Ace309

Duran, you're being a testicle. To say that Wildchild is Crash and Ejiro is D-Von just because of some passing similarity in the titles they hold is silly when both of them are among the more talented writers in the fed and they're both in the middle of elevation. What you had was an upper-midcard-level wrestler, as evidenced by his placement in the recent four-way contendership match, finally getting a win with an interesting wrestling-based subplot over a top contender who is not only half of a dominant tag team but also one of the top singles writers in the fed. Wildchild's not a comedy wrestler and Ejiro's not an incompetent boob. I'm sorry you don't understand that, but hopefully we can move past this topic.

Zang!

Hope you didn't mind me taking some liberties with your character.

Have you been paying attention to the angle WC and Ejiro have been running for... many, many moons now? WC going over Ejiro was a conscious decision on the part of the team to give Ejiro another clean win over Flesher and follow that up with Wildchild avenging a lot of the bullshit that Ejiro's been feeding him. No one ever reads or comprehends stylistic nuance, which pisses me off, but there was major stylistic nuance in Wildchild's finish. He had been wrestling the Ejiro-influenced conservative style for a while now, and he finally went back to his crowd-pleasing flip-floppery to get the big win over the Jir. To say that it was a badly-booked, meaningless finish is... well... stupid.

I should so copypaste Survivor Series for ny next RP.

otoh, I'm a bad RPer.

Total: 20,543.

We'll be in fine shape, Mr. Slim.

I'm really surprised that I advanced. I thought for sure that the Zen ninja's 4000 RP in which he yakked about his home fed for 3500 words was going to take it.

Well, for one, it's a small world.

Pineapple and bacon pizza.

It's not that your vocabulary bothers us... at least, not me. It's that there are other words that would serve the same purpose and come off sounding much less awkward. Example: "This is a stupid question, but I'm in denial, so I'll ask anyway." I can't imagine your phrasing rolling smoothly off the tongue, and so when I read it it just sounds bad. You sound like a twelve-year-old who just bought his first thesaurus and can't wait to use it. I'm just waiting for you to accuse McLennan of hubris and then declare your sad lament that coitus is not imminent. Or you could call Craig a jerk and complain that you're not getting laid. The only redeeming factor for awkward phrasing is that it sometimes helps with precision. Sometimes, using a cumbersome word is unavoidable, and sometimes the extra syllables help the rhythm of a sentence. I can safely assume, having read your posts here, that's not your motive. A in Advanced English or not, I can't imagine a competent instructor returning your papers without tons of "word choice" proofreading marks.

They can replace the "This is the Slickster" line with a sound bite of Teddy Long yelling, "LEMME HOLLA AT YA PLAYA," and then replace the "I ain't no jive soul bro!" bits with "B'LEE DAT!" Come on, that's money.

It's like a sleeper only FAR more stylish.

You'll do a lot better when you tone down the attempts at speaking poetically. A lot of what you've said in this thread is prhased awkwardly, and it seems like you're trying to use big words whenever possible. Girls HATE that. They like it when your speech is relaxed and cadenced properly. Trust me on this one.

Well, as far as I'm concerned, it's like Owen selling the bag of popcorn. In the context of a comedy match, it's entirely appropriate.

Mark, your internet rumors make me feel all squishy inside.

I heart how people ignore the two perfectly viable efeds we already have on this board.

Well, JOTW, what he's trying to do is get us to stop and look at what he perceives as a double standard. He's trying to say that if Moore were standing up for a cause we believed in, we would back him... which is obvious, of course. The problem is that he's apparently trying to relate the two situations; basically, he's saying that we see people who support causes we support as martyrs when they lose their jobs for standing up for what they believe in, and then draws some unintelligible conclusion from there. He seems to imply that this is a double standard, but of course it's clear that we back the causes we perceive as just. It would be an outrage for a judge to lose his job for supporting gay rights within the confines of the law he's sworn to uphold; it would be good business for a judge to lose his job for supporting gay rights going above and beyond the confines of the law he's sworn to uphold. He seems to understand that the cases are completely different, but insists on drawing a tenuous analogy anyway.

As much as all the action in a battle royal has to happen in the ring, yes.

