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SINGLES MATCH Tryst vs. “Dark Rebel” Terry Wayne -- Tryst, cause everyone loves Robin Hood. SINGLES MATCH Omega Storm vs. Fosta -- Omega to break his losing streak here. (Y) SINGLES MATCH Crow vs. Christian Blackwell -- Hmm...the bird. Cause I beat him when I thought I wouldn't FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MATCH Janus vs. “Hollywood” Spike Jenkins -- Spike, prepare to be jobbed. SINGLES MATCH SJL EUROPEAN TITLE MATCH Sean Atlas© vs. Aecas -- AECAS! BUDDY! MATE! KICK HIS ARRRRRRRSE~! BASTILLE BRAWL Insane Luchadore vs. Thor vs. Matt Myers -- I'll go with the God of Thunder. Just because I'm pretty Godly myself. MAIN EVENT SJL WORLD TITLE MATCH TWO REFEREE MATCH Mike Van Siclen© vs. Dace Night -- Dace. Because Mike beat Me. And I want to see him beaten. (Y)

(This didn't quite come out the way I'd thought. Anyway. Enjoy. ) Several nights before, time unspecified. Sydney Opera House, Sydney Australia. Victory… Mike Van Siclen, holding his title high. Defeat… Janus, bent over, a fallen giant with blood staining his neck. An empty locker room. The door, half off its hinges. The embossed metal on the door revealing the rooms's owner. Janus Inside the locker room. Chaos. Chairs overturned. Lockers dented and battered. A stereo in pieces on the floor. The room looks as if a force of nature had destroyed it. Zoom in a bit. A first aid kit on the floor. Open. Pan out. Change direction. The parking lot. A giant with a bag on his shoulder. A bandage wrapped around his neck. Totally silent. Head hung. Expression unclear. Defeated. ------ 11th February, 2003. 10:44pm. Janus' Apartment. "I lost the match. I lost my chance to go straight to the top. I lost to someone smaller, weaker, someone pathetic." The giant talks to no one in particular. Clad in black trousers and a deep purple shirt, he sits on the couch and stares into space, green eyes narrowed in contemplation. Around his neck, the bandage is no longer present, only the tiniest marks remaining of that Russian Roulette onto the chair. "How? HOW DID I LOSE?" It was Terrence. You weren't yourself that night. The giant paused, shaking his head. "I was in perfect condition. Terrence has no place in a wrestling ring!" You were cheered. You LOVED your hometown's attention. "Who gives a FUCK about my hometown!? I just went there to win the title, I don't CARE where!" The voice in his head was silent as the giant rose to his feet and paced across his apartment, heading towards his bed. He paused, looking at the telephone there. Next to it was a small green box. Almost like a case for holding glasses, but smaller. "I'm sick and tired of this Terrence crap. I am Janus. I am named after the God of Doors. I am the rightful champion." Then ignore Terrence. Don't let him out to play. You were partying that day! You went drinking. With Crow. You don't socialise, Janus. Terrence does. The giant closed his eyes, shaking his head and picking up the small box off the table and opening it for a moment to look inside as if contemplating something within. "It's that fucking bird's fault. He egged me until Terrence came out..." Terrence IS a name you're known by. But he's useless. Pathetic. Janus is who you are now. You should destroy the stupid bird. The giant studied the box, and put it back down on the table. His expression was calm and grim. He looked at the phone for a moment, then shook his head slowly. "Perhaps Terrence is useful. I don't think the Magnificent Seven or the SJL would be ready for me if I went back to my roots...." Are you saying that the playful, friendly, EXCITABLE Terrence is good for you!? You shouldn't fear what you were capable of, Janus. Look! You let him control you, you didn't act as you would normally, and you FAILED MISERABLY! The giant turned and headed back towards the door, back towards the comforting couch in the loungeroom, the resounding words "You Failed" echoing in his mind. He shook his head with a faint smile. "I failed once. I'll see someone about this 'Terrence' problem...." The voice inside his mind chuckled. Was it his thought? Someone else's thought? Terrence's thoughts? He'd never questioned that little voice. Make Terrence a nonfactor. They may not be ready for the true you just yet...bide your time. For now. As for the bird...? Janus smiled bleakly to himself as he exited his bedroom. "It may be a gimmick match, but Crow will not come out of it being healthy." Behind him, he left the box. Inside was a phonenumber, written in gothic script. Underneath it, a pair of bloodred contact lenses. Closing the door behind him, Janus began to think. And plan.

I demand you do a promo too. w00t!! You. Wish.

