Smartly Pretty 0 Report post Posted July 25, 2006 Like bringing a knife to a gun fight… Like bringing a knife to a gun fight… LIKE BRINGING A KNIFE TO A GUN FIGHT! Hollywood Spike Jenkins makes his way out of the curtain, making gestures towards his waist, showing he truly believes he’ll win the following match. The Smarktron then switches from Spike’s video, to a clip from his qualifying match. Spike rolls over onto his feet, as Manson shouts in pain. He turns over onto his hands and knees, attempting to get up…but Spike cuts him off with another martial arts kick to the shoulder. Manson lets out another shriek as The King of Cambodia jumps on top of him, taking him to the mat. He locks Manson’s right arm in between his legs and pulls back on the left arm in a Rings of Saturn! By the time the video is done, Spike is in the ring, done with his entrance, and a new song hits. WU-TANG CLAN COMIN’ ATCHA! Akira jumps through the entrance, and the crowd erupts. He’s the clear fan favorite in the match, and he’s got a few extra cheers, with his huge return and all. Another clip from Lockdown follows. Wait, NO! Akira rolls backwards…and lunges forward at Austin’s throat. He curls Sly’s arm backwards and hooks his arm through the whole he created! “Akira’s got the Anaconda Vice locked in!” Mak screams. “How much longer can Sly stay in there!” Sly reaches forward with his free hand, but this position doesn’t allow him to move anywhere…he’s got nowhere else to go…and nothing left to breathe… Protect Ya Neck ends, and ‘Don’t Ask Me No Questions” by Lynyrd Skynyrd replaces it. SWF’s Redneck Superman makes his way out. His victory clip then airs. Before releasing him, leaving him hanging upside down on the top turnbuckle. Bruce swiftly turns around, bends down a bit so he can put his shoulder under Zyon’s body before picking the Unique Youth up in a running power slam position. “OH NO!” Mak yells out knowing what’s coming “OH YES!” King counters as Bruce takes 3-4 running steps across the ring before leaping into the air RUNNING PILEDRIVER!! Finally, the creepy, intimidating guitar riffs of Bucketheads version of the theme from Halloween burst through the P.A, and ‘Iron’ Michael Cross comes out of the curtain. A bit wobbly, Hawke stands back up, both men back to their feet. Jay neglects to mind where he is, and stumbles right into ‘Iron’ Mike Cross who drags him back suddenly without caution or even thinking about it into a Dragon Sleeper. He locks it, slowly drags up his opponent with almost no stamina or arm strength left, and drills him into the mat with a sloppy and unprotected… “SILENT RAGE SYNDROME! COVER!” With all four men of the Survival of The Fittest tournament in the ring, Funyon grabs a microphone and sends his booming voice into it, “FIRST, from Hollywood California he is a Two time Cruiserweight champion…SPIKE….JENKIIIIINS!” “Second, representing Sendai, Japan…he is a former Cruiserweight and Tag Team champion….THE DIVINE WIND…AKIRRAAAA KAIBATSUU!” “Third, the longest reigning Hardcore Champion ever, from Mobile Alabama…BRUCE! BLAAAANK!” “And finally…the current SWF Cruiserweight Champion, from Detroit Michigan, IROOON…MIKE…CROSS!” DING DING DING! Akira and Spike start the match, and they start with a bang, Akira sending a huge European Uppercut his way! “We knew this was going to be fast paced and hard hitting, and well, that was both at the same time!” Mak shouts. Akira lifts up Spike, and throws a knife edged chop his way, leaning against the ropes. Kaibatsu throws yet another, and the impact causes Spike to turn around, and his chest leans against the ropes. Akira runs at the opposite ropes, and bounces back. He runs at the New Straight Edge Sensation, and drives him through the ropes to the outside with a front dropkick! “Don’t forget King, these two have wrestled in the past, and it was a classic,” Mak informs. “Mm hm,” King says. “Akira beat Spike after a Rising Sun over the ring ropes in a pure rules match.” “Akira’s got history with Blank too…and Cross as well,” Akira goes to the outside, and lifts up Spike. He throws his forearm up Spike’s throat with yet another European Uppercut! Then he throws Spike back into the ring, and follows him there. He lifts Spike up, and whips him into the other ropes…but Spike reverses! He stops, and grabs a hold of Akira’s arm, wrenching it. He lifts his leg up going for an Overdrive! He spins his foot forward…but Akira spins out of it! Akira grabs Spike in a front facelock and lifts him up. He drops him down, and spins him in mid air, extending a knee. Kaibatsu then plants Spike’s back right on the knee! “Divine Backbreaker!” Mak shouts. Akira rolls Spike over, and goes for a cover. ONEE! TWOO! THRENO! “Maybe a little too early for that one,” King says. “Now, both of these competitors are very loooong. Tall and skinny, and a lot of people think that’s a bad thing in wrestling, but when it comes to submission wrestling – what these two are familiar with, it can be very helpful, for stretching in various ways, and reaching for ropes,” Mak informs. Akira