can’t help but review that old ECW chant as it seems appropriate tonight. “I can’t believe what we’re seeing King! These guys are killing each other just to win the match” Pete says “You say it like that’s not expected Pete” is the Suicide King’s only response. Akira makes his way down the stairs towards the two guys that used their bodies as wrecking balls. The other Crimson Skull is not far behind him, hobbling a bit as he has a piece of glass embedded in his thigh. Akira drops and covers the fallen Skull. ONE!! TWO!!! THR-NO!! The Crimson Skull broke up the count by kicking Akira right in the face, knocking him off the other Skull. Then Skull covers Jimmy hoping for a pinfall while Akira is holding his none ONE!! TWO!!! THR-NO!! Akira breaks the pinfall attempt by drop kicking Skull right in the side of the head knocking the big man off Jimmy the Doom. “With 4 people in the match it’s going to be hard to get a pinfall Pete” King says “Yeah there are always 2 others to break up the attempt” Pete agrees. “The way I see it you got two choices Pete – you either knock out all three guys, or you try to lock up the other two” King says sharing his personal battle plan for a match like this. Jimmy the Doom has slowly recovered from the drop and is able to stand up albeit not very steadily. Jimmy and Akira quickly pull the fallen Crimson Skull to his feet and then use all their strength to double Irish Whip the taller Crimson Skull right into one of the big panes of glass that separates the lobby from the street. *CRASH!!* The Crimson Skull flies through the glass, shattering it as he gets thrown through it and to the sidewalk all covered in glass shards. Akira turns around only to be greeted by a big boot from the other Crimson Skull sending the young cruiserweight to the ground hard and fast. Skull takes advantage of Jimmy still being groggy from the drop as he grabs Jimmy around the waist and then suplexes Jimmy the Doom up and over his head through another pane of glass *CRASH!!* Jimmy’s head bounces off the pavement as the Skull releases the suplex and turns his attention back to Akira with a devious smile on his blood streaked face. “Oh lord I’m not sure I can stand to watch much more of this King” Pete says queasily. “Personally I think I could stand to watch Akira be thrown through a pane of glass… yeah definitely” King replies revealing his badly hidden sadistic tendencies. As if on command The Skull picks up Akira and throws him against the glass hoping to toss the Divine Wind right through it. *THUD!* Akira smacks against the glass but doesn’t break it, instead he flops down and smacks against the floor in a really awkward angle. Skull gets angry, then he grabs a big metal ashtray and throws it through the glass just to break it. The Skull smiles as he steps through the busted pane of glass onto the street. The Elk Lodge Security team is trying it’s best to keep the innocent bystanders and onlookers away as the fight spills out onto the streets of Philadelphia. “Hey this isn’t a street fight!” Pete says as the Crimson Skull pulls the other Skull to his feet. “WHOA!” King screams in surprise as one Crimson Skull lands a low blow on the other Skull revealing that maybe there isn’t a conspiracy between them. “And you said they were conspiring Pete – bah!” King says. “Maybe it’s just mindgames from Bruce you know” “Again with the “It’s Bruce under the mask” stuff, I just don’t see it – it’s not very logical is it? Maybe it’s Insane Luchador’s spirit inhabiting whomever is under the mask and he just wants another shot at the Hardcore title” King spits out tired of Pete’s speculations. “Yeah that’s much more logical” Pete replies. The Skull turns his attention to Jimmy the Doom, bending over to pick him up only to feel the Hand of Doom up close and extremely personal as Jimmy hits the big man right in the throat. Moments later Akira returns to the fight, this time guided by Mr. Kobe who’s finally showed up for the match. “I was wondering where Akira’s mentor was” Pete says. “Yeah? I just figured he had given up on Akira and left the country” King quips. The camera catches a glimpse of half a set of handcuffs around Mr. Kobe’s right hand, a clue to where Mr. Kobe has been during this match. He tells Akira something that doesn’t immediately register with him, when Mr. Kobe tells him again he seems to question it. In the background Jimmy runs at the Crimson Skull, ducks under and spins behind the big man while wrapping his arms around the Skull’s waist before using his turning momentum to lift and spin the Crimson Skull into a Jimmy-plex right onto the hood of a waiting cab. “Hoooooooooly!! A move like that can turn a man’s spine into dust!” King says in a tone that reveals that he doesn’t necessarily think that’s a bad thing. “This whole match could end someone’s career King – hell it could end FOUR careers in one night” Pete replies. Akira finally nods in understanding of Mr. Kobe’s instructions, he turns around and picks up an orange traffic cone. The Divine Wind quickly brings the cone down on top of the fallen Crimson Skull knocking him back against a car. Then he places the cone with the point aimed straight at the Skull’s most private of parts. Akira gets a running start and then kicks the cone hard driving it into… well what do you think?? OOOOOOOOOOOOHHH!! Akira does not look very pleased with what he had to do but Mr. Kobe seems to have persuaded him to get more into the Hardcore rules. Jimmy the Doom has the other Skull up on the hood of the car using all his strength to lift the big man up and flip him into an inverted cradle brainbuster denting the hood of the car even further *WHAM!!* “The Doom Driver!! If Jimmy covers now I think he could actually get the pin.” Pete says, King would disagree but – well he can’t. Jimmy covers The Crimson Skull on the hood of the car but referee Stan Soapdish does not count the pin-fall attempt. Instead he informs Jimmy and thus the people viewing the match at home that the rules specify that the pin must take place on Elk’s Lodge property to be legal (and covered by their insurance) and the sidewalk is not technically part of the Elk’s Lodge. “What? That’s just idiotic!!” Pete says angrily obviously not very happy with that decision. Mr. Kobe hands Akira a roll of duct tape that he found in the back of a beat up Ford pick-up truck parked next to the busted cab. Jimmy pulls one of the Skulls over to a lamppost while Akira tears off a long strip of duct tape. Moments later Akira and Jimmy have duct taped one of the Skull’s to the lamppost by wrapping the entire roll of duct tape around his arm and upper body. “Duct tape?? Is there anything you cannot do with it” Pete asks. “I can think of a few things, but then again they involve women so you probably don’t have a clue” King shoots back at his co-commentator. With one Crimson Skull out of the match, at least temporarily, Jimmy and Akira turn their attention to the other Crimson Skull, the slightly taller one. Jimmy holds The Skull down while Akira begins to climb up the rusty fire escape, presumably to leap off onto the Crimson Skull. The Crimson Skull has other ideas as he elbows Jimmy in the ribs while Akira gets up on the first level of the fire escape. Skull backdrops Jimmy the Doom onto a newspaper holder and then climbs up the fire escape after Akira. “I don’t like the look of this King. I mean if someone was to fall off the fire escape…” Pete says, not daring to finish the sentence. “Oh you know what they say, it’s not a Hardcore match until someone gets seriously hurt” King fires back at his wimpy partner. Akira kicks the Crimson Skull across the chest as the big man climbs up on the first platform of the fire escape but he doesn’t knock the Skull off the fire escape. Akira tries another kick but Skull moves and Akira kicks the metal rail instead with a thud. The reprieve allows Skull to climb up all the way onto the first level and get his balance. “Man look at Jimmy climb that ladder up to the fire escape! He’s like a spider monkey” Pete says as Jimmy quickly climbs up towards the Skull and Akira. “He’s a fast climber, but is he also a good diver Pete? That’s what’s important” King replies. Skull grabs Akira by the hair and tries to throw him over the side of the rusty rail but Jimmy saves the day before Skull can haul the small Japanese superstar over the side of the fire escape. Jimmy grabs the Skull by the hair and drives his head straight into the metal steps. Then Jimmy points upwards, suggesting that they go to the roof. Akira looks up, then he looks down before he nods in agreement. “What the hell? Why are they going to the roof Pete?” King asks confused as Akira and Jimmy quickly make it up the 2 levels of fire escape and onto the roof of the Elk’s Lodge. “Well now they’re actually ON Elk’s Lodge property again. A pinfall is legal” Pete says gloating that for once HE was the smart one. Since no one expected the match to make it’s way onto the roof the SWF does not have a camera crew stationed there. So for a few moments all the fans can see is a shot from a camera on the street filming as the Crimson Skull slowly drags himself up the steps. “We hope to get more footage from the roof any minute now” Pete says to excuse the unforeseen lack of footage. “That’s what you get when you use union guys Pete – never use union guys if you want the job done right” King says as he taps his fingers on the desk waiting for a new feed. A camera crew finally makes their way onto the roof taping as they run towards the fight catching glimpses of Akira Kaibatsu twisting Jimmy into a single Boston Crab position with Jimmy’s face being pressed down into the dirty concrete roof. Steve Soapdish has crawled up the fire escape and is checking on Jimmy to see if he is giving up or not. “You know that has to be the weirdest place Akira ever applied a Boston Crab” Pete says trying to be witty. “What in Philly?” King says not playing along with the joke. Crimson Skull steps onto the roop, breaks off an antenna and then smacks Akira across the back with the hard metal pole. *WHACK!!