The screen fades in to reveal a jam packed Opera House in Sydney, the capital of NSW, and fans are screaming, and yelling and drinking their big Australian hearts out because SJL Wrath has come back from break and is ready for the main event! The camera moves down on many more people, and eventually to a section containing hundreds upon hundreds of indigenous Australians, who are singing and dancing around a fire with various musical instruments such as the didgeridoo. The camera swivels around to catch the cheering on the other side of the Opera House, and..... ... sees hardly any bums in seats at all. In fact, this side of the Opera House is pretty much dead. The cameraman moves the camera up and down the collage of empty seats in a hectic manner trying to locate something, ANYTHING that is alive and cheering. The cameraman locates nothing... except, one small little thing shows the slightest amount of life. Hanging from one chair in the middle of the seating facility, a sign dangles... --What? You serious!? It’s smoko time, mate!-- The camera angle changes to a pan movement that stops when it hits the commentary position where The Suicide King, the Gambling Man sits with his arms crossed and his face adorning one of slight anger. Axis though, is no where to be seen. As, from the chair of Axis, another sign dangles, swinging from side to side, reading... --Smoko~!-- Seeing the camera on him, the Gambling Man instantly scrambles to make a cover, despite the fact his Australian compatriot is nowhere in sight. Suicide King: “Yes... and welcome back to the Sydney Opera House for SJL Wrath! After seeing the punishment matches for tonight, this event should be excellent! Because it's the main event for the SJL World Title, and it's ...." King taps his earpiece repeatedly and goes silent as he realises he totally doesn't know who's wrestling. Suicide King: “.... uuh.... will someone tell me who is wrestling now!? I CAN'T DO THIS ALONE!!!” Four quick cymbals and an quicker guitar riff that begins “Damage Done” by Dark Tranquility blasts throughout the arena, as the lights go out and the crowd starts booing immensely. Blue strobes begins to flash in time with the music as none other than Mike Van Siclen steps onto the ramp, his arms extending in a bent crucifix under his acid-green jacket. He spins around the on the ramp, his grin like that of a madman as he halts and steps cockily down the entrance ramp.In the ring, Funyon lifts his microphone to announce. Funyon: "The following contest is for the vacant Smarks Junior League WORLD TITLE, and is no-disqualification, with all interference barred from ringside! Introducing first, hailing from Harrison Illinois and weighing two hundred and thirty seven pounds! He's the 'Spectacular' One.....MIKE.....VAN......SIIIIIIICLEN!" Without a word, MVS slides into the ring and extends his arms to the sides, allowing his jacket to slip off his back and to the floor. The referee - one Sexton Hardcastle - scurries in to pick up the jacket and move it out of the ring as Siclen lifts his arms and gestures for the crowd to keep booing him. Being Australian and hating Siclen with all their guts, the crowd continues to boo him to their heart's content, and the Suicide King is too afraid to make commentary without Axis. Seeing the other half of the Opera House filling up as the crowd comes back from smoko time, he looks expectantly at the chair next to him, and soon enough the Aussie Axis seats himself down, looking pleased. Axis: "Smoko's over, King! Now, time to call this match!" Suicide King: "....What......the hell....is a SMOKO!?" Axis: "....Bloody Yank..." Van Siclen gets into the ring, moving to one of the corners and stretching in the corner, watching the ramp as the lights click out one by one, and the sound of Fear Factory's "Resurrection" coming from the speakers incites the crowd to an almost riotous high for several moments. Blue pyros fountain up from the ramp as the vocals of the song kick in. 'Consumed with memories... That preceded today.... Given a chance to bereave... Life that's slipping awaaaaaaaaay!' As the heavy chords of the song hit, the crowd pops loudly, cheering as the Hell Machine himself, sole member of the Junior League Magnificent Seven, steps out onto the ramp, illuminated only by a spotlight. Far from his usual bleak expression, Janus seems almost pleased, stretching his arms and swinging them a little as he walks down the ramp, turning his head to look into the crowd, thrusting an arm in the air as he strolls down the ramp. On the Smarktron, aside from his usual 'name-flash' and clips of his painful arsenal, the green-and-gold words 'It's Good To Be Home' pop up, just for this night in Australia, which incites the crowd to cheer even more. Funyon smiles as he announces. Funyon: "And his opponent! Weighing three hundred and fifty pounds...and hailing from right here, SYDNEY AUSTRALIA!" The crowd positively roars at this as Janus climbs up onto the apron. Funyon: "Ladies and gentlemen......JAAAAAAANUS!" Van Siclen ducks out of the ring along with Funyon as Janus steps over the top rope and strolls to the center of the ring, and lifts his arms as blue fire explodes from the turnbuckles. The lights come back up to normal as Janus stands there with arms raised, turning a slow circle to survey the crowd, a smile on his usually grim face as they cheer him. MVS slides into the ring and swings his leg up for a spinning heel kick that connects with Janus' back - but the giant does nothing but lower his arms and turn around, still apparently bemused. All bemusement goes out of his face in a split second as he nearly takes Mike's head off with a vicious standing lariat. Axis: "MVS tried to get the drop on him and failed! Janus with a stiff lariat to start this off...." Suicide King: "Fucking Aussie....why the hell is Janus getting cheered, anyway?" Axis: "Hometown, King. And they look like they're behind him every step of the way." Janus doesn't advance on Siclen, instead letting the smaller superstar get back to his feet. Looking almost Hogan-esque the way he stood there with the crowd cheering, the giant looks down at Siclen as he winds up and delivers a stinging chop to Janus' chest. A second chop, a third chop, and the giant finally stepped backwards a bit, the flesh on his chest reddening under the chop-fest. Seeing the giant was mostly unaffected, Siclen races to the ropes, and bounces back, springing up with a flying clothesline that makes Janus stumble against the ropes. Grabbing the giant's arm, he tries for an irish whip.... ...that Janus reverses, sending Van Siclen across the ring and into the ropes! The Amazing One comes races back towards Janus at high speed, and the giant simply ducks his body, flipping his opponent up....up....and UP into the air with an immensely huge back body drop over the top rope! The crowd roars as Siclen hits mat spine first, rolling on the ground. Janus turns around and tosses his hair from his face, leaning on the top rope almost relaxedly before stepping over it and coming down onto the floor. Picking Mike up, Janus props him against the turnbuckle and the steel stairs and steps away, lifting his arms to the crowd before spinning around and charging at his opponent and lifting a boot..... Suicide King: "COUNTER BY SICLEN!" Axis: "Ohhhh....poor Janus, that HAS to hurt!" The reason for this is very simple. Sliding out of the way of the giant's charge, Van Siclen applied a droptoe hold, causing Janus to fall over and crash facefirst into the steel stairs with a clang that makes the crowd wince. Climbing up onto the apron, he waits for the giant to get back on his feet before leaping up onto the ropes and coming off with a springboard dropkick to the head that makes Janus reel back, holding his face. Shaking his noggin, Janus looks up as Siclen starts to mount the apron again... ...and steps forward, putting a leg up on the apron beside Siclen's, reaching up with great arms to hook him in a full nelson. Van Siclen shakes his head as Janus half-stands on the apron with the hold on, and then abruptly, the giant falls back and lets go of the hold - sending Siclen flying over his head in a release full-nelson suplex, much to the crowd's delight as Siclen meets not mat, but the entrance ramp, with the back of his head! Janus pushes himself up, looking at Siclen who's sprawled on the ground. Axis: "Janus with a released full-nelson suplex...off the apron! He seems to be getting some nasty spots in his repoitoire, but the crowd love it!" Suicide King: "Does he have some fetish for trying to break people's necks!?" Axis: "You'd be cheering him if he wasn't getting cheered by the fans, King" Suicide King: "...Shut up and commentate." Stepping over to where Siclen sprawls on the entrance ramp, Janus lifts his foot and kicks Siclen in the back numerous times, before stepping on him and grinding his heel before letting go. Mike arghs and holds his back as the giant steps away, lifting and swinging his arms as if this were nothing but a walk in the park for him. The Australian crowd continue to cheer as they partake of their fine Australian beer, watching as Janus lifts Van Siclen back to his feet, and lifts his arm to deliver a thunderous chop to his opponent's chest, making Siclen stagger back. "WHOOOO!" Another chop! "WHOOOOOOOOO!" And another chop! "WHOOOOOOOOOO!" And another..no, wait, Siclen counters and goes low, driving his boot into the giant's crotch. Janus grimaces and staggers as he stumbles back a little, the twosome about halfway up the entrance ramp. Due to the match's no-disqualification stipulation, referee Sexton Hardcastle can't order the two of them to get back in the ring, but he does out of habit warn Siclen about hitting people below the belt. In not-so-polite terms, MVS tells Sexton right where he can stick it because this is a no disqualification match, earning a drunken 'ooooooh' from the crowd followed by a noisy cheer as Siclen turns back towards Janus to take a brutal looking forearm shot to the face that makes him almost fall over, clutching his nose. Axis: "STIFF forearm shot by Janus there. He's practically owning Van Siclen...." Suicide King: "He may be getting cheered, but he's still championship material, I admit. But my money's on Siclen because he's been around far longer than Janus has!" Axis: "Neglecting to mention Janus' impressive run, are we?" Janus swings an arm around for a mirror-image of the lariat that started the match, but Van Siclen ducks, and moves behind Janus, cinching in a waistlock! The giant stands there stiffly as Mike attempts to pop his hips and lift the giant up for a german suplex, but three hundred and fifty pounds of muscle seems a bit too much for him to carry, so the move just doesn't work. Changing tactics, he lifts up a boot and drives a spinning wheel kick into Janus' spine, making the bigger man arch back - and Siclen wraps an arm around his neck, already looking for one of his signature moves, the Russian Roulette! As he begins to twist Janus around, the giant lifts his arms and locks his