chirs3 0 Report post Posted September 23, 2006 (The following segment was taped shortly after Genesis VII went off the air) We see Senior Referee Matthew Kivell sitting in a dimly lit room, he’s got a blanket wrapped around him and a cup of coffee in his hand as he sits there mumbling to himself while rocking back and forth like he is in a state of shock “He wouldn’t stop attacking” Kivell repeats over and over as he sits there with his eyes closed, a blood stained hand holding the blanket tight around him. “Matthew…” a voice says off camera hoping to bring the referee out of it. Kivell takes a drink from the cup of coffee but ends up spilling some as his hand shakes, then he looks up at whomever spoke to him. There is a cold, distant look in his eyes as he starts from the beginning “Bruce wouldn’t stop attacking” he starts out “He kept hitting that ear over and over again, he wouldn’t stop.” Kivell closes his eyes for a second as his body shudders “Hawke wasn’t going to quit I knew it, he couldn’t not with the International title on the line. He wasn’t going to give up but he couldn’t defend himself, he couldn’t defend himself and Bruce just kept attacking and attacking” Kivell says, rambling. “Kivell look at me” the voice says. Kivell’s eyes focus on the person talking to him “You did the right thing, no one is questioning that” the guy reassures the Senior Referee. “I had to, Hawke wasn’t going to give up and Bruce wouldn’t stop attacking. He was bleeding so badly… so badly” Kivell stops talking for a moment looking down at the floor as he tries to gather his thoughts. “If I hadn’t stopped it Hawke could have suffered permanently” he whispers “it’s one thing to break a leg or tear a quad, Hawke was all over the place, he couldn’t stand up, he couldn’t keep his balance.” Silence “I knew Bruce was never going to stop attacking Hawke. I could see it in his eyes, it was like he was more animal than human in there and Hawke wasn’t going to quit… I had to do something, I had to end it” Kivell explains (again) “Like I said, it was the right thing to do – Hawke could have lost his hearing on that ear and his balance, as it is he’ll be okay with some rest” “Really? He’s okay?” Kivell says and smiles, then the smile falters and turns into a frown “Hawke will kill me for stopping the match” “Listen Matthew why don’t you take some time off, a week or two just to get over this alright?” “Yeah… yeah I think that’s a good idea, I need…” but his voice trails off before he can say what he really needs. Although from the looks of it he needs a shrink and some pharmaceuticals. After a moment of silence Kivell gets up and then leaves the office. Once the door is closed a table lamp is turned on as the camera swings around to reveal Joseph Peters as the man Kivell was talking to. A man who should be happy right now, after all Genesis VII was both a commercial and critical success. But Peters still looks worried, he had hoped to curb Bruce’s bloodlust by keeping him away from the Hardcore division That obviously hadn’t worked out quite as well as he had liked. Peters was worried that one day Blank would go too far, that he’d cross a line that should never be crossed and he was worried that if that happened it could spell the end of his time in the SWF as well. “How can I control such a man?” he says to no one in particular as he leans back in his leather chair. *Starwipe* Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
chirs3 0 Report post Posted September 23, 2006 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- The Smartmarks Wrestling Federation presents... SWF AftershoxxXXXxXxXXxxx! Live, Friday, September 22nd, from Niagara Falls! (6pm PST, 10pm EST; check local listings) (Send all promos/marked matches to chirs3) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Genesis VII is in the books, and given the Herculean effort our competitors put forth, Joseph Peters decided to give (almost) everyone the week off! But while there may not be much wrestling tonight, we still expect to see and hear from our superstars, many of whom have already booked promo-time for this show! -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- THE MAIN EVENT - Hardcore Match Jacob Helmsley vs. Bruce Blank © -> A stupid oversight by one of the bookers (who shall remain nameless - it totally wasn't me) caused the returning Jacob Helmsley to be left off the Genesis card! Vowing to set things straight, JP made this match top priority for AftershoxxxXXXxXxX! Helmsley requested a Hardcore match, and we couldn't think of a better match for him than the King of Ultraviolence himself, Bruce Blank! Rules: NONE~! -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Opening Promo: Michael Stephens -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- NEXT WEEK: Michael Stephens vs. "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins, Cruiserweight Championship Match! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
