SJL METAL 9/2/03

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SJL Metal, September 2nd, 2003

Venue: The Gund Arena, Cleveland, Ohio

 

Show Me You're Alive, Please

"Suicidal" Jay Freeman vs J.T. Playa vs Jay Morrison

I don't quite recall the last time I saw any activity from any of these guys. Time to show you live, or get dropped from the roster.

Rules: Triple threat. First pin wins.

 

Danny Conklin vs Dominic Korgath

Both losers on Crimson. Looking to turn the losing trend around here.

Rules: Standard singles match.

 

Brian Kingsmen vs Craig McLennan

Kingsman takes a big step up in his second match, as McLennan's no-showing antics have him dropped down to near welcome wagon duties.

Rules: Standard singles match.

 

English Dragon vs ???

The English One returns from his WF tourney stint, which unfortunately did not last long. His next challange is a mysterious one... (???, PM your stats to Dragon ASAP)

Rules: Standard singles match.

 

MAIN EVENT

WORLD TITLE MATCH

Viktor Tarakanov vs Tryst

Victorious over Craig McLennan on Crimson, the Sherwood Fable gets his second crack at Tarakanov for the world title. Although Viktor is still in the SWF Genesis tournament, call it... intuition he'll be avaliable for this one.

Rules: Standard singles match.

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[Camera pan across the sold out Gund Arena as fireworks flash across the entrance way. The camera cuts to the announcer’s desk where Annie, Ejiro and William are ready to address the audience.]

 

Annie: Welcome SJL fans to another night of hard-hitting action that you won’t find anywhere in the world today, and what a contest we have to start.

 

Judge: That’s right we didn’t just want to start metal with two of the finest rookies the SJL has to offer, but three! Count that, three of the best youngster the grap game has to offer in a triple threat match.

 

Ejiro: No Shane Douglas here folks! Just pure bedlam! Freeman, Morrison, and Playa. Should be great.

 

[Camera cuts to the ring where Funyon is ready with his introductions. The fans break out with a Funyon chant, knowing he signifies the start of wrestling. He smiles and places the microphone to his lips.]

 

Funyon: Much appreciated! Ladies and gentlemen, this opening bout is scheduled for one fall, with a fifthteen minute time limit and is a triple threat match!

 

[Crowd pops for announcement]

 

Funyon: Introducing the first participant…

 

[The lighting in the arena dimmers as the sound truck starts up Pantera’s “Mouth For War”, from the side of the entrance as few fireworks go off, as a red spotlight flashes in the entrance way. Out of the back steps Jay Freeman to the jeers of the crowd, as Funyon continues his introduction as Jay walks towards the ring.]

 

Funyon: He enters this contest at a height of six feet and one inch, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds. Hailing from New Orleans, Louisiana…Suicidal Jay Freeman!

 

[by the time Funyon has finished speaking Jay has reached the side of the ring, he tilts his head and scans the crowd before rolling under the ropes and crawling on all fours to the middle of the ring. Once in the ring Jay Freeman goes on one knee and stares at the mat for several seconds before jumping up to his feet and screaming in rage. Jay walks slowly to one of the turnbuckles, where he turns around and squats facing the center of the ring, ready for Morrison and Playa.]

 

Judge: Quite a bit of angst he’s suffering from.

 

Annie: Yeah but you can’t deny his in ring ability. Freeman’s looked impressive recently, although his attitude leaves a lot to be desired.

 

Ejiro: But you can blame his parents for his name. We’ve got to call a match with two Jay’s in it, and they look fairly similar too.

 

[As Freeman’s music fades, the opening intro to Deadly Avenger ‘We Took Pelham’ the familiar music of Jay Morrison is played over the sound system.]

 

Ejiro: Speaking of which…

 

[blue lights flicker around the vast arena, as the crowd get ready to shout their abuse to the spoilt rich kid.]

 

Funyon: His opponent…

 

[The lighting effect stop flickering once the trumpets on the song begin. The crowd buzzes until the cacophony of instruments finally play which usually signals the entrance of Jay Morrison. Jay walks out from the back in his trademark gold robe with diamond encrypted into it, as the fans strike up the old favourite ‘asshole’ chant.]

 

Funyon: He enters this contest at a height of six feet one inches tall, weighing in a two hundred and forty pounds. He hails from London, England…Jay Morrison!

 

[Jay looks up at the crowd and raises his arms in the air. Jay calmly walks down the aisle as the crowd chant changes to a tasteful ‘F**k You Jay’ chant. He reaches the ring apron when the violins are playing rapidly. Jay slowly scales the top rope and holds his arms out mockingly to deafening jeers of the crowd.]

 

Annie: He’s not too popular is he?

 

Ejiro: They could be for Freeman?

 

Annie: True both men seem to have a PHD in being an asshole.

 

Judge: Morrison’s looks in good shape for someone who’s been on a poor run of form.

 

Ejiro: He’ll bounce back…he’s my boy!

 

Annie: Speaking of boy’s, my favourite homeboy’s next.

 

Judge: You know that could be taken out of context.

 

[The two Jay’s banter with the hostile crowd for a little while, but that’s interrupted by the funky tunes of J.T Playa and his theme song ‘Brain Busta’]

 

Judge: Are you getting funky like a monkey Ejiro?

 

Ejiro: Oh fo’ sho!

 

Funyon: Their opponent…

 

[immediately after Funyon’s words out struts J.T Playa from the back, who’s not alone, as accompanying him to the ring are many fine women of Cleveland strip joints and red light districts.]

 

Annie: My god, some many hot, easy, loose ladies…I think I’m gonna…

 

Judge: No!

 

Funyon: He enters the contest at a height of six feet tall, weighing in at two hundred and twenty seven pounds. He hails from Harlem, New York…J.T Playa!

 

[J.T. winks after his name is called as the fans blow the roof of the arena for J.T and especially the ladies. Playa acknowledging them by waiving and slapping the ladies booty. Playa steps into the ring with the fine beautiful women, as they strip J.T Playa off of his entrance attire. As his music fades he ask for Funyon to escort the ladies out of the ring. Funyon smiles and mugs it for the camera as the ladies swarms him, they exit the ring leaving the combatants ready for action.]

 

Annie: Why can’t Funyon come pay us a visit? Ladies!

 

Ejiro: I’d never thought I’d say this but I agree with you Annie.

 

Judge: Hate to spoil the poon fest but the match is about to get under way.

 

Annie: Sorry Judge. It should be a great clash, with Playa and Morrison good all round ring generals, whereas Freeman aerial assault style could be the deciding factor.

 

Ejiro: Playa has the crowd advantage and listens to those horny males! Freeman has the high impact approach advantage, and Morrison is quite frankly a bastard!

 

Judge: You don’t sugar coat it do you.

 

[Playa starts off first, showing a gesture of good sportsmanship to the other two in the match with outstretched hands. Freeman merely shakes his head and smirks as he heads back to his corner to the jeers of the crowd. Playa turns to Morrison with an extended hand, Morrison pulls his right hand from behind his back and actually shakes it, but immediately points to the referee pointing to the hand of Playa.]

 

Annie: What’s he up to now?

 

[The is a silence as the referee looks puzzled, he turns Playa who is holding a pair of brass knuckles in his hand screaming abuse at Morrison. The referee takes them off Playa and has a few words with him in the corner as Morrison smirks.]

 

Annie: The slippery devil palmed him the knux to wind him up and get him disqualified.

 

Ejiro: Now that’s thinking outside the lines.

 

[Morrison shrugs and turns away from Playa as he stretches his back across the top ropes before the action begins. Tired of stalling with a restless crowd giving him hell Freeman attacks Morrison first, taking him over with a Japanese armdrag. J.T Playa moves out from the corner and is on the receiving end of another Freeman armdrag, popping up in front of Morrison. Morrison now on his feet turns to J.T and lays him out with a lariat, Jay Morrison ducks underneath a spinning heel kick from Freeman, and returns the offence with a flying shoulder tackle that sends Freeman to the canvas. Morrison runs of the ropes and bounces back hopping over the grounded Freeman, but J.T Playa catches Morrison with a side slam, which pleases the sell out crowd.]

 

Annie: J.T caught him right out of the air!

 

Judge: I’m having trouble keeping it up. An explosive crowd and fast and furious action.

 

Ejiro: My god Judge, you’ve become a WWE announcer. A complete shill!

 

Judge: What?

 

Ejiro: Fast and furious!

 

Annie: Will you two stop it? Freeman’s back on his feet and looks ready to pounce.

 

[Freeman takes control of the situation and Irish whips J.T into the ropes. J.T comes back off the ropes and is caught him with a standing drop kick, Freeman pounces on J.T and drops an elbow, springing to his feet right after. He sprints to the nearest corner and springs off of the middle rope, hitting the top with a springboard, and moonsaults onto J.T's stomach with smooth Asai Moonsault! Freeman elects not to go for the cover as he drags the limp body of J.T to his feet and tosses him into the turnbuckle, showering right hands and stiff kicks onto his face and chest to the hatred of the crowd. J.T collapses in the corner in a seated position from the assault as, Morrison who has gotten back to his feet and was biding his time, attacks Freeman from behind, spinning him around and drilling his in the face with a hard forearm. He pushes Freeman into the ropes and drapes his arm over the ropes, delivering a stiff knife edge chop to his chest]

 

Crowd: Whooo!

