Ace309

I'm shocked that no one's mentioned my superior wang.

Ha! Geeks.

As another guy who's attempted to raise the bar on the World Title defense front, I salute you. Good luck.

Luckily, the ontological status of the World Title is spotty at best.

You definitely should.

"Workrate" is the measure used to describe how much more you like one wrestler than another.

Well, that was intentional. I can't steal the Silver Lining, because it's the Superior Stretch Beta, and his other rare/finishing moves don't lend themselves to countering.

Smoooooooooooooke. I mean, voooooooooooooote.

My vote, for the reasons listed in the Comments Thread, goes to Toxxic/Dace.

Happy birthday to the SWF's favorite lurker, ATLAS~!

Let's do it again! Hoo-hah~! E-Wrestling Universe. Judge in particular had a great time posting silly rumors and news, and I remember it being a lot of fun participating. So come on, folks! Board registrations are open again, so let's get our name out there!

Eh, I got busy, and no one stepped up. :-/ Sorry, man.

I believe Jay Dawg used to mark matches while he was active in the WF, but don't quote me on that. If Levy was to become fully active, though, I bet he'd step down from his marking duties.

Ooooh, Aaron Carpenter's back. ... wait.

I went 6+ months without a belt. Tell me THAT'S not a record of some kind.

SIX-MAN MAIN EVENT OF DOOM!! The Masked Man, Mike Van Siclen, and Todd Cortez vs. Andrea Montgomery, The Birdman, and Justin Bowers - Fifth Avenue SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE WACKINESS!! ”The Superior One” Tom Flesher vs. Sean Davis w/ Special Guest Ref: “Hollywood” Spike Jenkins - np SUBMISSION MATCH!! OH MY!! Landon Maddix vs. Ace Lezaire - Landon, just. RECOVERY MATCH!! Dace Night vs. Johnny Dangerous - Dace USJL TITLE MATCH!! “The Corona” Vladimir Everheart vs. Manson© - Vlad de Burrov HARDCORE BOUT!! Jamie Drazon vs. Candace - Drazon, should he write FOUR-MAN THREE-PHASE ELIMINATION MATCH!! Ryan Dustin vs. David Cross vs. Edward James vs. Nathan Xavier - Gotta send this one Crosstown OPENING SINGLES MATCH OF DEATH!! Ced Ordonez vs. Grand Slam - methinks Ced takes the win in GSMS's match

quick and dirty. MUNICH PROMO - Well-written short promo, though I really hope this goes somewhere. CARD - TNT’s promos are always derivative and pointless. Thoth posted this exact thing last week. Bowers vs. Kinxx - I hate Kingdom Hearts. I mean peanuts. The character dynamic is very interesting. The Surprise Witness fit oddly well in this WWE-style TV affair. No star rating, because I don’t do anything that can be construed as encouraging Judge. Candace vs. Xavier - Not a bad affair, although Riley and Comet got screwed up a few places. I’m having a hard time seeing Riley EVER complaining about a heel manager doing something dastardly, much less Comet arguing with him about it. I had a hard time keeping the heel/face status clear in this match, and the postmatch activity seemed to ignore the strong sympathy vibe the theoretical fans should be getting from Frisco’s cowing demeanor. It seems like the easiest way to handle these characters is to either make Candace sympathetic, or make her a clear-cut heel. Right now she’s a little bit of both and the concept of “shades of grey” doesn’t work in this instance. Drazon vs. Duran - My favorite match of the evening. 42nd Street Promo - Mark Kinxx cameo. (Y) And w00t~! Clusterfuck Tag ACTION~! - I’ll be honest. I didn’t have the stamina to read this. Birdman vs. David Cross - Once again, a perfectly acceptable TV match and a good read despite its shortitude. Vladimir Everheart vs. Martin Hunt - Very fun little read that I thought made very good use of Martin Hunt as a character and wrestler. Street Fighter Tag~! - w00t~! Spike Promo - Short and sweet My match - Yep. It’s mine. Maddix vs. Dangerous - Quite the hot match, putting Johnny over very well. I enjoyed reading this one. Toxxic vs. Dace Night - Very, very well-written match. Easily my MOTN pick.

That's a sign we need LESS LOSER LANDON.

RETURN MATCHES ARE A MYTH. THANK YOU, COME AGAIN.

