chirs3 0 Report post Posted November 26, 2006 Backstage, Gabriel Drake is walking toward the dressing room area when he hears a familiar voice calling at him from behind. "Drake, I need to talk to you." Drake turns around, and the camera pans over to Jay Hawke, looking snazzy in a blue pinstripe suit. Hawke: "I've got a proposition for you." Gabriel Drake starts to speak, but Jay Hawke interrupts. "Don't say a word, just hear me out. Look, I saw what you did to Michael Stephens in his match against Zyon last week, and I know the history between the two of you. And let's be honest. The reason you spent all those years in that jail cell isn't because he was worried about some random rube you met in a pub. It was all about furthering his own career." "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Hawke: "He knew that if you were walking free, able to make a living for yourself, that under no circumstances would he ever have such a successful career. You'd be the one that won four World Titles, not him. You'd be the one getting all the accolades, all the money. Not him. The only person Michael Stephens cares about is himself. You know it, I know it, those idiots in the stands know it..." "TOXX-IC! TOXX-IC! TOXX-IC!" Hawke: "...Which is why you'll never get a shot at that World Title as long as he holds it. When you were eliminated from the Cold Front Classic battle royal, he celebrated because that meant he'd never have to put that title up against you. But you see, when I beat Michael Stephens next week for the World Championship, you'll get the first shot at the Christmas pay-per-view." Once again, Gabriel Drake opens his mouth, only for Hawke to cut him off. Hawke: "Just think about it. See you December 17." Jay Hawke walks away, leaving a befuddled Gabriel Drake to ponder over what the number one contender just said. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
chirs3 0 Report post Posted November 26, 2006 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- SWF STORM Live, Saturday, November 25th, from The E-Center in Salt Lake City, Utah! (7pm PST, 10pm EST; check local listings) (Send all promos/marked matches to chirs3) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- THE MAIN EVENT - TRIPLE THREAT(non-title) Michael Stephens ©© vs. Tom Flesher vs. "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins -> Absolutely GIDDY over the idea of Michael Stephens losing momentum before his title defense against Jay Hawke, Joseph Peters has decided to keep the onslaught coming! Two men who have advanced past the first round of the Cold Front Classic - who may be facing Stephens should he be lucky enough to get by Hawke - get an early Christmas present, a chance to get their hands on the current World Champ (in a mean sort of way, not... y'know, not like that)! Who wins, who loses, doesn't matter... as long as it softens up the champ, Peters is happy! Rules: First pin/submission wins. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- TAG TEAM MATCH Wild and Dangerous vs. ALL YOUR TITLE ARE BELONG TO US~! (Zyon © and "The Divine Wind" Akira Kaibatsu ©) -> Zyon and Akira have tagged before, with mixed results - it always seemed to just be a problem of downward momentum. Well downward momentum can go fuck itself, because in the span of about 2 hours, Zyon snatched Cruiserweight Gold from Michael Stephens, and Akira Kaibatsu stole the International Championship from Johnny Dangerous! I'd say momentum is in their favor. But then I might be speaking too quickly, because one of their opponents tonight probably wants his belt back, and Wildchild's never really had a problem hanging with the top Cruisers in the SWF. Will AkirYon's momentum continue to bring them success, this time against one of our most dominant tag teams? Or is their awesomeness doomed to know only singles success? Rules: Standard tag team match. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Insane Luchador vs. Michael Cross -> Speaking of downward momentum (see above match), two triumphant returns end up being somewhat less than triumphant, and these two aren't gonna take it anymore! Someone's luck turns around TONIGHT~! Rules: Standard singles match. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- COMEBACK IV: THIS TIME IT'S PERSONAL Alan Clark vs. Trent Hawk -> In what is apparently becoming a tradition, one recent come-backer welcomes another, as the now returned Trent Hawk plays welcoming committee to the now returning Alan Clark! Rules: Standard singles. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
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chirs3 0 Report post Posted November 26, 2006 “Fans, welcome back to SWF Storm,” Ben Hardy says, “I’m here backstage in search of the man whose eighteen-month undefeated streak came to an end last Monday on Smarkdown when he lost the SWF Cruiserweight Title to Zyon in a ladder match-” “Zyon? Ladder match?” a familiar British accent (more familiar than Hardy’s) cuts in, and into shot walks the man who still holds the World Title and one half of the Tag Titles, “I can only assume you’re talking about me, Ben.” “Well, yes I am,” the bespectacled interviewer confirms. “Michael Stephens, last Monday you lost the Cruiserweight Title under somewhat questionable circumstances when Gabriel Drake interfered in your match and allowed Zyon to climb the ladder and-” “Whoa whoa whoa, hold up there sec mate,” Stephens interrupts, holding up one black-nailed hand to cut Hardy off, “let’s get one thing straight. At no time has anyone suggested to me that Gabe interfered to allow Zyon to climb the ladder and win the title. No Ben, that was his one and only purpose; he came down and interjected himself to ensure that I lost the title. Well Gabe,” Stephens says, turning to address the camera, “I think what you might not have realised is that you’ve only made things worse for yourself sunshine. Any idea how hard it is to defend three titles that you’re holding all at once? How exhausting it is from one week to the next with barely a show off from title defences? Gabe, you don’t even know how hard it is to defend one title. So what you’ve done now is lighten my workload by a third, and you know what that means? It means that when I eventually get my hands on you I’m gonna be in tip-top condition to kick your sorry backside all over whichever world-renowned sporting arena we happen to be in at the time!” “I see,” Hardy nods, “but what about Zyon? It seemed at the time of the match that he was not aware of Drake’s involvement, but some have speculated that he was happy to take advantage of your misfortune after the events of the Elimination Chamber.” “Not that again,” Stephens sighs, “look, Ben, when Zyon comes up to me and tells me that he’s got a problem with what I did in the Elimination Chamber, then…” he pauses and thinks for a second, “…well, actually I’ll tell him he’s a bloody idiot because it was every man for himself, and he knew that. But that’s besides the point, because Zyon hasn’t come up to me and said anything of the sort.” “I see,” Hardy nods again, slightly slower this time. “Lastly Mike, I need to ask you about you your upcoming World Title defence against Jay Hawke. On Smarkdown the self-proclaimed Dean of Professional Wrestling had some words for you-” “Yes, he did,” Stephens interrupts, “and some rather bizarre words they were as well. For starters, he said that you don’t get called the Dean of Professional Wrestling because it sells t-shirts; I mean, personally I’d say that’s self-evident. If you were trying to sell t-shirts, the last thing you’d do is put that clunky, cumbersome nickname on them. He also said that he’d teach me a wrestling lesson I’d never forget,” the World Champion continues, “but I think that it’s Hawke’s memory that needs refreshing because on Lockdown it was me and Landon, his former tag team partner, who defeated him and Nighthawk to retain the Tag Titles. Not that that should have been that surprising, because Nighthawk sounds like he should be getting chopped to pieces by Conan the Barbarian or something but hey,” the Englishman shrugs, “I guess sooner or later the good names were all going to have been taken.” “And do you have any words of your own for Jay Hawke?” Ben Hardy asks, familiar enough with the World Champion’s moods by now to know when Stephens has some more to say. Sure enough, Stephens divests the interviewer of his microphone and changes from talking to Hardy to addressing the camera. “Right, Hawke, you better listen up cos I’ve got something to say,” Stephens begins, instinctively pausing slightly… “INNIT!” …sure enough, the crowd watching in the arena chooses to participate in a manner more usually associated with Mike’s sister. Stephens shrugs and continues. “…thank you. As I was saying Hawke, you had some big words to say on Smarkdown, but I’ve yet to see any evidence you can back them up. Sure, you were the longest-reigning International Champion of all time, in fact you’re the longest-reigning champion of any sort in the entire history of the SWF, and don’t get me wrong, that’s impressive. But,” Stephens continues, “you’ve also got to realise that you’re going to need to step up a gear to have any chance of competing for the World Title. You had your shot once before when you went up against Wes Davenport-” Ben Hardy shakes his head, appalled that Stephens has mentioned He Who Must Not Be