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Goddamn it that sucks. Also, your sig pic makes me cry.

Use Poisoned Or Direct Connect.

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SJL CRIMSON CARD Date: Thursday, October 30, @ 6 PM EST Venue: Office Depot Center in Ft. Lauderdale, Florida Send Promos & Marked Matches To: Ace309 OPENING PROMO: Not called yet. EUROPEAN TITLE MATCH Landon “La Cucharacha” Maddix© vs Manson Description: Manson won the first fall in the match on Wrath, and he’s going for his shot tonight. WHO WILL WIN? Rules: Normal; DQ & Countout apply. Word Count: 4500 Send To: Longdogger_Pete WARMUP MATCH Aecas vs “Hollywood” Spike Jenkins Description: Aecas has a World Title shot coming up, but he won’t cash in tonight. He’s got to face off against Spike Jenkins, who could impress enough to get a shot of his own in due time. Rules: Normal; DQ and Countout apply. Word Count: 5000 Send To: Thoth MAIN EVENT NON-TITLE MATCH Insane Luchadore vs Unknown Warrior Description: IL gets no rest, having to face the new Unknown Warrior. The belt is not on the line, but pride is. Rules: Normal; DQ and Countout apply. Word Count: 5500 Send To: Ace309 3 matches... sigh.

Ah CvS 1. Jacked up beyond all belief. King comboing off of her punch throw. Blanka comboing his super ball after his bite (!), Ken comboing off of a Jab dragon punch. Nakoruru owning everything. Damn, I miss CvS 1.

(The camera whirls back to life, revealing the anxious crowd. The fans show off their colorful signs, scream, and do other odd things do get their few seconds of fame as the camera wades through the crowd. Finally it settles down right in front of the announcer’s table where the wacky combination of Justice and Rule with Annie Eclectic on commentary). “Welcome back! We are jam packed and all very eager for the main event- with Todd Royal’s first World Championship defense!” The fans all jeer as Annie steals Judge’s usual introduction. Judge acts like his whole existence has been rendered pointless. “Uh, yes, well, I believe Royal can beat IL. Again. For the third time.” He rubs it in the fan’s faces. “Good point, Luchador has yet to beat Todd Royal. Hopefully we can change that, right?” Annie rallies up the fans and even the fans have the slightest feeling of hopelessness. Ejiro snorts and says, “Oh you fans are so naïve- what will make this any different from the other matches?” “Well IL proved that his millionth title shot earned him the World title- I mean, hey, you never know.” Annie retorts. Ejiro nods his head in agreement, confusing many people. “You never know… maybe this time Royal could kick IL’s ass all the way to Afghanistan and get him lost for good this time!” He howls in laughter and the fans are less than amused. But before any more comments are made a very loud, bone-rattling yet steady drumbeat comes out of the speakers! The fans erupt in cheers for Offspring’s “Gotta’ Get Away.” White pyro explodes from all directions of the entrance ramp with random red and green shots being fired off in the mix! The fan’s cheers increase because Insane Luchador wastes no time on stepping out onto the stage! Instead of the cheery look that IL has recently sported he looks more focused and determined, his wild green eyes with multicolored streaks within are looking fierce. His face seems tight in anger, his jaw clenched and his fists surely clenched under the long sleeved black sweatshirt. His black hair with the random green streaks remains spiked up and he wears the same baggy khaki cargoes as always, along with the irreplaceable black worn down Orisis skate shoes. He throws his arms into the air regardless of his mood, pumping the cheers and his hands are balled into a fist. “Your challenger- from Easton, Pennsylvania… weighing in at 201 pounds… IINNNSSSAANNNNEEE LLLLLLUUUUCCCCHHHHAAADOOOORR!” Funyon’s booming voice barely tops the crowd’s cheering. Luchador suddenly breaks into the usual sprint, slapping the fan’s hands as always. He makes a diving leap at the edge of the entrance ramp, sliding perfectly under the bottom rope and into the ring. He rolls to his feet seeming more motivated as he makes a frog-like hop onto the top middle turnbuckle where he throws ups his arms again. “He seems very determined to get the win in this time,” Annie casually says. He hops off the turnbuckle and heads to the other one but mid-hop the lights turn off. Luchador audibly grunts and the fans groan loudly as they all know what this means. Ejiro acts like Jesus just stepped in the building. “Oh yes! Yes!” He pauses and listens to the angelic choir sing the low yet beautiful sounding “ah.” “Here comes our NEW S-J-L World Champion!” Even Judge is surprised and a bit perturbed. “Ejiro, don’t steal Funyon’s job.” Todd Royal wears the same sunglasses, the same singlet with blue flames, black and the trim, the black vest with “Todd Damn” written in blue letters on the black, with a smug grin and the World Title slung over his shoulder cockily he struts down the ramp. Annie clinches his teeth and grunts. “I really hope IL knocks that smile off for good.” “Gee, he never has seemed to be able to before.” Ejiro taunts the fans and the boos just won’t stop. Luchador grabs the ropes and points at Royal angry, only making Megan and Royal both laugh at IL. Rickmen barks loudly as he steps back to center of the ring, formulating a plan in his mind. “INTRODUCING YOUR S-J-L WORLD CHAMPION… FROM SAN DEIGO, CALFORNIA- WEIGHING IN AT 220 POUNDS… TTTOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDD ROOOOOOOOOOYYYYYYAAAAAALLLLLLLL!” Funyon announces. At the very edge of the ringside Megan takes off his belt and Royal makes a point of it to cradle the belt in his arms like the title was a baby. Skye wishes him good luck and Todd Royal smirks as he rolls into the ring. Standing back up he hoists the belt into the air and Matthew Kivell stands beside him, waiting to take the title. Todd Royal stares at Kivell blankly then slowly hands the ref the title. Matthew hoists the World Championship into the air and then calls for the bell. Royal turns and gets cracked in the jaw by a fierce punch! Royal reels back and Luchador lunges out, hitting a palm strike right into Royal’s sunglasses! They crack and split in half, one half falling to the mat. Todd stumbles back, grabbing the remaining piece and he tosses them away. Luchador pauses to kick the rest of the fallen sunglasses out of the ring before he leaps up with a knee strike! It lands right in Todd Royal’s gut and he doubles over. “Ha, IL is taking Royal down,” Annie says. “With a cheap start attack.” Ejiro says snottily. Luchador finishes his assault with a double axe handle to Royal’s head, sending Todd falling to the mat on all fours! With insane speed he brings his skate shoe right into Royal’s face! Todd falls flat onto the canvas, rolling over and clutching his face. Luchador wastes no time in grabbing Todd’s short, brown spiked hair. He tugs him to his feet using a kick to Royal’s ribs! Royal grabs his ribs in pain and Insane Luchador leaps out with a clothesline that knocks Royal into the ropes! He flips off and smacks down on his back on the outside with a thud. Andrew Rickmen gets right up the ropes shouting something resembling “That’s right.” “Christ, IL’s on fire,” Annie happily says. Royal, with assistance to Megan, gets right back to his feet, and he quickly rolls into the ring. He walks at Luchador, arms up and he takes IL off guard with a shin kick! Luchador lets his guard down and a palm strike smacks Luchador in the chest! Andrew takes a few steps back and Rickmen responds with a roundhouse kick that smacks the side of Royal’s head! Everyone winces as IL throws a very vicious punch right to Todd’s face, making Royal stumble into the turnbuckle. “Trying to out-brawl IL isn’t a good thing- IL takes pain well, loves to brawl, is great at brawling, and experienced at it. He’s too motivated to just give up, Todd needs to out smart, out wrestle.” Judge explains to everyone. “I also think IL has a personal drive to just finally beat Royal, it can’t feel good to lose the title- especially to a prick like Royal,” Annie says. Royal lunges out in a tackle but Luchador wraps his arm around Tod’s neck! With the headlock in Andrew Rickmen fights like it’s a barroom brawl, smashing punches to Royal’s ribs! After a few good whaps he falls to the canvas, hitting a quick DDT! Within an eye’s blink Luchador is up and already tugging at Royal’s arm to get him to his feet! But as Royal is pulled up he throws out his arm in a clothesline, using his momentum to knock Luchador off his feet with a clothesline! Rickmen falls right to the mat, rolling back up. Todd throws a palm strike but Andrew side steps it and turns around. He turns his back to Royal and throws his elbow back harshly, whacking Todd right in the face! Royal reels back and with fierce intensity Luchador grabs his wrist and whips him into the ropes! The SJL World Champion comes charging back at IL, watching Royal swoop down for a spear! So Insane Luchador leaps into the air with agility of a cat, leap froging over Royal! Todd straightens himself out, hitting the ropes again and this time charging at IL with his own free will. Luchador lands on both feet, whirling around and leaping in the air- confronting Royal with a dropkick! Todd gets shot back from impact, hitting the canvas and rolling back towards the ropes. “What explosive action. I really think Luchador’s just trying to prove himself best, trying to just beat Royal senseless to remind everybody he should be the top dog,” Annie predicts. Ejiro chuckles. “What do you mean should? Royal is superior to IL in every damn way!” “Then why is Royal the one wheezing while leaning against the ropes?” Annie rifles back, Ejiro shifts uncomfortably in his seats. Royal tugs himself to his feet running at Luchador, putting his arm out to soon for a clothesline! Andrew takes advantage of this- grabbing his wrist and hitting a knee to Royal’s gut. Rickmen slings the arm over his shoulder and very quickly hits a front facelock. He grabs the handful of Royal’s tights before he hoists him into the air! Luchador doesn’t drop quickly, just lets Todd’s blood rush to his head. “…Showing off his strength, limited strength, isn’t very like Rickmen,” Judge says, almost worried at IL’s point to show him being the best. “Now wait, it’s just because Royal is such a tough opponent he HAS to bust out this type of panache and crap.” Ejiro tries to reassure the few Royal fans. Luchador takes those few baby steps towards center of the ring and that’s when he falls to his back- hitting a brainbuster! Royal lies there as Insane Luchador covers over Todd and hooks the leg- “ONE!” The fans all hope. “TWO!” Royal quickly kicks out, realizing what’s going on. Still shaken he rolls away from Luchador, rolling towards the ropes. IL gets to his feet, not expecting much, and lets Royal pull himself up by using the ropes. Todd Royal turns around, staring at Luchador across the ring. Neither moves for a second, and then Insane Luchador breaks into a sprint at Royal! Right as Luchador gets ready to strike Todd ducks down, hitting a shoulder barge in his gut and then his excessive momentum causes Luchador’s upper-body to be planted onto Royal’s back! Todd springs up, launching Luchador high into the air! But on his way down IL clutches onto the ropes and the fans explode in cheers as Luchador comfortably lands on both feet on the apron like feline! Andrew Rickmen waits for Royal to turn around, almost laughing at Royal’s shocked face, and he leaps onto the top rope- “Leaps off, wrapping his legs around Royal’s neck,” Judge gives play-by-play. Royal grabs both of Luchador’s ankles but Insane Luchador causes Royal to turn to the side facing the center of the ring. But before Andrew Rickmen can hit the rest of the move Todd takes a big step forward and drops down, causing Andrew to fall right on his neck! “That’s why Royal is the SJL World Champion!” Ejiro exclaims. Luchador rolls away but yet gets right rolls to his feet. He clutches his neck in pain and the two for the first time collide in a grapple! Royal gets the advantage and slaps his hand on Rickmen’s back then followed by grabbing the wrist and throwing him into the ropes! Andrew Rickmen comes charging back and Royal wraps his arms around IL’s waist- lifting IL into the air and then hitting a spinebuster! The SJL World Champion grabs a handful of Rickmen’s spiked up black hair with the green streaks, tugging him to his feet. Royal goes for a kick but Luchador catches it! Before he realizes his mistake Todd Royal is already off his feet, using his free foot while airborne to whap Luchador with an Enzigiri! Luchador cripples to the ground and Royal lies over IL for the pin- “ONE!” “No way IL will give up so fast,” Annie says. Luchador kicks out quickly before Matthew Kivell’s hand even raises the hand back into the hair. Royal grabs Insane Luchador and gets him to his feet. Andrew Rickmen strikes back with catching a sloppy punch and hits a hip toss! Before Royal can even get back to his feet Luchador begins to stomp on him! Royal rolls away though and Luchador follows after. But Todd swoops down on both feet and leaps up- hitting a dropkick to Luchador’s kneecap! Andrew clutches his kneecap in pain, letting Royal to get onto his back and smashing both of his feet right onto Rickmen’s chin! Luchador reels back and to the thunderous jeers Royal kip ups to his feet. He charges at Andrew Rickmen who just smartly drops to his feet wrapping his legs around Todd Royal’s ankles at the ideal timing- hitting a drop toe hold! This causes Todd to hit the ropes across his throat and he falls back to the canvas. Luchador scrambles right to his feet and IL hops onto the second turnbuckle! With the swift speed only a veteran such as Insane Luchador could have he leaps off, throwing out his legs in the standard dropkick form! But Royal rolls away, allowing Luchador to land hitting nothing but canvas! Royal gets to his feet, Luchador launching to both knees in pain. Royal suddenly throws a stiff kick right to the side of Luchador’s head and he crumbles to the mat! Todd Royal swoops down and picks up Andrew Rickmen, shoving him back, trying to think of a way to capitalize the lead. “This two are fighting like dogs, Christ.” Ejiro comments. “Yes, the intensity is certainly there,” Judge openly admits. Then Luchador sees this chance taking a big step back and turning sideways- launching one leg up and sending his skate shoe right into Royal’s chin with a super kick! “Holy crap! The tide turns AGAIN!” Annie proclaims as Royal is send stumbling all the way to the ropes. Luchador charges at Royal, leaping out and hitting a flying forearm! IL collides with the ropes and clings on to prevent from falling to ringside, but Todd falls right out on the side near the announcer’s table! “Oh God,” Judge says shaking his head. Luchador slides to the outside Matthew Kivell making very little argument. He goes to the ringside ropes, starting the count- ONE! Andrew Rickmen grabs Todd Royal and tugs him to his feet. Megan rushes over but can’t prevent Luchador from whapping Royal’s head against the steel barricade! TWO! Andrew watches Megan Skye come running at Luchador and he grabs Royal’s tights- throwing him into Megan Skye! THREE! Rickmen quickly follows up by walking up to the announcer’s tables. Ejiro is hesitant to get out of the way, but Judge and Annie quickly escape back, hugging the barricade. FOUR! Luchador sweeps away the papers, pens, dislodges the TV monitors, and he points at Royal! FIVE! Andrew Rickmen walks up to Todd Royal and forces him to his feet. He clutches the back of his head and then leads him to the announcer’s table. “No you don’t!” Ejiro threatens. SIX! Luchador takes no heed and instead of throwing him against the table he clutches the