The fans are on their feet as the pay-per-view telecast resumes, this time for the show’s main event! The signs are there, as always – the usual “Flesher fears Janus,” “Toxxic fears Flesher” and “Janus fears Lithium” are all present in abundance, as is the standard “Toxxic Shock Syndrome” sign that’s taken the fed by storm (featuring a drawing of a tampon with Toxxic’s head pasted over the end). The standard Superior-1 rugby shirts are spread throughout the audience, as are Janus’s old Unholy Trinity cricket jerseys and Toxxic’s soccer shirts. Still, the clearest sign of the fans’ excitement isn’t in what they carry, or what they wear. It’s what they’re shouting, over and over, at the top of their lungs. “START THE SHOW, ASSHOLES, START THE SHOW! *clap clap* START THE SHOW, ASSHOLES, START THE SHOW! *clap clap*” “Tonight,” says Bobby Riley, “we’ve got a match that shouldn’t even be taking place!” It’s fairly obvious that Riley is fuming, as his face is red and that vein… you know, that one on his forehead… is standing out much more than usual. “At Ground Zero, Tom Flesher took on Dace Night in a match that was billed as a number-one contenders match. He beat Dace fair in a Canadian Death match, and won the #1 contendership. Then, a week later, what does that bastard Zenon do? He puts Toxxic and Danny Williams in a so-called number-one contenders match! Now, correct me if I’m wrong, Comet, but the ordinal numbers don’t go 1, 1, 3, 4, 5. Not even 1, then 1a. Tom Flesher had his contendership first, and then Toxxic won his. That makes Toxxic NUMBER TWO!” “Be that as it may, Robert,” says Riley’s spandex-clad broadcast partner, “the interim commissioner elected to put Toxxic in this match against Tom Flesher and the current World Champion, Janus. Now, keeping in mind the history between Tom Flesher and Toxxic…” “START THE SHOW, ASSHOLES, START THE SHOW! *clap clap* START THE SHOW, ASSHOLES, START THE SHOW! *clap clap*” “These fans are really anxious to get the match underway,” says Riley. “And frankly, I’d be happy to get the thing over with. Despite all the ways that Alex Zenon has tried to screw Tom Flesher, there’s one thing that’s certain. Tom Flesher is walking out of here the champion of both divisions – cruiserweight AND heavyweight!” “Now, without further ado, let’s send this to Funyon!” “START THE SHOW, ASSHOLES, START THE SHOW! *clap clap* START THE SHOW, ASSHOLES, START THE SHOW! *clap clap*” “Just give us a chance,” booms Funyon, quieting the crowd as he stands in the center of the ring clad in his black tailcoat. “The following match is your main event! It will continue until one wrestler is defeated twice, with the wrestler securing the second fall over the loser being declared the SWF World Champion!” Funyon pauses to let the crowd pop. After a moment, he continues, “Count-outs and disqualifications will count as losses, but the title cannot change hands except on a pin or a submission. Now, it is my pleasure to announce… challenger number one!” The fans begin to boo, despite the fact that they don’t know which wrestler is coming out. Their questions are answered a few moments later, though. The heavy guitars of Lostprophets’ “We Still Kill The Old Way” kicks in, and the words “Prepare To Be Proved Wrong” flash up one after another on the Smarktron, jagged white letters on a black background. This prompts an even bigger chorus of boos from the crowd, as the picture cuts to footage of Toxxic taking Mike Van Siclen off a balcony and through a table with the Toxxic Shock Syndrome. The landing is timed to coincide with... ‘GO!’ BOOOM!! ...the blast of red pyro announcing the arrival of the SWF's premier straight-edger! The SmarkTron cuts to a shot of Toxxic's lopsided grin before moving onto other match clips such as hitting the Glass Jawbreaker on Aecas, clips of the all-show brawl with Insane Luchador and dropping Kibagami on his head with the Caffeine Bomb. “Making his way to the ring, accompanied by Jet… he hails from Nottingham, England, and weighs in tonight at 218 pounds… he became the number-one contender to the World Championship by defeating three-time World Champion ‘Deathwish’ Danny Williams… the leader of Revolution Zero, he is the Straight-Edge Sensation, TOXXXXXXXXXXXIC~!!!!!” As the main riff hammers out through the speakers Toxxic comes out towards the squared circle, visibly worked up for the match and accompanied by Jet. He pauses as he walks out from the curtain, pointing to the SmarkTron to draw attention to the latest addition to his entrance video: a slow-motion clip of Caffeine Bombing Tom Flesher for the win in Buffalo, New York! This prompts a loud, if mixed, reaction from the crowd, and Toxxic continues along his way to the ring. He stops a short distance from the steps, cracking his neck and talking to himself before rushing it, scaling a ringpost and making the Straight Edge symbol to the crowd. He takes his shirt off, flinging it to his girlfriend and prompting a cheer from the girls in the crowd. He poses once again before the music fades. Toxxic exits the ring and continues his warm-up as Funyon makes the next announcement. “Challenger number two…” BOOOM!! An explosion of blue pyro and smoke lights up the arena as Led Zeppelin’s “Kashmir” begins to blare throughout the stadium! As the smoke clears, Tom Flesher steps through the velvet curtain, wearing a warm-up suit made of shiny silver fabric instead of his usual blue. The light reflects off his silver warm-up as he walks down the aisle, followed closely by Allison Onita! Allie wears a royal blue suit with white pinstripes and a white blouse, making sure to dress herself up for the pay-per-view telecast. More importantly, she struts behind her boyfriend wearing his Cruiserweight Championship belt! “Total disregard for that title,” murmurs Comet. “He doesn’t even care enough to wear it himself!” Flesher gradually makes his way up the aisle, moving slowly and deliberately. He keeps his eyes focused on Toxxic, as his warm-up mirrors the regular explosions of royal blue pyro timed to coincide with the symphonic hooks of the epic “Kashmir.” Meanwhile, Toxxic stares with raw, burning hatred at Flesher, the man who attacked him backstage and poured beer down his throat. Some things, Toxxic thinks to himself, aren’t just mind games. Flesher walks up the stairs, totally focused. Allison follows behind, unstrapping the Cruiserweight Championship from her waist. As the music fades, Flesher positions himself in the middle of the ring. With the cool confidence of a boxer going into a title fight, Flesher stays still as he is announced, except for small movements to keep the blood flowing. “Tonight,” says Funyon, “you will witness history. You, the thousands in attendance and the millions who wish you could be, are going to experience one of the greatest feelings in the history of sport. Tonight, you will watch a pretender to the throne be stripped of his crown. You will watch a fellow challenger be totally emasculated. Most importantly, you will see the greatest athlete in the history of our sport once again follow the King’s Road to the top of the mountain for a record third time! Tonight, stand on your seat… crane your neck… and take many, many photos, as this is a night that will go down in history as the third World Championship win for the man who wears the Cruiserweight Title already, ‘the SUPERIOR ONE,’ TOM FLESHERRRRRRR!!!!!!!!” Flesher shakes his shoulders out, bouncing as the fans boo their hearts out. Allison hoists the Cruiserweight Championship high into the air as Flesher