the.weej 0 Report post Posted January 15, 2006 As we come LIVE on the air, fireworks and pyro go off throughout the Hilton Coliseum in Ames, Iowa. Yes, Storm is on the air! As the crowd pans through the signs in the crowd all hailing their favorite SWF superstars, we cut to ringside and our trusty broadcast team. Pete: “And welcome to a sold out Hilton Coliseum in Ames, Iowa, and welcome to SWF Storm! I’m Longdogger Pete, along with Suicide King, and tonight, we have a huge main event as Bruce Blank and Akira Kaibatsu meet in match number two of their best of five series!” King: “But the match that could end up stealing the show is Max King taking on TORU Takahara! What a battle that should be!” Pete: “In addition to that…” Pete gets cut off in mid-sentence as the familiar opening strains of Pink Floyd’s “Learning to Fly” come up over the PA. King: “In addition to that, the longest reigning champion in SWF history is going to make an appearance!” Jay Hawke, sporting a swank-looking blue pinstripe suit and wearing the beautiful SWF International Championship belt around his waist, makes his way to the ring as the crowd begins their familiar chant: “JAY HAWKE SUCKS! JAY HAWKE SUCKS! JAY HAWKE SUCKS!” Hawke ignore the chants, making his way to the ring with an evil smirk on his face. Pete: “Well, I never thought I’d say this, but I’m curious to hear what he has to say. After getting himself disqualified at Smarkdown, he made a deliberate attempt to seriously injure Wildchild’s shoulder!” King: “I know Wildchild isn’t here tonight, and I know that Jay Hawke has always had plenty to say when the situation called for it!” Pete: “Well, there was no call for the situation to get to what it was on Monday night. How is Jay Hawke going to be able to justify his actions?” Jay Hawke enters the ring and asks for the microphone as the boos get louder. King: “Well, if everybody would shut up, maybe he’ll explain to us why he did what he did.” Jay Hawke waits for the crowd to die down before speaking. Hawke: “It’s great to be here in Ames, Iowa!” The crowd pops, surprised that Jay Hawke actually mentioned their hometown. Hawke: “I’ve never been to city named after a chain of defunct department stores. Very chic.” The crowd is silent, as nobody in Iowa has ever heard of an Ames department store. Hawke: “But I digress. See, I came out here tonight to tell all of you a little story. You see this belt around my waist? This signifies that I am the SWF International Champion. Nearly seven months now, and no end in sight.” BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Hawke: “Lots of men have tried to take it from me, and with the exception of Arch Griffon getting to have a cup of coffee on a fluke, they have all failed. And since Arch Griffon failed to keep this title from me for any length of time…and is nowhere to be found…it’s pretty safe to say that I have been a dominant champion since this championship was formed.” King: “There’s a lot of truth in what the champion says, Pete.” Pete: “I can’t disagree with that.” Hawke: “Look at what the SWF has put up against me. Zyon. Manson. Ghost Machine. Johnny Dangerous. Wes Davenport. All have tried to take my title away from me, and all have failed. And there’s another man who has had more than one chance to take this title away from me. Wildchild.” YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!” Hawke: “Yeah, just what I thought. One of your heroes, right? Well, you’re cheering for a false hope.” Pete: “What?” King: “Shut up. He’ll explain.” Hawke: “Don’t get me wrong. I’m not going to take anything away from Wildchild’s athletic ability. The man has more athletic ability than some football player who can’t take more than one shot to the knee without their career being over. But you see, Wildchild lacks something that is necessary to truly be a success in professional wrestling. Sure, he can wrestle. He can fly. He can do things in this ring that most men would break their necks if they even attempted them. And he may very well be the greatest cruiserweight champion this company has ever seen. But there’s the thing. He might be the best cruiserweight champion this sport has ever seen.” Pete: “Where is he going with this?” Hawke: “He’s been content to be the best among the lighter workers. Against men who have never held the World Title. Against men who will never be contenders for the World Championship. And yet he could be so much more. He could be the top guy in this business, and if the championship committee didn’t think so, they wouldn’t continue to stick him in the ring with me for this championship. They wouldn’t have had his classic match with Scott Pretzler main event a major pay-per-view. The talent’s there. The heart isn’t. Everytime he holds a major championship, is it among the top tier? No. Either he’s got a tag team partner, or he’s fighting for one of the lesser championships. This belt right here? The number two title in this business. I didn’t relegate myself to one division or the other. I made the goal to become the best damn wrestler in the world, and holding championships like this goes a long way to people perceiving you as such.” Pete: “Can you believe this?” Hawke: “So yeah, I know people think what I did to Wildchild Monday night was wrong. But in reality, I just did Wildchild a favor. I taught him a wrestling lesson he’ll never forget. See, when Wildchild feels he’s healthy enough to come back and fight me with that injured shoulder of his, he’s going to be hungry. He’s going to be hellbent for revenge. And that’s exactly what I want. See, it takes a man to earn my respect. When Zyon got the shot at this championship, he wanted it. He felt like he had to beat me to prove himself worthy of this championship. And he earned my respect. And that’s I want from Wildchild. I want him to feel like he’s got everything to prove. I want him to give me the match of his life. And I want him to earn my respect.” The crowd boos heavily as Jay Hawke makes a move like he’s going to leave the ring. As he reaches the ropes, he stops and smiles before bringing the microphone back to his lips. Hawke: “But remember one thing, Wildchild. Zyon might have earned my respect…but he didn’t take my title either. I’ll see you in the ring…if your shoulder is ever healthy enough to get out of its sling.” Jay Hawke tosses the microphone down as “Learning to Fly” begins to play again. The crowd boos the International Champion as he leaves the ring, with several fans throwing garbage at him. Pete: “Did he just say he injured Wildchild as a favor to him?” King: “Don’t you get it? He wants to bring out that competitive fire in Wildchild. To bring out the potential that still exists in Wildchild. He wants to make Wildchild a true top player.” Pete: “Yeah, and had Jay Hawke not gotten himself disqualified on Smarkdown, Wildchild would be holding that championship belt right now!” King: “You don’t know that. Personally, I think Hawke’s right. He did do Wildchild a favor.” Pete: “Well, I can guarantee you that the Bahama Bomber doesn’t want any favors from that man. When we return, we’ll have our opening match.” Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
the.weej 0 Report post Posted January 15, 2006 Card: The Main Event - Best of Five (Match 2) - Supermarket Deathmatch Bruce Blank © vs. "The Divine Wind" Akira Kaibatsu ---> Akira: 1, Bruce Blank: 0. I'm going to go out on a limb and guess that Bruce isn't too pleased with this. Nor is he too pleased at the condition he's in after his first match with Akira - maybe he's bitten off more than he can chew? Or maybe he's just getting warmed up. Round 2 takes place in an Albertson's Grocery Store near the arena, and as an added bonus - all the damages will be paid out of the loser's paycheck. Have fun. Rules: Hardcore brawl in the supermarket - the match continues until one man cannot answer the 10 count. -=-=-=-=- TORU Takahara vs. "The Icon" Max King ---> Ouch. Max King takes it on the chin (not like that, you sickos) from Ghost Machine 2.0. Is Max King losing it? Or is Ghost Machine actually, dare I say it... good? Regardless, Max King fights on Storm to regain some pride, against the nigh unstoppable TORU Takahara! Rules: Standard Singles Match. -=-=-=-=- The 70's Dude vs. Manson ---> The 70's Dude's debut against Tim Dillon was impressive... most impressive. But if anyone is known for running newbies through the ringer, it's Manson. Will The Dude's rise to stardom be cut tragically short? Rules: Hardcore~! Y'know, it's Storm and all. -=-=-=-=- Opening Bout Labertino vs. Ced Ordonez ---> He's like a QMM, a Masked Man, and The Riddler, all rolled into one! Only, maybe not the Riddler. Never was very hard to figure out who that was, I mean. This guy, Labertino, though - he's got the mask and everything. Tonight, he debuts against a man who's got one of the longest losing streaks in recent... well, ever, really. Rules: Standard singles match. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
the.weej 0 Report post Posted January 15, 2006 "The following contest is scheduled for one fall." famed ring announcer Funyon begins. "In the ring from Sacramento California. Weighing two hundred and nine pounds, "The Bemani Cross Wizard" CED ORDONEZ!!" The fans applaud part-time referee Ced as he does some quick leg stretches in the corner. As he does, "Ole" by Bouncing Souls hits. The crowd don't recognize the music so don't really react to the masked man who jogs through the curtains. Until he reaches into his boot and throws a handful of candy into the crowd. King: I hate him already! "And his opponent is making his SWF debut tonight! Hailing from Tocula Mexico and weighing two hundred, twenty pounds. This is, LABERINTO!!" A few cheer the newcomer now. Laberinto seems to be smiling underneath his mask, as he jogs down the ramp and slides into the ring. The first thing he does is remove his gold cape before shaking the referee's hand warmly. Ced watches on with a smile. Pete: Our newcomer sure seems quite a friendly guy. King: Yeah but can he wrestle? Pete: Seeing as he has an SWF contract, I'd guess "Yes". DING DING DING! As the bell rings, Laberinto offers a handshake to Ced. Ced's a nice guy, so smiles and accepts, before the two jog around the ring. Pete: A handshake to start. That makes a pleasant change. King: Why don't they just kiss and get it over with? Jogging finished, the two lightweights tieup in the middle of the ring. Ced gains the advantage with a side headlock, but Laberinto escapes with some forearms. Going behind, the masked man applies a hammerlock, then jumps forward to grab a headlock himself. Ced senses it and steps backwards, meaning Laberinto grabs only air. Most would be embarrassed, but Laberinto actually smiles and applauds Ced's move as he gets up. Pete: Great sportsmanship being shown here. The two men lock up again and this time Laberinto grabs the headlock. His delight at that distracts him though and Ced pushes him off into the ropes. Laberinto runs back with a shoulder block and