chirs3 0 Report post Posted September 23, 2006 FIVE… FOUR… THREE… TWO… ONE… … *BANG! BANG! BOOM! BANG! BUH-BUH-BUH-BOOOM!!* “Good evening SWF fans and welcome to AftershoxxXXxx!” Mak Francis yells over the roar of the open-air crowd and the noise of the opening pyro, “we’re still feeling the tremors from the conclusion of yet another staggering year in SWF history! The year that started at Genesis VI, where El Luchadore Magnifico defeated Danny Williams for the World Title in what many described as a dream match ended when Michael Stephens defeated Tom Flesher for the World Title in a match that was just as historic, just as dramatic and just as exciting!” “How can you say that?” the Suicide King demands, “Mags’ victory over the roid-monkey was a true triumph for ceaseless endeavour in the face of overwhelming odds; Toxxic squeaked one out against Flesher by the skin of his teeth, then ran from the ring like the scared bitch he is!” Mak Francis seems to be debating arguing this point with the Suicide King, but then stops. It seems like someone else might be here to do it for him. “COME AND HAVE A GO IF YOU THINK YER ‘ARD ENOUGH!” “COME AND HAVE A GO IF YOU THINK YER ‘ARD ENOUGH!” “YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Without further warning the crashing opening chord of ‘Rookie’ by Boy Sets Fire rings out through the evening air, prompting the large portable Smarktron to white out and then fade quickly towards black. As it does so jagged white letters flash up a familiar phrase: ‘PREPARE TO BE PROVED WRONG…’ The jagged guitars start up and the Smarktron starts playing clips of famous matches, finally cutting to where Mike Van Siclen gets taken off a balcony and through a table, the devastating landing timed to coincide with the- *BOOOM!* -blast of red pyro that announces the arrival of the SWF’s most decorated Englishman! And through the flame and the smoke… “TOXXXXXXXXXXX-IC…” …head down, black hair covering his eyes… “TOXXXXXXXXXXX-IC…” …with a title belt in each hand and another strapped around his waist… “TOXXXXXXXXXXX-IC…” …comes the man once known as Toxxic. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Funyon booms, “on his way to the ring at this time, please welcome one-half of the SWF World Tag Team Champions! The NEW SWF Cruiserweight Champion! And STILL the SWF Heavyweight Champion of the WOOOOOOORRRRRRLLLLLLLLLD… MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-CHAEL… STEEEEEEEEEEEEE-PHENS!!” “YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” “TOXXXXXXXXXXX-IC…” “TOXXXXXXXXXXX-IC…” Stephens makes his way down the entrance way to the ring, then rolls under the bottom rope and into the ring. He doesn’t ignite the corner post pyros as normal, instead beckoning for a microphone. Funyon goes to hand one over, at which point Mike realises that he doesn’t have a free hand and juggles the Cruiserweight and Tag Titles into one, then takes the stick with the World Title affixed around his waist. “TOXXXXXXXXXXX-IC…” “TOXXXXXXXXXXX-IC…” “Alright, alright, let’s get things moving here,” the Sensation declares, turning away from the ring announcer on the outside and addressing the crowd, “as you can see, I’ve got more gold than the mouths of any three rappers you care to name, so let’s get something straight before we go any further. First of all,” he says, laying the Tag Title belt on the canvas, “this title means that I am one-half of the team recognised as the best in the SWF today. Whatever differences Landon and I have had in the past, and still have now for that matter, we’ve proved that we deserve these titles. We took them from Charlie Matthews and Tom Flesher-” “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” “-from Charlie Matthews and Tom Flesher,” Mike continues, figuring the crowd are cheering his win rather than for the Magnificent Two, “and believe me, you don’t get much tougher opposition than that. Now,” he carries on, “from what I’ve been seeing it appears that Wild & Dangerous are back on the scene, and I’d be willing to bet that if Dub-Cee and Johnny D are really on the same page again they’ll be wanting a sniff at these belts - well as far as I’m concerned they can come get them, because Landon and I will be ready!” “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” “King, can you imagine that match?” Mak Francis says eagerly, “Wild & Dangerous vs. The Galacticos? Sure, Maddix and Stephens aren’t a proven tag team like Wildchild and Johnny Dangerous, but they’ve been impressive so far!” “Can I imagine it?” King groans, “all too easily.” “Secondly,” Michael Stephens continues, unstrapping the World Title and laying it behind the Tag Title on the mat, “this belt theoretically means that I am the best wrestler this company has to offer. The King of the Mountain, the Big Fish in the Pond, the Franchise Player, whatever you wanna call it,” he taps his chest with two black-nailed fingers, “I’m it. If anyone has a problem with that then I suggest they ask themselves a simple question; did you beat Tom Flesher clean, in the middle of the ring, in the main event of Genesis?” “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” “But that’s not it,” the Englishman continue, “not all the story. I’m not the best this company has to offer because I beat Tom Flesher, although that helps. No, I’m the best this company has to offer because I’m Michael Bloody Stephens!” “TOXXXXXXXXXXX-IC…” “TOXXXXXXXXXXX-IC…” “Now, see, when I beat Tom last Monday night,” Stephens continues, “I didn’t just retain my own title. No, I took his as well.” He lays the Cruiserweight Title down on the mat. “I took this belt, the one that says I’m the best wrestler under 230lbs in the company. The belt that Flesher disrespected,” the Englishman spits, “degraded and treated like it was garbage. Now, for me the idea of a Cruiserweight Title has always been synonymous with the notion that the little guys can’t hang with the big boys, that they need their own title to play with because they wouldn’t be able to beat the ‘real’ wrestlers, and maybe that’s why I’ve never paid much attention to it before,” he admits. “I’ve never felt I ‘needed’ it, but there’s a difference between a personal opinion and what Tom Flesher did. Flesher won this belt and