janusd

....BAHAHAHAHAHAA. You guys = teh rock with this promo. And.... You boys ain't right.

TNT speaks! -- Mr. Galatea TAG MATCH Déjà Vu vs. Fugue and Janus -- Instruments of Destruction~! Though..why am I curtain jerking after winning a PPV? SINGLES MATCH Wildchild vs. Neilsen of the Jungle -- Hmmm...even though I know WC better...I'll go for Neilsen. NO DQ MATCH Jay Dawg vs. Johnny Dangerous -- JD! Which one? The DAWG~! US TITLE MATCH Mak Francis vs. Mike Van Siclen!! -- Mak to crush MVS like the jobber dog he is SUBMISSION MATCH ICTV NUMBER ONE CONTENDERSHIP MATCH Danny Williams vs. Ejiro Fasaki -- ...RULE~! RULE~! RULE~!

....I was thinking just the same thing.....bahahahaa....

*sits down next to the tequila-drinking donkey behind the counter of his liquor store, and proceeds to get high and drunk at the same time while watching the midgets beat "El Sucko Grande" all around the store* .....now this....rocks. (Y)

...that Jesus line is going to live with me my entire career, I swear. I kinda like it, though.

OMG0DZ~! My SECOND tag match ever...and my first was in the JL and we had to write seperate matches. But this time I have Foooooooooooooog on my side. (Y) Crush! Kill! Destroy! ...and the first person to come up with an overly ridiculous gimmick name for the pairing will die.

Mike, eat tasty neck-splintering goodness, for I defeated thee! ...and Dr. Pepper is teh suck *briefly considers doing a full-on analysis of the show - then decides he doesn't want to destroy his hands and brain*

Some time afterwards, a bronze Torana - completely done up for this event alone, looking shiny, impressive and new - pulls up. The owner of the car is for once riding in the back seat, having being chauffered to the event for once, and he slowly pushes open the door and steps out onto the carpet, rising to his full height. Janus is respledent in a tailored suit, black pants and black jacket merging quite nicely with the very dark purple shirt he wears, and a red tie finishes the ensemble. His long white hair is pulled back into a ponytail, lending him an almost refined air as he looks around with an almost bemused expression. Here I am. "Janus! Ladies and gentlemen, we've just been graced by the presence of the other recent addition to the SWF roster! Hey, Janus! Can you spare any words for us?" The giant scans the crowd that are behind the barrier, then looks down at Hardy for a long moment, almost ready to walk straight past him, but then deciding that he'd give the little interviewer a bit of his mind. "What is it, Ben?" "I'm sure everyone's wondering how you feel tonight! To be here in the SWF now, at a Pay-Per-View! And to be taking on Mike Van Siclen once more!" The giant rubs his goatee, barely visible in the bright lights due to the fact it was white, his wrestling gloves visible now on his hands, which had been until then stuck in his jacket pockets, before looking down at Hardy again. "I will admit, Hardy. To be here only months after my Junior League debut is surprising. But considering what I have done, who I have been through...I earned my right to be here. A Pay-Per-View is a big event, suitable for someone like me..." The giant stopped rubbing his goatee, bending to plant a hand on Hardy's shoulder. Remembering the last time the giant did this, Ben freezes, going pale, but he holds the microphone up to the giant's lips. "As for Van Siclen...well...we're playing by My rules now, Hardy. I'm going to show Mike why they call me the Hell Machine...but he'll just get confident. Then cocky...then lazy....then Dead." Clapping Ben on the shoulder and making him wince visibly, the giant straightens up to look at the arena in front of him, and then stalks past the interviewer with the slow and deadly grace he was known for, as Ben turns back to the camera. "And that was our other recent bumpee, Janus! Stay tuned to see what other superstars may have on their minds!"

Around 7,200 words, and I called it a day and sent it in. Yesterday my time, so I don't know what time it was here. One of these days I'll garner the ability to write a 10,000 word match, oh yes...

Donkey with a comically oversized sombrero - with tequila strapped to it like one of those beer hats. A horde of midgets who think MVS is teh suck. Enough illegal hash to make Crow jealous The largest liquor store you can find. The Panamian equivalent of MVS, so the midgets can beat him up.

Bwahahahahaha. *Judge runs in and makes Mike tap out in the Knockout Challenge* *Janus wins*

Mike Van Siclen vs Janus In the first ever Iron Australian Knockout Challenge!!! -- I'm hoping I can pull it out and finish Mike just to show him you don't mess with an Angry Australian Hoss. Frost vs. Neilsen of the Jungle A singles match for the ICTV Title! -- I know Frost better than Neilsen, so my money's on the Velvet Hammer. Only cause _I_ wanna crush him sometime. Jay Dawg vs. Wildchild In an unforgiving steel cage, for the very career of an SWF Superstar! -- Hardcore Maniac versus the guy who helped me win the Euro belt...via interference. I'll go with the Wildchild on this one. “Deathwish” Danny Williams vs. “The Franchise” Mak Francis In a 60 minute Ironman Match! -- No call. I flipped a coin and it landed on edge. “The Superior One” Tom Francis and Frost vs. Justice and Rule For the Tag Championships! -- JUSSSSSSTICE AND RUUUUUUUULE~! And the Main Event… EL LUCHADORE MAGNIFICO VS. TAYLOR NICHOLAS THOMPSON IN THE FIRST EVER TWO CONSECUTIVE FALLS MATCH!! -- ELM has held the title for a painfully long time. Kick his ass, TNT. I order you.

The TV screen comes to life, showing an empty wrestling ring. The dim light of the empty arena shines down upon it. A flash, and the arena is alive with people and lights, screaming and cheering. Then utter silence once more, an empty arena yet again. Another flash. Two superstars stand toe to toe, staring at each other, obscured in shadow. Two men who finally made it.... Time seems to be suspended as the two stand, and another flash shows the cheering, action-filled arena, then darkness again as the two stare. Said flash reveals the first superstar, with long black hair and day old stubble, cocky and confident. Mike Van Siclen, a confident warrior, battling for years to be on top of the game. "...I will make him tap.” Another flash. Long white hair frames green eyes and an evil expression on his face, and an impressive physique on his seven foot frame. Janus, a giant with the strength and willpower to take down all in his path. "I nearly broke your neck once. I'll finish the job this time." A stunningly long flash of light, and the two superstars look at the arena before turning their eyes back to each other. And we fade out to a stunning succession of quick shots..... ...Mike locking the Cardinal Sin Clutch in on Janus! ....Janus setting Mike up for the Dark Bomb! ....Mike hitting Janus with the Riot Act! ....Janus nailing the Rage Unleashed screwdriver off the top rope! A long and bloody battle, with never a clear victor... Janus stands in the ring with a microphone in his hand, glaring at the ramp where Mike Van Siclen stands. "Last time we played by your rules, Mike! Come and play by mine!" Mike Van Siclen walking towards the ring. As if forged from steel, the words "Iron Australian Knockout Challenge" appear on the screen and fade out, as Mike lifts his own microphone and stares up at the seven foot behemoth. "Anytime you want, big man!" Here it will end. Both men have been through the trial of flames... Mike Van Siclen, spinning around cockily on the ramp in his acid-green jacket... Janus, arms in the air, blue fire exploding from the turnbuckles... But who will come out From the Fire? SWF From The Fire 2003. Sunday 17th March. The flames are rising....