TV monitor’s wires! He quickly wraps them against Royal and the crowd’s cheers slowly hush. “IL, whoa, wait!” Annie cries out, watching Luchador quickly tug on the wires. SEVEN! He then grabs Royal’s head and smacks it against the table against the television monitor! The glass breaks in a few spots and Luchador lunges out, sliding into the ring! Kivell gives IL a warning to keep it clean but Luchador just grumbles. EIGHT! Megan unwraps Royal from the cables and lifts him to his feet- politely shoving him towards the ring. NINE! Royal slides in breathing deeply. Luchador stands there, watching the dazed Todd get to his feet. With a fierce look in his eyes he bends over, hitting a headlock on the downed Royal! Luchador lifts himself up, forcing Todd up with the headlock. He moves to center of the ring along with Royal and he drops down for the DDT! The fans go back into cheers when Luchador tugs him back up for the Rolling DDTs! But before he can even fall for the second one Royal slips his head out of the hold. He cracks Luchador with a palm strike to his chin and he gives a half spin from such harsh motion. Rickmen refuses to lose the chance, grabbing Royal in a headlock like he was going for the bulldog! But Royal wraps one arm over and forces his way out- lifting Andrew Rickmen into the air and then hits a backdrop! Luchador’s head nearly lands straight on his neck and it’s only a few inches from being considered a backdrop driver! The announcers scoot back to their tables everyone adjusts back to their comfort. “What a reversal, of course he deserves to be the SJL World Champion!” Andrew Rickmen amazingly gets one knee, Royal staring for half a second in shock. On Luchador’s face is a psycho grin and Todd Royal grabs his hair, tugging him onto his feet! Insane Luchador throws a powerful yet wild punch, spinning around so Luchador is side to side with Todd Royal! The SJL World Champion wraps an arm around IL’s shoulders and grapevines with his leg and then forces Luchador back! He falls down also, hitting a Russian Leg Sweep! He hooks IL’s leg in hope to finish up the match- “ONE!” “I think Royal wants to get out of this match and quick!” Annie accuses. “TWO!” “Oh BS. He’s just making sure that IL isn’t down for the count yet,” Ejiro defends. Luchador easily kicks out and Royal mounts to both knees, running a hand through his hair. Rickmen rolls away from any further damage and gets to both feet- but is incredibly shaken. Todd Royal, with a gigantic sigh, gets to his feet and walks at Luchador. Andrew Rickmen leans against the ropes casually and on the outside Megan Skye grabs his ankle and tugs harshly! Luchador falls flat on his face and Royal quickly grabs two handfuls of Luchador’s spiked hair and drags him away from the ropes! Swiftly he sits on Luchador’s back and manipulates Luchador’s arms in a straightjacket and uses that to execute a camel clutch! “Smart move by Royal, just wear down Luchador who has been particularly fierce,” Judge comments on the match. Luchador thrashes his legs at the ropes but to no avail. With a grunt he begins kicking his feet back, weakly hitting Royal in his back. Todd Royal continues his attack, giving a cocky grin at Skye who leans on the apron with her arms propping her up like a damsel watching her hero from a balcony. But that perfect image is shattered as Luchador begins to turn his body weight to the side! Before Royal can react IL flops to his side and his legs easily hit the ropes on the perpendicular side! Royal gives a harsh tug before letting go, rolling sideways to his feet. He bounces up and down like a hyper boxer, waiting for the fight to continue. Luchador quickly gets to his feet, ducking under a sudden roundhouse kick attempt! Andrew Rickmen responds with leaping out with a right wide swing! It connects with the side of Royal’s face and Luchador quickly hits the similar punch but with his left hand on the other side! He then throws a kick followed by a more swift kick to each side of the ribs and soon Royal is standing there in pain, seeming helpless. But Luchador slows down with a jab, which Royal catches! He tugs Luchador in and raises his knee; IL’s gut slamming into it! He throws Luchador’s arms over in an “X” and with incredible speed hits a picture-perfect straightjacket suplex! He goes for the cover again- “ONE!” “TODD’S EYE!” Ejiro identifies the move. The fans jeer and hiss. “TWO!” The fans get steadily louder and more nervous. “THREE!” But Luchador kicks out, shaking his head off as if that cures pain. Royal grunts loudly and uses Luchador’s chin to pull him to his feet. The two grapple and again Todd Royal gets the upper hand. He hits another front facelock and grabs a handful of Luchador’s baggy khaki cargoes. With a big breath he tries to hoist his opponent into the air, but Luchador grapevines his leg around Royal’s! Todd Royal grunts loudly and attempts again. “He’s looking for The Trinity. He’s looking to end this one rather early,” Judge explains. But this time Luchador is lifted high into the air, but he shifts his weight and almost effortlessly slides out and lands on both feet! He wraps his arms around Royal in a waistlock! “This match just won’t slow down,” Annie comments, enjoying that fact. But Todd sends a vicious elbow that allows him to break out of the grip. He takes a quick step behind Luchador and hits his own waistlock! Judge says what every fan dreads. “He could be looking for his finisher- the ‘Todd Damn!’” Luchador fights but Royal seems to be ready to hit the steps for finishing off Rickmen! Some groans are heard, as Todd seems to have it all set, IL’s struggling seems less effort than before. Yet Luchador proves the fans wrong- he hits an elbow and then locks his arm around Royal’s neck! He tugs it onto his shoulder and he falls to the ground in a completely awkward and makeshift stunner! The fans explode in cheers as Luchador hooks the leg- “ONE!” Megan Skye hops onto the apron and seems to be attempting to enter the ring. Kivell sees this and is caught at a difficult situation, he pauses the count to scream at Megan. He rises the hand and Skye slowly steps into the ring- “TWO!” “GET OUT!” Kivell yells. “OUT NOW OR I THROW THIS MATCH AWAY TO IL!” “Christ, get out of there!” Annie yells, wishing she could just go in and tackle Megan. Skye slowly pauses then hops to the outside and by this time Royal’s shoulder barely flies up! The fans jeer loudly and Megan makes a taunting “Oops” face as Luchador gets to his feet. He glares at Megan and gives an “Eat shit” grin as he tugs her client to his feet. Andrew Rickmen gives a rather high pitched laugh at Megan’s concerned face as Luchador toys with Royal with a simple slap across his face. He two lightning fast jabs to Todd’s gut and Royal groggily doubles over. Andrew Rickmen suddenly breaks into a sprint and leaps onto the top rope, leaping off and throwing his body in a moonsault! But he continues the spin so he can position his legs for the leg drop and he comes crashing down leg first on the back of Todd’s head! Some claps are heard and a few chant here and there, but the cheers are nearly deafening! “WOW! What a move! Christ, IL really is busting out those show boats moves and just giving it all he has, not letting any moves really wear him down! He’s out here to win that title and prove a point- you may need the Devil himself to even remotely stop Luchador!” Annie highly praises. “...Last I heard IL and Satan are back on speaking terms after the huge fight over if IL put two cards down in the ‘go fish’ game that didn’t match.” Ejiro taunts. Luchador doesn’t even go the pin- instead he flops Royal to his back and positions him in center of the ring. He points to the turnbuckle and not one fan seems to have an objection! He walks at the turnbuckle, hopping onto the top turnbuckle and perches himself in that pose for a second. He stands on his feet throwing his arms in the air. He suddenly crosses his arms down and grabs the corners of his sweatshirt, peeling it off to reveal a rather tight black “Dropkick Murphys” shirt! The catcalls are loud as they would be in a New Jersey bar, and Luchador bends his knees- ready to take flight! Ejiro whines as Luchador tosses the shirt to the side and into the audience. “Is this the mandatory teenage movie sex scene? Christ.” He insults the way IL peeled off the black sweatshirt. Luchador leaps off and high into the air, flipping his body into a beautiful 450* Splash that only time and many attempts could perfect! Andrew soars down at the still dazed Royal but mid-air he sees the knees come up! Rickmen has no chance but prepare for the pain, landing chest right onto Royal’s knees! Luchador groans, clutching his ribs and Royal rolls away! “See what happens when you waste time and try to ‘woo’ the teenage girls?” Ejiro jeers. Todd Royal uses the ropes to get to his feet again and he grabs Luchador by his spiked hair! Luchador is tugged to his feet and Royal hits yet another front facelock! He then reaches out and hooks one of Luchador’s legs! Still dazed he stops and makes sure he’s able to pull it over before he arches over and hits a gorgeous Fisherman’s Suplex! He clings onto the leg, keeping his back bridged for the pin- “ONE!” “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Ejiro marks out. “TWO!” “THREE!” But the fans all burst into cheers as Matthew Kivell pulls up two fingers to show IL broke the pin in time! He lets his now sore body hit the canvas and he pants. Luchador finally sits up, Royal seeming surprised. With a grunt Todd scrabbles to his feet and acts before Luchador can do anything- he leaps into the air and throws a wicked kick to the back of IL’s head, hitting a Shining Wizard! “Now even I have to admit this- Luchador has really thrown Royal off-balance. Usually he’s more calculated, not all over the place like now, usually he has a game plan. Right now that game plan is do whatever it takes to defeat Luchador,” Judge comments through clinched teeth. Luchador crumbles right back to the canvas and Royal begins to grab at Luchador’s hair- but IL slaps the hand away! Andrew rolls back and springs to his feet, his left hand massaging the sore area on the back of his head. Insane Luchador leaps out, throwing a fierce and sudden kick to Royal’s gut! With a sudden spurt of adrenaline and motivation he hits a headlock! The fans explode at the sudden Evenflow DDT attempt! “Where the hell did that come from?” Annie wonders out loud. But Luchador’s attempts are futile as Royal slips his head out and drives his shoulder into Luchador’s chest- running and driving him against the turnbuckle! IL collides back first with a thud and Royal remains swooped down, hitting mini-spears with no pause in between. Luchador waits for he perfect moment, leaping onto the middle turnbuckle so Royal’s shoulder smashes against the steel ring post! Royal stumbles back a bit, still bent over and Luchador leaps out, flipping over! He lands back first and soon forces Todd to a sudden Sunset Flip! “ONE!” “ANOTHER move out of no-where!” Annie cries out in glee. “TWO!” But Royal suddenly lifts his legs up and sends them against Luchador’s shoulders! With a quick weight shift the pin gets reversed- “ONE!” Luchador’s arms clutch the ropes and the pin is broken. The two don’t waste any time getting up, IL leaning against the turnbuckle though in the start of fatigue. Todd Royal lunges out but Insane Luchador turns to the side and lets Todd Royal get walloped with an elbow! Andrew Rickmen steps behind Royal and hits the Full Nelson! He doesn’t speedily hop the turnbuckle this time-he barely even makes it. But Royal suddenly sends both arms over Luchador’s hunched over body and he flips Luchador over- who breaks the Full Nelson and gets driven back first into the canvas and Royal throws his legs over Luchador to hit a pin- “ONE!” “Yes indeed, he is the better wrestler.” Ejiro says so casually. “TWO!” Fans moan and groan. “THREE!” Ejiro screams. But clearly Luchador kicked out, causing a wave of relief among the fans. Ejiro simply grumbles as Royal has to roll away and he allows Luchador to get to his feet. Suddenly Luchador turns around and sees Royal come charging at him! He turns to his side and suddenly leaps out, hitting a super kick! Todd Royal only whirls around though in pain and before he can even hit the canvas Luchador leaps out and hits a bulldog! The fans explode in cheers as Luchador flops Royal over and gives an audible pant- “ONE!” “At least Kivell’s getting a work out,” Judge says dryly. “TWO!” “It can’t end this way!” Ejiro exclaims but the fans don’t seem to agree with Ejiro. “THR!” But Royal kicks out just in the knick of time, fans across the nation disappointed. Yet Luchador refuses to just allow Todd to recollect himself like Todd allowed IL- he grabs him and yanks Royal to his feet! He sends Royal reeling backwards with a hard palm strike to his face and a kick to his ribs! Royal stumbles across the ropes and involuntarily bounces back at Luchador! Andrew Rickmen throws out his leg and whaps Royal in the gut! The SJL World Champion doubles over naturally and Luchador locks in the headlock like he has countless times before. “The showboating was moved more to desperation with each opponent- I have to be fair and say both are very talented and worthy opponents,” Judge says each word as if it pains him to compliment IL. Ejiro just stares, baffled at Judge’s remarks. He leaps high into the air falling to the canvas in an Evenflow DDT! The fans erupt in cheers as Royal’s head just bounces off and he seems to finally be down! “PIN HIM!” Annie screams out a bit too loudly. But suddenly Megan Skye charges over the turnbuckle where Luchador is! She hops onto the apron and before Kivell can even respond she vaults into the ring! Matthew goes to throw the match out as Skye wraps her arm around Luchador’s head in a headlock! “That’s dastardly. Get a DQ win so Royal can retain, I think Matthew’s is actually aware of that fact.” Annie insults then points out. Skye then leaps onto the top turnbuckle and right before his arms sadly go to throw out the match she lunges out- trying to hit a tornado DDT! The fans all hiss but suddenly as Luchador’s body is forced to spin facing the crowd he grabs a hold of her back with both hands and he shoves hard! Megan’s grip is let go and she is flung to the outside where she lands back first to a sickening thud and the fans even wince! Kivell cocks his head to the side, unsure of what to do. With a shrug, he watches Luchador turn around- only to see a dazed Royal stumbling at him like a drunk. He swings with scarily good accuracy for just taking Luchador’s finisher- but IL ducks! Royal’s momentum and lack of control causes him to not withdraw his arm and body in time, allowing Luchador to step behind and hit a Full Nelson! Todd Royal, determined not to lose the title, starts to run back and sandwiches IL in the turnbuckle! But with a headbutt to the back of Royal’s head Luchador is able to hop onto the top turnbuckle! He leaps off and swings his body around as he hits the Brink of Insanity! “BRINK OF INSANITY! BRINK OF INSANITY!” Annie sounds like a heart attack may strike her very soon. The fans, however, explode in cheers. Luchador hooks the leg- “ONE!” “I! L!” The chant catches on. “TWO!” “THREE!” “NO!” Ejiro screams out, pounding a fist on the desk. “New World Champion! IL wins it right back, proving he is better than Royal!” Annie sums it up in her biased words. “Fluke… win…” Is the only coherent thing muttered by Ejiro. “Well IL has earned that World Title back, like it or not,” Judge glances at Ejiro who looks as if he’s going to foam at the mouth. “YOUR WINNER AND NEW S-J-L WORLD CHAMPION- INNNSSSAAANNNEEE LUUCCHHHAADDOOOR!” “Gotta’ Get Away” hits and the screen fades to black as Luchador snatches the belt out of Kivell’s hands and lifts it high into the air!