manages to knock Ced back a couple of steps. Showing off his hidden muscles, Laberinto asks Ced to try. He does and he gets the same result as his opponent. Pete: Neither man knocking the other down in that exchange. King: It's dumb trying shoulderblocks when you're only just over two hundred pounds and there's proof why. With no advantage gained, the two men circle again before Laberinto offers up a knuckle lock. Ced is cautious with his weight disadvantage, but takes the bait and looks for a test of strength. Before he can get it Laberinto spins under the arm and takes Ced back into the hammerlock. Ced crouches down and spins to face the luchador, kicking his arms away to free himself and then takes Laberinto down with a drop toehold. First up, Ced then runs into the ropes as his opponent stands. Leapfrog by Laberinto! Ced hits the ropes again but Laberinto is waiting and armdrags Ced over. But amazingly, Ced lands on his feet and dropkicks the surprised Laberinto to send him out to the floor. Pete: These two men matching each other very well in the early going! King: How do you know Laberinto is a man? It may just be a flat chested woman! Pete: Explain the bulge at the front. King: Maybe he's smuggling plums. Those Mexicans are known as smugglers you know. As Laberinto recovers on the floor, he again applauds Ced. Which is a dumb move, as Ced dives over the top rope and takes Laberinto out with a plancha! Ced is up quickly and throws Laberinto back in, then follows and pins... ONE... TWO... Kickout! Ced pulls up Laberinto by the mask, whipping him into the corner and charging. Laberinto evades and Ced smashes into the corner unprotected causing him to fall to his knees. Laberinto steps past him and jumps to the middle rope. Reaching forward, Laberinto then hooks the head and attempts a tornado DDT but Ced manages to push Laberinto off in front of him. Landing on his feet, the jolly masked wrestler gived Ced a thumbs up. Ced responds by hitting a roundhouse kick that earns him some boos from the fans who are warming to Laberinto. King: Thank you Ced! Finally, somebody stopped this lovefest and started wrestling. The Bemani Cross Wizard ignores the crowd and applies a sitting half boston crab. Laberinto tries to crawl to the ropes quickly but Ced pulls him back into the middle of the ring and then applies the move again, putting his weight on Laberinto's back. This time Laberinto can't crawl for the ropes. The referee asks the Mexican if he wants to quit. And although he can't speak English the masked man gets his point across. Pete: A simple move but effective as Ced works on the leg. King: Smart wrestling. You take the flyer's leg out, he can't fly. Showing some heart, Laberinto tries to crawl again. Ced decides to drop Laberinto and stomps on the back of the leg a couple of times. Ced then pulls up Laberinto and pushes him into the corner. Again, Ced stomps on the knee. Laberinto tries to push Ced away, but Ced stays on the attack with his kicks. Ced then grabs Laberinto and pulls him out of the corner and into a dragon screw legwhip. Holding his knee with muffled shouts Laberinto is in pain. Ced sees this and takes advantage with a Bret Hart kneebreaker. "La - Ber - In - To!" "La - Ber - In - To!" "La - Ber - In - To!" The fans get behind the newcomer as Ced pulls him back up and goes for another dragon screw legwhip. Before he can connect, Laberinto lands a surprise enzuigiri and covers... ONE... TWO... Kickout! Pete: Ced was almost shocked there! Laberinto limps up and Ced is up as well. And Laberinto is first to strike, with a knifedge chop. "Wooooooooooo!" Chop! "Wooooooooooo!" Chop! "Wooooooooooo!" The chops get the required crowd reaction. But Ced isn't too hurt by them and he kicks Laberinto in the gut to chance the momentum. As he opponents gasps for air, Ced lifts Laberinto up in a firemans' carry and looks for the Regal Roll. As he runs forward though Laberinto falls back with a crucifix... ONE... TWO... T...Kickout! Both men back up. Ced runs in trying to go after the leg again and he grabs it only for Laberinto to spin his other leg over Ced's head and surprise him again with an Oklahoma rollup... ONE... TWO... T...Kickout! Both men get back up again quickly. Ced stuns Laberinto with a kick and looks for a vertical suplex. The masked man floats safely over the move and lands behind Ced though, then pulls him down by the head with an Edge-O-Matic. Pete: He calls that 'Uno Momento'! King: Because he's Mexican, right? That's cute. Pete: He speaks Spanish King. Of course he movenames will sound Mexican. With Ced down, Laberinto now heads to the top rope. He reaches the middle and flashes a 'thumbs up' to the fans. That delay lets Ced recover though. He catches Laberinto with a punch to stun him, then climbs to the middle facing his opponent. Ced then reaches out and tries to scoop Laberinto into his arms, which Laberinto escapes with a series of elbows to the head. The elbows keep going until Ced is dazed. Laberinto then pushes Ced off the top rope and to the mat. Pete: Ced seemed to be setting up his Fallaway Moonsault Slam, the Dynamite Rave, but Laberinto fought him off! Ced remains down as Laberinto finally makes it up top. Flashing a smile for the fans, he then tucks himself as he leaps off the top with a top rope back senton...but Ced raises his knees and Laberinto lands right across them! "Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh!!!" Pete: I think Ced was playing possum! The block leaves Laberinto clutching his back in pain but on his feet. Ced manages to get scramble up to the middle rope and waits for Laberinto to stumble back close before jumping onto his shoulders and tumbling into a victory roll... ONE... TWO... TH...KICKOUT! Pete: I don't think Ced liked that count from our referee. King: He's a referee himself, so he should know what a slow count is and slow count isn't. I agree with him! Ced picks Laberinto up and hits his vertical suplex he attempted earlier. Ced floats through but not for a cover as he walks over to the nearest corner. Jumping to the middle rope, Ced then springs off with a double stomp that drives his entire weight into his opponent's stomach. Ced wisely follows quickly with a pin... ONE... TWO... TH...KICKOUT! Disappointed at his opponent staying in the match, Ced decides to change tactic and goes for the knee again. Laberinto kicks him away though, sending Ced stumbling back across the ring. Ced goes for the legs a second time but again gets kicked away. A third time Ced looks for the legs. This time, Laberinto sythes him with a drop toehold and Ced lands across the middle rope. Laberinto slowly gets up holding his stomach, but manages to run across the ring and execute the 619! "Yeeeeeaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" Laberinto can't follow up as he's hurt. He stays on the apron breathing heavily which is allowing Ced to recover. But he doesn't recover in time. Laberinto finally stands up and grabs the top rope, slingshotting himself in with a somersault senton! Pete: A tribute to Eddie Guerrero! Laberinto is again hurt after the move. Luckily all he has to do is lean back for a cover... ONE... TWO... T...KICKOUT! Now Laberinto questions the count and insists it was "Tres", but the referee tells him it was just "Dos". Laberinto waits for Ced to stand and attempts and irish whip, which is reversed. Laberinto hits the ropes and Ced looks for a clothesline which is ducked by Laberinto, who continues running and comes back off the ropes with a spinning wheel kick. Ced ducks though. Landing hard, Laberinto slowly comes back up. Ced catches him coming up in a front facelock for a DDT. Laberinto blocks however, spinning out of Ced's grip and hooking his veteran opponent under the head before running towards the corner and up the turnbuckles. Desperately Ced grabs the top rope, blocking the Sliced Bread #2 and making Laberinto land on his feet. Ced throws a mule kick that winds Laberinto, then steps up to the middle rope and reaches out for his opponent. His opponent is able to counter though as he reaches up and armdrags Ced off the middle rope. Ced is quickly up, but right into a kick by Laberinto who then hooks the head and runs for the corner again, scaling up the turnbuckles and this time hitting his Sliced Bread #2! Pete: Second time lucky for the newcomer with the Sliced Bread #2! Laberinto decides not to go for the pin. Instead, he walks over to a further away corner and exits with the top rope in his sights. Climbing up, Laberinto seems to have judged wrong as Ced is some way away. But Laberinto still climbs. And as he gets up top, he signals that the match is over. Standing up top, he then soars off with a Diving Headbutt...which lands right into Ced's shoulder! Pete: Está Terminado! King: What the hell does that mean? ONE... Pete: It means, It's Over! TWO... King: Oh. THREE!!! DING DING DING! "Here is your winner, by pinfall...LABERINTO!!!" "Yeeeeeeeeeaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!" Laberinto sits up and punches the air delighted with his victory. "Ole" by Bouncing Souls hits again and Laberinto salutes his newfound fans, continuing to celebrate. Pete: An impressive showing from Laberinto in his SWF debut. King: He did okay but everybody beats Ced nowadays. Once he gets put up against real competition then we'll see. As he hops down from the turnbuckles, Laberinto turns to Ced. The beaten Bemani Cross Wizard pulls himself up with a disappointed look on his face. Laberinto checks that he's okay and offers a handshake, which is accepted to the applause of the crowd. King: Ugh. I take it all back, he's terrible. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
