Post by Spyke the Pacers Fan on Aug 8, 2007 13:36:46 GMT -5
(We cut to the EWT Arena. The camera shows a “Dance for me, Spyke!” sign, signaling to the crowd at home who is next.)
Lillian Garcia: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it will determine a Number 1 contender for the EWT Toolshed Title!”
(“Galvanize” by Chemical Brothers hits and Spyke Johannson leaps from behind the curtain to a massive crowd pop. Spyke dances his way down to the ring, high-fiving members of the crowd.)
Lillian: “From Stockholm, Sweden, weighing in at 223 lbs. He is the ‘Swedish Dancing Sensation’ Spyke Johannson!”
(Spyke climbs into the ring and does some breakdancing for the crowd. Spyke’s music fades as “Ain’t Coming Home” by Silvertide starts up. The camera cuts to a “Way to go, Jack! >_<” sign).
("Out comes Jack Jupiter, his hair a little messy from his effort earlier. The crowd boos him, although not too heavily, as he slowly and cockily advances down to the ring.)
Lillian: "And his opponent, from San Diego, California...CALIFORNIA....weighing in at 219 pounds, JACK.................................................................................................................... ...................................Jupiter!"
(Jack looks at Lillian in disgust, which is slightly surprising for someone like himself, and he slides into the ring, fixing his hair and tying it back. He shakes his wrists a little bit, and he's ready.)
(bell dings)
Spyke and Jack circle each other, then lock up. Spyke moves into a hammerlock, but Jack counters into a snapmare. Spyke is up quickly, and they lock up again. Spyke twists Jack’s arm putting him in a standing shoulderlock, but Jack flips out it and whips Spyke into the ropes. Spyke comes back, Jack attempts a clothesline, but Spyke ducks it. Spyke rebounds off the opposite ropes comes back and hits Jack in the chest with a front dropkick. Jack tumbles backwards, but rolls through it and gets up again but when he gets to his feet he is met with a clothesline from Spyke. Spyke quickly locks in a juji-gatame armbar, trying to hyperextend Jack’s elbow. Spyke doesn’t have it locked on for too long before Jack is able to get to the ropes, breaking up the submission hold. Spyke gets to his feet, as does Jack, holding his left elbow in pain. Spyke and Jack lock up again. Jack drops Spyke with a drop toehold, and stomps on the back of Spyke’s knees a few times. Jack then locks in a cross kneelock, trying to do to Spyke’s knee, what Spyke did to Jack’s elbow. Spyke, like Jack, is able to quickly get to the ropes however and break the hold. Jack, holding his left elbow, and Spyke, slightly limping due to his right knee being locked in that hold, lock up again. Spyke lifts Jack up for an overhead suplex. Spyke, still holding on to Jack’s neck and head, gets them both to their feet and tries to hit another, but Jack counters into one of his own! Jack floats over for a pin attempt.
1!
2!
Spyke kicks out at 2. Jack gets Spyke up off the mat. Jack whips Spyke into the ropes, but Spyke stumbles and clutches his knee. Jack looks to capitalize and locks on a Boston Crab. Jack locks it on tight and Spyke is writhing in pain. The two are in the middle of the ring, so Spyke is unable to get to the ropes. Spyke screams in pain as Jack stretches and wrenches Spyke’s beaten knee. The ref checks on Spyke asking if he wants to tap out. Spyke refuses. Spyke with all his determination starts rocking side to side, trying to roll out of the Boston Crab. Jack tries to keep his balance, but is unable as he tumbles to the right, breaking the hold. Spyke’s left knee is seriously hurting him, and it shows, as he is not able to put any weight on it. Jack, looking to keep his advantage in this match, clips the back of Spyke’s knee in a Ric Flair-like manner. Spyke crumbles to the mat and Jack looks for a pin.
1!
2!
Spyke is able to kick out at 2. Jack gets up and rolls out of the ring to try and compose another strategy to beat Spyke, since simply attacking one body part isn’t cutting it. The ref begins a 10 count.
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2!
Spyke, meanwhile is able to stand, but once again only on his right leg, keeping the left leg elevated. Jack seemingly has an idea as his face lights up.
3!
4!
Jack turns around just in time to see Spyke grab the ropes and hit a slingshot crossbody splash! Jack crashes to the ground with Spyke landing on top of him. The ref restarts the 10 count.