continues his warm-up. As the booing subsides, Flesher slows his movements down. Allison holds the Cruiserweight Title over her shoulder as she helps Flesher strip his warm-up suit off, revealing a blue singlet with shining silver panels in the side, instead of the usual black. Flesher continues stretching out on the outside of the ring as Allison straps the title around her waist again. Once again, the arena goes dark. “And finally…” Red lights begin to flash, in synch with an ominous, buzzing alarm. As the alarm continues to buzz out, indistinct red letters flash on the Smarktron, and a bell tolls ominously as the words resolve into... [sTATUS: RELEASED!] The chorus of Fear Factory's "Resurrection" echoes out over the arena, accompanied by a pair of spotlights that swing around the crowd as if searching after a jailbreak. Blue pyrotechnics fountain from the rampsides, causing a rain of azure to sprinkle down. Consumed with memories... That preceded today... Given a chance to bereave... Life that's slipping AWAY! Janus comes stalking through the entranceway to thundering boos, his trenchcoat flapping behind him. He lifts his arms into the air despite the noise from the crowd, and begins stomping down the ramp. As he goes past each pyrotechnic fountain, they go out. “After having defeated three-time SWF World Champion ‘Deathwish’ Danny Williams at Ground Zero, this man was suspended only to return on a tear! The vain attempt to control him has only made him more dangerous! Hailing from Sydney, Australia, and weighing in at a superhuman 360 pounds… he is the SWF Champion of the Wooooooooooooooorld… THE HELL MACHINE, JAAAAAAAAAAANUS!!!!!!” Revive all my fears! Revive wasted tears! Revive void within! Revive once again! When he reaches the bottom of the ramp, the Hell Machine discards his trenchcoat, laying it on the steps and rolling into the ring. He rises to his feet with a grim expression, thrusting his arms into the air. Blue fountains of flame explode from the turnbuckles, and it is this that brings the light back up as the sound of "Resurrection" fades out. Janus stands in his corner, and Flesher and Toxxic both slide into the ring as well. Toxxic cracks his neck again, and Flesher resumes warming up by shaking his limbs out. “START THE SHOW, ASSHOLES, START THE SHOW! *clap clap* START THE SHOW, ASSHOLES, START THE SHOW! *clap clap*” Finally, senior official Eddy Long calls for the bell! DING DING DING!!!! The fans cheer even louder as the main event of Ground Zero gets underway! Flesher, Toxxic and Janus all stay for a moment in their corners, none of them eager to be the first casualty of the match. Flesher stares coldly at Toxxic, who sneers back in his insufferably arrogant manner. All the while, Janus watches with the undeniable advantage of walking in the champion. “Keep in mind,” says Riley, “that Janus doesn’t have to be involved in any of the falls to lose the World Championship.” Undeniable, indeed. Janus reclines in his corner as Toxxic stalks over to Flesher, steaming with hatred. Flesher backs away, holding his hands up with a cool smirk as if to say, “Easy there, chopper.” “Without a doubt, the biggest rift among these three is between Citizen Flesher and his straight-edge adversary,” says Comet. “Flesher committed an unpardonable sin when he ambushed Toxxic backstage several weeks ago and had the unmitigated temerity to pour beer down the Revolution Zero leader’s throat. You HAVE to believe that Toxxic is looking for revenge.” Flesher tries to back away from Toxxic, but the straight-edger catches him off-guard, sliding into him with a soccer tackle! Flesher spills to the mat, prompting an “OOOH!” from the crowd. Toxxic pops back up to his feet, then dives onto Flesher with a fistdrop! He begins wildly assaulting Flesher, throwing hard punches with a total disregard for Flesher’s safety! His face reddening every second, Toxxic batters Flesher with a barrage of fists! Flesher tries to fight his way out, bridging to shake Toxxic off. No dice. He kicks his legs up in hopes of hitting a boot to the back. Nothing. Finally, Flesher gives up and covers his face with his forearms to try to deflect the blows! The fans cheer Toxxic on as he literally beats Flesher’s face in, throwing his guard away and resuming the beatings! Flesher slides back, trying to assume a judo guard position, but he simply can’t fend off Toxxic’s anger and hatred! He reaches out, grabbing frantically at the ropes as Janus simply sits back and watches! Eddy Long steps in, trying to put himself between the combatants and finally forcing Toxxic off of Flesher! Taamo rolls out of the ring, grimacing in pain and trying to regain his composure! Toxxic leans over the top rope, shouting invective at Tom, who simply turns and leans against the cornerpost while Allison runs up to him to check on his condition. “Where the hell does this kid get off?” fumes Riley. “All Flesher did was have a little fun with him, and he goes and takes it personally.” “Toxxic has every right in the world to be upset with Tom Flesher,” chides Comet. “Tom Flesher took it upon himself to impose his evil tendencies on a man who, despite all other influences, chose to forego the temptation to partake in the alteration of his minds. Flesher gave him no choice and, in fact, mocked his morality. You, Robert, would be just as angry.” “A smart guy like Taamo? I’d thank him for showing me how much fun I could have!” Flesher stays on the outside for a few seconds as the giant rouses from his slumber in the corner. He lumbers over to the ropes and, as Toxxic shouts one last insult at Flesher, Janus grabs him by the shoulder. Effortlessly, he spins the Straight-Edge Sensation around and hits him with a Knuckle Bomb! Toxxic staggers backwards, leaning against the ropes for support as Janus nails him with another sledgehammer-like fist! Toxxic stumbles forward, trying to fight his way out, but goes down to a third Knuckle Bomb! “How do you like that?” Riley chuckles. “All this talk about no drugs, no alcohol, and then Toxxic strolls out here only to end up punch-drunk.” As Toxxic falls, Flesher rolls back into the ring on the other side, avoiding Janus’s tunnel vision. Flesher leans in a corner, smirking as Janus hoists Toxxic off the mat and whips him to the corner like a ragdoll. Janus lifts Toxxic’s left arm up and hammers him with a quick flurry of shots to the body. The Nottingham Brit shudders with each blow before finally slumping down. Janus grabs his arm and whips him across the ring. As Toxxic hits the corner, he grabs both sets of ropes to dull the impact, but Janus charges after him like an angry bull seeking to gore his matador. As he closes in, Toxxic pushes himself off the mat and kicks his legs back, hooking Janus in a headscissors grip! He pushes himself to the side and somersaults over the top rope, diving to the floor and taking Janus with him in a modified Hurricanrana! The two wrestlers collapse to the floor, with Janus taking the brunt of the fall but Toxxic landing hard as well. Flesher sprints over to Eddy Long and shouts, “START COUNTING!” Long raises an eyebrow, but looks down and sees neither wrestler moving. He begins his count. ONE! “What a weasel!” fumes Comet. “Tom Flesher will do nothing short of abusing the rules to try to get ahead!” TWO! “Abusing? Comet, those ARE the rules! Count-outs and disqualifications count against the losers… why WOULDN’T you try to set one strike against both your opponents? That’s smart strategy and solid tactics!” THREE! Toxxic starts to stir, and the