 

Judge: Whooo!

 

[Morrison smacks Freeman’s now beetroot chest again.]

 

Crowd: Whooo!

 

Judge: Whooo!

 

Ejiro: Flair would be jealous of those bad boys!

 

[He winds up for another chop, but Freeman knocks him back with a kick to his stomach. He launches forwards, wrapping him around in a sleeper hold. Morrison is quick to reverse and counters it into a sleeper of his own tugging his down into a headlock, to add pressure. The referee checks Morrison’s arm to make sure it isn’t a choke as the crowd chant for ‘J.T.’. Morrison smirks again at the crowd when out of nowhere, J.T drills him in the side of his head with a boot. He brings Morrison back up and yanks him into a front chancery, he hooks Morrison’s arm over his shoulder then uses all his strength in hauling him up in the air and over with a suplex.]

 

Ejiro: I don’t like the look of this.

 

Annie: What’s the matter, your golden boy in trouble?

 

Ejiro: Shut up woman!

 

[J.T grabs Morrison up to his feet again, he hoists him up and whips him back down with another suplex. J.T attempts a third suplex but notices Freeman getting to his feet, he moves fast in places his head under Freeman’s jaw and dropping to the mat, to keep him down with a jaw breaker. J.T return to Morrison but instead places him in a front head scissors and hooks both his arms, as the crowd rise to their feet clapping on Playa]

 

Judge: What’s he doing now?

 

Annie: I don’t know but that jawbreaker has kept Freeman from stopping him.

 

[J.T elevates Morrison in the air for a double underhook suplex but instead releases one of Jay arm and lifts his knee so Morrison falls forward, back crushing on J.T’s knee.]

 

Annie: A fabulous combination of suplexes leading to the double underhook backbreaker by J.T Playa! The crowd is really getting into this one, realising this could be an opportunity for an upset

.

Ejiro: Upset. The only thing upset will be the fan’s once one of the Jay’s defeat this hoodlum.

 

Judge: I too concur. Freeman and Morrison are too strong for Playa and will prevail.

 

Annie: I wouldn’t be so sure, just look.

 

[J.T looks at the prone body of Morrison on the mat sucking wind and attempts the pin.]

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THR…

 

NO! BROKEN UP!

 

[it was stopped at the count of two by a running low dropkick to his head of Playa courtesy of Freeman.]

 

Judge: Close but no cigar Playa.

 

Annie: He’s not out yet.

 

Ejiro: All in good time!

 

[Freeman grabs J.T by the neck and pulls him off of Morrison. He then whips him into the ropes, as J.T comes back, Freeman hooks his legs around the head of J.T and bring him to the mat with flying head scissors. J.T rolls forward to his feet but is immediately met by a charging Freeman who spins his body around and strikes J.T’s jaw with a elbow, that send him to the mat. Freeman happy with the damage the spinning back elbow did sits arrogantly on the chest of J.T for the cover.]

 

Judge: He’s going win in style!

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THR…

 

REVERSED!

 

[Freeman only gets a two before J.T rolls forward, pinning Freeman with a sunset roll up.]

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

REVERSED!

 

[Freeman keeps rolling backwards, hooking J.T's legs for a double-leg pin, but using Freeman's momentum, J.T rolls backwards, pulling Freeman over into a rolling huricanrana pin. However, Freeman keeps going, shoving J.T off of his and through the middle ropes to the outside where J.T head and shoulders hit the floor hard. Freeman checks down at J.T ready to attack when…]

 

Ejiro: He forgot about the king of the bling!

 

[Freeman turns around ready to run of the ropes, perhaps for a suicide dive, when he is sent to the outside by a Morrison superkick, which rocked Freeman over the top rope to the outside floor. Morrison holds onto the ropes with both hands signalling for a plancha, which send the crowd berserk, but he once again messes about with them shaking his head and posing to J.T’s ladies.]

 

Ejiro: One of the most promising athletes this company has is that man right there. He's shown such great potential every time he’s in the ring.

 

Annie: Has he now, Ejiro? Does he shine your "shoes" for the compliments, too? Pull your tongue out of his asshole and wake up, he’s inconsistent and quite frankly should be finishing the match off, but instead poses to women that quite frankly would rather be with me.

 

Judge: Jeez calm down Annie, the viewer don’t want to hear your PMT.

 

Ejiro: Anyway the J-Bomb is already on the outside waiting to attack Ms. Wishes-she-knows-it-all!

 

[Morrison calmly walks to where the carnage is. He drops a knee on the injured Freeman to keep him down, while he attempts to wrap things up. Morrison grabs J.T Playa by his hair and rolls J.T into the ring. Morrison rolls in after him and immediately hooks him around his waist from behind. Morrison lifts J.T in the air from the waistlock and tosses backwards with a German suplex that spikes the shoulder and neck of J.T to the mat. Morrison doesn’t finish there as he pulls him up again from the floor in a waistlock for another German suplex, but instead spins J.T around and hooks his head under J.T’s arm. Before J.T can counter with a DDT, Morrison snaps back with a Northern Lights Suplex, bridging for the pinfall.]

 

Judge: Turn about is fair play, as they say. Morrison's just getting him back for that combination from earlier.

 

Annie: He may get the pin here.

 

Ejiro: Yes!

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THR…

 

E…

 

KICKOUT!

 

Ejiro: Dammit!

 

[slightly frustrated, Morrison brings J.T into a standing head scissors, preparing to lift him up for a powerbomb. As he hooks the waist he looks up to the volatile crowd just before picking J.T off of his feet and finds two feet right in his face as Jay Freeman slams into him with a missile dropkick!]

 

Ejiro: Where did he come from?

 

Annie: Your nightmare.

 

Ejiro: I like Freeman, I just prefer Morrison.

 

Annie: Touché

 

[Morrison hits the mat hard, nearly rolling up on the back of his neck. Freeman leaps down to make the pin on Morrison, but J.T pulls him off by the legs. He wraps them together and turns him over onto his stomach with a Texas Cloverleaf.]

 

Judge: Texas Cloverleaf. He could get him here.

 

Ejiro: Fight it Freeman! Morrison get up!

 

Annie: Freeman took out Morrison, so there's not much chance of him helping his out of this jam.

 

Ejiro: NO!

 

[Freeman tries to struggle towards the ropes, but J.T holds it locked in place. The crowd are a fever pitch as Freeman screams in agony, while Morrison looks in no shape to help. Freeman reaches for the ropes with his outstretched hands as the referee is in place in case of a submission, he barely touching the bottom with the tip of his fingers as the ‘J.T’ chants start up. He almost grabs on, but J.T pulls away, bringing both of them to the centre of the ring where Freeman is trapped.]

 

Judge: I don't know how much longer he can hold out for. This is looking pretty tight. He's having trouble hanging on now... his hand is up. He's going to tap... he's going to tap out to J.T Playa!

 

Annie: Hear that Ejiro?

 

Ejiro: Shut up!

 

Annie: Well see it!

 

[Freeman hand starts to fall possible for a tap out, when out of nowhere, Jay Morrison stumbles in, and breaks the hold with a yakuza kick to the jaw of J.T Playa. Instead of going for the pin he moves behind Playa and hooks his upper left arm behind his back, putting pressure on J.T’s shoulder and crossfaces the head of Playa while dropping to the mat.]

 

Ejiro: Sideliner! Take that woman!

Judge: he has it looked in good too. The crowd are chant furiously for J.T Playa to hold on but looks at the position of his shoulder and look on his face.

 

Annie: It doesn’t look good but I have faith in him.

 

Ejiro: Because that’s what wins matches, your faith Annie! He’s gonna tap any moment.

 

Annie: Are you sure?

 

[in a repeat of what happened earlier, Freeman gets to his feet limping and breaks it up, clasping Morrison around the head a bulldogging it to the mat his head smacking hard from the force of it. Morrison struggles to his feet, he checks his nose and finds that Freeman busted him open. Meanwhile Freeman has slowly ascended the top rope still holding his injured leg in pain waiting for Morrison to face him.]

 

Annie: Freeman waiting to strike with his Suicide Plunge.

 

Judge: The crowd is begging Playa to recover, as they know if Freeman hits this, it’s over.

 

[Morrison turns to face Freeman as Playa starts to rise from the mat. Freeman leaps off the top rope towards Morrison, he spins in mid air on his side with his leg extended to strike him down with the Suicide Plunge, but at the eleventh hour Morrison ducks and a rising J.T Playa is completely wiped out from the full impact of the Suicide Plunge.]

 

 

Judge: He missed Morrison and hit Playa.

 

Ejiro: Oh what a shame, Playa’s out.

 

 

Annie: Yes he is Ejiro and with him out of the frame can your boy Morrison capitalise?

 

[A groggy Morrison turns to see J.T Playa spread-eagled on the floor and Freeman gaining his senses on his knees. He smiles at his good fortune and move to attack, he hooks the arms of Freeman behind his back with a double chicken wing. Morrison lifts him off his knees and sends him over his head for a Tiger suplex. Freeman hits the mat hard on his back on the other side of the ring. Morrison turns his attention to the unconscious Playa and grabs his arm.]

 

Annie: What is he doing now?

 

Ejiro: Turning the lights out, because the party is over!