the.weej 0 Report post Posted January 15, 2006 *cameras return us to Storm where the focus is on the ring where the Announcer stands with mic in hand.* Ring Announcer: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a Hardcore Match! *the lights begin to dim, psychedelic colors flash across the audience, and “I’m Your Boogie Man” begins to flood the arena. Some of the fans cheer “Dillon! Dillon! Dillon!” while The 70s Dude cabbage-patches his way out from the back.* Ring Announcer: Coming down the aisle, he comes to us from Newark, New Jersey…this is…The 70s Dude! *The Dude starts his journey to the ring, all the while taunting fans along the way.* Pete: Well folks, put the children to bed because this match isn’t going to be for the faint of heart. King Suicide: I know The 70s Dude has a load of experience in these types of matches, but he’s never faced anybody as sadistic as Manson. Either way, the only real winner is going to be the medical staff that will be earning overtime pay after this is said and done. *The 70s Dude having made his way into the ring begins to use the ropes to stretch a bit, while saying cruel things to a child at ringside that happens to be wearing a Tim Dillon t-shirt. KC & The Sunshine Band’s groovy tunes fade away and are replaced by a much harder brand of music that just blasts through the arena’s sound system. Manson comes out from the back ignoring the many boos now directed in his direction. Unlike The 70s Dude, Manson has decided to dress up a bit more for the occasion with a small roll of chicken wire around his left shoulder, a rope with cowbell attached draped across his neck, and an old ax handle in his right hand.* Pete: I think its safe to say we won’t be seeing clips of this one on Lockdown… SK: Clips? I’d be shocked if they even acknowledged it. *Manson runs down to the ring, lets the barbed wire roll off his arm and fall to the floor just outside the ring and then proceeds to slide in under the bottom rope. The 70s Dude turns around just in time to get jabbed in the stomach by the end of the ax handle, knocking the wind out of him and causing him to fall to the mat. The announcer scatters from the ring before he even got the chance to introduce Manson, and referee Fats McGee calls for the bell to officially get this one under way. Manson follows up his first strike by clubbing The Dude in the side of the knee with the ax handle, causing the knee to buckle and send the fat hippy to the mat. Manson drops the ax handle, grabs the bull rope from around his neck and drops down over The Dude and begins to choke him with the rope. Fats McGee begins to tug on Manson’s shoulder and pulls him off The 70s Dude.* SK: What’s he doing? This is a hardcore match! Pete: He’s doing his job King. He can’t very well let Manson choke him to death! SK: Why not? It’s a lot easier to pin them that way *The Dude lays down coughing and trying to get his breath back while Manson starts arguing with Fats. After shoving Fats a couple times Manson returns his attention to the match and brings The Dude to his feet. Manson Irish-whips The Dude into the ropes and lowers his head for a back-body drop. He lowers his head too soon though and after bouncing off the ropes The Dude comes to a quick stop, double-underhooks Manson quickly, and then drops him on his head with a DDT. Both men fall to the ground with The Dude unable to capitalize due to the sneak attack from earlier. Fats comes over and begins the mandatory 10 count.* 1! 2! 3! *Manson begins to come to* 4! 5! *Manson gets to one knee while The Dude starts to slowly try and push himself up* 6! 7! *Manson gets to his feet while The Dude brings himself to his knees. Fats waves off his count and Manson walks over to The Dude who has noticed the ax handle laying close by. Manson reaches back and clocks The Dude in the head with a stiff right. The Dude however is able to grab the ax handle and as Manson goes for another stiff right The Dude swings the ax handle and nails Manson in the thigh. Manson backs away and hops about in pain, allowing The Dude time to get to his feet. Manson turns back to The Dude and gets creamed in the head with the ax handle, splitting his forehead open and causing him to drop to the mat like a sack of potatoes.* Pete: Good god! He’s got to have a concussion after that one! *The Dude tosses the ax handle out of the ring and then just falls on the prone Manson.* 1! 2! 3! DING! DING DING! *KC & The Sunshine Band begins to play once more and Fat McGee lifts the arm of The Dude while paramedics make their way down to ringside to check on the still motionless Manson. The fans boo both The Dude and the length of the match having expected much, much more.* Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
the.weej 0 Report post Posted January 15, 2006 (edited) “We’re back live in Ames, Iowa,” Longdogger Pete bellows over the raucous noise of Storm’s generic theme music, “and we’ve got a great match coming up for you! Only a few days ago on Smarkdown we saw TORU Takahara defeat Landon Maddix with his Shooting Star Press, but now he has to face Landon’s tag partner for when they challenge TKO for the Tag Titles - Max King!” “A team of Landon and Max King,” Suicide King says, studiously using the man’s full name so as to avoid any confusion with himself, “you have to admit Dogger, that despite the familiarity they may have with each other there’s no way they can match TKO for slick teamwork.” “Well, it’s true that since Wild and Dangerous split up there is no team in the SWF who can,” LDP agrees, “but I think that this rejuvenated Max King could be the difference-maker!” “THE KING… HAS… RETURNED!” As if on cue ‘Superstar’ by Saliva hits and the crowd rises to its feet in an almost universal show of appreciation for the man who for so many months infuriated them all on a weekly basis. King grins briefly at the reaction but he and Kelly Connelly both seem focused on the task in hand as they make their way down the ramp, with Kelly giving him quiet words of advice and Max nodding soberly. “I fail to see how someone who lost to Ghost Machine Version 2.0 can add much to a team,” Suicide King responds to Pete’s comment. “Only last show you were telling me how talented Ghost Machine Version 2.0 is!” Pete protests. “Compared to Max King, yes. It’s all relative,” King smirks, taking a swig of Pepsi. However, the Gambling Man’s derision is interrupted as Funyon raises his microphone while Kelly Connelly wraps herself around her man in the middle of the ring. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he booms, “the following contest is scheduled for one fall; introducing first, in the ring to my left; he hails from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and weighs in tonight at 250lbs… this is ‘The Icon’… MAAAAAAAXXXXXXX… KIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGGG!!” Kelly carefully removes Max’s shades and vest before leaving Wrestling’s Superman to perform his pre-match stretches. King seems to be taking particular care over them tonight; he got surprised by Ghost Machine V.2 on Smarkdown and he doesn’t want the same sort of thing to happen tonight to a good preparation is essential. However, he doesn’t get to finish them in peace as the harsh drums and stark guitar riff of ‘Teethgrinder’ by Therapy? start up, causing the Smarktron to begin flashing up ‘TKO’ interspersed with shots of TORU doing various painful things to unfortunate people. “In the modern SWF where we lack monsters like Janus, the Hville Thugg or others of their ilk, Max King is one of the biggest wrestlers around,” Longdogger Pete says. “However, TORU Takahara is not only bigger than Max, he’s arguably stronger, faster and tougher!” “As such, it’s a travesty that their last meeting was technically a win for Max King,” Suicide King intersperses, “all because of Bruce Blank’s well-meaning intervention-” “Well-meaning?” Pete queries, “he bribed security to claim there was a problem with TORU’s Visa!” “-as I was saying,” King continues stridently, “Bruce meant well but really he should have stood aside and let TORU take Blank’s then-tag partner apart, as I have no doubt he will do here tonight. Mr. King may be accompanied by a veritable Queen, but compared to yours truly he’s no more than a Court Jester,” the Heartbreaker smirks. “That joke was old even before Lawler had plastic surgery,” Pete says. “…who?” With his vinyl trenchcoat flapping behind him TORU Takahara strides down the ramp with his tag belt around his waist. Once he reaches the ring he pauses to allow Natasha to divest him of his coat (although unlike Max he keeps his shades on) before hopping up to the apron, then grabbing the top rope in both hands and athletically vaulting into the ring whereupon he gives Max the double bird! King just shrugs that one off but TORU sneers at him and turns to exchange last-minute words with Card in Japanese. “And his opponent,” Funyon booms, earning him a glare from Technical Perfection, “accompanied to the ring by Chris Card Enterprises; from Saitama Prefecture, Japan, he weighs in tonight at 264lbs and is one-half of the SWF Tag Team Champions… this is ‘The Japanese Hammer’, TOOOORRRRRRR-RRRRRUUUUUU… TAKA-HAAAARRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAA!!” “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” The crowd definitely seem to have decided that King is preferable to the Japanese Hammer and let both competitors know it in no uncertain terms. Max smiles encouragingly and the crowd and waves one arm to encourage them to greater efforts but TORU simply gives the fans the finger, then smirks in a self-satisfied manner as their derision increases in volume. Referee Brian Warner calls both men towards the middle of the ring, then signals for David Blazenwing to ring the bell: *DING-DING-DING!* A split-second before the bell TORU charges forwards and aims a running knee strike at Max’s sternum - The Icon manages to half-dodge, but TORU’s knee still catches him a glancing blow and throws him off-balance. TORU wastes no time in following up and begins to unload kick after punishing kick into Max’s left leg, driving the Superior Talent backwards around the ring. King seems to be trying to set himself to move in for a takedown but every time he readies himself- *CRACK!* -TORU’s foot slices into his thigh and throws him off again! With Max (literally) on the back foot TORU wades in and grabs his opponent around the head, delivering first a punishing knee strike to the midsection, then a stunning one to the jaw! King stumbles backwards with a glassy expression, and TORU takes one step after him then simply reaches up and piefaces the man to send Max King toppling backwards to the mat! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” “TORU SUCKS!” “TORU SUCKS!” “Well, at least they’re capitalising properly,” Suicide King says, looking around with grudging respect. For his part TORU isn’t doing anything to endear himself to the fans as he grasps his bicep with one hand and makes an obscene pumping motion with his arm, then turns towards Kelly Connelly. The leggy beauty is shouting encouragement to her man, but she quickly wises up to the fact that TORU has his sights set on her. Well aware of the big man’s agility Ms. Connelly retreats a step in case he has something aggressive like a plancha on his mind, but the Japanese Hammer just lowers his shades and ostentatiously peers over them, clearly undressing his opponent’s manager with his eyes! “FUCK HIM UP MA-AX, FUCK HIM UP!” Kelly smirks and points over TORU’s shoulder. The big man doesn’t seem overly concerned and simply turns around to find Max King back on his feet and heading for him. King doesn’t make any attempt at offence though - instead he marches straight up to TORU and goes nose-to-nose with the massive Saitaman. “I think Max King is as mad about the disrespect he was shown as anything else,” LDP states as the two men growl insults at each other, even though neither has a clue what the other is saying. “Max should feel lucky that TORU just pushed him over instead of finishing him there and then,” King remarks, taking the opportunity of a break in action to ogle Kelly some more. Not that he wasn’t ogling her when the action was taking place, but that’s the sort of perk you get when you’re a former World Champion and Commissioner. Max doesn’t seem to appreciate Suicide King’s assessment of the situation; instead, The Icon continues snarling insults at TORU. Takahara raises a hand and yawns, then uses that same hand to pieface Max again! King doesn’t fall over this time, and comes back with a slap that knocks TORU’s shades off and sends them skittering across the ring! TORU snaps his head back to face Max, clearly figuring out what painful punishment should be administered for such impudence… but Max has decided to end this discussion, and he leaps in the air to deliver an enzuigiri! *KER-RACK!