Justice 0 Report post Posted November 10, 2005 (edited) The camera fades back from the crowd to the studio, where Ben Hardy sits waiting behind an anchorman desk. He gives a hearty smile to the camera and starts to speak. “Hello and welcome to SWF Aftershocks! Tonight, in our special Post-PPV edition of SWF programming, we’ll be filling in the public on what happened this last Monday at Ashes to Ashes. For those of who didn’t buy it, you missed one hell of a PPV!” The camera fades back from the crowd to the studio, where Ben Hardy sits waiting behind an anchorman desk. He gives a hearty smile to the camera and starts to speak. “Hello and welcome to SWF Aftershocks! Tonight, in our special Post-PPV edition of SWF programming, we’ll be filling in the public on what happened this last Monday at Ashes to Ashes. For those of who didn’t buy it, you missed one hell of a PPV!” The camera turns left, as does Ben Hardy, and picture in picture shows up on the screen. Inside the box: Wildchild, Todd Cortez, Johnny Dangerous, and Marcus Ward, the two teams staring each other down. “At Ashes to Ashes, one of the most emotionally charged matches of the night was between the former teammates Wildchild and Johnny Dangerous. Having been at odds in recent shows, both wrestlers had requested a match at Ashes to Ashes. Of course, the Commissioner didn’t trust them in a singles match, so he put them together with two of the toughest wrestlers in the SWF today to make sure that they didn’t completely kill each other.” He turns to face camera right. “These two were Todd Cortez, a man who had previously beaten World Champion El Luchadore Magnifico, and Marcus Ward, who had beaten Todd Cortez, who had beaten… er…” Hardy fumbles with his notes for a second before collecting himself. “Well, all four men were looking for a fight, and they got one at the Tokyo Dome! Both teams had some spectacular hard hitting moves…” * * * * “Wildchild and Cortez are showing the continuity that made them both multiple-time World Tag Team Champions!” shouts Pete, as Todd comes in through the ropes and kicks Marcus in the elbow, nearly hyper-extending the tender joint! Cortez continues to hammer away at the elbow, and then takes down the Mastermind with a modified Judo trip! Cortez gets up and tags Wildchild back in, and then walks back over to hold Ward’s arm in place as the Bahama Bomber leaps onto the top turnbuckle and then dazzles the crowd with his agility by turning a cartwheel on the top rope! “What phenomenal balance by the Wildchild!” exclaims Pete. From the handstand position, Wildchild flips forward, landing in a seated position on the top rope, and then bounces off the rope, flipping back into the ring to crash onto Ward’s arm with a modified split-legged moonsault! DUB CEE! DUB CEE! DUB CEE! “Unbelievable agility by Wildchild!” gushes Pete. “I’ve never seen anything like that!” * * * * The crowd cheers loudly, as Cortez hops down and drags a weary Ward out of the corner after being dazed by ten hard fists. Marcus gets snapmared to the canvas, and then Cortez winds up before delivering a hard kick that sends shockwaves up his spine! Todd then hops over Ward and hits the ropes, but before he rebounds, Dangerous runs across the apron and pulls back on Todd’s head, pushing him to the canvas! The crowd doesn’t like that one bit and lets Johnny know it, but Wildchild does them one better by running into the ring and springboarding off of Marcus Ward as he rests on all fours, leaping up into a Hurricanrana that takes Johnny Dangerous off the apron and to the floor! “WOW! Did you see that?” “Of course I saw it you nincompoop, but what does Wildchild think he’s doing? He belongs in the corner and waiting for a tag, there was no need for that!” “What about what Johnny did?” “What about it?” “I figured you’d say that.” The two men who once made up the popular Wild & Dangerous tandem are both down on the floor, while in the ring Todd Cortez does battle with the man who has bested him in the past. Todd strikes with several right hand jabs, but Ward comes close and rakes the eyes, then delivers a knee to the stomach for good measure. He lifts Cortez up for a vertical suplex, but doesn’t follow through, choosing to hang Cortez upside down instead. Ward shows off his strength as the blood flows downward, rushing to Todd’s head before Ward releases his grip, throwing Todd forward and pancaking him on the canvas! Marcus follows up, pulling Todd up and bringing him off the mat with a waistlock, up onto his shoulders...but Todd falls to his feet, countering the powerbomb attempt by slipping out of Ward's grasp...AND THEN GETS CLOTHESLINED OUT OF HIS BOOTS~! "Guess this Cortez/Wildchild duo isn't as quick as they think!" quips King. Ward starts stomping on Cortez, kicking him multiple times on the upper body before bouncing off the ropes and connecting with a kneedrop! He covers, hooking a leg to ensure that his opponent stays down. ONE! TW-NO! * * * * Todd comes in to make the save! As Harding is admonishing Cortez for coming into the ring, Johnny gestures for Ward to join him for a double team maneuver. He then pulls Wildchild to his feet and whips him into the ropes, but the Bahama Bomber reverses, sending Johnny in instead! WC springs into the air to avoid Johnny with a leapfrog as he bounces off the ropes and the Barracuda barrels into Ward, knocking Marcus backwards into the ropes, and knocking Johnny down to his knees on the canvas! Sensing another opportunity to amaze the crowd, Wildchild races towards the edge of the ring, leaping into the air as he bounces off the ropes, and using Johnny’s back as a platform to double-jump across the ring, diving into the Mastermind’s chest… CRASH! … And knocking them both over the top rope and down to the floor with a flying cross-body block! HOLY S***! HOLY S***! HOLY S***! HOLY S***! HOLY S***! “Oh my God!” exclaims LDP. “What an amazing maneuver by the Wildchild! He actually ran off of Johnny Dangerous’ back to fly into Marcus Ward for that death-defying high cross-body!” * * * * Ward kicks out with authority at two, but WC beats him to his feet. Wildchild continues to batter him with right hands, before running towards the edge of the ring to launch into another maneuver, but Johnny drives a knee into his back as he bounces off the ropes! Deciding that he’s had enough, WC reaches over the top rope and grabs Johnny by the collar, threatening to hit him as the fans egg him on: KICK HIS ASS! KICK HIS ASS! KICK HIS ASS! KICK HIS ASS! “Referee Jefferson Harding is going to have to establish some kind of control here,” says King, “before Wildchild decides to go into business for himself!” Before Wildchild can finally give Johnny his comeuppance, though, Marcus slams a running kneelift into the small of his back! Ward makes the tag to Johnny, and then lifts Wildchild into a military press as the Barracuda climbs to the top turnbuckle. “Once again, Johnny Dangerous was able to take advantage of Wildchild’s emotional state,” says King, “and now, it looks like Johnny and Ward are about to go for something big here!” Marcus grunts as he strains to launch Wildchild overhead, just as Johnny comes off the top rope, snaring him in a ¾-facelock as he flies past… BANG! And driving him into the canvas with a Diamond Cutter from eight feet in the air! A hush falls over the Tokyo Dome as Johnny pops jubilantly to his feet, standing over WC and taunting him mercilessly! “OH MY GOD!” shrieks Pete. “That was one of the most devastating maneuvers I’ve ever seen!” * * * * “Well, Wildchild shouldn’t look back on his career in shame,” says King, as Marcus pulls Wildchild to his feet. “He hasn’t had the achievements of Johnny Dangerous, but multiple time Cruiserweight and Tag Champions is nothing to sneeze at!” Marcus whips Wildchild into the ropes, lifting him into the air as he bounces off the ropes to spin him into a tilt-a-whirl… but the Human Hurricane rolls over Ward’s shoulders, locking his arms and legs around the Mastermind’s arms in a crucifix pin attempt, only to suddenly pitch his weight backwards, snapping Ward off his feet… BANG! … And snapping his head backwards onto the canvas with a sensational crucifix bomb! DUB CEE! DUB CEE! DUB CEE! DUB CEE! “Holy cow!” shouts Pete. “Don’t count Wildchild’s career as over quite yet, King! It looks like he just re-joined the ranks of the living… in a BIG way!” * * * * “But at the end of the night,” says Hardy as the last clip fades out, “there was only one team that could win. It all came down to this exciting conclusion…” * * * * “I’m pretty sure that Cortez and Ward are the legal men, King,” replies Pete. While Wildchild and Johnny take their fight into uncharted territory, Marcus Ward attempts to regain control of the match inside the ring, as he whips Todd Cortez towards a neutral corner, but the Urban Legend reverses, rifling Ward into the turnbuckles instead, and then racing towards the ropes as he staggers out of the corner… BANG! … Knocking him silly with the Hollow point! The crowd erupts as Todd bounces back to his feet and gives the sign for the R.A.P. “My goodness!” cries LDP. “We could see the Riot Act Plus right here!” “I can’t believe it,” says King, as Cortez pulls Marcus into a standing headscissors. “If he hits this, it’s over!” The Urban Legend locks his hands around Ward’s waist, and then leaps over his back, pulling the Mastermind’s weight over with him as he lands on his feet… BANG! … AND SPIKES HIS HEAD INTO THE CANVAS WITH A FLIPPING PILEDRIVER! “That’s it!” proclaims Pete, as Cortez hooks the leg and pulls back hard. ONE! “You can count to a million,” finishes Pete. “He won’t get up from that!” TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! The Tokyo Dome erupts into cheers as “Oh No,” by Mos Def begins to play once again! Megan slides into the ring and scrambles to her feet, leaping into Todd’s arms in a passionate embrace, as Funyon rises from his ringside seat to give the