* Akira flies forward from the impact and lands in the dirt as the Crimson Skull bends the metal antenna over the skull of Jimmy the Doom. Moments later Skull has Jimmy up and is about to throw him off the side of the building. “NO DON’T DO IT!!” Pete screams while King secretly wishes someone actually WOULD. Before the Crimson Skull can toss Jimmy off he stops, his path blocked by the other Crimson Skull, finally free from the duct tape, he has climbed up the fire escape. The taller Skull tosses Jimmy at the slightly shorter Skull who catches the Doomtopian and then slams him onto the concrete. Then both Skulls turn their attention towards Akira. “If these guys work together now they could easily cripple both Jimmy and Akira” King says in a tone that doesn’t reveal if he approves or disapproves. “I know the Crimson Skull claims to be truly evil – but… I never thought he’d be willing to go to such an extreme” Pete says fearing for the lives of all of the participants as they fight on the roof of the Elk’s Lodge. Both of the Crimson Skulls grab Akira around the neck and then lift him up over their heads in a double press, quickly they run towards the brick wall and throw him like a lawn dart straight into the red brickworks. *CRUNCH!* Akira leaves a bloody splotch on the wall as he bounces off it before he drops straight down to the ground, looking like he’s out cold. One of the Skulls goes to make a cover but the other Crimson Skull stops him and points to himself to indicate that if anyone is going to make a cover here it’s going to be him. “Now they’re fighting over who gets to pin him!” Pete says as the Skulls go nose to nose as they have a heated argument over pin-falls and victories and whatnot. “Of course they are – after all the Hardcore title is on the line, they all want it” King says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. They all want the victory in this match, including Jimmy who’s sneaking by the two arguing Crimson Skulls and quietly covers Akira hoping to get the 3 count before the two Crimson Skulls notice him. ONE!! TWO!!! But that’s all he gets as both of the Crimson Skulls kick him in the head to break up the pin-fall attempt. Then one of the Crimson Skulls picks Jimmy up, lifts him up in a stalling suplex position before driving him straight down onto the roof. *WHAM!!* “THE BLANK BOMB!!” Pete screams. “Oh my god Jimmy is Dead!” King says with equal parts horror and admiration. “That means that HE must be Bruce Blank then” Pete says showing his skills at stating the obvious The other Crimson Skull quickly picks Akira up, lifts him up in the air and pauses with Akira upside down. Then he drops Akira down straight onto his neck and shoulders with a sickening thud. *WHAM!* “THE BLANK BO… hold on who the hell is Bruce Blank of these two then?” Pete says while scratching his head. Before he can speculate any longer both Skulls drop down on top of the opponent they took out with the Blank Bomb. Both referee hit their knees and begin to count ONE!! ONE!! TWO!! TWO!! THREE!! THREE!! “We have a winner! This brutal match is over!!” Pete more or less screams out, so caught up in the moment he’s forgotten that the two faces just got driven into the concrete roof. “Yeah but who got the pin? They both covered their opponents, they both had a referee do a 3 count – so who won?” King asks as we see Steve and Stan Soapdish conferring to figure out who got the pin-fall first. Then Stan grabs both Skulls by the hand, the guy that pinned Akira on his left and the guy that pinned Jimmy on the right. After a moments pause he finally raises the hand of the Crimson Skull on his right, the one that pinned Jimmy the Doom. “WE HAVE A WINNER!!” King says “Is it the real Skull or the false one though?” Pete inquires. Steve Soapdish hands the Hardcore title to the victorious Skull who holds it up in the air with his left hand while using his right hand to pull off the crimson mask to reveal… BRUCE BLANK! “I told you it was Bruce under the mask Pete! I’ve said that all along” King says while quickly revising the past. “You did not! You said it was a clone or a robot or the spirit of Insane Luchador” Pete says angrily at his lying, cheating co-commentator. Bruce raises the hardcore title in the air celebrating a hard fought victory, but the second he turns around towards the real Crimson Skull he’s knocked down by a stiff clothesline from the Crimson Skull. The REAL Crimson Skull quickly grabs the Hardcore title and then strikes Bruce over the back of the head with the metal knocking the big man out. Then Skull drops the belt and walks off cursing up a storm over having lost a golden opportunity, vowing that it is not over yet. “You know there has been a real turn towards the ultra violent ever since Bruce Blank won the Hardcore title” Pete says “and tonight was certainly no different” King intercedes jumping all over Pete’s lines. “Bruce isn’t one to make friends though, just look at what went down between Bruce and the Crimson Skull” Pete points out. “I mean were they in collusion or did Bruce just dress up as the Skull to mess with his mind?” Pete continues. “I don’t know Pete, all I know is that the Crimson Skull looked irate and he’s not really a guy you want to make made you know” King replies. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Chuck Woolery 0 Report post Posted October 8, 2005 “GOD DAMN MOVE WHEN I SAY MOVE, MOTHERFUCKER!” “Exile On Mainline” by Chemlab fires up as KOJI walks into the ring entrance, flanked by Chris Card and Natasha. KOJI walks slowly down to ringside taking time to sneer at the fans, and before stepping into the ring he hands his shades to Card and Natasha slowly takes his trenchcoat off him. Funyon: And entering the ring first, at 221lbs, he hails from the Saitama Prefuecture in Japan… KOOOOOOOOOOOJIIIIIIIII KIIIIITAAAAAAAAAAAAAANOOOOOO 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 area, 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. Funyon: And his opponent, weighing in at 220lbs, from Hollywood, California… HOOOLLLLYYYYYWOOOOD SPPPPPPPIKE JEEEEEEEEENKIIIIIINS Spike makes his way completely around the ring and rolls underneath the bottom rope. He continues rolling 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. Longdogger Pete: Well tonight I’m hoping for a longer match from KOJI than his last effort. Suicide King: Effort? A on move roll up isn’t effort. Having said that there’s a certain style to it… oh good grief. Look who’s joining us again. Chris Card: Greetings gentlemen. I’m sure you’re glad to have my presence here to provide commentary on this fine match tonight. Pete: Well can you explain that shock victory by KOJI on the last show? Card: It’s simple Pete. We wrestlers get paid for the victory, not by the minute. The quicker the win, the less effort expended the better. In the ring referee Mark Soapdish calls for the bell. Spike and KOJI lock up quickly and the Hollywood star powers KOJI back a couple of steps. The Japanese star backs off, and Spike takes time to celebrate his slight power advantage over his opponent. Meanwhile KOJI appears to be fiddling.. umm… inside his tights. Card: There’s something great about having each match on a show under hardcore stipulations. Pete: I’m worried about that comment. King: Why did your plans never lead to MY goals being fulfilled Card? Card: You’re still bitter about operation Stop Landon? Spike charges in looking for a side headlock to launch a suplex… as KOJI grabs from his tights… THE PEPPER SPRAY!!!! KOJI gives Spike a face full and as the top class cruiserweight reels backwards, KOJI grabs him in his own side headlock. The blinded Spike is hoisted in the air and spun round in the air, before KOJI sits out and hits Spike with THE WHIRLWIND DRIVER!!!! KOJI drops to cover… ONE! TWO! THREEEE!!!!!!! Card: See. Quick win. Quick money. And because it’s hardcore, it’s all legal. Pete: Chris Card you are one underhand snake in the grass. Card: Thankyou Peter, you’re alright yourself. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Chuck Woolery 0 Report post Posted October 8, 2005 “Fans, welcome back to Storm after that terrific opening match,” Longdogger Pete exclaims. However, we’re shifting the focus from multi-man mayhem to singles competition as we see TORU Takahara take on the much-loved Zyon, who as you may note is already in the ring!” “Both these men had interesting Smarkdowns,” King comments, taking a slurp of PepsiMax, “as TORU and his partner KOJI stole the tag title belts from Landon Maddix and Jay Hawke - which amused me greatly, at least as far as Landon is concerned - while Zyon got thrown backfirst into a ringpost before landing on his head. Dogger, if the outcome of this match would have ever been in doubt I don’t think it will be now!” TORU is making his way down the ramp with Chris Card beside him as the harsh riffs of ‘Teethgrinder’ by Therapy? blast out over the PA system. As the camera focuses in on the stolen Tag Title belt over Technical Perfection’s shoulder Card grins and winks, then points at the masking tape over the nameplate; masking tape with the word ‘TORU’ written on in thick black marker. As this image reaches the Smarktron the crowd boo on general principle, since they like Zyon much more than TORU. Zyon himself seems eager to get things started… *BANG!* “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” *DING-DING-DING!* “Zyon wasted no time and just opened up on TORU with that corkscrew plancha!” Longdogger Pete shouts in excitement as the man from Indiana sends Takahara crashing to the arena floor. “However,” he continues, “I think the Unique Youth may have hurt himself in the process…” Sure enough, Zyon is holding his back as he staggers back up to his feet. Meanwhile Chris Card’s face has set in an expression of fury at this unexpected assault and he takes a firm grip on the Tag Title belt before swinging at Zyon… …who ducks! Card stumbles forward and Zyon grabs a trailing strap, then hauls Technical Perfection back around and kicks him in the gut. The surprised British ex-pat involuntarily releases the title belt, and Zyon wastes no time in Returning To Sender! *WHAM!