And that's not relevant to the case at hand at all, because the only justification for the monument being in the courthouse was Moore's statement that the 10 Commandments are the foundation of modern law. It wouldn't happen that way with gay rights or women's rights, and that's why your post is so incoherent. I mean, I guess if you wanted to say that Plato's philosophy was one of the foundations of modern law... and that pederasty was common in Greece at the time, as evidenced by the conversations in the Symposium... and you wanted to honour Plato for his contribution by erecting (Ha!) a statue of Socrates buggering a little boy, that's getting close, but...

SJL METAL CARD Date: Tuesday, November 18, @ 9 PM EST Venue: The parking lot outside the St. Pete Times Forum (formerly the Tampa Ice Palace). As some of you may remember, the SJL has been banned from the Ice Palace. However, we were planning to be in the area, and so they let us hold a card in their parking lot. Weather will be sunny for the early matches but we’ll kick the lights on for the later ones, and the fans will be general admissions (read: crazy). Send Promos & Marked Matches To: Longdogger_Pete OPENING PROMO: Not called yet. ROOKIE MATCH Charismatic Kev vs. Wes Outlett Description: Wes Outlett hasn’t been doing well in his first few appearances, but Commissioner Raynor is wondering if he’ll do better against fellow rookie Charismatic Kev! The ladies love him, for some reason. Rules: Standard singles match. DQ & countout in effect. Word Count: 3000 Send To: Ace309 SINGLES MATCH Todd Royal vs. Unknown Warrior Description: Todd’s got a title shot coming up after defeating Insane Luchador in a Quadruple Domination match. He’ll have to tune up against the Unknown Warrior, who has his sights set on the World Title as well. A win here, or even a strong showing, will put Warrior in line for a shot. Rules: Standard singles match. DQ & countout in effect. Word Count: 4500 Send To: Ace309 FOUR WAY VERY ODD VICTORY CONDITIONS MATCH “Hollywood” Spike Jenkins vs. Manson vs. Alan Clark vs. Dominic Korgath Description: These four men struggle to stand out from the field. Tonight, they will try to be the last man standing in the ring that’s situated in a parking lot, not a field. Rules: All four men in the ring. A wrestler is eliminated when he is pinned, submits, or is thrown over the top rope and has both feet touch the floor. No, there are technically no disqualifications. No, this does not mean you get to go medieval on your opponents’ asses using all kinds of hardcore plunder. Word Count: 5500 Send To: Thoth MAIN EVENT WORLD TITLE MATCH FANS BRING THE WEAPONS Aecas © vs. Landon “La Cucaracha” Maddix Description: Maddix is cashing in his title shot here! He’s been enjoying the hradkore stylingz thus far, so why not let these two get it on hardcore? This time, the fans will be supplying the madness! And remember: They’re comped, so they’re crazy! Rules: Hardcore-style match. A garbage can full of fan-donated weapons will be in the parking lot, and the fans can hand the wrestlers weapons at any time. Only the World Title is on the line. The winner has Todd Royal waiting in the wings to challenge him at some indeterminate point in the near future. Technically, the fans brought their cars to the arena. Word Count: 6000 Send To: Longdogger_Pete

RESULTS! Alan Clark returns! mmm… Pie! Alan Clark returns, and Todd Royal’s not happy about it! Is Todd happy about the match? Read to find out!