official word: “The winners of this contest,” booms Funyon, “the team of the Wildchild… and TODD COOOORTEZ!” * * * * “Indeed, with Todd Cortez and Wildchild securing the victory, one can only wonder about the consequences. When will Wild and Dangerous finally be able to get a fair chance at each other? What will happen with Todd Cortez, who has now both a win over the World Champion and an impressive PPV win? Just stay tuned and we may just find out!” Fade to Commercial Edited November 10, 2005 by Justice Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Justice 0 Report post Posted November 10, 2005 "Hello again everybody, and welcome back to SWF Aftershocks. I'm Ben Hardy." Pause... change angles... turn into the camera... "A couple of shows before Ashes to Ashes, Marcus Ward was set to go one on one with the infamous Mystery Man, who turned out to be none other than returning SWF star Stryke. Stryke pulled out the win on his first match back, and as a result, was granted a shot at the Cruiserweight Championship." Pause... change angles... turn into the camera... "The man holding that title, JJ Johnson, was more than willing to accept this challenge, making quite a name for himself as a champion willing to face all comers." Pause... change angles... turn into the wrong camera... look confused... recieve pay cut... turn into the right camera... "And so, at Ashes to Ashes, held at the Tokyo Dome in Tokyo, Japan, one of the most successful Cruiserweight champions in recent memory took on a wild card in the returning Stryke." -=-=-=-=- CUT TO: -=-=-=-=- DING DING DING! “Here we go!” shouts Pete as the crowd is silent, staring patiently at the two men in the ring. Those same two men are staring patiently at each other, circling each other, but never changing their focus. Their path of walking draws them closer and closer, until finally they lock up in a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Muscles bulge as they struggle, neither man getting anywhere, until finally Johnson and Stryke break the hold and begin circling again. Various fans in the crowd call out, but their cries echo throughout the massive dome as the two men continue to try and visually get a feel for each other. They go into another lock-up, and this time Johnson is quick to duck under the Australian’s arm and into a rear waistlock. Stryke is quick to spread his legs as far apart as he can, deadweighting the champion, before slipping his arm into the hold and spinning out of the waistlock into an armwringer, twisting the arm forward as Johnson slaps at his shoulder. “Johnson was likely looking for one of his patented German suplexes there,” says Pete. “Those things have some serious impact, and Stryke was wise to use a low-effort, high-reward escape. Now he just needs to find a way to follow up on this armwringer before Johnson finds his way out of it.” “Johnson will find a way out. He’s the champion, it’s his job.” says King, rather smugly, as Johnson wriggles the trapped arm’s fingers, trying to keep the numbness out of it. Once he’s satisfied, Johnson judges the direction of the twist and rolls forward, relieving the pain in his arm and allowing him to twist the surprised Stryke’s arm into his own armwringer. Stryke rolls forward, onto his back, and kips up to polite applause from the crowd before he works that armwringer into an armwringer of his own, then goes from that into a hammerlock. Johnson takes a moment, then spins out of the hammerlock and into a hammerlock of his own before transitioning said hammerlock into a chickenwing. From there, he tries to reach his other arm around into a crossface, possibly to try for a Milennium but Stryke sees it coming and ducks his head before managing to wriggle his arm out of the chickenwing and duck around before tucking his head under Johnson’s arm and lifting... “BACKDROP DRIVAAAAAHHH...” begins Pete. “OOOOOHHH...” begins the Japanese crowd. ...but their excitement is unfounded, as Johnson flips out of the move before Stryke even begins to fall back, then shoves Stryke in the back as hard as he can before dropping to the mat and rolling out of the ring, swearing under his breath as he begins to pace back and forth on the outside. “What is this? Johnson is running away?” asks Pete, almost bemused at Johnson’s actions as Stryke gives the Canadian a funny look. "Early on in the match, it seemed like Stryke had shaken off his ring rust, and was taking the Cruiserweight Champion to task..." TW-kickout! Stryke rolls himself out, and takes advantage of the arm between his legs by rolling to his knees, twirling as best someone in his position could before performing a dive of his own, catching Johnson off-guard with La Magistral! ONE! TWO! But Johnson forces his free shoulder off of the mat before the final count, and rolls backwards. Unfortunately, by doing that, he’s put himself into an armwringer, and Stryke grabs the arm before jumping from his knees to his feet and continuing to work the hold. Johnson rolls forward, then back onto his shoulders, then kips up, but Stryke is waiting and forces him back down with a judo trip. “Well, well. Who’s Mr. Judo now?” asks Pete, ever so glad to be showing King up, even if only for the smallest time. “Johnson is still Mr. Judo.” says King, standing firm. “Hell, Maddix could probably perform a judo trip.” Whether or not Maddix can perform a judo trip remains to be seen, but Johnson is smart enough to realize that attempting to get off the ground in this position is futile, and so instead twists around and hands Stryke’s hand over to his other hand as he slides his legs under it, then swivels his hips and swings his way up to his feet. Stryke reacts before Johnson does, and twists the arm up into another hammerlock, but Johnson is quick this time and reaches down between his legs and picks Stryke’s ankle for a modified single-leg takedown. The Australian falls, but he still has a grip on Johnson’s wrist, and he wriggles his way through the champion’s legs and into a reverse pumphandle as he lifts and dumps Johnson on his shoulders, then maintains the grip and flips over the Canadian with a modified jackknife! ONE! TWO! NO! Johnson thrusts his legs and escapes the pin just in time to avoid a two-count as the crowd goes into another moment of polite applause for the inventive maneuver, and the actions leading up to it. “What the hell was THAT?!” cries King, almost outraged at the maneuver. “That sure as hell wasn’t a normal wrestling move.” Pete smiles, as he realizes what Stryke is doing. “Exactly, King. It’s not normal, it’s not in any of the books, and as such, Johnson’s not ready. He’s countered every regular thing Stryke has thrown at him. It’s when things like the La Magistral and what we just saw come into play that Johnson is helpless. Stryke may not be able to out-muscle or out-fly Johnson, but damned if he can’t out-think him.” “And the first shot of the war has been fired!” shouts Pete over the growing noise of the crowd as Johnson and Stryke continue to glare at each other, neither man wanting to make a move towards the other. Soapdish glances from one man, to the other, back to the first, and back to the other, and tries to encourage them to fight each other. Johnson obliges, rushing in and clubbing Stryke in the temple with his elbow. This staggers the challenger, but doesn’t topple him, so Johnson rocks him with a few forearm blows before whipping him to the opposite ropes. The Aussie bounces off, and comes back with Johnson attempting to slam him to the mat with a belly-to-belly, but Stryke is just fast enough to use his leg as a preventative measure, forcing it into the gap between Johnson’s legs and stopping the lift’s explosive momentum. Stryke is in what could best be described as a bearhug, but he bends himself back and gives Johnson a few clubby forearms of his own. This loosens the Canadian’s grip, and Stryke forces his way out of the hold before sprinting to the opposite ropes and coming back with a flying forearm shot... ...that Johnson catches and flips Stryke over into a tilt-a backbreaker! "But in the blink of an eye, the tables were turned, and Johnson had the upper hand." Johnson brings Stryke to his feet before hoisting up and dropping him down with another backbreaker, pendulum this time. Stryke grabs at his back and cries out, and Johnson grins. He’s been looking for this. The Canadian wastes no time rolling Stryke onto his front and leaping into the air, coming down hard with a knee drop to the back. Again, Stryke groans, and this time decides the best idea would be to roll out of the ring. Holding at his back, Stryke walks up to the guardrail, looking out over the crowd and seeing looks of sympathy. Those turn into looks of fear quickly, though, and the Aussie quickly turns to see Johnson in mid-pescado, still holding onto the ropes with one hand as he begins to fall towards his victim. Stryke is wise to do what he does, which is duck. However, it’s not the right time, as Johnson merely lands on the apron, back to Stryke. He then pulls himself back into the ring, before pulling himself up AGAIN, this time turning 180 degrees and stopping on the top rope. Well, stopping for a second, as Stryke is unfortunate enough to look up just as Johnson is at the apex of his Spaceman Quebrada! Johnson doesn’t come down directly on Stryke, but he does come close enough to catch him in an inverted facelock on the way down, landing on his feet like a cat before lifting the Australian up into the air... ...AND SWINGING HIM BACK DOWN WITH A FALCON ARROW ON THE RAILING! The Japanese crowd oohs and aaaahs at the move as Stryke writhes on the arena floor, clutching at his back with increased fervor and letting out a low moan that draws pity from all within earshot. Well, except one. And unfortunately for Stryke, that one person picks him up and rests him back-first over the railing before springing to the top of the railing and delivering a double stomp to the