 

[Morrison drags the limp, lifeless body of J.T across the ring into the middle. J.T is ripe for the picking and isn’t moving as Morrison drops an elbow to make sure of the damage. Noticing the disapproving crowd reaction he cups his left ear towards the fans nearest the main camera before scaling the top rope.]

 

Annie: I wouldn’t want to be J.T Playa right now

 

Judge: I would before the match!

 

Ejiro: I wouldn’t because he sucks.

 

[Morrison reaches the top rope and smiles to the rabid Ohio fans. He leaps in the air towards the carcass of J.T Playa and drives his knee onto the head of Playa. Seeing Freeman starting to recover from the earlier Tiger suplex, Jay makes the cover.]

 

Ejiro: He’s gonna get him!

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THR….

 

Annie: Freeman’s rising.

 

E…

 

Judge: He’s spotted the pinfall!

 

E….

 

Annie: He breaks it!

 

!

 

Ejiro: No he doesn’t!

 

[DING! DING! DING!]

 

[Freeman is a spilt second to late as he breaks the count the spilt second the referee’s hand hit the mat for the three count.]

 

Annie: Nuts. Unfortunately Playa was out of it after the Suicide Plunge

 

Judge: Looks as though J.T Playa and Jay Freeman may have to start again.

 

Ejiro: Quiet! Funyon’s gonna tell it like it is.

 

[‘We Took Pelham strikes up in the Gund Arena as Funyon takes the microphone.]

 

Funyon: The winner by pinfall

 

[Jay Morrison screams at the referee the hold his hand in the air while standing over his fallen opponents]

 

Funyon: JAY MORRISON!

 

[Jay holds his arm in the air and jaws with the angry crowd who are disappointed with the outcome.]

 

Ejiro: So close, but so, so, far. I love it.

 

Annie: You mark.

Ejiro: What Jay deserves a standing ovation for his performance.

 

Judge: Will it lead to a title shot?

 

Annie: Yeah Ejiro he needs a chance to choke again!

 

Ejiro: Always pissing on his fire aren’t you.

 

Annie: Well it you want piss, go watch Spike TV’s wrestling, but it you want fire stay tuned after the break for even more hot action.

 

[Camera cuts to commercial with Jay STILL celebrating in the ring over the body over J.T. Playa.]

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Judge: “Welcome back to the Gund Arena! Once again, the name's Judge Mental and THIS IS SJL METAL!”

 

Annie: "We're still waiting to hear news about the European Champion English Dragon's mystery challenger tonight!"

 

Ejiro: "That's right, Dragon put up a good fight in the SWF Genesis tournament, but despite his above-average skills, was defeated in the first round."

 

Annie: "Speaking of being defeated in the first round..."

 

Judge: "Hush, woman."

 

Ejiro: "And up next, two men we saw over a week ago on Wrath clash face each other again, in what must be the craziest booking concept since Crowe and Va'aiga!"

 

Annie: "But not exactly a bad thing, considering where those two are now."

 

Judge: "We'll just have to see if that drunken Irish punk gets his due this time around."

 

"ON THE LEFT!"

 

The booming beats of Zack de la Rocha’s “March of Death” blasts from the sound system as the crowd begins to boo loudly, almost on demand. After several moments have passed, the massive form of Dominic Korgath emerges from behind the curtain. The big man adjusts his demon mask and walks down the ramp, raising his iron staff up in pure defiance.

 

Funyon: "This following match is scheduled for one fall! Now making his way to the ring, the "Big Demon" DOMINIC KOOOOORRRRRGATH!!!!!"

 

Korgath takes his time to ascend the steel steps before climbing over the top rope and awaiting his competitor.

 

"Danny Boy" begins to play over the speakers and the crowd erupts with glee as the Irish hero Danny Conklin, accompanied by his girlfriend and valet Janet Quinn.

 

Annie: "I wonder if she remembers our last time..."

 

Ejiro: "Probably not, since it apparently only exists within your mind."

 

Funyon: "And the opponent, hailing from Dublin, Ireland and weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds, DANNNNNYYYYY CONNNNNKKKLIIIIN!"

 

Danny walks out with both arms raised high into the air as the crowd starts up a strong “CAR BOMB! CAR BOMB!” chant. Janet follows behind him, giving out plastic clovers to the pre-teen fans standing at ringside. Danny slides into the ring as Janet finishes handing out the clovers, taking position at ringside to cheer on her man. Danny climbs onto the second turnbuckle and looks over the large capacity crowd before pressing the palm of his hand against his mouth and blowing a big kiss.

 

Ced Ordonez gives the signal and the ring keeper rings the bell, signaling the start of the match.

 

The Big Demon wastes no time as he immediately charges towards Conklin in a fury. Danny manages to sidestep out of the way but Korgath stops just before he reached the turnbuckle. Turning round, he swings out a huge backhand, in an attempt to catch Danny in the face, but the blow is mistimed. Danny barely needs to duck, before leaping up onto the shoulders of Korgath and pounding on the bigger man's head with blow after blow. The crowd knows what to do and starts chanting along.

 

1!

 

2!

 

3!

 

But that's as far as the Dublin native goes, as Korgath slams the Irishman to the ground with a modified spinebuster. Conklin seems unfazed by the attack and gets up, trying to take the big man down with a lightning dropkick.

 

Judge: "You've gotta hand it to the kid, great effort and perseverance there."

 

Ejiro: "He's simply trying his best before his ultimate defeat."

 

Dominic Korgath staggers back, somewhat stunned by the kick, but quickly recovers in time to prevent Danny from continuing the offense. The big man sends Danny running towards the ropes and prepares for a huge clothesline. Anticipating this, however, Danny grabs a hold of the ropes, though the momentum of his body causes the ropes to shake violently. Korgath comes towards his opponent, but the quick Irishman ducks to the outside of the ring. The Big Demon tries to reach his opponent from within the ring, but this is exactly what Danny was hoping for. Catching hold of the bigger man's head, Danny leaps into the air, and drives a spinning kick into the back of the head! The impact causes Korgath to bounce against the ropes, the reaction sending the big man hurtling back onto the canvas. The crowd cheers its approval as Danny executes a perfect standing moonsault press. Referee Ced Ordonez dives down to the mat, making the count.

 

1…

 

 

 

Ejiro: “No chance there, Korgath won't stay down so easily.”

 

Korgath takes the opportunity to lay in some damage as he starts pounding on the chest of Danny Conklin. The blows come fast and furious, and soon Conklin is feeling the pressure. The Irishman drops back to the ropes in the hope of escaping the attack, but Korgath is relentless. The Big Demon whips Danny into the ropes like a rag doll, and knocks the air out of Conklin with a MASSIVE back body drop. Danny Conklin clutches his back in pain as the crowd boos their hate for the masked competitor. Korgath continues to stomp away at Conklin's back, showing no mercy towards the man whom he has never beaten.

 

Ejiro: "We've seen that mean streak show every now and then. Dominic Korgath has always been one tough bastard, though it's been proven that he can be defeated."

 

Annie: "Let's not forget that Danny has been instrumental in convincingly taking down that man. I tell you, if Korgath brought a woman out with him, his chances would be better."

 

Judge: "I don't see YOU having much luck either."

 

Ced Ordonez tries to prevent Korgath from plowing into the injured back of Danny Conklin, but to no avail. After a while, however, the stomping does stop, much to the crowd's relief. Janet rushes to get as close as possible to her man, only to see his face contort in pain as Korgath drives a HUGE elbow into the very source of Danny's agony.

 

Korgath flips his opponent around and hooks the leg for the cover.

 

1…

 

 

2…

 

 

Ejiro: "Come on, Danny. Admit defeat and you might yet live another day!"

 

No! Conklin easily kicks out of the pin attempt. The Big Demon picks up Conklin and steadies the hurting Irishman, only to slam Danny down again with a powerful belly-to-belly suplex. The Big Demon goes for the cover again.

 

1…

 

 

2…

 

But Conklin once again kicks out!

 

Judge: "Conklin knows he's beaten Korgath before, so he's not going to give up now!"

 

Ejiro: "Well, then, we don't need to go too far back to remember that Danny is way out of his league. Remember how Dominic crushed those two losers?"

 

Annie: "But Danny has always come out tops when these two men meet!"

 

Ejiro: "Cleverly manipulated statistics. That's all it really is."

 

Dominic lifts up Conklin again and delivers a series of hard right hands that send Conklin staggering backwards. The Big Demon kicks Danny hard in the mid-section, forcing Danny to clutch his chest. Korgath then grabs the Irishman's head a plants Conklin with a DDT that is heard all through the arena.

 

Again, Korgath goes for the cover, and again Danny refuses to give.

 

Judge: "What's it going to take to keep that nutcase down!"

 

Annie: "I wish I knew. Then I could have Janet ALL to myself!"

 

Ejiro: "WhatEVER, Annie."

 

Korgath delivers a few stomps before stopping and picking up his downed opponent like a feather. Korgath lifts Conklin up above his head, in a show of his immense strength. Conklin struggles frantically to escape, but Korgath simply throws the helpless Irishman over the top rope onto the steel steps! Conklin's body writhes in incomprehensible pain, the Irishman clutching his back, face contorted in a mask of extreme hurt.

 

The crowd screams "HOLY SHIT!"

 

Danny tries hard to maintain conciousness, but the man is fighting a losing battle.