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"Hollywood" Spike Jenkins vs. Manson vs. Aecas SJL Wrath bursts back from commercial to the cheers of the fans, the cameras panning over the mass of humanity that has jammed itself into the Providence Civic Center to see Wrath. A multitude of signs bob up and down in the sea of fans as the cameras pan around the arena taking in the mass of fans that have seen two great matches so far and are eager for more. The camera view finally cuts away from the arena and shifts to the announcer’s table revealing Judge, Annie and Ejiro ready as ever to continue calling the action. Judge: Good evening everyone and welcome back to SJL WRATH! It’s been a good night so far and it’s fixing to get even better! Ejiro: I’m just thanking god we’re actually in a bigger arena, I was getting claustrophobia in the Flickinger Centre and those fans were far too close for my liking. Annie: Look on the bright side Ejiro, you got your pants back, which was a bright spot for everybody that night… Judge: Articles of clothing aside we still have two matches to come tonight including a rematch for the World Title as the Insane Luchador will be taking on the newly crowned World Champion Todd Royal! Ejiro: Todd elevated his game on Metal Judge and it paid off for him in a big way. Annie: Yes it did but he still has to get past Il once again in tonight’s Main Event, will lightning strike twice? Will the title change hand on this show as well? Judge: the only way to find that out is to stay tuned for our Main Event later tonight! But coming up first we have a Two Falls matchup to determine the next Number #1 contenders for both the European and World Titles! “Hollywood” Spike Jenkins, Manson and Aecas are going to fight it out for the right to face the European and World champions at a later date. The arena lights suddenly dim down, as a multitude of light blue lights begin flashing from the entranceway, as "King's Blend" by The Kottonmouth Kings starts up. After a few seconds, "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins 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, allowing the crowd time to cheer. White pyros explode from both sides of Spike, as he starts hopping around, getting warmed up. Spike makes his way through the pyro, and starts his journey to the ring. Funyon: Ladies and Gentlemen! The following contest is a Two Falls match! The First fall will decide the Number One contender for the SJL European Title, and the second fall will decide the Number One contender for the SJL World Title! Introducing first! Weighing 225lbs and hailing from Hollywood, California! “HOLLYWOOD” SPIKE JENKINS!!!!!!!! Spike makes his way to the ring as the fans cheer wildly all about him; he climbs up onto the ring apron, stepping through the ring ropes into the ring. As soon he steps into the ring, Spike pulls back the hood over his head, and holds his arms out, doing a little spin. Spike pulls the jacket off and tosses it ringside, and waits in his corner for the match to begin. The house lights suddenly drop to a red hue and "Frankenstein" by the Edgar Winter Group hits; the crowd rises to its feet and cheering even louder as they await the entrance of the second participant of the match. Manson finally emerges to a loud pop from the crowd. He pauses for a moment at the head of the ramp and throws up a fist in the air to another round of cheers, before descending down the ramp. Funyon: From Denver, Colorado! Weighing 225 lbs! He is MANSON!!!!!!!!! Manson reaches the ring and rolls in under the bottom rope, the fans cheering louder as Funyon announces him. As soon as Manson stands up in the ring he tosses his jacket to the outside floor before making his way to his corner seating himself and looking over at Spike warily as both men await their final opponent. The arena drops into pitch blackness for several long moments, a graveyard bell ringing ominously as the fans continue to cheer as the last man begins to make his entrance, the Smarktron displays a figure shrouded in darkness, stabs of lights 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 a lighting flash highlights Aecas on the Smarktron, a sadistic grin on his face. 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, inciting a roar of approval from the crowd as he begins to stride down the aisle. Funyon: Weighing 315lbs! From Shrewsbury, England! He is THE BLACK ANGEL! AECAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The fans erupt into cheers once more as the Black Angel grins thrusting his Flick Scythe into the air one more before he starts to walk around the ring, Spike and Manson follow their opponent with their eyes as he places his Scythe reverently against the Timekeepers table, before turning and moving towards the ring. The Black Angel jumps up onto the apron and steps through the ropes into the ring, glancing from one opponent to the other as the smile slips off of his face, to be replaced by an impassive mask, but its easy to see that the madness lurks just underneath the skin as the giant waits in the centre of the ring. Judge: All three competitors are in the ring and Eddy Long is ready to get this match underway, he’s signalling to the Timekeeper….And here we go! DING! DING! DING!!!!!!!!!!!! Spike Jenkins tries to start the match quickly, charging out of his corner towards Aecas, a brave move but not necessarily a smart one as the Black Angel turns around at the last second as Manson begins a charge of his own towards the Black Angel. Aecas twists around the charging Spike, wrapping two huge arms around his opponent’s waist and heaving him up just as Manson steamrollers in. The former Hate Machines intended Yakuza kick hits Spike square in the face as Aecas takes him up and over with a huge German Suplex! Judge: Yakuza Kick into a German Suplex! Spike never even knew what hit him! Annie: And the worst thing about that for Spike is that Yakuza Kick was originally aimed for Aecas! Judge: Intentional or not Spike Jenkins has got off to a very bad start in this match and that leaves Manson all alone with Aecas for a time! Manson wastes no time in jumping Aecas as the big man starts to climb back up to his feet, unloaded a flurry of punches and kicks into the head and chest of the Black Angel. The ferocity of the attack driving his opponent back towards a corner as Spike doggedly begins to drag himself up to his knees shaking his head from the huge double team move he just suffered. Manson finally succeeds in driving Aecas into the corner, continuing his assault with a stinging chop that draws a “Wooooooooooooo!!!!!!!” from the crowd, a second chop producing a similar reaction as Manson pull back for a third Knife Edge. Aecas slams a boot into the gut of the former Hate Machine, doubling his opponent over just long enough for him to step out of the corner knocking Manson down to his knees with a huge elbow to the side of the head. A second elbow crunches into Manson’s temple, sending him rocking back as Aecas grabs him by the hair, drawing his opponent back up to his feet. The Black Angel bends sideways, both arms wrapping around Manson’s waist easily lifting the smaller man off of his feet and dropping the former Hate Machine onto his shoulder. The Giant pauses for a moment before running out of the corner and launching himself into the air, his right hand grabbing Manson’s head and yanking it downwards as he Powerslams Manson into the canvas. Judge: Manson takes the fight to Aecas but get a Running Powerslam for his troubles! Annie: Shades of the late great Davey Boy Smith in that move Judge! Ejiro: Aecas fighting back but he’s not trying to get a cover here in the early going, which could prove to be a mistake later on. In this kind of match up you need every pinfall you can get if you want to walk away with anything here! Annie: Its early stages yet Ejiro and I doubt a single Powerslam is going to get the job done against somebody as tough as Manson. Aecas is already getting back up to his feet, dragging Manson with him, the giants left hand grabs the former Hate Machine by his throat as his right grabs his opponent by the crotch, slowly lifting Manson high into the air holding his opponent 8 feet in the air as if he weighs no more than a feather. Annie: We’ve seen this before! Judge: Aecas is going for the Mother F ‘n’ Bomb! Spike finally makes his presence felt in the match as he lunges at the Black Angel from behind, dropkicking the back of Aecas’ legs, suddenly bereft of his vertical base the giant topple backwards. The Black Angel hits the canvas hard, losing his grip on Manson in mid air and the former Hate Machine crashes down on Aecas with an impromptu splash, quickly hooking one of his opponent’s huge legs in the aftermath of the impact. ONE!!!!!!!! … … TW….. Spike quickly realises his mistake and rectifies it with a quick boot to the ribs, rolling Manson off of Aecas before starting to stamp down on his larger opponent. Manson quickly rolls back up to his feet, not taking kindly to the kick he just received the former Hate Machine runs into the ropes and sprints back across the ring, leaping over Aecas’ prone form with a quick somersault slamming his right heel into Spike’s head. The Hollywood Superstar hits the canvas hard as the Koppou Kick slams into his face, Manson is quick to get back up to his feet dragging Spike up by the hair and wasting no time in Irish Whipping him across the ring. Spike has enough presence of mind to jump over Aecas as the big man starts to get back to his feet rolling over onto his stomach and pushing himself upright. Spike rebounds off of the ropes and uses the rising Black Angel like a springboard, planting a foot on Aecas’ back and boosting himself up and over landing squarely on a surprised Manson. The Hollywood Superstar wraps his legs around Manson’s head, throwing his weight back and to the side, taking the former Hate Machine off of his feet with a swift Hurracarana! Judge: Brilliant counter by “Hollywood” Spike Jenkins! Annie: He used Aecas to his advantage and took Manson completely off guard with that one. But Aecas is almost back up to his feet and Spike had better do something quickly if he wants to keep his momentum behind him. Ejiro: That shouldn’t be a problem Annie; Spike can run rings around these two. Judge: true enough but as we’ve seen many times in the past, speed is not always enough to get the job done Ejiro. Spike rolls out onto the apron quickly getting back up and grabbing the top rope with both hands, the Hollywood Superstar waits until Aecas straightens up before using the ropes to leap up to the top, springboarding off of the top rope and driving both feet into the Black Angel’s face with a Missile Dropkick. Aecas goes down hard but immediately begins to get back up to his feet, but once again Spike is just to quick for him, rushing into the nearest corner and boosting himself up to the second rope. Spike watches as Aecas gets up, judging the moment and finally leaping off the second rope, his right leg dropping across the back of Aecas’ head driving the Black Angel face first into the canvas once again. Judge: Rocker Dropper off the second rope takes Aecas back down to the canvas. Spike is on a roll right now! Annie: He’d better watch his back because Manson is coming right back at him! Manson is indeed back on his feet and pounces on Spike while the Hollywood Superstars back is turned, wrapping his arms around his opponent’s waist and heaving him backwards into a German Suplex. Though surprised Spike is far from finished breaking Manson’s grip in mid throw and flipping his body backwards to land on his feet as Manson’s back hits the canvas. Manson quickly flips himself over and starts to get back up to his feet only to be met with a stiff kick to the chest rocking him backwards. Spike smashes another kick into the chest of the former Hate Machine before he back up a pace giving Manson a pair of fingers before darting forward to crack one last crushing kick into his face dropping his opponent to the canvas once more. Judge: Spike rolled out of that German Suplex attempt. Ejiro: And what about his counter attack? He just shredded Manson with those kicks! Spike raises his arms to the cheers of the fans as Manson lays limp on the canvas quickly stepping through the ropes to the outside he half turns and raises an arm milking the fans once again as he prepares for his next move, not seeing a rising and angry Aecas glaring at him. Judge: Spike moving to the outside once again looking to capitalise, he could be going for a Springboard Legdrop or a Splash here. Annie: Whatever he’s planning he had better do it fast because here comes Aecas! Spike turns back to the ring his eyes widening as he sees Aecas charging towards him, before the Hollywood Superstar can react Aecas is upon him diving through the middle and top rope and GORING Spike all the way out of the ring and to the floor below! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! Judge: Aecas just snapped Spike in half with that Gore! From the ring all the way down to the floor! Annie: That’s what Spike gets for too much showboating for the fans. Ejiro: If you don’t keep an eye on the third man in this match up you’ll end up in a world of hurt. As Spike just found out! Back in the ring Manson slowly pulls himself up t his feet shaking his head slightly to try and clearly, a pair of angry red marks sprouting on his chest courtesy of Spike’s sharp kicks. The former Hate Machine quickly moves over to the nearest corner clambering up to the top and crouching there as Aecas regains his feet on the outside of the ring. Manson waist until the Black Angel turns around before launching himself from the top rope smashing Aecas back to the mats with a huge Crossbody off the top rope! Judge: And all semblance of order is breaking down here! Manson just threw himself recklessly off of the top rope to take Aecas back down to the mats but he’s going to have to come up with something big if he wants to get the first pinfall in this match! Manson wastes no time, grabbing Aecas by the hair and physically dragging his huge opponent back towards the ring, the muscles on his frame bulging as he heaves the Black Angel back into the ring with an impressive show of strength as Spike also begins to stir on the outside. The former Hate Machine climbs up to the apron, walking along its length and climbing up the turnbuckle to sit on the top rope. As Aecas gets back up to his feet Manson’s arms shoot out, grabbing the giant by the hair once more and pulling him forwards into a headlock. Manson stands up on the turnbuckle and bunches his legs under him leaping off of the second rope and twisting his body around driving Aecas head first into the canvas with huge Tornado DDT. Both men lay on the canvas for a few moments as Spike Jenkins climbs onto the apron and ascends the top rope himself, Manson rolls onto his front and starts to pick himself back up leaving Aecas prone on the canvas and wide open for the Hollywood Superstar. Spike crouches on the turnbuckle for a long moment as the fans cheer louder and louder before leaping off the top, the Hollywood Superstar draws his legs and arms into his body in mid air before spreading them out wide as he hits a tremendous Frog Splash off the top! Judge: Five Star Frog Splash! That’s gotta be it to get the first pinfall! Spike quickly drapes himself over the top of the giant as Eddy long races over to count the pinfall. ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … THRE………………… And this time its Manson who breaks up the pinfall slamming a fist into the face of Spike who already winded from his Frog Splash tumbles off of Aecas leaving the former Hate Machine to dive on top of the giant and hook a leg. ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … TWO AND A HALF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … … TWO AND THREE QUARTERS!!!!!!!!!!! … … … THREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DING! DING! DING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Funyon: The winner of the fall and the Number 1 contender for the European Championship! MANSON! Judge: And Manson just stole Spikes pinfall! Ejiro: Brilliant move! He knew Spike would be hurting from that Frog Splash and he took advantage of it! Annie: Do they have a rest period now or do they continue on? Judge: There’s no rest periods in this match Annie! And Manson’s covering Aecas again! He’s trying to get both shots in one fell swoop! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … … … THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aecas kicks out at the last possible second, throwing Manson off of him and starting to push himself back up to his feet, anger starting to twist his face into a nightmarish mask as he slowly gets his feet underneath him. Annie: Aecas is getting back up! And it’s not a good time to be Manson right now! Manson shoots back up to his feet quickly, but not quick enough to avoid the lunging Black Angel, a huge knee smashes into the gut of the former Hate Machine doubling him over as Aecas pulls his opponents arms behind him in a double underhook. Aecas wastes no time in lifting Manson off of his feet, draping his opponent across his shoulder in a Canadian Backbreaker position before spinning around 360 degrees and sitting out pulling Manson from his shoulders as he does so and smashing the former Hate Machine’s face into the canvas! Judge: And there’s the Unholy Driver! A receipt for Manson! Aecas shoves Manson away and gets back up to his feet quickly turning and smashing a charging Spike Jenkins from his feet with a huge New Rock clad Big Boot. The Black Angel bends down and pulls Spike back up to his feet wrapping one massive hand around the throat of the Hollywood Superstar. Aecas pauses for a moment before placing his left hand at the small of Spike back, heaving him up into the air and holding him there by his throat for a brief moment before throwing him down to the canvas with a hard Chokeslam. Judge: And Spike Jenkins gets drilled as well! Aecas has both men down and is back in control of this match. Ejiro: And he had better work fast if he wants that World Title shot! The Euro already slipped him by! The Black Angel moves over to the nearest corner, stepping onto the first rope and begins to climb up to the top rope, turning himself around as he perches on the tope rope, the fans getting more and more audible as the big man goes upstairs. Judge: Aecas looking to end it all here. Annie: its always a bad sign when he goes to the top, he’s got several things he can do to you from up there and neither of them are pleasant. The Black Angel slowly stands up, balancing himself on the top rope before he dives off of the top, somersaulting his body forwards in mid air and finding nothing but canvas on the impact as Spike desperately rolls out of the way. Annie: As Darkness Falls! Judge: But Spike managed to get out of the way! High Risk moves are all well and good until you miss one! Ejiro: It can change the tide of a match there’s no doubt about that Judge! But Aecas doesn’t look to fazed by it. Annie: He looks even more pissed off than he was a minute ago! Aecas is already starting to get back up to his feet shaking his head as the camera catches a single curse from his lips, a curse that’s as creative as it is anatomically horrific. Ejiro: ……. He…he can’t say THAT on live TV! Annie: He just did Ejiro, that’s the beauty of being “live” you know? Spike Jenkins and Manson are also getting back up to their feet, the Hollywood Superstar grabbing his opponent by the arm and whipping him towards the ropes. The former Hate machine still has his wits about him however and reverses the Irish Whip attempt sending Spike careening across the ring and into the ropes as Aecas begins to close in on Manson. The former Hate machine bends down as Spike rushes towards him, the Hollywood Superstar wastes no time and leapfrogs over his opponent, and straight into Aecas’ waiting arms! The Black Angel’s arms wrap around Spike’s legs as he pivots 180 degrees on one foot and throwing Spike back down to the canvas with a hard Spinebuster. Judge: Leapfrog right into the Spinebuster! Annie: He’s got a leg hooked! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … TWO AND A HALF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … TWO AND THREE QUARTERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … … THREEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Spike kicks out at the last second, his right shoulder shooting off of the canvas and breaking up the pinfall, Aecas sits back for a moment before slowly getting back up to his feet, dragging Spike with him. The Black Angel steps behind the Hollywood Superstar, bending down and shoving his head between Spike’s legs standing up quickly with his opponent sitting on his shoulders. Aecas puts his arms between Spikes legs and reaches up to grab him by both wrists, not seeing Manson quickly ascending the turnbuckle directly behind him. Manson pauses for a moment before launching himself off of the turnbuckle smashing both feet into the back of Spike’s head, as Aecas jerks the Hollywood Superstar forwards, driving him into the canvas with the Assault Driver! Judge: Missile Dropkick right into the Assault Driver! Aecas just dropped Spike on his head! Aecas leans forwards, grabbing Spike’s arms and pressing them over his chest for a Darkness Pin as Eddy Long drops down to count the pinfall. ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … … THREEEEEEEEE-NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Manson breaks up the pinfall just in time, smashing a fist into the side of Aecas’ head, the former Hate machine pounds on the Black Angel as Aecas struggles back up to his feet. Manson steps in close turning his back to Aecas and reaching backwards to grab his huge opponents head in both hands ready to drop him into a Diamond Cutter, but its is not to be as Aecas’ huge hands slam against his back pushing him away and across the ring. Manson uses the push as extra momentum rebounding off of the ropes and hurtling back towards Aecas, ducking under a huge Yakuza Kick and quickly running to the ropes one more time. The former Hate Machine rebounds for a second time and charges once again just as Aecas lunges for him, the Black Angel’s hands shoot out, grabbing Manson by the armpits and throwing him into the air. Aecas steps backwards his hands reaching up and grabbing Manson’s jeans before he pulls the former Hate Machine downwards, Powerbombing him from seven an a half feet in the air the entire ring shaking as the giant sits out with his victim. Annie: Descent into Darkness! This one is over! Judge: Aecas has both legs hooked! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … THREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DING! DING! DING!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Funyon: The winner of the second fall! And the new Number #1 Contender for the World Title! THE BALCK ANGEL! AECAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aecas pushes Manson’s legs away from him grinning as Dark Funeral’s “Dead Skin Mask” begins to blast through the arena speakers once again warring for supremacy with the cheering of the fans as the Black Angel rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope and to the floor. Judge: And we have our new contenders! Manson will be taking on the European Champion while Aecas will have another crack at the World Champion! Annie: The only question is who will be the champion after tonight? Ejiro: You shouldn’t even need to ask that question Annie, Royal defeated the Insane Luchador once, he can defeat him again! Aecas retrieves his Scythe from the Timekeepers table and starts to slowly make his way up the aisle, the cameras switching back and forth between the walking Black Angel and the forms of Manson and Spike Jenkins who are beginning to stir in the ring. Aecas stops as he reaches the entranceway, turning around and lifting his Scythe into the air to the cheers of the fans, the blade snapping out before he points the staff down at the ring directly at Manson. The Black Angel smiles and nods his head in a gesture of respect before disappearing backstage once more as Manson slides out of the ring and begins his own trek up the ramp. Judge: Manson has nothing to be ashamed of tonight, he fought hard and won himself a well earned shot at the European Title! Annie: Spike’s leaving here with nothing tonight, but that’s never stopped him before. Ejiro: Who cares Annie, Todd Royal is going to have a new opponent to destroy when he retains his title! And that Scythe carrying freak has got a reckoning coming from our champ. Remember hat he did to Megan Skye? Judge: He Chokeslammed her as I recall. Annie: After she interfered in his match. Ejiro: that’s not the point Annie! Aecas can’t go running around thinking he can beat up on women! Annie: He didn’t think that, he reacted when provoked. Give us a break Ejiro, wake up and listen to what you’re saying. Judge: Well we’ll find out who Aecas’ opponent will be shortly, because the Main Event is up next! The New Champion Todd Royal will take on the former champ the Insane Luchador. Will Royal be successful in his first Title defence? Or will IL regain the belt he fought so had for? The Main Event is up Next!

The first scene that is shown when the feed returns to the Providence Civic Center is the black, shadowy form of the Unknown Warrior, standing in the middle of the ring, while the crowds around the ring talk amongst one another like he doesn't even exist. "Welcome back to the show folks." Annie calls out. "In the ring, as you can see, is the newest edition to the SJL Roster, the Unknown Warrior." She adds in. "What the hell kind of name is that?" Ejiro responds talking down to the man in the ring, as he keeps his focus solely on the SJL stage where shortly his opponent Landon Maddix will be coming down. "I don't know Ejiro, but that wasn't much of an entrance either…" Judge adds in. "Well, the crowds certainly don't care for him either way… it's like there's no one in the ring right now to them." Annie adds on also. "Well, this Unknown Warrior, as he calls himself will be facing off against Landon Maddix, who had a successful outing on Metal, when he captured the SJL European Championship from Todd Royal, who then went on to become our new World Champion." Judge informs. "Peh… Landon shouldn't even have gotten the European Championship… That little punk stole it from the better man, Todd Royal and he knows it." Ejiro replies coldly. "Well tonight though, the European Championship will not be on the line, as Maddix and this Unknown Warrior will be competing in a Hardcore match." Annie continues on. "Warrior will be at a definite disadvantage too, seeing as Hardcore matches are like a specialty of Maddix." She adds in, before her two counterparts can make some snide comment. While Warrior is standing still in the northwest turnbuckle of the ring, The opening chords of Marilyn Manson's 'The Fight Song' ring out around the arena and the crowd rise up to their feet in anticipation of the entrance for their favorite in this match, Landon Maddix. After a few seconds, the crowd lets out a long, loud pop as Landon runs out from the back and stops short on the top of the stage. After glaring out at the booming audience for a few seconds, Landon spins his entire body in place, finishing it off with a pose like that of Shawn Michaels, extending his newly won European Championship out in his left arm for the entire world to see. Quickly, Maddix makes his way down to the ring area, tagging the hands of several of his adoring fans at ringside. Maddix walks around the ring tagging the hands of the ringside fans as the music continues. Landon goes the entire way around the ring, tagging hands with as many people as possible, before leaping onto the apron in one bound, turning around, raising his arms out as the crowd chant along with the music... FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! Maddix then enters the ring and leaps to the middle rope, holding his hands up in the air soaking up the cheers from the crowd and the screams from the female fans in attendance. After taking a few moments to collect his wits, Maddix hops down from the middle rope, and looks over at his next opponent, The Unknown Warrior, who still hasn't moved a single muscle in the entirety of the entrance of his opponent. "The Unknown Warrior doesn't seem to be phased one bit by the flashy entrance of Landon Maddix." Judge notes. "Pfft… this newbie knows absolutely nothing about making a real entrance…" Ejiro grumbles. In the ring, Landon hands off his European Championship to the referee, who in turn places it neatly at ringside, out of the way of the match. Meanwhile, the two competitors of the upcoming match simply stare at one another, glaring into the eyes of his opponent, trying to get the all important mental advantage in a potentially brutal match. "Both men seem ready to get it on, so let's get this match going ref!" Judge calls out. Seemingly hearing the words of the announcer, the referee promptly signals over for the bell to ring, starting the match. Almost immediately, the Unknown Warrior breaks free from his 'trance' and quickly rushes the unsuspecting Landon Maddix, tackling him to the floor with a brutal take down, followed by half a dozen hard shots to the