chest that warps his spine even more! Johnson smirks as he steps effortlessly to the top of the railing, and then hops to the ring apron before stepping into the ring and breaking the count. With that taken care of, Johnson steps back out onto the apron before leaping to the second rope and sailing back with a picture-perfect Asai moonsault that causes champion and challenger to meet chest-to-chest and forces Stryke’s back to contort once more before slipping off of the railing and being driven into the concrete shoulders-first! "It seemed like JJ Johnson had the match all wrapped up, but as it turns out, Stryke still had a few tricks up his sleeve..." Johnson takes advantage and unwraps his legs before dropping to the floor, rolling into the ring to break the count and back out to meet Stryke. Surprisingly, the Australian rushes in quick, and Johnson lashes out with a clothesline to take down the rushing challenger! Unfortunately for him, Stryke ducks under the clothesline, and turns around, tucks his head under, lifts, and THIS TIME ACTUALLY DOES MURDER JOHNSON WITH A GODDAMN BACKDROP DRIVER ON THE FLOOR! The crowd EXPLODES as Johnson ricochets dangerously off of the thin mats before coming to a rest on his stomach, his eyes open, but glazed over. Stryke pays for his heavy lifting, grabbing at his back with his face in a grimace as Soapdish begins his count. ONE! TWO! Stryke forces his way to his knees, and begins to crawl towards the unmoving Johnson. He stops about halfway, and takes a short breather. Adrenaline is slowly taking over for his back, and it’s not like the champion is going anywhere. THREE! FOUR! FIVE! “STRYKE IS A MADMAN! A GOD-DAMNED MADMAN!” shrieks King as Johnson twitches sporadically on the floor, Stryke getting to his feet and dragging Johnson there as well. The Canadian is still largely unconscious, and slumps down into a position that’s much harder to lift. SIX! SEVEN! It takes some work, but finally, Stryke shoves Johnson into the ring, and rolls in himself, breaking the count. With considerable effort, Stryke drapes an arm over the chest of the champion, and Soapdish drops for what might be the last count of the match. ONE!!! “No, dammit!” cries King. TWO!! “This is it!” shouts Pete, more than excited about Johnson finally being dethroned. TTTTTTHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOO!!!! "Unfortunately for Stryke, his second wind didn't last..." Stryke stands, and lifts Johnson up to his feet before securing a front facelock, lifting him up and dropping him across the ropes... “Slingshot brainbustahhh...” begins Pete. ...and taking him up, but with a lightning fast shift in weight, Johnson secures an inverted facelock and takes Stryke down to the mat, and rolls over into a back-mounted dragon sleeper! “LAND OF NOD! I hate that Johnson had to steal a submission from LANDON, but it’s certainly effective. And with Stryke’s back hurt, I’m not sure how long he can last!” The answer is not very, as Stryke reaches depserately for the ropes, practically having a seizure in his attempts to reach the ropes. One particular swing brings him as close as he may very well get, and the his fingertips graze the stands, but it’s not enough for the ref to call the break. And with his back contorted the way it is, there’s only one real option... TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP! DING DING DING! “Scapegoat” kicks up to polite clapping from the crowd, and Johnson immediately breaks the hold before grabbing his belt and leaving the ring, staggering up the ramp as he clutches the back of his neck, coming very close to collapsing as he strides up to the entranceway. With the string of clips now over, we return to Ben Hardy in the studio. "Stryke put up one heck of a fight, but in the end, it wasn't enough to dethrone the reigning King of the Cruiserweights." Pause... change camera angles... turn... "Coming up later in the show, we'll show you highlights from the amazing ladder match between TKO and Cucaracha Internacional, and we'll also be hearing from Landon Maddix. All that and more coming up, on Aftershocks." Fade to commercial... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Justice 0 Report post Posted November 10, 2005 We come back to Ben Hardy sitting at his desk, shuffling his notes around. “How was I supposed to know you wanted left? The guy motioned to the other side! What do you MEAN I’m taking a pay cu-“ Suddenly, he turns right into the camera, putting on a fake grin. Signal pay cut #2. “Last night, the location wasn’t the only thing that was foreign,” starts Hardy once again as the picture in picture turns into Landon International and TKO, “The SWF provided a bit of international support, with the Tag Team Champions, Landon International, defending against Hometown heels TKO.” Hardy turns, and the camera cuts to the left. “The newest sensation out of Japan, TKO was looking to make a rather triumphant return to the Tokyo Dome, despite being utterly reviled in their home country. Establishing themselves as a tag threat, they went up against Landon Maddix and International Champion Jay Hawke in a Ladder Match to remember…” * * * * With both members of TKO suffering extreme cases of testicular trauma Landon and Jay Hawke seem to decide that they might be able to win this quickly; each man grabs an opponent by the hair and throws them out through the ropes, then the team of Cucaracha Internacional exits the ring on the opposite side and begins hunting underneath the ring, presumably for a ladder. Sure enough, after a few seconds Landon strikes paydirt and begins to haul on something, slowly bringing the form of a ladder into view. He and Hawke bring the metal contraption out and place it under the bottom rope in the ring, but they’ve reckoned without the recovery powers of TKO. Even as the two men on the outside look up two pairs of boots charge across the ring and dive into baseball slides, driving the ladder back into the chests of Maddix and Hawke! Cucaracha Internacional stagger away and collapse as the metal drives the breath from their lungs and TKO congratulate each other in the ring (although still wince as they move around). “I can’t believe they fell for that,” King comments, shaking his head. “Never, ever put the ladder there! You just don’t do it!” TORU has now grabbed the ladder and lifted it up, then balanced one end on the top rope and slanted the other end down to the floor. He slaps KOJI on the back and points to Maddix and Hawke, then stands on the end of the ladder to stabilise it. Kitano backs off until he touches the far ropes, then runs forward… …straight up the ladder… …and jumps off with a corkscrew plancha! His twisting body strikes Hawke square in the chest, but one foot apparently catches Landon in the head and the Cockroach goes down as well! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” * * * * The Cockroach slides into the ring but TORU is still getting back up, so Landon decides that this won’t do; he’ll have to take TORU out of commission once and for all to get enough time to grab the titles. With this in mind he runs for the far ropes and rebounds, only to find Takahara now too close to the ring for any sort of dive. Accordingly La Cucaracha changes his plans at the last second and instead swings his body between the top and middle ropes with the old 605 attack, but instead of booting the face of someone slumped over the second rope his feet connect with the jaw of TORU outside the ring! The Japanese Hammer stumbles back as Landon lands on his feet, and now Maddix sees his chance. He runs to the far ropes once more for as much momentum as possible, rebounds and charges across the ring… …leaps to the top rope… …and sails out into the air of the Tokyo Dome with a Spaceman Plancha! *whump* And gets caught in mid-air by the strong arms of TORU Takahara. “What in the hell!?” Pete exclaims as TORU staggers but continues holding Landon across his chest as if for a fallaway slam, “how did he do that?” ‘How’ is not much of a concern to Landon right now. What La Cucaracha knows is that he’s in deep, deep trouble, and thrash as he might he can do nothing as his opponent drops to one knee with a punishing backbreaker, then straightens up again with Maddix still firmly in his grasp. Landon barely has time to take a breath before the world suddenly moves violently and unexpectedly… *BANG!* “Blockbuster Slam!” Pete roars, “Blockbuster Slam on the outside! TORU Takahara just performed a standing moonsault with Maddix in his arms and crushed the Cockroach against the floor of the Tokyo Dome!” * * * * Jay Hawke is caught in an agony of indecision. On the one hand, he doesn’t want to see his tag team partner at the mercy of a chair-wielding brute like TORU. On the other hand, he still doesn’t want to get out of the ring and face Takahara. His time for making a decision is running out though, as TORU has reached the wheezing Landon and raises his weapon above his head… *CRASH!* …and TORU staggers and falls as Hawke hurls the only available weapon at him; the ladder! “YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Hawke steps through the ropes, ready to follow up on his attack, but he stops there. TORU has landed face down with the ladder resting across the back of his head, and Hawke sees an opportunity for big gains that don’t normally present themselves to a man with such conservative and submission-based preferences as himself. The Dean of Professional Wrestling gathers himself for a moment, then leaps off the apron… *SMASH!