With the sun setting over the Mexican sky-line, we zoom back into the ring for the conclusion on SJL Crimson!! Mexican flags fly through the stands and the fans leap to their feet as we hear the voices of the announce team once again. Judge: Welcome back to la Arena de los Trubadores!! Es SJL ROJO!!! Annie: We’re south of the border for a crazy night of SJL action! We’ve seen things tonight we’ve NEVER seen before, and we’re not through yet. Ejiro: We’ve seen a PIE match already, but coming up next the ever-dangerous QUADRUPLE DOMINATION match!! Lets go to Funyon for an explanation! The camera swings from the announce position up into the ring, where Funyon stands in a neatly pressed suit and a traditional toreador’s cap. The roaring fans settle into their seats as the announcer brings the microphone to his mouth. Funyon: The following contest is for the number one contendership to the SJL WOOOORRRRLLLLDDDD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE…and it is a Quadruple Domination match! In each corner stands a pole, and on each pole a lever…Each competitor is represented by a color- blue for Todd Royal, and red for Andrew Rickmen. Pulling the lever down will raise the BLUE paddle, while pulling it up will raise the RED paddle. The first man with all 4 paddles showing will win the match and the #1 Contendership!!! The fans, half of whom do not even understand the announcement, roar to their feet again, excited simply by the terms “World Title”, “Todd Royal” and “Andrew Rickmen”. The roar is quieted however, as the lights in the arena go down- and single spotlight remains- focused on the aisle way. As the soft drone of a chorus bursts into the roar of Motley Crue’s “Livewire”, the curtain parts. Funyon: Announcing first…accompanied by Megan Skye and weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds…he hails from San Diego, California…TODD ROYAL!!! Boos rain down as Megan Skye steps into the arena, her silver halter-top sparkling and a smile across her face. Pulling the curtain away, she induces an even larger series of jeers, as Todd Royal steps into the aisle. Pulling down his sunglasses, Royal glares into the crowd, spinning around and pointing at his “TODD’S COUNTRY” vest. Running to the ring, Todd slides under the ropes, examining the levers while his music dies out. Judge: We’re seeing Todd Royal for the first time in two weeks tonight, as he’s been on hiatus ever since losing the World Heavyweight Title. Ejiro: Yeah, but he’s getting right back into the title chase tonight with the Quadruple Domination challenge. Annie: But the man he’s facing is the man who dethroned him for that belt in his last match, Andrew Rickmen. IL is looking for another reign with that belt as well, and he’s got the momentum coming in. Suddenly, the Offspring’s “Gotta Get Away” blares over the loudspeakers, bringing the hot crowd to a boiling point. Pyrotechnics explode all over the arena- highlighted by red and green pops around the ring- and Andrew Rickmen explodes through the curtain. Funyon: And his opponent…from Easton, Pennsylvania…weighing in at two hundred and one pounds…he is the INSANE LUCHADOR…ANDREW RICKMEN!!! The crowd is deafening as IL takes off down the aisle, slapping hands with the fans as he circles the ring. Springing to the apron, Rickmen does a flip over the ropes- landing on his feet and sending Todd and Megan scurrying. As the Offspring fade away, Royal steps back in the ring, and referee Ced Ordonez steps in between the competitors. Judge: The fans are going absolutely nuts for IL here in Mexico!!! What a reaction!!! Ejiro: Yeah? Well they think dodging livestock is the most exciting sport in the world! They obviously have NO taste. Annie: You have to give the advantage here to the Insane Luchador. He’s built his career on the highflying Mexican luchador style, and in a match that involves climbing to win, he’s got to be the favorite!! As the fans lower into their seats again, Ordonez checks each man over, pointing to the levers on the corners as he explains the rules. Royal takes a step back, wringing his wrist, and Rickmen throws up his hands, riling up the fans as Ced signals for the bell. *DING* *DING* *DING* *BLUE: 0, RED: 0* Judge: And we’re underway here in the Quadruple Domination!!! As the fans buzz, both men stare into their opponent’s eyes. Rickmen takes a step forward, but Royal shocks him by ducking and charging under IL’s outstretched arms. As Rickmen turns to try and catch his opponent, he sees Todd sprinting up the corner. IL curses, charging into the opposite corner and leaping to the top rope. The crowd pops as both men flip their switches throwing up red and blue panels in opposite corners of the ring. *BLUE: 1, RED: 1* Annie: Well, THAT’s certainly an interesting strategy by both men. They ignored contact with each other in favor of just trying to flip a lever