then treated it, and everyone wrestling for it, like jokes. The trouble is Tom Flesher is a good enough wrestler to get away with treating a lot of people like jokes, but in the end this particular joke backfired on him.” Michael Stephens turns to face directly into the camera, then points down at the mat where the titles lay. “See that, Tom? That’s the belt you laughed at. That’s the belt you offered to anyone and everyone. That’s the belt you left on your car dash in the hope someone would steal it. That’s the belt you used as a bloody salsa platter. And that’s the belt I made you fight for on Monday night, and that‘s the belt I made you LOSE on Monday night!” “YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” “Which brings me to my next subject,” Stephens says, lowering his voice a little, “…what comes next. Of course, there’s a man called Gabriel Drake who’s been making waves in the SWF recently and whom Landon beat on Monday at Genesis.” [“Send donations of Glora Estefan memorabilia to the Get Well Landon Fund accessible through SWF.com,” Mak notes quietly.] “Gabe, I know you’ve still got your eyes set on me,” Mike says, “and I know that you’re going to be even madder than usual after Landon ended your unbeaten run. However, old friend, you’re not next on the agenda. No, next on the agenda is-” It’s at this moment that the Smarktron whites out, the floods hit full and the faint scratching of a needle on vinyl is the only sound heard. Then- *BAM!* The heavy drumming of Norma Jean’s ‘Creating Something Out Of Nothing, Only To Destroy It’ blasts out before the vocals start: ‘Like bringing a knife to a gunfight… Like Bringing A Knife To A Gunfight… LIKE BRINGING A KNIFE TO A GUNFIGHT!’ “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” The growl hits the crowd and the crowd aren’t happy, letting their displeasure be known as the man called ‘Hollywood’ Spike Jenkins makes his way out in his street clothes, a Lamb of God hoodie done up tight against the September evening chill. “Talk about timing,” Mak Francis comments, “Spike Jenkins defeated Akira Kaibatsu in a thrilling match at Genesis VII, a match that has granted him a shot at Michael Stephens’ Cruiserweight Title on Lockdown. And in which,” the Franchise adds, “I personally would like to see him get his ass handed to him.” “Dream on,” King says, “Flesher took enough out of Toxxic’s tank that he won’t be the same for months. Spike’s no Tom, but I wouldn’t be surprised to see him succeed where the Superior One failed.” Jenkins stalks down to the ring, ignoring the booing fans on all sides. The Hollywood Superstar reaches up and throws back his hood, then grabs a microphone from a nearby tech and raises it to his mouth. “Toxxic, you’re making the same mistake as always,” he growls, “you’re putting other people in front of me. You don’t need to be thinking about Flesher anymore, and you certainly don’t need to be thinking about that Drake clown. You and me,” he continues, starting to climb the ring steps, “we’ve got unfinished business. After I beat you all over the Vatican Square in our Last Man Standing match, I never meant for it to end after the Ratings Grabber through the announce table. No, I was going to pick you up and kick your ass all over again, but I miscalculated. I couldn’t get to you in time to pick you up and stop the count, so you got off lightly.” He stops, just short of the line of three title belts on the mat. Michael Stephens just looks at him, steel-grey eyes fixed on the face of his former ally. “Don’t think you’re gonna get off so easy this time,” Spike tells his former leader. “This time the match isn’t ending until I’m ready, and when I am ready, I’ll break you, pin you and take the Cruiserweight Title that I made respectable. And once I’ve done that,” Jenkins continues, “there’s really no reason why I shouldn’t come back for seconds and take the World Title as well!” “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Spike bends down to pick up the Cruiserweight Title… and has it snatched from underneath his fingers. “Don’t touch what you can’t afford,” Stephens tells him levelly, belt dangling from his hand. “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” “You see Spike, I was going to give you the benefit of the doubt,” Stephens tells him, “because if you wanted to step into the ring with me as an athlete, if you wanted to come for one of the titles I hold as a challenger, then I would respect that. For all the fact that personally, I think you’re a whiny egomaniacal little shit,” the World Champion adds, drawing another cheer from the fans. “But if you want to bring all our history into this, if you want to come out here making promises that you cannot back up, then we won’t be stepping into the ring as opponents, but as enemies.” Slowly, Stephens cracks his neck from side to side, gaze never wavering from the man in front of him. “I’ve got one enemy out there already, Spike. I don’t need another. But if you insist on taking this course then sunshine, you’ll stop being a challenger. You’ll stop being an opponent. All you’re gonna be is a warm-up.” Spike Jenkins glowers at Michael Stephens for a couple of seconds, then slowly raises the mic to his lips once more. “Toxx… I’m already warmed up.” And with that Jenkins drops the microphone and jumps at his former leader, laying in right hands on the World and Cruiserweight Champion! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Mike has to drop his title belt and microphone before he can get both hands up to protect himself, and by that time Jenkins is on top of him and hammering punches in on him, driving the Englishman back into the corner of the ring. Spike lands a few more blows and backs off, then charges back in with a leaping Yakuza Kick aimed directly at Stephens’ head… but the World Champion ducks! “YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” “Spike Jenkins just hung himself out to dry on the top rope!” Mak Francis shouts as the Hollywood Superstar starts trying to free himself, “but Stephens is ready for him now!” Indeed, Michael Stephens grabs Jenkins and hauls his former protégé away from the corner, then twists Spike around and places him in a front facelock. He holds his right arm out to the side in preparation for the appropriately-named Unfinished Business… but Spike drops to one knee and slams his arm up between Mike’s legs! *CHING!* “LOW BLOW! LOW BLOW!” Francis roars as King politely applauds, “what the hell is he doing now?” “I think that’s really self-evident,” the Gambling Man remarks calmly as Spike frees himself from Stephens’ clutches and drags his enemy backwards until they’re standing over the Cruiserweight Title. Then he places Stephens in a standing headscissors and applies a double-underhook… …and drops down to his knees, driving Mike’s head into the metal of the title belt! *BANG!* “ENDWELL!” Mak yells, “Endwell onto the Cruiserweight Title! Spike Jenkins just assault Michael Stephens with a lowblow and the Endwell onto the Cruiserweight Title!” Jenkins isn’t done. The challenger starts firing boots into his prone enemy, but now it seems Joseph Peters has realised the potential damage being done to his prize cash cow and has sent SWF Security out to stop Spike in his tracks. Jenkins punches the first one out, then turns and lariats the second nearly out of his motherfucking boots, but then four guys grab him at once and start hauling the rabid straight-edger away from his Lockdown opponent. “Jenkins vs. Stephens coming up on Lockdown this Wednesday,” Mak shills, “but with the damage Spike’s just done to his opponent, what sort of condition will the champion be in? Stay tuned for more action after the break!” As the cameras start to fade out for commercials the last image seen is of Michael Stephens bring rolled over by SWF staff, blood dripping down his face and onto the Cruiserweight Title. FADE OUT Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
chirs3 0 Report post Posted September 23, 2006 Location: A generic locker room backstage People present: Professor Attenborough & Nemesis_ Professor Attenborough is flipping through the latest SWF magazine, the one with “the Road to Genesis” in it (Professor) “Who is Danny Williams mystery opponent?” the professor reads as he sees the name of an article “Rumors has it that the devastating Danny Williams will face off against the biggest man in the history of the SWF” The Professor looks up at Nemesis for a moment. The big man just stands there not moving an inch while doing a very good impression of a robot who’s battery has run out (Professor) “Williams is lucky he faced that punk Kay-OT, Nemesis would have torn him apart” The Professor keeps flipping through the magazine looking for something interesting, he flips past match previews for the 4 way elimination match, the Wildchild / Mike Van Siclen match and then flips past a photo essay of how much work went into setting up the set for Genesis in the past. (Professor) “Come on enough with this fluff, where is the story about Bruce being the best International champion ever? Where is the article about Nemesis and Cross both being off the card for no reason?” The Professor sounds a little annoyed over missing Genesis, Nemesis still looks like a statue. Then the Professor turns to a one page preview for the Hardcore title match and then Landon Maddix/Gabriel Drake cage match. After doing a fair impression of the immovable object for a while Nemesis suddenly springs to life as he reaches down and tears the two pages out of the magazine (Professor) “What the hell?” Nemesis takes the two crumpled up and torn pages and then sticks them in his mouth before tearing them apart as he begins to EAT THE PAGES! (Professor) Nemesis growls and grunts as he feeds every last shred of paper through the thin slit in his mask as he chews on the pulpy matter. (Professor) “Nemesis stop that!” The professor’s command goes unnoticed as the Colossus keeps chewing away until he’s eaten every last shred of the two pages. Once he swallows the last bit of paper he returns to his inanimate state (Professor) “What the hell is your problem!” (Nemesis) “…” The Professor looks at Nemesis for a moment or two, trying to figure out what exactly that was about. But Nemesis seems to be a mystery even to his handler and his actions do not always make sense, but that doesn’t mean that Professor Attenborough likes it. (Professor) (Mumbles) “You’re crazy, eating my magazine” The Professor looks at the tattered remains of the magazine for a moment before throwing it away. As he sits down the professor begins to wonder if it had anything to do with who was on those pages and if so, which one of them? The Crimson Skull? Jimmy the Doom? Gabriel Drake? Landon Maddix? The professor didn’t know and Nemesis wasn’t telling him. Fade out Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