unbelievably resilient Janus does as well. Slowly, they begin to get to their feet. FOUR! Toxxic, being closer to the ropes, rolls in under the bottom strand, at which point Flesher immediately drops into him and hits a low dropkick to the head! Toxxic flattens out, and Flesher grabs his hair. He drags him to the center of the ring, focusing only on his stunned opponent as Janus rolls back in to beat the count. He lifts Toxxic’s arm and stiffly boots him in the ribs, watching the straight-edger curl up to try to absorb the blow. Flesher lifts Toxxic to his feet, then drops back. He shoots forward, looking for a double-leg takedown. He telegraphs the move, though, and Toxxic is able to sidestep and spin out! Flesher shoots through and his head pops up as he looks around, confused. Toxxic snags his head in a reverse facelock and drops down, smashing Flesher’s head into his knee! Taamo pops back up and spins around before the Straight-Edger grabs him with a Diamond Cutter and drops to the mat! “FLESHER’S STUCK IN DETOXX~!” shouts Comet, as Toxxic finishes the signature move and Flesher’s eyes roll back into his head. Flesher straightens up and falls back rigidly, landing flat on his back. Toxxic rolls onto him and makes the cover! ONE!! NO!!!!!! Flesher gets a shoulder up, avoiding the first fall. He starts to belly down, his usual course of action. Instead, Toxxic stops him in his tracks with a forearm and slams a fist into his face! Flesher covers up immediately, hoping to avoid any more abuse from the livid Brit. Before Toxxic can commence the assault, though, Janus steps in and slams a boot into his ribs! Toxxic rolls off Flesher, holding his ribcage after the huge attack. Flesher takes the opportunity to roll away and into a corner. As Toxxic limps away, though, Janus catches sight of Flesher trying to play it safe, and reaches down. He grabs Flesher’s face in his enormous hand and pulls him to his feet. As Flesher tries to pull away, Janus slides his hand down and wraps it around Flesher’s neck! He lifts Flesher up with no effort at all and spins around, slamming him to the mat with a chokeslam! The ring shakes as Janus plants Flesher into the canvas! Instead of covering the Superior One, though, the Hell Machine resumes his attack on Toxxic! “Look at that,” says Riley, shaking his head. “Nothing but wasted energy.” “I wouldn’t say that at all, Robert,” says Comet as Flesher lays on the mat. “In the first place, Janus expended little to no energy in lifting Flesher, who’s barely the size of a toy in comparison. In addition, putting Tom Flesher out of action for a few moments will allow Janus to continue attacking Toxxic, in hopes of securing the first fall and perhaps a second quick one to end the match early.” “Now THAT’S an abuse of these rules,” Bobby grouses. “There shouldn’t be any way to rack up pins like that. It’s just wrong and unethical!” Janus approaches Toxxic, only to have the Hot Commodity step forward and try to go toe-to-toe! Fired by his desire to get to Flesher, Toxxic throws a European uppercut into Janus’s chest. The Hell Machine stands perfectly still, his expression totally unchanging as he completely ignores the blow! Toxxic throws another European uppercut, and this time Janus’s expression changes from one of indifference to one of annoyance. He swings his meathook-like hand forward and claps it against Toxxic’s jaw, snapping his head to the side. The Hell Machine shoves Toxxic backwards and cuffs his head again, stunning the fragile aerialist and stepping back to admire his work. “That was pretty stupid,” scoffs Riley. “Toxxic isn’t as big as he thinks, apparently, because no one with half a brain would try to stand up to Janus, especially in a slugfest.” “It’s not stupidity,” corrects Comet. “Rather, Citizen Toxxic is consumed by his desire to get back at Tom Flesher for pouring Red Rooster Ale down his throat in New York City two weeks ago. Frankly, I would be hard-pressed to say that I blame him.” As Janus steps back, though, Tom Flesher slides in behind him. He drops down and hooks the World Champion by his ankle, then spins around to the front. He clips both ankles out from under the gladiator, taking Janus to the mat! He turns toward Toxxic to try to avoid being smacked around any further, but the Straight-Edge Sensation is one step ahead and hammers him in the jaw with a boot! Flesher’s head snaps back and he sits up. Toxxic follows up with another snap kick, this one to Flesher’s right shoulder. Flesher winces in pain, but Toxxic follows up with a flurry of quick kicks to the limb. As he tenderizes Flesher’s arm, Janus rolls away. He gets to his feet and grabs Flesher’s arm, jerking him up. Toxxic spins around, extending Tom’s right arm over his shoulder and snapping it forward! Flesher cries out as Toxxic releases the pressure… then snaps the arm down again! The Superior One screams like a little girl as the series of armwringers continues with a third, a fourth and a fifth! Finally, Toxxic drops to his knees and pulls Flesher forward with an ippon seionage! Flesher hits back-first, and Toxxic covers him! ONE!! NO!!!!!!! Janus steps in and breaks up the fall with a stomp from his tree-trunk leg! He lifts Toxxic to his feet by his head and hammers him with a European uppercut of his own. His red eyes blazing, Janus hammers Toxxic again before grabbing him by the chest. Janus steps back and shoves Toxxic into the corner. This gives Flesher time to roll away and breathe, albeit on his back. “Janus is NOT happy with Tom Flesher,” says Bobby, “but I think he’s even angrier at Toxxic for beating Tom down before he could! Flesher insulted him by tripping him up, and here Toxxic’s trying to horn in on his action!” Toxxic tries to fight his way out of the corner, but a well-placed club forearm to the neck silences him for the moment. With that, Janus turns around and focuses on Flesher. “This will NOT be pretty,” says Comet. Janus sprints forward, unusually agile for a 360-pound freak of nature. He lifts a leg up and, with a thundering crash, lands on Flesher with a huge legdrop! Flesher convulses, not even sure what hit him. “Tom probably thinks that he’s been hit by a bolt of Zeus’s lightning, or by Thor’s legendary mjolnir,” says Comet. “Unfortunately for him, this is much, much worse.” Janus takes his time in rolling off of Flesher, then repositioning himself for a cover. Eddy Long drops down and counts… ONE!!! TWO!!!!! NO!!!!! Toxxic grabs the Australian giant by the hair and pulls him off! Janus turns, only to eat a dropkick to the face! Toxxic backs away, keeping from getting caught in Janus’s grasp. Rather than run away, though, Toxxic sprints toward the ropes. There, he springs onto the middle rope and jumps backwards, hitting the enormous adversary with an asai spinning heel kick! The fans applaud Toxxic’s athleticism, and Jet screams her head off for her man. Flesher, for his part, simply tries to avoid being caught in the crossfire. “Say what you will about the intelligence of such a course of action,” says Comet. “You really must admire the sort of intestinal fortitude required for a man as small as Toxxic to try to stand up to a monster the size of Janus. That modified Role Reversal may have changed the tempo of the match in Toxxic’s favor!” “I WILL say what I will about Toxxic’s intelligence,” spits Riley. “It’s nonexistent! Not only is the man so lacking in self-confidence that he can’t even bring himself to try a controlled substance, but he thinks he can fight with Janus and win! I mean, how dumb can you get?” Janus