Longdogger_Pete 0 Report post Posted November 5, 2003 SJL METAL CARD Date: Tuesday, November 4, @ 9 PM EST Venue: The Metrodome in Minneapolis, Minnesota! Send Promos & Marked Matches To: Longdogger_Pete ROOKIE MAKES HIS DEBUT Wes Outlett vs Brian Bowers Description: Brian Bowers was the last SJL Television Champ, until his reign ended at the hands of Chris Raynor after a nasty bout with bursitis. He’s probably still angry about that, and will likely not take the assignment to break in the rookie lying down. Rules: Normal; DQ & Countout apply. TABLES MATCH Jimmy “the Demon” Liston vs. Manson Description: Liston and Manson have seemed listless of late. Perhaps the way to light a fire under them is to encourage them to throw people through furniture. Rules: The first wrestler to put his opponent through a table wins. A wrestler who puts himself through a table will not lose, but will certainly look foolish in front of his dozens of adoring fans. LION’S DEN MATCH Unknown Warrior vs. “Hollywood” Spike Jenkins Description: Commissioner Raynor wonders if the Unknown Warrior will feel comfortable in this match. Rules: A dome cage will be lowered onto the ring with a few feet of space on the floor. No door, so there is no escape. The only way to win is by knockout or submission. MAIN EVENT HARDCORE Match for the SJL World Championship Insane Luchador © vs Aecas Description: The Insane Luchador lost a heartbreaker to the Unknown Warrior last week, and there’s no rest for the weary. The formidable Aecas is cashing in his shot at the World Title, and IL better bring his A game! Both of these guys like to work the Hardcore style, so let’s give them (and the fans) what they want. Rules: Hardcore rules - there are none. Falls count anywhere. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Longdogger_Pete 0 Report post Posted November 5, 2003 Rookie did not show Why did he not write his match? Zip from Bowers too Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Longdogger_Pete 0 Report post Posted November 5, 2003 SJL Metal returns from commercial, as the ruckus crowd inside the spacious Metrodome is featured. Before too long, the camera switches off to the announce table, where Annie Eclectic, Ejiro Fasaki and William Hearford sit. "(Judge) Welcome back to Metal, live from the Metrodome in Minneapolis! We've got more show tonight, including a World Championship defense, as IL attempts to fend off Aecas." "(Ejiro) Indeed, but for now we have longtime Decay rival Manson taking on current Decay member Jimmy Liston. But a spin has been added, as this contest will be a tables match!" "(Judge) Well, Korgath is away on a leave of absence, leaving 'The Demon' as the sole Decay member. But Liston has sworn to continue the Decay's evil deeds, and he drew Manson tonight. Of course as we all know, Manson is coming off a losing bid for the European Title, losing to Landon Maddix. So he's no doubt looking to get back on the right track, starting tonight." "(Ejiro) And as I mentioned, with these two being occasional rivals, whoever wins this match will no doubt have bragging rights, as this is their biggest match to date." "(Annie) I hate to admit it, but chances are Liston will have an advantage, due to Tyler Sullivan lurking about on the outside. Where as Manson has no one to watch out for him." "(Judge) Right you are, as Sullivan's involvement just could be the deciding factor…" The cameras switch to Funyon in the ring… "(Funyon) Ladies and Gentlemen, the following is a tables match! Introducing first…" The lights go dark, as the fans rise to their feet, immediately breaking into a chorus of boos. Milky chanting can be heard as spotlights fly over the fans, and a single phrase is uttered over the arena's sound system… Why don't you ask me what it feels like to be a freak? "Demon Speeding" by Rob Zombie erupts from the speakers as pyro explosions run up the ramp, from ringside to entry way, ending with a final explosion and a flash of flames. Through the smoke, Jimmy Liston is revealed at the top of the ramp, and he raises a fist towards the crowd. As Liston begins walking down, Tyler Sullivan emerges from behind the entrance curtain and walks a few steps behind, as the two go down to ringside. "(Funyon) …being accompanied by Tyler Sullivan and hailing from Boston, Massachusetts! He weighs in at two-hundred and twenty eight pounds, and stands six feet, four inches tall! He is a member of The Decay, 'THE DEEEMON' JIIIIMY LIIIIIISSSTOONNN!" Liston slides into the ring and climbs the near turnbuckle, in the upper left side of the ring. He thrusts his fist into the air in time with the music, as Sullivan crosses to the opposite turnbuckle, and riles up the fans there, garnering a good amount of heat. Liston walks then climbs down and heads to his corner to confer with Sullivan. Their discussion over, Sullivan climbs out of the ring, as Liston's theme fades out. The house lights segue into a dark red hue and "Frankenstein" by the Edgar Winter Group hits, as the crowd begins cheering lightly. Manson emerges a moment later to a loud pop from