*cracks knuckles* Die, Mike.

Edited, 20th July 2003. Updated: Bio ---- Smarks Board Name: janusd Wrestlers Name: Janus Height: 7'2'' Weight: 350lbs Hometown: Sydney, Australia Age: 30 Face/Heel: Heel Stable: None Tag Team: Thoth Ring Escort: None Weapon(s): Anything that comes to hand. If there's no rules, he tends to bring the Equalizer (a black, barbed-wire cricket bat) Quote: "Confident. Cocky. Lazy. Dead." "You WILL feel my Rage Unleashed!" Looks - Ring Attire Janus always wears a pair of black boots and long black leather pants. His body is proportinately muscled for his seven foot frame, and on his hands he also has a pair of black fingerless gloves. He has long, shoulder-length white hair, that occasionally gets in his face. His green eyes are covered now, apparently with a pair of bright red contacts, making his eyes appear to glow. A small goatee graces his face, and a trio of long scars slashing across his chest completes his appearance. Looks - Backstage While backstage, Janus wears his usual black pants and boots, but drops the gloves and goes barehanded. He wears a deep purple shirt, that has a picture of him Rage Unleashing someone on the front. It's usually covered by his latest clothing addition - an ankle length white trenchcoat that matches his hair. On occasion, he will tie his long hair back behind his head to give himself a more dignified, but still monsterous appearance. Face Entrance The lights go out, and a spotlight settles on the stage as the gentle opening riffs of "As Darkness Falls" plays across the arena. The Smarktron shows a solitary figure standing in a room, looking out the window - occasionally changing angle. As the gentle riff turns heavy, lightning strikes outside the window to reveal Janus' face, yelling soundlessly along with the "ALLLLLLLLLLLL RIIIIIIIIIIGHT!" of the song. He steps out into the spotlight and walks towards the ring as the Smarktron flashes his name in a deep green colour, then switches through some of the devastating moves he's done so far in his career. He climbs into the ring from the apron and lifts his arms in victory, then waits for the match to begin... Heel Entrance Suddenly, the arena is plunged into darkness, and the crowd alternates between cheers and whoos into the darkness as the Smarktron shows an image of a young man, with his hair recently dyed white. As the strains of Fear Factory's "Resurrection" echo through the arena, cracks slowly begin to weave through the image, and blue pyros start fountaining up on either side of the ramp. Before Funyon can speak, the voice of Burton C. Bell carries through the arena. "Consumed with memories... That preceded today... Given a chance to bereave.. Life that's slipping AWAAAAAAAAAAAY!!" As the heavy riffs roar out of the speakers, the crack-riddled image explodes into fragments, revealing the face of Janus as he is now, with a scowl on his face. His name flashes up in green text, and it proceeds to play clips of some of his more brutal spots - interspersed with flashes of his name and "Magnificent Seven", as the giant steps out onto the rampway, lit only by a spotlight as Funyon lifts up his microphone. >Funyon Stuff< Janus stalks down to the ring, each set of blue pyros going out as he walks past them. Flexing his muscles, he climbs up onto the ropes and looks around the darkened arena before climbing into the ring and thrusting his arms into the air....and with a loud explosion, a pillar of blue fire explodes from each turnbuckle simultaneously as the lights come back on. Tag/Stable Entrance The arena goes quiet as the Smarktron shows nothing but a pure white backdrop, with blood dripping down it into what looks like a mirror. The lights on the stage, in the rafters, everywhere, begin to increase in intensity, obscuring all but the Smarktron. A voice begins to sing in soft Japanese. "Senketsu ni somaro mirai no toki Hageshiku modaeru honnou..." The blood almost completely fills the mirror on the Smarktron, and the beat of the song begins to pick up. Through the haze of blinding light, two silhouettes can be seen walking towards the ring - one small man dwarfed by a giant. Nothing but their black silhouettes can be seen, until the mirror on the Smarktron abruptly shatters. "BEAST...OF BLOOD!" And the lights return to normal except the ones around the ramp and ring, surrounding the forms of Janus and Thoth in a white haze as they stalked down the ramp side by side to the sound of Malice Mizer's "Beast of Blood". The Smarktron displays their most devastating moves and matches, as Funyon lifts his microphone. >Funyon< Climbing up into the ring, still surrounded by the white haze, Janus and Thoth turn their heads to look around at the crowd, until finally the light dies down to something manageable and "Beast of Blood" fades out... Stats Strength: 9 (Can throw almost anyone around with terrifying ease. Get into his weight range and it's not that easy, but he can still do it) Speed: 2 (He's no turbo-man. He relies on his power and resilience to see things through) Vitality: 7 (Takes a licking and keeps on ticking. Hit him with all you have and he'll keep coming back. Especially if you let him rest) Charisma: 2 (He's good looking, for a seven footer. Just not the most motivated speaker. Actions speak louder than words) Style: Power-based. Signature Moves Chokeslam (commonly leads right into a blatant choke) "Eternal Twilight" - Implant DDT Full Nelson Suplex High-Angle Spinebuster The Gore "Hell Crush" - Arm-Capture Bearhug (He wraps his arms around their torso, pinning their arms by their sides, and attempts to just flat-out crush their ribcage) Common Moves Single Arm DDT Inverted Atomic Drop Pendulum Backbreaker Big Boot "Chaos Theory" - Gorilla Press Slam Whirl Sideslam Death Valley Driver Full Nelson Drop Shoulder Breaker (Laws of Janus Physics #1 - this move is always attempted as a crossbody/moonsault on standing Janus counter) Standing Legdrop Basic Head/Neck/Torso Submissions Sit-Down Powerbomb (Laws of Janus Physics #2 - this move is always attempted as a hurricanrana counter) Rare Moves During a #1 Contender/Title match, or big feuds, these become a little more common. Frog Splash "Darkness Falls" - Tombstone Piledriver from the top rope (After his European Title match, Janus noted that this move was very difficult to set up, and thus this has become a 'move of convienence', to be done if his opponent sits him on the top rope...you get the idea.) "Knuckle Bomb" - basically a full powered, not-faked, pissed off megapunch to the face or body. Knockout blow to the head, or serious muscle cramps if he goes for the body. "The Chains" - normally a big man doesn't chain moves together. Janus occasionally does, in moves he's nicknamed 'The Chains'. He relies on the impact to keep people stunned as opposed to doing them quickly, and rarely busts out one of the following combinations. -- of Pain: Full-Nelson Suplex -> Full-Nelson Suplex -> Released Full-Nelson Suplex -- of Agony: Shoulder Breaker -> Shoulder Breaker-> Spinning Tombstone Piledriver -- of Defeat: Chokeslam -> Lift-Up into Full-Nelson Drop -> Bridged Full-Nelson Suplex. Finishers "Rage Unleashed" - Vertical Suplex into Sit-Out Tombstone Piledriver (Janus hoists them up into a vertical suplex, and then drops them into the Tombstone Piledriver, sitting out and pulverising their skull into the ground.) "Dark Bomb" - High-Angle Last Ride Powerbomb. (Janus tucks their head between his legs, and signals by slashing both hands across his throat. He then lifts them up onto his shoulders, elevates them into the air ala the Last Ride, but when he slams them down, the impact is entirely on their head and neck.) Notes Silent and taciturn, when enraged Janus is a force to be reckoned with. Despite being seven feet tall and packed with muscle, the Hell Machine has a sharp mind, with a killer instinct to match. He's very smart, but unfortunately he has the worst thing an intelligent person could have - an incredible temper. He's prone to snapping at the least provocation. All signature and rare moves can be match finishers if executed at the right time or onto something like a chair or concrete. Biography Janus had been on and off the wrestling scene several times in his career. Only the important points really stand out for him. A Sydney-born Australian, he learned soon enough that his size as he grew could be used to defend himself - not once did he ever bully people. He turned this into a skill, even learning some amateur wrestling during his high school days. He graduated and immediatley sought out a wrestling school, because the amateur stuff he had learned had whetted his interest - that and some part of him liked the concept of being a 'good guy' on TV. While he'd shown impressive talent, Janus had never gotten around much. He only got into two feds, both which had gone under sometime after his arrival, although not due to his presence. In both, his concept of being a 'good guy' was taken away as he was made to act as a heel. He found it interesting, but still preferred to be a face. Something happened though, something Janus didn't tell anyone. His tenure as a heel became more and more serious. He became more taciturn and aggressive in the ring. In his first fed, his career ended after he planted both the Dudleyz through tables with his stiff stiff stiff Dark Bomb. The second federation only egged on his aggressiveness and seemingly disturbed behaviour by putting him a "Ministry" type group. The federation saw it as a gimmick, but the group was very serious with their dark and gothic style. Something about it disturbed Janus, and after that fed went under, he left the wrestling scene for a while, although he did keep in touch for a short while with the "Ministry" leader. Some time later, Janus resurfaced on the wrestling scene, and went through several small indy feds to get rid of his ring rust. The only change was that he made very clear his lack of desire to be a heel. Then the Smarks scouter found him, and his test match was deemed a success, and Janus joined the ranks of the SJL. The seven foot, silent 'good guy' made his impact by working his way through the ranks, even capturing the European title off the long-reigning champion Ejiro Fasaki. However, Fasaki reminded the giant that just because one is a bad guy, does not mean one is evil. Following a loss to Ejiro and his Magnificent Seven partner Fugue, Janus received the respect of the champion, and his words that night seem to have struck something in the giant. This was proven on the show before the first SJL Pay-Per-View, as Janus stormed out after the Ejiro/Fugue and Johnny/Wildchild match to beat the hell out of the two WDN members, and thus showing his alignment with the Magnificent Seven. Janus has also broken fellow M-7 member Ejiro Fasaki's record for holding the European Title, before jobbing it to the up and coming Chris Card in order to continue his hunt for bigger and better things - the SJL World Title. After losing in an upset to Mike Van Siclen at the climax of the former World Title Tournament - which turned into him versus Mike due to the slacking off of other superstars, Janus attacked his following matches with a vengeance, no-selling alcohol to win a Smirnoff Showdown with Crow, and beating the hell out of Dace to get another shot at the SJL World Title. And on SJL Crimson, 27th February, Janus delivered a top-rope "Rage Unleashed" screwdriver to Mike Van Siclen in order to seal his victory and become the SJL World Champion. He lost the title to Mike in a "Caged Fury" Match two shows later, much to his chagrin. On SJL Crimson, March 13th, Janus wrestled his final SJL match. After that, he was bumped to the SWF, slated to appear against Mike Van Siclen once more at From the Fire....and destroying his opponent in that match. He has since found his niche in wrestling as a partner with Fugue, in the Magnificent Seven tag team "Instruments of Destruction." After an average win-loss record since being bumped, Janus made a mark on SWF Lockdown, April 9th, where he beat out Johnny Dangerous and Mike Van Siclen in a three-way match for the Hardcore Gamer's Championship, which had been vacated since Janus had assaulted the previous holder, the Wildchild. Janus lost the title to the newcomer Beezel soon after. After a series of attempts to take his title back, which failed, the Hell Machine finally cornered Beezel in a steel cage match at the SWF Battleground PPV, absolutely brutalising his smaller opponent and walking out victorious. Right after this match he appeared to go insane, and a familiar figure to many stalled his assault - Nathaniel Kibagami. In the aftermath of Battleground, Janus destroyed Dace Night while defending his HCG Title, but the High Priest of Horrorcore came back to haunt the giant by taking the HCG Title in a three-way match with Jaw Dawg. Robbed of his defending gold, Janus has turned his full attention to the problem of Nathaniel Kibagami. What lies in the future for Janus is uncertain, but as far as he is concerned, the SWF is his home. He appears to have entirely walked off the brink of madness, becoming an almost psychotic force of power, with a deadly mind behind it. At 13th Hour, his ties to Kibagami and the Clan were revealed, and he along with Thoth destroyed the man formerly known as Silent before leaving together. Forming an alliance with Thoth, the Hell Machine then turned his eyes towards a threat from the past... ...a former friend, the Antichrist Superstar. After goading the monster by speaking his 'real name', Crow made Janus take up his challenge of a Best of Five match. Where this will go, and what this means for the SWF...remains to be seen.