gets up, and approaches the ropes. He takes a look at Spike, timing his next maneuver. When he sees fit, he jumps onto the middle rope, and spins backwards, throwing his feet out, going for a dropkick. …but Spike is a quick guy, he ducks out of the way. Akira manages to land on his feet, and when he turns around, he’s met with a huge STO! YEEEAAAHH!! Spike gets up quickly and goes to the top turnbuckle. He waits for Akira to almost get up, as Kaibatsu did for him with his springboard dropkick. When Akira finally does get up, Spike pounces, leaping off with a missile dropkick. Only his is more successful than Akira’s. RAHHHHHHH!!! The impact from the dropkick causes Akira to roll backwards, into the corner turnbuckle. Michael Cross reaches over the ropes and tags Akira’s shoulder. He starts to run at Spike, but stops short. He turns around and kicks Akira right in the head! “Ohh, that’s a cheap shot, King,” “When you’ve got that opportunity, you’ve got to take it, Francis,” Cross then continues with his original plan and goes over to Spike, who is still recovering from his high impact dropkick. Cross grabs Spike’s arm, and Irish Whips him to the opposite rope. He tries to anyway, Spike reverses the Irish Whip, and gets in front of Cross. He then catches Iron Mike around the torso and flips him backwards with a belly to belly suplex! Spike makes a lateral press, and referee Nick Soapdish counts. ONEE! TWOOOO! THREENOO! “Spike’s gotta hook a leg there, King!” Spike doesn’t waste any time. He runs at the ropes, and bounces off while Cross begins to get up. Iron Mike reaches his knees when Hollywood leaps, and drives the bottom of his boot into Mike’s chin! “SHINING GAMENGIRI!!”King shouts. “That’s Akira’s move!” Mak reminds everyone. “ ONEEEE! TWOOOO! THREEEEENOOOOOO!! “He hooked a leg that time, Francis, a lotta good that did ‘em,” Mak harrumphs. Spike lifts up Cross, and throws a knife edge chop, before whipping Iron Mike into the ropes. Cross comes bouncing back, and Spike prepares to slam Cross in some way, but doesn’t get the opportunity, as Mike slides behind Spike and throws him down with a Sleeper Drop! Cross doesn’t waste a beat, and picks up Spike. He hits a huge elbow to Spike’s cheek, causing spit to fly to the side of the ring. Cross then Irish Whips Jenkins into the ropes, and Hollywood comes running back. Cross tries to leapfrog, but Spike stops in the middle of the ring, getting under the Suicide Messiah and seizing him around the shoulders to bring him back down to earth! With no further ado, the Hollywood Superstar spins Cross around, and locks in a reverse facelock before spinning to the left and hitting the Fall of Rome! YEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! “FALL OF ROME, MAK! COVER ‘EM SPIKE!” Spike rushes over to cover Iron Mike, but he doesn’t get the chance, as Bruce Blank makes a blind tag to Iron Mike, and climbs through the ropes. Spike doesn’t see this coming at all. Unfortunately, what he does see, is a big black boot square between his eyes. SMACK Blank raises his arms towards the crowd at Jurrasic Park, causing a roar of boos. He then turns towards Hollywood Spike Jenkins, who hasn’t been able to make a tag out yet. Blank jumps up, and holds his fist out. Said fist is then planted straight onto Spike’s head! WHIITEE TRASH! WHIITE TRASH! “Blank goes for the cover…” Mak says ONEEEEE! TWOOOOOO!! THREEENOO! “NO!” “Spike needs to make a tag, and bad,” King warns. Spike crawls towards Akira on the other side of the ring, but the Redneck Superman lifts the New Straight Edge Sensation by the leg, and hangs him upside down. Blank is unsure what to do with Jenkins from here, based on its unusualness, so he simply drops Spike down. “Not too many situations the 16 year vet hasn’t seen…I guess that’s one of them.” Blank shrugs off his momentary lack of creativity, and picks up Spike before throwing him up by the armpits, going for his trademark inverted atomic drop. Jenkins has other plans however, as he shifts his legs over, grabs Blank by the head, and shoves his shoulder into Blank’s chubby throat. “Minor threat!” King shouts. The New Straight Edge Sensation wastes little time, he gets to his knees and pushes out, reaching his arm forward slapping Akira’s hand. The Divine Wind rushes in and leaps, tilting backwards so he can drive his back into The Trailer Park Messiah’s gut with a standing senton. Kaibatsu lifts Blank by his unwashed hair, and throws a European Uppercut, snapping Blank’s neck back, before The Divine Wind hurls a knife edge chop at his chest. Kaibatsu then whips Bruce into the ropes. Bruce bounces off them, so Kaibatsu splits to the mat, and Blank steps over him, bounces off the other ropes, and is soon tripped by the still grounded Kaibatsu! “Not the fanciest technique, but it works, King,” “meh…” Akira grabs Blank’s head at the side, and applies a ground headlock. It doesn’t stay grounded for very long though, seeing as the size disadvantage is at exactly 100 pounds. Blank then backs up into the ropes, and uses the momentum to shove the