the crowd, and he pauses at the head of the ramp. He throws up a fist in the air, just as Liston had done earlier, to a round of cheers. Manson lowers his arm and descends down the ramp, a smirk on his face. "(Funyon) And his opponent, hailing from Denver, Colorado! He weighs in at two-hundred and twenty five pounds, and stands six feet even! MMMAAAAANNSSSOONNN!" Manson approaches the foot of the ramp and rolls in under the bottom rope of the ring, as Funyon hightails it. Manson tosses off his leather jacket to the floor below, but Jimmy Liston doesn't give him a moment to get prepared, as he rushes Manson and the bell rings! ::DING DING!:: Liston takes down Manson with a tackle, and begins to fire away with piston-like rights to the face. However, Manson pushes Liston off and rolls away, coming up to his feet. With Manson slumped in the lower left corner, Liston charges in once again, but Manson catches him with a boot to the midsection, doubling Liston over. Manson brings his left arm up, and hits a forearm to Liston's jaw. He alternates that with a right jab, backing Liston up, before going back to the forearm once more, knocking Liston to the mat. Liston rubs his jaw and comes back up to his feet. Manson takes him by the arm, and pushes him back into the right side ropes. Manson brings Liston forward, and whips him across the ring. Liston bounces off the left side ropes, and Manson catches him with a knee to the gut, flipping Liston over the leg of Manson, landing him on his back. "(Judge) Manson taking charge now, showing why he's one of the better brawlers around." "(Ejiro) And one of the best at getting out of tight spots, as he just shoves Liston away in the first place, to start this offensive spurt. I doubt this'll last for long though.." Manson begins stomping and kicking at Liston's ribs, forcing him into the upper right corner in an attempt to cover up. Leaving Liston to tend to his ribs, Manson slides outside the ring, in front of the annouce booth to search for a table under the ring. As Matt Kivell checks in on Liston, Sullivan pulls Manson out from under the ring by his belt, and drags him hard into the face of the annouce table to the riotous boos of the fans! Manson's back arches, as he simply falls forward onto his stomach in obvious pain, daggers shooting throughout his spine. Sullivan picks up Manson and rolls him into the ring, as Liston gets to his feet. "(Ejiro) …because of Sullivan on the outside, who just now takes care of Manson quite easily…" "(Annie) Dirty pool. Sullivan shouldn't even be allowed down here. Not with the high stakes this match entails." Liston circles Manson, as he gets up to a vertical base. Liston wraps his arms around Manson's waist from behind, and attempts to pick him up for a german suplex, but Manson fires away with back elbows to the temple, staggering Liston. However Liston wraps his arms around Manson again, and on the second attempt is able to pick him up and throw him for the release suplex, Manson landing on his upper back. Manson is slow to get up, but does so regardless… 0MG D00DS LET'S D0 THE TIME WARP! "(Judge) Sullivan has just been sent to the back, after Matt Kivell caught him attacking Manson on the outside!" "(Annie) It's about time, as Sullivan has been a thorn in Manson's side the entire match." Jimmy Liston rolls Manson in, before turning the corner toward the entrance ramp and picking up a discarded table, sliding it into the ring. Manson begins getting to his feet, as Liston sets up the table in the lower left corner of the ring. He pulls up Manson by his hair, and places him in a standing headscissors. Reaching down to wrap his arms around Manson's waist, he lifts Manson up onto his shoulders, prepping for a powerbomb through the table, but Manson jumps down and onto his feet! Liston goes for a clothesline, but Manson ducks and gets a drop toe hold on Liston, driving him jaw first into the edge of the table. Liston favors his jaw, holding onto it as he turns back around to the inner portion of the ring, only for Manson to place him in a front facelock, while grabbing onto the waistband of Liston's tights. Manson hoists Liston high into the air for a suplex, but immediately brings Liston forward once again… ::CRRRUNCH!:: Driving Liston into the mat stomach first with a front sitout suplex! ::DING DING!:: "(Funyon) Your winner… MMMAAAAAANNSSOOONNN!" "Frankenstein" hits, as Liston lays outcold in the shards and splinters of the broken table, and Manson has his hand raised by Kivell… "(Judge) It was a tough match for both, but Manson finally puts Liston through with a Mind Bender! We'll be back with more Metal, after this." Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Longdogger_Pete 0 Report post Posted November 5, 2003 Spike has done the job So has Unknown Warrior Lions ate them both Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Longdogger_Pete 0 Report post Posted November 5, 2003 SJL Metal fades back in from commercial, the cameras coming back to life with a wide shot of the sold out Metrodome. The cameras zoom in on the crowd, panning over the sea of faces and signs that populate the arena, all of them buzzing with excitement at the show they have seen so far and ready and eager for more. The cameras eventually switch back to the announcers table revealing Judge, Ejiro and Annie, ready as ever to continue calling the action. Judge: Hello everyone and welcome back to SJL METAL! If you’ve just tuned in you’ve missed some great matches tonight but you’re just in time for our Main Event! Ejiro: And you better have some good excuses for missing most of the show! You missed out on the debut of a new SJL Superstar, a Tables match AND a Lions Den match! Annie: And great matches they were, but there’s still one more to go, and its for the SJL World Title! Judge: It certainly is, and in a few moments Aecas and the Insane Luchador are going to square off and see who gets to walk home with the belt tonight. Aecas has been after that belt for months but the strap has so far eluded him, can he take it off of IL tonight? Or will the Insane Luchador retain his belt once again. Ejiro: Still you have to wonder if IL is at 100% or not after that brutal match with the Unknown Warrior on Crimson. Annie: There’s not much wondering involved Ejiro, IL is tougher than coffin nails and he’s proved that on so many occasions in the past. Judge: Well both men are going to get a chance to prove how tough they are tonight, there are no rules in this Title Match and Minneapolis, Minnesota is about to get another taste of Hardcore action! “Gotta Get Away” by Offspring suddenly hits the speakers to a roar of approval from the fans as green and red pyros ignite all around the entranceway. Amid the music, pyros and deafening cheers the Insane Luchador steps out into the aisle throwing his arms up into the air drawing yet more cheers from the crowd. A grin splits his face as he sprints down the aisle slapping palms with fans on either side before sliding halfway into the ring, popping back up to his feet and mounting the nearest turnbuckle punching the air as Funyon raises his microphone. Funyon: Ladies and Gentlemen! The following contest is a Hardcore Match! For the SJL WORLD TITLE! Funyon pauses briefly as the fans erupt into cheers once more, the Insane Luchador grinning as he looks out at the crowd still standing on the turnbuckle, the SJL World Title gleaming around his waist. Funyon: Introducing first in the ring at this time! From Aston, Pennsylvania! Weighing in at 201lbs! HE IS THE SJL WORLD CHAMPION! THE INSANE LUCHADOR!!!!!!! IL unstraps the belt from around his waist and punches his hand into the air once more, holding the belt up high to the eager cheers of the fans, the Insane Luchador grins once more as he jumps back into the ring. Judge: Our champion is not looking any worse for wear after that brutal match on Crimson. Annie: He looks ready as ever Judge, and you can bet he’s ready to take the fight to Aecas tonight. Almost on cue the arena goes completely pitch black, a graveyard bell rings ominously as the cheers of the fans echo around the small arena. The Smarktron displays a figure shrouded in darkness, stabs of light highlighting the scales of a winding tattoo that spreads itself across his chest. The stabs of light travel slowly up the figures body highlighting the blank white orb of an eye as a deep voice reverberates through the arena speakers. "Are you scared?" The voice echoes for a moment before several voices speak as one. "He's here..........." Dark Funeral's “Dead Skin Mask” blasts out from the arena speakers as red lights begin to strobe around the arena, like an alarm system gone wrong - or a system that is warning of imminent carnage. Thick smoke boils up from the entranceway, filling the air and carpeting the floor, a blood red spotlight picks out Aecas as he stands deep in the depths of the smoke, an eerie silhouette will a large staff in one hand. Aecas raises the staff high above his head, a long wicked blade snaps forth from the staff to the cheers of the crowd, the Black Angel grins widely before moving back into the entrance way and pulling out a trolley full of weapons. Aecas starts to walk down the aisle pulling the trolley with him as he carries his Scythe on one shoulder, his dead eyes staring down at the ring. Funyon: And his opponent! From Shrewsbury, England! Weighing 315lbs! He is The Black Angel! AECAS!!!!!!!!!! Back in the ring the Insane Luchador is far from idle, leaping out of the ring IL wastes no time in dragging some items out of the ring himself several chairs, a stack of light tubes and a table come out from the depths, each to a pop from the crowd as Aecas makes his way to the ring. IL sets up the table quickly on the outside of the ring, slinging the first chair onto its surface and piling the light tubes on top of it. The Insane Luchador grabs the other chair and slides back into the ring a grin of his own stamped across his face as he urges the Black Angel to enter the ring. Aecas halts on the outside of the ring, staring up at IL for a few moments returning the grin before he drops his Scythe and grabs the