 

Judge: "Holy shit!"

 

Ejiro: "About time."

 

Ced Ordonez rushes out to check on the fallen man, as Janet's mournful cry can be heard even over the crowd's roar.

 

The ref is forced to begin the count.

 

 

1…

 

 

 

 

2…

 

 

 

3...

 

Ejiro: "Conklin's not moving! This is my lucky day!"

 

 

4...

 

 

5...

 

Annie: "You don't think..."

 

 

6...

 

 

 

 

7...

 

 

Judge: "Someone get the medics!"

 

 

8...

 

 

Ejiro: "I always said alcohol was going to kill him sooner or later."

 

 

 

9...

 

 

 

 

10!

 

*DING DING DING*

 

Funyon: Ladies and Gentleman, the winner of this match by countout, DOMINIC KOOOOORRRRGAAATH!!!!

 

Korgath silently raises his arms in victory, but the camera and the audience is more worried about the fallen Irish superstar.

 

Ejiro: "He did it! The Big Demon did it!"

 

Judge: "But at what cost? At what cost?"

 

Ejiro: "Danny Conklin's out cold! Janet's gone to check on her boyfriend! She's sobbing uncontrollably!"

 

Annie: "That's my cue."

 

The cameras continue to focus on the lifeless body of Conklin as the scene fades for commercials.

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As the television screen slowly fades in from pure black into a outside view of the Gund Arena in Cleveland, Ohio, the sounds of the Cleveland fans are already being heard. A giant electronic billboard outside flashes the always enticing message: "SJL METAL! SOLD OUT!", all while Judge Mental's booming voice echoes in the background to continue his duties.

 

"(Judge) Welcome back to Metal as we're just moments away from seeing Brian Kingsmen take on Craig McLennan. Both of these young men are not the most likable in the league right now, but they seem to get the job done."

 

"(Ejiro) They get the job done because they don't give into the pressure that is the fans! I like these guys, they know what it takes to get to the top."

"(Annie) Well, I'll give them props for knowing how to get the job done, but their methods of reaching their goal is nothing but despicable."

 

"(Ejiro) Nothing is despicable if you get the win! That's all that matters!"

 

"(Annie) What about morals?"

 

"(Ejiro) What the **** are morals?"

 

"(Annie) You know, beliefs."

 

"(Ejiro) Well they believe they can win. That's good enough for me!"

 

"(Judge) Well Funyon is ready in the middle with Eddy Long as the official for this matchup. Let's get to the center of the ring and wait for this matchup to come underway!"

 

The camera circles the arena, delivering shots of the jam-packed Gund Arena, full of fans holding up countless signs cheering for their favorite stars. They're up on their feet, and they're ready as Funyon brings the mic up to his lips, and with his clear, deep voice-

 

"(Funyon) Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall........ "

 

The speakers begin to blast out "The Gauntlet". As the beat continues to intensify, the spotlights all center in at the top of the entrance ramp, where Brian Kingsmen emerges from the back, already a name to the crowds as they greet him with a massive ovation of boos. Brian seemingly grows more excited from the jeers, already jumping up and down, flipping the middle finger while shouting obscene words at the nearest fans. He smirks before racing down the ramp and sliding into the ring.

 

"(Funyon) .... Introducing first, from parts unknown, weighing in at 180 pounds..... BRIAN! KIIIIIIIINNNNNGGGGSSSSMMMMEEEENNNN!!!!!!!!!"

 

"(Judge) We saw Brian Kingsmen take out the more likable JT Playa last show with a very blatant act of cheating!"

 

"(Ejiro) He was just doing what it took to win. There's nothing wrong."

 

"(Annie) I'd like to see you say that after he kicks you in the nuts."

 

"(Ejiro) Well, we both know that will never happen because first of all, I'll be doing the kicking, and second of all, who's to say he even gets a chance to kick at me!"

 

"(Annie) I see it happening in the future."

 

"(Ejiro) Just like when you saw every one of your friends throwing you a surprise party? And then when you went in, there was nobody?"

 

"(Annie) **** you."

 

"(Ejiro) Yeah, I thought so."

 

Brian continues to hop around in the middle of the ring, loosening up his medium built body as Craig McLennan comes out to the song "Rose of Pain" by X-Japan. McLennan emerges from the gorilla position, and just like his opponent, is greeted with a long ovation of boos.

 

"(Judge) Wow, the crowds seem to hate both these guys!"

 

"(Ejiro) Well it's about time. We're going to see an actual wrestling match where the crowds don't play a part. Good to hear them quiet down."

 

"(Annie) They're not quieting down- look at that guy! He's mooning you!"

 

"(Ejiro) WHA-"

 

"(Annie) SIKE!"

 

Craig walks to the ring, eyes locked with those of Brian's. McLennan doesn't show any sign of backing down as he hops up on to the apron and orders the referee to restrain Kingsmen.

 

"(Funyon) And his opponent, from Duncan, British Columbia, Canada, he weighs in at 205 pounds.... Craig...... McLEEEEEEENNNNANNNNNNN!!!!!"

 

The Cleveland crowd responds with another set of boos, this one louder than those that preceded it. McLennan climbs to the top apron... but just as he sets himself on the top, Kingsmen pushes the referee away and races towards his opponent! Kingsmen climbs up to the top rope in a hurry, arms playing no part in ascending. In one swift motion, Kingsmen circles his arms around McLennan's waist and the two go dropping back, with McLennan being the victim as Brian drives him into the canvas with a german suplex off the top rope!!!

 

***Ding ding ding!!!***

 

"(Judge) Top rope german suplex already! Brian wastes no time in setting punishment!"

 

"(Ejiro) That's the spirit!"

 

"(Annie) I just realized that I would look good humping Britney Spears."

 

"(Ejiro) Anyone would look good."

 

Both men rise to their feets, still plentiful in energy as they collide at the center, coming together into a lockup. Nobody seems to gain an advantage, and seeing that, Kingsmen quickly breaks free, and delivers a dropkick to Craig's knees, staggering the Canadian to his knees. And with the blink of an eye, Brian is back up again, taking advantage of his downed opponent as he swings a hard right and connects! Brian delivers another hard right hand, and another, and then another, his punches blinding quick to connect. With McLennan dazed, Brian grabs his opponent's wrist and hurls him to the ropes. Craig rebounds, and in one swift motion, Brian hooks his arm around Craig's and brings the Canadian down in an armdrag!! The impact sends Craig back up, and Brian loves every minute of it as he brings McLennan down with yet another armdrag! This time, Brian quickly hooks his arm around Craig's neck, closing the gap of space between them as he applies the common yet effective sleeper hold. Eddy Long moves into position, watching and waiting to see if he should start the count to break the hold.

 

"(Judge) Brian Kingsmen using a very effective approach early on, snapping on submission holds like it was nothing. He's making sure Craig McLennan stays on the defense."

 

"(Annie) Even I'm impressed with that strategy."

 

"(Ejiro) Scary, I agree with Annie."

 

Eddy Long asks for submission, but Craig refuses, shaking his head rapidly as he tries to bring his knees under him. He succeeds, and slowly, the two fighters begin to rise almost magically. Craig tries to break free of the hold to no avail. His mind speeds, and his right arm drives itself into Brian's body! Brian's grip loosens, and Craig immediately drives another elbow into Kingsmen's gut, phasing the high flyer indefinetly, but for how long, nobody knows! Sensing the opportunity, Craig delivers a right hand, and another before racing and rebounding off the ropes. He rushes in at full speed, but Kingsmen reads the attack perfectly, timing his counter just in time as he allows Craig to race right into a high superkick!! The crowds are in awe as Brian drops down to the canvas and hooks McLennan's leg for the cover-

 

ONE!!!

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

T- and a kickout! Brian, unlike most wrestlers, doesn't argue, and he quickly brings Craig back into a sitting position. With that done, Brian applies another sleeper, this time with Brian in standing position and reaching down to apply it. This time, it's only known as the Dragon Sleeper.

 

"(Judge) Brian Kingsmen making sure he stays on top and stays on top long. I mean, wow, after that superkick, he wasted no time to apply the Dragon Sleeper!"

 

"(Ejiro) The marks of a true fighter."

 

"(Annie) Or a guy who has no fun in life."

 

"(Judge) The fans have gone absolutely quiet. I mean, even I must admit this is a boring match!"

 

"(Ejiro) Boring, yes. Effective, definetly."

 

Brian continues to apply the Dragon Sleeper, always increasing pressure with his arms while also pushing his knee against Craig's spine, thus creating a very unbearable position for Craig to stay in. Craig continues to grimace, his expressions showing the intense pain he's going through. He tries to break free, but the hold is too strong. Craig never gives in, and with his left leg, extends it far enough to place it on the bottom rope! The official Eddy Long is forced to break the hold. Kingsmen releases it and quickly drags Craig back up, and with one swift hand, staggers him into the corner before racing in and driving an elbow into the face of Craig McLennan! Kingsmen exposes Craig's chest again, and drives another elbow into McLennan's chin!! With Craig's chest virtually unprotected, Brian takes advantage and slashes his backhand across, delivering a hard chop that echoes across the arena!

 

"(Crowds) WHOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!"