* …and legdrops the ladder into the back of TORU’s head! * * * * The Dean of Professional Wrestling picks himself up despite still moving a little gingerly, but KOJI is a hard man to put down and Hawke decides he needs a weapon. He grabs the ladder as Kitano staggers back up to his feet and drives it at him, but it’s unwieldy and KOJI manages to grab the end! Each man struggles for a moment without success, but then a noise causes Hawke to look around and he sees TORU Takahara climbing through the ropes with bad intentions writ large on his face! The Dean seems frozen in place as TORU charges him, but then moves sideways at the last moment to bring the other end of the ladder into conjunction with the running TORU’s midsection, the resulting impact not only halting the Japanese Hammer but ramming the other end into the gut of his tag team partner KOJI! “OOOoooofff…* Both members of TKO drops to their knees and clutch their stomachs as the wind is driven out of them, but Hawke hasn’t finished yet. He picks the ladder up and puts it over his shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry, then as TKO start to stand he begins to spin in a circle and brings each end of the metal contraption crashing into TORU’s and KOJI’s heads! *CRACK!* * * * * With KOJI on the table Landon slides back into the ring, then climbs to the top turnbuckle and prepares to jump… but suddenly hears a noise behind him and looks over his shoulder to see TORU back up and charging him! Instead of going through with his plan Landon leaps backwards, twisting in midair to deliver a mushroom stomp to the onrushing Takahara and landing on his feet behind the Japanese Hammer! TORU runs chestfirst into the turnbuckles and rebounds where Landon grabs him, turns him around- “OOFF!” -and receives a knee to the gut. “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” TORU proceeds to kneel down in front of the winded Maddix and place both hands together, apparently begging for mercy… then reaches up and jabs one finger into La Cucaracha’s eye! Landon whirls away with his vision blurred by tears but now it is TORU’s turn to grab his opponent, and the Japanese Hammer Irish whip Maddix towards the propped table in the far corner! However, Landon has other ideas and reverses the momentum on the surprised Takahara- *CRUNCH!!* -who goes through the table headfirst! “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Landon grins as the crowd cheer, and with Jay Hawke finally starting to stir Maddix decides to try and take his other opponent out of the match for good. Accordingly he climbs back to the top rope and raises both arms above his head… “SENT FROM ABOVE~!” …before jumping off, coming down backfirst with a senton splash! *KER-RUNCH!* “Ouch,” Suicide King remarks. “HE MISSED!” Pete bawls. “KOJI rolled aside at the last second, and Landon Maddix crashed and burned on the Sent From Above!” * * * * “Even after all this, the Tag Champs were still going strong, and with a few great moves of their own, they looked like they were on their way to a hard-fought title retention…” * * * * Hawke clings on, no matter how much KOJI tries to kick him away. Unfortunately for Jay he can’t seem to pull KOJI off either. With this in mind Hawke takes a gamble and releases his grip, allowing KOJI to scamper away up the ladder… but the Dean heads after him, and reaches up to grab Kitano’s tights at the waists! Hawke twists away from the instinctive back-kick this time, then climbs up another rung by pulling himself up on KOJI before reaching up… and applying a chickenwing to Kitano’s right arm as the Japanese wrestler flails desperately at him! “No!” Pete says in astonishment as the two men grapples unsteadily on the ladder, “Hawke isn’t… he is! He’s trying to apply the Wing Span on the ladder!” KOJI knows that this is bad news, but from where he is he has few options. Normally he could twist or fight his way out of something like this, but without steady footing and room to manoeuvre his technical wrestling ability is virtually useless. He can’t climb further up the ladder with Hawke clinging onto him, and sooner or later they’re either going to overbalance or he just won’t be able to hold on and they’ll fall off. Oh well, if you’re going to fall anyway, might as well do it when you’re ready for it… *BANG!!* “KOJI just threw himself off that ladder,” Pete exclaims, “…but Hawke held on, and he’s got the Wing Span locked in!” * * * * “But the night was hardly over, and just as the Tag Champs looked in control, a few familiar faces appeared…” * * * * “It’s JJ Johnson!” Pete shouts in amazement as the Canadian wrestler appears at the top of the entrance ramp and begins jogging down. “He’s already been out here once tonight, defending the Cruiserweight Title against Stryke, but now he’s coming down to help Cucaracha Internacional keep the Tag belts!” Landon simply grins at KOJI with the odds now starting to swing definitely in his favour, but he is surprised when KOJI smiles back at him. Maddix tilts his head to one side curiously, but Kitano points past him back up at the entrance ramp. Cautiously, well aware that this could be a trick to put him off-guard for a surprise attack Landon looks around… …and sees a familiar figure charging down the entrance ramp after the oblivious Johnson! “IT’S BLAZENWING!” Pete yells in amazement. “Cucaracha Internacional made a fool of him a couple of weeks ago and now he’s coming up behind JJ Johnson with-” *KER-RACK!* “-a Singapore Cane,” King finishes with a touch of relish as Johnson stumbles and goes down under the former-jobber’s wild swing. Landon looks on in horror as his backup goes down… then gets back up again and whirls around to confront his attacker! David Blazenwing wades in again and swings his weapon, but Johnson just catches it in mid-air and wrenches it out of his grip. The former Ultimate Fighter then points a trembling finger at his suddenly unarmed enemy and wheezes something along the lines of ‘what the fuck is your problem!?” Even someone as deluded as Blazenwing can’t be faulted for backing away from an enraged JJ Johnson… but as all this unfolds, Landon is growing increasingly desperate in the ring as the third member of Cucaracha Internacional is distracted! Maddix turns away from the grinning KOJI once more, just to see if he can attract Johnson’s attention… …and a man who up until now has been studiously reading a newspaper in the front row all evening leaps up and vaults the guard rail, revealing himself to be none other than Chris Card! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Technical Perfection pulls a small black cylinder from his suit pocket and hurls it over the ropes to KOJI, who catches it expertly. Then as Card slides into the ring Maddix turns back around, and KOJI pulls the trigger on the Aerosol Equalizer! *FSSSSSSHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTT!* “AAAAARRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!” Landon staggers backwards, clutching at his eyes, and the steel chair drops from his grip. With La Cucaracha stumbling around Chris Card motions for KOJI to get up the ladder, then crosses his thumbs over his head before- *WHAM!* “Calling Card!” King yells as Card’s foot smashes into the blinded Landon’s chest cavity, “that’s how you do a Super Kick, Landon!” * * * * TORU and KOJI rise to their feet and head for the ladder. Landon is wheezing for breath and still appears to be blinded. Jay Hawke has been knocked into next week. JJ Johnson has just finished delivering the UDV to David Blazenwing on the entrance ramp and turns around to find to his horror that matters have progressed considerably, but even as he tears towards the ring with all his considerable speed Chris Card rolls back in and grabs the chair that Landon dropped, then stands guard! Johnson circles the ring like a wolf on the wrong side of a chainlink fence, but he can do nothing as TKO climb higher… …higher… …grab the title belts… …and unhook them! *DING-DING-DING!* “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN,” Funyon booms with some effort, “THE WINNERS OF THE MATCH AND NEW SWF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS OF THE WOOORRRLLLLLLD… TEE! KAY! OHH!” * * * * “Well, as the new pair of Tag Team champions, TKO has certainly made an impact in their short time here. But what is Landon International’s response? And who will be the next up-and-comers gunning for the Tag Team Titles? Stay tuned and we’ll find out!” Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Justice 0 Report post Posted November 10, 2005 "So, what now?" Jay Hawke's question is the one on the mind of all of Cucaracha Internacional. It's the question on the tip of all of their tongues. Only thing is, he's the only one who's summoned himself up to actually say it, while his supposed 'leader' sits silently in his plane seat, first class of course, staring blankly at a copy of GQ Magazine. It's what all the kids are reading. "We go back to America." replies Landon flippantly, trying to avoid the subject. "And then what?" "And then we put ourselves and our careers into the hands and personal whims of the beloved booking commitee!" Maddix finally snaps, tossing the magazine at his feet. "You go back to being International Champion, JJ goes back to being the Cruiserweight Champion and I go back to being routinely screwed over week in and week out. Only, now, I have the 'pleasure' of having to deal with a certain Max King. Again. So I spend a month professing my hatred for the guy, we brawl around some arenas, call each other some names, maybe have a pull-apart brawl or two...I haven't decided on that quite yet...while all the while, title shot after title shot passes me by and goes to useless waste of space nobodies like Wildchild and Spike Jenkins and Johnny Dangerous." Each name Maddix says is in disgust. Hell, everything he's said ever since Ashes 2 Ashes came to an end has been in disgust. He's a very bitter young man you see. "So, that's it then?" Hawke eventually asks. "TKO win?" Maddix turns to Hawke and shrugs. "Just like that?" "Look at it like this, Jay. Were the belts worth the hassle? Was being the SWF World Tag Team Champion really, honestly, worth all the running around trying to actually hold the damn straps?" "It's a belt. That's what the business is about, holding belts." Affording himself a little