former Cruiserweight champion off if him. Akira hits the other ropes, and bounces off. Blank stands his ground, and sticks his broad shoulder into Akira’s smaller wimpy ones, sending The Divine Wind to the mat. Blank runs to the left of Akira, and hits the ropes once again. Kaibatsu rolls over, and Blank meets him quicker than he wanted to Blank once again steps over him, and continues to run. Akira quickly reaches his feet, and jumps into the air, with a huge dropkick, timing it perfectly! Perfectly that is, if Blank had not stopped early. CRAAAAASH! Kaibatsu hits the mat hard, and Blank lifts him up by his new hair. Bruce applies a front facelock, and wraps the arm over, before lifting him up straight into the air. Blank smirks, certainly setting up the Blank Bomb—A move Akira became very familiar with over the course of his best of five feud with Blank. Very sneakily, however, Michael Cross taps Akira on the shoulder, without Blank noticing. “Cross makes a blind tag to Akira!” “But Blank didn’t notice…he’s still going to drop Akira with that Blank bomb!” Blank does just that, dropping Akira straight on his back with the Blank Bomb! He stays seated with Akira, making a cover, albeit a useless one. When Soapdish refuses to count, Blank gets up and begins to yell at the senior official. “COUNT!” It’s then that Iron Mike makes his way into the ring, quietly behind Blank;s screaming. Then in a sudden movement, he grabs Bruce’s head in a rear naked choke! Cross squeezes tighter with every second that goes by in the match. And with less and less air…Blank has no choice Nick Soapdish walks over to Blank in the hold, and grabs his left hand. He lifts it up…..and drops it back down, without any noise from The Redneck Superman He lifts it up one more time….and the Trailer Park Messiah lets it go. “Oh…come one Brucey….” King says Soapdish gives Blank one more chance…and Blank doesn’t take advantage. “BRUCE BLANK has been eliminated at 8 minutes and 12 seconds!” “Bruce is gone! One down!” “Good GOD, Mak! MICHAEL CROSSJUST CHOKED OUT THE LONGEST REIGING HARDCORE CHAMPION EVER!!!” Spike runs into the ring and throws a clubbing forearm at the back of Cross. Cross gets up, but he is immediately hit with an elbow to the cheek, and falls back down. He gets up again, but to the same result. Spike then picks up Iron Mike by the waist, in back suplex fashion, and drops him down on his face! “Ohh, what was that, Francis,” “Hell if I know,” Spike makes a quick cover, but Cross kicks out at one and a half. Cross and Spike both get up quickly, and Hollywood runs to the ropes, bounces back, and hooks his legs onto Iron Mike’s head. Spike spins around Cross’ body, more than once, and finally settles with his hands near Cross’ head. Hollywood then drops Cross right down with a DDT! “Satelite DDT!” Mak shouts. “Cover!” ONEE! TWOOO! THRENOO! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Spike doesn’t wait for Cross to reach his feet. Instead, he turns to Akira and jumps up, sending him off the apron with a huge dropkick! Spike hangs over the rope, and laughs at The Divine Wind on the floor. Hollywood Spike then ascends to the top turnbuckle. Before he can attempt a maneuver though, Cross has recovered, and leaps to the rope, crotching Spike on the top! OHHHHHH! “This whole match has been fast paced, King, but I think we can really expect it to go up a notch. All three of these men have held the cruiserweight championship at one point or another,” Cross climbs the turnbuckle, and applies a front facelock to Spike from the top. Spike throws punches to Cross’ gut at the top though, fighting to keep himself in the match. Spike then manages to hook Cross’ gut, and throw him off the turnbuckle with a huge avalanche powerbomb!!! YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! “Powerbomb off the top tope!” ONEEEEEE! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Spike gets up, and throws his hands in celebration. …as Soapdish points to Cross’ leg, clearly perched on the bottom rope! “No! Cross is still in the match! Rope break!” Spike is too busy gloating to recognize that Soapdish is trying to explain that Cross is still in the match though. Akira climbs to the apron, and slaps his former partner on the chest, tagging himself in. Spike, still taunting to the crowd, is in for a rude awakening, as Kaibatsu runs towards the ropes Spike is facing, springboards off the middle one, turns, and hits Spike with a gamengiri!! “Kamikaze Rush!” Mak yells. Spike stumbles around the ring, and finally finds a safe haven in the corner. What he believes to be a safe haven anyway…Akira comes running at him full speed with a Kauppo kick! YEEAAAHHH!! “Akira is going full speed right now!” King compliments. Kaibatsu lifts up Spike by the hair, and gets behind him, before he grabs Spike in a dragon sleeper, lifting him up, going for the Kaibatsu drop. Spike wriggles around however, and ends up behind Kaibatsu, allowing him to put the Divine Wind in a half nelson. Jenkins lifts Akira up, and drops him down on Spike’s extended