Imagine, if you will, a dark room. Like in old movies, the types of rooms where gangsters sit around a table, lit by a single lightbulb. This is the type of room and scene we are privy to right now, although its location is mysteriously unknown. Sitting at the round table are four figures, two on each side of the table, each staring at the other with unnerving intensity in the darkness. A click - the light comes on. On the left side of the table is Janus. Seven feet tall, three hundred and fifty pounds of packed muscle, a cold gleam in his eyes. Standing by his side, strangely shadowy, is a form that's vaguely recognisible as Ejiro Fasaki, who has his hands on the giant's shoulders as he glares across the table. On the right side of the table we have a young man, whose calm green eyes and shorter white hair, and all out younger expression reveal his true nature. This is Terrence. And standing by his side, is a strangely indistinct form, with a faint white glow, recognisible as the Australian-born Crow. He is staring across the table at 'Ejiro' with a slight smirk on his face. There's utter silence for a moment. ~I want control back.~ ~The kid deserves it, big man. You've been running rampant far too long.~ The shadowy form that resembled Ejiro sneered. -Terrence is a weak man. Janus here is the power behind this body. Why else did he rampage through the league like he did?- ~Because you told him he was pure evil.~ -I am.- This declaration from the giant entity on the other side of the table made both Terrence and 'Crow' hesitate. Slowly, the younger man stood, leaning his arms on the table and staring across the desk. Janus smiled slowly and rose, towering numerous inches above the younger man and cracking his neck slowly. Unflinchingly, Terrence looked up at his counterpart. ~Then you know good always defeats evil, yes?~ With that, Terrence sprang up on the table, sending a lariat into the chest of Janus! The bigger man stumbles back and growls, lunging at the table as Terrence jumps out of the way. The shadowy 'Ejiro' moved like a striking snake, arms raised to pin the younger man, when 'Crow' dashed in and took him down with a stiff spear. This left Terrence and Janus staring at each other across the upturned table. The giant grimaced. Terrence smiled. ~It's my time soon, Janus. You won't stay in control for long.~ -You weak child! I'll DESTROY you!- Moving frighteningly quickly, Janus grabs Terrence by the throat, lifting the smaller person into the air. With a snarl, Janus tightened his grip, and Terrence snatched something off the floor. The giant blinked as Terrence held up the small device. It was a digital clock. The timer read 11:59pm. It clicked over. *BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP* ...and Janus woke up. The giant sat up in bed, panting, eyes dilated as he shook his head and slammed a hand down on the clock's snooze button, pressing a hand to his chest at the dream he'd just had. The giant growled softly to himself and slid out of bed, wearing only a pair of oversized purple boxer shorts. Another red light in the dark of his apartment made him look towards the phone - he hadn't answered it after coming back from Wrath that night. Finally, he stepped over to the answering machine there and clicked the button. "Janus? Brian Applewhite here." The giant blinked slowly, recognising the voice of the God of Heels as easily as recognising his own face. "This is a business call, big guy. We've had an eye on your work in the Junior Leagues for some time. As Commisioner of the SWF, let me be the first to tell you. At From the Fire III, there is going to be a match. This match is going to be between the newest additions to the SWF roster. Mike Van Siclen......and Janus." The giant stared wordlessly. "In simple terms, you're bumped. Have a nice day, Aussie." The giant rested his hands on the table, staring at the answering machine, and shook his head slowly, with a grim smile slowly worming its way onto his features. Bumped. At From the Fire. I get to teach Mike a lesson about going after my former title. I get to teach Terrence about how brutality will always win over niceities. A pause. And it'll show that fucking bird he's not even in my league. Quietly, in the back of the giant's head, a familiar voice spoke. ~We'll see, Janus. We'll see. Confident, cocky, lazy, dead, remember?~ And as the giant deleted the message from his answering machine and began to amble back towards bed, his clock's radio alarm turned on, since the five minute pause of the snooze button was just about up. It opened in the middle of a song, one that made Janus twitch as he laid down to sleep... "This is.....my last......serenade~!"