chuckle, Maddix shakes his head. "Jay, Jay...you've a lot to learn, kid." "I'm eight years older than yo..." "If you're ever going to reach those stars that you're aspiring towards, you've got to get you priorities in order my friend. We're sitting on this plane, looking at a long haul back to America. The food sucks, we're going to have days of jetlag to get over, the in-flight movie is some crappy prequel with Wes Davenport in the leading role." Hawke shudders. "I'm sore from head to toe. These damn DVT socks are itchy as hell. Everytime I cough, I'm scared I've caught Bird Flu from somewhere...thank you, American media! And for what? To get the piss beat out of me with a ladder, by two Japanese nobodies, for the Tag Team Titles? Was it worth it? Somehow, I don't share your opinion. It's NOT worth it, Jay." "But, what about all the planning, trying to steal the belts back..." "I've been thinkin a lot since then. Look..." Maddix wipes the hair from his eyes and sighs. "King coming back has made me re-assess where my career is going. This time last year, I was competing in the Cold Front Classic Tournament. I won the Cold Front Classic Tournament. I went through hell to get past eight other men, then defeated Toxxic for the World Title. THAT was worth it! Now? What reason do I have to fight HopALong King? Personal gain? Personal hatred? Career aspirations? No. None of them. I'm going backwards, Jay! I'm stuck re-enacting September 2004 when I should be going after the World Heavyweight Title!" "So..." "So? Don't you see Jay? None of it matters. None of it! Does it matter if I beat Max King? Not particularly. Does it matter if I lose...kinda. But not a whole lot. All that matters, to me, is the SWF World Heavyweight Championship! You might be happy with your title or going for the Tag Team Titles. I'm not. I've done that before. Now I want back...back where I was this time last year, back on the track that's going forwards, not back on the track that's backwards to what was once forwards." "I...I'm sorry, you lost me." A sigh escapes someone in the seat in front of the duo, drawing their eyes up to JJ Johnson, who leans over his seat to where his buddies are. And, taking a hefty swig out of a bottle of water, he takes a deep breath before continuing. "He says...he wants...to be the Champion again." "Holy crap!" exclaims Maddix with a smile. "What?" "What?" "...you can TALK!?!" Sighing, JJ slithers back down his seat and can be heard sighing again. Beside Maddix, Hawke casually slinks off to the bathroom, leaving Maddix to take in the enormity of his new-found discovery, as the camera fades out. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Justice 0 Report post Posted November 10, 2005 As we return to SWF Aftershocks, the camera pulls in on Ben Hardy, who idly leans against a television monitor and scratches his nose. "BEN!" "Huh? Wh-Oh! Oh God! Um... hi! Hello! Welcome back to Aftershocks!" Offscreen, you can almost hear the numbers falling off his paycheck. "In the Main Event of Ashes to Ashes, reigning Champion El Luchadore Magnifico took on "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins, in what was shaping up to be a fairly controversial match. In the weeks leading up to the show, Spike Jenkins's luck took a turn for the worse, and he began racking up more losses than anyone would care to remember. Many fans and SWF Superstars were angry that Spike was still their number one contendor after falling into such a funk. When Ashes to Ashes finally rolled around, many people were worried - the wrestlers, the management, the fans... would the marquee match of the PPV end up a flop?" Pause... change angles... turn into camera-BONK. "Ow!" "You just lost another grand, Hardy!" "Come on, Pat, I've got kids to feed!" "No you don't!" ... "El Luchadore Magnifico's return to the SWF has proven to be one of his most successful runs to date, and he openly mocked Spike Jenkins two shows before the Pay Per View, causing him to lose to Ghost Machine by countout... it was clear that the World Heavyweight Champion did not view his challenger as a threat." Pause... change angles... pray you don't screw up... turn into camera.... "Well, that turned out to be a big mistake. Spike Jenkins came into Ashes to Ashes with his game face on, and he shocked the fans and the world by giving El Luchadore Magnifico a real run for his money..." DING DING DING ELM and Spike slowly approach the center of the ring and one another, pacing around the canvas until they’re both within arm’s reach of each other. When that happens, both men simultaneously lunge forward and lock up in the middle of the ring, pushing each other back and forth and vying for control of the match. After a moment, ELM manages to pull Spike into a Side Headlock, wrenching away on his neck as Jenkins looks for a way to escape the hold. He decides on elbowing Magnifico in the stomach as a means of escape, doing so repeatedly in an effort to weaken the luchadore’s hold. The strikes do just that, allowing Spike to break free of the Headlock and dash towards the far ropes. As Spike bounces of off said ropes, Magnifico suddenly charges towards him and lashes out with his arm, aiming it at Jenkins’ throat with a Lariat! Spike manages to duck beneath ELM’s outstretched arm and continue running, bouncing off of another set of ropes as Magnifico skids to a halt on the other side of the ring. As he comes off of the ropes, ELM suddenly spins around, sidesteps towards Spike, and throws his foot into the air, looking to drive it into Jenkins’ face with a Superkick! However, Jenkins manages to stop dead in his tracks before impact and throw his hands into the air, catching ELM’s foot right in front of his face! Wasting no time, Spike immediately throws Magnifico’s foot to the side, spinning him around on the mat three hundred and sixty degrees. When ELM completes his spin, Spike suddenly thrusts his open palm forward, slamming it into Magnifico’s throat with an unexpected Shotei! “Boo! Foul!” King cries. “Blatantly illegal blow to the throat!” “King, the Shotei is perfectly legal and you know it.” Pete rolls his eyes. “You’re just bitter because MacPhisto used to beat you senseless with the same exact strike.” King grumbles and mutters something under his breath, but leaves it at that. ELM stumbles backwards with his hand on his throat, choking for breath as the pleased crowd cheers and applauds. Before he can get too far, Jenkins grabs the stumbling luchadore by the arm and pulls him into a Front Waistlock, before hoisting Magnifico over his shoulder and falling backwards! Spike holds ELM at just the right position for his neck to land on the top rope, landing another blow to Magnifico’s ability to breath with the Hot Shot! ELM springs backwards off of the ropes and falls to the canvas, both hands on his throat as he struggles to get some air through his damaged windpipe. As the live audience cheers him on, Spike falls to his knees and covers the luchadore, hooking his leg as the ref slides into position and begins counting… ONE! TWO! No! Magnifico kicks out right after two, immediately quieting most of the crowd. “Spike just BLASTS Magnifico in the face with a Yakuza Kick and retakes control of the match in dramatic fashion!” Pete excitedly reports. “The move sure seemed to be a big hit with this audience.” King states in a conspiratorial tone. “Goddamn Japanese gangsters...they’ve invaded our arena! None of us are getting out of here alive! We’re all going to be gut like fish by katana-wielding thugs!” "However, as the match wore on, Magnifico fell back on old habits to turn the tide..." ELM stumbles away from Spike, a hand on his face, as Jenkins shakes off the daze caused by the recent blows to his head and follows after him. Spike comes up from behind Magnifico, grabs him by the shoulder, and turns him around, only for ELM to immediately jam his thumb into Jenkins’ eye! Jenkins stumbles backwards and curses loudly, but is drowned out by the thundering boos pouring in from every corner of the arena. FOUR! “Ah, the old standby, a thumb to the eye.” King proudly states, getting a little misty-eyed. “Magnifico’s a credit to heeldom everywhere.” Almost immediately after the eye poke, Magnifico steps forward and thrusts his arm upwards and into Spike’s chin with a European Uppercut. Barely able to see, Jenkins is caught off guard by the Uppercut and drunkenly flounders into the guardrail behind him. ELM leisurely follows Spike, pointedly ignoring the nearby vocal fans this time. FIVE! Magnifico pushes Jenkins up against the rail, pulls his arm back, and... CHOP! *SMACK* “WHOOOOOOOOOO!!” Spike reels and takes a step backwards, but refuses to relinquish his grip or let Magnifico down! Unfortunately for him, ELM’s really quite insistent on the matter, as he suddenly pushes himself backwards and off of Spike’s shoulders! As he falls off, ELM wraps his arm around Jenkins’ neck, pulling Spike down with him as he drops and driving his skull directly into the steps with a DDT! “UHWAAAAHHH!” THREE! “Hurrah! Magnifico takes advantage of Spike’s ridiculously misplaced overconfidence, reversing his Powerbomb attempt into a graceful, breathtaking DDT!” King waxes poetic. “Spike had a fine idea, but it just didn’t work out.” LDP grimly replies. “If he could have completed that Powerbomb on the steel steps, Magnifico would have been in serious trouble. Jenkins might have been able to roll him in the ring and get the pinfall right then and there.” “Yeah, sure, wildly speculate now that Spike failed to hit the move.” King scoffs. “As it is, Spike took another severe blow to his already-damaged head, which only makes the whole situation even sweeter.” Jenkins slides off of the steel steps and to the ground, completely stunned by the force of the DDT on the steps. A moment later, Magnifico begins to climb back to his feet, cursing under his breath at the fans in the few front rows, who are taunting and shouting at ELM