* “ZY-ON!” “ZY-ON!” “That’s unfair!” King shouts. “That’s an unprovoked attack on a manager!” “Two things,” Pete snorts, “firstly, it was provoked, and secondly… it’s Chris Card.” “…an excellent point, and well-made,” King admits grudgingly, remembering Card’s failure to hold Landon Maddix in the midcard and his role in helping Toxxic beat Scott Pretzler at Ground Zero. Meanwhile Zyon has found himself with a Tag Title belt in his hand, the same belt that he came close to winning on two occasions with his partner Spike Jenkins. In the knowledge that he has a match with Spike against TKO on Lockdown, and that the winner might well go on to face Jay Hawke and Landon Maddix, Zyon raises the belt about his head to incite a few more cheers from the crowd… “Milk it while you can…” King smirks. …and TORU, who has now got back to his feet behind the Unique Youth, grabs Zyon and hurls him bodily into the steel guardrail! *CRASH!* “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” The Bethlehem fans aren’t too fond of this development, but TORU simply shrugs off his trenchcoat and carefully removes his shades, then grabs Zyon and hauls the dazed Indianan to his feet. The Japanese Hammer then draws his right foot back and- *CRACK!* “Ooh, I think they felt that one in Tokyo,” King says happily as the brutal snap kick drives deep into Zyon’s ribs. The Unique Youth staggers away, turning his back on his opponent. This doesn’t prove to be such a great plan, unfortunately. *CRACK!* This kick lands on Zyon’s spine, causing the smaller man to cry out in pain as the injury he suffered at the hands of JJ Johnson on Smarkdown is aggravated. Zyon is driven down to his hands and knees, but TORU has no intention of letting up and strides forward again: *CRACK!* *CRACK!* “This doesn’t look good for Zyon at all,” Longdogger Pete says in some concern, “TORU is literally kicking him around the ring, and we all know how hard TORU can kick!” Sure enough, the vicious strikes from Takahara are propelling the pained Zyon around the outside of the ring and towards the announce desk. *CRACK!* Now the two wrestlers have reached a small group of fans in the front row, all wearing TKO shirts and bearing a sign reading ‘TKO SECTION’. They chant vociferously in favour of the Japanese Hammer, who stops for a moment and extends his hand. A large, beer-bellied individual reaches out to clasp it… but TORU steps back and flips him the bird! This only drives the group to greater efforts as they respond with their own middle fingers and chant even louder: “T!K!O!” “T!K!O!” Shaking his head in mild bewilderment, TORU turns back to Zyon who has now staggered back up to his feet and swings for the bigger man with a right hand, but TORU blocks it and then drives his knee into Zyon’s gut. The Unique Youth crumples back to the mats in front of the announce desk, whereupon TORU places one foot on his opponent’s throat and raises both fists in the air… then commences headbanging! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” “LET’S GO ZY-ON!” “LET’S GO ZY-ON!” “Is there any need for that?” Pete asks in disgust as Zyon thrashes around, gasping for breath. “Yes,” King responds, “my personal amusement.” After several seconds Zyon finally manages to dislodge TORU’s foot from his neck, but the Japanese Hammer hasn’t finished with that line of inquiry and beckons a member of the camera crew over before grabbing one of the camera leads and wrapping it around Zyon’s windpipe! Takahara then places one foot in the small of Zyon’s back and hauls with all his might, to the point that referee Brian Warner slides out of the ring to ask him to desist. Of course, this being a Hardcore match, TORU has no need whatsoever to pay attention to the referee… and he doesn’t. “TORU Takahara is choking the life out of Zyon right here in front of us, and Brian Warner can’t do a thing to stop it!” Pete rages. “If I wasn’t retired-” “-you’d do nothing, except get the crap kicked out of you,” King interjects. “Now sit down and let the man work; it’s not like you’re Cyclone Comet or something.” Zyon’s face has gone an interesting shade of purple, and TORU seems to think that this is good enough; accordingly, the Japanese Hammer releases his stranglehold and allows Zyon’s body to slump to the protective matting, then covers him as Brian Warner drops to make the count… ONE! TWO!! …but Zyon shows there is still life in him, and he kicks out! TORU doesn’t waste any time in arguing with the referee and instead heads for the timekeeper’s table where he shoves David Blazenwing aside and grabs the steel chair the former SWF jobber had been sitting on. A couple of nearby fans start yelling abuse at the Japanese superstar and TORU proceeds to give them the finger in response, then turns around with the chair held in front of him- *KER-RACK!* -straight into a desperation Zyon dropkick! “YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” “ZY-ON!” “ZY-ON!” TORU staggers backwards and drops ungraciously onto his backside as the Unique Youth, still struggling for breath, pulls himself back up to his feet. Zyon’s seeing black spots through oxygen deprivation but he still knows what he has to do if he’s to survive this match, and he fights the light-headedness and ache in his back to climb up onto the announce table. “Hey!” King yells, swatting at Zyon’s feet, “gerroff!” *CRUNCH!* “AARRGGH!” The Gambling Man abruptly yells, “my hand! He stood on my fucking hand!” “Brian, please; language!” Pete barks, appalled. “This is Storm, shithead,” King responds through gritted teeth, “go choke on your Miami Menace!” As the announcer engage in a vigorous debate about taste and decency Zyon takes sight on his dazed opponent; TORU is pulling himself back to his feet, his lip split open from where the chair was dropkicking into his face. The Unique Youth takes a deep breath and launches himself off the announce table, then snares TORU in a front facelock as he flies through the air and drives his opponent’s head into the arena floor with the Bring Me Down DDT! “ZY-ON!” *clap-clap-clap* “ZY-ON!” *clap-clap-clap* The landing on the hard arena floor has clearly hurt Zyon’s back, but the Unique Youth quickly struggles up into a sitting position, then rolls TORU over onto his back and covers him… ONE! TW- -but the Japanese Hammer kicks out just before the count of two! Zyon looks a little exasperated at TORU’s resistance to having his head mashed into the floor, but nonetheless gets back to his feet and picks up the chair that he recently dropkicked into Takahara’s face, then starts waving his arms to pump the crowd up some more! “LET’S GO ZY-ON!” *clap-clap-clap* “LET’S GO ZY-ON!” *clap-clap-clap* With the Philadelphia crowd firmly behind him, Zyon takes careful aim as TORU starts to push himself up to his feet, then strides forwards and- *CRACK!* -near enough takes his opponent’s head off with a chair shot! TORU slumps back and Zyon pauses for a moment to admire his handiwork, then drops the chair and starts hunting underneath the ring. “What the hell is he looking for under there?” King growls, still nursing his hand. “A weapon, possibly?” Pete surmises. “He’s got a weapon, there,” King bites back, jabbing an uninjured digit at the discarded steel chair. “Kids these days think they have to be so flashy, when all you really need is a chair and a few brains. Zyon has neither.” It is very true that Zyon doesn’t have a chair. “YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” What he does have is a twelve-foot ladder. “Penis extension,” King says immediately. “You’re a fine one to talk,” Pete replies, “I’ve heard about the size of the real ‘Ace of Clubs’.” “…from who?” “Amy Craven.” Zyon has the unwieldy but enormous ladder braced in both hands now, and with a grimace of effort he turns and focuses on TORU as the bigger man gets back to his feet again. The Unique Youth jabs it forward into TORU’s gut, then as the Japanese Hammer staggers back against the guard rail he hefts it into a more comfortable position and charges! *CRASH!* However, TORU moves at the last minute and Zyon simply rams straight into the guardrail! The impact knocks the weapon from his hands, and TORU takes this opportunity to leap into the air and connect with a gamengiri that floors the man from Indiana! With his opponent flattened TORU takes a few quick breaths of his own to put some air back into his lungs, then grabs Zyon in one hand and the ladder in the other before heading for the ring. Takahara quickly rolls the Unique Youth in under the bottom rope, then lifts the ladder with considerably more ease than his opponent could and slides it in after him before following both Zyon and ladder into the ring. “LET’S GO ZY-ON!” “LET’S GO ZY-ON!” Zyon has struggled onto all fours after the disorientating blow to the temple, but TORU grabs him by the scruff of the neck and drags him up to his feet before driving his knee deep into his opponent’s stomach, not just once but twice. With the Unique Youth doubled over and gasping for breath TORU heads for the ropes and rebounds at speed, this time sending his right knee into Zyon’s jaw with a sickening crack! “That’s it, it’s over,” King says with a pleased finality as Zyon drops to the mat. “You can’t go up against a man with TORU’s strength and quickness in a match with no rules and expect to win a brawl. Zyon’s only hope was his speed, and he won’t be using that very much on his back!” “Unlike you,” Pete comments, “I’ve heard that you’re very quick on your back. At least, you don’t take much time.” “Who-” “Amy Craven.” As Pete takes advantage of the late broadcast hour to taunt King about his sex life, TORU is heading for the top rope. Once there the big man from Japan sights on his opponent, then springs into the air to hit home with the devastating kneedrop known as the TORU Hammer! *WHAM!