On a side note, I've proven how a non-submission wrestler sucks in submission matches. The cameras come back to a cheering crowd on SJL Wrath, waving around the obligatory signs for those at home to see! Signs such as "Bring the Horrorcore!" and "SJL > SWF" for the generic wrestling fan, and for those who favoured the specific wrestlers, the signs are such as "The Blood Bank *hearts* Crow" and "Spike = Next Champion!". The most impressive sign of the night is a collaborative effort from a group of people, and the sign actually shows Judge Mental, Ejiro, Fugue and Janus all standing together. "Judge = Justice, Ejiro = Rule, Fugue = Jury, Janus = Executioner!". After studying this sign for several moments, we finally pan to ringside to catch Axis and the Suicide King, everyone's favourite pair of commentators, arguing as per usual! Axis: "So Crow pays you in hash, not money??" Suicide King: "I get paid enough as it is, with this job and being commissioner and all, Axis!" The Aussie notices something that King doesn't, and speaks quickly, voice low but still caught. Axis (hissing): "Camera!" Suicide King: "Much more than these dingbat fans will!" Axis: "Nice recovery... welcome back to SJL Wrath everyone! Last week, Janus defeated Mike Van Siclen for the title with a BRUTAL screwdriver off the top rope...but Mike wants revenge and is cashing in his rematch clause!" Suicide King: "In a painful looking match that he specifically requested! We have a steel cage, with no door, and win by submission only!" Axis: "I wonder if Mike was in his right state of mind. He'll be trapped in a cage with one of the biggest, nastiest monsters in the SJL...." Suicide King: "Come on, since when does Janus know how to wrestle a submissions match?" Before the banter between the commentators can continue, the four quick cymbals and even quicker guitar riff that heralds the beginning of Dark Tranquility's "Damage Done" echoes through the arena, and the lights go out and blue strobes begins to flash in time with the music. Funyon rises from his seat as Mike Van Siclen steps onto the ramp, doing a cocky spin in his acid-green jacket and rubbing his neck - which is still in a neck brace. Funyon: "The following contest is a CAGED FURY match.....for the S...J.....L......WORRRRLD TIIIIIIITLE! The cage in this match has no door, and one can only win by making one's opponent submit! Introducing the challenger, hailing from Harrison Illinois and weighing two hundred and thirty seven pounds..MIKE...VAN....SIIIIICLEN!" The crowd boos as Mike struts down the ramp and slides in the ring, shucking his jacket. As opposed to his usual cocky posing, he rubs his neck brace and looks up at the cage suspended about a metre above the rings ropes, ready to be dropped once both superstars are in position. Axis: "Mike CANNOT be feeling good going into this match...he's still got a neck brace from that top rope screwdriver, AND his opponent was the one who caused it." Suicide King: "Mike requested this match, so he's gotta have some confidence! He's gotta win back the title or the ratings are gonna cark it!" Suddenly, every light in the arena goes out as a pictureof a young, white-haired man comes up on the Smarktron, and the faint tune of Fear Factory's "Resurrection" plays across the speakers. Blue pyros fountain up on the sides of the rampway and a spotlight focuses on the curtained entrance. The picture begins to crack as Burton C. Bell's voice echoes through the arena.... "Consumed with memories... That preceded today... Given a chance to bereave... Life that's slipping AWAY!" As the heavier guitar riffs boom into effect, the picture on the Smarktron shatters to reveal the grown Janus' scowling face, and his name flashes on the Smarktron along with clips of his more sickening moves. As the giant steps from behind the curtain, the latest part of his video clip is shown....him Goreing Thor, followed by the ever hated (by the fans) words "Magnificent Seven". Funyon lifts his microphone as the giant, with gold around his waist, walks towards the ring, showered with boos. Funyon: "And the opponent! Weighing in at three hundred and fifty pounds and hailing from Sydney Australia! He is the Smarks Junior League WORLD champion.....I give you.....JAAAAANUS!" Mike and Janus lock gazes as the giant steps around the ring apron to place the world title belt on the timekeeper's table, before climbing onto the apron and ducking between the top and middle ropes. Instantly, Mike runs forward to deliver a stiff chop to Janus' chest, and a second and third, using the element of surprise and whipping Janus towards the opposite ropes as a 'click' is heard and the cage drops with a thunderous crash to seal the area around the ring. The giant skids to a halt and turns around, charging back at Mike - the ex-champion ducks to avoid having his neck brutalised by a lariat, and both superstars pause to gain their bearings, inspecting the cage. Axis: "That's fifteen feet of steel! And they don't win by climbing out, as we said earlier!" Suicide King: "Janus is trapped in there with Mike, bwahahaha!" Axis: "Mike's at a disadvantage though...that neck brace." Indeed, as both superstars turn towards each other, the giant's eyes zero in on Mike's protected throat, and the challenger to the title knows it...and he lets the monster know he's not afraid by charging in and springing up with a spinning wheel kick! The blow hits Janus in the chest and he staggers back a little, but as Mike gets back up the giant gets his revenge with a thunderous right hand that snaps Van Siclen's head to the side, making him cry out and hold his neck, and the giant follows it up with a chop that rocks Mike's world. *WHACK* "WHOOOOOOO!" The crowd cheers on instinct for the move as the blow sends Mike reeling, and a second "WHOOOOO" chop knocks the challenger back another step, clutching his chest. Rather than a third chop, however, Janus grabs Mike by the arm and spins around, sending him running across the length of the ring to crash into the opposing turnbuckle. The giant charges in after him, lifting a big boot to crush Mike's skull... ...and the wily challenger drops to the floor and watches Janus kick the top turnbuckle instead! The giant stands there with one leg up, gritting his teeth at the impact, and Van Siclen capitalises by nailing a sweep kick to Janus' standing leg, making the giant fall over onto his back with a thud! Springing up, Mike plants his foot between Janus' legs and grabs the giant's legs, heaving back with all his strength! Axis: "And Mike locks on the rectal stretch!" Suicide King: "His leg could disappear right up Janus' ass if he's not careful, the fucking Aussie is that big!" Axis (groan): "I didn't need to visualise that, King" The Suicide King stares at Axis for a moment, then turns back to the ring as Janus bunches his leg muscles, pulling free of Mike's grip and using his legs to shove Mike into the ropes - climbing halfway to his feet by the time Siclen bounces back, the giant wraps an arm around Siclen's body and twists him around, before dropping him to the canvas with a whirl sideslam! The giant instinctively hooks a leg, then after a 'two count', pauses and realises that it's not the way to win the match. Climbing back to his feet, Janus pulls Mike up by the hair and looks at the groggy superstar, then rears back a fist and drives a stiff punch right into Siclen's injured throat! Or at least, the blow would've connected if the neck brace hadn't absorbed most of the impact. Janus steps back, shaking his hand, and Mike clutches his throat, holding the neck brace with a gurgled, pained sound. Axis: "Janus with a shot to the neck, but Mike's neck brace actually saves him!" Suicide King: "Good for Mike! Janus has no such protection against Siclen's