head of Landon, causing him to cover up out of pure instinct. "Peh… serves the little dweeb right… he wasn't thinking about his opponent trying to gain the early advantage in this match. Ejiro arrogantly states, as Warrior continues to wail upon the helpless Landon Maddix. After nearly a dozen hard shots to the head, the Unknown Warrior eases up on his aggression, and begins to lift the smaller opponent to his feet, using the shiny blonde hair on top of Landon's head as an 'incentive' if you will. Once on his feet though, Landon begins to furiously fight back against his aggressor, scoring with several key right hands to the gut, stunning the Warrior enough to bring him to the mat with a flawless Swinging neck breaker. After the move, Maddix rolls outside the ring to the apron as his adoring fans give him a loud pop for the turn of events here in the opening minutes of the match. "Nice swinging neck breaker by the young Maddix, cutting off the offensive that this Warrior had going." Annie exclaims. "Well from the looks of it, we won't be seeing too many of those types of moves in this match now." Judge replies, while his counterpart, Ejiro agrees. In front of the announcer's booth, Maddix lifts up the apron from the ring, exposing the underside of the ring, where carefully laid are several barrels of weapons, from Kendo Sticks to baking pans. With a grin across his face, Landon pulls out two barrels from the underside of the ring, while the fans at ringside stand up in anticipation for the carnage about to take place. While Maddix is busy with the weapons under the ring though, his opponent the Warrior had gotten a weapon of his own, stealing the seat of an unfortunate SJL worker. Slowly, as to not arouse suspicion, the Warrior moves carefully around the ring area, with Landon square in his crosshairs. "Uh oh… this one's gonna sting!" Ejiro chimes out, as the warrior lifts the chair high above his head. Once Landon turns around to face his opponent, he is met with the loud and resounding SLAM! of the steel chair, as it comes crashing down upon his unprotected skull. Every fan at ringside lets out a loud and evasive "OOH" of pain, as the Warrior slams the bent steel chair down upon the prone body of his opponent again, and again, and again. "The Warrior is just relentless in his attacks upon Maddix…" Annie lets out, as Warrior completes his fourth chair shot on Maddix in the span of thirty seconds. After one more chair shot, the Warrior drops down upon his opponent for a pin, hooking the leg. ONE! TWO! "Kick out by Maddix." Annie reports, as the adolescent superstar shoots his right hand high into the air, getting a rousing ovation from the fans. "Even with the number of chair shots he received it's still to early to try for a pin." Ejiro states. "But if this keeps up like this it won't be long until the Warrior wins." Judge replies. Not wasting any time, the Warrior lifts Maddix up to his feet, once again using the relatively short blond hair of Maddix, causing him to comply. Once on his feet, UW wastes no time in whipping Landon across the floor, directly into the steel steps in the corner of the ring, causing Maddix to hit with a ferocious impact shoulder first. Hitting the floor though, Maddix lands right on top of a kendo stick, unsuspecting to the Warrior. "What impact against those steel steps!" Judge exclaims. "Maddix is in real trouble here… Warrior is relentless in his attacks on Landon!" Annie adds in. Quickly realizing this fact, Maddix grabs a hold of the stick, and continues to play possum, lying there grabbing his shoulder in pain. Warrior quickly makes his way over to the downed body of Maddix, but receives a hard shot to the head from the kendo stick that Maddix had tucked away under him. Seeking revenge for the chair attacks that he suffered, Landon Maddix continues to pummel on the Unknown Warrior in retribution, hitting him half a dozen times before firing three hard kicks into the midsection of the Warrior. "Landon is getting revenge for what Warrior did to him before with these hard Kendo stick shots to the body." Judge reports. "Pfft… Warrior will rebound from these pathetic excuses for shots…" Ejiro arrogantly states. After two more hard shots to the chest from the now broken kendo stick, Maddix drops down upon the Unknown Warrior in a pin attempt. ONE! TWO… "Quick kick out by Warrior" Annie reports, as the Warrior powers out of the pin attempt with impressive strength, hurling the smaller man into the air over the referee's body. Slowly, the Warrior rolls over onto his side, clutching his stomach in pain, after the seven hard shots to it. The referee quickly scuffles out of the way as Landon gets up to his feet, and heads over to his still downed opponent. On the way Landon comes across a trash can lid lying on he ground. Quickly, Landon picks up the lid, and continues towards his opponent, who is now on his knees, still trying to catch his breath. Mere moments away from being stricken with the trash can lid in the hands of Maddix, Warrior fires two quick right hands into the gut area of Landon, momentarily stalling him long enough for the Warrior to jump into action. Warrior takes the trash can lid from Maddix and quickly bringing it down upon his prone head, dropping him to the floor. Quickly thinking, Warrior leaps up into the air, places the trash can lid under his folded up knees, and drops down upon the upper chest region of Maddix. "Beautiful move from Warrior there." Annie praises. "This guy is showing pretty good skill here against Landon Maddix." Judge admits. "Landon just sucks… that's why Warrior is doing so well." Ejiro contradicts, quickly getting an agreement from his counterpart, Judge. Meanwhile, Warrior slides over on top of Maddix in another pinfall attempt, hooking the leg again. ONE! TWO! THR… "Landon Maddix just gets out of the pin attempt there!" Annie calls out, as Maddix fires his right hand into the air seconds before the three count came down. "Landon is showing great determination kicking out of these hard blows from the Warrior." Annie adds in. "Yeah, that's true." Judge reluctantly agrees. Warrior fires a cold hard glare over at the referee as he begins to lift Landon up to his feet, once again using the blond hair atop his head. Once Maddix reaches his feet, Warrior begins to throw Maddix into the turnbuckle post, but instead Maddix quickly reverses the whip, and sends Warrior head first into the pole. Warrior hits the pole with a sickening thud, resounding throughout the arena, getting the usual "Ooh!" reaction from the crowd and the announcers. Upon hitting the floor, Warrior immediately grabs his head, and begins to roll around in agony, while several feet behind him Maddix reaches under the ring, and to the pleasure of the crowds, proceeds to pull out a long wooden table, with a large grin on his face. "Maddix just pulled out a table!" Annie exclaims. "We can see that, Captain Obvious." Ejiro sarcastically replies, getting a cold stare from the lesbian announcer beside him for his comment. "What??" He replies, acting totally innocent. With a wide grin on his face, and the crowds around the arena behind him, Landon proceeds to set up the table close to the body of the Warrior, who is still agonizing on the ground from the hard shot to the head. "What's Maddix got planned here?" Judge inquires as Maddix proceeds to lift the Warrior up to his feet, and places him lengthwise on the table. Just to ensure that his opponent stays down, Maddix lands two hard shots from his arm right in the midsection of the Warrior, taking the breath out of him. "Looks like Maddix is going to go aerial here!" Ejiro states, as the trio immediately recognize the coming situation. Content that his opponent will stay long enough to pull off what he has in mind, Maddix turns his attention to the ring, where he pulls himself up onto the apron and immediately turns towards the turnbuckle, while the entire crowd begins to rise to their feet in anticipation of what is about to happen. Step by step, Maddix hastily climbs the turnbuckle, desperately trying to waist as little time as possible. Once he is in position atop the northeastern turnbuckle, Maddix immediately leaps off and proceeds to turn his body around head to toe, with the Warrior square in his sights. With the entire arena exploding around the two, Maddix comes crashing down upon the Unknown Warrior with a simply amazing Senton Bomb, immediately causing the table to collapse, sending both the Warrior and himself down to the floor. "Death from Above! Maddix nailed it on the Warrior!" Annie exclaims while the fans all around the arena chant "Maddix!" at the top of their lungs. "Landon was lucky that the Warrior was stunned long enough to hit the move." Ejiro replies. "Very true, Fasaki." Judge concurs. Again wasting as little time as possible, Landon gathers his wits, and rolls over on top of the Unknown Warrior for the pin. ONE! TWO! THR… "The Warrior kicked out!" Judge calls out as Warrior shoots his left hand into the air just in time to stop the count. Landon stares at the referee in amazement that the match still goes on, with a slight look of desperation in his gaze. "Landon can't believe that Warrior kicked out of the pin, and frankly, I can't either… for any other man, that was a finishing blow!" Annie points out. Slowly, Landon brings the Warrior back up to his feet, as the man still grasps his chest in absolute pain. Landon quickly rolls his opponent back into the ring, desperately trying to think of something that will put this man down for the count. Suddenly, Maddix's eyes light up, as he discovers something that just might do the trick. Quickly, Maddix pulls up the apron of the ring, and hauls out yet another table, just mere inches from the devastating wreckage of the first table. "Just what is this man going to do now?" Annie asks as Maddix slides the table into the ring, quickly following it back in. Once in the ring, Maddix begins to go to work setting up the table, taking notice to the position of his opponent all the while. With the crowd in a buzz about what is about to happen, Maddix sets up the table so that the horizontal side faces the Southeastern turnbuckle. All the while, the Unknown Warrior has finally risen to his knees, trying to hold back the pain of the Senton Bomb he received. Realizing he has little time, Maddix makes his move over to the middle turnbuckle, and makes his move once the Warrior is up to his feet, and facing him. "Here Maddix goes with the Crash Landon! If he hits this, It's all over for the Warrior!" Annie calls out. Once the Warrior is in position, Landon leaps towards his opponent, ready to nail him with the tornado Downward Spiral. Realizing his peril though, Warrior jumps into action moments before the Move can be applied though. Warrior fires one quick, but successful foot up into the gut region of Maddix, moments before he came into contact with the Warrior, doubling him over. Acting quickly, the Warrior pulls Maddix up into a Hangman's DDT position, and in one swift motion, he leaps into the air and drives the neck of Maddix straight through the table, absolutely shattering the wood, along with the dreams of Maddix winning this match. "Hangman's DDT through the table!" Judge exclaims, as the crowd pops around the arena quickly change to a chorus of "OOH" as Maddix gets absolutely annihilated from the Hangman's DDT. "That's it for Maddix!" Ejiro chimes out happily as the Warrior simply drops down upon his opponent's chest for the pin count. ONE! TWO! "Three!" Judge exclaims as the referee's hand drops down for the triple count fall. "What a debut for this Unknown Warrior, defeating the SJL European Champion!" Annie calls out as the Warrior rises to his feet, raising his arms in triumph over the destroyed body of the European Champion. All around the arena, the entire crowd boos in dismay for the result of the match as the ring announcer calls out the final result of the match. "Short, but effective… that sums up the match we just witnessed here." Ejiro calmly states, as the Warrior slowly slides out of the ring, and begins to make his way up the ramp. In the ring the referee moves over to the downed body of Maddix, with the European Championship in his hands. The referee kneels down beside the body of Maddix and begins to check on his condition as he places the Title beside his right arm. "Well folks, stay tuned here on SJL Wrath, when we have yet another two falls match, followed by the World Title rematch we've all been waiting for!" Annie announces. Satisfied with the result of the match, the Warrior simply vanishes behind the SJL Backdrop on the Entrance ramp, while in the ring Landon Maddix crawls his way up to his knees, grabbing a hold of his precious European Title. "One thing is for sure… Maddix may still be the European Champion, but we all know that he is not feeling to successful right now." Judge calls out, as the cameras simply fade out to commercials.

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SJL CRIMSON CARD Date: Thursday, October 16, @ 6 PM EST Venue: Nationwide Arena, Columbus, Ohio. NOT THE GUND LOLOLOLOLOL Send Promos & Marked Matches To: Ace309 OPENING PROMO: Not called yet. TV TITLE NOT A HARDCORE MATCH Brian Bowers© vs. Jay Morrison Description: OKay guys. One more chance. Just write SOMETHING. If there is a double no-show, the TV Title will be declared vacant. Rules: Standard match, DQ & Countout apply. Word Count: 3500, but really, just fucking write anything. Send To: Tod deKindes SPIKE JENKINS USED TO BE MY FAVORITE WRESTLER MATCH Jimmy “The Demon Liston” vs Spike Jenkins Description: FUCKING WRITE SPIKE Rules: Standard match. DQ & Countout apply. Word Count: 4000, but again, see above. Send To: Longdogger_Pete MADDIX HAS EUROPEAN CONTENDERSHIP AND IT'S NOT ON THE LINE MATCH Landon "La Cucaracha" Maddix vs Dominic Korgath vs Craig McClennan Description: Maddix gets another shot at the Euro, but right now he can defeat Korgath and McClennan, if he can. Of course, Todd is gunning for World now, so that situation could get complicated... And so does this description header thing. Rules: Triple threat rules, first pin wins. Word Count: 5000 Send To: Thoth MAIN EVENT HARDCORE RULES SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE: Insane Luchadore Manson vs Aecas Description: IL gets thrown in the frey of the bloodiest main eventers. They will fley, rend, and tear. BLOOD VBLOODL VOLOEKDL BOPOLODLDO Rules: Hardcore rules. IL, you may choose to write a match if you feel like it. Word Count: 5500 Send To: Ace309

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My bad, there's only one hardcore match. Card edited. Hope it wasn't too big of an inconvenience.