* 260lbs of Japanese wrestler concentrated behind one knee lands on Zyon’s breastbone, sending the cruiserweight into a spasm of coughing. TORU doesn’t give him a chance to catch his breath, and instead makes a cover and hooks the leg… ONE! TWO!! TH- -but Zyon kicks out, although not quite as quickly as the Pennsylvania fans would have liked! With his opponent still gasping for breath TORU drags him to the ladder, then opens it up and rolls Zyon inbetween the legs! “Oh my,” Pete says, “this does not look good!” With the Unique Youth temporarily too short of breath to do much more than wheeze, the agile TORU has plenty of time to vault up to the top rope and crouch on the buckle. Once he’s sure that Zyon isn’t going anywhere the big man leaps into the air, pumping his arms and legs as he goes… “AIR TORU!” King shouts in glee. *CRUNCH!!* …and TORU lands on top of the ladder and Zyon! “HO-LY SHIT!” “HO-LY SHIT!” “HE FROG-SPLASHED HIM!” Pete bellows above the din. “TORU Takahara just frog-splashed Zyon when he was trapped inside the ladder! Good God, what carnage!” TORU didn’t get off lightly from that particular piece of insanity; the big man is rolling around the canvas in pain from where he hit the metal. Zyon, however, got something of a double whammy and seems to barely be conscious. Several long seconds pass as TORU hauls himself across the ring, then pulls Zyon from between the ladder and covers him… ONE! TWO!! THHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRR- -but Zyon kicks out again! TORU looks up in disbelief but referee Brian Warner brandishes two fingers defiantly! Takahara snorts and gives the official one finger in return, then pushes himself up to his feet and picks up the ladder, ignoring Zyon for the moment. “Oh come on, he hasn’t finished yet?” Pete demands. “It’s a Hardcore match, Dogger,” King replies. “Everything is legal and, if it’s being done to Zyon, encouraged.” TORU takes the ladder and leans it in the corner of the ring, then goes back to the prone Zyon and grabs hold of his feet. Zyon seems to have worked out where he is again and knows he doesn’t want to have TORU holding onto him, but his struggles are to no avail as the big man hooks one of his opponent’s feet under each armpit, then suddenly falls backwards and slingshots the Unique Youth towards the ladder! Zyon flies through the air towards his metal reception committee… but instinct and an unnatural sense of balance kicks in, and he lands on one of the rungs! “YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” TORU is clearly puzzled why there hasn’t been a nice crashing sound, but before he can get up to look around and find out why Zyon backflips off the ladder to land on his opponent with the Half Moon! With the Unique Youth already in a covering position Brian Warner is quick to drop to the mat and make the count… ONE! TWO!! -but TORU kicks out well before the count of three! “LET’S GO ZY-ON!” “LET’S GO ZY-ON!” “King, it seems to me that Zyon is going to have to do a lot to hurt TORU,” Pete remarks, “especially since he hasn’t wrestled since Genesis VI and Zyon had that gruelling Triple Threat on Smarkdown!” “Well, he wouldn’t have had that match if he’d made the flight for Lockdown,” the Gambling Man points out, “Zyon could have been nicely rested for this encounter, but he couldn’t get himself organised. Of course, “King adds as an afterthought, “if he’d had that one-on-one match with Johnson then he’d have been torn into itty-bitty pieces…” TORU is already starting to get to his feet but Zyon is up well before, and the Unique Youth heads for the ropes to build up a head of steam before rebounding and leaping into the air with the ‘Snap’ front dropkick. Both feet catch TORU full in the chest and put the bigger man down, but as Zyon attempts to kip up his back seems to give out and he ends up sprawled on the mat before he can right himself! “Ha ha!” King laughs, “serves you right, showoff!” This time Zyon chooses to get up a more traditional way, but even as he does so he sees TORU getting back to his feet as well. The Unique Youth runs in and delivers a forearm smash to his opponent’s jaw… but although TORU takes a step back the big man is largely unfazed, and he replies with another devastating knee to the gut that takes the wind completely out of Zyon’s sails! This time Takahara makes sure to bend down and give the breathless Zyon a good view of two middle fingers, but then straightens up and grabs the smaller man around the waist before gutwrenching him up! TORU holds his opponent in midair for a moment, then abruptly drops to one knee and brings Zyon down with a backbreaker! “LET’S GO ZY-ON!” “LET’S GO ZY-ON!” The chanting of the crowd seems to be in vain as Zyon seems unable to do anything but writhe in pain on the canvas. TORU is clearly aiming to capitalise on his opponent’s injured back as he drags the Unique Youth upright again, then scoops him up under one arm before dropping to one knee again and punishing his opponent’s spine with a pendulum backbreaker. However, instead of following up this time TORU backs away from his prone opponent, hands clasped in a prayer-like position as he appears to be begging! “What is he doing?” Pete asks, completely nonplussed. “It’s obvious,” King replies, “he’s so frightened of Zyon that he’s begging him not to hurt him. Anyone could see that.” Indeed, the crowd seem to be catching on to TORU’s complete mockery of his opponent, as Zyon isn’t even able to rise off the canvas, let alone administer a beating. With boos starting to rise around him TORU gets back to his feet with a malicious grin, then grabs his opponent and hauls him up to a vertical base. This time the Japanese Hammer underhooks both his opponent’s arms and hoists him up before twisting Zyon in midair to bring him down backfirst over one knee with the Tigerbreaker! Zyon yells out in pain again and TORU drops to make the cover… ONE! TWO!! THHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! “YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” “LET’S GO ZY-ON!” “LET’S GO ZY-ON!” The Bethlehem crowd are fully behind their diminutive hero, but the kickout was only by the narrowest of margins. TORU looks rather frustrated at his opponent’s refusal to lie down and die, and accordingly gets back to his feet and heads for the nearest ringpost. Once there the big man begins to climb, facing out towards the crowd. The nearby contingent of hardened TKO fans are chanting as hard as they can, but they get drowned out as TORU raises both middle fingers to salute the entire audience… “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” …then jumps off backwards with an Air TORU moonsault, sending 264lbs of manflesh towards the prone form of the Unique Youth. Unfortunately for TORU, Zyon gets his knees up. “OOOFFF!!” “YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!” “Zyon’s not dead yet!” Pete bellows at the top of his lungs as TORU rolls away holding his ribs. “He’s taken a hell of a beating, but there’s still fight left in this courageous young man!” “Ah, spare it,” King snaps, “the jackass can’t even get up!” Indeed, it seems that Zyon is struggling to rise and keep his momentum going. Nevertheless the Unique Youth is giving it his best shot, and as he rolls over onto all fours the sounds of the crowd seem to spur him on to greater efforts. Although his back is screaming at him, Zyon struggles up to one knee only to see a hunched but rather annoyed TORU advancing on him, nursing his ribs. The big man reaches out one hand- *CHING!* -and Zyon slams his forearm up into the Japanese Hammer’s happy-happy-joy-joy area! TORU’s eyes cross and the man from Saitama Prefecture starts to crumple to his knees; before he can fall to the mat however, Zyon grabs the ladder from the corner and slams it into TORU’s chest. The big man staggers back into the corner, and with a Herculean effort Zyon ignores the pain in his back, takes a firm grip on his weapon and charges it into TORU’s chest once… *THUD!* …twice… *THUD!* …three times! *THUD!* “LET’S GO ZY-ON!” “LET’S GO ZY-ON!” With TORU gasping for breath Zyon manoeuvres the ladder until he can fit it right over TORU’s head, then as it rests on the top buckle where the big man is slumped Zyon places the other end on the ground to form a sort of ramp before walking with some care straight up the ladder until his toes are nearly touching his opponent’s chin. Zyon then raises one foot… and stamps on TORU’s head with the crowd chanting along! “ONE!” “TWO!” “THREE!” “FOUR!” “FIVE!” “SIX!” “SEVE-” -but before Zyon can get any further TORU slams his hands up into the ladder, jolting it. The Unique Youth tries to retain his balance but TORU extracts his head and tilts the ladder, sending Zyon flying over the top rope to the floor! The Japanese Hammer turns away, ladder held crossways across his chest and a big smile on his face… but he didn’t notice that Zyon landed on his feet on the arena floor! “What agility!” Pete exclaims, “Zyon is like a cat!” “Small, hairy and makes an annoying screech when you step on him?” King suggests. “Yes Dogger, I think we can both agree on that one.” Although his back is definitely not happy, Zyon is able to pull himself onto the ring apron and then, as TORU mocks the fans on the other side of the ring, to the top buckle. The big man turns back around and Zyon leaps off the top… *WHAM!