meaty hands around Siclen's biceps, stopping him in mid move. Both superstars release their holds and glare at each other momentarily.... ....right before Siclen kicks Janus in the abdomen, doubling the larger man over for a moment! Applying a standing headscissors, Siclen attempts to lift Janus up for a powerbomb, but like his german suplex attempt, the giant is just too damn big! This time, however, Siclen doesn't get a chance to change tactics as Janus pulls his head out of the headscissors and pushes forward with his leg muscles, charging with Siclen across the length of the entranceway and crashing his spine into the guardrail with a Gore! Siclen arghs, and the crowd cheers as MVS slumps to the ground. Janus straightens up, mere inches from the Australian townsfolk, seperated only by the guard barrier. A random person sticks his hand over the guardrail, and Janus grabs it...shaking hands! The crowd cheers louder as Janus lets go and leans down to pick Siclen back up. Axis: "Janus shaking hands with the locals here! He's probably more well known in Australia then the rest of the world...it IS his home country!" Suicide King: "Are you kidding! Anywhere else he'd just tear the fans apart for touching him!" Axis: "Maybe so..." However, the cheers quickly turn to boos as Van Siclen drives some hard punches into Janus' abdomen, making the giant hunch over a little. Taking advantage of his crowd distraction, Siclen wraps his legs around Janus' and executes another droptoe hold, bouncing the giant's head into the guardrail! Janus clutches his forehead, red seeping between his fingers as he staggers back. Leaping up, Siclen grabs Janus by the head, resting the giant's jaw on top of his skull, and sits down, jarring Janus' head with a sitout jawbreaker! Janus staggers on his feet, one hand holding his jaw as he flops down to a sitting position, momentarily stunned. Leaping forward, Van Siclen grabs both of the giant's legs and grins, liking how the crowd boos him for once before quickly and rapidly pulling Janus' legs away from each other in a double leg wishbone! The giant arghs at the crack noise that comes from his legs and pelvic area, falling back onto the ground with a grimace on his face. Trying to breath some life back into their local wrestling hero, the ground starts to stomp on the floor, a thunderous cheer for Janus roaring through the entire Opera House. "COME ON JANUS!" *stomp stomp stomp-stomp-stomp* "COME ON JANUS!" *stomp stomp stomp-stomp-stomp* "COME ON JANUS!" *stomp stomp stomp-stomp-stomp* Half lifting, half-dragging the giant by the legs, Van Siclen starts dragging him back towards the ring where he may be able to get a pinfall and get the coveted world title. During the process of being dragged, however, Janus' senses come back on full alert, and resistance to being dragged increases! Pulling his legs free of Siclen's grip, the giant rises to his feet as his opponent turns around, just in time to be caught in a crushing bearhug, before Janus drops down and bends Siclen over his knee with a pendulum backbreaker! The giant then picks Mike back up and rolls him into the ring, sliding in after him and hooking a leg as Sexton dives in and counts. ONE! TWO! Van Siclen kicks out, and Janus gets to his feet, driving a hard boot into Siclen's abdomen to drive the air out of him. Leaning down to pick up his smaller opponent, Janus is the unfortunate victim of a rake to the eyes, and Siclen grabs Janus by the head with both hands before sitting out, pulling the giant down with him and nailing a facebuster! Janus rolls onto his back, sanguine redness visible on his forehead as Siclen stomps away at him before mounting the turnbuckle, facing the crowd and just smirking at the insults they throw before crouching and seemingly moving in slow motion as he throws himself off the turnbuckle with a moonsault! Suicide King: "And 'lo, did the blood of the Australian stain the canvas, signifying that in his hometown, he would lose!" Axis: "And 'lo did the giant get BACK TO HIS FEET!" Suicide King: ".....Bugger." Siclen, upside down in the air, doesn't see Janus on the canvas anymore - he gets a view of abdominal muscles, and black pants - as he slams into the giant's torso! Janus staggers, but holds Siclen upright in what was almost a Tombstone position. After a moment, however, he drops to one knee, driving one of Van Siclen's shoulders out of joint with a shoulder breaker! Showing tremendous physical power, Janus holds the move and stands back up, turning to face the other away...before dropping Siclen's shoulder into his knee again for shoulder breaker number two! The crowd roaring in pleasure is like music to the hometown giant's ears, as he doesn't go for a third move, but instead hoists Siclen onto his shoulders.... ...but despite the agony in his shoulder, Siclen wriggles free, wrapping an arm around Janus' neck as he slips down his back. The instant his feet touch ground, Mike Van Siclen twists his whole body around in an almost desperate motion, twisting Janus around with the inverted swinging neckbreaker known as the Russian Roulette! Janus hits the canvas hard, holding his neck, and Siclen dives across him to get the cover! ONE! TW... Janus benchpresses Siclen off him, before throwing him aside and slowly sitting up, tossing his hair away from his face and looking around, finally revealing the gash across his forehead clearly - while not a deep cut, it's bleeding rather steadily, staining the giant's face a rather sanguine hue. Shaking his head once, Janus rolls over to his hands and knees before starting to get to his feet, lifting his head when he sees a pair of boots in front of him, looking up into the cold eyes of Van Siclen, who lifts a fist and smacks it full force into Janus' head! The crowd boos as Janus shakes his head dazedly - and Siclen drops, locking in a headlock and keeping the giant grounded while punching the living hell out of his forehead! Suicide King: "What did I tell you about Janus bleeding!?" Axis: "Oh, you'll cheer for him next show when he wins the belt!" Suicide King: "It's not MY fault he's on the fan's side tonight!" Finally letting Janus' head go, Siclen rolls out of the ring as the giant rests his noggin on the canvas, breathing a little heavily after having his brains scrambled with repeated head punches. Digging under the ring, Siclen pulls out various things and throws them into the ring - a small hammer, a first aid kit, a cricket bat, a jar of Vegemite...how that got under there is anyone's guess...and finally, pulling out a steel chair! Sliding back into the ring, Siclen taps the chair on the ground and waits for Janus to get up. The crowd starts to jeer at the giant's opponent to give their hometown warrior some time, pissing Siclen off as a huge chant roars through the arena. "YOU TAPPED OUT!" shrieks one side. "TO JUDGE MENTAL~!" yells the other. Siclen growls and yells at the fans to shut the fuck up as Janus slowly pushes himself back up to his vertical base, shaking his head and listening to the chant with a grin as Siclen's yells tell Janus just where he is... ...as Janus straightens up to his full height, and spins around as Siclen swings the chair like a baseball bat... ...and misses as the giant leans back, the chair skimming the air in front of his nose! Spun temporarily off balance, Siclen takes a moment to recover, lowering the chair as he turns around to see where Janus went, just in time to be on the receiving end of a very large boot to the skull! Flipping almost a full three-sixty from the kick, Siclen sprawls on the canvas holding his head as Janus leans on the ropes, dabbing at his forehead at the blood still running from the cut. Looking around the ring, he spots the Vegemite, the cricket bat, and finally, the first aid kit! Axis: "....a bit ironic that Siclen brought that in there, don't you think?" Suicide King: "Bah, he was just digging out whatever he could find." Axis: "I thought all medical kits were kept with the medical staff...." Taking his focus off the brained Siclen, Janus opens the first aid kit and digs out the bandaids, finding a nice large one to stick across his forehead. A bit of blood trickles from the covered cut, but otherwise, the bleeding appears to have been stopped. Janus starts to close the kit, when his green eyes fall on the bandages. He pauses and grins slightly, turning his eyes towards Van Siclen. The camera changes angle to focus on the dazed superstar as Janus drags him to the turnbuckle, pinning him as he leans over Siclen, using the bandages to pretty much bind Siclen's wrists together behind his body and around the turnbuckle, before throwing the bandages away and stepping backward. The crowd cheers and jeers at Siclen as he jerks his wrists against the turnbuckle, trying to tug himself free. Sexton stands in between Janus and Siclen, shaking his head. Sexton: "You gotta let him go!" Janus: "....It's no disqualification. So it's not against the rules." Sexton: "It's still not fair!" Their voices are drowned out by the sound of the crowed jeering at the referee, since indeed the match is no-disqualification and anything done in the match is legal. Finally giving in to the yelling of the fans, Sexton Hardcastle steps away from the restrained form of Mike Van Siclen, who yells angrily at the ref to untie him, as Janus walks across the ring and lifts his arms, standing against the opposing turnbuckle and looking out across the crowd, before he abruptly spins around and charges. Siclen barely has time to yell out an expletive before Janus' shoulder crashes full force into his sternum, making him crumble against the turnbuckle like a broken toy. Rubbing his shoulder, Janus walks away from the turnbuckle before turning around again, like an unstoppable freight train....this time it's a big boot that catches Siclen under the chin and literally flips him up, over the turnbuckles, and out of the ring! "JANUS FUCKING ROCKS!" "JANUS FUCKING ROCKS!" "JANUS FUCKING ROCKS!" Suicide King: "Jesus CHRIST! He's taking Siclen apart!" Axis: "I'll say...tying his arms around the turnbuckle and then Goreing him with authority....and following it up with a jaw-cracking boot that knocked Siclen out of the ring!" The camera focuses in on Siclen, kneeling outside the ring against the turnbuckles, arms above his head as his wrists are still bound - but the bandage around the turnbuckle looks torn already, because it was not designed for this sort of strain. As Janus slides out of the ring, Siclen tugs hard on the bandages, once, twice...and as the Hell Machine grabs him by the hair... ...the bandages break and Siclen greets Janus with a punch to the grapefruits that send him reeling backwards, and the crowd very, very loudly boos Siclen as he drops Janus to his knees with a kick to the groin, and then a spinning wheel kick to the head. After that offense, however, he leans against the apron, gasping at the throbbing pain in his skull and chest after being punished like that. With Janus on the ground also holding his noggin, Siclen stumbles away from the giant