wobbles a bit, but he catches himself before Toxxic can take him to the mat. The Nottingham native reaches up and slaps him hard across the face sending a loud SMACK!!!! echoing through the arena! Janus’s eyes narrow, and as he scowls, he reaches out and swats Toxxic back into the corner like a fly! Toxxic staggers backwards from the immense force of the blow, and Janus follows it up with a stiff uppercut straight into the straight-edger’s gut! Toxxic doubles over, and Janus simply laughs out loud. “See what I mean?” asks Riley, dripping with satisfaction. Janus grabs Toxxic by the wrist and lifts it over his head, then follows up with a stiff shot to the ribs! Toxxic yells out in pain, and Janus hits another hard body shot. Toxxic’s whole body jumps, and he actually leaves the canvas entirely from the force of the blow! “Look at that power,” says Comet. “With one limb, Janus is hitting with enough force to lift all of Toxxic’s two hundred plus pounds off the mat! One has to wonder why Janus wasn’t an acclaimed heavyweight boxer in his native Australia.” “Maybe it’s… I dunno… because he was locked up in a mental institution?” Riley asks. “That sounds like a good reason to me, bucko.” Janus continues the assault, with Toxxic grimacing more with every shot. Then… WHAM! Janus is slammed forward by a hard, Doc Marten-assisted Yakuza kick between the shoulder blades! Janus rockets forward, slamming into Toxxic! Flesher backs away and, as Janus backs into him, wraps his arms around the Hell Machine’s waist! The Cruiserweight Champion rolls backwards, pulling Janus into a rolling prawn hold! Flesher smirks at the corner-bound Toxxic and grabs a handful of Janus’s waistband, holding the tights for leverage! Eddy Long counts ONE!!!! TWO!!!!!! NO!!!! Janus kicks out, shooting Flesher into the corner and quickly getting to his feet. Flesher avalanches Toxxic as his momentum carries him into the corner. He tries to back away, but Janus sprints into the corner and avalanches both men! Toxxic grimaces, Flesher winces and Janus simply backs away. Flesher staggers out to the side. He takes one step, then takes another, and then flops forward onto his face… with flair~! The crowd, simply put, explodes! Toxxic, meanwhile, slumps in the corner and holds his tender ribs. Janus reaches down for the nearest body – which happens to be Flesher – and hoists him into the air. He presses the Cruiserweight Champion over his head with his arms fully extended and walks, without even breaking a sweat, to the center of the ring. “The power of the Hell Machine, the World Champion, is simply beyond reproach,” says Cyclone Comet. “He has seemingly inexhaustible reserves of energy, and no one in the SWF can compete with it.” Janus stands in the center and bends his elbows, then military presses Flesher back up! He presses Flesher over his head again, again and again… a sixth time, a seventh, simply showing off his superhuman power by lifting the king of the cruiserweight hill above his head over and over again! After the tenth press, Janus throws Flesher up into the air and simply walks out from under him, leaving the former World Champion to crash nearly ten feet to the mat! Flesher hits the ground in a heap, the wind knocked out of him totally. He rolls away, but not without attracting the attention of the World Champion. “Janus isn’t going to let him go that easily,” says Riley, worry tinging his voice. “There hasn’t been a fall yet, and I think Janus wants it to be Tom Flesher!” “You don’t trip up the World Champion when he’s in the middle of a beating,” says Comet, with the air of repeating a long-standing and well-known proverb. “You simply do not.” Janus gazes down at Flesher with a smirk and reaches for him. He gets taken off his feet, though, when Toxxic sprints up to him and hammers him in the temple with a dropkick! The World Champions collapses to one knee, but quickly bounces back up to his feet. It’s too late for him to grab Toxxic, though, as the Hot Commodity is already sprinting at the ropes. Janus charges at him, even as Tom Flesher rolls to the apron to catch his breath. Toxxic leaps onto the middle rope and bounces off, nailing the World Champion in the jaw with a springboard back elbow! The fans cheer the move, despite their anger toward all three of the combatants. Janus, however, doesn’t go down. Toxxic maintains his composure as he quickly rolls away, then springs up and climbs the ropes. As quickly as he moves, Janus simply isn’t able to keep an eye on him as he scales the turnbuckles. As the Thunder from Down Under finally catches up with Toxxic, he sees the high-flying challenger leaping at him! He eats a missile dropkick to the face, staggering backwards but still staying on his feet! The fans boo as Janus regains his footing, but Toxxic is simply moving too fast for the Aussie to catch up with him. “Toxxic’s keeping the pressure on,” says Riley. “He’s trying to keep moving fast enough so that the damage can accumulate and he can pick up the pin. Really, it’s very hit or miss,” he says with a yawn. “Hit or miss? Robert, Toxxic has been doing nothing but hitting! How can you say that? I daresay you’ve been deluded and have lost sight of JUSTICE in ACTION~!” “You wouldn’t say that if it weren’t commercial.” Toxxic sprints to the ropes. He once again mounts the top turnbuckle, but rather than going mondo akimbo, he simply springs off the turnbuckle to avoid taking too much time. He arches back, hitting Janus flush in the chest with a moonsault bodyblock! This time, though, the Hell Machine catches Toxxic! The fans groan, disappointed, as Janus adjusts his grip into a power slam position. He drops to one knee, slamming Toxxic’s tender ribs into his knee! He stands up again, but then drops into a second rib-breaker! Finally, looking like he’s swinging a teddy bear, Janus drops to the mat one more time to complete his triple rib-breaker combination! Toxxic slumps down on the mat, holding his ribcage and looking like he’s in serious pain. Janus, meanwhile, wears a mask of sadism. He looks over to Flesher, who holds his hands up and gestures toward Janus. “Smart man,” says Riley. “Tom Flesher knows two things. First of all, he knows that he’s one up on Toxxic. He’s not just hitting Toxxic now… he’s hitting Spike Jenkins by taking the Cruiserweight Title. He’s picking Revolution Zero apart bit by bit. Second, he knows that he does NOT want to get between Mama Bear Janice and her little Toxxic cub tonight. Janus wants to destroy Toxxic? Why mess with it?” Janus lifts the barely-moving Toxxic off the mat. As Flesher stands in the corner, he watches closely as Janus carefully traps Toxxic’s left arm against his body. The fans boo as he picks Toxxic completely off the mat and grabs him in a trapped-arm bear hug, trying to crush the Brit’s ribcage! “HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL CRUSH~!” shouts Comet, shilling the name of the World Champion’s submission finisher. “That arm-capture bear hug has taken out some of the best athletes in the SWF today, and Toxxic’s ribs are so battered already… how can he hold on?” “Ha!” snickers Riley. “What a jerk! Not only is he going to be the first to go, but he’s going faster than Chance Silver went down to Candace last week!” “Keep in mind, Robert, that Toxxic has been the main target of both men’s offense,” says Comet, as Toxxic writhes in pain. “Who can withstand the abuse of the Hell Machine and the Superior One?” Toxxic tries once more to escape… but finally… TAP! TAP! TAP! DING DING DING!!!! The crowd assaults the ring