 

Brian grabs Craig by the wrist and sends him whipping into the opposite corner, hard. Craig slowly staggers forward, and Brian sees the opportunity, quickly racing in with right arm cocked back. But Craig's mind never lets up, and with his remaining strength, Craig ducks under a Kingsmen clothesline before dropping down on the canvas. His arms quickly find their way under Brian's body, and before you know it, McLennan rolls Brian up into a schoolboy pin!!!

 

ONE!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TH- but Brian kicks out!!!

 

"(Ejiro) I might be forced to sleep if I wasn't being payed to do this."

 

"(Annie) Is it even possible for you to sleep?"

 

Brian is evidently surprised, immediately popping back up to his feet. But Craig is riding the momentum, bringing a series of hard right hands that pummels Brian Kingsmen into the corner. Kingsmen tries to counter with a right hand but Craig blocks it and counters that with a stiff kick to the gut! Craig delivers another kick, and then another- the lightning fast kicks showing off the Japanese style of fighting. Kingsmen crosses his arms and tries to block the kicks, but it's too much, and he falls to the ground, hurting from the stiff right kicks that Craig has mastered. Craig grabs Brian by the leg and pulls him to the center of the ring before positioning it outwards and driving an elbow into Brian's thigh! Craig stands up and drops another elbow into the thigh.

 

"(Judge) Craig McLennan is now moving on the offensive for a change, but will his attack be good enough to win? That is the question."

 

"(Ejiro) Okay...."

 

Brian Kingsmen, thighs aching and all, tries to go right back at Craig, but McLennan reads the moves perfectly and eludes the attack, allowing him to drop another elbow into the exposed chest of Brian Kingsmen! McLennan hooks the leg and quickly goes for the cover-

 

 

 

ONE!!!

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

T- NO!! Brian pops his shoulder up. Craig grabs Brian by the hair and drags him up to his feet before decking him with a hard right. Brian stumbles back a few steps, and just as he catches his balance, Craig races in and delivers a mind-blowing superkick! The kick sends Brian rolling out of the ring, hands covering his face to check if blood has been spilled!!!

 

"(Ejiro) WHOA! Now THAT is a kick!!"

 

"(Judge) Craig McLennan using that Japanese style kick that sends Brian Kingsmen out of the ring."

 

"(Annie) I don't think it's wise for Brian to just stand around...."

 

Brian uses the wall for support, shaking his head occassionally to try to get rid of the dizziness that was forced upon him. His timely recover allows Craig to bounce off the far side of the ring. The ropes propel Craig forward, and the Canadian leaps into the air, over the top ropes and crashes into Brian Kingsmen with a body splash from 10 feet above!!! The fans give out a loud gasp as Craig slowly rises to his feet, the wind taken out of him as well. He brings Brian up, grabs hold of Kingsmen's wrist and hurls him into the steel pole- NO! Brian counters and Craig McLennan eats steel!!

 

"(Judge) Nice counter by Brian Kingsmen, throwing Craig into the steel pole!!"

 

"(Annie) Even that won't make the fans gain interest in this matchup. They hate these two guys!"

 

"(Ejiro) It's so sad to see such great wrestlers fight and have the fans dead just because they don't like the guys in the ring."

 

The impact of the hit sends Craig rolling out of proportion, and before you know it, Craig is lying on the steel ramp, breathing heavily as Brian Kingsmen moves in to continue his assault. Brian grabs Craig by the hair, and brings him up to his feet. Brian slashes across the air with a backhand, landing it across Craig's chest with a sickening smack!

 

"(Crowds) WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!"

 

Another hard chop....

 

"(Crowds) WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!"

 

and another....

 

"(Crowds) WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!"

 

...before Brian brings his entire arm across, clotheslining Craig McLennan down on the steel!!

 

"(Judge) OH!!! Craig meets cold steel once again!!"

 

"(Ejiro) I wonder if any of the two notice that the referee has counted to TEN!"

 

Indeed, Brian did notice, and proceeds to roll Craig back into the ring before crawling over the 200 pounder for the pin.

 

ONE!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

T- but still, Craig McLenna kicks out! Brian ignores the vitality of his opponent and goes for the cover again, and again Craig McLennan kicks out before the count of three. Brian stares right into Eddy Long, eyes blazing with fury as he brings Craig back up. But Craig fights back, shooting a right hand into the gut of Brian Kingsmen, a punch that is hard enough to daze the high flyer. Brian tries to fight back but he's hit with another shoot punch. Before you know it, Craig is backing Brian to the ropes with an ongoing onslaught of hard rights and lefts, before finally the ropes itself presses against Brian's back. Craig grabs Brian by the wrist and whips him to the ropes. Brian rebounds, and immediately goes for the clothesline, but Craig ducks under and sends a superkick into Brian's chin!! POW!!! The kick stumbles Brian to the ropes again and Craig rushes in to deliver the clothesline that sends Brian crashing out of the ring!!!

 

"(Judge) And it seems the momentum has turned once again!"

 

Craig rolls out of the ring quickly, not attempting any aerial moves as he exposes Brian's chest to deliver a hard chop across it!! SMACK!!

 

"(Crowds) WHOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!"

 

SMACK!! Another hard chop!!!

 

"(Crowds) WHOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!"

 

As time goes on, Craig delivers chop after chop, each received with the usual "Whooo!" by the crowds, who finally begin to gain some interest in this matchup. Brian is pummeled down by the fury of the chops, before Craig switches gears and starts punching away, backing Brian to the announcer's table!

 

"(Ejiro) I think we better get up."

 

"(Annie) Yeah, I think you're right."

 

"(Judge) Craig McLennan is really beating the shiznit out of Brian Kingsmen! Chop after chop, punch after punch it may seem!"

 

Slowly Brian finds his way to the top of the announcer's table in the fury of all the quick punches. He finally realizes where he is and tries to get off, but Craig McLennan quickly snaps on a two handed chokehold to make sure his opponent stays on. While the referee counts away to six, McLennan continues the choke, and Kingsmen, desperate for a counter tries to break the hold but is too weak to do anything. Brian begins to gasp for air, his lungs closing in on him until finally, when desperate times call for desperate measures, Brian shoots his fingers upwards and pokes Craig in the eyes!! That did the job, and Brian is free to inhale! Running on pure adrenaline now, Brian gets up on his knees, and as Craig walks back towards his way, Brian swings his right foot across, nailing Craig across the face with a front kick!! Craig falls to the ground and Brian quickly jumps into the air, completing a somersault before falling to deliver a mediocre swanton!!

 

"(Judge) What athleticism!"

 

"(Annie) Yeah, but then anyone can do that. Isn't that right, Ejiro?"

 

"(Ejiro) Stop mocking me."

 

Brian Kingsmen brings McLennan back up and rolls the Canadian back into the ring before crawling in himself, with time to spare. Brian crawls over McLennan, and brings his right leg up for the cover-

 

 

ONE!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

THRE- NO! Somehow, someway Craig McLennan kicks out, still showing signs of life in him. Brian hangs his head down, but only leaves it hanging momentarily as he quickly pushes Craig up to his feet and into the corner. Brian climbs up to the second rope, cornering Craig McLennan as he starts raining down hard right hands into the temple of the Canadian! The fans try to count along, but just to spite them, Brian punches too fast for them to participate, igniting another set of boos! Brian continues the punching, but Eddy Long has already counted to ten and orders for the attack to stop.

 

"(Ejiro) Oh you stupid Eddy Long, look what you did now...."

 

Brian Kingsmen drops down from the rope and gets right into Eddy Long's face, obviously upset that Eddy Long stopped the assault. Brian shoves Eddy Long down, and goes right back at Craig McLennan, jumping on to the top rope and continuing to punch away until blood can be seen oozing down McLennan's nose!!

 

"(Judge) I think he's lost it."

 

"(Ejiro) That boy is brilliant."

 

"(Annie) You mean vicious?"

 

"(Ejiro) No, brilliant."

 

The crowds engage in a "ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE!" chant, which is enough to cause Brian to stop his assault. He looks around at the tens of thousands of fans in the Gund Arena, and notices them all shouting the insult. His eyes blaze with fury as he yells back, flipping the middle finger to back up his case. From all the shouting and all the yelling, Brian doesn't even notice Craig's arms circle around his waist from beneath- and when he does, it's too late-

 

BOOOM!!!

 

- Craig McLennan floors Brian Kingsmen with a powerbomb!! The fans erupt in cheers like never before in the entire matchup, now choosing to cheer on the lesser of two evils. They start to clap their hands and stomp their feets in synchronized fashion, hoping to get Craig back up on his feet.

 

"(Judge) Craig McLennan nailing Brian Kingsmen down with that desperation powerbomb. Both men are out as the referee starts the countout."

 

"(Annie) It's all about these final moments now. Everyone knows that whatever happened has no effect... in most cases, that is."

 

"(Ejiro) This is not one of those cases. It could still go either way."

 

Both men lie motionless in the ring as the referee continues to count, his eyes always checking to see if either one can get up on their knees. Soon enough, both competitors rise to their knees, Craig McLennan rising faster than Brian. Because of that, Craig gains the advantage as he moves in and delivers an overhand punch that knocks Brian down on his stomach. Brian struggles to his knees, only to get knocked down by another overhand punch. Brian tries to get up one last time, and Craig seizes the opportunity, bouncing off the ropes for leverage and racing in to deliver a nasty dropkick to Kingsmen's face!! The crowds applaud respectively as Craig points to the air, signaling for the end to come.