knee! “HALF NELSON BACKBREAKER~! Ain’t it a beauty, Francis?” “Eh, nothin’ special,” Spike gets up right away, and sprints over towards the turnbuckle nearest them, and climbs to the top. He leaps off, bringing his feet toward his chest, only to shoot them back down with a double stomp to Akira’s gut! YEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH “Thing of beauty!” King shouts. “Cover!!” ONEEEEEE! TWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! THREEENOOO! “Damn!” King shouts, under his breath. Spike takes a deep breath, while on his knees, and turns to fellow Straight Edger Michael Cross, and gets up, and makes a tag. Cross steps into the ring, but isn’t there for long! He’s met with the huge black boot of Akira with the Yakuza kick, and flies out of the ring! YEEEAAAAAHHHHH! “Yakuza kick from Kaibatsu!” Akira doesn’t stop there though. He runs at the opposite ropes, and bounces back. In one swift motion, he grabs Spike Jenkins’ head in a front facelock over the ropes, jumps over the ropes sideways, spins back around in midair, and flips Spike off the apron with the world’s first suicide dive suplex! “What the hell?! What just happened!” RAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!! A-KI-RA! A-KI-RA! Akira won’t get caught up in the moment though. He sets himself up perfectly in front of the two fallen heels, getting back on the apron, and leaps up onto the top rope, shifting his legs to the side, bouncing off his ass for an Arabian moonsault onto both Spike and Cross! YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! “AKIRA KAIBATSU! SENDING THE FANS AT JURASSIC PARK INTO A FRENZY!” “Jesus…suicide dive suplex…arabian moonsault…” Akira gets a few slaps on the back from his admirers as he tosses Spike – the legal man – back into the ring. Akira climbs up to the apron, and climbs up the top rope next to him. He hops off, and tilts backwards, as the cameras in the crowd try to catch the Kodak moment of Akira Kaibatsu’s senton bomb! YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!! “SENTON BOMB COVER, AKIRA!!!” ONEEE! TWOOOOOOOO! THREEEEEEEEENOOOOO! NO! Akira slams the mat in dissatisfaction, but won’t slow the match down, and he picks up Spike by the hair. He then whips Hollywood into the turnbuckle, but Spike is poised in the ring, he uses his hands to push off the turnbuckle and goes straight up in the air, trying to fly behind Akira. Kaibatsu has Spike scouted though, and nails the former Cruiserweight champion with a European Uppercut! Kaibatsu then grabs Spike in a cravate, runs up the turnbuckle, backflips, and drops him on his head! “THE DIVINE WIND! THAT’S IT!!” ONEEEE! TWOOOO!! THREEEEE!! NO! NO! CROSS BREAKS IT UP!! “WHAT THE FUCK IS CROSS THINKING, KING?!” Cross stays in the ring, and throws a toe kick at Kaibatsu, and microphones on the outside of the ring pick up a faint voice. “YOU’RE NOT PINNING SHIT TONIGHT, AKIRA!” “Oh, god Cross, you’ve done some amazing things, but really, what the hell are you thinking. Is your grudge worth this? Is it worth possibly screwing away the International Title?” Cross then drags Akira over to his corner, steps outside the apron, slaps Akira on the shoulder, and steps right back in the ring. He walks over to Spike, and makes a cover of his own. ONEEE! TWOOOOOOOO! THRENO! Cross slams the mat in frustrations, but he’s fresh from the rest, and doesn’t want to waste that. He lifts up Spike, and nails him in the gut with a toe kick. Cross then butterflies the arms of Spike Jenkins, lifts him up vertically, and then drops him on his head with Nail in the Cross! BOOOOOOOOO-YEEEEEAAAH! “This crowd seems a bit torn between these two men, who are not normally fan favorites, King!” “I can really relate to them, Mak Francis, I don’t know who I’m rooting for right now,” Cross covers Spike, but Jenkins has his foot under the ropes right away, and Soapdish recognizes that right away before even bothering to count. The Suicide Machine picks up Spike, and whips him into the turnbuckle. He lifts up Jenkins to the top, and follows him up there. He locks in a front facelock, and is all set up for s superplex when Akira Kaibatsu comes out of nowhere to crotch both men on the top! He locks his former tag team partner in a rear waistlock, and pulls backwards…Spike gets sent for that superplex alright, but Cross gets sent with a Super German Suplex too! RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! “This match is getting out of control! What’s left for these guys to do?!” The Franchise yells. Akira goes back to his spot on the apron, as the two fallen Straight Edgers slowly reach their feet. They get to their knees around the same time, and after 10 to 15 seconds are wobbling at their feet. Jenkins surprisingly makes the first move, throwing a hard elbow to Iron Mike. *CRACK* The Suicide Machine answers right back however with an elbow of his own, sending the New Straight Edge Sensation back a step! *CRACK* Spike wont be the first to fall though. He uses that extra step he lost to run at Cross and send him to the ground