trolley, the Black Angel hefts the trolley for a moment before tossing it effortlessly over the top rope, sliding into the ring and charging IL as the metal crashes onto the canvas. Judge: Aecas isn’t going to wait for the bell! Annie: And here we go! Aecas slides to his feet and lunges at his opponent but as quick as the Black Angel is the Insane Luchador is much faster, ducking under a huge clothesline and whipping around as Aecas rebounds off of the ropes. The Insane Luchador rears back and throws the chair straight into Aecas’ face, the metal seat cracking off the giants forehead and stopping his charge in its tracks, sending him staggering back against the ropes. IL keeps the momentum going rushing across the ring to the corner, the Insane One leaps onto the second rope, springboarding himself backwards. IL twists his body in mid air as he flys back into the ring, both boots connecting squarely with Aecas’ chin, knocking the giant sideways and into the other corner as Eddy long finally signals for the bell. DING! DING! DING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Judge: And IL is starting this match off quickly and painfully! Ejiro: Against Aecas its speed that’s going to count in this match. Annie: Not to mention all the weapons that are available tonight, Aecas is going to have a hard job beating Il, and vice versa, neither man wants to walk out of there a loser tonight! IL quickly picks himself up and is instantly back on the offensive, leaping forwards and smashing a Superkick into the jaw of the Black Angel snapping his head back and making him stumble out of the corner clutching his jaw. The Insane Luchador wastes no time, rushing to the corner he grabs the ropes with both hands, leaping onto the second rope IL uses the momentum to spring up to the top catapulting himself off of the top rope and back into the ring once again. Aecas turns around just in time to see a 201 pound missile come flying at him as the Insane Luchador takes the Black Angel down to the canvas with a perfect Crossbody, and IL wastes no time in hooking one of Aecas’ massive legs as he goes for an early pin. Judge: Beautiful High Crossbody off of the top by the Insane Luchador! Ejiro: Shades of Ricky Steamboat with that move, and he’s trying to put this one away early! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … TW……… Aecas easily kicks out before Long’s hand can smack the canvas for two, sending Il tumbling off of him as he quickly starts to get back up to his feet, the Insane Luchador is quick to get back up, and even quicker to plan his next move, rushing to the nearest corner and quickly scaling the turnbuckles once again. Annie: IL is going to have to do more than that to keep Aecas down for three. Judge: Yes he is, and he looks set to continue his aerial assault! IL waits for Aecas to turn around, leaping off of the turnbuckle when the giant finally obliges diving feet first for his huge opponent only to be denied as the Black Angel swats his feet away leaving him nothing but a hard landing on the canvas. Before the Insane Luchador can get his bearing Aecas is on top of him, two massive arms wrapping around the waist of the Insane One heaving him backwards and off of his feet with a huge German Suplex. Aecas releases his grip at the apex of the Suplex sending IL sailing backwards to land on his head and shoulders, the momentum flipping the Insane Luchador over and slamming him back down onto his stomach. Judge: And IL didn’t catch Aecas napping that time! Ejiro: And this is where IL is going to get into trouble, Aecas has got a chance to slow the pace down now, and if he does that then Il could soon be in a world of hurt unless he can speed things up again. Aecas is once again quickly on top of IL as the smaller man starts getting back to his feet a little groggy from the huge Suplex, the Black Angel wraps one huge arm around the head of the Insane Luchador grabbing his tights with his other. Aecas pauses for a second before lifting Il high into the air and dropping him back down to the canvas in one smooth fluid motion, driving the Insane Luchador’s head and shoulders into the canvas for a second time. Judge: Evenflow Brainbuster! Aecas is starting to get some flow of his own! Annie: And now he’s going for the trolley! Its time to break out the toys! Aecas moves over to the metal trolley reaching into its innards and pulling out a stack of light tubes to a roar of approval from the crowd, the Black Angel drops several of the tubes bunching two in his fist and moving over to the Insane Luchador who is doggedly getting back up to his feet. Aecas waist until IL looks up at him before he smashes the light tubes down on his opponents unprotected head breaking the tubes in half and sending shattered glass scattering across the ring. IL slumps back down to the canvas, both hands clutching at his forehead as Aecas tosses away the broken stubs of the light tubes grinning as the fans pop loudly as the Black Angel draws first blood. Aecas quickly steps through the ring ropes and drops to the outside, the Black Angel