and around the ring, flipping up the apron and slowly, oh so slowly, dragging something out from under the ring. Is it a chair? A sledgehammer? A table? No....it's a ladder. Although the home crowd is booing the hell out of Siclen, there's a decent sized pop at the sight of the ladder, as the battered superstar pushes it into the ring and rolls in after it, slowly setting it up. On the outside, Janus slowly sits up, putting a hand to his head to make sure he wasn't bleeding, seeing Siclen setting up the ladder. Rising to his feet, the giant rolls into the ring, getting back up just as Siclen finishes propping up the ladder and turns around to look for him. Mike promptly finds a hand wrapped around his throat, and his body hoisted into the air to be slammed down with a vicious chokeslam, and Janus locks his hand around Siclen's throat and starts choking him out. Axis: "Siclen fighting back with everything he has! But Janus is just too strong for him right now - he's got him on the mat!" Suicide King: "We've got Janus choking Mike out instead of the rightful man beating the hell out of the giant! Dammit Mike! Kick him in the balls again!" Whether Mike heard the Gambling Man or not is questionable, but he does take a page out of the book of cheap tactics - reaching up, he rakes Janus in the eyes, forcing the giant to let go and rub his ocular cavities until he can see again. In this time, a wheezing Siclen scurries back and grabs a chair, this time lifting it high above his head as Janus clears his eyes and looks up... *CRACK* The giant continues to stare up at him with a grim expression. The crowd boos as Siclen swings the weapon again! *CRACK* On his knees, the giant begins to waver. Frustratedly, Siclen stamps his foot on the ground and winds up for a final chairshot, and... *CRACK* Janus flops over onto his back, the 'temporary fix' of the bandaid now useless as his face is nice and busted open from the repeated chairshots. Dropping the chair, Siclen slides over the giant's body, not even hooking a leg as he covers. ONE! TWO! TH.... Janus kicks out with one powerful jerk of his legs, and the crowd cheers. Angrily, Siclen drives a few punches into his head, and rises, holding his abdomen before slowly scales the ladder, looking down at the sprawled giant beneath him. He lifts his arms and plays to the crowd as he leaps off the ladder, spinning around in the air almost exactly 450º and doing a corkscrew twist as he extends his leg.... Axis: "That's the.... Suicide King: "SIN AERIAL! And it HITS!" The huge legdrop crashes down across Janus' ribcage, and the giant rolls over, away from Siclen, who's on the ground holding his leg after flying from such an altitude. Rising to his feet, he shouts out cockily to the crowd that it's all over. Janus reaches out across the canvas for a weapon of some sort from what Mike threw into the ring as the cocky Van Siclen starts pulling the giant back to his feet, signalling for the Riot Act. However, before he can do anything, Janus swings his arm up and around... ...cracking Siclen in the forehead with a JAR OF VEGEMITE! The crowd cheers insanely for one of the things they're famous for, as Janus drops to his knees, and repeatedly smacks Siclen in the forehead with the glass jar of tasty black spread. Putting the jar on the ground, he lifts the dazed Siclen to his feet, making him smell armpit as the giant sets up an implant DDT....lifting Mike up into the air, he drives him face first into the jar of Vegemite with a crashing sound! The giant rolls away and starts getting back up as Siclen flops onto his back in pain - his face covered with the yeasty, tasty blackness that is Vegemite, mixed with trickling blood from his forehead. Janus wastes no time in hooking a leg and pinning! ONE! TWO! TH... Siclen kicks out, bringing his hands to his face to try and rub off the Vegemite. Janus takes advantage and tries to pin him again! ONE! TWO! Siclen kicks out once more, and the crowd boos him. Janus shakes his head and looks up at Sexton, who indicates that yes, it was only a two count. Rising back to his feet, Janus surveys the crowd as they cheer him, watching Mike rubbing the Vegemite off his face and pushing himself up. This attempt to push up is stopped by the giant kicking him once, twice, and grinding his boot into the center of Siclen's back, before grabbing his arms and pulling back, applying a surfboard submission hold! Siclen screams in pain, shaking his head furiously when Sexton asks him if he wants to quit. On top of this, the crowd starts up a loud chant, for the sole purpose of pissing Mike Van Siclen off. And as before, one half of the crowd yells out "YOU TAPPED OUT~!" And the other half replies, cheering. "TO JUDGE MENTAL~!" This chant ringing in Siclen's ears, he arghs and thrashes his body in pain as Janus holds the submission on him, refusing to quit. Finally, apparently tired of trying to snap Mike in half, Janus releases the submission hold and steps away, looking at the ladder Mike had set up. Like a snail with intent, the giant begins to ascend as Mike rolls onto his back, gasping in pain and looking up at the ladder - and the giant almost on top of it. Showing a sudden burst of resilience, Mike springs up to his feet and tackles the ladder, grimacing in pain - but it has the desired effect as it starts to tilt to the side. On the top, Janus waves his arms almost comically.... ...before soaring off the top, out of the ring, and crashing back first into the guardrail, arching his back and crying out in pain. The crowd boos Siclen thunderous as Janus flops on the outside, and Siclen flops in the ring. Due to the no disqualification stipulation, Sexton can't call for a count-out, and watches the two sprawled superstars with an Almost concerned expression. The crowd starts chanting thunderous to get their champion on his feet, with the time-honoured chant of... "AUSSIE! AUSSIE! AUSSIE!" Which the other half of the Opera House replied to with... "OI! OI! OI!" However, it's Van Siclen who's first to his feet, holding his shoulder and abdomen like he was in much pain. On the outside, Janus groans and clutches his back, shaking his head and slowly pushing himself towards getting up, grimacing in pain, empowered by the chants of the Australian people as he spots Siclen coming towards the ropes and starting to climb out of the ring, with a chair. Showing just how tremendously resilient is, Janus pushes himself up as Siclen swings, and the giant parries the blow with one thickly muscled arm, grimacing in pain. However, the second shot crashes home into the giant's skull, making him drop to his knees. Axis: "Look at the crowd! They're going fucking nuts for Janus!" Suicide King: "Desperation tactics! They know Siclen's going to wipe the floor with him!" Axis: "Who knows, you could be right..." Dropping the chair on the ground, Siclen tucks Janus' head between his legs and signals for the Riot Act! Straining, Siclen lifts Janus into piledriver position, shifting so his legs are around the giant's arms, and drops to his knees, cracking the giant's head into the chair! The crowd boos thunderously at this as Janus sprawls on the ground in an apparently unmoving heap. Siclen smirks and plays to the crowd, yelling "Who's the fucking winner now!" as he attempts to lift Janus back up and throw him into the ring. Having exerted himself already, this task is harder than it looks. Suicide King: "He just squashed Janus' brains with the Riot Act! This match is over once he gets the pinfall!" Axis: "We all know the power behind fighting in your home country, King." Suicide King: "Bah! Aussies are pussies anyway!" The Gambling Man earns a stare of death from Axis as Siclen finally manages to roll Janus' bulk into the ring and climb in after him. Sprawling across the giant's body with leisurely cockiness, he waits for Sexton to count. Finally, the referee drops down after making sure Mike's legs weren't on the ropes and that Janus' shoulders were flat on the canvas. ONE! TWO! THREE! Siclen jumps to his feet, ecstatic, ignoring the fact that Sexton - now out of his line of sight - points at the ropes to signify where Janus' foot is. The giant begins to stir as Mike celebrates, climbing on the turnbuckle. Up onto his hands and knees, the giant starts climbing up, looking dazed as he reaches out for one of the weapons that was left into the ring...a cricket bad, complete with Sir Donald Bradman's signature. Using it half as a crutch, the giant pushes himself up as Sexton grabs Mike by the leg while he's on the turnbuckle, yelling at him that the match isn't over. The crowd starts cheering as Janus lifts the cricket bat above his head, then shifts his stance as if in batting position at the Test Series. Suicide King: "Watch it, Mike! He's on his feet and he looks AUSTRALIAN!" Axis: ".....That was bad." Climbing off the turnbuckle, Mike turns to see Janus standing there, and not hesitating in the least, charges at the giant! Janus simply stands there, holding the cricket bat as Mike charges - then abruptly swinging it full force in a straight drive that CRASHES HOME INTO SICLEN'S GENITALS! The crowd oohs in pain as Siclen drops to his knees, gasping in agony as Janus makes a cricket hand signal above his head and lifts the bat. Mike looks up at him just in time to see the wooden bat smash into his face, splintering and knocking Siclen down like a sack of meal - blood now extremely obvious through the layer of Vegemite on his face - as the crowd roars in one huge cheer. "YOOOOOOU'RE OUT!" The crowd then breaks into spontaneous cheering as the giant drops the remains of the cricket bat and nudges Mike over onto his back. Janus drops laterally across Siclen, hooking a leg. Sexton drops and counts as the crowd cheeringly shouts along with the sound of hand hitting canvas ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! The sound of the bell going *DING DING DING* seems like the sweetest thing Janus has ever heard as he stands up again, grimacing in pain as he looks at Siclen's body. Sexton climbs out of the ring, picking up the most prestigous belt in the Junior League and climbing back into the ring as Funyon lifts his microphone with a huge smile on his face, obviously as pleased as the crowd with this outcome. Funyon: "Ladies and gentlemen....the WINNER of this contest...and NEW! SMARKS JUNIOR LEAGUE WORLD CHAMPION! He is the one, the only.......JAAANUS!" Fear Factory's "Resurrection" booms out over the speakers as Sexton gives the World Title to the giant, who stares at it as if in shock before very, very slowly lifting it above his head. The crowd roars their approval as Janus holds the belt above his head, before lowering it and strapping it around his waist. Despite the blood covering his face, there's an almost cheerful smile as he slowly climbs out of the ring and begins to walk to the back, arms raised as the fans yell and cheer. Janus. Born in Sydney, Australia. New Smarks Junior League World Champion. After winning in Sydney, Australia. He was on top now. And nobody was going to take him down.