 

"(Judge) Here it comes, Craig McLennan is signaling for the Bakuhatsu Suru!"

 

"(Ejiro) A very effective manuever, I might add."

 

Craig McLennan brings Brian back up on his feet. A quick punch to daze him and Craig takes off, racing to the ropes behind Brian and using that as a springboard to propel him high above! Craig lands on Brian's shoulders and quickly tries to go for the inverted hurricaranna, but before he can, Brian Kingsmen stumbles back towards the ropes and quickly falls down intentionally, sending Craig crashing into the apron!! Both men are down, but Craig uses the ropes to drag himself up while Brian lies perpendicular to the turnbuckle. Craig sees this and slowly climbs up to the top, where he perches himself, gazing down on his battered opponent. He tries to catch his balance, but before he can, Brian makes one last attempt to turn the match in his favor, diving to the ropes and shaking it just enough to cause Craig to fall down right on his crotch!

 

"(Ejiro) WHOA! That's gotta hurt in the morning!"

 

"(Annie) Hell yes! Good thing it never works against a beautiful lady like myself."

 

"(Ejiro) If you weren't so gay....."

 

"(Judge) I think alot of people thought that already, Ejiro."

 

Craig sits there, unprotected as Brian staggers in to deliver a punch. He slowly climbs the turnbuckles, positioning his head under Craig's body at all times. Craig, with his last ounce of strength, tries to fight back, throwing down hard right hands- but it's just not enough as Brian flips McLennan over, delivering a back body drop that knocks the wind out of Craig McLennan!! Brian doesn't stop, instead climbing the final rope and looks towards the fans, who respond with a loud chorus of hate. It doesn't phase Brian, who merely winks at the crowds before standing straight up on the top rope. He takes one final breath before leaping into the air, spinning and twirling before crashing into Craig McLennan with a 450 splash!!

 

"(Judge) RAIN OF THE KING'S MEN!!!"

 

"(Ejiro) Nice!"

 

Brian remains on top of Craig, and Eddy Long rushes in to count the pin-

 

 

ONE!!!

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREE!!!!

 

***Ding ding ding!!!***

 

"(Funyon) The winner of this match.... Brian! Kingsmen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

 

Brian Kingsmen stands up as Eddy Long raises his hand in victory, but Brian rips his hand away and quickly pushes Eddy Long down!! The fans erupt, shouting obscene words as Brian Kingsmen throws Eddy Long out of the ring before he heads out towards the announcer's table. He snatches the chair away from Funyon and makes his way back into the ring as road agents begin to pour down the ramp, enough attention to stop Brian Kingsmen's theme song to stop playing! They pour into the ring but Brian quickly takes a swing with the chair that sends them all running out. The fans stare with quiet intensity as Brian Kingsmen raises the chair high above Craig McLennan before bringing it down on his back with a sickening thud!

 

"(Judge) Now what the f*** is going on? He won the match already!!"

 

"(Ejiro) I guess it's not about winning anymore. It's about humiliation!"

 

"(Annie) No shit Sherlock, everyone figured that out when he took the chair."

 

"(Ejiro) Now I know why you're a lesbian."

 

Brian continues to bring the chair up and down, up and down in a sickening repetition that results with McLennan's body being popped around like a rag doll. Brian is so into the beating that he doesn't see the road agents sneaking up behind him. They tackle Kingsmen down instantaneously and all the road agents pile on top, restraining Kingsmen as the referee drags Craig McLennan out to protect him from further harm.

 

"(Judge) Brian Kingsmen really leaving a mark here."

 

"(Ejiro) Yeah, that psycho."

 

The road agents all pile out of the ring, leaving Brian Kingsmen inside alone as they help Craig McLennan out of the arena. "The Gauntlet" hits up again, and Brian stands in the ring, raising both fists in victory as the fans shower him with a never ending reception of boos. Little do they know, deep inside of Brian's mind, he's saying...

 

 

 

"I love this"

[Longdogger_Pete 0]

SJL Metal returns back to every teenage boy in America between the age of nine and fifteen's television set. The jam-packed crowd of The Gund Arena in Cleveland, Ohio greets the camera's with cheers, and some even holding up their homemade signs. The production crew instructs the cameraman to cut down to the announcer’s booth, where Justice, Rule, and Rosie O’Donnell, minus a couple hundred pounds, sit, anxiously waiting for the next match.

 

"Welcome back fans, to another exciting episode of SJL Metal! I am your host, Annie Eclectic, alongside . . . "

 

"Justice!"

 

"And Rule! Oh yes, high five Judge!" The former SWF Tag Team Champions slap each other five, visibly annoying their broadcast partner.

 

"Anyway, up next is a match, that we know very little about. The current SJL European Champion, English Dragon, with his hired help, Robertson, will face a mystery opponent, in a non-title match. This should be interesting, as this mystery opponent could be anybody, and also that Dragon can't be up at a 100 percent after being knocked out of the Genesis IV double elimination tournament thanks to a Demonstar Driver by Kibagami and a Stretch Plum for the submission victory by our very own, Judge Mental."

 

"No need to congratulate me. Yes, it was a well-earned victory, but I don't want to gloat.”

 

"Speaking of that tournament, you know who are still in it? Me and Judge! Oh yeah, one of us is going the distance, baby! And uhh, sorry Annie . . . you know, about you not making it and stuff."

 

"Idiot.”

 

*DING DING DING*

 

The camera cuts to Funyon, who is standing in the ring, a microphone in hand.

 

"The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a Non-Title Match!"

 

"Land of Hope and Glory" starts over the sound system, as English Dragon makes his way out from behind the entrance curtain, European title strapped around his waist, with his butler, Robertson walking behind him, rubbing his neck just as he did on Smarkdown! Judge can only give a little chuckle at the announcer’s booth.

 

"I'm sorry, but I like to admire my work."

 

"First, making his way to the ring." Booms Funyon. "Hailing from London, England, and weighing in at Two Hundred and twenty-three Pounds. He is the reigning, and defending SJL European Champion!!! Here is English Dragon!!!"

 

"It seems his neck is still a little sore." Judge says with sarcasm. "He has had about a week to heal up. I guess I put a little too much strain on it."

 

"I thought you weren't going to gloat over your victory. And besides, he did take you to the limit. I saw your match, and you just barely out cheated him."

 

"I knew what I was doing the whole time in that match, Annie."

 

Robertson climbs up onto the ring apron, and sits on the middle rope, allowing English Dragon to climb up the ring steps, wipe his feet, and step into the ring. Robertson is right behind him, as Dragon walks into the corner, waiting for Robertson to unstrap the European title. Robertson does so, and carefully folding the title, he places it on the ring apron, where the time keep takes it. Robertson starts to rub Dragon's neck again, as Dragon stares at the entrance ramp, waiting for his mystery opponent . . .

 

"AND HIS OPPONENT!!"

 

The camera focuses in on the entrance ramp, and waits calmly for the European Champion's opponent. After a few seconds, a small man, wearing a suit similar's to Funyon's, walks out from behind the entrance curtain, and makes his way down the ramp. Back in the ring, Dragon shakes his head in a cocky manner.

 

"THAT IS THE MYSTERY OPPONENT? HIM?"

 

"Who is that?"

 

"He can't be more then a hundred pounds!"

 

"I guess Chris Raynor wanted to book English Dragon in an easy match, after he took those defeats in the Genesis IV tournament."

 

"Chris Raynor is such a nice guy. These Leaguers don't know it, but he is the best boss that they possibly could have. Besides King of course." Gloats Ejiro.

 

"Oh, shut up, Fasaki."

 

Dragon walks out of his corner, and waves for the little man to get to the ring and to end this match, but the man stops halfway down the walkway. The man pulls out a microphone from his back pocket, as the crowd stares, confusion covering the whole arena.

 

"Cleveland, Ohio! How are you this evening?!" The crowd begins cheering, hearing the name of their talent. "No, no. I am not your opponent for the evening. I am just out here to, introduce him to you, and the wonderful crowd here tonight."

 

Dragon stands in the middle of the ring, holding his arms out, wondering what is going on.

 

"Wait. You mean, whoever this guy is, has his own Ring Announcer?"

 

"That seems to be the case, Fasaki."

 

"Cleveland, Ohio! Are you read, for the Man of the Hour? The Man that is Too Sweet to Be Sour? The Sugar Daddy of Everything Sweet as Candy?? Ladies, and Gentleman, I give you English Dragon's mystery opponent!”

 

The lights dim down, while a multitude of light blue lights begin flashing from the entrance stage, as "King's Blend" by The Kottonmouth Kings starts up.

 

"Weighing in at a tough, and buff Two Hundred and twenty-five Pounds, fighting the good fight out of Hollywood, California . . . " The man stops, building up the suspense of whom it is.

 

 

 

 

 

"Cleveland, Ohio, I GIVE YOU, "HOLLYWOOD" SPIKE JENKINS!!!!!!!!!"

 

Half the crowd explodes into cheers, thanks to the entrance by Spike's personal ring announcer, while the other half breaks out into boo's, remembering Spike's actions before he left. After a few seconds, Spike walks out from the backstage area and stops at the entrance ramp, the hood of his jacket covering his head, while he stares at the ground. White pyro explode from both sides, as he starts hopping around, getting warmed up. Spike makes his way through the pyro, and makes his way to the ring.