1!
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4!
Spyke gets up to feet and hops on his right leg to the ring and rolls in. Jack is still laying on the outside.
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7!
Jack finally gets up and slowly crawls to the ring.
8!
9!
Jack climbs into the ring just in time. Spyke greets Jack’s return to the ring with a couple of punches, trying to keep his balance standing on his one leg. Jack tries to take a swing, but Spyke blocks it, hits a quick jab, and plants Jack with a quick DDT. Spyke with a pin attempt.
1!
2!
Jack is able to kick out. Nursing the back of his head, Jack Jupiter gets back up to his feet, getting sent back a foot with a stiff punch to the face. Another sends him staggering back once more, but he chops blocks forward, causing Spyke to sidestep him awkwardly. With one sturdy leg however, he shows noticeable trouble holding up, and mid-chop, Jack turns 90 degrees, clipping Spyke's good leg with his own legs, and knocking him down. Grabbing both legs and turning the Swedish Dancing Sensation over, Jack locks him like a pretzel, into an Indian Deathlock! Spyke fights to escape the hold and get to the ropes, but every time he does, Jack pulls away, leaving him in the center of the ring. Folding his arms behind his head and leaning back, Jack reclines onto the mat, as the fans boo him at this gesture. Unfortunately for him, Spyke Johannson takes advantage of Jack's temporarily letting go of his defense, and gets to the ropes. The referee starts to count.
1!
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3!
4!
Jack quickly slips out, getting back to his feet and snapping his fingers in annoyance. Looking around, he picks up the slowly rising Spyke Johannson by the hair, lifting him up into a suplex position and yelling out, plainly...
"TIME FOR SOME RREEEEEEAL DAMAGE!"
Jack feints falling back, then smiles, before preparing to drive Spyke down to the mat. Spyke however falls behind him, hitting a neckbreaker on Jack that drops him hard onto the mat. Jack staggers back up, and Spyke hits a dropsault (however, Johannson clearly winces at that) that sends him down again. Jack gets back up, staggering once more, and limping, Spyke whips him into the ropes. As Jack bounces back, Spyke prepares--CLOTHESLINE! Except this one's from Jack, and using the time to his advantage, Jack Jupiter scales the turnbuckle, facing the crowd, and away from the prone Spyke Johannson.
"JUPITER-SAULT, BABAY!"
As Jack Jupiter wastes his time flourishing on the turnbuckle, posing, and screaming, Spyke Johannson slowly gets to his feet, using the remaining energy in his legs to leap up to the top turnbuckle. Just when it seems he's managed lift up the shocked Jack Jupiter for a back suplex, as he leaps, so does Jack, and in the opposite direction! Holding onto his head, Jack gets him into a modified bulldog position. But for Jack, this is a failure. Spyke still resists, and still holding him in the back suplex position, the two men go crashing to the outside--and through the French announcer's table! The crowd can be heard outside, chanting fervently..
"HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T!"
The referee, his mouth agape, leans over the top rope, looking at the motionless men. He begins to count...
1!
2!
3!
4!
5!
Jack and Spyke both begin to stir...
6!
7!
Spyke is up! Slowly, he hobbles over towards the ring, leaving Jack in the wreckage...
8!
Spyke's almost at the ring!
9!
Suddenly, Spyke feels something clutching at his bad ankle, and keeping him away. It's Jack Jupiter, who has slowly caught up with him by crawling from behind! Spyke makes a leap of faith, grabbing at the ropes, his hands inches away...
10!
DING DING DING!
(Spyke's hands, if he had jumped moments sooner, might have allowed him to get into the ring before the count had ended.)
Lillian: This match, is a DOUBLE COUNTOUT!
(The fans erupt in boos, as Spyke looks over at a sheepish looking Jack Jupiter, frustrated and shaking his head at him.)
Lillian: However, as was stated in the fine print of this match...as neither man lost....BOTH JACK JUPITER AND SPYKE JOHANNSON WILL COMPETE FOR THE TOOLSHED CHAMPIONSHIP AGAINST VOLTIGEUR AT OLD SCHOOL!
(Jack and Spyke both show signs of relief, and the two look at each other, and the fans begin to cheer. "Galvanize" plays back on the speakers, as to many a cheer, Spyke Johannson helps himself up the ramp and into the back, as Jack continue to lay down on the floor outside.)