Returning from the final ad break of the night, the crowd in the Gund is a buzz. The concession stands are practically barren and the restrooms dry as the SJL hometown faithful pack the aisles. Amped from a loaded show and fully aware of the huge main event to come, the Cleveland crowd is busting at the seams and hanging from the rafters. As the camera pans past signs that read “Landon’s Taking Off!”, “My Dentist Hates Decay Too!!!” and “IL is ILL!!!” we come to rest on the broadcast position where our trio of journalistic grapplers are roaring back to life. Annie: Welcome back to Wrath! What an amazing show we’ve had tonight! Ejiro: That’s right, and the finish line’s in sight! I have a very important meeting with Condoleeza Rice to get to. The fate of the good ol’ USA is at stake! Lets get this barrel rollin’! Judge: Not so fast, partner. We’ve got a HUGE main event left to go! The crowd suddenly explodes, erupting in cheers of anticipation as Funyon steps through the ropes, microphone in hand and decked in a tightly pressed suit. Annie: We’ve seen the TV title defended already tonight here in Cleveland, and a match from out #1 contender to the European title, Landon Maddix. But up next, Champion Vs. Champion! Ejiro: That’s right, paper champion Andrew Rickmen takes on champion of the people, Todd Royal!! Funyon: Ladies and Gentlemen…the following contest is your MAIN EVENT!!…This is a non-title, Champion Vs. Champion match with a 45 minute time limit! The raucous crowd suddenly turns hostile as the lights in the Gund drop to black. As a faint melodic chorus of praise filters through the arena, a spotlight shoots from the rafters, illuminating the curtain in milky white light. An explosion of sound soon erupts through the arena, however, triggering a catwalk of blue and white strobe lights and signaling the start of Motley Crue’s “Livewire”. Funyon: Announcing first…from San Diego, California…accompanied to the ring by Megan Skye and weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds…he is the reigning SJL European Heavyweight Wrestling Champion…TODD ROYAL!!! With guitar riffs and boos filling the air, the curtain parts and Megan Skye slides through. Dressed in a silver bikini top and a black miniskirt with “TODDESS” emblazoned on the rear, Skye twirls briefly before pulling back the curtain. Todd Royal bursts into the arena, a grin plastered on his face and the European Title plastered around his waist. Rushing to the ring, Royal blows off the fans and slides under the ropes. Brushing Funyon from his path, the European Champ runs the ropes as he waits for his opponent. Judge: This is a HUGE match for Todd Royal. If Royal emerges victorious tonight he cements himself atop the card of the SJL and gets himself a shot at the World Title! Ejiro: Eh, it’s not so big. Todd already beat the champ once, in that tag match on Crimson. Hell, he should be the world champ right now! Annie: You’re delusional… Judge: Could have told you THAT… Annie: IL was counted out of that match while Royal was on the other side of the ring, standing on the apron! Todd had nothing to do with that! Removing his vest and sunglasses in the ring, Royal taps his foot impatiently as his theme fades out and the lights come on. As the speakers spark to life again, however, the only sounds that can be heard in Cleveland are cheers. The Offspring’s “Gotta Get Away” blares through its opening chords, but the vocals are quickly drowned out by cheering Ohioans. With a palette of colored explosions against a background of white pyro, the curtain parts again. Funyon: And his opponent…from Easton, Pennsylvania…weighing in at two hundred and one pounds…he is the reigning SJL WOOOOORRRRLLLLLDDD HEAVYWEIGHT WRESTLING CHAMPION… “THE INSANE LUCHADOR”…ANDREW RICKMEN!!! Running into the entrance way, his wild hair spiked on its ends and his multi-colored eyes sparkling brighter in the pyrotechnic firestorm, Rickmen leaps into the air and throws out his arms in celebration. Dressed in an Alice in Chains T-shirt and a pair of cargos, the Insane Luchador surveys the crowd. After soaking in the adulation, the world champ takes off toward the ring, tagging dozens of hands on his way to ringside. With a leap to the apron and a fluid run to the turnbuckle, IL hypes the crowd even more by doing a back flip into the ring. Annie: And the SJL superfans in Cleveland are JACKED for the World Champion!! Ejiro: This is a big match for Rickmen as well, you know. Judge: Well, every match is big when you carry that belt… Ejiro: No, I mean IL won that belt on a fluke and has ducked every challenge thrown at him sense then. He needs to beat someone the caliber of Todd to prove he belongs. Annie:…Your idiocy dumbfounds me. With both men between the ropes, referee Sexton Hardcastle slides in to meet them. Taking the European belt from Royal and the World strap from Rickmen, Hardcastle turns to hand the belts to the timekeeper. Todd stops him however, spinning him around to inspect the SJL’s grandest prize. Raising his eyebrows in satisfaction, Royal pats both shoulders and raises his arms, throwing the crowd into another fit of boos. The frustrated official turns to Insane Luchador, offering the belts for him to inspect. With a smirk, IL declines, jumping up and down in place as Hardcastle hands off the gold and signals for the bell. *DING* *DING* *DING* Judge: And we’re off and running with our Wrath main event! Staring each other down, the competitors begin to circle the ring. Rickmen takes the first initiative, raising his right hand and offering a test of strength to Royal. Raising his eyebrows and smirking, Todd reaches up, slapping IL’s hand down and refusing to lock up. Annie: Look at that, that’s ridiculous. A test of strength would probably favor Royal anyway, he outweighs the champ by nearly 20 pounds. Why would he pass that up? Ejiro: You’re missing the point. If Todd accepts, he’s letting IL control the pace. Royal wants the psychological advantage as well as the physical one. Annie: Maybe I just don’t understand men. Judge: MAYBE?! Continuing his walk around the ring, Royal finally pauses. Raising both arms perpendicular to his chest, the European Champ steps forward, offering a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Rickmen smiles and spins around, smacking his foot against Todd’s outstretched hand and eliciting a yelp of shock from Royal. As Todd shakes his hand in pain, IL spins back around, grabbing him in a lockup anyway. Annie: Good strategy there by IL. He locked up with Todd, but not before establishing an advantage for himself. As Annie says this, however, the tide begins to turn. Royal, with the weight and strength advantage, begins to power forward, pushing IL across the ring. Rickmen tries to power back, but Todd breaks, spinning behind his opponent and locking his arms around the champion’s waist. IL briefly tries to power out of the waistlock, but Todd fires back with an axe handle to the gut to counter. Changing his strategy, Rickmen drops to the mat, sliding through Royal’s clasped hands and landing on his back on the mat. Rolling back, the Insane Luchador thrusts back his feet, mule kicking the shocked European champ in the jaw. Ejiro: Whoa, Rickmen just slid out of that waistlock and punted Todd in the face!! Annie: IL using his speed advantage to overcome the more powerful Royal! As Todd staggers back into the corner, IL springs off the canvas. Leaping into the corner and pinning his opponent against the turnbuckle, Rickmen raises his fist and begins raining blows down on Royal as the fans rally behind him. “ONE!” “TWO!” “THREE!” “FOUR!” “FIVE!” “SIX!” “SEVEN!” “EIGHT!” “NINE!” As the world champ raises his fist for the final blow, Royal steps out of the corner. Spinning his opponent around and planting him on the top rope, Todd cuts off the assault and interrupts the crowd- many of whom half-heartedly chant “TEN!” anyway. Reeling back, Todd steps in as he unleashes a stiff knife-edge chop to the chest. “WHOOO!” Judge: Back and forth match here in the early goings, with Royal currently on top, unleashing the knife-edge chops! “WHOOOOO!” The crowd reacts as Todd lays into his opponent with a second stiff chop, sending IL rocking and dangerously close to falling off the turnbuckle. An attempted third blow is cut off however, as Rickmen extends his legs, hooking Royal’s armpits. Falling backwards, over the ropes, the world champ takes Todd to the outside with a body scissors. The crowd erupts as Rickmen skins the cat, tumbling over the ropes and back into the ring. Annie: Modified rana to the outside by the Insane Luchador! Judge: And just like that, the tide changes. Annie: Who has the psychological advantage, now Ejiro? Before the US champ can respond, Andrew Rickmen delivers a showcase of his advantage. Running the opposite ropes, the world champ takes to the air, flipping over the top rope and taking out Royal at ringside with a somersault plancha. Judge: BEAUTIFUL plancha by Rickmen! The crowd is on fire for the champ in Cleveland! “RICKMEN!” “RICKMEN!” “RICKMEN!” Ejiro: Someone keep that idiot in the ring where he belongs!! Kipping up on the concrete, IL soaks in the cheers from the crowd before lifting his opponent from the ring mats and shoving him under the bottom rope. With a gleam in his eye, the SJL champ jumps up onto the ring apron, pointing at Todd and drawing a cheer from the crowd. Hopping up to the top rope, Rickmen springs off the cable and into the air. Contorting his body, IL cocks his arm and crashes down with an elbow drop. Annie: Springboard Elbow Drop by Rickmen! The champ’s soaring and he’s on a roll!! Ejiro: What is this, a gymnastics contest?! How ‘bout a hammerlock champ? Ever heard of a heel hook? Judge: The champ’s sticking with what got him to the dance, and he’s got Todd Royal staggering. Picking the European champion off the mat, Rickmen fires off a boot to the gut. As Todd doubles over from the blow, IL reaches in and applies a front facelock. Reaching down and grabbing a handful of tights, the champ jerks back, lifting Royal into the air. Regaining his bearings, however, Todd drops out of the suplex, landing behind Rickmen and locking in a waistlock again. Ejiro: Todd escapes! In an effort to head off any escape attempts, Royal extends his right leg in front of his opponent’s. Kicking back, the European champ trips up IL, planting Rickmen on the mat and holding tight to the waistlock. Floating over, Todd transitions into a headlock- grinding IL’s face into the mat. Judge: And now the tide has ebbed again. Royal has the champion grounded, taking away his aerial attack and dictating the pace. Annie: Royal’s spent his share of time in Mexico, but he likes to keep his matches on the mat. The more time spent in the air in this one, the bigger the advantage for IL. Even as Royal wipes the canvas with his face, Rickmen begins to fight out of the hold. Making his way to his knees, and then to his feet, IL pounds his foot against the mat to keep the crowd behind him. With a violent shove, the champ sends Todd to the ropes, breaking Royal’s grip. As Todd rebounds back at him, Rickmen leapfrogs over his opponent. Royal hits the opposite cables with force, and with a high leap, IL fires off a dropkick. Annie: HUGE Dropkick…NO! Reacting quickly, Todd hooks his arms over the top rope and puts on the brakes. Royal breaks out into a grin as his opponent crashes to the mat, but quickly releases the ropes and charges forward. As he reaches his fallen opponent, Todd hooks his legs. Rolling forward, Royal jackknifes IL to the mat. Ejiro: NEW CHAMP! ONE!… . . . . . . TW…KICKOUT!! Annie: New Champ?!? Todd didn’t even hit an offensive move! Hell, this isn’t even a title match!! Ejiro: Jeez, calm down, it was only a one count… As Annie sits, unable to respond to THAT comment, Sexton Hardcastle leaps off the mat, raising one finger into the air. The fans applaud as Royal is thrown from his opponent, and Rickmen rolls to his feet. Both men quickly regain their footing, but IL is the first to charge. Hooking his opponent’s arm, Todd blocks, arm dragging Rickmen to the mat and immediately cinching in an arm bar. Judge: Back to the mat by Todd Royal, trying to take away the offense and wear his opponent down. Annie: It’s not going to be easy to keep Rickmen down, however, IL can fly given even the smallest opening. Confident that he has regained the advantage, Royal slowly gets to his feet, maintaining his grip on his opponent’s arm the whole time. Once both men are standing, Todd works his way down Rickmen’s arm, spinning behind the champion and applying a hammerlock. “LETS GO RICKMEN! *clap* *clap* *clapclapclap*” “LETS GO RICKMEN! *clap* *clap* *clapclapclap*” As the crowd begins clapping again, building support for their hero, IL reaches his free arm up, hooking the European champion around the head. Leaping into the air, Rickmen tries to shift his weight and snap mare Todd to the canvas. Grunting, Royal shoves him off, driving IL to the mat with a hammerlock slam. “OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” As Rickmen cradles his left arm on the canvas, Royal wipes the sweat off his brow. With a scowl across his face, Todd plants the sole of his boot on his opponent’s face. Putting all his weight on that foot, the European champ spins to the mat, tearing the flesh across Rickmen’s face. Annie: Now THAT is just disrespectful. IL is practically a legend in the SJL and the world champ, who is Todd Royal to treat him like that? Ejiro: He’s your Todd and Savior, baby and the NEXT SJL World Champ! Prepare for the reign of Todd! As Annie continues to express her disgust, Royal takes a stroll over to the ring ropes. Reaching down, Todd takes the black terrycloth towel from Megan Skye, using it to wipe the sole of his shoe. As he tosses the towel down in disgust, Royal smiles at the jeers from the crowd. “ROYAL SUCKS!” “ROYAL SUCKS!” “ROYAL SUCKS!” Judge: Todd Royal wiping his foot off after the attack on Andrew Rickmen and drawing the ire of the Cleveland fans. Ejiro: He was simply wiping the “loser” off his boot. Its contagious you know. Todd wouldn’t want to catch it. Back in the ring, IL has risen back to his feet. Royal charges, looking for a clothesline, but whiffs as Rickmen ducks the blow. As Todd turns around, the world champ pivots, thrusting out his leg and firing off a super kick. Royal ducks this time, and as IL plants his foot again, Todd hooks his arm around Rickmen’s waist. Cradling IL’s inside leg, the European champion lifts his smaller opponent from the mat. Spinning Rickmen around, Royal leaps into the air, crashing to the canvas with a power bomb. Todd uses his legs to pin IL’s arms to the mat, struggling to keep him down as Sexton Hardcastle makes the count. ONE!