with a chorus of boos as the bell rings, angry that Janus is coming out on top and that Toxxic has given up the ghost so early. “The first fall: Toxxic submits!” announces Funyon. “Janus wins the first fall, Toxxic is charged with the loss!” Janus sneers with pleasure as he shoves the straight-edger away and dumps him to the mat. From there, his face twists into a sadistic mask, and he turns around to see Tom Flesher doing his best to stay out of the way. “You had better believe,” says Comet, “that Janus is more than a bit unhappy with Tom Flesher after that pin attempt, and that Citizen Flesher isn’t going to be able to take much of what Citizen Bailey wants to give to him.” “Oh, he’s probably just jealous that Flesher used the ADF II against Ced Ordonez,” scoffs Riley. “Janus is a little unstable, you know.” “You’re kidding.” Janus steps toward Flesher slowly, his shadow nearly Flesher’s 5’10” frame. Flesher backs away, trying to beg off just as he did at the beginning against Toxxic. Once again, he finds reassurance that begging is not his choice of profession. ** CRACK ** Janus slams a backhand straight into Flesher’s jaw! Tom staggers backwards into the corner, but Janus advances on him! Flesher makes sure to grab the top rope on one side and hook his leg over the bottom rope on the other, as the angry giant grabs him immediately and looks to repeat the first fall by slapping the Hell Crush on Flesher! Flesher holds on for dear life, wincing in pain as Janus squeezes the life out of him! Heee continues assaulting Flesher’s ribs and right shoulder even as Eddy Long shouts and counts, screaming for the Australian Bear to break the hold! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! Finally, Janus backs away and throws Flesher forward, nearly impaling him on the cornerpost before his lifeless body slumps to the mat. Allison scampers over, trying to bring her man back into the world as Eddy Long reprimands the World Champion. Janus growls at the official, though, and Long quickly backs away. Janus starts toward Flesher, but looks over to the opposite corner and sees Toxxic nursing his injuries. His eyes gleam as he decides instead to advance on the Nottingham native. “Smart plan of attack,” shills Riley. “He’s going after the man who’s already given up once. Really, the only smart thing to do with Tom Flesher is incapacitate him while he works on Toxxic to try to get the second fall. Attacking Tom Flesher for the fall will only open both guys up for the second fall and add another twenty minutes to the match. Plus, it’ll give Toxxic a chance to pin Flesher.” “You just don’t want to see Tom go out on his back,” Comet yawns. “Yessir, work on Toxxic,” says Riley, ignoring Comet. “Go for that second fall on Toxxic. It’s the only smart thing to do.” Janus grabs the Straight-Edge Sensation and yanks him into a bear hug. Instead of holding him in the Hell Crush again, though, Janus arches back and throws Toxxic to the side with a belly-to-belly suplex! Toxxic crashes to the mat hard on his back, and Janus rolls through on top of him. He stands up, bringing his adversary straight off the mat and into the belly-to-belly again. The Hell Machine once again falls to the side, swinging Toxxic’s limp body with him and slamming him to the canvas. The sickening thud that echoes through the arena when Toxxic lands doesn’t even dissipate before Janus is on his feet again. This time, though, he pauses before suplexing Toxxic… instead of sending him to the side, the World Champion arches backwards and throws his hapless foe over his head and to the mat in a picture-perfect Railgun suplex! Janus rolls to the side, and Flesher quickly ducks down to the floor, avoiding Janus’s blood-red gaze. Satisfied, the Hell Machine stands up and grabs Toxxic by the hair. “Tom Flesher is hiding, essentially,” says Comet. “He wants to avoid being seen by Janus, and so he ducks into the all-concealing shadows. What a brave man!” Comet rolls his eyes. “Zip it or I’ll sew your mouth hole shut,” Riley says. “Tom Flesher is being tactical, that’s all.” “If he’s not more tactical shortly, Janus is going to use his own tactics and win the second fall,” cautions the masked man. Sure enough, as soon as Janus’s back is turned, Flesher climbs back up and rolls onto the apron. He cautiously watches Janus, trying to avoid being seen. “Smart man,” whispers Riley. “You don’t have to whisper,” whispers Comet. “They can’t hear us.” Janus holds Toxxic by the head, then lifts him off the mat at a 45-degree angle. After stalling for a moment, Janus drops to the mat and spikes Toxxic head first onto the mat with an implant DDT! Toxxic bounces off the mat, but quickly falls back onto the canvas before Janus rolls him to his back. The Hell Machine covers Toxxic, smothering him and hooking the leg! Eddy Long counts ONE!!!! TWO!!!!!! NO!!!!!!!!!!!! Tom Flesher sprints in and hammers Janus in the head with a diving elbow! Janus shakes his head, seemingly incredulous of what just happened. He turns around slowly and looks Flesher in the eye. The Superior One’s eyes widen to roughly the size of dinner plates as he backs away, but the Hell Machine grabs him by the shoulders and lifts him straight off the mat! He holds Flesher over his head and shakes him like a parent shaking an infant! “Put him down this instant!” shouts Riley. “Don’t you know that can cause Shaken Baby Syndrome?!” “Is that the best you can do, Robert?” Comet says, before ruminating a second. “Although the analogy of Flesher as an infant and Janus as an angry parent is oddly appealing.” Janus shoves Flesher back into the corner, then comes at him swinging his volleyball-sized fist toward Flesher for a huge backhand. The Superior One ducks! As Janus swings through, Flesher crouches down and drives forward with a low ankle-pick takedown! He tries to lift Janus’s giant calf off the mat, but the World Champion simply stands still. He doesn’t move a muscle, except to sneer at the Superior One’s inability to execute his move. Flesher tries again to execute the leg lever, but Janus stops him in his tracks with a downward-swinging Knuckle Bomb! Flesher flattens out on the mat! “Did you see that?” asks Comet. “A single blow flattens the Cruiserweight Champion to the canvas, and the World Champion remains in total control of the match!” With that, the Hell Machine grabs Flesher around the waist. He lifts his opponent off the mat with a gutwrench grip, then spins him around. Janus switches his grip off, then sits out to complete the falcon arrow! “GUTWRENCH FALCON ARROW!” shouts Riley, obviously in distress. “Dear God, what’s Flesher going to do?!” “Janus is obviously looking to incapacitate his opponent,” says Comet. “Still, the inky black karma that penetrates his soul will doubtless interfere with his ease of victory, and none of the competitors in the match will have it any more easy.” Janus looks down at his limp adversary, then over at the now-standing Toxxic. He lifts Flesher up again into a gorilla press, just as effortlessly as he did earlier in the match! This time, though, Janus is too focused to toy with Flesher. Rather than military press him over and over, Janus simply throws him like a lawn dart at Toxxic! The straight-edger doesn’t have enough time to move, and so the flying Superior One hits him hard! Toxxic quickly shrugs Flesher off, though, and shakes him onto the apron. Flesher grimaces in pain, but tries to get to his feet anyway. His eyes are bleary, but he manages to pull himself up to his feet with the ropes and stagger drunkenly