* The blow connects with the side of TORU’s head and the big man wobbles, then drops to one knee, but doesn’t go completely over. Max King scrambles back to his feet and seems vaguely bewildered that his opponent, although dazed, isn’t prostrate on the canvas; however, you don’t become a former ICTV Champion by letting the grass grow under your feet and so Max takes advantage of Takahara’s lowered posture to thread his arms through underneath TORU’s into a double underhook, then hauls his opponent back to a standing position before delivering a crisp butterfly suplex that lands TORU on his back and drives the breath from his lungs! *BANG!* Max instantly floats over into a cover… ONE! …but doesn’t get any more than that, as TORU fires a shoulder off the canvas! King gets to his feet and lets TORU sit up, then approaches from behind and performs a somersault over his opponent’s head, grabbing the big Saitaman’s head as he does so and snapping his neck. TORU falls back clutching it and King gets back to his feet - dusting himself off, to a ripple of amusement from the crowd - before grabbing TORU’s head and bringing him back up to his feet. The Japanese Hammer is a resilient customer, but Max drives a right hand into his face to soften him up before Irish whipping the bigger man into the ropes. TORU hits and rebounds, but Max ducks under the attempted lariat and instead fastens a sleeper hold around Takahara’s head. TORU fights it - well, he waves his arms around and staggers in a circle with Max hanging off him - but King brings an end to that by kicking his feet out and dropping TORU on the back of his head as the Sleeper Drop is completed. “LET’S GO MA-AX!” “LET’S GO MA-AX!” The Iowan (is that a word?) crowd are firmly behind the Superior Talent who exchanges pleased glances with Kelly Connelly on the progress of the match, then heads for the corner. Once there he quickly scales the turnbuckles until he reaches the top rope, whereupon he leaps off… …sails through the air… …and lands hard, driving his elbow deep into TORU’s chest! *WHAM!* TORU’s coughing fit from the impact doesn’t prevent King from making another cover, causing Brian Warner to drop to his hands and knees and make the count… ONE! TWO!! …but TORU is nowhere near succumbing, as the big man kicks out just after two! King purses his lips as if to suggest that he wasn’t expecting anything else but thought it was worth a try, then takes hold of his opponent and brings him upright again. TORU obliges, perhaps too short of breath to do much else at the moment, and Max King places him in a headlock before grabbing his opponent’s tights and lifting, then driving TORU’s head into the canvas with an elevated DDT! “LET’S GO MA-AX!” Chris Card and Natasha are starting to look a little more concerned at ringside as Max gets back up to his feet. TORU has rolled over onto his back from the impact of the move but King makes no move to cover him; instead the Superior Talent steps through the ropes to the apron and begins to climb again… which is when Chris Card Enterprises move into action. With surprising speed for someone who has only been seen as a manager in the last couple of years, Chris Card darts around the ring and seizes Kelly Connelly, spins her around and places her in a reverse headlock. “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” “That’s the setup for the Cardiac Arrest!” Longdogger Pete bellows in outrage as the arena explodes in consternation. “Chris Card is going to perform his former finisher on Ms. Connelly, simply because her client is doing well in the ring!” No. No, he’s not. However, what Card does do is attract Brian Warner’s attention to the plight of this damsel in distress. The referee looks over and begins demanding that Card release Kelly, while Card simply smiles his cracked gravestone smile and shakes his head. Max King has seen what’s going on as well, but before he can decide what to do about it Natasha gets up onto the apron and shakes the top rope, causing him to slip and crotch himself on the top buckle! With The Icon thus incapacitated the Goth Bitch decides to add her own taste to the proceedings by stepping into the ring (after checking that Warner is still distracted), then superkicking Max King in the groin with her stiletto heel! *CHING!* “STERILISER!” Pete roars as Card, the need for a decoy done with, releases Kelly and pushes her contemptuously away. “It was all a goddamn setup!” “Simple, as you would expect from Card,” King sniffs, “but reasonably effective nonetheless.” ‘Effective’ is probably not how Max King would put it. ‘Excruciating’ might be closer to the mark, as Wrestling’s Superman tries very hard not to let tears escape his eyes on national television. However, even this is likely to prove the least of his worries very soon as TORU Takahara rises back to his feet and focuses on him. The Japanese Hammer narrows his eyes and strides towards his paralysed opponent with bad intentions in mind, then mounts the turnbuckles in front of King. Once on a level with The Icon TORU reaches up and underhooks Max’s left arm arm, then goes for the right… “A Super Tiger Driver!” LDP gasps in horror as Takahara’s nefarious plan becomes clear, “that could end the match right here, right now!” But the Miami Menace’s name-checking of a Fatboy Slim track does not come to pass as King refuses to be so easily put away; the former ICTV Champion fights it and not only prevents his right arm from being trapped, but even manages to pull the left away! That doesn’t seem to impress TORU though, and he delivers a stinging, insulting slap to his opponent’s face, then places one big hand on Max’s jaw and shoves! The first pieface sent a momentarily-stunned Max onto his ass. The second one just annoyed him. This one sends him toppling off a precarious seated position on the top buckle, all the way down to the arena floor. *CRASH!* “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” OK, not all the way. He bounced off the apron on the way down. “What is wrong with this man!?” Pete seethes as TORU climbs back down from the turnbuckles, jerks a thumb over his shoulder to indicate Max King to the horrified and slightly sickened Brian Warner, and barks something in thickly-accented English that might approximate ’COUNT!’ “Now that’s impressive!” Suicide King says with admiration, “not only insulting, but devastating too! I’m going to look forward to seeing this in the Wrestling Panda’s results section, Pete; TORU Takahara defeated Max King by count-out, following a shove!” Brian Warner doesn’t really have much of a choice, of course: ‘ONE!’ ‘TWO!’ Kelly Connelly has gone rushing to the side of her man; Card and Natasha seem to think about interposing themselves between her and him, but decide it’s not worth it in the end and stand aside to let her pass (both of them taking the opportunity to look at her ass as it passes). The lovely Ms. Connelly seems almost in tears as she talks in low, urgent tones to Max King to see if he can continue. King seems to nod a pained affirmative, but he’s showing no signs of even getting back to his feet yet, let alone into the ring. ‘THREE!’ ‘FOUR!’ TORU has sat down in the corner of the ring, slumped against the bottom turnbuckle, and calls Card over to him. Technical Perfection produces the Japanese Hammer’s shades (rescued from the mat after Max King’s slap), then passes the big man a bottle of Sake! TORU takes a swig, momentarily distracting Warner from his count to demand that he remove the bottle from the ring. TORU just shrugs, gives him the finger and points in the general direction of Max King to indicate that he really doubts there’s going to be any more in the way of a match. ‘FIVE!’ ‘SIX!’ From the look on his face as he continues counting, Brian Warner might be in agreement with the Tag Champion. However, it seems a certain Philly native might have something to say about that. “…LET’S GO MA-AX!” The chants suddenly start up again at full volume as the battered Superior Talent staggers to his feet. ‘SEVEN!’ “LET’S GO MA-AX!” TORU’s eyebrows raise far enough to be visible above his newly-replaced shades. The Japanese Hammer passes the Sake bottle back out to Card without taking his eyes from his revived opponent, then slowly pulls himself to his feet to get a better look. ‘EIGHT!’ “LET’S GO MA-AX!” Max King wobbles, but remains on his feet. It’s been a bit close, but he’s definitely going to beat the count back into the ring. All eyes are on him, and no-one sees TORU removes his shades again and toss them over the top rope to Card. ‘NI-’ It is at that moment that TORU Takahara races across the ring, barges past referee Brian Warner and clears the top rope with a mighty leap, sending 264lbs of Japanese Hammer directly at Max King with a tope con hilo! *WHAM!!* “…HO-LY SHIT!” “HO-LY SHIT!” “HO-LY SHIT!” Now, it’s true that a tope con hilo isn’t that impressive in this day and age where cruiserweights do all sorts of insane, gravity-defying things. The thing is, TORU isn’t a cruiserweight; he’s a heavyweight, and right now you can bet that Max King knows it. “TORU Takahara just crushed Max King!” Longdogger Pete cries, starting to sound slightly hoarse, “he realised King was going to beat the count and simply took him out!” The law of physics states, broadly, that big guys will land harder than little guys. TORU did more damage on re-entry than a Wildchild or a Zyon, but it takes him a couple more moment to pick himself up as well. However, no matter how shaken the Japanese Hammer seems, Max King is in worse shape. TORU, wincing as he straightens, seems to consider leaving his opponent on the outside and trying for a count-out again, but that seems to be a rather inexact science where Max King is concerned. Besides, it just wouldn’t be as satisfying. Therefore TORU shoves Kelly away and grabs Max by his hair to haul him to his feet, then rolls the Superior Talent under the bottom rope. TORU climbs up to the apron, then grabs the top rope in both hands and slingshots himself in, twisting in midair to land an elbow on his opponent that doesn’t do Max King any favours. “Max King has taken an awful beating over the last couple of minutes,” Pete says in concerned tones, “you have to wonder if he’s capable of getting back into this match even if he gets an opening; which with Card and Natasha to run interference, it doesn’t look likely will come,” the Longdogger adds bitterly, eyeing CCE as they exchange smirks. “Don’t resent TORU simply because he’s controlling the match,” Suicide King chides his partner. LDP mutters something non-Lockdown-friendly and grabs the Gambling Man’s drink to steal a swig. With a couple of devastating moves under his belt, TORU has figured that it might be time for a cover. From his landing position off the elbow he rolls into a loose lateral press, causing Warner to drop for the count… ONE! TWO!! TH- -but King kicks out! TORU glares at Warner as if blaming him for his opponent’s resilience, then reaches out and hooks his opponent’s far leg to make a more determined cover. ONE! TWO!! THR- -but Max kicks out again, still not willing to give up the fight! TORU snorts in disgust to show what he thinks of the two fingers that Brian Warner raises for the world to see, then grabs King under his arms and demonstrates some fairly impressive strength by hauling his opponent up bodily. Once upright TORU reaches through the woozy Max’s legs and grabs The Icon’s far arm to pumphandle it, before applying what amounts to a half-nelson to the near arm. Takahara waits a couple of seconds, just to drive home to everyone watching that he has Max King completely tied up and under his control, before using his leverage to hoist King off his feet, tilt him 90 degrees in midair so his head is pointing straight down, and sit out to drop the unfortunate King with the TORU Driver! *BANG!