The Day Of Flynn

[Spike Flynn]

Damned if I Do Ya by All Time Low starts blaring out of the Speakers. The Fans go wild because they know who is coming to the ring.

John Archer:Here comes Spike Flynn. The man who lost his match to KayJayBarackus on Monday. Now he isn't allowed to brag about winning matches and KayJay not winning any.

The Outlaw:It's a shame he lost it would have been great to see KayJay leave the company.

Spike walks out to the ring holding a contract. He jumps into the ring and waves to the crowd.

Spike:So yeah... I lost.

The fans boo

Spike:Woah no need to get in a mood with me. He used weapons, i'd like to see all of you get hit with some steel steps... God you will feel it in the morning I assure you.

Spike lifts the contract in the air.

Spike:As you can see I am holding a contract. This is to fight at Hang em High. Smarky gave it to me. He says I show great dedication to this company and I deserve a match.

Fans Chant Spike Spike Spike

Spike:Do you wanna know what the best thing is?.... I get to pick my opponent!

Fans cheer

The Outlaw:Whoa that is the first time I have seen that done!

John Archer:Smarky must really like the Totalizer to give him that opportunity.

Spike gets a pen out of his white suit.

Spike:All I've gotta do is sign the name of my opponent here and the match is set. It's going to be a simple clean one on one match against. Hmm let me think. Ahh I know. KayJayBarackObama. He's going to be a worthy opponent since he can only beat me when he has use of a weapon.

Spike puts KayJay's name on the contract.

Spike:Stipulations hmm. I think if I win he leaves LDWA until I say he can return. And If he wins I become his slave until I beat him. Sound Fair enough?

Fans Cheer.

The Outlaw:That would make out to be a more intresting match than what we saw on Monday.

Spike looks to his chest and strokes it.

Spike:A title would look great as well. I got it. Smarky how about we keep these stipulations but also make it a title match. It would be one of the most amazing matches ever because our careers are basically on the line and we get the chance to hold some gold.

John Archer:Good plan!

Spike turns to face the Ramp

Spike:So what do you think boss. Think that will be good?

TBC SMARKY ONLY

[Cobrita]

Spike Flynn
The Outlaw
Cobrita
John Archer
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Spike stands proudly in mid ring, his eyes fixed on the stage awaiting the entrance of The Smarkster. He waits a little longer, still smugly smirking away as the megatron lights up. Spike's face seems drained, Lonely Islands - Like a Boss replaced with someone elses theme.

Bomb Bomb! Rock The Nation!

"Finally... Someone to shut this idiot up..."

"Hmm, that's not Smarky Smarks music. Correct me if I'm wrong but I believe Spike requested Smarky Smark only. How bizzare..."

"Yeah he did... But Spike isn't stupid to argue with Cobrita over the fact, or is he?..."

Michael Franti's declaration explodes out of the P.A system all around the arena as the foreshadowing of the arrival of The Hardcore Hero. A foreshadowing that sends everyone in the arena to their feet, cheering with thunderous applause for The Black Superman. As the man himself steps out from behind the curtain, white suit and signature grin the crowd's tempo is raised to another level. A nearly deafening sound echoes around the arena as the fans show their love for their Co-Commissioner. Cobrita sucks it all up, looking from pillar to post all around the stadium, finaly raising his hand for quiet. He turns his attention to Spike as the crowd begins to settle.

Boy!... What the hell you been smoking!? And why on earth are you waving that fake contract around?

Spike's face seems still drained of blood, giving of a pale look as his plan seems to come undone within half a minute. Cobrita stands tall on the stage, staring at spike as if waiting for a reply. Flynn seems to be frozen, contract still in hand. Cobrit raises the mic to his mouth again and continues to verbally barrage "The Totalizer".

Let's get a few things straight here Flynn. Let's get a few things... Out on the table... Let's clear a few things up... Number One Mr. Flynn... I don't like you. I never have and I never will. Your arrogant without any personal meaning. You attack superstars without warning for your own gain, and then when it comes time to get in the ring you choke. Bitching and moaning afterwards about why you were cheated. I got news for you sunshine, you asked for that match against Kane to be under Hardcore rules. Maybe you meant tickling contest instead of no holds barred but you got what you sked for. No Disqualification and it's no ones fault but your own you had steel steps thrusted into your face.