OPENING PROMO -- MVS gets his ego going. SINGLES MATCH Insane Luchador vs Thor -- Oooo, I'll go for the godly guy. EUROPEAN TITLE #1 CONTENDERSHIP MATCH PRISM MATCH Fosta vs Omega Storm vs Tryst vs Christian Blackwell vs Aecas --Brawl of the newbies....sorta. I'll stake my claim on Aecas just because he needs a win. \m/ SINGLES MATCH SMIRNOFF SHOWDOWN Crow vs Janus -- Crow gets smashed easily, Janus no-sells alcohol. Me to win. SINGLES MATCH Dace Night vs Matt Myers -- Dace. w00tage. Main Event EUROPEAN TITLE LADDER MATCH Sean Atlas vs Chris Card© -- Card to retain. Since he kicked MY arse......

*Crowe and Janus tie when they share the vodka out evenly

..... My ego is bruised. *crawls into a corner until he feels better*

Template: OPENING PROMO OF COOLOSITY NEWBIE MATCH OF DOOM~! Fosta vs. Tryst EUROPEAN TITLE #1 CONTENDERSHIP Aecas vs. Sean Atlas Special Guest Referee: Chris Card PUNISHMENT MATCH #1 - THE KANGAROO JACK MATCH Dace Night vs. Matt Myers HARDCORE FILLER MATCH Christian Blackwell vs. Omega Storm PUNISHMENT MATCH #2 - THE BALL CRAWL MATCH Crow vs. Insane Luchador vs. Spike Jenkins MAIN EVENT SJL WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH NO-DQ, NON-INTERFERENCE Janus vs. Mike Van Siclen

OPENING PROMO OF COOLOSITY -- Someone talks. I wonder who. NEWBIE MATCH OF DOOM~! Fosta vs. Tryst --I'll go for the man from Nottingham~! EUROPEAN TITLE #1 CONTENDERSHIP Aecas vs. Sean Atlas Special Guest Referee: Chris Card -- AECAAAAAAAAS~! PUNISHMENT MATCH #1 - THE KANGAROO JACK MATCH Dace Night vs. Matt Myers -- It's a punishment match. I'll go for Dace here. Dace = ratingz HARDCORE FILLER MATCH Christian Blackwell vs. Omega Storm -- Come on, Storm! Pick up a win! Your tazer's perfectly legal~! PUNISHMENT MATCH #2 - THE BALL CRAWL MATCH Crow vs. Insane Luchador vs. Spike Jenkins -- I'll go for Aussie goodness with the fucking bird. MAIN EVENT SJL WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH NO-DQ, NON-INTERFERENCE Janus vs. Mike Van Siclen -- MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Bahahaha. You beingz eViller and hardc0re! You should bring a chainsaw to the ring or something. \m/ Fuck me. That's all I say to that. Serious and REAL feeling with the history there. I like it. (Y)!!! Your quote = the rawk. Keep promoing, you fucking bird. You'll meet me for the World Title in no time. \m/

FUCK YES!!! Sydney, Australia. Hometown pops baby! Also the only place a heel Janus is going to get serious face heat. I mean, come on, it's his hometown baby. *marks out like a rabid dingo!*

*KILL~!*

The streets of Sydney were as jam-packed as ever. Businessman, ordinary people, children, criminals. The crowd mingled and flowed along the sidewalks, although one figure stood out. Towering above most of the people, in black leather boots and pants, and a leather shirt, Janus strides through the milling masses. It's been a while. I've been all over the world. I'll probably be coming home again for the World Tour. But I had to visit. Breaking out of the crowd, Janus walks down an alleyway silently, not intimidated by any criminal figures he sees lurking around corners or against the wall. He finally stops at a dusty wooden door, peering up at the faded letters on the sign for several moments. He jiggles the handle. The door slides open. Home away from home. Inside the door was a wide open concrete space. In the middle of it was a small wrestling ring, surrounded by folded seats. But neither the ring nor the seats were in use, some of the chairs collapsed, and the ring ropes were sagging. Everything was covered in a layer of dust, as if it had been undisturbed for centuries. Walking towards the ring, Janus lays a hand on the dusty rope. He still remembered oh so clearly. A figure almost seven feet tall and fairly average stands in the ring, a young teen. His opponent throws punches, tries grappling, tries whipping. The figure doesn't respond, not selling any of the offense - almost cowering away from the attack. "Dammit! Terrence! You're in a wrestling ring! You're supposed to wrestle! I know you don't like fighting that much, but if you want to be in this sport you have to!" The tall teen looks over at trainer at ringside, as his opponent pauses as well. The trainer stares up at the teen from the floor, speaking slowly as if reminding him. "Remember! Outside the ring, you're Terrence! But inside you're Janus! Remember? JANUS!" His opponent turns back to him, driving a punch straight into his chest. Abruptly, the teen cocks his arm and absolutely brutalizes his opponent with a stiff lariat, and looks down at him for a long moment. Janus takes his hand off the ropes and looks around what used to be a training facility for the kids who wanted to be wrestlers. He looks at the folded up chairs, the dilapadated chairs, and the chairs that were still standing. Inside the ring, I'm a killing machine named Janus. Outside the ring, I'm a normal guy called Terrence....or am I? The giant steps away from the dusty ring, stepping back slowly towards the exit. He pauses once more, turning to survey the ring for a long moment, looking up at the light filtering through the battered roof for a moment. Here, a young, helpful boy named Terrence became a wrecking machine named Janus. Terrence wanted to be a good boy. Terrence wanted to wrestle. But that wasn't how it worked. Janus wrestled, and Terrence sat on the sidelines. Finally stepping back out the door, Janus lightly closes it behind him. Looking at the door with emerald green eyes again, the giant turns his head and walks back down the alleyway. Terrence tried to wrestle when I joined the SJL, under the alias of Janus. It didn't take long for the true Janus to emerge again. Outside the ring, inside the ring, it's all the same. I am Janus. He paused for a split second. ...Or am I Terrence? He started walking again, a final thought flashing across his mind as he stepped back into the milling crowd of people on the pathway. ...Just where does Janus end and Terrence begin...?