* King crumples bonelessly to the mat as TORU releases his grip, then gets back to his feet and heads for the turnbuckles. Max King is flat on his back at a diagonal to the ring ropes - a perfect set-up for what the Japanese Hammer has in mind. He makes that very clear by raising both fingers over his head and twirling them backwards, the same direction that one would spin in if one was to be doing… “The Shooting Star Press,” Pete says with an aura of resignation, “I have to say that for all Max King’s fighting spirit, if TORU hits this then it’s got to be all over!” TORU reaches the top rope, looks around to make sure that as many people as possible have time to point their cameras at him, then leaps off into the air… …backflipping in mid-flight as the flashes go off to capture the SWF’s most agile big man… …and comes crashing down! *BANG!* …onto a mat unfortunately lacking in Max King. He rolled to the side, cunning devil. “YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” “LET’S GO MA-AX!” “LET’S GO MA-AX!” “HE MOVED!” Pete roars into the noise, “Max King found the strength to move aside, and now it’s all to play for! Can he come back!?” “No!” King snaps, showing slightly more concern than he probably intended, “Max King has merely prolonged the end!” Damnit, Max King doesn’t seem to agree with his namesake. He finds the strength first to pound the mat with his fist, then to start to push himself up. It’s not a quick process; every new movement seems to bring a new twinge or ache, but Max persists. After a few seconds he’s back on his feet and drinking in the roars of the crowd… but as he turns around he finds that TORU has risen as well, the impact of the missed Shooting Star Press having only slowed him slightly! Max tries to get the advantage by swinging with a right, but TORU gets his left arm up to block it, then goes to the eyes to send Max staggering back into the ropes! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” “Damn it!” Pete shouts, unable to contain himself. TORU takes a gasping breath, still unable to suck much oxygen into his flattened lungs, but is able to grab Max King’s wrist and Irish whip him into the far ropes. King rebounds, but whether his streaming eyes have cleared and he sees TORU’s lariat coming or he just ducks on instinct, the Tag Champion’s blow misses and the Icon continues on, back to the ropes he started from. TORU turns to track him, but isn’t ready for the flying forearm that greets him! *CRACK!* “YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!” In classic Max King style, Wrestling’s Superman rolls through the move and comes to his feet to assume a (slightly shaky) pose that he holds for a second. TORU gets back to his feet, but the big man is dazed and staggers over to the corner to try and recover. King doesn’t waste a moment; the Philly native charges at his opponent, launching himself into the air when he’s a yard or two away and crushing TORU between his flying body and the turnbuckles! Max rebounds off his opponent and staggers, but catches himself… then steps back in and begins unloading chops into the Japanese Hammer! *SMACK!* “WHOOO!” *SMACK!* “WHOOO!” *SMACK!* “WHOOO!” *SMACK!* “WHOOO!” “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” TORU tries to cover up, but Max is having none of it; the Superior Talent is on a roll now, and with what is nearly a roar he grabs TORU and hauls him out of the corner. He delivers a sharp kick to the gut that doubles Takahara over, then places him in a standing headscissors and lifts, before jumping into the air and spiking TORU on his head! *BANG!* “Jumping Piledriver!” Pete says, gripping the arms of his chair, “could this be it!?” ONE! TWO!! THHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! TORU kicks out, and the crowd and Max King can’t believe it! The Icon isn’t daunted however, and he grabs TORU’s head to haul him upwards before placing him in a rear headlock. He reaches forwards to hook TORU’s leg ready for the King Buster… “ARGH!” …and TORU reaches up and backwards and digs his fingers into King’s eyes. Brian Warner yells at him of course, but Max has already released his hold by then. And as LDP starts spouting epithets that would do Cyclone Comet proud, TORU turns around and places Max King into a double underhook… but he doesn’t lift for the Tiger Driver straight away; instead he starts firing knees into King’s gut. *WHAM!* *WHAM!* Max King has proved himself to be a very resilient man. *WHAM!* No more mistakes. *WHAM!* Now TORU lifts… and despite any effort Max might be making to the contrary, he’s hoisted bodily off the canvas and turned upside down before the Japanese Hammer sits out. *BANG!* “TIIIIIIIGGGAAAAAAHHHH DRRRRRIIIIVVVVVAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!” King roars, hoisting his Pepsi up in salute. Brian Warner just drops to count. ONE! TWO!! THHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! *DING-DING-DING!* “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” “Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner,” Funyon booms over the crowd’s disapproval, “the ‘Japanese Hammer’, TOOOOORRRR-RRRRRUUUUUU… TAKA-HAAAARRRRRRRAAAAAAAAA!!” TORU rolls away from where Max King is staring sightlessly up at the ceiling lights and straight under the bottom rope to where Chris Card and Natasha are waiting. Without a backwards glance at his defeated opponent, he accepts the return of his coat, shades and title belt, and together the trio make for the entrance ramp. “That’s power!” King exclaims in pleasure, “that’s talent! That is why Magnifico chose so well when he employed TKO to be his bodyguards against that lunatic JJ Johnson!” “Do I need to remind you,” Pete retorts, knowing full well that he doesn’t, “that JJ Johnson beat TORU in the final of the Cold Front Classic?” “Pshaw,” King sniffs, “it occurred in a mosque, Dogger. I’m sure that makes all such results null and void.” With the Gambling Man finding a way to insult yet another audience demographic, the production truck quickly cut the mics. The final shot focuses on TORU Takahara marching up the entrance ramp. He’s on another roll. Who will stop him this time? FADE OUT Edited January 15, 2006 by Justice Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
the.weej 0 Report post Posted January 15, 2006 The live feed comes back in to show a chaotic scene with SWF personnel, a couple of EMTs and several interested onlookers, both from the arena staff and a few random nobodies, relatives and ring rats. The camera crew tries to squeeze through to get a focus on the man lying on the floor of a backstage corridor near some packing crates, but before they can get a good look a shout comes from off screen. “Let me through! Let me through, dammit! I’m his manager!” Chris Card barges through the crowd with little concern for the onlookers, then kneels down beside the man on the floor. The camera manages to slip into Technical Perfection’s wake and finally get a view of the downed wrestler; it is indeed KOJI Kitano, long black hair in disarray, who is on the floor and clasping his left arm to his body with an expression of anguish on his face. “What happened?” Card barks, but the EMT just shakes his head. “We’re not sure,” he replies, “he keeps saying-” “I wasn’t asking you,” Technical Perfection replies with withering scorn, then returns his attention to KOJI, who responds with a flood of Japanese. The words may be unintelligible to most viewers but the general gist comes through; several words that sound like curses, and one name. ‘Johnson’. “Well?” another voice asks, and Card looks up to see ‘Justice’ William Hearford standing nearby. Card straightens and faces down the former Tag Team Champion with an aggressive sneer. “Your Number One Contender, JJ Johnson, tried to attack El Luchador Magnifico whilst TORU, Natasha and myself were at the ring,” Card snaps, pointing a finger at Judge as if holding him personally responsible. Which, knowing Card, might not be far from the truth. “KOJI stopped him and Magnifico got away, but Johnson hit him over the head with something - KOJI isn’t sure what - and then put him in a damn juji-gatame and wouldn’t let go! His left arm could be completely wrecked!” KOJI nods vigorously, having understood most of what Card is saying, and utters a couple of sentences that seem to be him confirming Technical Perfection’s diagnosis. “Well, that’s unfortunate of course,” Judge says, pursing his lips, “but if you guys hadn’t got involved in this-” “Hang on just a minute!” Card growls, striding forwards to bury his finger in Heartford’s chest, “the only reason we got involved was because your company doesn’t do a good job of protecting its wrestlers, as has just been proved again!” “-and you wanted to get revenge for Johnson beating TORU in the Cold Front Classic, plus you hate Cucaracha Internacional!” Hearford replies, his own voice rising. “Don’t go hiring your wrestlers out as bodyguards and then come complaining to me when they get hurt, Chris! And before you say anything else,” he continues, raising a hand to forestall Card’s next words, “no, Johnson will not be stripped of his title shot for this because, as KOJI told you, he never laid a finger on Magnifico.” “Fine,” Card says through his teeth, “but you can tell Peters I want a match booked for Lockdown; TORU vs. Johnson. That little runt won’t fluke his way past TORU twice, and he’s gonna pay for this!” “I’ll see what I can do,” Judge replies, well aware of when to concede a little ground, “I need to go and tell Joe about this anyway. If you have everything under control here…” he continues, looking past Card at the EMTs. They nod, having got KOJI up to a sitting position and begun to apply a sling. Card watches Judge leave, then turns to Natasha and TORU who have just arrived. “Natasha, you’d best go with KOJI to the hospital,” Technical Perfection says without preamble, “TORU, come with me; we need to find Magnifico.” Card strides past them without another word. Natasha instantly moves over to KOJI and starts to talk to him in Japanese. Meanwhile TORU pauses to exchange a quick word of his own with his tag partner, then turns to follow Chris Card. The techs and onlookers scatter from his face in a way they didn’t do for Card, and more than one privately think that they’d rather not be JJ Johnson when the Japanese Hammer catches up with him. A couple even wonder about the long-term prospects of being the notably absent El Luchador Magnifico… FADE OUT Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