with a huge lariat! “These three men are giving it their all, and all for the sake of this International Title!” King shouts, ecstatic for his two favorite dickheads in the match. “Aecas was a great champion, no doubt, but I don’t know if he would have won a match with these guys. They really want it, King.” Spike picks up Iron Mike by his long hair, and throws another short elbow before locking in a front facelock. He throws Cross’ arm around his shoulder, and lifts him up in the air. He spins, so he faces the ropes, and drops Cross down forwards. Cross’s leg bounce off of the ropes, and he comes flying backwards for a slingshot suplex! “Slingshot Suplex! Cover, Spike!” King shouts. But Spike doesn’t go for a cover just yet. He flips Iron Mike over, so he’s lying stomach down. Spike then grabs his head on a crossface, and holds Cross’ arm behind his head, completely locking in the Strong Island Stretch! Cross screams in agonizing pain, scrambling with his legs to get closer to the ropes. He’s successful in getting closer, but he is still not close enough to reach out and grab the rope to force Spike to release the vicious stretch. TAP! TAP! TAP! Cross will not tap though. He just keeps fighting his way towards the ropes. Then, in a sudden act, Akira comes walking over to the apron where Cross is trying to grab the rope. Akira grabs a hold of the top rope, and swings through the middle one, nailing both Spike and Cross in the face with kicks! YEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! “Akira’s a real crowd pleaser, King, but was that in his best interest? We know Akira can get it done in the ring, he’s a former cruiserweight champion, and tag team champion. But he’s also made some rookie mistakes in the past, even with Mr. Kobe, who is no longer supporting Akira. What do you think, King, is Akira too youthful, or is that just part of his personality?” “I think Akira sucks.” Spike is the first to his feet, and he picks up Cross by the hair. Cross throws a European Uppercut at Cross – not as violent as Akira’s, but they hurt. Cross shoots right back with a knife edge chop though. Spike, not to be outdone, throws a quick elbow, and attempts to Irish Whip Cross, but Iron Mike reverses, and it is Spike who hits the ropes. Spike comes bouncing back, but he refuses to lose this battle, and lowers his head, and thrusts Cross backwards with a huge spear!! YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!! “Spike takes Cross down with a huge spear! Cross has gotta be outta here!” King hollers. ONNEEEEEEE! TWOOOOOO! THREEENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! “CROSS KICKS OUT! CROSS KICKS OUT!” Cross doesn’t stay in the ring for very long though, because Akira makes a blind tag to Cross’ back! Kaibatsu comes running in, and shoots his leg up with a huge Super kick! Spike is stunned for a few seconds, and Akira grabs him with the cravate. He runs up the turnbuckle, flips backwards, and hits the second Divine Wind of the night!!! RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! “Make the cover, Akira! One Step Closer to the International Title!” OONNNNNNEEEEEEEE! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! THREEEE!!!! NO! NO! CROSS BREAKS IT UP AGAIN! “WHAT are you doing Cross! This is completely retarded!” YOU’RE A DUMBASS CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP YOU’RE A DUMBASS CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP Akira doesn’t let his momentary set back discourage him though. He lifts up Spike and continues with the match, as of Spike had simply kicked out. He throws a quick European Uppercut at Spike…and then turns to Cross and throws an elbow at him, sending him off the apron!! Akira yells something in Japanese at Cross, leaning over the ropes, with his finger pointed. “Cross just lit a fire under Akira’s ass!” “Akirass. Lolz” Kaibatsu turns around, and… BAM! “AKIRA’S HEAD WAS JUST TAKEN STRAIGHT OFF WITH A LARIAT FROM SPIKE!!!!” “Finish ‘em Jenkins!!” ONEEEEE! TWOOOOOOOOO! THREEEENOOOOOOOOOOOOOSHOULDERUP! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! “How did Akira kick out of that?! Completely unbelievable!!” “That’s what Spike is saying, King! Look at him, he’s about to tear the hair right off his head!!” Spike decides to calm down, so he shifts his focus. He turns to Cross on the outside, and runs at him full speed. He goes for what looks to be a baseball slide like maneuver, but Spike catches Cross’ head with his feet, and spins him into the guard rail with a headscissors! YEEEAAAHHH!! “Spike nearly broke Iron Mike’s back with that head scissors into the guard rail! Simply amazing!!” King schills for Spike once again. Spike gets up quickly, and lifts The Suicide Machine up military press style. “Wait a minute, King, I thought Blank was eliminated!” “Very funny, Francis.” Spike then does what any heel would do, and tosses his illegal opponent into the crowd! Spike follows Cross into the crowd, and the two begin to trade elbows amongsth the Jurassic Park faithful! Akira is still inside the ring…but not for long! He grabs the top rope, and leaps up. He bounces off the top rope, using it to defy the laws of gravity and soar through the air. He throws his feet out as he draws closer to the ground, nailing both of his opponents with lethal dropkicks! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! “AKIRA JUST HIT A SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK INTO THE CROWD OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!!!” A-KIR-A! A-KIR-A! The Divine Wind lifts both of his opponents by their hair, and tosses them over the guard rail. Akira steps over the guard rail himself He tosses Spike into the ring, and comes into the ring himself to prevent countout, which almost unnoticeably had gone to 8. Akira soon goes back outside though, and pushes Cross back up to the apron. Kaibatsu runs all the way back in the ring, and tags himself out. Cross rolls into the ring, too fatigued to have any sort of rebuttal against being tagged in against his will. He very slowly reaches his feet, but Spike is quicker to that. Hollywood hurls another elbow at Iron Mike, before butterflying his arms. The former two time cruiserweight champion swings Cross out, and plants his face on the mat with sickening impact! “What?! Spike just hit It Came From Sendai on Cross! What the hell?” “Hey, Spike Jenkins can use whatever the hell he wants to. There are no rules against that, Francis.” “Yeah, but that’s still a complete bitch slap to Akira, who’s been putting on a hell of a show all night,” “Er, Spike’s not familiar with bitch slaps. Didn’t you see that chick at Milliways?” Spike picks up Cross by the hair, smirking at Kaibatsu who is taking a deserved rest. Spike throws another European Uppercut, but he isn’t even looking at Cross when he does it. He’s staring right at Akira. “There’s another one of Akira’s moves!” “Ugh, we’ve been over this Francis.” Spike then throws one more European Uppercut to Cross, before whipping him into the ropes. Iron Mike bounces back, and Jenkins catches him, flips him sideways, and brings him back down to the mat with a Powerslam!! “Now that move isn’t Akira’s. “Of course not. There’s only one flip, Mak!” Spike once again picks up Iron Mike by the hair, and this time whips him into the turnbuckle. Spike lifts him up, so he’s sitting atop the buckle, and locks in a front facelock. Then with all his might, Jenkins crashes Cross’ head down to the mat for the avalanche DDT! BOOOOO-YYEEEAAAAHH! “This crowd is STILL split over Cross and Jenkins, as Hollywood sends Iron Mike to the mat with that huge DDT.” “I’m not split. You shouldn’t be either Mak. Spike Jenkins is clearly dominating this match, he’s the stand out guy, he’s the NEXT International Champion!” “I’m not split, King. My eyes are on Akira Kaibatsu.” “What? Him? Why?” “He’s not an asshole,” “How do we know?! We can’t understand a word he says!” Spike picks up Cross by the hair once again, and he hurls an elbow at Cross… …but Cross ducks under it! Iron Mike makes a spectacular dive, nearly the entire length of the ring to slap hands with his former partner, and save himself in this Survival Of the Fittest match up. YEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH! “What the hell? Why isn’t Akira getting in the ring?” Akira isn’t getting in the ring. In fact, he’s walking away from the ring. He struts down towards the announcer table, and pulls out a cooler beneath Suicide Kings feet, and pulls out a cold beer. “Hey, what the hell do you think you’re doing?! That’s mine!” King shrieks as Akira takes it to the ring. He pops it open on the apron, and takes a sip. He offers a sip to Spike, to which Jenkins makes no reply other than a sour face. The Divine Wind shrugs. …and pours the entire can all over the New Straight Edge Sensation. YEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! “Oh shit, King. Akira’s in major fucking trouble now.” The Franchise couldn’t be more right. Jenkins erupts in a fist of rage, and takes The Divine Wind down with a huge lariat, even bigger than the last one that nearly took his head off. Spike doesn’t just pick up Akira by his hair, he PULLS Akira up by his hair, and locks in a standing chicken wing. He forces forward, and brings them both to the ground. Spike flips forward, and trudges Akira forward too, so that his throat is hanging over the ropes. “Oh my god, King! Spike has Akira locked in The Rising Sun over the ropes!!! Akira used this to beat Spike in their pure rules match!!!” “BUT IT ISN’T LEGAL FRANCIS! NO, SPIKE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!” Soapdish yells at Spike “BREAK THE HOLD” But no one’s home in Spike’s head. All he feels right now is the poison dripping from his skin. ONEEE! “BREAK IT SPIKE, PLEASE!” TWOO! “C’MON, YOU’RE NOT THINKING STRAIGHT!” King’s cries are not heard. THREE! “IT’S NOT WORK IT!” FOOOURR! “COME ON!! COME ON! COMEONCOMEONCOMEONCOMEON!!!!!” … … … FIIIIIIIIVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! DING DING DING “SPIKE JENKINS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED AT 17 MINUTES AND 