submissions!" Axis: "I don't think Janus even HAS submission holds..." Janus steps back, sizing Mike up, and then lunges forward with a brutal lariat that's aimed to take Mike's head off....but the blow is ducked! Driving a quick one-two punch combination into Janus' gut, Siclen grabs the giant's hair and leaps off the ground, dragging the giant with him as he nails a two handed facebuster! Without letting Janus get up, Mike climbs onto the giant's back and applies a sleeper hold to wear him down...and Janus shakes his head, already pushing himself back to his feet with Mike hanging there with the sleeper still in place. Before Siclen can cause any more damage, Janus reaches behind him, grabbing Mike's legs and keeping him in place. This prompts the ex-champion to squeeze the hold tighter, but Janus' strategy relies on his own stamina...as he takes one step, two steps, and then powers himself backwards, and Mike loses his grip when the giant hits the ropes, causing him to tumble off.... ...and get tangled in the small space between the ring ropes and the cage! Recovering remarkably quickly, Mike grabs the cage and actually begins to ascend as Janus gets his bearings. Hearing the rattling of the cage, Janus turns around and looks at the ascending Siclen and cocks his head slightly as if wondering why his opponent is climbing the cage. Axis: "Mike's going up! He can't win by escaping!" Suicide King: "It's strategy, Axis! Janus will have to climb..." The Suicide King's words are disproven as the giant locks his hands onto the cage grating and flexes, shaking the metal structure. Van Siclen clings to it firmly, climbing a little higher.....and the giant firmly shakes the wall, forcing Mike to lose his grip! Hanging by one arm, he dangles for a moment before slipping and letting go... ...and after falling a short distance, Mike Van Siclen finds himself landing split-legged on the ropes, and the crowd 'oooo's in pain as Mike's eyes bulge out of his head. Dragging Siclen off the ropes, Janus hoists him up into the air, then turns away and after a dramatic pause slams Mike down into a sitout powerbomb! Rising slowly to his feet, Janus looks down at his opponent, then crouches slowly and rolls Mike over onto his back....and begins untying the straps that hold the neck brace in place. Axis: "Hey! Stop that! He's got an injured neck dammit!" Suicide King: "An injury that Janus caused! Ref! Disqualify him!" Sexton Hardcastle, who's lurking outside the ring and keeping an eye on both men, looks towards the announce table and shrugs his shoulders, indicating the match is no-disqualification as Janus unties the strings of the brace and kicks Mike onto his back once more. Straightening up, the giant holds the removed protection gear above his head before swinging it around by the strings and letting go - the brace sails high...over the top of the cage....to land just short of the barricade. Mike groans on the ground, starting to get back up - and Janus grabs him by the hair! But Mike shows he's not going to be beaten so easily, and grabs the giant's head, dropping into a sitout jawbreaker! Wincing at the pain that goes through his neck, Mike lunges as the giant bounces out of the jawbreaker and flops onto his back, yanking Janus' legs apart with a wishbone leg-splitter! Rather than go for the rectal stretch however, he drags Janus away from the ropes and rolls the giant onto his belly, lifting him up a little and sitting on his back. He grabs Janus' arms and attempts to set him up for the Cardinal Sin Clutch, but Janus shakes his head and pulls his arms free, starting to push himself up. Sliding off the giant's back, Mike drops to one knee and hits Janus between the legs, and as the giant doubles over...Mike grabs a handful of white hair and runs towards the ropes... ...letting Janus go and watching the giant go between the middle and bottom ropes and crash face first into the cage! Dazed, the giant hangs over the second rope as Mike leans on his back, applying a knee to the giant's neck and pushing his face into the cage, grinding it back and forth, and hearing the giant yell at the feeling of cold metal grinding and threatening to tear the flesh of his face. Suicide King: "Mike is using the cage as a cheese grater for Janus!" Axis: "That's not wire-link, those are solid steel bars, King. Mike could probably fit an arm through one of those gaps. Janus....he's too big." Suicide King: "It still gives us the desired effect!" Janus cries out as his face is rubbed against solid steel, and Mike finally pulls the dazed giant back, bending him almost over backwards and applying an inverted front face-lock...and swinging Janus neck-first into the ground with the Russian Roulette! Again kipping up to his feet, Mike delivers some stomps to Janus' chest and neck, yelling out "How does it feel! Huh? HOW DOES IT FEEL NOW!?" as he stomps the giant's throat mercilessly. Regaining his senses, Janus grabs Mike's foot with one hand to block a stomp - and when Siclen leans down to remove it, the giant's other hand wraps around his throat with a dark grin. Axis: "He's got the throat! Janus has Mike right by that injured throat!" The giant tightens his grip as Mike struggles, and the giant sits up - to get a kick righ in the forehead from Mike that makes him let go! The giant goes crosseyed, still pushing himself up slowly, but not focusing on anything. Seeing the monster is dazed, Van Siclen runs forward and springs up for a spinning wheel kick... ..and the stunned giant swings his right arm in a stunningly brutal lariat that catches Mike just below the neck, his body almost bending around Janus' thick arm before crashing into the canvas. The giant blinks slowly, eyes coming back into focus as he looks down at the sprawled Van Siclen, who holds his collarbone and throat...and the giant throws himself into the air, and Mike screams in pain as the three hundred and fifty pound legdrop crashes down across his throat! Mike goes blank-faced, gasping hoarsely. Janus drags Mike to his feet...and locks on a full nelson, pressing his hands against Van Siclen's neck firmly. Axis: "Janus has a......full nelson! Locked in tight!" Suicide King: "When has anyone tapped to a full nelson!?" Axis: "Mike may very well do so! His neck is injured as it is!" Screaming, Mike waves his arms to try and break the hold, but can't as the giant applies pressure. Turning his head a little, Janus ponders - and falls back, throwing Mike over his head with a released full nelson suplex...and the cage makes a crashing and rattling noise and Mike screams in pain. Janus turns his head - and true to Axis' earlier words about the cage, Mike has his arm twisted through the bars, grimacing in pain and trying to wrench his arm from between the bars. However, Janus has other plans as the giant stampedes to the other side of the ring, rebounds off the ropes....and drives a shoulder into Mike's abdomen with a Gore, crushing his body against the steel cage. Janus stands and looks at Mike's battered body, with the arm trapped outside the cage thanks to the bars... ...and Janus starts to climb the cage. Slowly at first, but with growing malicious intent, the giant scales the cage and sits on the top for a moment, as Mike regains his senses and tries to drag his arm back through the bars and into the ring. Janus slowly descends the other side of the cage, and drops down next to Sexton Hardcastle, who's trying to help Mike, but the giant pushes him away! Axis: "What's Janus doing!? He's got Mike's arm jammed in between the bars....what's he planning!?" Suicide King: "Oh....I dunno....but this is going to HURT Mike....and our ratings even more!" Janus drives a boot in the cage wall to jar Mike and get his attention, and the Spectacular One looks up as the giant wraps hands