chirs3 0 Report post Posted September 23, 2006 The abominable… abdominabel… ah sod it, the useless Ben Hardy enters the ring ready to do the only thing he really knows how to do: Interview someone. “Ladies and gentlemen please welcome my guest at this point, the SWF International champion Bruce Blank!!” Hardy says the moment he realizes he’s on camera. ”I… AM… IRON MAN” WHITEEEEEEEEEEEEEE TRASH!! WHITEEEEEEEEEEEEEE TRASH!! The Suicide King sighs loudly over the fans clinging on to the “White Trash“ chant even after Bruce has done so much to change his image. *DAH-DAH-DAH-DAH-DAAAH-DANANANANA-NA-NADAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!* Bruce steps through the curtains, grinning from ear to ear despite the deafening, derogatory chants that greets him. The big man stops for a second at the top of the ramp to unbutton his brown suit jacket, giving everyone a glimpse of the International title that’s STILL in his possession. “Here comes the champion, dressed to kill if I might add” King says as Bruce heads to the ring “Yeah if he was JR Ewing” Mak quips while trying to contain a snigger over Bruce’s slightly outdated suit selection. “It’s vintage Mak, classic” King explains. “HOLY SHIT!!” Mak exclaims “What? What??” “Bruce cut the mullet!” Mak notices, realizing that Bruce’s trailerpark haircut has been trimmed and styled after Genesis. Gone is the “Business in front, party in the back” look, replaced with a more classic middle parted, jaw length haircut. WHITEEEEEEEEEEEEEE TRASH!! WHITEEEEEEEEEEEEEE TRASH!! “Then that chant is even more retarded, look at him – is there anything that says “white trash” about Bruce now?” King asks. “Just the guy himself King” Mak replies, after all being white trash isn’t just about how you dress. Bruce seems to be riding on a cloud of arrogance and ego as he heads to the ring, no fan chants, no signs, no comments from anyone seems to affect him. The only time a slight frown creeps onto his face is when he sees Ben Hardy picking his nose when he thinks the spotlight is on Bruce. Once the big man is in the ring Hardy quickly quits his gold digging and greets the International champion. “Bruce Blank, still the International champion” Hardy says “Yep” Bruce says and then pulls his jacket to the side to show off the 20 pounds of gold around his waist. “It seems that a lot of people were proven wrong at Genesis, a lot of people lost a lot of money at G7 when they bet on Jay Hawke!” “You’ve got to admit it Hawke was the favourite going in” Hardy says. “Oh I’m sure that’s what you thought Benny, I’m sure that’s what the boys backstage thought and what the fans thought – No one gave ol’ Bruce a chance” Bruce says with a grin “WELL LOOK AT ME NOW!!” BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! “I love proving people wrong! Hawke may have held the title longer but at Genesis I PROVED WHO’S BETTER!!” Bruce states in no uncertain terms. “Yeah but come on, that wasn’t exactly a clear cut win” Hardy says which draws a very angry look from Bruce. “What are you implying little man?” “Erm… well you didn’t pin Hawke” Hardy explains as he starts to develop a nervous tick. “I went one better than that Benny, I beat him so badly that he couldn’t go on. Anyone can put someone’s shoulders to the mat for a win, what I did was give him a MAN’S beating.” Bruce says with a sadistic grin. YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!! “Yeah, yeah” Bruce says dismissing the crowd “I’ve taken out EVERY obstacle put in front of me in the International division, frankly I don’t think there is anyone else worthy of a title shot left” “Are you kidding me Bruce?” “Do I look like I’m kidding?” Bruce asks with a deadpan expression. “So there is no one you’re willing to defend against?” Hardy asks. “I didn’t say that jackass! I’ve made a reputation of taking on anyone put in front of me without complaining, I ain’t about to change that, set them up and I’ll keep knocking them down.” “Let’s change the subject a little then” Hardy says “Defending the International Title wasn’t your only appearance at Genesis was it now?” Bruce can’t help but smirk when Hardy refers to his interference in the Dangerous / Matthews match. “Hey Johnny, Johnny how are you son? How’s your head Johnny? Does it hurt Johnny?” Bruce says while staring right at the camera. “Remember me Johnny? Yeah you do don’t you? Even if you may not want to admit it” “What are you talking about?” Hardy asks only to be promptly ignored by Bruce Blank. “Heeeeeeeeeey Johnny it’s your guilty conscience talking to you. It’s the man you contracted to do something that you’d rather forget now isn’t it Johnny?? Come on you can’t have forgotten, it hasn’t even been a year Johnny” Bruce says with a very creepy smile on his face. “You’re referring to the Dangerous – Wildchild feud?” Hardy asks just to be sure “How innocent you make that sound, but we know differently don’t we Johnny? We know just how far you were willing to go for the World title, don’t we Johnny? We both know that you were fine with pushing Wildchild out of the way to get a title shot, isn’t that right Johnny??” Hardy is about to say something but Bruce stops him by putting a finger up, now is not the time for Hardy’s inane questions. “You paid me good money to help you didn’t you Johnny? You paid me and said that I would get a shot at the world title when you won it didn’t you? Well thank god the cheque cleared because you came up a little short in the World title department didn’t you Johnny?” Bruce says, the grin is still on his face but his eyes have turned stone cold serious. “You’d probably rather gloss over that whole time period wouldn’t you? You’ve kissed and made up with Wildchild and everything, it’s like it never happened isn’t it Johnny?” … “You two faced rat” “Hold up Bruce you’ve done stuff just as bad or maybe even worse since then” Hardy interjects. “Unlike that sewer rat Johnny Dangerous I do not pretend