with all the hate they can muster. When Magnifico stands, he grabs Spike by the hair, pulls the listless wrestler to his feet, and then unceremoniously rolls him into the ring. Magnifico rolls in a second later and covers Jenkins, which doesn’t endear him to the crowd any. ELM slowly reaches back and hooks Spike’s leg, doing so as the ref slides into position and begins counting... ONE! TWO! THR-No! Spike kicks out right before three, drawing a wave of relieved cheers from the live audience. “Shoot.” King snaps his fingers. “Thought Spike might have been done for good. Ah well, it’s not like I don’t enjoy watching Magnifico beat the piss out of Jenkins. I don’t object to this going on for a little while longer.” Magnifico rolls off of Spike and quickly climbs back to his feet, where he begins to kick away at Jenkins’ side, slowly rolling him onto his stomach with each painful blow. Once Spike is on his stomach, ELM grabs him by the back of his shorts, drags him to his feet, and immediately pulls him into a Rear Waistlock! The fans immediately respond with vigorous booing, and only grow louder when Magnifico begins to lift Spike into the air, apparently looking to drive him into the mat with a German Suplex! But before ELM can lift him too high, Spike reaches back with his foot and hooks it around Magnifico’s leg, preventing him from raising Jenkins any higher! Magnifico scowls and puts him back down...only to begin mercilessly bashing away at the back of Spike’s head with his elbow, furious at Jenkins for foiling his attempt at the Suplex! With Magnifico holding him steady with his other arm, Spike has nowhere to go and is too disoriented after the first strike to break free of ELM’s hold! After landing several cringe-inducing blows, Magnifico re-applies the Waistlock, releases a shout of pure, unadulterated rage, and lifts Spike into the air, right before falling backwards and spiking his neck into the canvas with a German Suplex! The fans wince as one upon seeing the impact, but then shift to panicked booing when they see that ELM’s held the bridge! The ref slides into position and begins counting, doing so as Magnifico does his best to keep his body tense and Spike down on the mat... ONE! TWO! THR-No! Jenkins breaks free of the hold right before the three count, allowing to crowd to breath a collective sigh of relief as he does so. “Well, I’ll hand it to Spike, he’s a tough little bastard.” King casually states. “A lesser man would have given up after having the vertebrae in his neck shattered by Magnifico’s legendary German Suplex.” “Spike’s in a bad way right now, but not all hope is lost for him.” Pete counters. “We just saw Magnifico’s anger get the better of him for Jenkins doing something as simple as countering a Suplex; what Spike needs to do is find a way to take advantage of ELM’s reckless emotional outbursts. Make Magnifico make a mistake.” "And Spike, ever resourceful, found a way to do just that... Magnifico begins to twist in mid-air, apparently looking to drive Spike’s skull into the canvas with a Tornado DDT! But before the luchadore can fall onto his back, Jenkins shoots his arms out and wraps them around Magnifico’s waist, grabbing and holding him in mid-air and preventing him from completing the move! Spike then immediately falls backwards, dropping Magnifico’s neck right onto the ropes behind him! “Another Hot Shot!” Pete excitedly reports. “Spike reversed Magnifico’s Tornado DDT, and now might have a small window of opportunity in which to strike!” A mighty cheer rises from the crowd as ELM springs off of the ropes and stumbles backwards, stunned and surprised by the sudden blow to his neck. Behind him, Spike is determinedly scrambling to his feet, knowing that he might not get an opportunity like this. ELM drunkenly spins around as he stumbles, coming face to face with Jenkins and cueing Spike to step forward, duck beneath one of Magnifico’s arms, and stick his hand beneath the other! Not wasting a moment, Spike immediately uses his hold to hoist ELM into the air, before quickly and suddenly falling onto his stomach, pulling Magnifico down with him and slamming his body into the canvas with the Highlighter! The pop that rises from the audience is ridiculous in its magnitude as Spike flops onto his back right next to Magnifico, his chest heaving as he stares blankly up at the arena’s lights. “Highlighter! The Highlighter! Holy shit!” Pete shouts, hardly believing that Spike managed to get the move off. “Spike comes out of nowhere with his signature Sidewalk Slam, his finisher from his SJL days!” “Yeah, good for him.” King spits. “Too bad Magnifico beat him senseless for the rest of the match, so Jenkins can’t even muster up enough strength to crawl over there and make the cover. Kudos to Jenkins for landing the ultimately-meaningless move, though.” At first, it seems as though King might be right, as Spike lays motionless on the mat, having not moved a muscle since landing the Highlighter. Slowly, surely, the crowd begins to rally Jenkins on, cheering and shouting at him to get over to Magnifico and cover him. “SPI-KUH!” “SPI-KUH!” “SPI-KUH!” Over fifty thousand excited Japanese fans get to their feet and chant as one, doing everything in their power to help Spike out. After a few moments, Jenkins finally stirs, turns onto his stomach, and begins to crawl over to ELM’s unmoving form. The cheers and chants only grow louder as Spike slowly, agonizingly claws his way over to Magnifico...before flopping onto ELM’s chest, making the cover as a ridiculously loud pop rises from now-frenzied audience. The ref slides into position and begins counting, the slaps of the mat echoed by the audience’s heavily-accented English... ONNNNNNEEEE!! TWWWWOOOOOOOO!! THHHHRRRRNNNOOOOO!! ELM gets his shoulder up mere milliseconds before the thee count! The disappointed crowd seems to bury their face in their hands and moan as one, hardly able to believe that Magnifico just kicked out. Jenkins seems just as disappointed as they are, as he rolls off of ELM and pounds the mat, frustrated at having gotten so close to victory only to have it snatched away from him at the very last moment. “No! Magnifico just manages to kick out of the Highlighter!” Pete reports, unable to hide his disappointment. “Please. You act like Spike had a chance with getting a pinfall from that ridiculous move in the first place.” King scoffs while wiping away a conspicuous bead of nervous sweat. “Magnifico’s just making it interesting and ensuring that these people get what they paid for. You know, a ticket to this show cost the equivalent forty-three thousand dollars.” Jenkins slowly climbs back to his feet, trying his best to shake off the frustration he feels and focus on the task at hand. When Spike stands, Magnifico just begins to stir, still significantly stunned from Spike’s Sidewalk Slam. Jenkins grabs him by the hair and painfully pulls ELM to his feet, receiving no assistance from the languid luchadore. Spike then throws Magnifico into the nearby corner, whose turnbuckles ELM impassively leans against while Jenkins bashes away at his chest, stomach, and shoulders with a series of quick, devastating kicks! The delighted fans roar their approval as Jenkins simply beats Magnifico up, the luchadore slumping further and further down in the corner as he spiritlessly absorbs the seemingly endless number of kicks. “Well, go with what works, I guess.” Pete grins. “At this point, Spike is simply battering Magnifico with those kicks, wearing him down and slowly eroding away at the luchadore’s will to fight.” "Soon after, Magnifico managed to lock on the Sangria Stretch... but Spike Jenkins wasn't about to quit..." “SPI-KUH!” “SPI-KUH!” “SPI-KUH!” Nearly every fan in attendance shouts Spike’s name, their volume reaching deafening levels as Jenkins’ eyes open wide and his expression twists into one of unrelenting determination. Jenkins begins to shift his weight from side to side, pulling Magnifico along with him as he rocks his body, trying to get onto his back! Realizing what Spike’s trying to do, ELM holds on and tries his best to make Jenkins submit...but can’t do it before Spike rolls onto his back, pulling Magnifico with him and trapping him beneath! A mighty roar rises from the crowd as the ref slides into position, making the count as the panicked luchadore unlocks his hands and struggles to untangle his feet... ONE! TWO! THR-No! Magnifico gets his feet free and wriggles out from beneath Spike, greatly disappointing and immediately silencing the live audience. “Spike countered the Sangria Stretch by rolling onto his back and trapping Magnifico beneath, but ELM managed to escape the pin right before the three count!” Pete reports. “What utter nonsense.” King spits. “Seeing Spike struggle in vain against insurmountable odds was cute for a little while, but now it’s just getting on my nerves.” A visibly furious ELM scrambles to his feet, leaving Spike, who still seems to be in a great deal of pain, alone on the mat. The second he reaches his feet, Magnifico begins to wildly stomp away at the back of Jenkins’ neck, drawing a wave of spirited boos from the angered audience. After landing several stomps, ELM bends over, shouts something incomprehensible at Spike, and spits on the back of his head. If the crowd was angry before, they’re flat-out incensed now, voicing their displeasure as loud as they know how while Magnifico grabs Spike by the hair and painfully pulls him to his feet. Once Jenkins is on his feet, ELM pulls him into a Front Facelock and hooks one of his legs, then uses the hold to hoist Spike high into the air! Without a moment’s hesitation, Magnifico abruptly falls onto his back, pulling Jenkins down with him and violently spiking his skull into the canvas with the Barrio Buster! Spike flops lifelessly to the mat and is immediately covered, as Magnifico floats onto him, hooking the leg as the ref begins counting and the worried fans shout at