the.weej 0 Report post Posted January 15, 2006 (edited) ”Fans you were promised a Supermarket Death match between Bruce Blank and Akira Kaibatsu as part of their “Best of 5 Ultraviolent matches” series – but we’ve got to be honest, it’s not live, we had a crew out to tape it earlier this week. But while it was edited we got something from the producers of the TV show COPS” Says Pete as Storm returns from a commercial break. “I’ve seen this footage fans and let me tell you – it’s awesome” King adds with a big smile. “The SWF. . . erm proudly. . . presents Cops: Supermarket Death match.” ”Bad boys bad boys Watcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do when they come for you” C*O*P*S* Bad boys, bad boys Watcha gonna do, watcha gonna do when they come for you” Voice over ”COPS: a Langley / Barbour production” The familiar face of Sherif Burnette that we’ve seen on all those “World’s Worst” shows and anything else police related appears on the screen standing in front of a squad car with the lights flashing looking his usual serious self “What you’re about to see is real” he starts out pointing to the viewers at home to show just how sincere he is “it’s taped on location with a camera crew that takes us right into the action. But tonight we also have shocking footage from a local supermarket security cameras when events spiral out of control, when people don’t know when to stop it’s a job for the boys in blue” And with that we fade to a camera taping out of the front window of a patrolling cop car somewhere downtown Ames. ”Waltman Street 10 PM” “Officers Styles and Hart were on their nightly patrol, a quiet night so far” the voice over tells us as we get establishing shots of officers Styles and Hart “But all that is about to change” *KRSSSSH!!* Unit 42! Unit 42! we have a 24-7 in progress at Albertson’s Grocery Store on the corner of Oscar and Meyer please respond *KRSSSSH!* Officer Styles quickly grabs the microphone to respond to the “Brawl in progress” call *KRSSSH!* This is Unit 42, we are less than 2 minutes away proceeding to the location right away. As we watch the car speed through the streets the voice of Officer Hart is heard over the sound of the sirens. “We didn’t know what to expect from a 24-7 really, I mean had it been a 7-11 we would have relaxed a bit but a 24-7 is just so unpredictable. We were fearing the worst – crack heads, drunk kids, Salvation Army… we just didn’t know. Of course when we got there all of our worst fears were put to shame.” The car pulls into the parking lot at Albertson’s and the camera quickly zooms in on a beat up Ford pick-up truck that’s crashed through the front window of the supermarket. “Holy S*BEEP*” Officer Hart says as they both quickly exit the car with their guns drawn “What the hell happened here?” Once again the voice of officer Hart is heard “When I saw that truck I knew it was serious, of course had I known exactly what had gone on already I would have been even more worried.” The following footage is from the in store security cameras capturing the events before Officer Hart and Styles’s arrival “When a hooded man enters a supermarket it usually leads to instant chaos but as you will see tonight, don’t take anything for granted.” One of the internal security cameras capture Akira Kaibatsu, wearing a mask, fists taped but otherwise in street clothes, entering the supermarket where he looks around. Then much to his surprise he’s approached by a couple of teenagers who want his autograph. At first Akira tries to brush them off, not that he’s rude but he’s on the look out for Bruce, but then finally he signs both pieces of paper. “It certainly doesn’t look like he’s here to rob the place now does it? But just wait and see what happens only moments later” Akira signs a few more autographs but he’s stopped mid “Kaibatsu” as he hears an engine roaring and see bright headlights through the window of the store. Seconds later Akira pushes a kid out of the way and leaps to safety himself as *KREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHH!!* Bruce’s beat up pick-up truck comes blasting through the window sending a rain of tiny glass shards everywhere in the store. The customers all stare at the truck in a state of shock as the beefy Bruce Blank opens the driver’s side door and steps out with a “Woops” expression on his face. “This is a prime example of why you shouldn’t drink and drive, but just as the customers thought that it was the end of the trouble this happens” the voice over explains Bruce raises his big cowboy booted foot and kicks Akira square in the jaw as the masked superstar looks up at his opponent. 3 seconds later Bruce has Akira by the shirt and then mask as he throws him face first into the cash register *BAM!!* And then quickly follows up with another cash register / masked face collision *BAM!!* The impact of the second blow actually shifts the previously bolted down cash register as Akira slowly sinks to his knees holding his jaw in agony. But the agony only increases as Bruce casually reaches over and pushes a button on the cash register so that the drawer shoots out and hits Akira in the nose *CRACK!!* “Now watch as the attacker takes the opportunity to grab a handful of cash when no one else is watching” Akira flops over on his back like a dead fish with blood running down his face from his broken nose. The passenger side door opens and out steps a very intimidated looking referee that Bruce apparently brought with him to the store. “One” Not really looking for a 10 count just yet Bruce quickly breaks the count as he grabs Akira by the ankle and casually drags him across the floor towards the produce section like he didn’t way anything at all. When they pass a table stacked with bananas, kiwis, coconuts and other fruits Akira reaches out and grabs hold of one of the legs to stop Bruce. The Ultraviolent champion does stop for a second, but then he pulls on Akira’s leg with enough force to snap the table leg in Akira’s hand. “It seems like these two have a personal grudge with each other, it’s just a shame that unsuspecting shoppers have to be subjected to this” the voice over points out as we see shots of people hauling ass out of the store. With the table broken all the fruit spills out over the floor which Akira immediately grabs for, desperately trying to get a weapon to fight Bruce off with. He wraps his hand around something and quickly tosses it at Bruce Blank *SPLOTCH!!* Of course the banana didn’t really do much damage as it bounces off Bruce’s forehead. “Is that the best you got??” Bruce yells at Akira *BONK!!* A coconut bouncing off Bruce’s skull proves that it was far from the best Akira had *BONK!*CRACK!* A second coconut breaking over Bruce’s skull hammers the point home, hammers it so far home that Bruce staggers backwards for a step or two. The moment’s breather is all Akira needs as he leaps back to his feet, scans the area for a weapon and then picks up a huge watermelon from the middle of a display. Akira raises the watermelon over his head, runs forward and then quickly brings the green monster melon down before Bruce can put up his hands to block it “That was Albertson’s prize watermelon, it had won the blue ribbon at the state fair, but these two guys are bound and determined to turn it into jam” The prize winning melon shatters in several colorful pieces as the force and the weight snaps Bruce’s head to the side knocking the big man down onto the cold tile floor. Akira knows that he can’t let Bruce breathe for a moment or he may very well end up on the losing end, so he quickly grabs another coconut and drives it into Bruce’s head in a very unique version of a fist drop, replaying the infamous Piper / Superfly incident so many years ago. “When the masked man was attacked we assumed he was just an innocent victim but the determination he fights back with leads us to think that this wasn’t an unmotivated attack – it’s clear that these two guys have a personal problem” Without thinking about his actions Akira quickly climbs up the shelves on the end wall ignoring the fact that he was knocking half the contents of the shelves off in the process. Once he’s up on the top shelf he takes a moment to get his balance as he waits for Bruce to get back to his feet. “In all my years in law enforcement I’ve never seen a fight like this, once we saw the tapes we began to suspect that there was more to this than meets the eye” Sheriff Burnette explains as we watch Bruce slowly get back to his feet. Akira leaps off the shelf going for a “top shelf” huracanrana on the much bigger man locking his leads around the head of the ultraviolent champion. The second Bruce feels Akira’s legs lock he reacts instinctively by lifting and shoving Akira’s body forward thus blocking the huracanrana and also tossing Akira through the air straight into the donut display chest first. *KREAAAAAAAAASH!!* “That footage made me sick to my stomach, such callous disregard for donuts!” Akira lays across the broken shelves with custard and jam stains all over his body from where he took out the baked goods. After a moment or two he finally opens his eyes, wondering where Bruce went – but the second he opens his eyes he hears this rolling, screeching, shaking sound that only a crappy shopping cart can make when driven at high speed. Right at him *KREEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSH!!* The metal frame of the shopping cart is driven straight into Akira’s abdomen with such force that it knocks the Japanese superstar even deeper into the donut stand. Bruce can’t help but smile as he looks at the carnage, then he grabs an unsmooshed donut and stuffs all of it in his mouth as he admires his handy work. After eating the donut Bruce grabs the mangled cart and picks it up, he actually raises the heavy metal shopping cart of his head and then swings it towards where Akira is *SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHH* “Unfortunately the perpetrator hit the security camera in this aisle so we have no actual footage of what happens in the next couple of minutes, just what the camera in the next aisle picks up.” We switch to a shot of the next aisle, cereals and other breakfast products – first it looks like it’s a still photo, but then we see one side of the aisle shake, like someone was thrown against the other side of it. Then it shakes again, this time like a much bigger person was thrown against it as the force knocks a lot of boxes of cereal off the shelves. Then for a moment or two nothing changes, that is until we see a mangled shopping cart drive by the end of the aisle and then. *BLAM!!