around his wrist...and after twisting the limb slightly, Janus yanks it back, nearly disjointing Mike's shoulder as the challenger's arm is wrenched against the bars. Siclen yells in pain, trying to draw his arm back in, but the giant shakes his head and YANKS on the trapped limb yet again, eliciting another cry of pain! Finally, unable to free his twisted arm, Mike carefully reaches through with his free hand...and rakes his giant opponent in the eyes. Janus arghs and releases the hold, staggering back and rubbing his eyes - and Sexton Hardcastle moves forward to help Mike free his twisted arm. The challenger withdraws into the ring, trying to rub feeling into his shoulder as he watches Janus get his bearings - and the giant begins to climb up the cage.... ...and Mike does too, albeit slower than usual thanks to the pain burning through his injured neck and his pained arm! He and Janus stare at each other through the cage wall for a moment, then resume climbing, each trying to beat the other to the top of the cage, where the winner of the climb would have the advantage. Axis: "Janus was using the cage as leverage for that very painful arm wrench! But Mike got free, and now he's climbing the cage!" Suicide King: "So's that giant! They're gonna meet up at the top!" Axis: "Mike is usually faster, but with Janus nearly crippling Mike's arm with that hold, they're climbing at about the same speed!" The cage clatters and clanks as both superstars climb, and as Janus' head clears the top, he stares right into the pained and angry eyes of Mike Van Siclen! Putting on a burst of speed, both of them attempt to climb up..and getting a foot up seconds before Mike does, Janus grabs the challenger and stands with one foot on the top of the cage with Mike above his head in a gorilla press! The giant prepares to throw, but Mike wiggles and slips out, grabbing the ring-side of the cage and hanging on for dear life as he sees Janus ascending and balancing almost on the top of the cage...and the monster jams Mike's head between his legs and slashes both thumbs across his throat! Suicide King: "HOLY SHIT! He's signalling for....." Axis: "The Dark Bomb! Off the cage! He's trying to break Mike's neck!" Suicide King: "Wasn't the screwdriver bad enough!?" Janus smiles grimly and flips Mike into the air, holding him in powerbomb position. Sensing his doom approaching, Mike drives some stiff punches into the giant's head, and flips his body down - straining, he wraps his fingers around the top of the cage...and tensing his muscles with a cry at the pain that sears through his wrenched limb, he brings Janus over in a thunderous hurricanrana! Mike's body slams forcefully into the cage as he flips, and Janus goes sailing off the top, falling all the way down... ...down... ...and CRASHING into the canvas with a thunderous ring-and-cage-shaking BOOM! The crowd is on their feet, roaring at the move. "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" Pulling himself up onto the cage top, Mike sits there and holds his neck, getting air into his lungs and looking down at the prone form of Janus. Without sparing a thought, Van Siclen twists his body around.....and executes a beautiful flying moonsault off the cage, sailing down....and hitting home across Janus' chest! The giant convulses and sprawls on the ground, expression pained. Axis: "BLOODY HELL! Janus attempts to murder Siclen with his Dark Bomb off the cage, and Mike countered with a desperation hurricanrana!" Suicide King: "And Mike followed it up with a moonsault! Janus is down and HAS to be dead!" Mike twitches, clutching his ribs, and slowly attempts to push Janus over onto his stomach. The giant rolls over almost limply, body heaving as he attempts to catch his breath - or he could just be unconscious. Either way, Mike sprawls on Janus' back, catching his own breath after that huge moonsault, before grabbing the giant's arms and tugging them so they crossed over the giant's neck. Catching his breath and grimacing at the pain in his neck, Mike looks around to the fans and smirks - before pulling back on the giant's arms with all the strength he has! Suicide King: "CARDINAL SIN CLUTCH!" Axis: "Janus is in the middle of the ring, and this match is no disqualification!" Suicide King: "He's lost! Ring the bell, Janus is going to tap out like a little bitch!" Janus abruptly springs to life, arghing in pain and trying to pull his arms free and failing miserably. Straining against the grip Mike has on his arms, the giant kicks his legs, trying to get his vertical base back. This fails as Mike wrenches the giant's arms, managing to ignore the pain in his own, leaning forward to shout smack into the giant's ears... ...and this is his downfall as Janus swings his head back to crack Mike in the nose! Arrghing in pain and clutching his nose, trickles of blood visible under his hands, Van Siclen tumbles back off the giant. This allows Janus to roll away and grimace, rubbing feeling back into his arms and throat. Both superstars roll away and prop themself up in opposite corners, trying to once more get their bearings. Axis: "Janus is still in this! Bloodying Mike's nose to get out of the Cardinal Sin Clutch!" Suicide King: "But he's not in good condition! That submission would wear anyone down!" Axis: "It's not like Mike can get an advantage either!" True to the commentary, both superstars appear to be a bit out of their game as they seek their footing, Mike rubbing his shoulder and neck, Janus cracking his own neck and rubbing his throat. Finally, Siclen steps out of his corner, and Janus comes at him, swinging a boot up into the air. Mike drops flat on the ground, again moving to sweep the giant's leg from under him as the giant balances on one leg - but Janus has learned from his earlier mistake. As he feels his standing leg give way, the giant swings his upraised leg around, and drives it in to the back of Mike's neck with a standing legdrop! Mike arghs in obvious pain and rolls from under Janus' leg as the giant looks at the impact he caused...and smiles. Axis: "I think Janus is enjoying this!" Suicide King: "He won't be laughing when he taps to the Cardinal Sin Clutch!" Axis: "That's if Mike can lock it on..." Rising to his feet once more, Janus drags Mike up by the hair, and slaps a hand around his throat. Squeezing, the giant hoists Mike off the ground in preparation for a chokeslam, spinning slowly to show off his physical power. The showboating costs him as Mike kicks the giant between the eyes and Janus' expression goes glazed and he half-slumps over. As Mike slips out of the giant's chokehold, he hooks Janus' head and spins around with his other arm... ...hitting the Code Red and driving Janus head first into the ground! The giant arghs in pain, coming back to his senses after that stiff kick...just in time for Mike to mount his back and straightjacket his arms for another attempt at the Cardinal Sin Clutch, and much to the Suicide King's delight, Mike locks the move in! Suicide King: "Yesssssss! Mike's got it locked in!" Axis: "Janus' expression is the most painful thing I've seen! He's straining to get out of it!" Suicide King: "He should just give up! That way he doesn't have to keep enduring it!" Janus thumps his feet on the ground and shakes his head, feeling the pressure on his arms and throat thanks to the submission hold, and refusing to submit. He isn't the only one feeling the strain however, as the arm that Mike got wedged in the cage - and subsequently wrenched to holy hell by Janus - is aching profusely, and as the pain seems to set off the trigger to tap in Janus' mind...Siclen lets go and falls back, grimacing and holding his arm! Janus sprawls on the canvas, wheezing and rubbing his throat, feeling the pain in his arms and neck from