as fast as possible. Todd quickly scampers off his corner, running right to the adjacent one to try to flip a second switch. As he climbs the turnbuckles, however, Rickmen leaps down and runs diagonally across the canvas, leaping up and flipping up the first lever Royal pulled down. As both men jump back into the ring, Todd scowls, staring at the two red corners while the crowd erupts. *BLUE: 1, RED: 2* Judge: Todd thought he had the strategy figured out, but Rickmen threw a wrench into it, undoing Royal’s first switch and going up 2 panels to one. Ejiro: Oh, I’m sure Royal’s got this all figured out. He’s mentally superior to all of you peons! As the crowd continues to cheer, the Insane one takes off towards the one corner without a raised paddle. Royal sprints after him, however, chop-blocking him and cutting off IL’s progress. As the crowd deflates, Todd floats in front of his opponent, keeping Rickmen’s leg hooked, and unleashes a stiff kick to the inside of IL’s knee. Ejiro: See, here we go, Todd’s got it down now. He’s going to keep Rickmen grounded, taking out his knee. Even though the Wrath of Todd won’t get a submission in this match, if he can take out his knee Rickmen won’t be able to climb those poles. Todd stops between kicks to celebrate however, and IL capitalizes, kipping up and forcing Royal to flip over him. As the crowd explodes again, Rickmen gets to his feet and leaps up to the corner. Todd scrambles to regain his footing, but the Insane one is already to the top rope. As Megan screams in frustration, IL pushes the lever up, flipping up another red paddle. *BLUE: 1, RED: 3* As the third red signal pops up, Royal’s charge towards his opponent skids to a stop. His eye’s wide, Todd runs back to the one corner that has a blue panel up. Leaping up onto the top rope, Royal sits down and sticks out his fists. Annie: Yeah, some strategy. Todd’s retreated into his corner to protect his one paddle. Royal’s on his heels and running backwards, and IL is one pull away from becoming the number one contender again. Judge: Royal HAS to protect that one paddle though. If Rickmen can flip it back up, the match will be over. Royal’s focus has to be on that one corner until IL is incapacitated. As Todd fortifies his corner, Rickmen comes charging in. Royal throws up his boot. IL ducks the blow however, coming up between his opponent’s legs. Grabbing Todd’s ankles, the Insane Luchador tries to yank Royal to the mat. Hooking his arms around the top rope, Todd plants frees his right foot and plants it in Rickmen’s sternum. Pushing off, Royal shoves his opponent to the mat, raising his arms in victory. He lets out a WHOOO, but immediately clamps his arms around the ropes again as IL gets to his feet. Annie: That’s pathetic. Royal’s clamped onto that turnbuckle like I was to that cute waitress last night… As Rickmen turns to the corner, Todd leaves his post, sailing through the air and grabbing IL around the head. Spinning to the mat, Royal drives his opponent into the canvas…snapping off a Tornado DDT. Ejiro: Tornado…D…D…T!!! Royal DRILLS Rickmen with that move! On the mat, Royal grabs his fallen opponent by the ankle. Raising Rickmen’s leg off the mat, Todd plants the sole of his boot on the side of the knee joint. Falling back to the mat, Royal torques his opponent’s knee, drawing screams of pain from Rickmen. IL spins his way out of the leverage, but Royal keeps on him, sliding his grip back and locking on a knee-bar. Judge: Royal going back to that leg work now, trying to ground his opponent and prevent him from climbing to that 4th lever. Also, if he can ground Rickmen for a significant period of time, he can flip one of IL’s back. Floating around to the side of his opponent, Todd goes from submission work to impact. Getting to his feet, Royal plants his foot in the back of IL’s knee. Grabbing his ankle, Todd pulls his opponent’s leg into the air before using his foot to drive it to the mat. As Rickmen groans in pain, Todd lifts him from the mat. Spinning behind the Insane one, Royal hooks IL’s arm over his head. With a jerk of the tights, Todd drives forward- crotching his opponent on the top rope. Royal grins as he hooks both of Rickmen’s feet over the top rope. Pulling IL by the hair, Todd jerks him towards the canvas- hanging Rickmen upside down from the corner. Looking up towards the lever, Royal climbs the ropes, tossing kicks at his opponent as he climbs. Finally planting his feet on Rickmen’s knees, Todd reaches up and flips the lever down, switching the red panel for a blue one. *BLUE: 2, RED: 2* Annie: And just like that, we’re even at two. Todd’s got IL on the ropes…literally…and he’s got two of his panels up now. Ejiro: That’s right. And now Royal can back off the defensive strategy and work on beating Rickmen into the mat and flipping up the other two panels. The crowd boos as Todd leaps