 

""Hollywood" Spike Jenkins is making his return to the SJL after a two-month absence!" yells out Annie.

 

"I thought he died . . . "

 

"I thought he was in prison . . . "

 

Spike leaps up onto the ring apron, and steps through the middle and top rope, and quickly tosses the hood of his jacket back, and begins spinning around, holding his arms out, soaking in the half cheers, half jeers from the crowd in his return. Spike pulls off the jacket, and tosses it ringside, and backs up into a corner, waiting for the match to start. Dragon stands back in his corner also, Robertson back to massaging his neck again. Referee Sexton Hardcastle asks Dragon if he is ready to start, who answers with a nod, then asks Spike the same thing, who does the same. Sexton signals for the bell, and this match are underway.

 

*Ding Ding Ding*

 

Both men walk out of their corner, and begin circling the ring, not taking their eyes off the other.

 

"This is an interesting contest here between English Dragon and Spike Jenkins. Both men are about the same height and weight, with Spike only getting the slighter advantage by a few pounds and inches. They both are technicians in the ring, but they can take to the air. But they both have different styles. Dragon is a technician that uses his suplexes to weaken his opponent, while Spike uses his martial arts’ background and innovative moves."

 

"Well, I am impressed. It seems like you have done your homework, Judge."

 

"Of course I have, Annie. It's my job. Maybe you should start doing yours."

 

"I try to be nice, and this is what I get."

 

"Another thing is the ring rust that Spike must be feeling. Two months away from the ring, can really throw you off your game. But also, Dragon is still favoring the neck, that, heh, I, took apart. So they both have their weak points, but no real advantage over each other."

 

"Dragon has an advantage over Spike. And his name is Robertson!"

 

Back in the ring, both men finally meet in the middle of the ring, and jump into a collar-and-elbow tie up. They both struggle a bit, but Spike ends up winning this contest as he pulls Dragon into a headlock. Spike wrenches . . . but as quick as the hold were locked on, Dragon jumps out of it, and stumbles backwards, holding his neck.

 

"Great starts with that headlock by Spike!"

 

Robertson quickly comes to his masters aid, and jumps onto the ring apron, and starts massaging his neck again. The crowd lets Dragon how they feel, by booing him, as Spike tries to get close to him, but Referee Hardcastle pushes him away. Hardcastle begins to count Dragon out, but by Seven, Dragon tells Robertson to back off, and gets back up to his feet.

 

"About time." Comments Annie.

 

"Don't get mad at the man for taking his time and planning his strategy." Chimes in Ejiro.

 

Dragon and Spike begin circling each other again, and again meet up in the center of the ring, where they go into a collar-and-elbow tie up. They both struggle for power, but Dragon slips behind Spike, with a hammerlock. Spike uses his free arm to feel around, and throws a back elbow into the side of Dragon's face, temporarily stunning him. Spike slips behind Dragon, locking in his own hammerlock, but drops that, and locks Dragon in a headlock, again. Dragon tries to break free again, but Spike flips him over with a headlock takedown, and keeps the hold locked in.

 

"Headlock takeover by Spike, keeping the European Champ grounded."

 

Dragon continues to worm around, doing anything possible to get out of this more painful then usual headlock. Dragon turns onto his back, and pulls Spike over with him into a roll up.

 

 

One . . .

 

But Spike goes back into a headlock. Robertson starts slamming his fist against the ring apron, to show support to his employer, as Dragon begins to make his way up to one knee. Spike gets pulled up with Dragon, but still holds on tight to Dragon's neck. They both get to their feet, and Dragon shoves his elbow into the rib cage of Hollywood. Dragon hits a few more elbows, causing Spike to release him. Dragon charge at full speed into the ropes facing Spike, and comes back full steam at him, ready to strike, but Spike stops him dead in his tracks with a simple kick to the gut, that nearly knocks him out of his boots, but does knock him to one knee. Spike grabs Dragon with another headlock, and again flips him over with a headlock takedown.

 

"Judge, we are both technical experts in the ring. But, if you were Spike Jenkins, what would your strategy be right now?"

 

"If I was Spike, my strategy would be to do everything I did to beat English Dragon. But knowing Spike is bullheaded, his strategy is probably exactly what he is doing right now. Small, but effective moves to the neck area, and keeping Dragon on the mat."

 

"What if you were English Dragon? What would your strategy be?"

 

"Well, considering he is not at a 100 percent, I would try to end this match as quick as possible. And the good thing about that strategy is that Spike is rusty after his two-month absence from the ring, so both strategies are very effective at the moment."

 

Dragon continues squirming around, and does the only thing he can do at the moment, and turn onto his back, hooking Spike up in a roll up for the third time.

 

 

One . . .

 

 

And for the second time, Spike rolls back over. Dragon uses his free arm to wave at Robertson, and instantly, Robertson gets on the ring apron, and shouts toward Referee Hardcastle, who turns his attention toward the English butler. With the referee's back to him, Dragon uses an old trick he had up his sleeve the whole time . . .

 

 

 

 

 

 

And pokes Spike in the eye!

 

 

"Ha! Got to love the cheating antics of English Dragon!" laughs Ejiro.

 

"Oh come on!" shouts Annie.

 

 

Spike releases the hold, and rolls over onto his stomach, covering his eye, allowing Dragon to roll away into the corner, where Robertson jumps down from the apron, and runs over to. Robertson starts rubbing Dragon's shoulders and giving him words of advice, as Dragon starts to regain his breath. Spike begins to make his way up, as Dragon does the same. Spike gets up to a full stand, his back turned to Dragon, as he continues holding his eye. Spike turns around, and is met with a stiff knife-edge chop from the European Champion!

*Smack*

 

WHOOOO!

 

Dragon reaches back, and cracks another knife-edge chop across the stunned Jenkins' chest.

 

*Smack*

 

WHOOOO!

 

Spike falls backwards into the corner, as Dragon hits a third consecutive chop across the now red chest of Spike.

 

*Smack*

 

WHOOOO!

 

"I know from experience that the image of seeing English Dragon chopping away at someone like that doesn't give it justice. When he hits those chops, he's swinging for the hills, and they hurt!"

 

With Spike stuck in the corner, Dragon grabs Spike's head, and flips him over with a basic snap mare out of the corner. Spike sits on the mat, stunned from the chops, and not knowing what's going on, as Dragon runs full speed into the ring ropes facing Spike. Dragon comes charging back, and dives feet first at Spike, nailing Spike in the face with a dropkick! The crowd groans in pain as Spike holds his face and Dragon just gets on his knees, holding his arms out in cocky fashion. Dragon turns to Spike, and turns him from his side onto his back, and goes for the cover, without hooking the leg.

 

 

One . . . !

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Two . . . !

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thr . . . No! Spike gets a foot on the bottom rope!

 

 

"Here is where the experience of Spike Jenkins comes into play. English Dragon made a rookie mistake, with not hooking the leg, and Spike took advantage with putting his foot on the bottom rope. Great ring presences by the returning Hollywood." Says Annie.

 

Dragon quickly gets to his feet, and pulls Spike up to his feet also. Dragon turns to the closest ring ropes, and simply tosses Spike through the middle and top rope, and down to the floor.

 

"Looks like English Dragon is taking this match to the outside. With Robertson out there too, it doesn't look like Spike will catch a break anytime soon." Laughs Ejiro.

 

Spike starts to make his way up, and instantly, Dragon goes to the ropes, and tries to step to the outside, but Referee Hardcastle stops him, and tells him to back off as he makes the count. Hardcastle turns to start the count, but Dragon grabs him by the shirt, and spins him around, causing Hardcastle to start yelling at him about touching the officials. Meanwhile, on the outside, Spike finally makes it to his feet, and uses the time he has to catch his breath, as the giant Robertson runs around the ringside, and nails a huge clothesline to the back of Spike's head, that sends Spike face first to the floor. Robertson easily lifts Spike up, and tosses him under the bottom rope into the ring, and innocently walks away. Dragon breezes past Hardcastle and dives for the cover, as Hardcastle wonders if anything happened, but gives up and dives into position.

 

 

One . . . !

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Two . . . !

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Three . . . No! Spike gets a shoulder up! Dragon turns to the referee, and slaps his hands three times, but the referee dismisses his efforts, and the count stays as two. Dragon grabs Spike by the hair, and pulls him to his feet. Dragon, once again, tosses Spike through the middle and top rope, right into the same position as before. Dragon turns back to the referee, and pulls him out of position, and starts arguing about the previous pinfall being a two count.

 

"Here comes Robertson again!" yells Annie.

 

Robertson stands by the steel post in the corner, and waits for Spike to get to his feet. As soon as Spike does, Robertson charges at him. Robertson goes for another big clothesline, but Spike sees him coming, and ducks under it. Robertson runs right past Spike, and turns around, hoping to still get a shot in, but Spike is too quick for him, as he nails Robertson right under the jaw with a superkick! The big man doesn't even stumble back as he just collapses to the floor, like a truck just hit him!

 

"The Last Dance superkick by Spike to Robertson! Spike takes out one half of the team, but what about his actual opponent, English Dragon?" questions Judge Mental.

 

As Spike turns back to the ring, to get back in, English Dragon dives under the ropes, and nails Spike in the chest with a powerful baseball slide, that throws Spike backwards into the guard rail.