Named. “-and you came up short. Sunshine, he ain’t got nothing on me. So you can strut down to the ring, you can learn to fly, you can put class into session and your backside into gear and the pedal to the metal, but you’re gonna have to face up to the basic truth that when it comes down to it the Sensation is going to be the one doing the teaching around here! As a result,” Stephens says, unbuckling the World Title and holding it up in front of the camera, “as the current rightful owner of the SWF World Heavyweight Title, Jay Hawke I strongly recommend you pay close attention when the referee shows you this belt before our match on the 30th! In fact I give you full licence and authority to touch it, to stroke it, to lick it, to kiss it, to fondle it, to tango with it, to use it as a loofah to go with that bloody bathrobe you wear down to the ring, and if you feel the need you can even get down on all fours in the middle of the squared circle and make sweet love to the damn thing, cos that’s the last you’ll see of it, cos come the end of that night it’ll be walking out the arena with me and Ben Hardy I know that a belt can’t walk of its own volition and I advise you not to call me down on a minor semantic point!!” Stephens finishes at full tilt, going rather red in the face with the effort of the run-on sentence. “…sure,” is all Ben can muster in response. “So Jay Hawke!” Stephens starts up again, “if you think that you’ve got what it takes to remove the World Title from my grasp! If you think that your time is now! If you think, above all else, that you can succeed where Zyon, Bruce, JJ Johnson, Jimmy The Doom, Thomas M. Flesher, Spike Jenkins, Gabriel Drake, Landon Maddix, Zyon again and Bruce again ALL failed then sunshine…” Oh, you know the fans are singing along. “…PREPARE TO BE PROVED WRONG-AH!” “Wrong-ah?” Hardy asks weakly, accepting his microphone back. “It’s Japanese,” Stephens tells him, slapping him on the back, “gotta run. Laters.” “Fans, this is Ben Hardy returning you to the Suicide King and Mak Francis,” Hardy says, then turns away. As the production crew fade the picture someone forgets to fade the sound for a second: “Don’t look at me Gus, maybe he’s had too much caffeine or something…” FADE OUT Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
chirs3 0 Report post Posted November 26, 2006 FADE IN “Another tremendous match is about to go down here tonight,” says Mak Francis, “as Wild and Dangerous vie to move up in the rankings for tag team contendership, as they take on the team of Akira Kaibatsu and Zyon! King, this should be a highly competitive match, as you’ve got four high-fliers, who have also proven their ability to be successful here in the SWF!” “Well, I think that an interesting subtext in this match is the fact that you’ve got two guys in Zyon and Akira that are, respectively, the last two individuals to beat Wildchild and Johnny Dangerous, albeit in singles competition!” “That’s right,” adds Mak. “Wildchild’s last loss in singles competition came while wrestling as Birdman, at the hands of the Unique Youth, in a match that named the number one contender for the title that Zyon now holds! And, of course, Akira defeated Johnny Dangerous just this past episode of Smarkdown, to become the new International Champion! With that in mind, you’ve got to think that Wild and Dangerous will be motivated to get a little payback against these two young lions!” “Of course, the flipside of that argument is that now these two guys will be coming into this match with a boatload of confidence,” counters King. “They’ve both had an opportunity to be matched up against two of the top stars in the SWF, two multiple-time title holders, and they’ve managed to come out on top!” “That may be true,” says Mak, “but you and I both know that having to compete against Wildchild and Johnny Dangerous in singles competition is a lot better than having to compete against Wild and Dangerous in tag team action! There’s just something about when these two team up that makes them greater than the sum of their parts! I mean, for all of the success that they’ve had as individuals, they’re still considered tag team specialists!” “They’ve definitely got their continuity down,” admits King, “but I can’t help but believe that there are still hard feelings between Wildchild and Johnny Dangerous. You know, Wildchild was pretty bent out of shape when Dangerous decided to go after the International Title… Not that I blame him: I mean, we both know that Dangerous has a reputation for putting himself ahead of his team!” “I think that Johnny’s changed,” replies Mak. “And maybe you’re right, maybe it took losing the International Title in order for him to realize that he was in danger of heading back down that path, but I think that his focus is on the team one hundred percent right now, King! I’m sure that he’s going to give Wildchild his best, and we know what Wild and Dangerous are capable of when they’re at their best!” “I guess it’s hard to argue with four championships,” concedes King, somewhat glumly. “Still, Dangerous has pretty much proven himself to be untrustworthy, and Wildchild would be ill-advised to put all his faith in the guy!” “I don’t think that he really HAS put all his faith in Johnny just yet,” replies Mak. “If you’ll recall from their last few matches together, they really aren’t doing all of the super-high risk stuff that they used to do. I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised if Wildchild still felt some reservations about teaming with him!” “Now that you mention it, they really haven’t tried any of the more dangerous stuff that they used to do,” King remarks idly. “Remember back when Dangerous used to take Wildchild and fling him into people? They don’t do stuff like that anymore!” “We’ve definitely seen Wildchild take it down a few notches from his first few years here in the SWF,” notes Mak. “It could very well be that he’s become a little more conservative as he’s gotten older.” “You’re right,” says King, “it could… or it could be that he doesn’t trust Dangerous with his well-being anymore. And, after everything that’s gone down between the two of them, it’s kind of hard to find fault with that!” “Oh, don’t start with this again, please!” whines Mak, as the sound of the timekeeper’s bell calls everyone’s attention to the center of the ring, where the inimitable Funyon stands tall with a microphone in his hand: DING! DING! DING! “The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall,” booms Funyon, “with a thirty minute time limit!” Within seconds, the entire E-Center grows completely dark, save for a string of short sentences alternating across the SmarkTron: I’m Born… I’m Alive… I Breathe… Suddenly, “Vitamin” by Incubus begins playing, and the fans’ cheering begins anew as they wait for the Unique Youth to grace them with his presence. “Introducing first,” booms Funyon, as Zyon finally emerges from behind the curtain. “Making his way to the ring at this time, from Elkhart, Indiana, and weighing in at two hundred pounds… he is the SWF World Cruiserweight Champion… the Unique Youth: ZYYYYY-ON!” Zyon sprints down the ramp and leaps onto the apron before grabbing onto the top rope and flipping into the ring. “Zyon looks supremely confident!” says Mak. The Unique Youth brandishes his Cruiserweight Title for the appreciative crowd. He then hands it to referee Red Herrington as his music fades out, to be replaced by the sound of Wu-Tang Clan’s “Protect Ya Neck.” “His tag team partner,” continues Funyon, “From Sendai, Japan and weighing one hundred ninety-five pounds, here is the new IN-TER-NATIONAL Champion: Akira KAAII-BATSU!” The Divine Wind strolls down to the ring and pulls himself onto the apron; he then heads over to the corner and climbs up to the turnbuckles to display his newly won Championship. “Hell, if you thought that Zyon was confident; he’s got nothing on Kaibatsu!” remarks King. “No kidding,” replies Mak. “He looks like he thinks he can take on Flesher!” “Slow down,” admonishes King. “The kid has to learn to crawl before he learns to walk… still, you have to give him credit; he took it right to Johnny Dangerous, and came away with a major upset!” Kaibatsu presents his title belt to Herrington, who hands it through the ropes to the ring attendant as “Protect Ya Neck” fades into the ethereal. Suddenly, the fans in the E-Center start cheering with renewed vigor, as Gang Starr’s “Manifest” begins playing, and Wildchild and Johnny Dangerous make their way out towards the ring. “And, their opponents,” shouts Funyon, “at a total combined weight of four hundred thirty-nine pounds: WILD! AAAAAND DANGEROUS!” Wildchild and Johnny jog down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans at the edge of the barricade as they make their way to ringside. Johnny slides into the ring and scrambles to his feet, glaring at the young man standing across the ring whom had recently defeated him; WC removes his shin guards and hands them to his girlfriend Melissa Fasaki, before he follows Johnny into the ring. “I tell you what, King,” says Mak, “there sure are a lot of championship reigns between the four men in the ring right now!” “No question about it,” agrees King, as “Manifest” fades out. “And it looks like it’s going to be Wildchild starting the match, as usual for his team, against Zyon!” Red Herrington signals to the timekeeper to ring the