over to the corner. Toxxic, for his part, gets up to his feet to avoid being victimized any further by Janus. The Australian charges at him, but Toxxic ducks his running lariat! He stands erect behind Janus and reaches up to hook the Hell Machine’s head. Then, taking two quick steps, he drops to the mat with a 3.0 neckbreaker that jars Janus’s vertebrae so hard that he rolls away to shake off some of the cobwebs! As Toxxic tries to regain his composure, the Superior One steps in. He hammers the shell-shocked Brit with a palm strike, pausing to shake out the right arm that Toxxic attacked earlier. Then, with the Hot Commodity still dazed, Flesher drives a knee into his stomach. He hooks Toxxic into a front facelock, lifts him off the mat, and then drops him gut-first across the top rope! The Revolution Zero leader yelps in pain as his ribs get slammed against the stiff cable of the top rope. Flesher yanks him back into the ring, though, and grabs him in another front headlock. Out of the corner of his eye, Flesher sees Janus getting to his feet, then crouching down again. As Janus charges toward Flesher, he drops down for a Gore! In desperation, Flesher jumps back, pulling Toxxic into the juggernaut’s path! Janus drives his shoulder into Toxxic’s ribs, sending him to the mat! Flesher backs away, and Janus makes the cover! ONE!!!!! TWO!!!!!!! THREE!!!!!!! NO!!!!! Flesher breaks up the pin with a dropkick to the head that physically pushes Janus off of Toxxic’s body! Janus ignores the impact of the blow and stands up, glaring at Flesher! Flesher backs away as Janus steps over Toxxic. Flesher backs all the way into the corner… but as Janus barrels toward him, Flesher leans back and throws both feet up to hit the Hell Machine in the jaw! Flesher earns a reprieve, sending Janus back a few feet. Still, Janus recovers quickly and comes back after him! Once again, Flesher leans backward and stiffly kicks him in the jaw! This time, Janus backs away. He turns toward the ropes, trying to shake off the impact. Flesher looks out to the crowd… and then decides that this is a risk worth taking. “What the hell is he doing?” asks Riley, as Flesher slowly scales the ropes. Toxxic’s eyes flit open as he does, but the Straight-Edge Sensation closes them again just as quickly to avoid being seen. Flesher perches himself on the top rope, watching Janus carefully. As Janus holds his position, Flesher dives forward and hits him in the back of the head with a flying shotei! Janus staggers forward into the ropes as Flesher backs up to give himself more room. Toxxic lies in wait on the mat, his eyes wide open as he plays possum and Flesher ignores him. Janus slowly begins to turn around, only to see the Cruiserweight Champion charging at him! Flesher builds up steam and cocks his leg up, hammering Janus in the chest with a Yakuza kick! The impact sends Janus backwards, and he topples over the top rope to the floor! The fans cheer as the Australian giant hits the concrete, and Flesher leans against the top rope to catch his breath. “YAKUZA KICK!” bellows Riley. “Flesher hits it and sends Janus to the outside!” “It’s going to take more than that to put Janus out for good,” says Comet. “Janus is more resilient than anyone seems to give him credit for.” “Where have I heard that before, Comet? Hm? Could it have been Frost? He fits the profile perfectly. Big, dumb, musclebound, and people think he’s talented for some reason. Let me tell you something – Janus is no better than Frost, and Toxxic is no better than Bill Hearford. Flesher took them both out and walked up the aisle under his own power. Why do you think tonight’s going to be any different?” “Perhaps because Tom Flesher is obviously not himself lately, and these two are more talented at exploiting his weaknesses than anyone before, Robert. In tandem, it’s doubtless that they’ll be able to put Flesher down for the count, or at least block him from the win.” Janus, however, seems to belie Comet’s statement as he lays on the concrete trying to regain his senses. Flesher smirks at him, seeming to exude an arrogance he had never shown before. Rather than go back to Toxxic for the all-important second fall, he simply relaxes and watches as Janus tries to get to his feet. In the background, Toxxic sees his opening and takes it. He gets off the mat, having recovered enough to take control, and stealthily moves in behind Flesher. As Flesher continues watching the Hell Machine get up, Toxxic reaches around and grabs him by the forehead! Before Flesher even knows what hit him, Toxxic leaps into the air and pulls him back into a cradle with Underkill! “Did you see that?” marvels Comet. “Toxxic has been lying in wait for that very moment for several minutes, and when the opportunity presented itself, he seized it! No matter how young he is, you have to admire that sort of strategy from the challenger!” “That’s a sneak attack, plain and simple! Why do you insist on rewarding those damn foreigners for their sneaky tactics and total lack of ethics?!” Toxxic looks over at Eddy Long, but doesn’t hook the leg for the fall. Instead, he stands up. Not noticing Janus rolling into the ring, Toxxic lifts Flesher to his feet. Then, with the stunned Cruiserweight Champion standing in front of him, Toxxic steps behind and ducks down. As the fans begin to scream, Toxxic hoists Flesher up onto his shoulders and stands erect, in position for the Dangerlust! “Could it be?” yells a hoarse Cyclone Comet, trying to shout over the roaring crowd. “Will we see the Dangerlust again? Will Toxxic get his revenge over Tom Flesher in the most vicious way possible?” Behind Toxxic, Janus springs into action. As the challenger steadies himself for the vertebra-crushing Joker Driver, Janus sprints past him and rebounds off the ropes! Before Toxxic can sit out and spike Flesher head-first to the mat, Janus steps into a discus spin and nearly decapitates him with a rolling lariat! The fans groan with disappointment as Flesher falls to the mat in a de facto electric chair drop, and Toxxic lays motionless on the mat. Obviously injured, even though the intended move wasn’t completed, Flesher rolls to the outside and collapses in a heap at Allison Onita’s feet. “And NOW, this is where the World Champion’s evil tendencies will pay off!” says Comet. “The first fall of the match came at Toxxic’s expense, but no decision has been made since then. Tacitly and tactically, Janus has worn away at Toxxic’s ribs, even allowing Tom Flesher to do his dirty work! Now, we see the inky black fruits of his labor!” “Pfft,” Riley says. “There aren’t any black fruits.” “What about blackberries?” Comet protests. “Purple.” “Well, if there was ever an expert on shades of purple…” Janus grabs the shocked Toxxic by the waist and lifts him off the mat, still showing almost no signs of fatigue. He gutwrenches the challenger into the air and throws him over one shoulder like a child putting on an empty backpack. With the Straight-Edge Sensation hanging over his shoulder in a Canadian backbreaker, Janus squeezes him, prompting a scream from his adversary! Janus’s face twists into a sadistic smile, and he squeezes again! Once again, Toxxic cries out. Janus drops abruptly to one knee, nearly breaking Toxxic in half as he executes the Spinal Division on his helpless victim! Toxxic slumps forward, holding his ribs in a token attempt at alleviating the pain. Janus, though, simply stomps on him one more time… before dragging him to the middle of the ring. “Janus, it seems, is setting up a clean pin directly in the center