And the thing is... Not only where you stupid enough to challenge someone like Kane Jauncey to a hardcore match, but you were actually stupid enough to put a wager behind it. Win and Kane was gone from the business, forever or only for a month. While I don't like that, there would have been nothing I could do about it if you had of won. But you didn't... So I took action making sure KAYJAYBARACKUS was unable to leave the company for the next 12 months, signing him to a new contract. Meanwhile you got the other end of the wager, while I couldn't care less about the little "I cant talk bad about you" part. I do care about the latter... A certain "I can't have a title shot for a month" part...

Spike's eyes grow wide and he shakes his head, pleading with Cobrita as the fans amp up once again. Chanting and showing their dislike for Spike as Cobrita turns and ushers towards the entrance curtain. Before he can continue whaever it is he's doing Spike raises the mic to his mouth hastily.

No! You can't do this, you saw the match! KAYJAY cheated! Smarky Smark gave me this contract! That means I get a tit-

Cobrita brings his hand across his neck in a cutting motion, signalling to the tech crew. Spike goes to continue his rant but has had his mic cut off. He grips it tightly with rage as he watches The Hardcore Hero on the stage. Cobrita stands next to the entrance curtain and recieves a large object. He holds it in his hand and looks it up and down. With a smirk he places it over his shoulder, revealing to all a brand new title belt. Cobrita walks forward again and raises the mic to his lips.

Ladies and Gentleman, and Spike Flynn in mid ring. This is your brand new Rampage Championship Belt! A belt that Spike Flynn was very eligible to fight for until only a few days ago.

Cobrita grins and laughs a little, adjusting the belt n his shoulder with a little movement of his arm. The crowd following suit, cheering and filling the atmosphere with laughter.

Sorry Spike. That's just how it goes I guess. Now, this title will be awarded to a Rampage division superstar at Hang 'Em High. Now while you have no right to be in that title match and you should really be reprimanded for lying about that contract, I'm going to forgive you. I'm going to let you choose someone from your division or above to have a match with at the upcoming PPV. So who's it gonna be Spike?... I don't have a match at Hang 'Em High yet...

Cobrita grins, hinting to Spike as he waits for a reply.

TBC

[Smarky Smark]

Cobrita stands at the top of the entrance ramp with his arms folded. The new title next to him gleams under the spotlights in the arena. Spike meanwhile, paces back and forth in the ring like a man tormented. He lost his title opportunity last Monday due to his own misjudgment, and it seems that he must resign himself to fighting a normal match. The Hardcore Hero twists around once more, giving the tech guys the thumbs up to return the feed to Spike’s microphone. Spike notices this, and clears his throat. Just as he raises the mic to his lips, something unusual erupts from the PA system.

“Talk to Corporate! (Like a Boss)
Approve Memos! (Like a Boss)
Lead a Workshop! (Like a Boss)
Remember Birthdays! (Like a Boss)”

As the tune of “Like a Boss” from The Lonely Island plays through the arena, the Shaman of Sci-Fi bursts through the entrance curtains in his sharp, yet brash suit. He gives a quick glance to his Co- Commissioner who has a look of “WTF?!” written on his face. Despite this, he gives Smarky a wide berth as he struts past the new Rampage Title, giving it an interested look on the way.

“Well, Smarky is here. But why? This isn’t his show!”
“Didn’t Spike ask for Smarky? Wasn’t Spike doing business with Smarky? I think he has every right to be here.”

He slaps hands with some of the fans on the front row before climbing the steel steps to join Spike Flynn in the ring. He asks Sophie for a microphone, to which she gladly obliges. Before tipping her a wink, he returns to the center of the ring, and looks over to Cobrita.