bell, signifying the start of the match: DING! DING! DING! “Bell’s gone!” shouts Mak. “And we’re underway!” Zyon and Wildchild meet in the center of the ring for a collar-and-elbow tie-up, but Zyon pushes the Bahama Bomber away before he can go for one of those lightning-quick armdrags. “Nice anticipation by Zyon,” notes Mak. “Well, everything that I hear about this kid is that he studies his losing matches intensely to try and figure out where he makes his mistakes, and he’s something like 1-4 lifetime against Wildchild, counting his run as Birdman, so I’d guess that he went out of his way to prepare for this match.” Wildchild and Zyon meet once again in the center of the ring. This time, Zyon takes control with a side-headlock; Wildchild backs him against the ropes and pushes him across the ring. Zyon knocks him down as he rebounds and runs back towards the edge of the ring again, but this time, WC greets him as he bounces off the ropes with a Japanese-style armdrag! The Unique Youth pops back to his feet, only to get taken over in a hiptoss! Wildchild waits for Zyon to get back to his feet, before scooping him up off the canvas and planting him back down with a scoop slam! He immediately leaps off the canvas and extends his right leg to crash down into Zyon with a legdrop, and the rolls away from Zyon and onto his stomach, fluidly getting back to his feet as he hops back off the canvas, this time stretching out his left leg to hit a second straight legdrop! This time, Wildchild rolls atop Zyon and applies a lateral press, as Herrington dives into position to count: ONE! TWO! Zyon kicks out at two, and then rolls out to the arena floor, leaning against the ring barricade to gather himself. Fans surrounding the barricade give the Unique Youth encouraging pats on the back, as Wildchild salutes everyone else in the crowd by giving the sign for the Wild Ride! “Zyon made a couple of nice adjustments to start off this match,” notes Mak, “but the Wildchild showed that he can change it up as well!” Zyon climbs back into the ring and locks up with Wildchild. They lock up again, and the Zyon gets the better of it with a kneelift to the midsection. He tilts WC’s upper body upright, and then delivers a blistering open-hand slap to his chest! “There you go!” cheers King approvingly. “I had a feeling that Zyon would be the first to resort to the rough stuff!” Zyon backs Wildchild into the ropes, keeping him off-balance with another couple of kneelifts, and then grabs him by the wrist to whip him across the ring. The Unique Youth lowers his shoulder to lift Wildchild into the air as he bounces off the ropes with a back-body drop, but the Bahama Bomber adjusts himself in midair and lands on his feet behind his opponent; Zyon turns around just in time to get taken off his feet with a beautiful deep armdrag! “You know what I’ve noticed about Wildchild?” asks King. “He’s toned it down a lot here lately… I mean, REALLY toned it down!” “King, did you forget your ginko biloba again?” chides Mak. “We were just talking about that five minutes ago!” “Yeah, I know,” replies King, “but I never really though about just how drastic the change was, until now! I mean, the way he’s been mixing up his high-flying with very basic wrestling holds. Hell, he even keeps his aerial moves relatively subdued, compared to some other high-fliers… it’s almost like he’s not even the Wildchild anymore!” “Not the Wildchild?” “Yeah,” says King, pausing to chuckle at his own joke. “He’s more like the Mild Child!” Zyon negotiates his way back to his feet, and then backs Wildchild against the ropes; he grabs WC by the wrist and whips him across the ring. Zyon hooks his arm underneath Wildchild’s as he bounces off the ropes and sends him over in a hiptoss… but the Bahama Bomber lands on his feet and scoops the surprised Zyon into his arms! Wildchild slams Zyon down to the canvas, but the Unique Youth hooks his arm behind Wildchild’s legs as he comes down, and rolls him into an inside cradle! ONE! TWO! Wildchild kicks out at two! Zyon beats Wildchild to his feet and leaps into the air, locking his ankles behind WC’s head and taking him over with a standing rana! The Unique Youth beats his opponent to his feet a second time, and leaps into the air again, this time, to blast Wildchild in the chest with a standing dropkick that sends him through the ropes and out the arena floor! Zyon holds his arms skyward in his trademark pose, his elbows slightly bent, as the Bahama Bomber gets back to his feet outside the ring. ZY-ON! ZY-ON! ZY-ON! ZY-ON! “Beautiful sequence by the Unique Youth,” says Mak. “And King, it’s just like we were saying before, Zyon must have studied the tapes of his previous matches with Wildchild extensively; Wildchild had him with that hiptoss counter, and was going for the slam, but you had to think that Zyon was ready for him this time!” “Definitely,” agrees King. “It’s obvious that Zyon’s determined not to let this match end in defeat; let’s not forget that the last time these two met in tag team action, it was when Zyon and Spike Jenkins were screwed out of the Tag Team titles!” Herrington begins to administer a ten-count, but the Unique Youth suddenly charges towards the edge of the ring, sliding feet-first underneath the bottom rope to Wildchild with a baseball slide… … But the Bahama Bomber dives back into the ring through the second rope just as Zyon is diving out of the ring through the bottom rope! WC rolls quickly back to his feet and charges back towards the edge of the ring, diving feet-first through the ropes before the Unique Youth realizes what happened… WHAM! … And blasts him in the face with a baseball slide! Wildchild gets back to his feet and runs over to the nearby corner as Zyon stumbles backwards into the ring barricade! WC climbs up to the top turnbuckle and waits for Zyon to get back to his feet before leaping out of the ring, drilling the Unique Youth between the eyes with a flying double-axe handle! “There’s that double-axe handle that you were speaking so fondly of a minute ago, King,” remarks Francis. “As Wildchild waited until Zyon had committed to that baseball slide before moving out of the way, and then caught him flush with one of his own!” WC pulls Zyon to his feet and leads him over to the nearby corner, where he slams him face-first into the ringpost, watching as he falls to the padded arena floor. The Human Hurricane quickly slides back into the ring and runs towards the edge of the ring, leaping onto the top rope and springing backwards out of the ring… SPLASH! …Crashing into the Unique Youth with a death-defying springboard moonsault suicida! DUB-CEE! DUB-CEE! DUB-CEE! DUB-CEE! “Oh my GOD!” shrieks Mak. “Weren’t you just saying something about Wildchild becoming subdued, King?” “Yes I was,” replies King. “He made me look bad as a color man!” “Well,” teases Mak, “that’s not all that difficult anyway.” WC once again pulls Zyon to his feet, only for Akira to run over to his aid, knocking down the Bahama Bomber from behind with a running double-axe handle! Akira helps Zyon pull Wildchild to his feet, but the Caribbean Cruiser suddenly slips out of their grasp and dives out of the way… CRASH! … As the Barracuda flies across the ring and crashes into both men with a corkscrew plancha! JOHN-NY! JOHN-NY! JOHN-NY! JOHN-NY! “Wild and Dangerous are on fire!” shouts Mak. “They’re off to a tremendous start, and the Champions are discombobulated!” Wildchild rolls Zyon back underneath the bottom rope and then climbs on to the apron as Johnny heads back to their corner. “Wildchild rolls Zyon back into the ring,” says King, “and it looks like we may finally see some wrestling inside the ring!” “Well, King, we both know that Wild and Dangerous want to regain those tag team titles,” replies Mak, “and they have to get the Champions in the ring in order to make that happen!” Wildchild and Zyon engage in a collar-and-elbow tie-up, which Zyon controls with a kneelift to the midsection! Zyon hammers Wildchild’s upper back with a few clubbing forearm shots, and then tilts his head up, snapping Wildchild’s head back with a few jabs… BAP! BAP! BAP! But Wildchild turns the tables on him, snapping his head back with a series of quick right jabs of his own! “Zyon, with an error in judgment, trying to trade punches with the Wildchild,” says Mak, “and he came up on the short end of the stick!” Wildchild backs Zyon up against the ropes and grabs him by the wrist, whipping him across the ring, only for the Unique Youth to reverse it. Zyon lowers his shoulder as Wildchild rebounds and lifts him into the air with a back-body drop, but the Bahama Bomber floats through and lands on his feet behind Zyon, wrapping his arms around Zyon’s waist, pulling him backwards into a rolling cradle! ONE! TWO! Kickout at two! Zyon kicks Wildchild off and tries to take his head off with a left hook as both men get to their feet, but Wildchild ducks underneath and lifts Zyon into the air, before lowering him down onto his outstretched thigh with an atomic drop! Zyon clutches his tailbone as he slowly turns around… CRUNCH! … And steps into an inverted atomic drop! Wildchild challenges Zyon to get back to his feet, but the wily Unique Youth rolls to his corner instead, making the tag to his partner. “Inverted atomic drop,” says Mak, “and that’s chiropractic city! You know, Zyon is one of the quickest men in the SWF, King, but even he is about three