* …dropkicking the ladder that TORU still has held across his chest! The Japanese Hammer goes down with the steel having been driven into his ribs, but Zyon lands on his back and winces in pain! “Zyon refuses to die, and he’s hitting TORU with everything he has now,” Pete says, “but can he really win a war of attrition? It seems his moves are hurting him almost as much as they do TORU!” Regardless of that, Zyon crawls over to his opponent and drapes one arm across TORU’s chest… ONE! TWO!! TH- -but the big man kicks out despite his stinging ribs, and Zyon must continue working for his win. The Unique Youth staggers back to his feet and notices in dismay that TORU isn’t staying down either; the Japanese Hammer is already on all fours and looks to be getting his legs under him in preparation to stand. Zyon seems to figure that he’ll make something from this, and as TORU rises he boots the bigger man in the gut, then places him in a standing headscissors… “Hah!” King snorts, “that’ll never work!” Indeed, if Zyon is going for the Final Hour piledriver, it isn’t working. Strain as the young man might he is completely unable to shift TORU, and the effort only makes his back hurt more. Now aware that he should have tried something else Zyon seems to be thinking quickly, but not quickly enough as TORU abruptly straightens up and back-bodydrops Zyon over his head… *whump* …but Zyon lands on his feet again! TORU turns around to see what has happened to his opponent, and Zyon leaps into the air before lashing backwards with his right leg to connect with TORU’s jaw with what a certain announcer would call as a Pele kick! *CRACK!* “YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” TORU goes down like a clubbed manatee, but Zyon seems to have got his second wind now and even though it’s clear the landing jarred his spine again he is back up onto his feet and heading for the top rope! Once there the Unique Youth raises both arms above his head for a little extra ‘whip’, then somersaults off with the ‘Dawn’ 450 splash that connects right onto TORU’s ribs! *BANG!!* ONE! TWO!! THHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! “Dammit, I thought he had him there!” Pete cries in dismay as TORU just squeezes one shoulder off the canvas. “Nevertheless, Zyon has really turned this match around, and now it is the Unique Youth who is firmly in control!” Zyon can’t seem to believe that he didn’t get the win with that move, but the young man from Indiana just shrugs and gets back to his feet, then begins the task of hauling TORU up after him. It takes some considerable effort but Zyon has the bit between his teeth now and will not be denied. Finally the Japanese Hammer comes upright and Zyon grabs his wrist to try and Irish whip him into the ropes. TORU isn’t completely out of it yet though, and has enough presence of mind to use his superior bulk and reverse the momentum, sending Zyon in instead. The big man waits for his opponent to rebound, but Zyon surprises him by leaping up and snaring him with a headscissors… …that turns into a round-the-body… [“OK, who’s doing what to who here?” Suicide King asks in confusion.] …and finally ends with an armdrag that sends the disorientated TORU onto his back in the corner of the ring! “LET’S GO ZY-ON!” “LET’S GO ZY-ON!” The Unique Youth soaks up the chants of the fans as he waits for TORU to rise, then charges into the corner and leaps into the air again to wrap both legs around Takahara’s head and snap backwards with a hurricanrana! TORU bumps his head on the way down, but Zyon isn’t satisfied and places one boot on the big man’s throat! “YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” “THAT’S NOT FAIR!” King roars at the top of his lungs. “Payback is a bitch, Applewhite!” Longdogger Pete snorts, “now sit down!” After a few seconds of good wholesome babyface choking, Zyon has had enough and leaves his opponent be. However, the Unique Youth is still on the offensive and he grabs the ladder from where TORU dropped it, then sets it up in the middle of the ring. With TORU still on the mat Zyon begins to climb, heading for the summit some twelve feet above him… “Fans, Zyon’s going up and this could get messy!” Pete exclaims, “this young man has very little sense of personal safety!” “Or personal hygiene!” King shoots back… but he sounds worried. And well he should be, because Zyon has stopped just below the top of the ladder. The Unique Youth places both hands on the top rung, takes a deep breath… and vaults clean over the top rung, plummeting down twelve feet or so to the canvas and mashing TORU’s face with the Fallen Angel legdrop! *WHAM!!* “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” “HO-LY SHIT!” “HO-LY SHIT!” “CHRIST ON A CRACKER,” Longdogger Pete bellows, “ZYON IS INSANE!” The Bethlehem crowd think so too, and are making no secret of the fact. Meanwhile, Zyon himself is rolling around in agony on the canvas as his tailbone protests heartily at its mistreatment. “Pete, I hope you realise that he’s just broken his spine!” King snaps. “Someone should have stopped this kid from competing long ago for his own safety, and to preserve some sense of quality in our programming!” Zyon may be in severe pain, but TORU isn’t moving. Zyon seems to have realised this and, with gritted teeth, the Unique Youth hauls himself over the mat to drape one arm over his opponent’s chest to make the cover… ONE! TWO!! THHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE… …NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! “So close!” Pete calls in dismay as TORU just, just kicks out while chants of ‘That Was Three!’ echo around the Stabler Center. “You gotta believe that on any other day that move would have got the pinfall if only Zyon hadn’t hurt his back so badly on the landing, and don’t forget that while TORU hasn’t helped matters, JJ Johnson was the man who gave Zyon an Exploder Suplex into the ringpost on Smarkdown! Zyon collapses back onto the canvas for a moment, unable to believe that he didn’t get the win. However, whatever else he may be, Zyon is a realist. He’s not going to hang around feeling sorry for himself while there’s a match to be won. “LET’S GO ZY-ON!” “LET’S GO ZY-ON!” “Where is he getting it from?” Pete asks in amazement as the Unique Youth struggles up to his feet, grabs TORU’s wrist and starts pulling. The effort merely causes Zyon to wince and hold his back, but a moment later the young man from Indiana is at it again, and this time manages to start dragging the weight of the Japanese Hammer across the canvas towards the ringropes. “Must be some form of illegal substance,” King surmises. “I demand a spotcheck!” Zyon has now managed to haul TORU to the edge of the ring, where he slides under the ropes and continues to pull the big man out. Some vague instinct causes TORU to try and keep his feet once they hit the floor and Zyon literally helps his groggy opponent to stand, then walks him over towards the announce desk. “…why is he coming this way?” King says, suddenly nervous. “Nothing good ever happens when they come over here!” With a wearied flick of his head, Zyon indicates that Longdogger Pete and Suicide King should vacate the area, then rests TORU on the edge of the table and pushes. The Japanese Hammer slumps onto the desk, and Zyon backs off before turning and heading for the ring. The Unique Youth climbs up onto the ring apron, then starts climbing the turnbuckles… “Oh no, this is not good!” King protests, waving his hands. “You get down from there this minute!” “Or you’ll do what?” Pete fires back, “stop his allowance?” “Don’t tempt me!” Zyon has now reached the top buckle and stands tall for a moment, facing out towards the crowd. The Unique Youth has thrown more or less everything at his opponent without ever quite getting the result he wanted. Now he has just one trick left in the bag. And so, with the flashbulbs of hundreds of cameras going off around him on all sides, Zyon leaps off the top buckle into the air, jacknifing as he does so and then diving down towards the announce desk where TORU still lies… “FIIIIIIIII-NAAAAAAAAALLLLLLL FLAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHH!!” *KEEERRRRRR-AAAAAASSSSSSHHHHHHHH!!!* “HO-LY SHIT!” “HO-LY SHIT!” “HO-LY SHIT!” As the fans chant and pound for all they’re worth, the nearest camera operator hurries forward to get a close-up of the carnage. There, lying in the wreckage of what was once an announce table, is the non-moving and broken body of a SWF competitor. Just the one. *SWF REPLAY!* This camera shot shows Zyon leaping off the top buckle, but it also shows that at the last moment, TORU rolled to one side and dropped ungracefully off the announce table. Meaning that when Zyon hit, he hit backfirst straight into the wood and plastic of the desk without taking his intended target with him. *SWF REPLAY!* “HE MISSED!” Pete gasps in dismay. “TORU moved at the last moment, and Zyon missed!” TORU seems to have realised what’s going on, and the Japanese Hammer crawls over to the crash site and locates Zyon’s body, then drapes one arm over his opponent’s chest. Brian Warner, clearly wanting to check on Zyon’s health but called into duty, drops to make the count… ONE! TWO!! THHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! *DING-DING-DING!