having that submission hold applied. Shaking his head to get the blood flow going, and taking a deep and rasping breath, Janus slowly begins to push himself to his feet, as Mike steadies himself and gets into position behind the wavering giant. Lifting his arm as Janus rises, Mike locks on an inverted facelock and begins to spin the giant for the Russian Roulette....but Janus spins right through it, and keeps a hold on one of Mike's wrists. Axis: "Mike with the Russian Roulette, but Janus spins through and has Mike's hand!" Suicide King: "No, dammit! Janus! Stay down, you damned Australian hoss!" Axis: "He's showing he wants to keep the title, by whatever means necessary!" Twisting Mike by the arm, Janus forces the challenger to half-turn and then the giant cinches in a full nelson! Mike screams in pain at the pressure on his neck, but Janus hoists him off the ground, and nails a full-nelson drop. However, Janus doesn't sit out with it, instead staying standing as Mike hits canvas BUTT first - and the monster hoss uses his upper body leverage to keep Mike sitting, still in the full nelson hold! Van Siclen screams in pain, shaking his head furiously, trying to struggle out of the basic, yet powerful submission. Kicking his feet weakly, Siclen tries to get back up.... ...feeling the pressure on his neck and the temptation to tap and give in to the pain...but no! He wants the title! Slowly, eyes beginning to stream tears at the agony his injured neck is feeling, Mike gets one foot on the ground, and starts to stand...and Janus straightens, still holding the submission. At least until Mike mule-kicks backwards with his free leg and nails the giant in the groin! Releasing the full nelson, Janus stumbles backwards, and Mike staggers forwards, holding the back of his neck and almost whimpering in pain. Axis: "He breaks out of the full nelson with a kick to Janus' manhood! The giant is reeling, but so is Mike!" Suicide King: "I can feel it, Axis! Tonight we'll have a new champ! And it's going to happen right now!" Axis: "We'll see about that, as Mike has turned around, and he's sizing up Janus..." Lunging forward, Van Siclen nails the giant with a third groin shot, doubling him over. Headscissoring the giant, Mike grabs Janus' arms and straightjackets them around his neck, before attempting to hoist the giant up, but he's too heavy! Van Siclen grimaces and tries again, and Janus comes off the ground a few inches...before dropping back, as for the second time Mike fails to execute one of his rarer finishers, the Riot Act II. With a grimace of pain, Mike tugs firmly on Janus' straightjacketed arms and prepares to lift a third time.... ....but feels himself lifted as the giant straightens up! Mike goes off the ground, and releases Janus as the giant backdrops him almost vertically - Siclen slides right down Janus' back and hits the canvas, rolling around in pain and clutching his neck. Janus himself rubs his throat and checks his arms, then takes one step forward, two steps, and turns around to look down at his opponent. Sensing that the end of the match may very well be at hand, referee Sexton Hardcastle finally decides to leave the safety of outside the ring, and carefully, the referee climbs the metal structure, and right back down the other side, getting much closer to the action as Janus looks down at Mike. Suicide King: "And Hardcastle finally decides he should get in the ring instead of hiding on the outside!" Axis: "That was good thinking, I reckon...who'd wanna be in a cage with these two fresh and trying to kill each other?" Suicide King: "......point conceded, Aussie." With a roar of anger, Janus jams Mike's head between his legs and slashes his thumbs across his throat, hoisting the dazed Siclen up into position for the Dark Bomb! The giant holds Mike up for several moments....and then with a thunderous BOOM slams him head and neck first into the ground. But he doesn't release the hold, bulking his muscles and hoisting Mike into the air again. Axis: "Dark Bomb! Janus hits the Dark Bomb! Now he's gotta make Mike...." Suicide King: "Wait! He's lifting him up again! What the heck....he has to win by submission!" Gritting his teeth, Janus tenses and throws Mike down again, the challenger's head bouncing off the canvas once more as Janus nails a second Dark Bomb! Hunching over, Janus picks Mike up a third time, with a sadistic expression on his face. Sexton Hardcastle prowls around the ring with a sickened expression at Janus' brutal handiwork, squinting to see the glazed expression on Mike's face, a trickle of blood coming from Siclen's mouth. As he watches.... *BOOM* ....Janus slams Mike down a THIRD time with the Dark Bomb! Mike convulses, screaming wordlessly in pain, and Hardcastle waves his hands, running to the cage wall near where the timekeeper is and yelling at him to ring the bell, and as Hardcastle waits for the cage to rise, the bell rings! *DINGDINGDING* Axis: "The match is over! The match is OVER!" Suicide King: "God, Mike has to be DEAD in there...." Axis: "I don't think he's done........oh bloody hell......" Janus pauses, sweating profusely, arms aching as he begins to lift Mike up a fourth time...but the cage begins to rise and referees slide into the ring to force the giant away from his opponent as Hardcastle slides out and heads for Funyon. However, the giant will not be deterred from damaging his opponent further and snarls almost like a monster, hoisting Mike high into the air. Axis: "NO!" Suicide King: "NO!!" With a yell that sounded like "Watch this, you fucking bird" Janus drives Mike's skull into the canvas again with a fourth and final Dark Bomb! The referees and officials cluster around Janus and force him to exit the ring as they surround Mike to check up on his condition.Over by the announce table, Sexton Hardcastle explains something to Funyon, and the announcer nods his head slowly, listening to Hardcastle, and finally lifts his microphone. Funyon: "The referee has ruled that Mike Van Siclen is UNABLE to continue the match! Therefore....your winner......and STILL....Smarks Junior League WORLD CHAMPION.....JAAAAAANUS!" Janus finally exits the ring, forced out by the swarm of officials and referees that are surrounding his unconscious opponent. The giant watches the ring with a smirk, before turning and walking slowly over to the announcer's table where the Smarks Junior League World Title sits. Picking up his belt, he tosses his hair out of his face and stares at the ring once more, listening to the boos of the crowd as "Resurrection" booms over the speakers, and he ascends the ramp with a sadistic smile on his face. He pauses on the ramp and looks up at the Smarktron, that shows Mike's unconscious face, and throws back his head to laugh almost maniacally to himself at the pain he's caused. Spinning around, he points at the ring as "Resurrection" fades out...and a familiar song fills the air that makes the crowd boo even more thunderously! "Heeeeeeere we are! Born to be kings! We're the princes of the un-i-verse~!" The strains of Queen's "Princes of the Universe" echo through the arena as Janus holds the title above his head with a grim, sadistic expression, before turning and stalking off behind the entrance curtain to the beat of the Magnificent Seven's signature music. The camera finally pans away from where Janus had stood to look at Mike's unconscious form, as the EMTs slide into the ring to put another neck brace on Mike and lever him onto a stretcher. Axis: "Janus saying this isn't just a win for him, it's a win for the Magnificent Seven!" Suicide King: "Looks like their presence isn't as gone from JL as you hoped, Axis!" And with those words, SJL Wrath goes off the air, the image of the probably crippled Mike Van Siclen the last thing seen by all....