steps slower than the Wildchild! We’ll have to see if Akira Kaibatsu has any more success against the challengers!” Kaibatsu steps into the ring to test his hand… CRUNCH! … But he gets scooped into an inverted atomic drop as well! Wildchild waits patiently for Kaibatsu to get to his feet before leaping off the canvas and knocking the Divine Wind down with a tremendous standing dropkick! He grabs Akira by the back of the head and leads him over to his corner, where he makes the tag to Johnny Dangerous! “Tag made,” says Mak, as Wildchild trips Kaibatsu with a double-leg takedown, “and here comes the Barracuda!” Wildchild locks both hands underneath Akira’s legs as Johnny steadies himself on the ring apron, and falls backwards… WHAM! … Launching the Divine Wind into a springboard clothesline by Johnny! “Slingshot into a flying clothesline; that’s vintage Wild and Dangerous right there!” shouts Mak. Johnny whips Kaibatsu into the ropes as Wildchild exits to the ring apron, stunning him as he rebounds with a Shotei to the chest, and then runs towards the edge of the ring himself to build up steam for a running attack… CRACK! … But Zyon slams a knee into his back as he bounces off the ropes, stunning the Barracuda long enough for Akira to level him with a tremendous European Uppercut! “Well, I think we saw right there that Zyon and Akira aren’t above bending the rules,” notes Mak, “as they turn the tables on the challengers, and look for an opportunity to take control of this match!” Akira whips Johnny into a neutral corner and rounds off into a cartwheel, before rolling into a backflip and then springing into the corner to deliver an elbow smash… WHAM! … But Johnny pulls himself out of the corner at the last second as Kaibatsu slams into it back-first, and then scoops him into a fireman’s carry as he dives towards his corner, grinding him into the canvas with a Spinal Explosion! “Johnny Dangerous with a tremendous counter to that handspring elbow attempt by Akira Kaibatsu,” says Mak, “and now he tags Wildchild back into the action!” Johnny whips Kaibatsu into the ropes and takes him down as he rebounds with a drop toehold! WHAM! … And Wildchild runs to the ropes, leaping into the air as he rebounds to slam Akira’s face into the canvas with his patented Whiplash neckbreaker! The Bahama Bomber drags Kaibatsu towards a neutral corner and quickly climbs to the top turnbuckle to deliver a senton splash, but the Divine Wind rolls out of the way! Kaibatsu uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet and waits for Wildchild to stand back up… WHACK! … Before knocking him loopy with a ferocious superkick! “I think that Wildchild may have gone for that senton a little too soon,” observes Mak. “Well, Akira knows that move well,” replies King. “He uses it himself, and he can sense when it’s coming; you’re not going to catch a guy like Kaibatsu with his own move like that!” Akira drags Wildchild towards his corner and makes the tag to Zyon. Kaibatsu keeps Wildchild trapped in the corner with a battery of stiff palm strikes, as Zyon steps into the ring and joins in with kicks to the midsection. Zyon pulls Wildchild out of the corner and drops him down to the canvas with a scoop slam! He steps over to Wildchild’s upper body and measures him as he hops off the mat and drives an kneedrop into the side if his face! He delivers several more kneedrops to Wildchild before he gets back to his feet and makes a quick tag. “Tag made back to Kaibatsu,” says Mak, as Zyon pulls Wildchild to his feet. “Zyon holds Wildchild’s arms behind his back as Kaibatsu comes off the top turnbuckle, drilling him between the eyes with a double-axe handle! “Well, the machinery is starting to smooth out, now,” says King. Kaibatsu whips Wildchild across the ring and runs to the ropes as he rebounds… WHAM! … Driving the air out of Wildchild’s body with his patented Yakuza Kick! Akira pulls Wildchild to his feet and drags him over to his corner, where he makes the tag to Zyon. Zyon pulls Wildchild into the corner and sits on the top turnbuckle as he positions the Bahama Bomber in front of him. “Look at this!” shrieks Mak, as Akira hoists WC onto his partner’s shoulders. Zyon stands up on the middle turnbuckle. “Samoan Gutbuster coming up!” Zyon locks Wildchild into position as he leaps off… WHAM! … Driving the Bahaman’s midsection into his knees as he falls to the canvas with a Samoan Gutbuster! “He got him!” yells King, as Zyon runs over to the neutral corner and leaps to the second turnbuckle, celebrating his big move with the crowd. “I think it’s over if he wants it!” “He’s making a mistake here, King!” screeches Mak. “He shouldn’t be worrying about patting himself on the back; he should definitely go for the pin!” Zyon hops back down into the ring and runs over to his corner, where he makes the tag to Akira Kaibatsu. Kaibatsu looks at him like he’s crazy, shouting at him to ask why he didn’t go for the cover, but eventually steps into the ring, running right over to Wildchild to make the cover himself: ONE! TWO! THR— KICKOUT! “Wildchild able to get the shoulder up,” reports Mak. “Like I said, King, Zyon made a critical error in judgment there; if he’d have gone for the cover, this match would be over!” “I’m inclined to agree,” concedes King, “but maybe they felt like they had to do some more damage to the four-time former champions…” Akira pulls Wildchild to his feet and traps him in a front facelock, spinning him around to deliver a hangman’s neckbreaker, but the Bahama Bomber wriggles out of his grasp, hooking both his arms from behind, and dropping to his knees to trap the Divine Wind in a backslide! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! “Nice counter move by the Wildchild,” says Mak, “but he still needs to make a tag!” Akira kicks out and quickly rolls to his feet, hammering Wildchild in the side of the head with a series of kneelifts before laying the Bahaman back down with a lateral press: ONE! TWO! THR—NO! “Kaibatsu did a good job of keeping Wildchild down on the mat, and keeping the ring cut in half, but I can’t say enough how much Zyon blew a tremendous opportunity to end this match; I don’t care what kind of statement he felt like he had to make, King, when you’re dealing with the four-time former champions, the winningest team in SWF history, you don’t take stupid chances!” “Well, I gotta agree with you there, Mackenzie,” concedes King, “but sometimes you make decisions like that; you don’t always really have time to think about it in the heat of the moment! Sometimes you have to go with whatever your gut tells you!” Kaibatsu returns to his corner to tag Zyon back in. “King,” counters Mak, “when you hit somebody with your signature move, your patented hold, that has won you countless matches, why WOULDN’T you try to cover him?” Zyon whips Wildchild into the ropes, and raises his arm to deliver a clothesline, but the Bahama Bomber easily ducks underneath, continuing on to the other side. “Well, what would you know about it?” snipes King. “It’s not like that miserable Franchise Tag ever beat anybody!” Wildchild leaps into the air as he explodes off the ropes, extending his body as he crashes into Zyon with a cross-body block! ONE! TWO! THR— KICKOUT! “You think so, huh?” says Mak, as Zyon pulls Wildchild to his feet and drags him over to the corner. “King, if I ever hit you with the Franchise Tag, you wouldn’t be able to eat solid food right now!” “If you hit me with the Franchise Tag,” quips King, as Zyon tags Kaibatsu back in, “Jesus must have returned, because he’s the only guy that could make the lame walk!” “Oh please!” “And, let’s face it, Francis, you’re lame in every sense of the word!” “Will you stop!” Akira lifts Wildchild up to deliver a backdrop driver, but the Bahama Bomber rolls through, landing on his feet behind Kaibatsu and trapping him in a waistlock. Wildchild pushes Akira towards the edge of the ring and then pulls back as he slams against the ropes to catch him in a rolling cradle, only for the Divine Wind to hold onto the ropes to stop himself. Kaibatsu quickly turns around and thrusts his leg into the air to catch Wildchild with a superkick, but Wildchild dives underneath it and somersaults to his corner… SLAP! Where he makes the tag to Johnny Dangerous! RAAAAAAAAAAH! Johnny runs in and immediately levels Kaibatsu with a Johnny Kick! Zyon steps into the ring and catches one as well! Johnny runs back over to Kaibatsu and plants him with a scoop slam, before hitting Zyon with one as well! “Tag made to the Barracuda!” yelps Mak. “And he’s come in as a house of fire!” Johnny knocks Akira down with a Scorpion kick, and then traps Zyon in a front facelock, grabbing him by the leg with his free hand, popping his hips as he takes him up and then back down with a vertical suplex! “Rolling vertical suplexes by Johnny Dangerous!” exclaims Mak, as Johnny lifts Zyon up for the second vertical. “But he’d better concentrate on the legal man; putting Zyon down is not going to help him win this match!” Johnny lifts Zyon up to deliver a third vertical suplex… WHAM! … But Akira Kaibatsu slams a double-axe handle into his back to drop him! He rolls his partner to safety out of the ring, and then turns his attention back to Johnny Dangerous, hammering him with a battery of clubbing forearms to the back of the head! Akira pulls Johnny to his feet and whips him across the ring, but the Barracuda makes