* “Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner,” Funyon booms as ‘Teethgrinder’ by Therapy? kicks up over the PA system again, “TOOOOORRRR-RRRUUUUUUUU… TAKA-HAAAAAARRRRRRRAAAAAAAAA!!” TORU himself is finding it difficult to stand, but a still-slightly-wobbly Chris Card comes forward to provide a shoulder for the Japanese Hammer to lean on, along with the stolen Tag Title belt. However, most eyes are on Brian Warner as he urgently motions to the back for help. “Fans, it seems that Zyon may be badly hurt,” Pete states in sombre tones. “We’ll have KOJI Kitano taking on Spike Jenkins in a few minutes, but right now we need to take a break.” As Pete stops speaking a chant is heard in the background: “ZYYYYYYYYY-ON…” “ZYYYYYYYYY-ON…” “ZYYYYYYYYY-ON…” FADE OUT Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Chuck Woolery 0 Report post Posted October 8, 2005 “And welcome back to SWF Storm, ladies and gentlemen!” Ben Hardy enthusiastically greets the home audience from a anonymous backstage area. “With me is the SWF World Heavyweight Champion, El Luchadore Magnifico!” The camera zooms out, revealing Magnifico standing next to Hardy, the World Title over his shoulder and a cheerful grin on his face. “A pleasure as always, Ben.” ELM earnestly says. “Er, likewise.” Hardy respons, taken somewhat off guard. “Let’s get right to business; on Smarkdown, it was revealed that Spike Jenkins beat Tom Flesher at Genesis VI, and as such was awarded a shot at your World Heavyweight Title at Ashes 2 Ashes.” ELM visibly sobers as Ben continues. “What are your thoughts on Jenkins being the next challenger to your title?” Hardy questions. Magnifico sighs and thinks for a moment before answering. “I’ll be completely clear with you. Spike Jenkins sickens me.” ELM simply states. “Up until he had made his deal with Joseph Peters, I had no real problem with the guy. Of course, he suffered from the crippling weakness that is so prominent among the so-called ‘fan favorites’ of this Federation, but otherwise, I had no strong feelings towards Spike one way or another.” “But that all changed when he became Peters’ puppet.” Magnifico continues, his voice raising slightly. “Spike decided to take the easy way out. Instead of fighting his way to the top, he became Peters’ lapdog and did whatever he asked in pursuit of a title shot. He was a good little servant. He did what he was told.” “I can’t tell you how much that disgusts me.” Ben processes Magnifico’s answer before asking another question. “Does this have anything to do with the fact that it was Flesher who Jenkins beat to get his shot at the World Title?” ELM stares at Ben for a moment before answering. “Somewhat, yes.” Magnifico finally says. “Flesher was the greatest competitor I ever had the honor of facing. He took me to my limits every time we fought, and I believe some of the greatest matches of my career were with him.” “But this is about something larger than that.” ELM snaps, abruptly changing the topic. “This is about honor. About fighting on your own terms. About what happens when the cowardly and the weak challenge the strong and virtous.” “I will show Spike Jenkins what being the World Champion is all about.” Magnifico declares, the smile returning to his face. “He is a sniveling, shirking, son of a bitch, a man who doesn’t deserve to be within a hundred feet of this belt.” “He is nothing. I will make him realize that.” ELM meets eyes with Ben, smiles broadly, and walks off camera. Hardy watches him leave, raising his eyebrow as he does so... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Chuck Woolery 0 Report post Posted October 8, 2005 “It’s main event time here on Storm, and it features two of the most intense competitors we have on our active roster!” proclaims an excited Longdogger Pete. “Todd Cortez and JJ Johnson have seen better days, as they’ve both suffered recent setbacks. Now tonight they’ll take part in an enviroment they’re both very familiar with…one with one rule…there are no rules!” “So cliché.” “Eat me.” The bell sounds, and the Dapper Don of Ring Announcing climbs into the ring, ready to do what it is that he does. FUNYON Ladies and gentlemen, this next contest is scheduled for one fall, and is your main event of the evening! As soon as those words leave Funyon’s lips, the sound of Mos Def’s “Oh No” gets the crowd going, as it means the entry of one of the SWF’s most popular starts is just moments away. Sure enough, Todd Cortez steps through the curtain, clad in his trademark shades and bulletproof vest. The Pennsylvania crowd welcomes Cortez with open arms, and the Urban Legend looks extremely motivated as he heads to the ring. “Listen to this reception for Cortez as he...WAIT JUST A SECOND!" *CRASH* The sound of glass shattering is picked up by the cameras, and Cortez drops to the ground, revealing JJ Johnson clutching the remains of a glass lighttube in his hands! He continues his assault, rolling Cortez onto his back, then takes the jagged remains of the tube and digs it into the forehead of Cortez, cutting him open before the match even gets underway! "We expected a war tonight due to all the ingredients being there, what with Johnson out for revenge from his previous loss to Cortez, as well as his alignment with Landon Maddix, but I don't think anyone here, including Todd Cortez, was prepared for this!" Cortez screams in pain as the glass shard is slid across his forehead, opening up a gaping wound that poors blood from the get go. Johnson then pins Cortez down in the aisle and mounts his shoulders, clubbing at the wound with closed fists, staining the tape that is wrapped around his fingers. Cortez covers up quickly to deflect Johnson's hard strikes, and is then brought to his feet by JJ, who takes him to his feet and leads him to the ring, rolling him into it. "Johnson pounced on Cortez as soon as the Urban Legend stepped through the curtain, brutally assaulting him with that lighttube and not giving him any space for a comeback. Cortez hasn't even been able to remove his bulletproof vest!" "Knowing Johnson's mindset tonight, that might be for the best!" Referee Nick Soapdish, who has watched the carnage of the early moments of this contest from the ring, calls for the bell. Johnson hovers over a groggy Cortez, and as the Urban Legend rests on all fours, JJ blasts him across each side of his face, switching off between left and right arm strikes as he beats on Cortez with some sick crossface shots that splatter the blood of the popular superstar on the arms of his rival! Cortez falls to the canvas, but is pulled to his feet, as Johnson hooks the collar of the vest, then raises Cortez in the air with a back suplex attempt...but Cortez manages to escape, floating his body all the way over and landing on his feet. Reacting quickly, he hooks Johnson and tries the same manuever, but JJ shifts his weight and forces Cortez to fall to the canvas with himself on top of him, and he hooks a leg for the pin already! ONE! NO! "Cortez is trying to take the fight back to Johnson after being worked over for the last several moments, but Johnson has remained one step ahead of him thus far." Cortez kicked out easily, but Johnson is up on his feet before Cortez and drives his knees into TOdd's head as he recovers. Cortez staggers back, but he's grabbed by the wrist and sent across the ring, as Johnson looks to snatch him on the rebound. He turns to the side and hooks Cortez's waist as if for a side slam, but again Todd uses the momentum from the run to spin his body up and over the shoulder of JOhnson, and in one swift motion he floats over and spikes JJ with an inverted DDT! The back of JJ's head bounces off the canvas and he rolls away clutching his head, rolling all the way out to the floor! "Cortez again manages to one-up Johnson just when JJ thought he had the advantage, and now JJ is taking the high road to break any momentum Cortez can gain!" Johnson kneels at ringside, holding his head, while a bloody Cortez finally removes his bulletproof vest, which he takes and hurls down on Johnson! The vest bounces off JJ's back and he reels from it, selling the blow with a grimace and cringe, while Cortez quickly fires himself into the ropes and picks up speed before launching himself through the middle and top rope with a tope that causes a collision between he and JJ Johnson on the outside! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA H!" "High risk move that paid off in dividends for Cortez!" After a few moments of rest on the floor, Cortez comes to his feet and tears off his wifebeater, using it to soak up the blood on his forehead and stop it from getting into his eyes. He then takes the plasma soaked article of clothing and clutches it in his hand, bringing Johnson up to his feet...and then smears the blood-soaked shirt in his face! "Oh man, that's just...ugh. That's horrible!" Johnson pulls away and stumbles around ringside, doing a pratfall before getting up and storming away, spitting and wiping his face. This keeps JJ preoccupied long enough for Cortez to motion to one of the ringside fans to hand him a steel chair, and he takes it and jogs across ringside, catching up with JJ and slamming the chair across his back! Johnson drops to all fours, and Cortez hovers over him, moving towards the front of his opponent, so that when JJ stands up and lifts his head, Cortez charges forward and cocks the chair back, bringing it forward across the forehead of Johnson and knocking him off his feet! "I don't know what hurt worst...catching the chair across the head, or dropping to the concrete as hard as he just did!" The crowd gives Cortez the thumbs up for the chairshot, and the Urban Legend presses on, dragging Johnson, who now has streams of blood running down his face, up to his feet. Todd quickly hoists him up and stuns him with an inverted atomic drop, then swings around and lifts Johnson off his feet again, carrying him to the guardrail and dropping him hard across it, crotch first! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" Johnson reels, but Cortez isn't done, as he raises his arm and holds one finger up to signal for "one more". He pulls Johnson off the guardrail and holds him back suplex style, then runs forward and drives Johnson crotch first into the ringpost before letting him go and watching him fall to the ground! "Apparently we here at the SWF believe in spaying and neutering our superstars." Johnson rolls around ringside in agony, and Cortez motions for Soapdish before dropping to the floor and covering JJ. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! "Looks like the Crotchshot Trifecta won't be enough to secure a win here tonight!" Cortez brings Johnson up after the failed pinfall attempt and rams his head into the apron to keep him dazed. Johnson staggers away, and when Cortez comes up from behind and grabs him, JJ fires his leg back and catches Cortez low, bringing the Urban Legend down! "Watch out Cortez, instant karma's gonna getcha!" chuckles Suicide King. Cortez grunts in pain, while Johnson manages to get himself together and focus on his opponent. He takes Todd's right arm and applies a standing armbar, but while holding the arm fires off a pair of roundhouse kicks to the chest of Cortez, then forces Todd face down to the concrete. Still clutching the arm, Johnson then steps on Cortez's neck, pinning his head down on the floor as he tries to force a submission! "We know of Johnson's background in mixed martial arts, specifically UFC fighting, and right here and now he's utilizing that submission training to try and put Cortez out!" "One guy is a trained fighter, the other a notorious street fighter. Johnson has taken a lot of punishment in his life and survived, while Todd has been known to find new and exciting ways to hurt people. This is going to be a case of who can hurt who the most first and capitalize." "Let's not forget that Johnson is a stablemate of Landon Maddix, who I'm positive is still reeling from the Genesis loss that saw Todd Cortez put an end to their feud. It's not out of the question for Johnson to be acting as a hitman for Maddix and put Cortez out of the SWF here tonight!" Johnson yanks on the arm to pull Cortez up, then delivers a quick knee to the bread basket before whipping Cortez towards the guardrail. At the last second, Cortez drops to the floor and slides UNDER the railing and into the crowd, then gets up and leaps onto the railing, springboarding towards Johnson...who leaps off the floor himself, and catches the airborne Cortez with a dropkick to the ribs! "Amazing move by Todd Cortez, but the payoff was short-lived, as JJ Johnson saw him coming and struck him down with a beautiful dropkick!" exclaims Longdogger Pete. Cortez lays wounded at ringside, while Johnson gets up and dusts himself off after delivering the dropkick. Once again, he forces Todd to get to his feet, then drops his shoulder and rams Cortez back first into the ring apron before throwing him up on the apron and pushing him under the bottom rope and into the ring. Cortez rolls inside the squared circle, and JJ hops up on the apron, then propels himself into the air, springboarding off the top rope and delivering a sternum crushing elbowdrop that sends a jolt of pain through the body of the thuggish Cortez! With his opponent in no position to fight back at the moment, Johnson slithers out of the ring and to the floor. He throws the ring apron up and scavenges under the ring for a moment before revealing what it was he was looking for...his trademark kendo stick! "Johnson came out with a lighttube at first tonight, but has now found his preferred instrument of destruction!" shouts out Pete in a frantic state. JJ rolls into the ring, and as Cortez comes back to a vertical base, he's met with a blistering kendo stick shot across the forehead, striking him across his already bloody temple! Todd drops to the mat, and JJ quickly rolls him onto his stomach and seats himself on Todd's lower back, then takes the stick and brings it across Todd's throat and pulls back, using it to choke his foe out! "Almost like a camel clutch here, but instead of wrenching back on the head and neck, JJ Johnson is blocking off the air supply, looking for the choke!" "This is a guy who can choke you out with his bare hands, but instead he's adding some incentive to it. Cortez has absorbed some pretty vicious shots in the last several minutes, and something like this could seal the deal for Johnson!" Soapdish looks on, and every few moments checks on Cortez. Being a hardcore contest, he can't stop the use of the kendo stick (or anything else, for that matter), but he watches on, and asks occasionally if Cortez can continue. Groggily, Cortez shakes his head "no", and after the fourth time that Soapdish asks him if he's sure, Johnson transitions from the rear choke to a scissors choke, as he rolls over and uses the choke to pull Cortez on top, then scissors his legs around the Urban Legend to prevent escape! "So many factors are motivating Johnson tonight. Payback for the parking lot brawl, the fact that he can make good with Maddix, and that putting a man like Todd Cortez out of action would be a huge coup for him as he makes a name for himself in the SWF!" Johnson pulls back on the kendo stick, but Cortez grips it with his own two hands and pushes upwards, trying to unblock his air passage. Johnson tries to fight the struggle, but realizes that it's no use resiting Cortez's comeback. With the crowd rallying behind him, Cortez pushes the stick away from his throat, but Johnson lets go of it by his own will, and quickly locks on a sleeperhold! "Brilliant segueway by Johnson, going from the choke into a sleeper to keep Cortez grounded!" The crowd boos loudly, thinking that their hero was on his way to comeback city. Johnson keeps Cortez trapped, but Todd squirms, rolling to his side to try and escape the body scissors. Todd wriggles his body, and eventually manuevers himself free of the trap, but Johnson will not release the sleeperhold so easily. Todd pushes up to his feet, and quickly turns himself to the side, shooting Johnson off of him and into the ropes to break the sleeperhold. He leaps up as Johnson rebounds towards him, and lands on his shoulders, pulling him over with a hura...NO! Rana attempt is blocked with a vicous powerbomb! All the air Cortez just sucked back into his system is promptly driven from his body, and it looks to happen again, as Johnson keeps hold of the Urban Legend, lifting him up before dropping him a second time with a powerbomb! Johnson hesitates for a moment, then does another dead lift of Cortez, pulling him up into the air...but the weary Cortez uses an eye rake to stun his foe! Johnson reels and loses his grip, dropping Cortez to the canvas! Todd manages to land on his feet, then quickly springs upward, drilling Johnson with a clothesline that carries them both over the top rope and down back out to the floor! "Desperation counter to Johnson's assault has put both men back out on the concrete where this whole thing started!" Soapdish slides out of the ring and looks on as the weary Johnson and the even more battle worn Cortez remain sprawled out on the floor. Cortez lays face down, while Johnson sits up and holds his head before rolling to his feet. Wearily, he pries Cortez from his spot on the floor, then simply hurls him to the ringpost. Cortez collides hard, cracking his forehead on the steel beam, then simply slouches back to the floor. Johnson comes over and catches his fall, holding him by the back of the neck, then leads him around ringside and up the aisleway before ultimately disappearing behind the curtain! "JJ Johnson is leading Cortez through the arena, and we need a camera backstage! Can we...OH MY LORD!" Pete's request for a camera backstage was granted, just in time for the viewing audience to see JJ Johnson throw Cortez across the catering table! SWF wrestlers and staff back away and look on as Johnson stalks his opponent, topping the table over in order to get to him. JJ reaches down for his opponent, but suddenly pulls away and cries out in agony as he stumbles away from his opponent! "What the...why is Johnson moving away?" Johnson seems to be tending to his eyes, and is swinging his arms blindly, but Cortez is nowhere even near him. The Urban Legend realizes he has bought himself some time and slowly rises to his feet, the blood pouring from his forehead. Cortez looks down and picks up a small, unknown item, then moves towards Johnson. Making sure to keep his distance so that Johnson doesn't catch him in his blind rage, Todd waits for the right moment to strike, then spins Johnson around and smashes something across his forehead...something that causes Johnson to scream VERY LOUDLY. " YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HH!" No one is certain what Cortez did. Stab him with a fork? Throw salad dressing in his eyes? Force him to eat a radish? It’s not until the cameras catch a trail of white powder on the floor near Johnson (and no, we don’t mean he was doing his best Scarface impression before the match). "What the, what did...WAIT! KING, LOOK! IT WAS A SALT SHAKER!" "Yeee-ow! Cortez took the cliche of pouring salt in an open wound and made it a reality! Not only did he blind JJ Johnson, but he's got him at his mercy, all thanks to something I use to flavor my steaks!" Johnson rests on one knee holding his head in his hands, hoping the stinging pain will go away, but with his defenses down Cortez takes the opportunity to grab a coffee pot and shatter it across his skull! JJ collapses, and Todd rolls him onto his back and hooks a leg. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! “Johnson escapes in the nick of time by getting a shoulder up!” Cortez, now the one on the offensive, brings his still-blind opponent up and leads him around the backstage area before throwing him up against a wall! Blood stains the white wall as Johnson slams face first into it, and Cortez rips a nearby fire extinguisher off the wall and swings it right at JJ’s head, but Johnson ducks in the nick of time! The extinguisher makes a huge dent in the wall, and Johnson quickly takes Cortez to the floor with a double leg takedown, and looks to clobber him with forearm shots…but Todd puts the extinguisher in the path of the blow, and Johnson slams his left arm hard into it! “Great move by Todd, using the extinguisher as a shield to stop JJ from going back on the offensive!” Johnson gets up and backs away, clutching his left arm in his right hand. This gives Todd the room he needs to make it back to his feet, and JJ realizes this, but when Johnson approaches he’s met with a blast of cool fog from the extinguisher that hampers his vision! Johnson coughs and tries to wave the fog away, but Cortez paces right through it and takes his foe by the hair, tossing him into a nearby door! Johnson reels and winds up pushing the door open and staggering through it, and Cortez follows. The camera man is the last one through the door, and we now see that this battle has spilled out into the Parking Lot! “The last time these two were in a parking lot together, it wasn’t good for Johnson, as he got his head put through car windows and then had it spiked on the roof of a car with the Riot Act Plus!” Johnson staggers through the rows of cars, with Cortez right behind him. JJ turns around, and Cortez, still wielding the extinguisher, brings it around and tries to nail JJ with it…but Johnson ducks, and Cortez winds up smashing the window of a car with it! JJ acts instantly, pushing Cortez hard into the body of the car, then takes him and slams his head into the hood of it! “Here they go with the cars again!” Cortez falls back, nearly losing his balance, while Johnson approaches and fires off some quick jabs, then moves in close and takes Todd by the head, tying him up in a front facelock. Johnson tries to force Todd down to the ground, but Cortez pushes his feet off the ground and moves Johnson back. JJ fights back, using knee strikes to pummel Cortez, then picks him up and drops him on the hood of another car with a vertical suplex! “Pete, you realize no good is going to come of this, right?” “I know, King. I know. But we still have to call it.” With Cortez draped over the hood of the car, Johnson climbs up as well, and pulls Cortez up over the windshield and onto the roof. He hooks Todd’s arms in a butterfly lock, but before he can capitalize on having the arms trapped, Cortez manages to bring his arms out of the lock, and picks Johnson up across his shoulders…but JJ slides out! He quickly spins Cortez around and swings his arm out for a short clothesline, but Todd ducks and uses a go behind while simultaneously reaching up and hooking the outstretched arm, finishing JJ off with a release half nelson suplex that sees JJ land with a sick head drop on the trunk of the car before falling to the ground! “Talk about cringe-inducing! JJ Johnson just got spiked on his head for the second time in as many months by Todd Cortez in a parking lot!” Cortez, who lost enough blood in the opening minutes to make a weaker man pass out, drops to all fours on the roof of the car. Johnson lay motionless on the ground, and that’s good enough for Cortez, as he’s able to take a moment to relax himself and catch a much needed breather. Cortez makes his way off the car and to the pavement, coming around the back of the car and looking down at his foe, face buried in the cement. Cortez leans over and paintbrushes the back of Johnson’s head and gets no response or show of defense from the former UFC fighter, so he brings him to his feet. The blood stained face of Johnson is not a pretty sight, and Cortez stares him down, despite the fact that Johnson’s eyes are 95% closed. Holding him by the hair, Cortez takes Johnson and hurls him in the direction of the car next to them, and puts Johnson’s head through the back window! “Déjà vu!” Johnson is lifeless, but Cortez quickly pries his body from out of the car, then takes him by the head and sends it careening through the front driver’s window, sending glass everywhere! “He had him beat! What’s the point!” “I think the point is very clear, King. Todd Cortez is free of the chains of Landon Maddix, he’s free of the chains of Revolution Zero…there is nothing that can hold this man back from claiming the glory he deserves, and he’s sending a message to the SWF!” “What message would that be? Don’t park in front of my house?” “I was thinking more along the lines of “mercy is for the weak” or “this could be you”.” Cortez pulls the lifeless body of Johnson out of the car for a second time, then throws it up onto the hood, where it remains for a few moments while Todd regains his composure. Once he catches his breath, Cortez hops up on the car as well, and pulls Johnson up onto the roof, and it looks like we’re going to relive a very familiar scene. ”We know what happened last time, and it looks like it’s time for a sequel!” “Eh, sequels usually aren’t as good as the first one.” “Godfather 2.” “Point taken.” “Grease 2.” “…Pete?” “Sorry.” Cortez stands over Johnson, who is motionless. He reaches down and pulls him up, but in a shock, he doesn’t pull him into a standing headscissors…the obvious setup for the Riot Act Plus. Instead, he pulls Johnson to a vertical base, holding him steady, and then moves behind him, wrapping his arm up and around his head while wrenching back on the left arm. Cortez then drops to the roof himself with Johnson atop him, and he wraps his legs around him, trapping him in a body scissors…for the first time in what seems like years, Todd Cortez is putting him out with the Street Dreams! “The Street Dreams! Todd’s trademark move upon his entry to the SWF!” “He’s kicking it old school!” “…King?” “Wait, so you can mention Grease 2 on a wrestling broadcast, and I can’t spout one cheesy line?” “Fair enough.” Soapdish, who has kept his eye on the carnage, crawls up onto the trunk of the car and looks into the eyes of Johnson…well, he would be if they were actually open. Cortez wrenches back on the dragon sleeper, while Soapdish surveys the damage it’s doing. He grabs the wrist of Johnson and lifts his arm, but as soon as the referee releases, it drops back down. Soapdish quickly motions to the cameraman that it’s over, and a muffled roar can be heard coming from the inside of the arena, as the Smarktron has passed the word on that Todd Cortez just choked JJ Johnson out! “It’s official! Todd Cortez has taken this one tonight, here on Storm!” Soapdish quickly tells Cortez that it’s all over, although the Urban Legend takes an extra moment or two to keep the hold applied before releasing. As he stands up, Soapdish gives him a hand, then raises his arm up to solidify the victory. Cortez, bloody and battered, immediately hops off the car and heads towards the arena, blowing right through the backstage area, as the sound of his music is heard, signifying his victory inside the arena. ”Cortez just scored a major victory, and now what’s he…it looks like he’s coming back out here!” Sure enough, the curtain swings open, and the fans explode when Cortez steps into the arena portion of the Hammerstein once again. “Cortez has made his way back out to the ring, and…well, looks like we’re about to find out why!” To the shock of anyone who follows the SWF, the normally quiet Cortez, who prefers to let his actions speak for him, has requested the microphone from Funyon. The popular announcer gladly obliges, and Cortez rolls into the ring, looking battle worn after the encounter. “I know I don’t do much talking” starts Cortez “but I’ve got something to say. I’ve accomplished a lot in a short time here. Right off the bat when I came into this company to be Mike Van Siclen’s tag team partner, we became champions. Hollywood Boulevard became THE team in the SWF. We went through everyone and anyone, and win or lose we always held our heads high, and you people saw us through thick and thin. When that all came to an end thanks to Revolution Zero and Mike’s retirement, I didn’t let it get to me. I never backed down, no matter what they, or anyone else threw at me, and because of that, I represented this company as its United States champion as well as its Hardcore Champion. Then, just last month, I ended something that went deeper than competition and titles. I ended a war, a personal vendetta, against Landon Maddix. A man who tried to damage me personally and professionally, and victimize the people I love. If there is one thing you don’t do, you do not make my family or my friends a part of your beef with me, not without consequence at least.” The crowd applauds, as Todd continues. “So now, here we are. Todd Cortez, the Urban Legend, doing what he does best, and that’s putting someone down. Johnson, nothing personal, but any friend of Maddix isn’t a friend of mine. You found out what Todd Cortez was all about last month, and this time, well Mr. UFC, I choked your ass out. Still, you’re not the reason I’ve got the mic in my hand either. I’m here to issue a warning, to anyone and everyone, friend and foe. I have done all I’ve said I would do. I’ve tasted some, but not all the glory in this company. There have been times that I’ve been this close (Cortez makes the finger motion)…well now, I think it’s time I got a little closer.” The crowd pops, feeling what Cortez is hinting at. “I’m a fighting spirit. I thrive on competition. I get an adrenaline rush when I spike heads off this canvas. Now it’s time that I put Revolution Zero, Landon Maddix, and the personal wars behind me. Now it’s time to stand my ground and focus, and maybe, just maybe, represent this company in a way that I’ve dreamed about since the first time I walked through that curtain.” After speaking those ominous words, Cortez tosses the mic down, and exits the ring to the sound of his theme, looking forward to a hot shower and a good night’s rest. “Well, that was unexpected, but I don’t think there is one person who can honestly disagree that Todd Cortez doesn’t deserve a shot at championship gold once again!” “He’s spent more time defending the honor of his girl and himself these last few months, and now he’s looking to steer back onto the career path and add to his resume. That’s good business, but by pulling a grandstand challenge like that, he’s just painted a target on his back!” “If anyone can survive it, it’s that man. We’ll see how this situation develops soon enough, but for now, we’re outta time! For the one and only Suicide King, this is the LDP saying we’ll see you next time, and thank you for watching the SWF!” ----------------------------- SWF Storm, 10-07-05 A Riot Act Production ‘Raising workrate by typing faster’ ----------------------------- Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