Jenkins to kick out... ONE! TWO! THRE-Noo! Spike gets a shoulder up right before the three count, allowing the crowd to breath a sigh in relief before releasing a rousing cheer in support of Jenkins. “This is really bad.” Pete simply states. “Spike’s shown unbelievable determination thus far, but I just don’t know how much longer he can hold out. Magnifico’s simply driving his head into the canvas with whatever moves he knows at this point.” “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” King counters. “This is the best part of the match. I’ll give you the over under at Spike’s neck breaking within two moves.” ELM rolls off of Jenkins, grabs him by the arm, and stands up, scowling and cursing nonstop as he pulls Spike to his feet. Once Jenkins is standing, Magnifico grabs him by the leg and simply lifts him into the air, as if for a Scoop Slam! The fans now better, though, and begin to boo and shout in anticipation as ELM starts to twist Spike around for La Dia de los Muertos! However, as he twists, Jenkins reaches out with both arms, wrapping one around Magnifico’s head and the other behind his waist! Spike then pulls ELM down with all his might as he falls to the mat, rolling as he hits the canvas and pinning Magnifico to the mat with a Small Package! The surprised luchadore struggles wildly to escape as the ref slides to the mat and begins counting, his slaps of the mat completely drowned out by the excited roar of the crowd... ONE! TWO! THHHHHRRRRNNNOOOOOOO!! Magnifico breaks free at the very last moment! ELM rolls away from Spike and scrambles to his feet, doing so as Jenkins struggles to get to his. However, Jenkins isn’t quite as quick on the rise, reaching one knee when Magnifico is already on his feet. When Spike looks up, what he sees is ELM hopping into the air and kicking his feet out, aiming them right at Jenkins’ face! Spike doesn’t even have time to widen his eyes, as Magnifico slams his feet right into the bridge of Jenkins’ nose with a Standing Dropkick! A fresh wave of boos pours in from the capacity crowd as Spike snaps back to the canvas, his hands over his face. “Magnifico tried to end the match right then and there with the Dia de los Muertos, but Spike managed to reverse it into a Small Package, nearly getting a surprise pinfall in the process!” Pete excitedly reports. “And as his punishment, Spike immediately got blasted in the face the second Magnifico broke free of that ridiculous rollup.” King gruffly responds. “Jenkins is just being a sore loser at this point. ELM’s been in control virtually the entire time; it’d simply be unfair if Spike somehow managed to get a pinfall.” “I don’t care how long Magnifico was ‘in control’, King.” Pete counters. “The winner is the guy who pins his opponent or gets him to give up. It’s as simple as that.” Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Justice 0 Report post Posted November 10, 2005 Magnifico gets his shoulder up as the ref ‘s hand is hitting the mat a third time! A jubilant Spike rolls off of ELM, convinced he’s won the match, only for the referee to tell him otherwise! Jenkins’ expression immediately sours as he spiritedly argues with the referee, insisting that there’s no way Magnifico could have kicked out just now! The ref refuses to change his decision, though, prompting Spike to curse loudly at slam the mat with both fists. “Oh my God! Spike Jenkins hit the Clean Living, but Magnifico just barely managed to kick out!” Pete cries. “Jenkins was literally just hundredths of a second away from becoming World Champion!” “Yeah, well, too bad for him.” King adds, unwilling to hide his obvious joy. “The more pressing concern for Spike is what he has to do to keep ELM down. He’s already had the ‘breakthrough’ you talked about earlier, Pete…so what does Jenkins have left?” Spike remains on his hands and knees for a few moments, his long hair covering his hanging head. When Jenkins looks up, it’s an expression of complete and utter determination the fans see, which stays on his face as he slowly climbs to his feet. Once there, Spike reaches down and grabs Magnifico by the hair, pulling the limp luchadore off of the mat and to his feet. Before ELM can stand upright, however, Jenkins pulls him into a Standing Head-Scissors, drawing one more pop from the nearly-drained audience. “The Ratings Crash, AGAIN?” King asks, disbelieving. “Please. He’s just asking for it to be countered.” But instead of applying a Waistlock, Jenkins reaches down and hooks both of Magnifico’s arms! The crowd completely forgets their exhaustion and roars in excitement and anticipation as Spike looks out over them, holding ELM beneath him in position for his deadliest maneuver! “What?! No!” King shouts, leaping out of his chair as he does so. “Don’t you DARE attempt that move, Spike! You hear me?! Don’t you fucking DARE!” “King, calm down!” Pete snaps. “Spike has a once in a lifetime opportunity laying before him. This is his dream. He’s not going to let anything stop him from achieving it. If it means risking injury to Magnifico to become the World Champion…then so be it.” The anticipation builds as Jenkins looks down on Magnifico, ready to end this once and for all. Spike takes a deep breath and lifts ELM into the air…only for Magnifico to flip right over Jenkins’ shoulder, landing on his feet back-to-back with Spike with his arms still hooked! The moment Magnifico hits the ground, he begins charging for the corner right in front of him, pulling the shocked Spike Jenkins along with him! ELM runs up the corner’s turnbuckles, jumps off of the top one, flips backwards over Spike’s head…and then lands on his knees, pulling Jenkins down with him and slamming his face into the canvas with the Baja California Crusher! The devastated fans can only look on as the kneeling luchadore hovers over Spike, doing his best to stay lucid for just a few more seconds. Magnifico reaches down, grabs Jenkins’ shoulder, turns him onto his stomach…and then simply falls forward to make the cover. Everyone fan in attendance inwardly prays and outwardly screams at Jenkins to kick out as the ref slides into position and begins counting… ONE! TWO! THHHHHHHRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! DING DING DING “Your winner by pinfall, and STILL, the World Heavyweight Champion…” Funyon dutifully announces, “EL LUCHADOOOOOOORRRREEEE MAGNIFICOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” Atake FDD’s “Tu Final” hits the speakers once more, confirming the horrible reality the fans see before them. Shocked and dismayed, they simply stand in front of their seats and look on as the referee goes to fetch the World Title. “Yeah! Hell yeah!” King jubilantly cries. “That’s exactly what you deserve, Spike! You got exactly what you deserved!” “In an effort to ensure a pinfall, Spike went for the I Just Broke Your Neck…” a visibly disappointed Pete begins. “But Magnifico managed to reverse it and land the Baja California Crusher to get the pinfall. It was a terrific match that Spike was literally millimeters away from winning…but once again, ELM finds some way to pull out the victory.” “Yeah, it’s called being better than the guy he’s facing.” King laughs. “Find another pretender to the throne, guys. Spike’s run at the title is thankfully over.” The ref slides back into the ring, title in hand, just as Magnifico is beginning to stir. He turns onto his stomach, pushes himself to his hands and feet, and looks up to see the ref standing in front of him, offering him the World Title. ELM looks down for a moment, smirks, and slowly pushes himself to his feet, where he softly takes the title from the referee’s hands. As the ref grabs one of Magnifico’s arms and thrusts it high into the air, the luchadore simply looks down on Jenkins with that same insufferable, infuriating grin. After a moment, ELM snatches his hand free, hits the mat, and rolls to the outside, where the remaining fans in the front few rows boo and taunt him violently. Magnifico’s expression remains unchanged as he absorbs their insults and curses, knowing that whatever they may say about him is wrong. Once again, he’s proved them wrong. His grin widens as he reaches the entrance ramp and begins to climb up it, leaving everything behind as he does so. Meanwhile, back in the ring, Spike turns onto his stomach and sees, though hazy vision, Magnifico making his way up the ramp. “No…” He slowly claws his way towards the part of the ring closest to the ramp and reaches out his hand, as if he can simply will ELM getting back into the ring. The only thing he can think of is how very close he came to winning the match. To realizing his dream. To pinning Magnifico and becoming World Champion. “So…close…” "Spike Jenkins may not have won," says Hardy, as we come back to the studio, "but I think he proved to everyone backstage, and to the fans, and certainly to Magnifico, that he can still hang with the best of them." Pause... change angles... turn into camera-REEEOWR! "Whose cat is this?!" "That's another grand!" "God damn it!" ***THE SWF IS EXPERIENCING TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES - PLEASE STAND BY*** ***THE SWF IS EXPERIENCING TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES - PLEASE STAND BY*** ***THE SWF IS EXPERIENCING TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES - PLEASE STAND BY*** We come back to the studio, where Sexton Hardcastle stands center-screen, like he's been there all night. "Coming up next, we hear from the man who retained the SWF World Heavyweight Championship, El Luchadore Magnifico! Stay tuned, folks!" Fade to commercial... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Justice 0 Report post Posted November 10, 2005 SWF Storm returns from another mind-numbing commercial break, showing the home audience a frankly unimpressive shot of the show’s live audience. These people aren’t exactly happy that they spent their hard-earned money on a promo show, and their demeanor isn’t above to improve any when the lights are suddenly cut out... “HEY HEY!” *BOOOOOOOOOOOOOMM!!