the tag on the fly and ducks a discus clothesline attempt as he bounces off the ropes. Kaibatsu, unaware of the tag, spins around to locate Johnny, who grabs onto the top rope to stop himself, and completely fails to notice Wildchild vault onto the top rope on the other side of the ring, and spring into action, catching Akira in the back with a springboard dropkick that sends him stumbling forward… WHACK! … Into a ferocious Western Lariat by Johnny! The fans erupt as the Divine Wind turns a full flip through the air and collapses to the canvas! “Tremendous lariat by Johnny that was all setup by the blind tag to Wildchild!” proclaims Mak. “Kaibatsu never saw it coming!” “Kaibatsu made a mistake in going for that discus clothesline,” explains King. “It forced him to take his eye off of Johnny Dangerous, he didn’t see the tag, and as a result, he wasn’t prepared for Wildchild to catch him with that springboard dropkick!” Wildchild raises his arms above his head and spins his hands around, eliciting another loud cheer from the crowd! “Wildchild just gave the sign for the Falling Star Press!” shouts Mak. “If he hits this, it’s all over!” Wildchild leaps over Kaibatsu onto the top rope, springing back into the ring as he turns a forward flip… SPLASH! … And crashing on top of the Divine Wind with the Falling Star Press! Wildchild hooks the leg as Herrington delivers the count: ONE! TWO! THREE! NO! KAIBATSU GETS THE SHOULDER UP! “A desperation kickout by Akira Kaibatsu,” says Mak. Wildchild pulls Akira up and pulls him into his corner, where he tags Johnny. The former champions force Kaibatsu into a neutral corner and then whip him across the ring, sending him hard into the turnbuckles. Wildchild then grabs Johnny by the wrist and whips him into the corner after Kaibatsu, only for the Barracuda to reverse it, rocketing Wildchild into the corner at breakneck speed! The Human Hurricane leaps off the canvas at the last second and twists around in midair, crashing into Kaibatsu with his patented Blue Crush splash! Wildchild pushes the Divine Wind out of the corner and towards Johnny… WHAM! … Who lifts him up off the canvas and plants him with the MI Slam! “MI Slam!” exclaims Mak. “This one’s over!” Johnny covers Kaibatsu for the three-count, but Zyon dives into the ring to make a desperation save, before Herrington can even get into position to count! “Zyon is in the ring!” shrieks Mak. “And he’s taking no chances! He’s going to break up the pin before the referee can even start!” Johnny trundles over to his corner, where he reaches up and makes the tag to Wildchild. The Bahama Bomber leaps over the top rope to enter the ring, flooring Zyon with a hard right hand! Flooring Kaibatsu with another hard right! Another right for Zyon! Another right for Akira! Wildchild takes Zyon over with a hiptoss, and then sidesteps a charging Kaibatsu, hooking his arm underneath Akira’s as he rebounds from the ropes to take him over in a hiptoss, but Kaibatsu blocks. Before he can retaliate, however, Wildchild reaches up with his free hand and locks it with the other, before flipping backwards to catch his feet on the top rope, and using it as a platform to spring back into the ring, taking the Divine Wind over with a tremendous armdrag! By this time, Johnny is back in the ring to help his partner out, and they each grab Kaibatsu by the arm, whipping him into the ropes, and sending him flying out of the ring as he rebounds with a double dropkick! “It’s breaking down in there!” says King. “We’ve got all four men in the ring!” “Well, we did,” replies Mak. “Now, we’re down to three!” CRACK! … Blasting the Unique Youth as he bounces off the rope with a double superkick! “Super Chicklet Buster!” screeches Mak. “Zyon’s out cold! And they just gave the sign for the Dangerous Drop! If they hit this, this one’s history!” Johnny hoists Zyon onto his shoulders, and the Bahama Bomber launches from the top turnbuckle, snaring Zyon by the head… WHAM! … AND SPLATTERING ZYON’S FACE AGAINST THE CANVAS WITH THE DANGEROUS DROP! “Dangerous Drop!” reports Mak. “That’s it; Zyon ain’t gonna get up from that!” Johnny dives out of the ring to keep Akira from interrupting the pin, as Red Herrington counts Zyon down: ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! The crowd erupts as “Manifest” begins to play once more! Johnny slides back into the ring and high-fives Wildchild as Red Herrington raises Johnny and Wildchild’s arms in victory. “Here are your winners,” booms Funyon, “WILD! AAAAAND DAAAAANGEROUS!” “Once again!” shouts Mak. “Wild and Dangerous show the pedigree that made them four-time Tag Team Champions, and you’ve got to believe that they’ve set their sights on that fifth title! We’ll be right back, ladies and gentlemen, with our main event!” Wild and Dangerous mug for the camera, getting the fans riled up by pantomiming imaginary title belts around their waists… As we: FADE OUT Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
chirs3 0 Report post Posted November 26, 2006 “Welcome back to Storm,” Mak Francis greets viewers, “due to time constraints all three men involved in this Triple Threat came out to the ring during the commercial break and are getting ready to start; for your information, both James Matheson and Amy Stephens have been barred from ringside by referee Brian Warner.” “I applaud the decision to ban Toxxic’s slut of a sister,” King says, “but Matheson? The man’s a professional manager, not just some inbred relation! He should be at ringside, providing the advice and guidance that he’s entitled to dispense!” Brian Warner is explaining the rules to Tom Flesher, Spike Jenkins and Michael Stephens, all of whom wait impatiently for him to finish telling them what they already know. Flesher looks smug, Stephens looks focused and Spike Jenkins looks angry as usual. Finally Warner comes to a close and steps away from the three men, signalling for the bell… *DING-DING-DING!* “-and we’re underway,” Mak Francis says, “personally I’m very interested in seeing how this one turns out; none of these three like each other, and each of them have well-established rivalries with the other two.” “We all know that Tom’s going to win,” the Suicide King replies, “but that won’t make the match any less interesting; in fact I’ll be intrigued to see exactly how Flesher orchestrates his triumph here.” The three men circle each other warily, each one keeping a close eye on the other two. However this stalemate doesn’t last for long, as after a few seconds Flesher and Jenkins both suddenly lunge for Stephens and begin pounding away on him! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” The crowd instantly gets behind the World Champion as Spike and Tom grab an arm each, then Irish whip Stephens towards the rope. The Englishman rebounds- *SMACK!* -straight into a double Shotei that floors him! With Stephens on his back both men decide to put the boot in, and do so literally by peppering their opponent with stomps! “YOU BOTH SUCK!” “YOU BOTH SUCK!” “So Mak, are you going to make some Toxxic-biased comment about how this should be ‘every man for himself’ rather than Tom and Spike working together?” King asks. “Not at all,” the Franchise replies, shaking his head, “they have every right to try and take Stephens out of the match if they want to; what I will say is that they shouldn’t be surprised if the other man turns on them…” However that doesn’t seem to be transpiring at the moment, as Spike and Tom tire of trying to stamp through Stephens’ ribcage and instead haul him upright before both taking him in a front facelock. They slip Stephens’ arms around their necks and then grab the Englishman’s baggy pants to hoist him up, bounce him off the nearby ringropes and then fall backwards into a slingshot suplex! *BANG!* Flesher rolls away with a satisfied smirk on his face; Spike on the other hand floats over into a cover… ONE! TW- -but Flesher pulls him off! Spike gets up to his feet and starts talking trash to Flesher, who affects a bored expression and flaps one hand in imitation of his opponent’s mouth; however, after a few moments the Superior One points past Jenkins to where Stephens is getting up, and with their differences forgotten both men reach forward and thumb Stephens in the eyes! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” “Want to say anything about dirty tactics in this no-disqualification match, Mak?” King asks. “Well, not apart from the fact that it’s a shame Tom feels he has to stoop to these levels,” the Franchise replies. “What about Spike?” “Oh, I expect it of him.” With Stephens staggering around unable to see Flesher and Jenkins seem to have forgotten their momentary disagreement, and they both turn to run for the ropes behind them. They bounce off at the same time and accelerate back towards the World Champion before each man raises a foot - the right for Tom, the left for Spike - to Yakuza kick Stephens’ face in… but the Englishman seems to recover his sight at the last moment and he ducks underneath his opponents’ boots then runs for the ropes that Spike and Tom just bounced off! The Dynamic Duo stop their respective momentum and turn around in pursuit of their quarry, but Stephens has come off the ropes himself now and launches himself into the air with a double flying clothesline that sends all three men crashing to the canvas! “YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Stephens is up first, but Tom and Spike aren’t going to be kept down by something as mundane as a clothesline and they are also rising to their feet; accordingly Stephens turns and runs for the ropes again, this time rebounding and leaping into the air feet-first to slam a front dropkick into the chests of his enemies! “LET’S GO STE-PHENS!” “LET’S GO STE-PHENS!” “Michael Stephens has turned the momentum of this match around,” Mak Francis exclaims, “but can he keep it going?” “Against Spike and Tom?” King laughs, “no way.” Tom Flesher rises first, a little winded - and is greeted with a headbutt! *CRUNCH!