“Funny thing, wagers. You make them, and they seem to come around and bite you in the ass. I mean, just two weeks ago, we ourselves had a little wager. We put it down on paper, and we said that you would control the PPV if you won the best of five series. You did, and you gained control. Spike here, he wagered his title chances against KayJay’s LDWA career. But here is the vital thing. He DIDN’T put it down on paper. Hence, this wager wasn’t official. KJ wouldn’t be suspended, and Spike doesn’t lose his title opportunity. It is for this reason and this reason only, that we can dismiss Spike’s rant as bullshit.”

Spike nods at these words, eventhough Smarky Smark basically questioned his intelligence. Hey, a guy does anything for a shot at the big time.

“And the contract Spike is holding? That’s real. I gave it to him soon after his match on MND last week. There is a good explanation. You see, some of the people here may have a good enough memory to remember my first speech after replacing Jake Diamond as the GM of Decimation. I said I would scout the field of talent we have on offer, and I would hand pick my next Ryan Hughes, my next Nick Carson. Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome my newest acquisition…… SPIKE FLYNN!”

The fans start to boo seeing as Smarky just aligned himself with this arrogant S.O.B. He dismisses their jeers and raises Spikes arm in to the air.

“This man epitomizes LDWA. He never quits, and he never takes no for an answer. And this is why he will be in the Rampage title match. But I am a fair man. Cobrita, you decide his opponent. Anyone on the roster. Who will it be?”

He raises an eyebrow at the self proclaimed “Black Superman” and awaits his response.

TBC Cobrita

[Cobrita]

Spike Flynn
The Outlaw
Smarky Smark
Cobrita
John Archer
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What a load of shit... A deals a deal. If Kane had of lost he wouldn't have bitched for a second. He would have turned around and left, he knew the circumstances going into the match. Wether it was on piece of paper or not, this was a deal between two superstars, bringing up this legal crap is bullshit. And I tell you what... This Flynn is pure scum, He's come crying to an authority figure and I can't believe Smark has aligned with him. Makes me sick...

For some reason... It makes me hungry...

The crowd boo and jeer at the two mid ring, Spike's unpopularity now rubbing off on Smarky Smark. Cobrita stands on the stage, dumbfounded he looks on. The Hardcore Hero still manages to harbor a grin despite his, dissapointment and anger. He shakes his head and raises the mic to his lips defeated. Smarky Smark grinning profusely with his new bum buddy Flynn standing next to him.

What the fuck... You know what, I could mention a lot of things... I could use a lot of things to fuck your entire plan up Smark. I could use the face that this Rampage Championship match, is the Main Event, and I could mention that you dont have a fuck all say in the Main Event. But I won't... I could mention the fact that LDWA's legal time are paid to write contracts for these wagers mid fucking show, with every superstar using their words as a signature. But I wont...

I'm so fucking disappointed, that I'm not going to use that against you. God knows how much I'd like to shove that contract up your ass Smark, but I'll leave this be...

Cobrita grins smiles a defeated smile defeated smile once again before signlling to the curtin, a young tech assistant coming out and approaching Cobrita. The Master Of Disaster takes another look at the new title before handing it over to the techy who immediately moves out of sight back behind the curtain. Cobrita turns his attention back to mid ring. Looking both men up and down, in his eyes both are traitors to the business. He raises his mic to mouth height once again and begins to speak.

While I'm not going to do anything previously mentioned, I am going to make you work for that title shot Flynn. For no one will ever win that Rampage title without being the greatest the Rampage division has to offer at the time, and sorry to say Spike. Even with Smarky Smarks tongue on your asshole... You ain't even fucking close... And in saying this. Your either gonna prove your the best, or your going to be beaten by someone better along the way. That's why tonight on Thursday Night Thunder, you will have two matches. One being the first ever tag match since the rebirth of LDWA, and the second being a suspended briefcase ladder match. Inside that briefcase will be the very same contract you hve in your hand. Win... and you walk right into Hang 'Em High's Main Event for the Rampage Championship. If you lose this ladder match, you'll be watching from the sidelines as the one who beats you fights for the gold.

Spike Flynn looks disgruntled, speaking unheard curses towards Cobrita while Smarky Smark nods a bit. He had plans for Spike to walk into a title match, but he knows this is pretty much the best he can get. The Smarkster leans over and whispers a few things in Spike's ear.

TBC