(Fade out)
Lillian Garcia: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it will determine a Number 1 contender for the EWT Toolshed Title!”
(“Galvanize” by Chemical Brothers hits and Spyke Johannson leaps from behind the curtain to a massive crowd pop. Spyke dances his way down to the ring, high-fiving members of the crowd.)
Lillian: “From Stockholm, Sweden, weighing in at 223 lbs. He is the ‘Swedish Dancing Sensation’ Spyke Johannson!”
(Spyke climbs into the ring and does some breakdancing for the crowd. Spyke’s music fades as “Ain’t Coming Home” by Silvertide starts up. The camera cuts to a “Way to go, Jack! >_<” sign).
("Out comes Jack Jupiter, his hair a little messy from his effort earlier. The crowd boos him, although not too heavily, as he slowly and cockily advances down to the ring.)
Lillian: "And his opponent, from San Diego, California...CALIFORNIA....weighing in at 219 pounds, JACK.................................................................................................................... ...................................Jupiter!"
(Jack looks at Lillian in disgust, which is slightly surprising for someone like himself, and he slides into the ring, fixing his hair and tying it back. He shakes his wrists a little bit, and he's ready.)
(bell dings)
Spyke and Jack circle each other, then lock up. Spyke moves into a hammerlock, but Jack counters into a snapmare. Spyke is up quickly, and they lock up again. Spyke twists Jack’s arm putting him in a standing shoulderlock, but Jack flips out it and whips Spyke into the ropes. Spyke comes back, Jack attempts a clothesline, but Spyke ducks it. Spyke rebounds off the opposite ropes comes back and hits Jack in the chest with a front dropkick. Jack tumbles backwards, but rolls through it and gets up again but when he gets to his feet he is met with a clothesline from Spyke. Spyke quickly locks in a juji-gatame armbar, trying to hyperextend Jack’s elbow. Spyke doesn’t have it locked on for too long before Jack is able to get to the ropes, breaking up the submission hold. Spyke gets to his feet, as does Jack, holding his left elbow in pain. Spyke and Jack lock up again. Jack drops Spyke with a drop toehold, and stomps on the back of Spyke’s knees a few times. Jack then locks in a cross kneelock, trying to do to Spyke’s knee, what Spyke did to Jack’s elbow. Spyke, like Jack, is able to quickly get to the ropes however and break the hold. Jack, holding his left elbow, and Spyke, slightly limping due to his right knee being locked in that hold, lock up again. Spyke lifts Jack up for an overhead suplex. Spyke, still holding on to Jack’s neck and head, gets them both to their feet and tries to hit another, but Jack counters into one of his own! Jack floats over for a pin attempt.
1!
2!
Spyke kicks out at 2. Jack gets Spyke up off the mat. Jack whips Spyke into the ropes, but Spyke stumbles and clutches his knee. Jack looks to capitalize and locks on a Boston Crab. Jack locks it on tight and Spyke is writhing in pain. The two are in the middle of the ring, so Spyke is unable to get to the ropes. Spyke screams in pain as Jack stretches and wrenches Spyke’s beaten knee. The ref checks on Spyke asking if he wants to tap out. Spyke refuses. Spyke with all his determination starts rocking side to side, trying to roll out of the Boston Crab. Jack tries to keep his balance, but is unable as he tumbles to the right, breaking the hold. Spyke’s left knee is seriously hurting him, and it shows, as he is not able to put any weight on it. Jack, looking to keep his advantage in this match, clips the back of Spyke’s knee in a Ric Flair-like manner. Spyke crumbles to the mat and Jack looks for a pin.
1!
2!
Spyke is able to kick out at 2. Jack gets up and rolls out of the ring to try and compose another strategy to beat Spyke, since simply attacking one body part isn’t cutting it. The ref begins a 10 count.
1!
2!
Spyke, meanwhile is able to stand, but once again only on his right leg, keeping the left leg elevated. Jack seemingly has an idea as his face lights up.
3!
4!
Jack turns around just in time to see Spyke grab the ropes and hit a slingshot crossbody splash! Jack crashes to the ground with Spyke landing on top of him. The ref restarts the 10 count.
1!
2!
3!
4!