* It’s difficult to tell whether surprise or pain is the dominant emotion, but regardless Tom goes back down again clutching his face. Spike gets back to his feet - and receives the same treatment! *CRUNCH!* “YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Flesher pushes himself back to his feet, only to eat another headbutt! *CRUNCH!* And Spike does the same one more time! *CRUNCH!* “LET’S GO STE-PHENS!” “LET’S GO STE-PHENS!” The Salt Lake City crowd are roaring out their support for the World Champion, who seems a little dazed from the headbutts he’s been firing off but is still on his feet, unlike his opponents! However, now Tom is rising again and Stephens decides to find a different, less concussive form of attack: RIGHT! LEFT! RIGHT! LEFT! The Sensation flips a black-nailed v-sign at the wobbling Flesher, winds up… …and spins round to deliver the Discus Clothesline to Spike! “YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Stephens pushes himself back up off the mat, blowing his cheeks out with the effort of continually taking on two men at once - at that effort catches up with him as he turns back around into a Tom Flesher thumb to the eye! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” “Simple, effective and, in this environment, legal,” King says, “why do these morons boo?” “What’s wrong with a blast double-leg?” Mak mutters. Tom doesn’t immediately follow up as Stephens is staggering away swiping at his face, and Spike Jenkins groggily rises back to his feet with a mind to get some revenge. However, the Hollywood Superstar’s first instinct is to grab a headlock in order to control his opponent, but no sooner has he got in locked in than Stephens grabs at his arm and prises it loose, then slips behind Jenkins! The Englishman wraps one arm around Spike’s neck and slips the other underneath Spike’s arm… “Sleeper suplex!” Mak shouts, predicting the move that defeated Jenkins in the Cruiserweight Title match at the Peace Arch. …but Jenkins has other ideas. Even as Tom Flesher runs for the ropes and rebounds the man from California kicks up and backwards, delivering a punishing mule kick to his opponent’s testicles and forcing Stephens to release his hold! Not a moment too soon, because as Flesher rebounds Spike has to hurl himself out of the way to avoid the- *CRACK!* “YAK-UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!” King roars as Flesher’s boot takes Stephens full in the face and floors the World Champion. “I don’t think Flesher was bothered about taking Spike out there as well, he couldn’t have known Jenkins would move!” Mak puts in (not that bothered himself, oddly enough). However, Flesher follows up his move by applying a cover to the prostrate straight-edger… ONE! TW- -but Spike Jenkins pulls him off! Now it’s Tom’s turn to get up and verbally abuse his opponent-cum-ally, but Spike gives it right back as he accuses Flesher of trying to Yakuza kick him! Flesher’s response is to laugh heartily and deny any such occurrence, of course he knew that Spike would dodge at the last moment, as if he’d turn on Spike before Stephens was completely out of the game… and suddenly Flesher points past Spike to where Stephens is getting back to his feet. Jenkins spins around… …and sees Michael Stephens still lying on the floor. Confused, Hollywood turns back to Flesher… …and gets thumbed in the eye. ‘Yargh!’ “OK, I’ll admit, that was funny,” Mak comments. “You don’t mind it when it happens to Spike, do you?” King says accusingly. “No,” Mak replies honestly, “I really don’t.” Tom doesn’t rest on his laurels having partially blinded Spike in a mildly amusing way; he dives and rolls, hooking Spike by the legs and pulling Jenkins over into a schoolboy pin… ONE! …which just happens to feature a handful of Jenkins’ shorts… TWO!! …but Spike kicks out despite Flesher’s unfair advantage! The Hollywood Superstar rolls up to his knees and delivers a stunning elbow strike to Flesher’s temple as the Superior One tries to apply some sort of hold, then grabs a front facelock. Michael Stephens is starting to get up nearby but Jenkins is more concerned with maintaining his advantage over Flesher and transitions into an armwringer, presumably working under the theory that Tom will have less ability to counter if one of his arms can’t reach Spike. Not so, as Tom rolls forward and comes up to his feet with an agility that belies his compact frame (solid muscle of course, don’t let anyone tell you different), then twists around to apply an armwringer of his own. Tom has a mildly annoyed expression on his face, presumably at the idea that someone might think they can outwrestle him, and he transitions from the armwringer into a hammerlock, then slips round in front of Spike to grab a ¾ headlock before bringing the Hollywood Superstar over with a snapmare, then drops to one knee and applies a reverse chinlock, all in one smooth and fluid series of motions. “That better for you?” King asks Mak. “Well yes, actually.” However, Spike has no intention of being stuck in a reverse chinlock and he grabs at Tom’s hands and tries to prise them apart. It takes him a few seconds of concerted effort but he finally manages it, then with his head no longer trapped against Flesher’s knee he wriggles his body to one side and rolls backwards, lashing back with a foot as he does so and kicking the surprised Flesher in the face! Jenkins keeps hold of his grip on Tom’s right arm and twists around on the mat, effectively performing another armwringer but this time pulling Flesher down onto his front on the canvas, at which point Jenkins applies a hammerlock of his own and gets into a back mount. There is a smattering of polite applause, which just so happens to be led by Michael Stephens, now upright and compos mentis again, and currently leaning on the ropes watching his two opponents go at it. “Get in there Toxxic, you coward!” King shouts. Spike isn’t really registering Stephens at the moment, all his attention (understandably) focused on Flesher. The Hollywood Superstar keeps his right hand on Flesher’s right arm, anchoring the hammerlock in place, but with his left he rears back and starts delivering nasty elbow smashes to the back of Tom’s head! “That’s not necessary,” King protests, unhappy at seeing his former protégé brutalised in such a manner. “I think the crowd disagree with you,” Mak notes mildly as the Salt Lake City crowd cheer each shot, despite the fact that it’s Spike Jenkins delivering them. “What do they know? They not just stupid enough to marry, they do it more than once!” Spike seems to be satisfied that Flesher’s brains are appropriate scrambled now, and gets off his opponent before bringing the New Yorker up to his knees. The Hollywood Superstar backs off a step, then swings with his right leg… *thwap* …but the three-kick combo never gets off the ground, as Flesher catches the first one and then drops back and spins to take Jenkins over with a Dragon Screw! He doesn’t get as much whip on it as he would have done had he initiated it from standing, but it still jars Spike’s knee and the amazingly-resilient Flesher grabs his opponent’s other leg before starting to lace them together… “This could be the Superior Stretch, and if it is then it’s bad news for Spike!” Mak shouts, as sure enough Flesher crosses one of Spike’s legs into the crook of the other, locks them in place with his arms and then turns over to sit down into the Cloverleaf! Spike Jenkins yells out in pain and reaches desperately for the ropes - Tom hasn’t had a chance to work his legs over so he’s not in immediate danger of tapping, but it’s still a very painful and potent hold and he wants to get free as soon as possible before things get worse. Which is why Spike is for once glad to see Michael Stephens sauntering vaguely in his direction. “Stephens in no hurry,” Mak comments, and indeed the World Champion has gauged the situation and doesn’t view that Spike’s going to tap out and end the match in the next few seconds. However, he doesn’t want to chance it too much so he approaches from the side, then wanders around in front of Flesher. Tom looks up, apparently having momentarily forgotten that there was another man in the match. Stephens grins lopsidedly and spreads his arms wide as if for all the world he was about to encompass Flesher in a manly hug… …then claps his open palms over Tom’s ears. *SMACK!* Tom Flesher instinctively releases Spike and staggers away from the hold, hands going up protectively over his ears as the world rings far too loudly. Unfortunately it seems his balance has been shot by Stephens’ attack and he staggers straight into the Englishman, who grabs Tom’s head and drops to one knee, bringing Flesher’s face down hard into the other. Tom tries to rear back in pain but Mike comes up with him, then gets a front facelock and extends his right arm out to the side. Normally a front facelock would be no problem for Flesher to counter out of, especially against someone like Stephens, but when the world is wobbling and ringing and you’ve just been kneed very hard in the face it’s a little hard to marshal your thoughts- *WHAM!