to be something I’m not, what you see is what you get. I make no apologizes for trying to go through you instead of around you! So I get creative with the rules, a few people get hurt – I’m an asshole and I know it. I freely admit it” “Well at least we’ve gotten that settled” Hardy quips with a smile. A smile that’s quickly wiped off his face as Bruce raises his massive fist in his direction. “I’m an asshole and even assholes don’t like you Johnny! Even assholes can’t stand two faced rat bastards like your! You turned your back on your friend for ambition… Well done, I normally applaud that. But then you fail to make something out of it? And worst of all you fail to deliver on your promise to ME!” “Bruce…” Hardy starts out “One second and then you can ask whatever idiotic question you want.” Bruce says and then turns back towards the camera “Johnny Dangerous… you’re a marked man, you better hope and pray you can trust that little buddy of yours to watch your back” Bruce turns his attention back towards Ben Hardy with a sort of “alright let’s move on” vibe going. “Alright one last thing” Hardy says “HALLELUJA! Get that inept backstage dork off my TV” the Suicide King rejoices. “In the days leading up to Genesis we’ve seen you hang out with Michael Cross and Nemesis, they even aided you against Jay Hawke” Hardy begins. “You don’t miss a thing do you? You’re right, Cross, Nemesis and myself have banded together” Bruce openly admits. “So you’re a stable now?” Hardy asks. “What do you want to hear Hardy? You want me to proclaim us the New Midnight Carnival? Have us come out to “Love Rollercoaster” in a little golf cart? You want me to say that we’re the next Clan and we’ve all turned into rejects from a monster movie?” Bruce asks “Well I…” “We’re not interested in being the next anything! I’ve heard that label before – I’m the “Next Jay Dawg” or whatever these clowns called me when I started to run with the Hardcore title, I’m not the next anything, I’m the first Bruce Blank! We’re not the next Magnificent Seven we’re the new threat to the SWF!” And with that the interview is apparently over, Hardy may have had more questions but it doesn’t look like Bruce has any more answers as he pushes the interview out of the way and then heads to the corner. WHITEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE TRASH!! WHITEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE TRASH!! Bruce climbs up on the second turnbuckle and then holds the International title up high in the air as we fade out. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
chirs3 0 Report post Posted September 23, 2006 SWF AftershoxxXXXxXxXXxxx ~ Jacob Helmsley –vs- Bruce Blank, Hardcore Match “Welcome back to the show folks!” the exuberant voice of “The Franchise” himself can be heard as the scene opens back up to the beautiful Niagara Falls, with several thousand fans cheering and hollering in the background in bleachers set up around a ring in the middle of the parking lot. “We are back here on Aftershox for our final match of the night!” Mak continues. “Peh! The only match of the night!” King chimes in. “True, but what a match it will be!” Mak starts. “Bruce Blank, who had an amazing match at Genesis to retain his International Championship against Jay Hawke.” Mak reports. “One for the ages! Match of the night!” King praises. “Well, that man will go one on one with the returning psycho Jacob Helmsley, who hasn’t been seen on SWF Television in quite some time.” Mak completes his rundown of the match. “Yeah, and wouldn’t you know it, the last man that he faces was none other than our World Champion Michael Stephens, when he was still under the name of Toxxic.” King informs. “But that’s not all ladies and gentleman…” Mak tries to continue, but is cut off by King. “Yes! This match will be fought under hardcore rules, which pretty much means that Jacob stands no chance against Bruce whatsoever!” King happily states.” “Hold on though… “I’m getting word that these two competitors are already going at it in the back!” Mak informs as the big video screen set up next to the entrance area lights up showing the locker room area of the complex where indeed, Bruce and Jacob are already exchanging blows. Brice seems to be getting the upper hand against his smaller opponent, sending him reeling back with hard shots to the face, until Bruce tries a huge finishing swing, only to have Jacob duck under the attempt sending Bruce careening into a wall, sending small 2x4’s that had been leaned up against the wall flying in every direction. Bruce quickly regains his composure though, immediately coming back at Jacob for a second go, only to receive a quick kick to the gut followed by a thunderous Evenflow DDT right onto the cold concrete floor of the locker room area. Jacob quickly rolls over to cover Bruce, but before senior ref Kivell can drop down to make a count, Bruce powers out. “Way too early to be making pin fall attempts on Bruce!” King happily states. “That is true, but that move would have been the end of it if Jacob was facing anyone else.” Mak replies. Jacob doesn’t waste a single second hauling Bruce back up to his feet, but unknown to him, Bruce had grabbed a hold of a 2x4 that had landed close to their position. Once up on his feet, Bruce quickly jabs the wooden piece into Jacob’s soft midsection doubling him over and then swiftly brings the wooden piece down upon Jacob’s back, cracking the 2x4 in half and sending Helmsley straight down to the ground. “Bruce just destroyed Jacob with that 2x4!” Mak exclaims. “Nothing better than a trusty 2x4 to beat your opponent senseless