SINGLES MATCH EUROPEAN TITLE Chris Card vs Janus© SJL Metal comes back off commercial to a resounding lack of cheers from the crowd. Considering the fact they're in Budokan, Japan, it's not that surprising. The occcasional sign is also spotted in the crowd, but it's written in the tradition Japanese symbol-writing fashion, so the signs themselves are untranslatable. Finally panning down to ringside, we come upon the sight of Axis and the Suicide King waiting almost...patiently for the camera. Axis: "Welcome back to SJL Metal, everyone. We're airing from Budokan, Japan, on another round of the SJL World Tour!" Suicide King: "Japan's a great place! You get all sorts of violence and insane stuff coming from here!" Axis: "I doubt we'll see anything but power versus technical perfection in this match...." A polite smattering of applause comes from the Japanese crowd as "Grind" by Alice In Chains fires up, and "Technical Perfection" himself struts out onto the ramp, accompanied by none other than the Sexy Goth Bitch herself. With Natasha by his side, Chris Card begins to walk down the ramp, glancing at the crowd with a small sneer on his lips as Funyon, as always present in the ring, lifts his microphone. Funyon: "The following contest, is scheduled for one fall......and is for the Smarks Junior League EURRRRRRRROPEAAAAAAN CHAMPIONSHIP!! Introducing first, the challenger! From Halifax in Canada, weighing two hundred and sixty four pounds.....accompanied by Natasha......he is "Technical Perfection" CHRIIIIIIIISSSSSS CAAAAAAAAAARD!" Pausing at the ring, Chris hops up onto the apron and opens the ropes, and Natasha climbs into the ring. After a moment, Card follows her into the ring, and the Sexy Goth Bitch lifts her arms above her head. She thenpoints them at Chris as he drops into a fighting pose, arms crossing his chest and thumbs pointing towards his heart in the "Heartbreaker" pose. Holding this pose for several moments, Card then motions Natasha to get out of the ring as one by one, each light in the arena goes out, plunging everything into darkness. The only light comes from fountaining blue pyros that spring up on either side of the ramp, as a haunting tune fills the air for a moment, and a voice begins to sing softly. "Consumed with memories, That preceded today. Given a chance to bereave Life that's slipping away!" The heavy guitar riffs of "Resurrection" by Fear Factory blaze through the arena, and a spotlight finally swivels about before focusing on the ramp and the seven foot two figure now standing there with the European title over his shoulder. Like a silent goliath, Janus tosses his hair from his face and starts stepping towards the ring, each set of fountaining pyros going out as he walks past them. Axis: "Janus has been on a ROLL lately....running right through Arianwyn in brutal fashion to proceed on in the World Title tournament. However tonight, he's defending a title he won from former JLer Ejiro Fasaki...and he only defended it once!" Suicide King: "Perfect strategy! Don't forget, before he left, Ejiro made Janus a part of the Magnificent Seven! Strategy is always present there!" Funyon watches as Janus walks to the ring, tracked only by spotlight, and lifts his microphone once more, glancing at Chris Card who is now standing at the opposite side of the ring from where Janus will enter. Funyon: "And his opponent....weighing in at three hundred and fifty pounds and hailing from Sydney Australia! He is the sole member of the Junior League Magnificent Seven, and the S....J....L.....EURRRROPEAN CHAMPION! Ladies and gentlemen.....JAAAAAANUS!" Funyon then gets out of the ring as the giant walks around it, stalking straight past Natasha who watches him with what could be veiled interest, but nothing more. Putting the European title on the timekeeper's table, the giant ascends the stairs and climbs into the ring, prompting Chris Card to temporarily evacuate and stand with Natasha as the giant steps to the center of the ring, still illuminated by only a spotlight. Slowly, he lifts his arms into the air, and... *BOOOOM* Four pillars of blue-tinted fire burst from the turnbuckles as the lights come back on, and Chris Card slides back into the ring. The giant senses his presence and turns around, stopping Card in his tracks with a simple stare, as the two superstars just lock eyes for several moments as the Sexy Goth Bitch watches from ringside. Axis: "And a staredown to start things off, it seems!" Suicide King: "Card's gonna have his work cut out for him this time...Janus is easily bigger and heavier than he is...many of Card's usual moves aren't going to phase someone that big!" Axis: "Since when did we call a straight match like this anyway!?" Suicide King: "Since Janus somehow weaselled it into his contract or something, I dunno. Maybe he's special." After staring for some time, Card dashes in with a knife-edge chop to Janus' chest. The giant looks down at him, barely flinching, as Card repeats the move. One more. No, twice more. Abruptly, Janus clamps one great hand around Card's arm, and swings his other arm around, aiming to decapitate his opponent with a short-arm clothesline. However, Card shows his intellect by ducking his head and twisting his arm free, coming up behind the giant. Almost comically, he perches on one foot in the Muay Thai pose, before swinging his knee into Janus' lower back. This produces results. Janus stumbles forward, and smelling a possible advantage, Card keeps it up, alternating legs as he slams his knees into Janus' spine. After four or five, he backs off, measuring the giant up as Janus holds his back for a moment, before turning around. Moving quickly, Card steps forward and swings one leg up, only to be knocked entirely off balance as Janus swats the kick aside like it was nothing, reaching out and crushing the technically perfect one in a bearhug, before dropping him into his knee with an inverted atomic drop. Holding his possibly damaged jumblies, Card hops away as Janus lets him go. Axis: "An.....interesting start. Card realises that his normal offence isn't working, and then starts applying the knees to Janus' back." Suicide King: "He got a bit confident after those knee strikes - Janus capitalised after blocking his kick like any good champion could." Axis: "Card's no slouch, remember. He's done some serious damage before." Suicide King: "Point taken, idiot Aussie to intelligent commisioner." Tapping the side of his leg, Janus crouches slightly before steaming across the ring, swinging one leg up into the air in order to destroy the back of Card's head, but Chris drops to the canvas and catches Janus with a drop toe hold! The giant loses his balance and crashes to the canvas with a thud. Springing to his feet and wincing at the pain from the inverted atomic drop, Card swings his leg into the air and drives his heel down into Janus' spine. The giant shudders and makes an incoherent growl, and Card follows it up with a double kneedrop. He crouches, climbing onto Janus' back and scissoring his waist. Before he can apply the grounded crossface however, Janus pushes off the ground with his arms, almost jumping back up to a monsterously vertical base with Card clinging to his back. The man known as "Technical Perfection" attempts to unscissor himself and does, however Janus reaches back and grabs him by the waist, before proceeding to walk backwards, and then crush Card in the turnbuckle! Sandwiching him in the corner, Janus steps away, rubbing his lower back, and turns around. Dragging Card out of of the corner, the giant hoists him up into the air, resting him in a fireman's carry.....before dropping sideways and cratering Card's skull into the mat with a death valley driver, and rolling over him for a pin! ONE! TWO! Card kicks out, and Janus rolls off him, rubbing his back again as Card holds his skull. Axis: "First pinfall by Janus!" Suicide King: "And he got two! Card is off his game tonight!" Axis: "And Natasha doesn't look that pleased either." Outside the ring, Natasha looks on at Card and slaps the apron, trying to get him back onto his feet through crowd motivation. Unfortunately, none is forthcoming from the Japanese crowd, as Janus climbs back to his feet and looks down at Chris, kicking him with a boot. Seeing he appears to be dazed, the giant stands still for a moment, and then lifts off the ground like a sack of heavy ball bearings and his huge leg comes crashing down on Card's chest, making him gasp and writhe in pain, rolling away. The giant rises to his feet once more and snorts, flipping his hair from his face. He motions for Card to get up, then lifts his hand high in the air, wriggling his fingers. However, as Chris gets up, he doesn't walk straight into the chokeslam attempt - half-rising, he drops low and tries to legsweep Janus' tree-trunk like legs from under him! The move fails miserably as Janus merely stumbles, but Chris takes the momentary distraction to crawl away and get back to his feet. Janus storms in again, and Card lifts his leg for a roundhouse kick. The giant lifts an arm to swat it away - but the kick doesn't go high, it goes low, crashing into his shin! The giant growls and stumbles, as Card follows up with another, and another, segueing between chest-height and shin-height roundhouse kicks! Keeping up this kicking offense, Card pushes Janus back from one side of the ring and almost all the way to the other. Axis: "Innovative offense from Card! He can't lift Janus, so he'll rely on his martial arts training to get him the advantage!" Suicide King: "Janus doesn't look too pleased about that!" Stinging from the kicks and looking rather displeased with this turn of events, the giant does nothing as Card kicks him back against the ropes, and then makes the mistake of grabbing his arm and attempting an irish whip. Janus reverses the whip and holds Card's arm, and then lifts him into the air effortlessly before dropping him down with a whirl sideslam, causing the ring to shake. Rather than go for a pin, the giant drags Card away from the ropes by the leg and then pulls him to his feet, and higher into the air as Card goes up, and up, and up with a gorilla press. Janus holds him for a moment... ...but Card wriggles free, sliding down Janus' back! Wrapping his hands over the giant's head in a modified crossface, "Technical Perfection" uses the momentum of falling down Janus' back to pull the giant off his feet and crash his skull into the canvas with a crossface reverse mat slam! The crowd ooooooos at the ingenuity of Card, as Janus sprawls on the canvas. Rolling the stunned giant over, Card presses a knee into Janus' lower back and then wraps his arms around one giant leg, lifting it up and gritting his teeth as he applies the half-crab! Janus abruptly comes to life, arrrrghing at the submission hold. Axis: "Amazing! Card avoids a gorilla press, scores with the reverse mat slam, and has the half-crab locked in!" Suicide King: "Janus is nearly invulnerable to submissions, Axis! Look! Card's having trouble simply holding that leg up!" Axis: "...This is true. Hey, haven't all of Janus' clean losses been by submission?" Using his superior upper body strength, Janus pushes himself up off the canvas, and pulls himself towards the ropes. Due to the trouble Card is already having with holding the submission, he drops the leg and watches Janus pull himself up in the turnbuckles - the giant is rubbing his lower back and growling like a cornered and angry animal. Heading over to the corner, Card locks eyes with Janus before slamming a roundhouse kick into his shin. The giant arghs, and grits his teeth as the second roundhouse kick slams into his ribcage. The third kick of the shin-body-head combo doesn't come...due to the simple fact Janus reaches out and clamps both hands around Card's throat, throttling the smaller superstar. Stepping forward, he lifts Card off the ground, still choking him, and abruptly puts the smaller man on his shoulders and sits out, smashing his opponent into the ground with a sitout powerbomb, and holding it for the pin! ONE! TWO! TH... Card kicks out, and the crowd 'aaaah's at the smaller superstar's vitality. Janus frowns and rolls off his opponent, stalking to the other side of the ring from Card and crouching slightly, narrowing his eyes. He steps a little to the left, then to the right, measuring just where Card is as he stands up. Locked on target, Janus stampedes across the ring like a freight train, shoulder angled to shatter Card's ribcage with a Gore. Showing quick thinking, "Technical Perfection" dodges out of the way, then drops flat and legsweeps the running giant, knocking Janus off balance and sending him tumbling out of the ring to the floor! Suicide King: "Janus is out of the ring! And Card's got help on the way while he makes a plan!" Axis: "Is that really a wise decision of Natasha's?" Suicide King: ".....Probably not." Janus lifts his head from the ground as he gets up, and gets a faceful of cleavage. Rising up with surprising speed for a seven foot behemoth, he looks down at Natasha, who has one hand partly raised. Janus tilts his head slightly and frowns, as Natasha shakes her head and lifts both hands to indicate she didn't mean any harm, backing away. Watching her back off, Janus doesn't see Card slide out of the ring, but he sure as hell feels his presence when he feels a knee