* Someone obviously hit the shelving unit once more cause this time it topples over and crashes into view of the camera in the next aisle and we see Bruce Blank in the rubble – since we saw him last he’s been cut open over the right eye and he’s cradling his left fist like he broke something. “We’re not sure what went on in the couple of minutes they were out of the security camera’s view but it wasn’t pretty” Akira looks quite ghastly with the broken nose bleeding all over his mouth and chin but he keeps on attacking Bruce with everything he can get his hands on, each time trying to hit Bruce in the head or around the neck. With Bruce on his knees Akira realizes that he can capitalize on the vulnerable state and perhaps even win the match so he quickly races over to the freezer units at the end of the aisle and grabs a 15 pound frozen turkey and then clobbers Bruce over the back of the head with the frozen foul. After a sickening thud Bruce collapses on the floor seemingly out cold. Akira motions for the referee to start the count and the scared, timid zebra comes out from behind the counter where he was hiding and begins to count Bruce down “ONE!!” “TWO!!” Bruce’s arm twitches as he tries to get it in the right position “THREE!!” “FOUR!!” The Ultraviolent champion is able to roll over on his back as Akira impatiently paces back and forth in the background keeping a close eye on his opponent. “FIVE!!” “SIX!!” With a lot of effort Bruce manages to sit up, giving the camera a clear view of the damage that’s been done to his so far, the blood splatter on his shirt tells the tale of a man that’s lost a lot of blood and none of it by his own free will. “SEVEN!!” Akira can feel victory slipping through his fingers as Bruce is about to go from sitting up to standing up. Now normally he would stay back but his hatred for Bruce and his desire to win this match as quickly as possible clouds Akira’s judgment as he races towards Bruce with visions of a Shinning Wizard in his head. Akira steps on Bruce’s right thigh Draws his leg up to connect with the side of Bruce’s head And *CRACK!!* Through dumb luck or intelligent forethought Bruce ducks his head to the side at the last moment and Akira’s shin ends up connecting with the steel of the shelf right behind Bruce. With Akira in agony Bruce takes a moment to catch is breath before he even attempts to get back on his feet while hanging on to the shelves for balance. After getting back to his feet and shaking some of the pain in his left arm Bruce turns his attention towards Akira, who’s still on the ground “I cannot stress how dangerous this is, you should never attempt anything like this in your local supermarket… or backyard” Bruce stomps Akira right in the back of the head and then quickly drapes Akira’s leg over the side of a shelf and quickly kicks Akira hard on the already hurt shin. It’s very obvious that Akira is in a lot of pain as he tries his best to block his leg from more damage but Bruce’s onslaught is relentless now that he smells victory. Figuring that Akira’s shin may be broken just isn’t enough of an advantage for him he quickly grabs a bag of flour off a cooking supply shelf and dumps the entire bag on Akira turning him into a white ghost with flour everywhere “If you are wondering why the cops haven’t shown up yet then it’s because the store manager is still in the back hiding somewhere and he hasn’t pushed the alarm button yet, incredibly enough this fight had attracted a crowd of onlookers not unlike a car crash.” With Akira temporarily blinded Bruce is free to do as he pleases with his helpless opponent. After rubbing his hands in anticipation Bruce turns around heads back to the freezer units at the end of the aisles. After rummaging around in the freezer section for a moment Bruce pulls out a couple of grill skewers complete with frozen beef and green peppers and what not. Down the aisle Akira is trying to feel his way around by staying near the shelves as he tries to sneak away and hopefully recover, but unfortunately for the Divine Wind he’s leaving a trail of flour on the floor and Bruce can easily track him down. “These two men have been fighting through the grocery store for a good 10-15 minutes but it’s not until now that the shop owner has had the courage to climb out of hiding and push the alarm bell. The police should be on the scene within 5 minutes or so” The grainy security camera footage goes blurry for a moment as Bruce launches himself at Akira with the pointy ends of the skewers aimed right at the defenseless cruiserweight’s forehead. Bruce stabs at Akira’s forehead a few more times drawing a lot of blood that looks even more freaky on the flour white mask and skin of Akira Kaibatsu. Bruce raises the skewers again, hoping to do more damage, but his hand stops mid air as Bruce’s facial expression turns from anger to extreme pain. “This guy just lucked out or he could have been permanently blinded” Bruce freezes with his hand raised in the air, then he slowly drops the skewers and looks down to see a pair of barbeque tongs squeezing his testicles. Apparently Akira has acted in desperation and just grabbed the first thing he got his hand on, which was the tongs and then THEY had grabbed the first thing they wrapped their metal grips around – Bruce’s testicles. Not a sound escapes Bruce’s mouth as Akira keeps the pressure up but the look on Bruce’s face tells everything that he’s in a world of pain. After a moment Akira releases his grip, but then as Bruce draws a breath of relief Akira squeezes once more inflicting even more pain “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRHHH!!!” Bruce’s scream of agony is the only sound heard in the entire supermarket. Akira frantically tries to wipe the flour and blood out of his eyes and face in general while he tries to maintain a tight grip on Bruce’s nuts – this way he knows exactly where he has Bruce at all times. After finally getting the flour and blood out of his eyes by wiping his face with slices of white bread Akira releases the grip on the tongs and thus Bruce’s testicles. But Bruce’s reprieve is short lived as he’s knocked back against the shelves with a roaring elbow from the still limping Akira followed by a couple of quick chops to Bruce’s chest *CHOP!* “WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” “I’ve never seen anything like this in my entire life” Sheriff Burnette says as the fans gathered around the two fighters “WOOO” like Ric Flair. Akira suddenly realizes what aisle he’s in as he sees all the cleaning supplies and cleaning aids lined up. The Divine Wind quickly grabs a mop and twirls it like the mop was an ancient martial arts’ weapon and he was the ultimate master of it. He twirls right, then drives the mop head into Bruce’s left side, then he swings around and drives the stubby end of the mop right into Bruce’s solar plexus with enough force to snap the handle. “FUCK HIM UP!! FUCK HIM UP!!” The hardcore fans that have followed the action around the grocery store are urging Akira to do as much damage to Bruce as he possibly can, they want to see blood… and although they already have seen blood tonight it’s just not enough. Proving that he’s just as adept with two shorter sticks as he is with one long one Akira lets the blows rain down over Bruce’s arms, neck and head as Bruce tries desperately to block the attack to no avail. “If you listen closely you can hear the siren of the approaching officers Styles and Hart, they are pulling into the parking lot as we speak” Bruce desperately needs something to protect himself with and he reaches for the first and closest thing he can find, which is a spraycan of air freshener. Bruce quickly points his lavender scented weapon at Akira and pushes the button. The rush of fresh smelling but blinding mist shoots from the nozzle but totally misses Akira as the Divine Wind demonstrates his speed by ducking under it and then knocking the can from Bruce’s hand. The shot switches from the internal security cameras to the crew following Officers Styles and Hart as they approach the hole in the window that Bruce’s pick-up truck made “Holy S*BEEP*” Officer Hart says “What the hell happened here?” Both officers quickly pick up the sound of a fight going on somewhere inside the grocery store and enter with their guns drawn. The first thing they see is the busted and blood covered cash register and the carnage that Akira and Bruce caused in the produce department. “I think we may need a SWAT team” Officer Styles says nervously as he stares at the streaks of blood on the ground “Not yet, this may just be two dope heads on a bad trip” Officer Hart replies as they carefully follow the trail of destruction up the bread aisle, making sure they cover each others backs “I don’t like this… not one bit” the deadly serious Officer Hart says as they see a footprint in the blood. As they turn the corner Officer Styles stops dead in his tracks as he sees the total destruction of the donut display, the bloody handprint on the boxes and the dozens and dozens of smooshed donuts. “No” he whispers as he looks at it all “The horror… the humanity!!” officer Styles whispers as he stands there and stares in disbelief “Pull yourself together man!” officer Hart admonishes him trying to shake him out of his donut shock. Office Hart looks at the cereal aisle where several sections of shelves has been knocked down and hundreds of boxes are scattered all over the floor. Then he notices the area where Bruce dumped the flour, the footprints in the flour tells a clear tale of tens of people walking through it following close behind the two combatants. “Come on they’re close” *CRASH!!