with!” King chimes in. Bruce follows up with a pin fall attempt, but just as Bruce kicked out of his, Jacob immediately rolls over to his side, stopping the count before it even began. “Kivell didn’t even get a hand down before Jacob kicked out of the pin!” Mak reports. Bruce, now knowing that he’s got to do a lot more than just beat his opponent with a 2x4 if he wants to win this match, lifts Jacob up to his feet and literally throws him across the small room into a wall. Jacob bounces off of the wall quite well and then turns around to face Bruce, stumbling over to the Redneck King who promptly lifts Jacob up into the air and slams him down with a Power Slam right onto the concrete. “There goes Bruce with an excellent power slam! That is really going to leave a mark on Jacob!” King says. “There’s nothing better than to just power your opponent to the ground.” Mak adds in. “I do concur.” King agrees. Bruce hooks the leg of Jacob for the pin, but barely gets a one count before the psycho kicks his free leg into the air breaking the fall attempt. Calm and collected, Bruce lifts Jacob up to his feet and begins to drag him towards somewhere by his long black hair, but after a few steps, Jacob begins to fight back, throwing stiff jabs into the midsection of Bruce, causing him to break the hold on his hair. In retaliation, Bruce blocks an attempted punch thrown by Jacob and jabs him in the eyes with two fingers stopping any attempt to fight back and promptly resumes dragging Jacob by his hair. “Aww come on now… was that eye poke really necessary?” Mak wonders. “Well, obviously it was or else Bruce wouldn’t have wasted the effort of doing it!” King replies with heavy sarcasm. “Thanks King…” Mak replies coldly. “I think Bruce is trying to bring this fight back to the ring area where he could feel more comfortable” he adds on. “Come on Mak… Bruce spent 219 days as Hardcore champion… he would feel comfortable anywhere!” King replies. “Yes, but at least now there aren’t weapons strewn about everywhere… Bruce can at least keep that sort of under control.” Mak shoots back. “Well, I’ll give that point to you.” King agrees. Bruce continues to drag Helmsley down hallway after hallway, seemingly lost, until finally Bruce and Jacob arrive in a large staging room where several dozen SWF workers are diligently putting things away from the day’s work and still taking things out of boxes for things yet to do in the night. Still with a death grip on his hair, Bruce flings Jacob forward towards the ground, but surprisingly the psycho keeps his balance, staying on his feet. Bruce suddenly rushes towards Jacob, extending his right arm to hit Jacob with his Texas Lariat, but Jacob ducks under the outstretched arm of Bruce, causing the big man to just fly past the smaller more agile wrestler. Before Bruce can get out of the reach of Helmsley, Jacob grabs a hunk of Bruce’s shirt and drags him down to the ground while Jacob bends down to his knee, causing the big man to come crashing down right on Jacobs knee, making Bruce wince at the pain of the kneeling backbreaker. “What a backbreaker from Jacob! That certainly caught Blank off guard!” Mak reports. “Momentarily.” King simply adds in. True to Kings word, Bruce immediately regains his composure and attempts to get back to his feet, while Jacob wanders off in search of a weapon to use on his opponent, but suddenly Jacob begins to clutch his midsection and collapses down upon one knee, right next to a chair that’s lying on the ground. “What the…” Mak begins “HA! I guess those shots he took is affecting him more than we thought!” King exclaims. Bruce finally clears the cobwebs out of his head and climbs back up to his feet to see his opponent in prime condition for a beating. With hungry eyes and evil intentions, Mr. Blank walks over to his downed opponent, only to be met by the Psycho quickly rising to his feet with the chair clutched in his hands. “It was a trick!” King suddenly realizes. CLANK!!!!!!!! The chair shot that ensued echoes through the hall as Bruce staggers back as the crowd’s reaction can be slightly heard in the background. CLANK!!!!!!! The next chair shot is as vicious as the first one, bringing Bruce crashing down to the ground. Jacob viciously follows up with three or four more harsh shots with the chair to the chest and the legs, almost destroying the steel chair in the process. “Good lord! Jacob just destroyed Bruce with that series of chair shots!” Mak exclaims. With the chair nearly useless, Jacob tosses it away and simply collapses upon the fallen body of Bruce Blank as the referee falls down next to them for the pin count. ONE! TWO!! “No! Bruce is far from down!” King calls out as Bruce powers out of the pin attempt easily. “Once again, any lesser man would be down and out from that series of shots!” Mak reiterates his point. Not letting the inability to but the monster down get to him, Jacob goes back to work, moving to Bruce’s legs and entangling them in a farmiliar fashion. “Wait a minute… I think I know what this is…” Mak cautiously states. With the submission move set up, Jacob drops down on his back, pulling one of Bruce’s legs down with him, causing the big man extreme pain as he locks in the “Fear Factor” (Finisher: Modified Indian Death Lock) “He’s got it in! Jacob Helmsley has the Fear Factor locked in! There’s nowhere for Bruce Blank to go!” Mak cries out. “Doesn’t matter! Bruce will find someway to get out of it!” King calls back confidently. Bruce arches his back high, screaming out in pain as Jacob continues to increase the pressure on the big man’s legs, cranking down