drive into his lower back, making him argh in pain! With his Muay Thai knees, Card pummels Janus' spine, then spins the giant around and whips him towards the steel steps. Janus however proves that you can't irish whip a HOSS, reversing the move and sending Card knees-first into the steps! Following up, the giant grabs a handful of Card's hair and starts pounding his skull into the stairs as the referee finally gets the common sense to make a ten count, lifting his hands in the air to signal to the crowd. ONE!! Janus finally stops banging Card's head into the stairs, picking up the dazed superstar and holding him over his shoulder, heading for the guardrail. TWO!! Clenching his arms around his opponent's legs, Janus prepares to punish Card's spine by hitting some sort of move on the guardrail - but somehow, Chris fights out of of it, jamming elbows into Janus' head and sliding to the floor! THREE!! Janus shakes his head and turns to the side, looking for Card, only to receive a stiff side kick to the stomach that sends him reeling, clutching his abdomen. He leans on the timekeeper's table, bracing himself with one giant arm. FOUR!! Card scouts Janus, looking at him for a moment. The man known as Technical Perfection charges in...and Janus lunges forward, brutally shortening Chris Card's lifespan with a chest-crushing big boot. Glaring down at the superstar that seems to have a fixation on his spine, Janus moves over to the ring, proceeding to lift the apron cover and ratchet around. The referee, seeing this, stops his count and slides out of the ring as Janus pulls out a steel chair! Axis: "Hey! This match isn't no disqualification!" Suicide King: "Janus wants to retain at all costs! Even if it's by disqualification!" Axis: "Looks more like he just wants to beat Card's head in!" Sliding out of the ring, the referee interposes himself between Janus and Card, trying to pull the chair out of the giant's hands. Janus ignores the referee tugging futilely at his weapon, as Natasha crouches beside Card to check on his condition. Rubbing his chest, Chris slowly pushes himself to his feet as Janus brushes past the referee, lifting the chair high above his head. However, the ref doesn't take too kindly to being snubbed and uses both hands to pull the chair, making Janus turn around to glare at him. Thrusting a finger into the referee's chest, Janus just glares... ...and with the giant sufficiently distracted, Card gets back to his feet and crouches slightly, crossing his arms across his chest and pointing his thumbs at his heart... ...And finally, Janus gets tired of glaring at the referee and lets him have the chair, turning around just in time to receive a thunderous superkick to the left side of his chest, making him reel backwards in surprise and showing pain, holding his chest. Axis: "HEARTBREAKER!!!" Suicide King: "That HAD to hurt...Janus is reeling like Robocop after meeting ED-209!" Axis pauses, glancing at the Gambling Man for a moment with a cocked eyebrow. Axis: "Nice movie reference." Suicide King: "I'd thank you, but what would you Aussies know about good movies?" Axis closes his eyes to think, as the referee yells at both Janus and Card to get back in the ring. Janus seems to obey, rolling back into the ring and coughing a little to gain breath, as the referee carefully puts the chair down on the stairs and climbs back into the ring, followed shortly by Card. The technically perfect one looks slightly perturbed at how Janus proceeds to get back to his feet, as the giant has been absorbing everything thrown at him. The match seems to pause momentarily as both superstars catch their breath and watch each other from opposing ring corners. Janus steps out into the middle of the ring, towards Card, lifting his hand. Cautiously, Card edges out of his corner as well, lifting the same hand. The giant lifts his other arm, as if challenging Chris to a test of strength, and the smaller superstar lifts his arms as well, interlacing the fingers of one hand - before driving a stiff kick into Janus' stomach and applying a hammerlock! Janus coughs to catch his breath, as Card leans in to wrap his arm around the giant's neck. Janus shakes his head, but is too busy recovering lost air to do anything as Card falls back, smashing Janus neck-and-upper-back-first into the canvas! Axis: "CARDIAC ARREST~! CARD HITS THE CARDIAC ARREST~!" Suicide King: "Janus is down!! Get back up! You've held that title longer than Ejiro!" Janus twitches on the canvas as Chris desperately hooks the giant's leg, looking up as the referee drops down to make the count! ONE! TWO! THREE....? One giant shoulder lifts off the canvas microseconds before the hand comes down for the three, much to Card's frustration! He doesn't lose his cool, however, helping the big man back to his feet and applying another hammerlock. Janus is going to have none of this, however, wrapping his free arm around Card's waist and steamrolling him back into the corner. However, this proves to have good and bad effects... The good thing was that Card let go of the hammerlock as Janus Gored him back into the unforgiving turnbuckle. The bad thing was that the not-so-unforgiving, referee was between Card and the turnbuckle, and is now in a slightly squashed looking heap on the ground, half on the apron. Card clutches his back, and Janus limps a little, holding the back of his neck for a moment, then moving his hand down to hold his lower back. Measuring Card as he leans in the turnbuckle, Janus stampedes in, lifting a huge boot to crush Card's skull into the turnbuckle. However, as he swings his leg up, Natasha picks the chair off the stairs and puts it in Card's reaching hand, and he throws it at the giant and ducks out of the way! The result....Janus drives his big boot into the chair....and into the turnbuckle, missing Chris Card completely! Arrrghing in pain, Janus doesn't move his leg from the turnbuckle for several moments, grimacing in pain. Axis: "Janus misses the big boot and kicks the chair into the turnbuckle! And the referee's down!" Suicide King: "Geezus Card! Pick a part and stay with it! You were on his back! Then you drilled his head! Now it looks like you're trying to bust his leg!" Axis: "I guess he's trying to keep Janus off balance so the giant doesn't know where he'll get hit next." Lifting his foot off the turnbuckle and wincing, Janus picks up the chair and turns around with intent to murder Chris Card with it, but he can't even wind up as Card stiffly roundhouse kicks Janus in the shin, and the body, and instead of the face, he roundhouses the still-held chair back into the giant's head! Janus' head snaps back, blood trickling from his nose as he drops the chair. Kicking the chair to the center of the ring, Card grabs the woozy giant and applies the hammerlock again, wrapping his arm around Janus' neck as he moves himself and the giant over to the chair. However, Janus twists as Card attempts to apply the inverted DDT, ending up fully upright! Looking down at the surprised Card, Janus shows him just how painful a boot to the stomach is, and the technically perfect one smells armpit as Janus wraps an arm around his head, and effortlessly lifts him into the air, smashing him down onto the chair with a thunderous implant DDT! The crowd oooooooohs loudly for this segment, as Janus sprawls on his back for several moments. Axis: "Card looking to put Janus out with a Cardiac Arrest on the chair! But that backfired!" Suicide King: "Janus twisted out of it and hit an implant DDT onto the chair! I think Card's skull is busted open!" Axis: "Card's down, Janus is down, the referee's down!" Axis' statement is disproven moments later as Janus abruptly sits up, eyes narrowing as he looks at the barely stirring Card. Looking at the referee, who groans in pain, the giant slowly rises to his feet and slashes his thumb across his throat, signalling that it's over for Chris Card. Dragging him up to his feet by the hair, Janus hooks Card's bloodied head and stands over the chair, hoisting him up into a vertical suplex, holding him there through sheer physical power. He smiles grimly, feeling Card's wriggling rather weak against his body as he holds him in position for the Rage Unleashed. Suicide King: "It's OVER now! Janus will retain the title!" Axis: "It seems Natasha doesn't think so, King! Look!" Sliding into the ring, the Sexy Goth Bitch immediatley drops into the Heartbreaker pose to Janus' side as the giant slowly turns his body, turning a full revolution to show off his power. This turns out to be a rather BAD idea...as Natasha shows to all that Janus is just like any other man by driving a thrust kick straight into the giant's grapefruits! Janus' eyes almost literally bug out of his head at the impact (not to mention most of the male crowd inwardly wincing), and he releases Card, allowing the bloodied superstar to slide down his back to safety as the giant totters in pain. Card takes advantage of this, driving several stiff knees into Janus' back and making him arch in pain, then spinning the giant around and applying a hammerlock, again wrapping his arm around Janus' neck! The giant realises what's coming and shakes his head with a growl, trying to fight out of it, but the pain of having his grapefruits nearly crushed by that thrust kick tells against him...as Card gets a grip and falls back.... ...NAILING THE CARDIAC ARREST ONTO THE CHAIR!! Suicide King: "Get up! Janus! Get uuuuup!" Axis: "CARD HITS THE CARDIAC ARREST ONTO THE STEEL CHAIR! JANUS MAY BE OUT COLD!" Suicide King: "The hell he is! Look! He's moving!" Indeed, the giant is stirring feebly after that assault, rolling over onto his stomach and trying to push himself up. Card kicks the steel chair to the side as Natasha crouches by the referee, slapping him 'lightly', to help him back up to his feet. Card drives his heel into Janus' lower back with a heel drop, then leaps into the air and drives both knees into the giant's spine yet again. Arghing and twitching at the feeling of pain pouring through his back, the giant can do little as Card presses a knee firmly into his lower vertebrae and pulls one of the giant's legs back.....faaaaar back....as he applies the half-crab again, pressing his knee into the giant's punished spine! Janus arghs and shakes his head, trying to press himself up horizontally and crawl to the ropes again, but the pain from his punished back is telling against him. With the referee properly revived (but dazed), Natasha slides out of the ring and pretends she wasn't in there at all, leaning on the apron and shouting at Card to pull back on the submission. Axis: "I think Janus is done for, King! His finisher countered by the sexy goth bitch, and now Card's punished his spine and hooked on the half crab again!" Suicide King: "Janus! Come on! I know I said you were shit as a good guy, but seriously! GET UP! DON'T TAP OUT!" Finally recovering his senses, the referee dives to check Janus' meaty arms as the giant growls and shakes his head viciously, trying not to tap out. He looks at the ropes, straining with his great bulk to pull Card back with him so he can break the hold...but his muscles fail and the giant slumps to the canvas, fists clenched and teeth gritted as he shakes his head repeatedly to the question of tapping out. Thinking of the title that he stands to lose, Janus concentrates all his power, all his energy, into not tapping out...and reaching forward, he stretches an arm to its limit and lunges to grab the rope! Other rather, he would have, if his hand hadn't fallen short thanks to Natasha pulling the rope just out of his reach. Card makes use of the distraction, gritting his teeth at holding the giant's leg up, and pulls him back to the center of the ring. Janus lifts his right hand higher......higher....gritting his teeth... ...and taps out, hitting the canvas repeatedly with his hand! Card instantly drops the giant's leg as "Grind" fires up over the speakers yet again, and Natasha walks over to the timekeeper's desk, picking up the European title and sliding into the ring as Funyon stands up and lifts his microphone. Funyon: "Ladies and gentlemen....your NEW..SMARKS JUNIOR LEAGUE..EURRRRRROPEAAAAN CHAMPION....."Technical Perfection", CHRIIIIIS CAAAAAAARD!" Natasha hands the belt to Chris, who holds it above his head, and then the sexy goth bitch assists in belting it around his waist, Axis and the Suicide King finding their voices once more. Axis: "Card wins the title! Card defeats Janus after a long fight!" Suicide King: "AND some lucky intereference! I don't think Janus will stand for that!" King's words seem to ring true, as Janus grabs the steel chair with one hand, grabbing the ropes with the other and climbing to his feet, blood still running from his nose and a rather displeased expression on his face. Eyeing Card, Janus looks at the title that use to be his. Hobbling on one leg, he lifts the steel chair above his head as "Technical Perfection" turns around... *WHAM!!* Janus spikes the chair into the ground, staring evenly at Chris Card for a long moment. After staring at both him and Natasha with an intense glare, the giant slowly climbs over the top rope and drops to the floor, limping a little on his leg, and starts walking to the back, the beat of Alice in Chains playing "Grind" accompanying the ex-champion as the show cuts to commercial...