crouches and reaches under the ring searching for a few moments before he drags out a long metal section of guardrail. The giant hefts the metal before he slings it into the ring, narrowly missing the Insane Luchador before he bends down and retrieves another pair of chairs that quickly follow the guardrail. Judge: Aecas tossing a length of guardrail into he ring now; God only knows what he plans to do with that. Ejiro: I don’t think anybody knows what goes through this guys mind Judge. Annie: Shards of glass will be going through it in a moment! IL is back up and he’s got the light tubes! Aecas slides back into the ring standing up just in time to take a full fist of light tubes right to the face! The Black Angel staggers backwards into the corner, blood welling up from a myriad of cuts that now decorate his face, the giant’s blank eyes glare out from his bloody face, a grin starting to curl his mouth upwards as the Insane Luchador quickly grabs another chair. IL hefts the steel and charges at his giant opponent the chair coming up as he moves before smashing down at the cornered Black Angel. The chair crashes down on an empty turnbuckle as Aecas lurches out of the corner at the last second, rushing across the ring and rebounding off the ropes. The Insane Luchador hefts the chair for a second time and rushes to meet his charging opponent raising the chair once more to smash it into the face of his opponent. This time however luck is not with the Insane Luchador as the Black Angel’s right foot comes up, smacking the chair into IL’s bloody face and smashing the Insane One from his feet. Ignoring his opponent momentarily Aecas grabs the fallen chairs and begins to set them up in a rectangular shape before hefting the guardrail and laying it across the open chairs, keeping the metal supported a foot off of the canvas. Judge: What the hell is Aecas trying to orchestrate here? Annie: Nothing good for the Insane Luchador Judge that’s for sure. Back in the ring Aecas returns his attention back to his opponent, who is starting to get back up despite the hard chair shot he just endured, this seems to suit the giants plans as he pushes IL back into the corner, getting under his smaller opponent and lifting him up to sit on the top turnbuckle. Aecas quickly follows his opponent, climbing up the turnbuckle and wrapping one arm around IL’s head as he continues to move up the corner, taking his opponent with him. Both men make their way up standing precariously on the top rope for a moment before Aecas heaves IL upwards into the air, both men making a vertical tower on the top rope before they both plummet backwards right into the ring and right ONTO the suspended guardrail! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! Judge: Superplex right on that guardrail! Ejiro: You have to question the mentality of somebody who does a move like that Judge! He just hurt himself as much as he hurt IL! Aecas slowly rolls over after the huge impact, the guardrail bent in the center from the combined weight of both men as they crashed through it, the Black Angel drapes an arm over the chest of the Insane Luchador trying for a pinfall, but the attempt is quickly broken up by Eddy long as IL’s shoulders are not touching the canvas. Ejiro: And there’s another problem right there, he can’t capitalize on that move with a pinfall because IL is still on the guardrail! Judge: That’s a valid point Ejiro, but both men are already stirring from that hellish impact with the guardrail. It’s going to take more than that to put away IL. Aecas rolls off of the damaged guardrail, slowly getting back up to his feet, and action mirrored by the Insane Luchador, the Black Angel shoves the guardrails towards the ring apron with one foot as he starts to advance once again on the champion. The giant grabs the right arm of the Insane Luchador Irish Whipping him across the length of the ring into the ropes, Aecas stands his ground as IL rebounds and charges back towards him. Aecas’ hands shoot out, grabbing the Insane Luchador under the arms and hoisting him high up into the air looking for the Descent into Darkness. The world champion has other ideas however as his legs quickly wrap around the head of the Black Angel, IL quickly throws all his weight backwards, the sudden shift in weight taking his huge opponent clean off his feet and driving him back down to the canvas. Judge: And the insane Luchador blocks the Descent Into Darkness and comes back with a huge Hurracarana! Ejiro: He’s got to speed up the pace again Judge, and he’s got to do it now! The Insane Luchador is quickly back on his feet grabbing the remaining light tubes and piling them on top of the Black Angel’s chest before grabbing one of the bent chairs that now populate the ring. The Insane Luchador cracks the downed Aecas on the head with the chair, before he moves for the corner once again, shooting up to the top, the chair still clutched in one hand. IL looks out at the fans, holding the chair up to a massive pop before looking down at his opponent, the Insane Luchador gathers his wits and leaps