… . . . . . . TWO!!… . . . . . THR…NO!! The crowd breathes a collective sigh of relief as IL powers his shoulder off the mat. Todd Royal rolls to his feet as soon as the count is broken however, and continues his assault. Peeling his opponent off the canvas, Royal hooks Rickmen in a front facelock. Ejiro: Royal was again seconds away from victory yet again. Todd’s proving to all these people that he’s better than that paper champ! Judge: The momentum has definitely swung in Todd Royal’s way, and decisively, for the first time in this contest. Taking a moment to disrespect his opponent even further by spitting on his back, Royal slowly begins to turn Rickmen over. Still clamping on the headlock, Todd positions himself back-to-back with the Insane one briefly pausing before dropping to the mat and snapping his opponent’s neck against his shoulder. Annie: Stiff neck breaker by Todd Royal, but he punctuates it by spitting on the world champ. That won’t do much to endear him to these Cleveland fans. With IL sitting dazed on the mat, Royal pounces again. Stalling only briefly to gather himself, the European champ circles his opponent and fires off a stiff shin strike to the arm. Rickmen winces in pain as he reaches over, cradling the arm that has already been the target of attack. Striking at the arm again, Todd smiles at the sounds of Rickmen’s pain. Cursing and shaking his arm, the Insane Luchador tries to get to his feet to defend himself. On the way up, Royal grabs the limp appendage, twisting it over his head and placing it over his shoulder before dropping to the mat. Judge: OH! Ejiro: Beautiful arm breaker by Todd! Annie: Usually we see Royal working over his opponent’s leg to set up the Wrath of Todd, but he’s just dissecting the arm of IL right now. You have to wonder if there’s a strategy there. Grimacing in pain, the world champion uses the ring ropes to pull himself to his feet. He barely has time to regain his bearings however, before Royal leaps on him, driving his knee repeatedly into the sternum of Rickmen and doubling him over. Judge: Todd Royal staying on his opponent like glue. He knows that all the Insane Luchador needs is a small opening and he’ll take to the air again. Not wanting to provide that opening, Royal hooks his opponent around the had. Grabbing the belt loops of Rickmen’s pants, Todd quickly lurches backwards, delivering a snap suplex into the center of the ring. As IL’s body bounces off the canvas, Todd is already rolling his hips and getting back to his feet. Pulling IL into the air at a more relaxed pace, Royal falls back again, dropping the world champion with a vertical suplex as well. Ejiro: Here comes the Trinity! Todd fires off the snap suplex and the vertical suplex, and that delayed vertical suplex may finish Rickmen off! Rolling his hips for a second time, Todd plants his feet on the mat. With a tug on the waistline of Rickmen’s cargo’s IL is once again parallel to his opponent. As Royal turns however, showing his opponent off to the crowd, the champ begins to tilt forward. Todd struggles to pull him back, but IL curls up, planting his feet in the chest of his opponent and pushing off- sending the European champ across the ring with a monkey flip. Annie: Modified Monkey flip by IL!! He blocked the Trinity and sent Royal sailing! That might be the opening Rickmen needs! Shaken, Royal scrambles to his feet with a look of shock plastered on his face. His eyes only widen as he stares across the ring, catching only a glimpse of IL before Rickmen’s foot collides with his face, taking him to the mat with a spinning heel kick. The buzz in the crowd grows as Rickmen kips up again. With a whoop of excitement, Rickmen mounts his fallen opponent, using his right fist to rabbit punch Todd’s face and skull. Royal kicks him off, but IL just nods his head, pointing at the corner and drawing an enormous cheer from the crowd. Judge: The Insane Luchador is going to the top!! Annie: The champ’s gonna fly! Todd’s tried to prevent this all match, but he’s defenseless to it now!! Scaling the corner, Rickmen hollers for the fans to get on their feet. The capacity crowd leaps up as one, but Todd Royal is more slow to get up. As the dazed European champ staggers to his feet, IL leaps from the top, soaring at his opponent with a body press. Annie: Majestic Cross body block by Insane Luchador! Royal extends his arms, trying to catch his flying adversary, but the impact is too sudden and too great. Rickmen’s body drives Todd to the canvas, and he hooks the leg as the referee hits the mat. ONE!… . . . . . . TWO!!… . . . . . . . THR… . . . . . KICKOUT!!! Rickmen doesn’t argue the count with Sexton Hardcastle, and pauses only briefly to shake the pain from his arm before peeling Todd off the canvas. In desperation, Royal reaches up, delivering a European uppercut to his opponent’s elbow and sends his opponent a few steps back. Todd only has time to mop his forehead dry, however, before Rickmen charges. In a flash, IL jumps high into the air and wraps his legs around the head of the European champ. Bending backwards and ducking through his opponent’s legs, Rickmen snaps his legs down, firing Royal across the ring. Annie: Huracanrana!! Judge: Todd tried to take away the arms of the Insane Luchador, but Andrew Rickmen responded by attacking with his legs, sending Royal flying with that rana!! As Todd lays sprawled on the mat, IL rolls back to his feet. Taking to the air again, Rickmen crashes down on his opponent, crushing Royal’s throat and popping the crowd again. The insane one immediately springs to his feet again, but before he can deliver another leg drop, Megan Skye pulls Todd from the ring. Ejiro: That’s right. Get out of there and don’t let that maniacal idiot get the momentum! As Skye and Royal confer at ringside, referee Sexton Hardcastle tries to warn Rickmen against climbing the turnbuckles. Ignoring the official’s warnings, IL scales the corner and turns his back to his opponent. Pointing at the rafters, Rickmen hurls himself backwards, flying towards Royal. Annie: MOONSAULT to the OUTSIDE!! “HOLY SHIT!” “HOLY SHIT!” “HOLY SHIT!” Both Todd and Megan are sent sprawling on the ringside mats, the crowd erupts in awe of their champion. Hardcastle slides under the bottom rope to check on the competitors as Rickmen begins to pull himself from the wreckage. Signaling to the crowd, IL pulls Royal off the concrete and slides him under the bottom rope. Rubbing his arm and wincing, Rickmen pulls himself onto the apron. Judge: Andrew Rickmen puts everything he has in every match and it shows. He put his body on the line there and it isn’t even a title match. Ejiro: Ya, but you have to question the wisdom of a move like that. IL’s arm was already weakened, and it looks like he may have jammed it on the concrete on that moonsault. IL doesn’t seem bothered however, as he climbs to the top rope again. Royal lays motionless on the canvas as Rickmen stands high above the ring again. Diving into the ring and somersaulting in mid-air, Rickmen rotates four hundred and fifty degrees in the air. Annie: 450 SPLASH!! *CRASH* The ring shakes as Royal summons his strength and slides out of the impact zone. The World champ collides violently with the canvas and Todd tumbles over him, cradling his arms and legs and pinning him to the mat with an Oklahoma roll. ONE!… . . . . . . . TWO!!… . . . . . . THR… . . . . Eeeee….NO!!! Ejiro: OH!! So close! Royal was inches away from victory again! Annie: Andrew Rickmen put his body on the line again, but this time it didn’t pay off as he misses the 450 splash and nearly gets pinned. Judge: That’s why they call them “high-risk”! Weak, but energized by the momentum swing, Todd Royal gets back to his feet. Jerking his opponent up by the damaged arm, Royal fluidly swings IL at the ropes, Irish whipping him across the ring. As Rickmen bounds back toward him, Todd plants his feet, hooking the world champion under the arms and slingshotting him over his head with a belly-to-belly suplex. Ejiro: NICE! As the Insane Luchador bounces across the ring, Royal collapses against the ring ropes, breathing heavily. Megan hops onto the ring apron and towels the European champion down, drawing more boos from the standing-room-only crowd. Judge: That’s the third or fourth time I’ve seen Royal towel off during this match. He’s trying desperately to keep up with the pace set by Andrew Rickmen and it’s taking its toll on Todd. Having caught his breath, Royal walks over to his fallen opponent. Lifting Rickmen from the mat, Todd circles behind him and uses his left arm to clutch IL’s right wrist. Grabbing the champion’s left wrist with his right arm and pulling Rickmen towards him, Todd signals for the Straightjacket suplex. Before he can complete the move however, Rickmen springs back to life. Freeing his right arm, IL spins away from Royal, scissoring Todd’s leg and draping him across the middle rope with a drop-toe-hold. The crowd erupts as IL scrambles to his feet and clutches the top rope. Flinging himself over the cables, the insane champion guillotines Todd’s neck with a leg drop. “I-L! *clap* *clap*” “I-L! *clap* *clap*” Annie: Every time Todd gets an advantage, IL comes right back and takes back the momentum!! This man is your world champion for good reason, he’s simply amazing! As Todd flops back into the ring, clutching his throat and looking significantly less than amazing, the Insane Luchador pulls himself back onto the ring apron. Sprinting across the apron, IL hops into the corner- mounting the top turnbuckle. The European champion gets to his feet and, spotting Rickmen atop the turnbuckles, charges in after him. IL kicks his legs out as Todd approaches, however, and doubles him over with a boot to the ribcage. Grabbing Royal around the head and spinning his finger around in a circle, IL takes off from the corner with a Tornado DDT. Halfway around, however, Royal lurches back, stunning Rickmen and planting him with a bridge. Judge: Tornado DD… Ejiro: NO! Spinning Northern Lights suplex by Todd!! ONE!… . . . . . . TWO!!… . . . . . . THR… . . . . . Eeeee….. . . . . NO!!!! Annie: Kickout!! Royal keeps pulling out desperation maneuvers, but he keeps coming up short. That has to give the psychological advantage to IL! Ejiro: It was SO CLOSE!!! As Ejiro bemoans the near fall, Royal collapses to the canvas, out of breath. Both men lay, chest heaving, on the mat as referee Sexton Hardcastle begins the count. Willing IL to get up, the crowd counts along with the official. “ONE!” “TWO!” “THREE!” “FOUR!” “FIVE!” “SIX!” “SEVEN!” By the time the count reaches seven, Andrew Rickmen is on his feet. As he pulls his opponent off the mat, the Insane Luchador pulls his thumb across his chest, yelling “IT’S OVER!!” Applause erupts from all corners of the arena in response, and Rickmen breaks a smile as he hooks Todd in a front facelock. Reaching down, IL hooks a handful of Royal’s tights in his tightly clenched fist. With a groan that shows his strain, Rickmen hoists the European champion in the air. He pauses only briefly, Todd’s body parallel to his own, before dropping back, drilling Royal’s skull into the canvas. Annie: Beautiful and deadly brainbuster by the Insane Luchador! Judge: The champion’s firmly in control now! Ejiro: And Rickmen floats over into the cover. Get up Todd! Get UP! ONE!… . . . . . . TWO!… . . . . . . . . THR… . . . . . Eeeeee….. . . . . THRE…NO! “OOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” The crowd sighs collectively as they realize Rickmen has not yet won the match, but quickly turn to cheering for the champ. As he pulls himself off of his opponent, IL looks pleadingly at Hardcastle, holding up three fingers and shaking his head in disbelief. Judge: ANOTHER near fall! Folks, we’re running close to the end of our TV time. If this match, for some reason, is not over by the end of the show, we will definitively show you the end of the contest next week! Ejiro: Ya, you’ll see Todd’s victory some other day. I’ve got important national security meetings people! Andrew Rickmen is determined to finish the match off immediately however, and pulls Royal violently from the mat. Lining himself up behind Todd, IL weaves his arms through those of Royal, clasping his hands together behind the head in a full nelson. As the crowd erupts in anticipation of what’s coming, IL charges into the corner. Annie: BRINK OF INSANITY!! As the pair nears the turnbuckles, however, Royal puts on the breaks. Powering out of the nelson, Todd spins behind his opponent and hooks a full nelson hold of his own. As Megan shrieks in delight, the crowd’s enthusiasm turns to horror. Ejiro: NO! TODD DAMN!! As Royal leans back, pulling Rickmen with him, the World Champ kicks his legs up and back flips out of the move. The crowd erupts as IL lands on his feet, while Todd just looks around incredulously. In one fluid maneuver, Rickmen charges forward and leaps into the air, coming down in a sitting position on Royal’s shoulders. Todd’s eyes widen as the Insane one dives forward. Hooking his feet under Royal’s arms, Rickmen rolls over the European champ, bringing Todd down in a victory roll. As IL slides under his legs, though, Todd drops to his knees, pinning Rickmen’s shoulders to the mat and shocking the crowd. Judge: Royal blocks the Victory Roll! ONE!… . . . . . . TWO!!… . . . . . . . THR… . . . . . EEEEeeee……. . . . . THREE!!! Ejiro: Royal wins!! We have a new world champ!! Annie: It’s a non-title match you dolt! Todd didn’t win anything! Ejiro: YET! It’s just a matter of time now, baby! He proved tonight he’s a bigger man than Rickmen and soon he’ll get his shot! *DING* *DING* *DING* “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!” The crowd is in shock as Todd slides off IL and collapses on the mat, exhausted. Sexton Hardcastle raises his hand of the mat as Megan slides into the ring with the European championship and the crowd erupts into boos. Funyon: Ladies and gentlemen…your winner…TODD ROYAL!! Annie: Andrew Rickmen had Royal on the run all match, and it was a fluke roll up that won the match for the European champ. These two men WILL meet again however, so this is far from over! Judge: You have to wonder, though. If IL’s arm hadn’t been hurting, would he have been able to hold onto the Brink of Insanity? If he had hit that, he would have never needed the victory roll. As the crowd rains down the jeers, Royal and Skye duck under the ropes and begin to drag themselves down the aisle. In the ring, Andrew Rickmen gets to his feet. Surveying the crowd and looking at his title belt, the Insane one smiles as the camera pulls away. Judge: That’s all for Wrath! We’ve seen it all tonight! Join us next time however, for MORE SJL ACTION! Court Dismissed!!!