42 SECONDS!!!” Funyon booms. And then it clicks with Spiike. “NO! NO, HE WAS BEHIND THE ROPES SOAPDISH!” Nick Soapdish just shakes his head, and points to the entrance ramp. Jenkins storms out of the ring, screaming. He approaches the announcers table, and starts throwing papers off the table, and crushes the monitor by throwing it at the guard rail. As he walks towards the entrance ramp, still throwing a temper tantrum, Soapdish goes to the outside to calm him down. Forgetting about the two competitors inside the ring. Cross runs to the outside, and grabs a steel chair as fast as he can. He runs towards Akira, who is finally getting up from the brutal choking. The Divine Wind slowly turns around…and is met with extreme pain of a steel chair between the eyes. SMAAAAAAACCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK Cross slides the chair outside the ring, and yells at Soapdish to come back inside. “Oh, oh god no, King! This is fucking ridiculous! Akira can’t lose on Soapdish’s dipshittery!!” ONEEEEEEEEEEE! TWOOOOOOOOOO THREEEEEENOOOOOSHOULDERUPPPPP!!!!!!!!! “NO! NO! NO! AKIRA KICKS OUT! HE GETS THE SHOULDER UP!” Mak shouts joyfully. Cross looks at Soapdish with wide eyes, and Nick backs up into a corner, not wanting the Cruiserweight champion to hurt him. Instead of taking it out on Soapdish, Iron Mike picks up Akira, who no bears the crimson mask thanks to the phantom chair shot. Cross puts Akira in the dragon sleeper. He lifts up… …turns…. And drops with with the Silent Rage Syndrome. CRAAAAAAAASSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHH BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! “MAKE A COVER, CROSS! MAKE A COVER! WIN IT FOR SPIKE, CROSS!” ONEEEEEEEEEEEE! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! THREEEEEEEEEEEE! BOOOOOO! NO! AKIRA GOT THE SHOULDER UP! AKIRA GOT THE SHOULDER UP! Mak screams at the top of his lungs with an overpowering sense of happiness, “TWOO! TWOO! TWOOOOOOOOOO! AKIRA GETS THE SHOULDER UP!” “It doesn’t matter though Mak! There’s only so much more he can take, and look, Mike is going to the top rope for Go To Hell! No way Akira could survive the double stomp off the top!” Iron Mike makes his way up to the top, and counts on Akira being down for a while after kicking out of his finishing maneuver. He plays the crowd, making them boo with a passion, knowing that Cross may very well win the International Title on a referee’s mistake. But he’s made a mistake of his own. YEEEAAAHHHH! Kaibatsu crawls over to the rope, and finds the adrenaline in his body to jump up, and knock the ropes, crotching Iron Mike on the top! The Divine Wind is only a few feet from the turnbuckle, and he climbs it. He wraps his arms around the torso of Cross, but Mike wont let Akira win the match. He throws an elbow at the former Cruiserweight champion, almost knocking him off, but Akira’s great balance keeps him afoot. Cross tries again, but Akira swiftly slides to his left! Kaibatsu follows up with a huge European Uppercut, sending Cross in a daze! He once again grasps Cross by the torso… …and completes and entire moonsault with Iron Mike in his arms!! YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! “AKIRA KAIBATSU JUST HIT A MOONSAULT BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX FROM THE TOP ROPE, OH MY GOD, COVER ‘EM KID COVER ‘EM!!” ONEEEEEEE! TWOOOOOOO! THREEEEEEEE! YEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! WU-TANG CLAN COMIN ATCHA! “YES KING, YES! AKIRA HAS OVERCOME ALL OBSTACLES! THE RING RUST! THE INJURIES! EVERYTHING!” “Ladies and Gentleman…winner and NEEEEEWWWWWW INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION…THE DIVINE WIND…AKIRRRAAAAA KAAIIIIBATSUUUUUU!” “AKIRA IS THE SURVIVOR!” “AKIRA IS THE FITTEST!” Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Bruce Blank 0 Report post Posted July 26, 2006 Since no one else seems to give feedback I’ll give you my 2 cents cause I see a few things that I personally think you could improve on to make for a much more effective storytelling. Keep in mind they’re just my views on them you can agree or disagree – and nothing said here is meant in a mean manner or as a put down. A loss can be a learning experience after all, my loss to Mike was definitely a learning experience especially the feedback I got from the marker so here goes. Early on in the match there really is no emotion at all, it’s just a bunch of moves strung together without telling a story unique to these 4 guys, you could easily replace a name and not know it. No one plays the heel really, no one seems to have any kind of animosity in this and it’s just a series of wrestling moves Where is the Cross/Akira issues? Friends betrayed, injured – this should have been used big time. The emotions do enter the match later on about half way through, like they suddenly remembered that they hate each other, well more like Cross doesn’t want Akira to get a pinfall in but that’s about it through out most of the match. How about the Bruce/Akira feud? There is a small reference but that’s it, nothing much