* “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” In fact, they get downright angry when they hear the intro to Atake FDD’s “Tu Final”, accompanied by a burst of red, white, and green pyro that explodes upwards from the stage. A moment later, illuminated by a single spotlight, El Luchadore Magnifico bursts through the pyro-induced smoke, the World Title wrapped around his waist and his Mexican Flag flapping gracefully behind him. The scowl that he usually wears during his entrance is nowhere to be seen, and in its place is a jubilant, cheerful grin, which only makes the already-irritated crowd even angrier. “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the SWF World Heavyweight Champion...” Funyon pauses, allowing the crowd to boo that last part, “EL LUCHADOOOOOOOOOOOORRE MAGNIFIIICOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” Magnifico reaches the ring and rolls beneath its bottom rope, then pops to his feet within the confines of the squared circle. He steps into the center of the ring, and, while unwrapping the title from around his waist, looks out over the crowd with that same infuriating grin. Suddenly, he thrusts both the title and his Mexican Flag high into the air, doing so as the lights are suddenly turned back on throughout the arena. ELM observes the booing and now-visible crowd for a moment, then puts the title up on his shoulder, sets the flag in a nearby corner, and signals for a microphone. A lackey fetches him one, and the entire arena seems to collectively groan as Magnifico begins to pace around the ring, measuring his words carefully. “Looks like Magnifico, off of a glorious victory over Spike Jenkins two days ago at Ashes 2 Ashes, is ready to address the masses.” King cheerfully hypothesizes. “Such a generous man. He should still be out celebrating, but he takes time out of his day to speak to us. Simply inspirational.” “I severely doubt that ELM’s intentions are anything but selfish.” LDP counters. “He’s here to gloat. Nothing more, nothing less.” After a few moments’ consideration, ELM steps into the ring, suddenly looks up, and begins to speak. “Looks like you guys backed a loser again, huh?” “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” Magnifico chuckles. “Yes, I suppose I’d be upset too. After all, you were sure that Danny Williams would beat me, and I proved you wrong. Then, even though he was in the middle of the slump to end all slumps, you thought Spike fucking Jenkins would be able to defeat me and take the title.” “Quite honestly, that’s an insult, and I was more than happy to prove you wrong again.” ELM looks down and considers his words once more as the crowd seethes. “Well, that’s alright.” Magnifico reassures the audience. “After all, I’m far beyond the point where I give a damn what you think anyway.” “What I’m just curious about is when you’ll give up.” ELM states. “How many people will I have to beat until you finally realize that there’s no one in this federation even near my level? That there’s no white knight who’s going to ride in, defeat the big bad luchadore, and make all your hopes and dreams come true?” Magnifico pauses and smirks, enjoying the boos and taunts pouring in from every part of the arena. “Old habits die hard, I guess.” ELM shrugs. “That’s okay. I know it’ll simply be a matter of time until you accept my way of thinking. One day, you’ll wake up, and you’ll realize that I was right all along. That no one who bows at your feet and begs for your approval will ever be as strong as I am.” “Before I go, I’d like to settle something.” ELM states, speaking over the boos of the live audience. “So...Todd Cortez, if you’re back there, come on out.” The surprised crowd instantly quiets down and turns their attention towards the entrance stage, wondering if Cortez is actually going to show up. In the ring, ELM patiently waits, watching the stage as intently as the fans in the arena. Yeah... One for the treble, two for the bass... “RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” “Oh No” by Mos Def, Nate Dogg, and Pharoah Monche hits the speakers, electrifying the crowd and bringing them to their feet to cheer for the arrival of one Todd Cortez. Their excitement only grows when Nate Dogg utters ‘oh no’ for the first time, right before two bursts of pyro shoot upwards from either side of the ramp, their sparks showering down onto the entrance stage as Cortez strides out from behind the curtain. Wary but curious, Cortez quickly makes his way down the ring, keeping his eyes locked on the smiling Magnifico. “Hmm, wonder what this is all about.” King ponders. “Might just be that ELM was well aware of Todd’s desire to congratulate him on his magnificent victory over Spike Jenkins.” “I’m sure that’s exactly what Magnifico had in mind.” Pete rolls his eyes. “Of course, you’d be ignoring the fact that everyone else around here despises the man.” “They’re just jealous.” King dimissively states. “Deep down, they all desire the approval and frienship of our lovable World Champion.” Cortez rolls into the ring, pops to his feet, and signals for a microphone. Cortez gets the mic but doesn’t do anything with it, instead waiting for Magnifico to speak first. “Thanks for joining me, Todd.” ELM greets. He waits for Todd to respond, but Cortez just crosses his arms and waits for Magnifico to continue. ELM shrugs and does just that. “You might recall that shortly before Ashes 2 Ashes, on Smardownoween, we were involved in a six-man tag match.” Magnifico expands. “And...well, you know how it ended.” Cortez raises an eyebrow and waits for ELM to finish. Magnifico scowls, not wanting to have to say what he’s about to say. “...you trapped me in the Street Dreams, and made me tap out.” ELM finally says, the crowd roaring the second he finishes. Cortez cracks a small smile, knowing that Magnifico absolutely hates the fact that Todd made him submit. ELM takes a second to regain his composure and allow the crowd to quiet down before continuing. “That’s why I called you out here, Todd.” Magnifico explains. “When I tapped out, it was the first fall of any kind anyone had gotten on me in over three months. It infuriated me, but I put it out of my mind at the time...I had a World Title defense to think about.” “But I can’t let that stand.” ELM snaps. “You may have made me tap out, but I’ve beaten you one-on-one...which I guess makes us fairly even. And let’s be honest here...” “You don’t even deserve to be mentioned in the same breath as me.” “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” Todd scoffs upon hearing Magnifico saying that, showing remarkable restraint towards a man who so rightfully deeserves a severe beating. “But until I have one more fall on you then you have on me, that kind of talk will still continue.” Magnifico expands. “Which I want to wrestle you once more...right here, right now!” “RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” The crowd’s pretty happy about the possibility of an impromptu match, but Todd isn’t quite as excited. He uncrosses his arms and thoughtfully rubs his chin with one hand, considering Magnifico’s proposal. Finally, he brings the microphone to his lips, and speaks. "You know, I'm tempted. Really tempted. In fact, I'm willing to take you up on your offer..." Cortez pauses to allow the crowd to cheer, which they gladly do. “...but see, you want something from me, so let's play it fair. There's something I want from you." The crowd comes alive once again, as Cortez's eyes focus not on his new nemesis, but on the sixteen pounds of gold dangling over his shoulder. The fans unleash another rousing round of cheers as Magnifico stares coldly at Todd, irritated at Cortez for attempting the blackmail. After a moment, ELM smirks and brings the microphone back to his lips. “Okay...okay, Todd.” Magnifico finally says, his eyes boring holes into Todd’s. “You want a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship? You got it.” “RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” “But not tonight.” “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” ELM chuckles at the crowd’s reponse before continuing. “I’ll be damned if I’m going to defend my World Title at a moment’s notice. No...no, you’ll get your shot, but it’ll be at the SWF Christmas Pay-Per-View.” The fans cheer a bit, still happy about the title match but not so much about it not being tonight. Cortez’s grin grows as he responds. "You know how it goes, champ. Good things come to those who wait." says Cortez with a smile. "You're lucky I'm a patient man, because it's going to allow you to hold onto that title just a little longer. So do what you've gotta do. Take some photos with it. Stick 'em in your Christmas cards. Once the holidays are over, your reign as SWF World Heavyweight Champion will be too." Cortez turns and starts to walk out of the ring, when ELM suddenly grabs him by the shoulder and spins him around. The crowd looks on with baited breath, sure that the two men will exchange blows at any moment. But instead, Magnifico simply gets right in Todd’s face, scowling coldly as he speaks once more. “Let me be completely clear here.” ELM coldly states. “The only reason you’re getting this match is because you need to be shown that I’m better than you...that I’m better than everyone else in this federation. That’s all.” Todd absorbs what Magnifico has to say, looks him up and down...and then smirks confidently before turning and exiting the ring. As Cortez makes his way up the entrance ramp, Magnifico simply stands in the ring and looks after him, his scowl growing more menacing the further Todd climbs up the ramp as we... *FADE TO BLACK* ------------------------------------------------------ SWF Aftershocks © November 10th, 2005 A Raynmaker Production© ------------------------------------------------------ Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