Spyke gets up to feet and hops on his right leg to the ring and rolls in. Jack is still laying on the outside.
5!
6!
7!
Jack finally gets up and slowly crawls to the ring.
8!
9!
Jack climbs into the ring just in time. Spyke greets Jack’s return to the ring with a couple of punches, trying to keep his balance standing on his one leg. Jack tries to take a swing, but Spyke blocks it, hits a quick jab, and plants Jack with a quick DDT. Spyke with a pin attempt.
1!
2!
Jack is able to kick out. Nursing the back of his head, Jack Jupiter gets back up to his feet, getting sent back a foot with a stiff punch to the face. Another sends him staggering back once more, but he chops blocks forward, causing Spyke to sidestep him awkwardly. With one sturdy leg however, he shows noticeable trouble holding up, and mid-chop, Jack turns 90 degrees, clipping Spyke's good leg with his own legs, and knocking him down. Grabbing both legs and turning the Swedish Dancing Sensation over, Jack locks him like a pretzel, into an Indian Deathlock! Spyke fights to escape the hold and get to the ropes, but every time he does, Jack pulls away, leaving him in the center of the ring. Folding his arms behind his head and leaning back, Jack reclines onto the mat, as the fans boo him at this gesture. Unfortunately for him, Spyke Johannson takes advantage of Jack's temporarily letting go of his defense, and gets to the ropes. The referee starts to count.
1!
2!
3!
4!
Jack quickly slips out, getting back to his feet and snapping his fingers in annoyance. Looking around, he picks up the slowly rising Spyke Johannson by the hair, lifting him up into a suplex position and yelling out, plainly...
"TIME FOR SOME RREEEEEEAL DAMAGE!"
Jack feints falling back, then smiles, before preparing to drive Spyke down to the mat. Spyke however falls behind him, hitting a neckbreaker on Jack that drops him hard onto the mat. Jack staggers back up, and Spyke hits a dropsault (however, Johannson clearly winces at that) that sends him down again. Jack gets back up, staggering once more, and limping, Spyke whips him into the ropes. As Jack bounces back, Spyke prepares--CLOTHESLINE! Except this one's from Jack, and using the time to his advantage, Jack Jupiter scales the turnbuckle, facing the crowd, and away from the prone Spyke Johannson.
"JUPITER-SAULT, BABAY!"
As Jack Jupiter wastes his time flourishing on the turnbuckle, posing, and screaming, Spyke Johannson slowly gets to his feet, using the remaining energy in his legs to leap up to the top turnbuckle. Just when it seems he's managed lift up the shocked Jack Jupiter for a back suplex, as he leaps, so does Jack, and in the opposite direction! Holding onto his head, Jack gets him into a modified bulldog position. But for Jack, this is a failure. Spyke still resists, and still holding him in the back suplex position, the two men go crashing to the outside--and through the French announcer's table! The crowd can be heard outside, chanting fervently..
"HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T!"
The referee, his mouth agape, leans over the top rope, looking at the motionless men. He begins to count...
1!
2!
3!
4!
5!
Jack and Spyke both begin to stir...
6!
7!
Spyke is up! Slowly, he hobbles over towards the ring, leaving Jack in the wreckage...
8!
Spyke's almost at the ring!
9!
Suddenly, Spyke feels something clutching at his bad ankle, and keeping him away. It's Jack Jupiter, who has slowly caught up with him by crawling from behind! Spyke makes a leap of faith, grabbing at the ropes, his hands inches away...
10!
DING DING DING!
(Spyke's hands, if he had jumped moments sooner, might have allowed him to get into the ring before the count had ended.)
Lillian: This match, is a DOUBLE COUNTOUT!
(The fans erupt in boos, as Spyke looks over at a sheepish looking Jack Jupiter, frustrated and shaking his head at him.)
Lillian: However, as was stated in the fine print of this match...as neither man lost....BOTH JACK JUPITER AND SPYKE JOHANNSON WILL COMPETE FOR THE TOOLSHED CHAMPIONSHIP AGAINST VOLTIGEUR AT OLD SCHOOL!
(Jack and Spyke both show signs of relief, and the two look at each other, and the fans begin to cheer. "Galvanize" plays back on the speakers, as to many a cheer, Spyke Johannson helps himself up the ramp and into the back, as Jack continue to lay down on the floor outside.)
(Fade out)