else in the match. I used the history to show how Akira tackles Bruce full on instead of the usual Cruiserweight “hit & run” tactics, he knows him, he hates him and he’s on to him. Pet peeve time: Bruce = Mr. Bland here, no cheating, he’s not written as the power monster that the character is supposed to be, he could be any generic character with above Cruiserweight strength really. That’s not just you but a some people really don’t write Bruce like the “Power hoss” that he is. Oh and can I just ask: A pinfall attempt after a punch to the face? And a pinfall attempt like 2 moves into the match? The psychology behind that escapes me and it turns the “near fall kick out” into a cliché more than an effective storytelling device. Spike crawls towards Akira on the other side of the ring, but the Redneck Superman lifts the New Straight Edge Sensation by the leg, and hangs him upside down. Blank is unsure what to do with Jenkins from here, based on its unusualness, so he simply drops Spike down.I’m not quite sure what’s going on here, how does Bruce hang him upside down? In the ropes? Does he lift him up by his arms? I had to read it 3 times to get it and even then I filled out the gaps myself – it should flow so that no one is forced to go “Wait a minute, what did I just read?” Cause that just disrupts the reading flow. And all things considered I’d say eliminating Bruce first and that easily is a mistake. The elimination wasn’t built to, it was just an out of the blue “Oh Bruce is eliminated” event – all three eliminations in my match were build up as a highlight as the culmination of the story that came before it, not just “tag in, choke, goodbye” – it felt flat, really flat. And after Bruce is eliminated the match is written more like a 3 way dance with all 3 men just jumping all over each other time and time again without the ref doing anything about it. Oh and Spike Jenkins Military Pressing someone and throwing them into the crowd? talk about “suspension of disbelief” here. A chair shot and a finishing move – not enough to put Akira down, not even so much that he has to use a rope break to get out of the pinning predicament. Even with a vitality of 7 I can’t see the logic behind more or less no selling both to go into a huge move from Akira that gets the win. And Akira overcame ring rust? Injuries? Maybe I missed that but I didn't see that as part of the story told with the match - just a comment after the win. I realize I wrote a lot of stuff, but it’s mostly “the little things” here, tweaks here and there more than “man you suck” – so I hope that you take it as such. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Smartly Pretty 0 Report post Posted July 26, 2006 Spike crawls towards Akira on the other side of the ring, but the Redneck Superman lifts the New Straight Edge Sensation by the leg, and hangs him upside down. Blank is unsure what to do with Jenkins from here, based on its unusualness, so he simply drops Spike down. Think of an elementary school bully shaking the lunch money out of a 1st grader And all things considered I’d say eliminating Bruce first and that easily is a mistake. The elimination wasn’t built to, it was just an out of the blue “Oh Bruce is eliminated” event – all three eliminations in my match were build up as a highlight as the culmination of the story that came before it, not just “tag in, choke, goodbye” – it felt flat, really flat. Raynor said that too, but I think eliminating you first was a good idea. (Well, I lost, so who knows ), but there were three cruiserweight champs, and then this big guy. I thought I could get a ton of awesome spots with those three, but wasn't feeling anything with Bruce, spot wise, so I took you out first. A chair shot and a finishing move – not enough to put Akira down, not even so much that he has to use a rope break to get out of the pinning predicament. Even with a vitality of 7 I can’t see the logic behind more or less no selling both to go into a huge move from Akira that gets the win. well...uhh...of course, I, uhh.... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Bruce Blank 0 Report post Posted July 26, 2006 LOL so he basically just lifted him up by the feet? he should have shook him until something fell out of his pockets then and yes I figured that's why you took Bruce out, I know your (and several other SWF'ers) safe zone seems to be the Cruiserweight matches. To me that quickly turned it into "Cruiserweight 3 way number 8231232" that we've seen so many times before LOL can you guess what my other pet peeve is besides most people not writing Bruce as the Power Hoss? Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Bruce Blank 0 Report post Posted July 26, 2006 and I'm not knocking the fact that people have a comfort zone / safe zone, we all do. Hell I do too mine is the Hardcore matches (well duh!) while others have the Cruiserweight style matches. it's not a knock on it, just stating a fact and it didn't really surprise me to hear your reasoning behind it. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