I am fucking confused. I was told in chat that Card wasn't going to show at all... ...and yet his match is in there, and not mine? I am f-ing confused. ARrrrrrrrrrrg!

Those of us that aren't listed as pirates.... ...does this make us fat merchants with lots of money for you to plunder? Arr.

*blinks* Whoa. Not many people have the balls to clearly state something like that... Doesn't bother me one bit. Strangler has been, is, and always will be....the RAWK~!

TRIPLE THREAT Aecas vs Omega Storm vs Sean Atlas -- Aecas. Cause I brought him in here and he's a PSYCHO BRIT~! SINGLES MATCH Christian Blackwell vs Mike Van Siclen -- I'll go for Blackwell here. SINGLES MATCH EUROPEAN TITLE Chris Card vs Janus -- Nooooooooo prediction. MAIN EVENT HANDICAP TAG MATCH NO-DQ (Well, duh.) "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins/Crow/Insane Luchador vs Dace Night/Matt Myers -- Crowe to pin Dace or vice versa.

You just like him cause he's DA BOMB like you. TNT and C4....hmmmmmm....coincedence? Oh and (Y)@Crowe for tying Superstar of the Month.

Bump-a-rump-BUMPED! Enjoy life, JLers. (Y)

*votes for Silent* *channels Silent* *kicks other voters IN THE GODDAMN FACE* *stops chanelling Silent*

Oh, and Z? I believe Aecas said he was going to miss this round and wait for the next card - he's actually going back to university so computer access is minimal... (I SHOULD SLEEP )

Well......fuck me. People have been WANTING me to have this title match. And now it's happened. RAWK~!

Now that is a cool site. I used to think I was good with my HTML, and you just put me to shame. BTW, I think I've been Euro champ MUCH longer than 18 days, by now.

Hope to see you around, Arian. Real life always comes first though.