* The Unfinished Business probably hasn’t helped matters, but at least Tom isn’t in the front facelock anymore. Granted his face has just been driven into the mat with an elbow-drive bulldog, but it’s always best to look on the bright side of things. Stephens thinks so too, which is why he hopefully rolls Tom onto his back and hooks the leg… ONE! TWO!! TH- -broken up by Spike! The Hollywood Superstar delivers a kick to the head that knocks Stephens off his cover, then grabs the Englishman and hauls him onto his knees. Jenkins lashes out with his right foot… …but Stephens knows this routine as well as Flesher does and ducks the kick, then springs up off the mat and jumps into the air to hook his legs under Spike’s arms and roll backwards, stacking Jenkins on his own shoulders and bridging back to complete a Mexican Clutch Pin! ONE! TWO!! …but Spike kicks out! Stephens manages to grab Jenkins when they’re both on their knees after the pin and delivers a headbutt to his former follower, then hauls Spike up to his feet, ducks under Spike’s right arm and wraps both arms around his opponent’s torso in preparation for the Side Effect. However Tom Flesher is up and approaching… so Stephens boots him in the gut and grabs a front facelock with his left arm, then hoists Spike off the mat with his right before sitting out to not only complete the Side Effect, but DDT Flesher as well! “YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” “What improvisation from the World Champion,” Mak says, sounding genuinely impressed, “he’s still got the wherewithal to fight both men at once!” “A sensible man would sit out and let them fight amongst themselves,” King retorts. “I thought you called him a coward when he was doing that?” “Yes, because he was doing it because he’s a coward, not because he’s sensible!” Sensible or otherwise, Stephens is certainly sensible enough to go for a pin, which he does on Spike… ONE! TWO!! …but Jenkins kicks out! Undaunted, the man from Nottingham turns the other way and rolls Flesher onto his back, then tries again! ONE! TWO!! …but Flesher kicks out as well! “LET’S GO STE-PHENS!” “LET’S GO STE-PHENS!” An expression of frustration crosses Stephens face and he grabs Spike, hauls the man from California to his feet and then pastes him with a European uppercut! *WHAM!* Jenkins staggers, but manages to come back with a Shotei to the jaw! *SMACK!* Stephens wobbles, but fires back! *WHAM!* …but Jenkins isn’t done yet, and he hits back again! *SMACK!* Stephens’ eyes glaze over for half a second, but the Englishman is made of (vaguely) stern stuff and he readies himself for another shot… …at which point Tom Flesher hits him with a chop block. “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” “That was legal! There’s no way that wasn’t legal!” King shouts at the crowd, incensed at them booing Flesher. “I think they just don’t like him,” Mak tries to break the news gently. Meanwhile Flesher, shaking his head to dispel some of the grogginess, has brought Stephens back up to his feet and is motioning to Jenkins. Spike eyes the Superior One mistrustfully by Flesher signals for another double Shotei and Jenkins nods cautiously, then helps the New Yorker whip Stephens into the ropes. Mike rebounds, Tom and Spike rear back and lash out… …and Stephens ducks under both palmstrikes and heads on for the ropes behind them! Spike and Flesher turn as Stephens leaps up to the top rope… ...and moonsaults back, grabbing both men around the head and coming down with a double Sunny In England! *WHAM!* “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” “SUNNY IN ENGLAND!” Mak shouts, “this beat Tom at Genesis! He got them both!” Sure enough, Stephens dives on top of Flesher and hooks the leg, rolling into the cover to stack as much weight onto Tom’s shoulders as possible… ONE! TWO!! THHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR- NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! “THAT WAS THREE!” “THAT WAS THREE!” “No it wasn’t!” the Suicide King shouts back at the crowd, “Tom’s not going to be beaten twice by the same move!” Stephens looks at referee Brian Warner with shock on his face, but snaps out of it a moment later and turns to launch himself on top of Spike Jenkins, hooking the leg as before… ONE! TWO!! THHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR- NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! “BULL-SHIT!” “BULL-SHIT!” “The fans can’t believe what they’re seeing here, and neither can I!” Mak Francis exclaims as Spike just manages to fire a shoulder off the canvas to beat the three-count, “Michael Stephens hit the Sunny In England on both men, but neither one has stayed down for the count!” “And look at Toxxic!” King laughs, “he’s got no clue what to do now his flippy-floppy shit has failed him!” Well, actually that’s not quite true. Stephens lets out a yell of anger, then grabs Tom Flesher by the head and starts trying to bring the Superior One up. Normally a wrestler instinctively tries to rise anyway and so often unwittingly helps their opponent; not so Tom Flesher on this occasion. The Superior One sandbags, doing everything he can to avoid being hauled upright where, doubtless, further pain awaits him. Flesher knows that as long as he keeps his centre of gravity low and stays close to the mat he’s in a position to outwrestle Stephens, if only he can grab a few seconds to clear his head… but Stephens is in no mood to be denied and the World Champion double-underhooks his opponent and hauls upwards again, bringing Flesher up a bit further. “It looks like Stephens might be going for the RTF II,” Mak speculates, “but he needs to remember that there’s another man in this match…” Yes indeed. Flesher is more or less up to a position where Stephens could fall back and lock in the RTF II with a reasonable chance of success, but as he’s about to do so Spike Jenkins suddenly shoots past him. Stephens looks at his former stablemate quizzically for a second, then as Jenkins rebounds off the ropes his eyes widen as he realises what Spike intends; too late. *KER-RACK!* “Dangerous Wizard!” Mak Francis, “and Spike used Tom Flesher as his boost!” Sure enough, Spike leapt upwards and trod on Tom Flesher’s back for a moment to get the height he needed to deliver the enzuigiri to Michael Stephens. Stephens falls sideways clutching his head and Jenkins dives on top, hooking the leg as he does so… ONE! TWO!! THR- -but Mike kicks out! “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Now it’s Spike’s turn to yell in frustration, and he takes hold of Stephens before hoisting him to his feet; however, only into a standing headscissors. From there Spike leans down and wraps his arms around his opponent’s waist, then pulls Stephens up as if going for a piledriver, but instead steps over one arm… then the other… “Spike’s setting up for the RATINGS CLASH!” Mak shouts, suiting his words to Spike’s actions as the Hollywood Superstar doesn’t give the Franchise a chance to finish his sentence before jumping forwards and driving Stephens’ face into the mat! *BANG!* Spike rolls over, pulling Stephens with him into a pinning predicament… ONE! Tom Flesher suddenly runs past Spike, heading for the ropes. TWO!! Tom Flesher bounces off the ropes and runs back towards Spike, who doesn’t like the turn events are taking. THHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR- *CRACK!* “SHINING BLACK!” Mak yells, “Tom Flesher broke up the pin with that basement Yakuza kick to Spike Jenkins!” “I hope Spike knows a good dentist,” is King’s contribution. However, Spike’s immediate concern is less about appearances and more to do with oxygen, because Tom has grabbed him and thrown him into the corner of the ring, then started choking him. Brian Warner almost started a five-count but Flesher tells him what he can do with his five-count, well aware that this match is no-DQ. Spike starts turning blue in the face as Flesher continues to happily choke away, ready to pin his opponent when Spike drops into unconsciousness… …and suddenly it’s Flesher who’s being choked as Michael Stephens slips an arm around his neck and drags him away from Jenkins! The Hollywood Superstar slumps in the corner, not in any state to interfere in events as Stephens slides his right arm under Flesher’s and prepares to bridge backwards with the Sleeper Suplex that might well win him the match… …but Flesher prises Stephens’ arm loose, then twists around behind the startled Englishman to apply a hammerlock! Flesher doesn’t bother to hold it, instead shoving Stephens with all his might and sending him crashing into Spike in the corner, then charging in after him and crushing them both with a double avalanche! “FLESH-ER SUCKS!” “FLESH-ER SUCKS!” The Superior One seems unperturbed the Salt Lake City’s opinion of him and he simply throws Michael Stephens over the top rope to the floor (good job this match isn’t being contested under Cruiserweight Rules, hey?), then hooks Spike up as if for a suplex but instead lifts Jenkins up and sits him on the top rope. “I think things could be about to go from bad