off the ropes and crashes to the mat. Dropping a knee to Rickmen’s chin, Royal rips his opponent from the corner and back onto the mat. Grabbing him by the hair, Todd sends IL to the ropes, firing off a dropkick. He comes crashing to the mat, however, as Rickmen stops himself on the ropes. The crowd comes alive as the Insane one leaps into the air, doing a forward flip and coming down with an elbow across Todd’s chest. Annie: NEVER count the Insane Luchador out of a match! The guy can pull a victory out of ANYWHERE! Going to work now, Rickmen mounts Todd and fires off a pair of forearm shots. With his opponent dazed, IL pulls him to his feet, chopping him hard across the sternum. Royal reels, and IL fires off a kick, doubling Todd over. Rickmen grabs a handful of tights and pulls back, looking for a suplex, but Todd slips out, catching a waistlock. Planting his feet, Royal hooks IL’s arms across his body in a straightjacket and lurches back, hurling his opponent over his head with a straightjacket suplex. Royal celebrates, but the crowd erupts as Rickmen lands fully on his feet. Todd spins around and IL takes to the air, diving forward with a clothesline. Ducking his head just in time, Royal avoids the clothesline. As Rickmen plants his feet again, however, Todd fires off a super kick. This time IL spins away, however, and the crowd erupts as the men stare each other down. Judge: These men have faced each other several times over the past few months and it SHOWS there. They know each others moves, and they know when they’re liable to bust them out. Ejiro: But since Rickmen’s an idiot, the advantage goes to Royal. Judge: Can’t argue with logic like that. Facing off, the stalemate quickly evaporates when both men turn their backs on their opponent. Running to the corner in front of them, each of the competitors climbs the turnbuckles. Grabbing the lever in front of them, both Royal and Rickmen flip the switch, trading blue for red on opposite sides of the ring. *BLUE: 2, RED: 2* Annie: Each man gets a panel there, but neither man gets an advantage as the panels stay even at 2 and 2. As the frustrated men turn and jump back into the ring, they both take off toward the same corner, Royal looking to switch the panel and IL to protect it.. Reaching the turnbuckles simultaneously, both competitors try to scale to the lever. Todd swings wildly at the lever as IL fires off punches to keep him on the mat. IL begins to pull his opponent down, but the crowd suddenly erupts in jeers, booing as Megan runs across the ringside area. As the ref tries to break the pair up, Skye slides under the ropes and jabs her fist upward, hitting Rickmen below the belt. As IL doubles over, Royal climbs to the top rope. Judge: OH! Megan just hit a low blow on the Insane Luchador! That could be a free panel for Royal! Reaching for the lever, however, Todd seems to think twice. With a grin on his face he reaches down and grabs IL by the hair. Pulling him to the top rope as well, Royal hooks Rickmen’s arm over the lever. Grabbing the wrist of IL, Todd jerks it upwards, flipping the panel to blue and wrenching in a hammerlock at the same time. *BLUE: 3, RED: 1* Ejiro: BRILLIANT! Royal’s using the switches as leverage to work over Rickemn. Heehee. “Leverage”. Annie: You are a moron. Rickmen yelps in pain and tries to power the lever back down, but Todd knees him in the spine. IL arches his back in pain and Royal shoves him forward, sending IL crashing to the mats on the outside. As the crowd erupts in boos, Royal pauses for a moment to soak in the jeers. Pointing to the last red panel, Todd leaps from the turnbuckles. As he takes off for the fourth corner however, he falls flat on his face. The crowd erupts as the camera zooms in on Todd’s foot, and IL’s hands wrapped around it. As Royal scratches and crawls towards the corner, Rickmen yanks him back, jerking him out of the ring and to the floor. Judge: Royal was just steps away from breaking loose and winning the match. Rickmen caught him though, and now the battle spills to the outside. Annie: Todd’s cockiness is what cost him there, as he took time to celebrate rather than just running for the 4th panel. That’s not the way a champion wrestles. On the outside, Rickmen pulls back, firing Royal into the guardrail. Todd screams in pain, but IL doesn’t miss a beat, leaping into the air and firing off a dropkick to the jaw, leaving Royal teetering on the railing. The insane one leaps to his feet and, as the crowd cheers, flips forward- hitting a somersault press onto his opponent and sending them both into the crowd. “EE-EL!” “EE-EL!” “EE-EL!” Annie: They love Andrew Rickmen here in Mexico!! Ejiro: That, or seafood. Annie:… Getting to his feet, IL waves his hands and clears the surrounding spectators out of the way. As Rickmen backs off, Todd uses the barricade to get to his feet. Just as he