The SJL introduction video fades away to be replaced by a wide shot of the jam packed Gund arena the SJL fans already on their feet and cheering as SJL Wrath kicks off with a bang, pyros exploding all over the stage and around the ring. The camera cuts to a sweeping view taking in the faces and waving signs of the crowd as the fans eagerly await the first match of the card. The cameras finally cut back to the announcer’s table revealing Judge, Ejiro and Annie ready as always to call the action, as they get ready to kick off the show. Judge: Hello everyone and welcome to SJL WRATH! We’re broadcasting tonight once again from the Gund Arena in Cleveland, Ohio! I’m Judge William Hearford III along with my broadcasting colleagues Ejiro Fasaki and Annie Eclectic and what a show we have for you people tonight! Ejiro: That’s right, Brian bowers and Jay Morrison are going one on one once more for the SJL TV Title and later on tonight we have Champion versus Champion as Todd Royal takes on the Insane Luchador! Judge: And it doesn’t stop there as Dominic Korgath will take on “Hollywood” Spike Jenkins and Landon Maddix will take on Manson later tonight! Annie: But first we have a real bloodbath to start things off tonight! A hardcore match between Daemon and The Black Angel Aecas! Ejiro: Bloodbath? There’s no guarantee of that Annie. Annie: With Aecas involved you can bet there’s going to be a hell of a lot of blood spilt tonight Ejiro. His or anybody else’s, the man does not care! Judge: That’s true enough, Aecas has been in a vile mood these last few weeks after losing yet another shot at the World Title and then losing to Landon Maddix in a shock upset on Metal! Abruptly Cradle of Filth’s “Ghost in the Fog” blasts through the speakers, the lights dimming and the fans are instantly on their feet, a loud chorus of boos thundering through the Gund arena as all eyes turn to the entranceway and the focus of their anger. Funyon slips into the ring almost unnoticed as Daemon steps out from the entranceway, throwing aside the corner as he begins to walk down the aisle. He flicks his dreadlocks away from his face ignoring the fans with contemptuous ease as he strides down towards the ring as Funyon raises his microphone for the first announcement of the show. Funyon: The following contest is a Hardcore Match and anything goes! Introducing first from Victoria, British Columbia! Weighing in at 210lbs! DEAMON! The booing of the fans gets even louder as Funyon announces the first participant in the match who takes the anger and hatred in his stride, sliding into the ring and popping back up to his feet. Daemon looks out at the sea of people around him before moving into a corner and staring down at the entrance as he awaits his opponent. Judge: This man has similar views to Aecas regarding pain, though he seems to see it as a gift while Aecas claims to have mastered it. Annie: We’ll soon see who has the better idea, and I can tell you now its not going to be pretty. Ejiro: Well get that Grim Reaper wannabe out here and we’ll find out! Annie: I wish you’d say half of this stuff to his face Ejiro. Ejiro: But that wouldn’t be any fun now would it? Annie: It would be for me… The arena goes dark for several long moments the fans switching from boos to cheers as they know what’s coming, a graveyard bell ringing ominously, the Smarktron displays a figure shrouded in darkness, stabs of lights 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 a lighting flash highlights Aecas on the Smarktron, a sadistic grin on his face. 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, inciting a roar of approval from the crowd as he begins to stride down the aisle to the ring. Funyon: And his opponent! Weighing 315lbs! From Shrewsbury, England! He is the Black Angel! AECAS! The fans cheer even louder at Funyon’s announcement as Aecas charges the ring, dropping his Scythe on the outsides and sliding under the bottom rope, the Black Angel is quickly back on his feet swinging a huge clothesline at his opponent. As fast as Aecas is Daemon is faster, ducking under the tree trunk like arm of the Black Angel and running to the ropes. Aecas turns around quickly, but not quick enough to avoid a pair of boots cracking into his chest as Daemon executes a textbook dropkick. The giant staggers backwards as Daemon leaps back up to his feet and sends Aecas reeling once more with a stiff martial arts kick to the chest. Judge: And Daemon is starting his one of hard and fast and he’s got Aecas unbalanced! Ejiro: And that’s exactly what he needs to do Judge, that’s the mark of a smart wrestler, keep your opponent off his guard and you can win a match with ease! Annie: That maybe so Ejiro but I just hope that for Daemon’s sake he’s got more in his arsenal than kicks. Another hard kick sends Aecas thudding into a corner, Daemon immediately charges at his huge opponent but finds Aecas more than ready for him, the Black Angel dipping one shoulder and grabbing one of his opponent’s legs. The giant straighten up and effortlessly tosses Daemon over the top rope and down to the protective mats outside the ring with a hard *THUD* Judge: Daemon dropped all the way to the outside. Ejiro: But he’s back on his feet already Judge and he’s going for some toys! Daemon scrambles back up to his knees glaring up at Aecas before throwing aside the ring covering and reaching inside pulling out several steel chairs, he quickly throws them into the ring piling them one on top of the other and reaches underneath once more pulling out a kendo stick and a barbed wire 2x4 to a small pop from the crowd as Aecas begins to climb out of the ring. Daemon throws the 2x4 into the ring before throwing himself at the Black Angel armed with the Kendo Stick sending it cracking across the side of Aecas’ face as the giant’s feet hit the protective mats. SMACK! Aecas’ head jerks back from the impact and he lunges at Daemon to be met with another hard shot from the cane, Daemon pressing forwards as he hammers the cane into the giant’s had again and again. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Daemon beats Aecas down to his knees with repeated stinging shots from the cane finally tossing away the splintered wreckage before stepping away and reaching under the ring once more. Judge: Daemon is really taking the fight to Aecas in the early stages of this match up! Ejiro: And he’s already looking for more things to his him with! Daemon finally finds what he is looking for as he pulls a bundle of light tubes out from beneath the ring, sliding them into the ring before grabbing two, one in each hand and advancing on Aecas who is rising up to his feet once more. The Black Angel looks up just in time to see Daemon swinging his right arm forwards shattering the glass against the Aecas’ head and spreading glass shards all over the mats as the giant slumps backwards. Daemon advances on his downed opponent and holds the remaining light tube in both hands breaking the center of it on the Black angels head and leaving him with two shattered halves. Aecas looks up slowly, his dead white eyes staring into Daemon’s and his hands come up urging Daemon on as blood begins to steadily run down his face from several deep cuts where the ragged glass dragged through his flesh. Judge: Aecas is urging Daemon on! He wants more punishment! Ejiro: This is where being insane doesn’t work very well for you Judge, its all very well wanting more, but then your opponent gives you more than you can handle and the bottom falls out for you. Annie: you know how much damage Aecas can take Ejiro, Daemon is going to have to do a lot more if he wants to keep Aecas down and down. Daemon looks down at Aecas for a long moment before smashing the two glass halves into the Black Angel’s temples opening yet more cuts on the giant’s face. Tossing away the broken stubs of the light tube Daemon quickly rolls back into the ring as Aecas starts to get back up to his feet, grinning as the blood begins to flow more freely down his face as he follows his opponent. Daemon is already on his feet stamping down hard on Aecas’ head to goad him on before quickly backing away into a corner as his opponent rises back up to his feet. As soon as Aecas gets back up to his feet he charges the corner, running straight into a pair of boots as Daemon snaps his feet up at the last moment. Reacting quickly Daemon jumps up to sit on the top turnbuckle wrapping an arm around the giant’s head, he pauses for a moment planting his feet firmly on the second rope. Daemon leaps out of the corner twisting himself and Aecas around in midair before gravity drags them both down planting the Black Angel’s head solidly into the pile of steel chairs! Judge: Tornado DDT on the chairs! Ejiro: And he’s got the leg hooked! Judge: Daemon ‘s trying to end this one early! ONE!!!!!!!!!!! … … TWO!!!!!!!!!!! … … KICKOUT!!!!!!!!! Aecas kicks out hard, sending Daemon tumbling off of him and already beginning to get back up to his feet, the Black Angel rubs at his bloody forehead stooping to pick up one of the steel chairs he snaps it open and places it in the center of the ring, just as Daemon slams the barbed wire 2x4 across his back! Aecas’ arches his back as the barbed wire bite into his skin, he turns around and only just manages to duck under a swing that would have torn his face off. Aecas slams a huge fist into Daemon’s gut, doubling his opponent over before the Black Angel straightens back up wrapping his huge right arm around the Canadian’s head, his left grabbing a handful of tights as he hoists Daemon bodily into the air. Aecas holds Daemon upright for several long moments before he drops him straight south……RIGHT THROUGH THE OPEN CHAIR! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! Judge: Brainbuster THROUGH the steel chair! Annie: Daemon’s had his fun and now its Aecas’ turn! And this is not going to be pretty! Aecas gets back up to his feet dragging a groggy Daemon with him, he kicks the broken chair asides before smashing a knee into his opponent’s gut, doubling him over before shoving the Canadian’s head down between his legs. Aecas leans forwards, wrapping his arms around Daemon’s waist before hauling him up to shoulder level, once again the Black Angel holds his opponent upright for a few movements before Powerbombing the Canadian Superstar into the canvas, shaking the ring with the impact. Adjusting his grip on Daemon, Aecas slowly lifts his opponent off of the canvas back up to shoulder height before slamming him down once more with another HARD Powerbomb. The Black Angel grins as he lifts Daemon up one more time, but this time reaches up to grab the Canadian by the head, dragging him down across his broad shoulders, holding his opponent by the neck and legs. Aecas slowly moves over towards the nearest corner, hefting Daemon on his shoulders before leaping into the air and spiking the Canadian Superstar into the corner with a Death Valley Driver! Aecas slowly gets back up to his feet, hooking Daemon’s legs underneath the top turnbuckle, suspending him in a Tree of Woe. Judge: Death Valley Driver into the corner! He could have killed Daemon with that move! Annie: It’s only going to get worse for Daemon Judge, Aecas is nowhere near finished with him yet! The Black Angel slowly slides out of the ring, crouching and throwing aside the ring cover before reaching in and grabbing something from the recesses of the ring. Ejiro: What’s this maniac going to pull out now? Aecas answers the question in everyone’s mind as he slowly pulls a barbed wire board out from underneath the ring o a huge roar of approval from the fans, the giant slides the board into the ring. Climbing back into the squared circle Aecas picks up the board and slowly walks over to Daemon placing the board wire first against his body before slowly walking across the ring and crouching in the opposite corner grinning wider as the crowd can sense what’s coming. Annie: The end is nigh for Daemon! Aecas charges across the ring and GORES the barbed Wire board into his opponent, snapping the wood in half as the barbed wire is driven into Daemon’s body from the force of the impact. HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! Judge: Oh my god…..did you just see that!? Annie: Daemon is just about done, there’s no way he’s going to kick out of that. Ejiro: You don’t know that Annie! Daemon is just as tough as Aecas! Annie: He doesn’t look it at the moment Ejiro. Aecas rips away the two halves of the board, revealing a very bloody Daemon, perforated by hundreds of small cuts who finally slumps out of the corner, collapsing to the canvas. Aecas rolls his opponent over and hooks a leg as Eddy long makes the count. ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … TWO AND A HALF!!!!!!!!!!! … … TWO AND THREE QUARTERS!!!!!!!!!!! … … … THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Daemon kicks out at the last possible second, the arena almost shakes with the thunderous boos of the fans as they were sure the contest was over. Aecas moves back up to his knees, looking down at his fallen opponent, still grinning widely at Daemon’s resistance before he grabs the Canadian Superstar by his dreadlocks and pulls him slowly back up to his feet. Ejiro: I told you Annie! Daemon isn’t going to go down that easily! Annie: We’ll see about that Ejiro, he doesn’t look like he’s in much condition to defend himself anymore. The Black Angel slowly drags Daemon into the center of the ring grabbing yet another chair and opening it up smashing the Canadian Superstar face first into the steel, leaving him propped up against the chair. Aecas quickly grabs the stack of light tubes that Daemon slid into the ring and piles them on top of his opponents head before moving to the corner one last time, the Black Angel boosts himself up until he is standing on the second rope making a throat slitting motion as he signals for the end. Judge: Aecas is preparing to administer the coup de grace! But what’s he going to do!? Aecas grins widely and slowly steps up until he is standing on the top rope, standing on the top rope perfectly poised before he leaps off of the top his arms held out at his sides like wings as his boots crash down on Daemon’s head and neck smashing through the light tubes and driving shards of glass into the bloody flesh beneath. HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! Judge: M Bison through the light tubes! Daemon is out! Aecas lands on the canvas and wastes no time in rolling Daemon off of the chair as the fans continue to rock the arena with their fecal chant, hooking a leg as Eddy long races over to count the pinfall one more time. ONE!!!!!!!!!!!! … … TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … TWO AND A HALF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … TWO AND THREE QUARTERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … … … … … THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ejiro: Yes! Yes! YES! Come on Daemon! Show that Scythe Carrying freak who’s boss! Annie: He’s a brave man for being able to kick out of that but I have to question the intelligence behind it. Ejiro Pain is a gift Annie! Daemon said that himself! Aecas looks down at Daemon once more, respect crossing his features for a moment before he pulls the Canadian up one more time, dragging him back to the center of the ring and standing over a pile of broken light tubes. The Black Angel shoves Daemon's head between his legs once more before making a throat slitting motion one more time, the crowd erupting as they know what’s coming. Judge: Aecas signaling for the end now! If he hits this its all over! Aecas leans down and wraps his arms around Daemon’s waist, lifting the smaller man into the air slowly, letting him flop backwards to hang upside down and at the mercy of his giant opponent. Aecas takes a single step forwards and leaps into the air, spinning around in mid air and driving Daemon head first into the broken light tubes with the Executioner! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … … TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … … TWO AND A HALF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … … TWO AND THREE QUARTERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … … … … … … THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DING! DING! DING!!!!!!!!!! Funyon: The winner of the match! THE BALCK ANGEL! AECAS!!!!!!!!!!! The fans explode into cheers as Dark Funeral’s “Dead Skin Mask” blast through the arena speakers, trying to make itself heard over the roar of the fans as Aecas slowly rolls out of the ring to the outside. A wide grins is still stamped on the Black Angel’s bloody face as he picks up his Flick Scythe, snapping out the blade and holding it high in the air as he begins to walk up the aisle the cheers of the fans echoing in his ears. Judge: What a way to kick off a show that was! We’re going to commercial now folks but stay tuned we have many more great matches to come for you tonight and coming up next Dominic Korgath will be taking on “Hollywood” Spike Jenkins! See you after the break! Aecas salutes the crowd one more time with his Scythe getting another huge pop for his efforts before the bloody giant disappears backstage, the cameras fading out as a bloody and perforated Daemon slides from the ring and begins to make his way slowly up the ramp.