to worse for Spike Jenkins,” Mak speculates. “-but from good to great for Tom!” King cuts in, “you’ve gotta love the Boilermaker!” Well, you do if you’re Tom Flesher. The Buffalo native leaps upwards and fires a palm strike into Spike Jenkins’ face, sending the Hollywood Superstar wobbling crazily to one side, then begins to climb the turnbuckles to get on a level with his opponent. Flesher reaches the second rope and hooks Spike up for a suplex again in preparation of dropping his opponent with the avalanche brainbuster that has claimed so many wins in years gone by… but Spike has no wish to be added to that list of casualties, and starts slamming right hands into Flesher’s ribs! “Come on Tom, you can take him!” King shouts, but in the limiting environment of the turnbuckles Flesher’s vaunted wrestling ability is of little use; Spike fires off a couple more right hands, then as Tom’s grip starts to loosen he pulls his head away from his opponent and rakes Flesher’s eyes! Tom swipes at his face, nearly losing his grip on the top rope with the other hand, and Spike decides to help matters by giving his opponent a hearty shove in the chest to send him flying down to the mat! Tom hits hard and rolls once as Spike starts to climb fully onto the top rope… …and Michael Stephens appears out of nowhere to dive on Tom and make a pin! ONE! TWO!! THHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH- *WHAM!* “RATINGS GRABBER!” Mak yells, “Spike just frogsplashed Stephens as he was pinning Tom!” Jenkins wastes no time and rolls Stephens onto his back, then makes the cover… ONE! TWO!! THHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Angrily Jenkins abandons his former leader and jumps on Tom instead, figuring that since Flesher was at the bottom of the pile he’ll have taken more damage from the Ratings Grabber… ONE! TWO!! THHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! “Will anyone win this match!?” Mak asks in bewilderment. Spike certainly intends to; he grabs Tom Flesher and hauls him upwards, double-underhooking the Superior One’s arms as he places him in a standing headscissors. A malicious grin crosses Spike’s face as he jumps into the air for the Endwell… …which turns into confusion as his jump keeps going when Flesher breaks his arms free and forces upwards, trying to backdrop his way out of the move… …and morphs into horror as he sees Michael Stephens on his feet and in the flight path. Stephens himself seems equally surprised, but he makes a wild grab for Jenkins as Hollywood plunges towards the mat… *WHAM!* “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” …not that it was designed to help Spike any. “GAVEL BANG!” Mak yells, starting to get hoarse, “Tom Flesher and Michael Stephens just inadvertently administered Justice and Rule’s finisher to Spike Jenkins!” Tom Flesher releases his grip on Spike’s legs and looks around to see how he landed; he seems very surprised to see Stephens lying there with one arm still wrapped around Jenkins’ head. Stephens looks at his opponent and shrugs, as if to say ‘hey, it seemed to fit’. Tom shrugs back, but then leaps into action as Stephens hurriedly turns Spike over onto his back and tries to cover him! ONE! TW- -let’s face it, that was never going to happen. Flesher delivers a kick to the head that sends Stephens sprawling, but then tries his luck himself! ONE! TWO!! TH- -and Stephens returns the favour; slightly slower, but still quick enough! The World Champion drags Tom up to his feet and goes for an Irish whip towards the turnbuckles, Tom reverses the momentum and sends Stephens in instead but the Sensation leaps to the top rope and backflips back, looking for the Sunny In England… …but Tom Flesher sidesteps and catches Stephens over one shoulder! The Superior One staggers with the weight but stays on his feet, then reaches up and shuffles the winded Englishman around into a Fireman’s carry. Spike Jenkins has started to get to his feet after neither man succeeded in their quests to land the winning pin, but Tom doesn’t like that plan and rams into Jenkins with Stephens’ feet! Spike goes back down and Tom takes a couple of steps away, then drops to the side- *BANG!* -and nails a Death Valley Driver! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Flesher quickly rolls into the cover, hooking the leg as Warner dives to count… ONE! TWO!! THHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! “TOXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX-IC…” “TOXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX-IC…” The chants ring out around the arena as Tom Flesher looks at Brian Warner, convinced that the referee must be having him on. But no such luck for the man from Buffalo, as Warner maintains that it was only a two-count! “I want to know how much Toxxic paid that referee off,” King states. “What on earth makes you think that Stephens paid off the referee?” Mak scoffs. “Well, he’s the ref for damn near every match Toxxic has, you tell me that’s not suspicious!” King points out. “Oh, and I suppose Wild & Dangerous pay off Red Herrington because he refs all their matches?” Francis demands. “You’re finally catching on, aren’t you?” Michael Stephens isn’t out of the woods yet, biased ref or no. He’s rolled over onto his front to try and prevent himself from being pinned again, but this just gives Flesher an opening to apply a move he hasn’t used in a while - the Superior Stretch Beta! “PLEASE DON’T TAP!” “PLEASE DON’T TAP!” “How long can Stephens withstand this?” Mak asks as Flesher cinches in the back-mounted Dragon Sleeper, “Tom Flesher could be moment away from gaining some measure of revenge for Genesis VII!” Spike Jenkins has other ideas. He approaches Flesher, who grits his teeth and cranks back on the submission, convinced he can get the win before Spike can make him break the hold. Jenkins seems prepared to take that bet and he lashes out with a kick to Tom’s chest- *SMACK!* Flesher grunts in pain but holds on. Spike frowns, draws his leg back and tries again. *SMACK!* Flesher winces and exhales involuntarily as the kick drives the air from his lungs, but still he holds on. Surely Stephens is only seconds away from tapping… Spike will be damned if he sees that happen. This time he swings straight for Flesher’s head. *KER-RACK!* …and Tom topples sideways, eyes glazing over. However Flesher wouldn’t be Flesher without the ability to continue without higher brain function, and he gets back up to his feet- *WHAM!* -just in time to eat a NEW-YORK-NEW-YORK-BUFFALO-PREVENTIN’-LONG-ISLAND-REPRESENTIN’-EVEN-THOUGH-I’M-FROM-HOLLYWOOD-ALLEGEDLY LARIATOOOOOOOOOOO~! “Spike just hit the lariat!” Mak shouts, reduced to stating the obvious, “can he get the win here?” Jenkins drops down ready to pin Flesher… then stops. He seems torn by indecision for a moment, then turns and makes his way towards the turnbuckles. Once there he starts to climb. “You know why he’s doing this, right?” Mak asks. “Haven’t a clue,” King replies. “It’s Spike, it doesn’t have to make sense.” Tom Flesher is getting up. Slowly, but he is getting up. The Superior One gets to one knee, then staggers upright before bending over double to collect his thoughts and catch his breath… …and Spike comes off the top rope with his knee aimed directly at the back of Tom Flesher’s head. *BANG!* “SUPER EGO TRIP!” Mak roars as Jenkins drives Tom’s skull into the mat, “that’s revenge over two years in the making, King!” Flesher won’t be getting up from that. Spike scrambles up from where he landed, ready to roll Tom over and make the winning pin… …and turns around into a boot to the gut. It’s not wise to forget about a World Champion, no matter how much pain he was in last time you looked. Stephens reaches down and applies a double-underhook, then hoists Spike UP… …AROUND… …AND… …DOWN! *BANG!* “Stephens Shock Syndrome!” Mak calls, but Mike isn’t done. He rolls Spike onto his back, then with the underhook still applied he hauls Jenkins into a sitting position. It’s the work of a moment to apply a front bodyscissors… and now Spike has nowhere to go. From the squashed, crushed angle his head is at Spike can just see the prone form of Tom Flesher, knocked near-enough unconscious by the Super Ego Trip. Revenge is sweet, but that very move has ensured that there will be no rescue by a self-interested third party this time. Spike has to contend with the RTF II himself, and from a sitting position there’s nothing he can do. Well, except tap. *DING-DING-DING!* “Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-CHAEL… STEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-PHENS!!” Funyon booms. The World Champion wearily rolls out of the ring and collects his two belts from the timekeeper, then starts to head back up the ramp. “Michael Stephens has surely regained some of the momentum he lost after Zyon beat him for the Cruiserweight Title,” Mak says, “and with a victory over two top-quality athletes like Flesher and Jenkins you can bet he’ll be ready for Jay Hawke on the 30th!” The last shot of Storm is of Michael Stephens raising his title belts in the air, one in each hand, as he walks backwards up the ramp. “TOXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX-IC…” “TOXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX-IC…” FADE OUT ©2006 Smartmarks Wrestling Federation ‘Raising Workrate By Typing Faster’ Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