of the ring,” says Comet. “Perhaps this is an attempt to come off as a perfectly legitimate competitor, but…” “Listen, shut up for a second and watch the match,” says Riley. “He’s heading to the corner, you idiot!” Sure enough, Janus moves to the corner and scales the ropes. A hush falls over the crowd as the 360-pound monster slowly climbs to the bottom turnbuckle, then the middle one. Finally, he perches his giant body on the top rope. He struggles for a moment to keep his balance, but finally stands up as surefooted as a mountain goat. The crowd goes silent with awe. “This Goliath of a man is standing on the top rope,” says Comet quietly. “Without a doubt, if he executes his frog splash, Toxxic is going to be little more than a cruiserweight-shaped dent in the canvas. I believe the appropriate reference would be to Wile E. Coyote.” Janus takes a deep breath before leaping off the turnbuckle and bringing his elbows and knees together at the height of the jump! He soars through the air, showing inhuman agility. Time seems to stop as he falls from the apex of his jump to the mat, extending all seven feet, two inches of his body and hitting the diminutive Toxxic’s tender ribs with a huge frog splash! The crowd cheers for Janus’s physical ability, and even Allison Onita is shown looking shocked by the move. Her waist is bare. “This is it, without a doubt,” says Cyclone Comet. “It would be simply beyond all of Toxxic’s resilience, ability and desire to kick out after that. Toxxic will not be getting up.” As Janus makes the cover, Eddy Long drops down. Janus’s chest heaves, showing the effort he had to go to in order to hit the move and the amount of damage it did to him as well as to his opponent. He hooks Toxxic’s leg, and Eddy Long counts ONE!!!! TWO!!!!!! NO!!!!!!!!!!!!! The crowd bursts into a chorus of boos as Tom Flesher dives onto Janus and cracks him over the head with his Cruiserweight Championship belt! The World Champion grabs his skull and rolls off of Toxxic, caught at his most vulnerable with a blatant use of a foreign object! DING DING DING!!!! “Ladies and gentlemen,” announces Funyon, “the second fall of the match is a disqualification charged against Tom Flesher! Again, Tom Flesher loses the second fall by disqualification!” Flesher shrugs, a facetious “Oops” look on his face. Eddy Long admonishes him for his use of the belt, but Flesher cooperatively throws it to the sideline, where Allison Onita snatches it. She replaces the belt around her waist, clasping it in the back as Flesher pushes his way past Long and mounts the second turnbuckle. Janus stays on his hands and knees, trying to shake off the cobwebs brought on by the belt shot. Flesher looks down at him like a hawk, and carefully measures the distance. Then, after taking a deep breath of his own, he dives off the ropes and hits a surgically-precise diving knee to the back of Janus’s head! Coming from behind, he catches Janus totally by surprise and flattens him with the knee strike! “Modified Ego Trip!” shouts Riley. “Tell me that’s not tactical! Tell me that’s not strategic! Tom Flesher turns the Ego Trip into a diving knee strike and stuns Janus!” Flesher, not without a great deal of effort, rolls the groggy Janus to the outside, where the giant hits the concrete hard. Nonetheless, his eyes flutter open after only a few seconds, and he starts to get to his feet. In the ring, Flesher takes a moment to breathe, having used a great deal of energy just to roll Janus out. He crawls over and drapes his body over Toxxic’s, making sure to hook the motionless Brit’s leg. Eddy Long makes the count… ONE!!!! Janus looks up over the apron and sees the cover. He reaches into the ring, trying to grab Flesher or Toxxic to break up the fall, but simply can’t reach! TWO!!!!! Janus lunges into the ring, desperately grabbing at Flesher to break up the pin! THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DING DING DING!!!! “The third fall of the match, a pin against Toxxic… your winner, and NEW SWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… TOM FLESHERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” The crowd goes crazy, booing Flesher with all they’re worth as he pops up to his knees and realizes what happened. He looks up to the sky, pumping his fists in front of his chest and looking absolutely elated! “Flesher is on cloud nine!” shouts Bobby Riley. “He’s joined the very exclusive club of three-time World Champions, and the even more exclusive double champions club! He’s been there before, but not like this! Tonight, he reigns as king of two mountains!” Janus, however, is NOT happy. As Eddy Long ducks out of the ring to get the World Championship belt, Janus grabs Flesher by the singlet and lifts him to his feet. His blood-red eyes are filled with rage as he hammers Flesher with a Knuckle Bomb that sends Flesher falling backwards and rolling to his stomach! Jet, sensing that her charge might be in trouble if left in the ring much longer, grabs Toxxic by the ankle and assists him in leaving the ring. He shakes his head on the outside, looking confused… clearly, he doesn’t know what’s going on in the ring. Flesher, though, can’t avoid the raging lunatic. Janus grabs him and flings him to the corner, where he crashes into him with a running avalanche. Flesher staggers forward out of the corner, taking one step… then another… and then falling flat on his face! Janus, though, simply steps forward and drops a leg across his neck! DING DING DING DING DING!!!! “The match is over, Terrence!” pleads Comet. “There’s no call for this!” Referees and road agents pour out from the back. They flood the ring, trying to get between Janus and the new World Champion. Janus simply throws them away, though, flinging the comparatively tiny officials to the sidelines to clear an area in the center of the mat. “Oh, in the name of Zeus, no…” murmurs Comet. Janus grabs Flesher by the head and lifts him to his feet in a front facelock. Raging mad, his face almost as red as his eyes, Janus lifts Flesher into the air and holds him upside down. “No, Terrence, NO!!!!!!!!!!” shouts Comet. “DON’T DO IT!!!!” Janus sits out, dropping Flesher straight onto his skill with the Rage Unleashed!!!! The fans scream out their hatred for a man who would attack an opponent after the match and simply slaughter him. Flesher lays in the center of the mat. Before Janus can get up, though, the officials swarm him and, together, manage to subdue him. They pull the angry giant out of the ring and, with the help of security, keep him under some semblance of control as they get him to the back. In the ring, Allison Onita kneels over her man, screaming for an EMT. “GET HELP!!!” she screeches, watching Flesher’s chest moving only shallowly. “HE NEEDS SOME GOD DAMN HELP!” Heavy, they say, is the head that wears the crown. Allison screams as the show fades away… “GET SOME GOD DAMN HELP!!!!” === SWF Ground Zero. August 1, 2004. © Noble Gas Television. All rights reserved. The Smarks Wrestling Federation: “Raising workrate by typing faster.”

QUANTITY NOT QUALITY kidding. kidding. kidding.

Wild conjecture. I figured they were just going to play up the carnival aspect of Regal's past... didn't he recently write a book about it?

9150.00

Hey, hey. Spike's character contributed to me being able to convincingly trounce him.

I owned it three times, with small breaks in between, for about three months. Following in Thoth's footsteps, I made footsteps for Ejiro to follow in, and he made footsteps for Landon. It's the Dick Heel Championship™.