Since I will be busy prepping for From the Fire - and the fact I will die if I have to write two matches - I won't be writing for this one. It's been good knowing you all in the JL, especially...well......heck, all of you. Hope to catch you all up in the 'WF soon. Another thing - those writing the main event, try to include the animosity not just between Janus and Mike, but Janus and Crow too.

.... ..... Bloody great promo. That's all I can say. Bloody......Great.

(Y) @ Dace's Damnation in a Box. Damn straight it should be assigned reading. I'd pimp my Mall Brawl, but the original ones were better

....I *heart* Judge. (Y)

-- To be able to write good matches while enduring TAFE (I'm doing this now, so meh) -- To keep my mitts on the World Title for a while -- To get some serious Janus/Crow feudage going -- Sometime in the future have Janus go face and call himself by his real name....wait....someone else did that. -- Enjoy myself and improve my match writing ability -- Job someone to a surfboard submission. -- Get bumped to the SWF and NOT get on the job train -- Kick Frost's ass because Janus is bigger than he is ...that's about all. For now.

NEWBIE MATCH "Picture Perfect" Aaron Carpenter vs. John Duran -- I'll go for the picture perfect one. DRUNK OFF YOUR ASS MATCH Aecas vs. Quiet Death vs. "Dark Rebel" Terry Wayne vs. Tryst -- Flip of the four-sided coin. SJL TELEVISION TITLE - #1 CONTENDERSHIP Fosta vs. David Blazenwing -- Stand back! Blazenwing's coming through! SJL TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP Omega Storm © vs. Geddion --Stormy-wormy. (Y) TRIPLE THREAT NO-DQ MIDCARD FILLER MATCH Christian Blackwell vs. Matt Myers vs. Thor -- Blackie. SJL EUROPEAN CHAMPIONSHIP Sean Atlas © vs. Manson -- Atlas because he's champeen of the month. SJL WORLD TITLE - #1 CONTENDERSHIP Spike Jenkins vs. Va'aiga -- Flip of the coin. SJL WORLD TITLE - #1 CONTENDERSHIP Crow vs. Dace Night -- You better fucking win, bird. (Y) SJL WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP CAGED FURY MATCH Janus © vs. Mike Van Siclen -- ...fuck fuck fuck. SUBMISSION WIN? FUCK! ..... that said, me. (Y)

...... Oh, fuck me.