* “What was that??” Officer Styles asks “If I didn’t know any better I’d say it was someone being thrown into a mirror… but that can’t be right” Officer Hart replies as they get closer to the fight. Officers Hart and Styles catch up with the crowd that’s cheering Akira Kaibatsu on and quickly make their way through it to see the strange sight of a masked man from Japan covered in flour and blood holding a redneck in a Dragon Sleeper “What in the world?” Officer Hart asks no one in particular “FREEZE POLICE!!” Officer Styles shouts as he points his gun at Akira and Bruce. Akira ignores the instructions to “freeze” as he begins to lift Bruce up in the air, he won the first round with the Kaibatsu drop, he’s not going to let the boys in blue keep him from doing it again, no way, no how. He actually manages to raise Bruce’s massive body into the air and flip it over his shoulder, but as Bruce comes down he stomps on Akira’s damaged leg to blocks Akira from finishing the move. “FREEZE POLICE!!” Officer Styles yells again. Bruce just stares at the two police officers in surprise then he says “No habla Englese!!” and then drives the steel covered tip of his boot right into Akira’s already damaged shin to cause even more damage. Then he picks up the air-freshener spray that Akira knocked out of his hand earlier, pulls out his trusted zippo from his pocket and lights it “NOT ANOTHER STEP!!” Office Styles nervously shouts out as Bruce has his back to the officers. Bruce just smirks, holds up the lighter and then… *SSSSS*FWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSHHH* A stream of fire shoots out from the lighter and completely engulfs Akira’s upper body for a second. Once the flames die down we see Akira on the ground holding his face as he writhes in agony. Bruce motions for the referee to start counting and then he turns towards the police officers with a big fake smile “ONE!!” “HANDS UP MISTER” Officer Hart yells “TWO!!” Bruce casually raises his arms as he keeps smiling and walking towards the police officers, obviously trying to distract them while the referee counts Akira down. “THREE!!” “What seems to be the trouble officers” Bruce asks with a straight face “FOUR!!” “Trouble?? TROUBLE?? You are under arrest for assault and battery, maybe more” Officer Hart explains “FIVE!!” “And for grievous harm to donuts!” Officer Styles adds as he pulls out a pair of handcuffs “SIX!” Bruce looks at Akira who’s not in any shape to get up after being burnt, his mask protected him from lasting damage but right now he’s in agony. “SEVEN!!” “I just defended myself! I’m innocent officers” Bruce says blatantly bullshitting the cops “EIGHT!!” “We saw what you did, ON YOUR KNEES!!” Office Hart yells as he raises his gun once more “NINE!!” The two officers approach Bruce but the Ultraviolent champion is afraid that they may end up breaking the count so he lunges forward to draw their attention away from Akira and towards himself. “You are under arrest!!” Officer Styles says as he leaps on Bruce’s back trying to bring the big man down “TEN!!” Bruce almost doesn’t notice the 10 count as officers Styles and Hart are trying to tackle him to the ground but he does hear it and thus stops trying to defend himself Only too late *FFSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS* “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH MY EYES!!” Bruce screams as Officer Styles sprays him in the eyes with mace. The two officers quickly get Bruce to the ground and manage to handcuff him. Officer Hart radios for assistance as Officer Styles reads Bruce his rights “This if officer Hart, requesting a couple of ambulances on location at Albertson’s Grocery Store – we’ve got two people in need of serious medical attention. We also need someone to analyze a white powdery substance found at the crime scene” Even though he’s cuffed and slammed against the ground Bruce is still struggling against the officers and yells all sorts of obscenities at them as the end credits roll across the screen. “Get your *BEEP* hands of me you sons of *BEEP* I’ll *BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP*” After the clip ends we return to Longdogger Pete and the Suicide King at ringside, Pete looks a bit shocked while King is laughing at the whole thing. “Awesome! Just awesome – Bruce evens the score at 1 to 1 AND he becomes a cross program celebrity, he could end up on CNN after that perforrmance.” King says as he applauds Bruce’s “Performance” “I should add that all charges against both Akira and Bruce were dropped the next day when Joseph Peters reluctantly got in touch with the police department and cleared everything up” Pete adds. “Peters wants to be sure we get to see match 3 at Lockdown, so far this has been a bloody brutal affair – so I totally approve.” King says with a smile and then goes on “I don’t think Akira’s paycheck quite covered ALL the damage though, maybe the Divine Wind will have to take a second job to pay for the damages” “Yeah he could be our color commentator King” Pete says with a wry smile “Oh you son of a bi…” Fade out Edited January 15, 2006 by realitycheck Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
the.weej 0 Report post Posted January 15, 2006 “And where the hell were you?” Card snarls, pacing up and down the locker room. El Luchador Magnifico, hands resting the World Title that sits across his knees, raises an eyebrow. “I got away, of course,” he shrugs, “I wasn’t going to hang around with Johnson waving that chair about.” “You got away,” Card repeats, “and Johnson took out KOJI! He’s injured, Magnifico; he probably won’t be able to wrestle for a couple of months at least, and he certainly can’t guard you! The two of you could have taken Johnson out, but no, you had to save your own skin!” “Now hang on a second, gringo,” Magnifico replies heatedly, rising to his feet, “I hired you and your ‘boys’ as guards! If you want to leave me unprotected by going down to the ring with him,” here he waves a hand at the brooding TORU Takahara, “then you deal with the consequences! Johnson would not have attacked if you had all been with me!” “So TKO are supposed to suspend all of their matches simply to babysit you?” Card asks incredulously, “that was not part of the deal! And besides,” he continues, “we’ve got… oh shit!” Card turns and kicks a bag, hard. Coming as the kick does from a Muay Thai expert, the bag doesn’t stop until it hits the wall. Hard. “Problem?” Magnifico asks. Card glares at him. “Yeah, I’d say there’s a problem. TKO are due to defend their Tag Titles against Landon Maddix and Max King sometime before Clusterfuck. There’s no way KOJI will be fit in time, which means they’re going to lose the belts on a technicality. To Landon!” he growls, and looks around for something else to kick. “So find a replacement partner,” ELM says in a bored tone of voice. “Are you offering?” “No.” “Then shut up,” Card snaps, before turning to TORU and speaking quickly in Japanese. The big man grunts what seems to be an affirmative and settles down on a bench, crosses his arms and fixes Magnifico with a steady gaze. Card heads for the door until Magnifico leaps up and grabs his arm. “Where are you going?” he demands, “you stay here!” “I’m going to ring Natasha at the hospital,” Card snaps, snatching his arm away from Magnifico’s grip and then pointing at TORU. “He’ll look after you… as long as you don’t leave this room. If you do, you’re on your own. Oh, and just remember,” Card fires over his shoulder as he steps through the door, “if Johnson hadn’t got lucky before Christmas, you’d be facing TORU in a fortnight.” Technical Perfection slams the door behind him, leaving the World Heavyweight Champion alone with the Tag Team Champion. Magnifico snorts in disgust and sits down, but can’t help glancing over at TORU. The big man is still staring at him. “What?” TORU doesn’t reply, maybe because he can’t formulate a sentence in English, maybe because he doesn’t want to. But he doesn’t look away. Magnifico tries staring back, but finds the Japanese Hammer’s unflinching gaze a little disconcerting, as indeed was Chris Card’s last comment. Magnifico has been in the ring with TORU twice; once when TKO teamed up with Todd Cortez for a six-man tag and beat Magnifico, Landon Maddix and, interestingly enough, JJ Johnson; and once just before Christmas in a Fatal Four-Way where, Magnifico remembers with a flash of anger, TORU took advantage of Stryke’s Backdrop Driver to hit the Shooting Star Press - a move that Magnifico himself made famous in the SWF! - and pin the World Champion. TORU still isn’t looking away, and something about his eyes makes Magnifico think that the big man is remembering that moment as well. What’s more, he gets the impression TORU thinks that if it hadn’t been for JJ Johnson, in two week’s time history should - and would - be repeating itself. Magnifico shivers, and pulls out a magazine to read. It looks like he might be here for a while. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
the.weej 0 Report post Posted January 15, 2006 We return to SWF Storm, at Albertsons it seems, as the cameraman runs to catch up to Akira after his match. Cameras are heavy, though, and Akira disappears through the glass doors out into the parking lot. Scrambling to catch up, the cameraman hobbles past the customer service counter and- "-o you know why Smarkdown was pre-empted, Bruce?" "I don't ca-" "It was because of you!" Intrigued, the cameraman inches closer to the counter, and peers into a back room. We see Bruce Blank, sitting rather nonchalantly, and Joseph Peters, who is... well, he's just pissed. "After Lockdown aired, the sponsors went nuts, and their lawyers pulled some... crazy lawyer shit, I don't know, and nearly stopped Smarkdown from being aired at all! I don't know how, I barely understand half of what they say - the point is, we're lucky we managed to air it only two days late, which threw off our entire schedule!" "Is there a point to this, Joe?" "Yes there's a point - you're suspended. Indefinitely." "... Oh no, no more Family Friendly bullshit! Whatever shall I do?!" Bruce puts a hand up to his forehead in fake melodrama, and pretends to collapse from his chair. "Not just Lockdown, Bruce - you're suspended from all SWF programming." Now Bruce really does fall out of his chair. "You've got to be kidding me-" Peters gets right into Bruce's face. "I have never been more serious in my life, Bruce. You're lucky I don't fire you outright, which may end up happening anyway. You've endangered Lockdown and Smarkdown, cost this company God knows how much money, and generally been a pain in my ass since you got here. The sponsors-" "FUCK the sponsors, Peters! Dump them and find some new ones, because I'm sick of taking all this crap from you when they're the ones you're pissed at!" "Dump the sponsors and find some new ones? Gee, I didn't realize it was that simple! Hang on, I'll go make some calls, and we'll have new sponsors in time for Lockdown - give me a break, Bruce! You don't know anything about this job, or how long it takes to get things done! I have been looking into getting new sponsors, but these things take time! And until we get it done, you're off the air!" "Like hell I am! I've got my Best of Five to think about-" "Not anymore, you don't." Bruce has had enough. We know this, because he gets up and says "I've had enough of this. Of your spineless-" "I'm done with you, Bruce." And with that, Peters turns to leave, then sees the cameraman peeking at them from around the corner. "God dam-" FADE OUT. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
the.weej 0 Report post Posted January 15, 2006 Good show for how short is was. Of course, once again CC (re: me) has screwed up and posted it a day late, so I'll have to rush the card. And as for that card... uh... up as soon as I can finish it; may have to do some improvising for this one. -Z Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