further on the hold. The referee is in perfect position to get a submission from Blank, but there is no question in the fact that Bruce is refusing to submit this early in the match. Desperately, Blank attempts to grab a hold of anything that he can get his hands on to try to break the excruciating hold on his legs and finally manages to get a hold of the chair that Jacob used against him. Bruce then wildly throws the chair back at Jacob’s body and hits him just hard enough to cause the man to let go of the hold on Bruce’s legs, but not hard enough to cause any real damage. “He’s out! Bruce got out of Helmsley’s Fear Factor!” Mak enthusiastically reports. “See? I told you this match was far from over!” King reiterates his point. Jacob quickly gets to his feet while Blank is still clutching his legs in pain from the move. Jacob then lifts his opponent up to his feet as fast as he can and immediately locks Blank in for his “Black Stallion” (Modified Vertebreaker) but before Jacob can get the move off, he is viciously blasted in the chest by a steel chair shot while a familiar shrilly voice cries out in the background. The picture pans back to show the massive form of Nemesis holding the chair over Jacob while Professor Attenborough screams encouragements in the background while Nemesis continues to maliciously slam the chair down repeatedly on all parts of Helmsley’s body with little regard for the consequences. “NO!! That bastard Nemesis stopped what would have been the finishing touches on Bruce Blank!” Mak protests. “What are friends for!” King gladly adds in. Still in great pain, Bruce somehow finds the strength to get up to his feet to see Nemesis standing over Jacob’s fallen body with a chair in hand. Bruce breaks out a big smile on his face as he begins to bark orders to the big man. Calmly, Nemesis tosses the chair over to Bruce and lifts the battered Helmsley to his feet. Nemesis grabs Helmsley under his armpits and lifts the smaller man high in the air for Bruce, who cocks back on the chair, preparing for a massive chair shot. “Say goodnight to Jacob Helmsley’s return!” King enthusiastically states, preparing for the massive chair shot to ensue. With an evil smile on his face, Bruce rushes forward, preparing to destroy Helmsley’s face with the chair, when suddenly Helmsley fires one of his legs up between Nemesis’ legs, hitting the big man squarely in the crotch. Howling in pain, Nemesis immediately drops Helmsley and grabs his family jewels, but right at that moment, Bruce comes down with the huge chair shot that was meant for Helmsley, absolutely blasting Nemesis right in the face with the monster shot, bringing the biggest man in the federation down to one knee after staggering back several dozen steps. “Jacob got out of it!” Mak yells out. “Yeah… by blatantly cheating!” King protests. “Well what do you call having Nemesis come out and save Bruce from losing the match?” Mak asks back. “Great use of your assets!” King replies. Bruce drops the chair down to the ground and stares shockingly at Nemesis while the Professor checks on his large client. Blank places both his hands on his head and apologizes to the Professor, while unknowingly, Jacob rises to his feet in front of a table and prepares to put the finishing touches on his opponent. While Bruce is still trying to make sure his partner is alright, Jacob wraps his arms around Blank’s shoulders and immediately bends forward, bringing Bruce along with him with the table in front of them squarely in his sights and connects with the “Black Stallion” (Finisher: Modified Standing Vertebreaker) absolutely shattering the table into a hundred pieces and then slamming the big man down on his neck on the cold concrete floor of the backstage area. Through all of this, Jacob manages to hold on to blank and keep him wrapped up in a bridge pin. Kivell then drops down next to the fall attempt as the Professor suddenly realizes what just happened. ONE! TWO!!! “THREEEEEE!!!! JACOB HELMSELY HAS BEATEN THE SWF INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION IN HIS RETURN TO THE RING!!” Mak excitedly screams. “NOO!! HELMSLEY BLATANTLY CHEATED TO WIN THIS MATCH!!! IT SHOULD NOT STAND AT ALL!!!” King protests. Moments after the referee counts the three, the Professor lunges over to break the fall, but he is too late. Victoriously, Jacob rises to his feet and thrusts his arms up in the air as the cheers from the crowds outside can be heard echoing into the backstage area of the Niagara Falls Facility. Suddenly, Jacob bolts away down the hall in a dead run as Nemesis rises to his feet and attempts to give chase. He quickly stops though, realizing that he has no chance of catching the faster, more elusive man and turns around to check on Bruce, who is clutching his head in agony while rolling around amongst the shards of the broken table. “Well, Bruce is still the International Champion, but one could make a case that Helmsley could be getting a shot at the title soon enough after this impressive win over the King of Ultraviolence.” Mak confidently states. “Not a chance! Jacob wouldn’t last five minutes in an actual wrestling match against Bruce Blank! Not in his life!” King angrily fires back. “At any rate, I hope you have enjoyed this exiting edition of SWF AftershoXXXXXXX… We hope to see you all next time!!!” Mak completes. The logo of the SWF can be seen in the corner of the screen as the scene of Bruce Blank finally realizing that he lost fades to black. © 2006 Smartmarks Wrestling Federation ‘Raising Workrate by Typing Faster!’ Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