 

"And that answers my question. Spike finally fights back, taking down Robertson, and English Dragon takes the opportunity to nail an occupied Spike!"

 

Dragon stays on the attack, as he slides under the bottom rope, and quickly snapping off a stiff European Uppercut to the chest of Spike.

 

*Smack*

 

Dragon grabs Spike by his arm, and whips him across the floor, into the steel guardrail! Spike wrenches his back in pain, as he tries to catch his breath. Dragon, going to keep the attack on Spike, but the referee catches his attention as he is at "Six,” counting both men out. Dragon quickly slides under the bottom rope into the ring, and back out to the ringside, forcing the referee to restart his count. Dragon lines himself up with Spike, and charges at him, but thanks to the extra time to catch his breath, Spike barely dodges out of the way, causing Dragon to run chest first into the steel guard rail, the force nearly knocking him over into the audience.

 

"Jenkins just getting out of the way in the nick of time!" yells out Annie.

 

Dragon stumbles backwards, clutching his chest, as Spike leaps up onto the guard rail, and springboards backwards, twisting in midair, and catching Dragon with a cross body! Spike rolls off of Dragon, and slowly gets up to his feet, while Dragon lies on the mat. Spike crawls to the ring apron, and rolls into the ring, as Robertson, who finally gets to his feet, walks over to Dragon. Robertson grabs Dragon around the waist, and hoists him up, and carries him toward the ring apron, trying not to let Dragon get counted out. Before Robertson can push Dragon into the ring, Spike charges toward them. As quickly as he can, Robertson tosses Dragon to the side, as Spike leaps over the top rope, with a front flip, and landing on top of Robertson with a swanton, knocking them both backwards into the guard rail!! The crowd starts a "Holy Shit" chant, as Robertson lies on the mat, and Spike hangs upside down, with his legs hooked over the guard rail!

 

"Spike Jenkins with a swanton over the top rope onto Robertson!"

 

"Amazing high-flying skills by the returning Hollywood! But Robertson pushes English Dragon out of the way, taking all the impact from that move!"

 

"Now that is the kind of help I could use around the house. He put his own body on the line to save English Dragon!" cheers Fasaki.

 

Spike unhooks his legs from the guard rail, and starts to make his way to his feet, but the cunning English Dragon dives at him from behind, chop blocking him in the back of his leg! Spike quickly goes down, as Dragon gets to his feet, and starts unloading stomp after stomp onto the back of Spike's knee! The crowd boo and hiss, but Dragon just waves it off, as he lifts Spike to his feet, and rolls him into the ring. Spike gets onto his stomach, and tries to get to his feet, and limp away, but Dragon is two steps behind him, grabbing Spike by the waist, and lifting him backwards into the air, and SNAPPING him down onto the mat with a belly to back suplex!

 

"Masterful suplex by The European Champion! English Dragon is showing why he is a top player in the SJL, and he may end Spike Jenkins' return party early!"

 

Dragon gets up to his feet, gloating over the quick attack on Spike Jenkins. Dragon reaches down, grabbing Spike by the hair, and pulls him up to his feet. Dragon grabs Spike around the waist, and hoists him onto his shoulder, and makes his way to the corner. Dragon sits Spike on the top turnbuckle, and signals for a top rope superplex!

 

"If English Dragon hits the top rope superplex, this match could be over with!"

 

Dragon climbs up onto the middle rope, and begins to hook a front face lock on Spike, but Spike nails a quick right hand to the gut of English Dragon. Dragon stands there, stunned, as Spike starts unleashing right hand after right hand into the rib cage. With Dragon stunned on the middle rope, Spike pushes him off, throwing him onto the mat. Spike pulls his legs over the top rope, and now stands in the same spot Dragon was, as Dragon gets to his feet, trying not to lose advantage. But as Dragon turns back toward the corner, Spike leaps off, grabbing Dragon around the neck, and dropping down, driving the back of Dragon's head first into the mat with a mid-rope neckbreaker! Cameras’ go off around the arena, and many of the fans cheer, as Spike turns over, and tiredly covers the European Champion!!!

 

One!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Two!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Three!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

NO!!!!! Robertson pulls Dragon's foot under the bottom rope. Robertson falls back down, but exhausted from the swanton to the outside he took, as Referee Hardcastle signals a two count! Spike rolls off of Dragon, and sits up, trying to get his head back into the game. Spike pulls himself up, and grabs Dragon, pulling him up to his feet as well.

 

"What a robbery! Spike has the match won with that neckbreaker! Damn Robertson some how pulled English Dragon's foot under the bottom rope!" yells Annie.

 

"I didn't see Robertson do a damn thing. I saw the European Champion place his foot under the bottom rope." Says Fasaki.

 

Spike wraps his arms through Dragon's legs, and lifts him up onto his shoulders, attempting The Spotlight, but Spike collapses to one knee, as his bad knee gave out under the weight of English Dragon! Dragon, quickly taking the advantage, falls behind Spike, and wraps his arms around his waist. Dragon attempts to throw Spike backwards with a German Suplex, but Spike holds on for dear life. Spike tries to counter the hold, throwing a back elbow, that nails Dragon on the side of the head. Spike throws another elbow back, and again hits Dragon on the side of the head. Spike throws one more elbow back, but Dragon ducks under it, causing Spike to do a ninety-degree spin, and Dragon lifts him straight up into the air, and drops backwards with a Northern Lights Suplex, with Dragon holding the bridge!

 

 

One!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Two!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Three!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

NO!! Spike throws a shoulder up, stopping the count, and hitting Dragon in the rib cage.

 

"English Dragon almost getting the pinfall with that beautiful Northern Lights Suplex!" says Judge.

 

Dragon gets up to his feet, as Spike gets onto his hands and knees, both men exhausted. Spike gets up to his feet, bent over and holding the back of his head, as Dragon quickly pulls him into a standing head scissors. Dragon waves his arms, signaling for Dragon Driver! Dragon wraps his arms around Spike's waist, and prepares to lift him up, but Spike lifts Dragon up, flipping Dragon over with a back body drop! Spike quickly drops down on top of Dragon's neck for the cover!

 

 

 

One!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Two!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thr . . . No! Dragon lifts his leg up, and wraps them around Spike's arms, and pulls him down with a sunset flip!

 

 

 

One!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Two!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Three . . . No! Spike rolls backwards out of the sunset flip, and lands on his feet. Spike grabs Dragon around the ankles, and lifts him up onto his neck. Spike starts turning him over onto his side, but Dragon just fights it off. Finally, Spike turns Dragon over onto his stomach, and pulls backwards in The Smoke Out! Dragon screams in pain, as he waves his arms all around trying to figure out what to do!

 

"The Smoke Out is locked in! English Dragon is going to tap out!" yells an excited Annie Eclectic.

 

"No! Look. Robertson is back up and getting on the ring apron!"

 

And as Ejiro said, the giant Robertson gets on the ring apron, standing right in front of Spike. But before he can get into the ring to help his employer, Spike releases the hold on Dragon, and charges at Robertson. Spike dives down at Robertson, and dropkicks Robertson's ankles, knocking him off the apron, and face first onto the floor!

 

"A dropkick to the ankles knocked Robertson off the apron into a nose dive onto the floor!"

 

Spike limps up onto his feet, satisfied with his work. He turns back to English Dragon, who is rising to his feet at that moment. Spike half heartedly charges at Dragon, and leaps into the air, going for a Standing Enzuguri, but Dragon sees it coming, and ducks down, causing Spike to fall face first onto the mat. Dragon quickly holds onto Spike's leg, and turns him over onto his back. Dragon wraps himself around Spike's leg, and goes for The St. George Cross......but Spike uses his free leg to push Dragon off of him and chest first into the ropes. Dragon bounces back from the ropes, and falls backwards into a roll up by Spike!

 

 

 

One!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tw . . . Spike pulls Dragon up out of the roll up, and into a standing position. Spike locks Dragon in a reverse front face lock, and spins around, driving Dragon face first into the mat, and wrenching his neck with the Roll the Joint!!!!! Spike quickly gets on top of Dragon and hooks the leg!!!!

 

 

 

 

One!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Two!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Three!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

*Ding Ding Ding*

 

 

Spike rolls off of Dragon, and stands on his knees, holding his arms up in victory. "King's Blend" restarts over the sound system, as the fans cheer for the victory over the European Champion.

 

"Here is your winner, "HOLLYWOOD" SPIKE JENKINSssss!!!!!!!!!!" booms Funyon.

 

"Ladies and Gentleman, what a match! Back and forth the whole time, but in the end, Spike was able to pull out the victory."

 

"Yeah, that's good for Spike, but what about English Dragon?"

 

"He got what he deserved. Anyway, up next fans, for the SJL World Heavyweight Championship, Viktor Tarakanov defending against Tryst!"

 

Spike rolls out of the ring, and makes his way up the ramp to the back, as SJL Metal goes to a commercial break.

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WORLD TITLE MATCH

 

I AM BEINGZ THE WROLD CHAMPION

 

 

 

 

WHY

 

 

 

BECAUSE

 

 

 

BECAUSE

 

 

 

BECAUSE

 

 

 

 

I KICKED MORE A$$ THAN THOTH THIS WEEK

 

 

 

 

 

I AM SUPERMAN