off of the top once more clinging the chair to his chest as his crashes down on his opponent. The impact drives the chair into the chests of both champion and challenger, and driving shards of shattered glass into the upper body of the Black Angel, IL bounces off of Aecas from the force of the impact, his hands going to his ribs as his feet pound the mat in obvious pain. Judge: True Insanity! Ejiro: But again IL hurt himself executing the move Judge! He needs to pin Aecas and he needs to do it now! Aecas lays stock still, only the rise and fall of his now bloody chest giving any indication that he’s alive at all, after what seems like hours from his point of view, the Insane Luchador sucks it up, dragging himself forwards and laying an arm across the massive chest of his opponent. ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … … … TWO AND A HALF!!!!!!!! … … KICKOUT! Aecas still manages a strong Kickout, knocking his opponent off of him, the Black Angel slowly gets up to one knee a hand dragging over his chest, as he brushes away some of the glass shards that now decorate his skin, his face twisted in a worrying combination of pleasure and pain as the Insane Luchador rolls unnoticed out of the ring. Ejiro: See? What did I tell you, not only could he not make the pinfall quick enough, he couldn’t even hook a leg! Annie: At this point it doesn’t matter Ejiro, its still early days yet in this match and IL does not seem short of ideas tonight either! With one hand still clutching his chest the Insane Luchador crouches down searching underneath the ring for yet another weapon, dragging out the long recognizable shape of a ladder from beneath the ring, to the delight of the crowd. Judge: And now IL is bringing a ladder into this match! This environment just got a lot more dangerous for both men! IL drags the ladder into a vertical position setting it up right next to the ring as Aecas slowly begins to get back up to his feet searching for his opponent, the Insane Luchador scales the ladder quickly, perching on the top two rungs above the top rope of the ring as he waits for the right moment. IL tenses as Aecas begins to turn around and then launches himself off the top of the ladder at his opponent, the Insane Luchador flies into the ring as the ladder collapses outside, catching Aecas completely off guard. The Champion wraps an arm around the giant’s head in mid flight, twisting his opponent around with his momentum before smashing his head down into the canvas with a huge spinning Tornado DDT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! Judge: Jumping Tornado DDT! All the way from the outside of the ring down to the canvas! Annie: IL caught Aecas napping with that one! Ejiro: Yes he did, all he has to do now is COVER HIM! Back in the ring the Insane Luchador is doing exactly that, diving on top of his giant opponent and hooking one huge leg with both hands as Eddy Long drops down to count the pinfall once again. ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … TWO AND A HALF!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … TWO AND THRE-KICKOUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aecas kicks out of the pinning attempt once again, frustrating the Insane Luchador’s attempts at finishing the match once again; IL shakes his head in frustration before slowly sliding out of the ring once more to retrieve the fallen ladder. Aecas slowly starts to drag himself back up to his feet, the giant shaking his head violently and leaning against the ropes as he tries to shake off the impact of the DDT. The Insane Luchador picks up the ladder and climbs back up onto the apron of the ring, so intent is he on getting the ladder back in the ring that he doesn’t see the approaching Black Angel before it is too late. A huge Elbow to the side of the head sends the ladder clattering back down to the floor as IL reels, only just keeping a grip on the top rope as Aecas steps through the ropes and joins the champion on the apron. Another hard elbow rocks the champion back long enough for Aecas to step forwards, the giant bends down grabbing the Insane Luchador by the waist seemingly looking for a Tombstone but hoisting his opponent up onto his right shoulder. The fans, already on their feet and chanting from the action they have seen so far in this match cheer even louder as the Black Angel points down at the light tube laden table that IL set up himself at the start of the match. Judge: Aecas is looking to return the earlier favour from IL with that stack of light tubes! Annie: Here comes the receipt! With the Insane Luchador still on his shoulder Aecas takes several long running steps across the apron, leaping off the hard surface and diving forwards, driving IL back first through the table and the light bulbs with a huge Running Powerslam, dragging yet another fecal chant from the fans. HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! Aecas drags IL from the wreckage of the table and light tube and the now deformed chair that “cushioned” the champions fall and quickly pins him with a lateral press as Eddy long slides out of the ring for the count. ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … … TWO AND A HALF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … KICKOUT!!!!!!!!!!!!! This time its IL who kicks out just before the three, and this time its Aecas who shows frustration, dragging the Insane Luchador back up to his feet and rolling him into the ring, the Black Angel picks up the ladder and slides the steel in after his opponent before clambering back into the squared circle himself. Judge: Neither man as been able to deal enough damage to put one another out of this match yet but it can surely only be a matter of time now. Annie: We’ve said again and again at how tough these two are, but there’s a limit to everyone’s endurance. Back in the ring Aecas picks up the ladder taking it over to a corner and laying it horizontally on the ropes there, the Black Angel turns on his heel and stalks diagonally across the ring to where the Insane Luchador lies. The giant steps over his opponent and slowly begins to ascend the turnbuckles to the cheers of the fans, the cheers get even louder as the Insane Luchador fights his way back up to his feet, bleeding from dozens of small cuts in his back the plucky champio0n shoves Aecas’ feet away and crotches the giant on the top rope. Judge: Aecas is in dangerous waters here! IL steps in close, dragging a steel chair to the corner with his foot and wrapping an arm around the head of the Black Angel, he shouts out to the crowd getting a huge cheer in response, a cheer that doubles in volume and shock as he drag’s Aecas down drilling him headfirst onto the steel chair with a DDT from the turnbuckles! Judge: This is it! Its gotta be over now! Annie: You can see bloodstains on the chair from the impact! Aecas’ body is limp on the canvas as Long rushes over to make the count the fans calling along with each slap on the canvas. ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … … TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … … … TWO AND A HALF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … … TWO AND THREE QUARTERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … … … … … THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aecas barely kicks out of the pinning predicament to another huge roar from the fans as they see the bout is going to continue, IL stares down at Aecas shaking his head slowly before he starts heaving at his fallen opponent. The Insane Luchador is aided somewhat as Aecas tries to get back up to his feet, his features glazed as he slumps into the corner seemingly unable to fight back as the challenger ascends the turnbuckles once again in front of him. Judge: IL looking for another Hurracarana there… Ejiro: I don’t think he can believe that Aecas is still up, I can’t believe either of these two guys are still standing after some of the shots we’ve seen in this match! IL grabs Aecas’ bloody head with both hands, leaping off of the second rope and wrapping his legs around the Black Angel’s head as he tries for another Hurracarana, the Insane Luchador hurls himself backwards and stops dead as two massive hands latch onto his thighs holding him upside down. The fans go ballistic once again as they know that the Executioner is surely going to end this match, but the Insane Luchador is not done yet, showing amazing reserves of strength and flexibility IL flips himself back up to a sitting position on Aecas’ shoulders, quickly hammering punches into the bloody forehead of his opponent. Judge: IL trying to fight out of the Executioner! Whether you like the champion or not you’ve got to love his effort! Aecas weathers the storm of fists for a few moments before he charges blindly across the ring leaping into the air and pulling IL down off his shoulders DRIVING THE SJL WORLD CHAMPION THROUGH THE LADDER HE SET UP IN THE CORNER WITH A SITOUT POWERBOMB! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! The fans shake the arena with the seer volume of their voices as the chant echoes through the arena thousands of fans chanting at the sheer brutality of the move they just saw while thousands more sit dumbfounded amidst the roar, trying to believe what they just saw. Judge: Oh my god… Ejiro: That ladder has just been destroyed! Probably along with IL’s spine! Annie: Aecas has got him down! He’s got a leg hooked! This is it! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … … … … TWO AND A HALF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … … … … … TWO AND THREE QUARTERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … … … … … … THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! At the last possible second IL’s right shoulder shoots off the canvas to the astonishment and delight of all the fans in the jam-packed Metrodome. Judge: He kicked out! He kicked out! HE KICKED OUT! Ejiro: Unbelievable! I can’t believe he kicked out of that! The ladder is bent in half! How did he kick out of that move?! Annie: Aecas can’t believe it either! I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen the Black Angel look shocked in a match! Judge: Listen to these fans! I can hardly hear myself think! Aecas slowly shakes his head, the look of disbelief slowly fading into a mask of determination, he kicks aware the remnants of the ladder and plants a steel chair firmly in the corner. Grabbing the Insane Luchador by the hair the Black Angel pushes his opponent back into the corner, once again boosting him up to sit on the top turnbuckle, Aecas tears at the fastenings for the turnbuckle, eventually ripping away the padding and exposing the steel ring underneath. Slowly, painfully, Aecas ascends the turnbuckle to stand on the second rope, he wraps an arm around the head of the Insane Luchador his other seeking out the fabric of his opponents tights. The Black Angel slowly heaves his opponent into the air holding him vertically, his arms shaking showing that he is at the end of his reserves of strength. Aecas holds Il up for a long moment and then steps backwards off of the turnbuckles landing on his feet as the simple motion drives the top of the Insane Luchador’s head into the steel ring of the corner! Judge: Second Rope Turnbuckle Brainbuster on the bare steel! Annie: And Aecas is hanging on! IL jerks in Aecas’ arms but the giant doesn’t let go, he steps backwards a pace and drops Il straight downwards into a Sheer Drop Brainbuster, cracking the champions head off of the steel chair and sending IL’s limp body slumping down onto the canvas. Annie: Brainbuster on the steel chair! Judge: And will THIS be enough? My god what ill it take if it’s not?! Ejiro: He’s got the champ covered! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … … … TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … … … … TWO AND A HALF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … … … TWO AND THREE QUARTERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … … … … … THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DING! DING! DING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The crowd explode once again, forcing a few more cheers from their tired throats as Dark Funeral’s “Dead Skin Mask” explodes from the arena speakers, Aecas raises himself up to his knees his head thrown back, his cry of victory lost in the sheer wall of noise as Funyon’s voice is only just audible over the cacophony. Funyon: The winner of the match! AND NEW! SJL WORLD CHAMPION! THE BLACK ANGEL! AEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Judge: And finally Aecas has done it! He’s finally captured the gold that has eluded him for so long! Annie: Both of these guys took one another to the limit tonight! Judge: These two men gave you everything they had in their bodies here tonight, IL has nothing to be ashamed of walking out of this match a loser, he took the fight to Aecas from the word go and he made the challenger pay for ever step he took closer to victory! Eddy Long reenters the ring and hands the SJL World Title to its new champion, Aecas stares down at the belt for a few long moments before he look up and thrusts the belt into the air, both hands grasped tightly around the strap, letting out a roar of victory that’s answered by the fans as they celebrate the crowning of a new champion. Aecas slowly lowers the belt and turns around holding it loosely in one hand as he looks down at the body of the Insane Luchador, the former champion is still conscious and struggling to get back up to his feet. Very slowly the Black Angel bends down, offering one huge hand to his opponent, IL meets those blank white eyes for a moment before he takes the proffered hand, pulling himself back up to his feet with Aecas’ help. The Black Angel makes to move away but IL pulls him back, still clasping the giants hand, the Insane Luchador nods his head slowly and shakes Aecas’ hand firmly before raising the giants arm as high as he can, the fans cheering and applauding the gesture as far as the eye can see in the Metrodome. Annie: Now that takes a hell of a lot of class. Judge: The Insane Luchador showing respect to his opponent even in defeat and vice versa. Ejiro: Why are they shaking hands? Will somebody please tell me why?! Annie: It’s a little something called respect Ejiro, these two fought each other to a standstill, and Aecas only just pulled a win off. Ejiro: That’s still no reason to shake his hand! Annie: Shut up Ejiro! Stop trying to degrade what we just saw! Have a little bit of dignity will you?! Judge: It’s been a great show tonight folks, and we can only imagine what the repercussions of these events are going to be! But there’s one sure fire way to find out and that is to tune into SJL Wrath! This is "Judge Mental" William Hearford, Annie Eclectic and Ejiro Fasaki, signing off from the Minneapolis Metrodome. Goodnight Everybody! See you on Wrath! The SJL Logo flashes into life in the bottom right hand corner of the screen, the last shot of the night is a bloody but unbowed Aecas, ascending the turnbuckles and punching his title high into the air to the cheers of the fans as the picture slowly fades to black… Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