gets his footing, however, the Insane Luchador takes off, leapfrogging the barricade and driving Royal’s neck across the rail in a leaping bulldog. Todd slumps over the rail and back to ringside as IL springs to his feet and points at the turnbuckle. The crowd roars, and Rickmen’s eyes twinkle as he pulls himself up onto the apron. Megan rushes over to help her man as IL smiles and begins to scale the turnbuckle as well. Turning his back to the outside, IL spins his hands around, drawing a huge pop from the crowd. Judge: Here it comes! The Insane Luchador is on the top rope!! Before springing to the ground, however, IL pauses. Holding up one finger and tapping the side of his head, Rickmen reaches over, pulling down the lever and bringing back the red panel. The crowd cheers even louder as the red panel pops up and so does IL, backflipping onto Todd and Megan. Ejiro: MOONSAULT!! Annie: What a beautiful move by IL! And perhaps most importantly, he got that panel back!! *BLUE: 2, RED: 2* As the crowd jumps around, cheering and clapping as the two competitors and the manager lie breathing heavily on the floor. IL is the first to his feet, amplifying these cheers as he catches his breath and climbs to the apron. Before he can step completely through the ropes, however, Royal is on him, grabbing his ankle and preventing him from getting in the ring. With a jerk, Todd pulls his opponent back to the floor. A scream of pain escapes Rickmen’s throat, however, as his left foot catches in the bottom rope, twisting his knee on the way down. Ejiro: Oh! Brutal move by Todd! That could have CRIPPLED Andrew Rickmen!! Judge: That’ll go a long way to keep IL from climbing poles and flipping switches. Clutching his knee on the outside, Rickmen tries desperately to keep Todd from entering the ring. Todd pulls away, however, sliding under the top rope and immediately running across the ring. Reaching one of the red corners, Todd briefly yawns in mock boredom as he climbs the corner. Flipping the switch up, he draws boos from the crowd, and raises his color in a third corner. Taking a bow, Royal lurches backwards, backflipping into the ring. *BLUE: 3, RED: 1* Ejiro: It’s all over now but the crying! Royal’s got Rickmen crippled and hobbling, and he’s up 3 panels to one!! Annie: Look!! IL’s up on the apron!! It’s not over yet!! NEVER count the Insane Luchador out!!! And indeed, as Todd struts toward the fourth and final corner, the wild hair and gleaming eyes of Andrew Rickmen appear above the apron. Hobbling, but pulling himself up, IL makes it to the apron. An enraged Todd roars and charges, trying to knock his opponent from the apron. Rickmen reacts lightning-quick, however, ducking his between the ropes and driving his shoulder into the gut of Royal. Doubling over, Todd clutches his chest, giving IL a chance to grab the top rope and slingshot in, flipping over Todd and slamming him to the mat. Judge: What determination by IL! His leg is hurting, but he managed to use his shoulder to stun Royal, and his upper body strength to fly in and hit a sunset power bomb! Andrew Rickmen is still RIGHT in this!! Pulling Todd into the center of the ring, Rickmen realizes it’s his turn to play defense. He pulls Royal’s foot off the mat, looking to incapacitate him in the same way Royal struck earlier, but Todd sweeps out his free leg, striking Rickmen in the knee. IL backs off in pain and curses as Royal gets up again. Annie: Everytime these two get down to wrestling each other, we seem to end up in a stalemate. THAT’s how well these two know each other, neither one can sustain an advantage on the mat. Judge: That’s a testament to how GOOD these two are. World class competitors showing off on the world’s stage!! Staring each other down, the two gladiators inch closer to each other. Face to face, Royal cracks a grin, pointing to himself and holding up 3 fingers. Pointing to Rickmen, Royal smirks and holds up just one finger…his middle one. The crowd boos, but IL just scowls, reaching back and smacking Todd with a slap. As a wide-eyed Todd staggers back, the crowd erupts into cheers again. “EE-EL!” “EE-EL!” “EE-EL!” Stewing in a scowl of his own, Royal charges forward, locking up in a collar-and-elbow with the Insane Luchador. As the men push each other back and forth, neither seems able to push the other off. With a swift kick though, Todd turns the tide, nailing a shin strike to the knee of IL. Annie: OH! As Rickmen yelps and staggers backwards, Todd turns around and takes off for the red corner. Unable to catch him with a bum knee, IL turns himself, knowing his only option is to go to the close corner and flip the blue panel before Todd can hit his. Judge: It’s a footrace now!! Ejiro: But Rickmen’s got a busted wheel! Both men hit their turnbuckles simultaneously, and begin to climb. Two turnbuckles up, however, IL’s left leg collapses, sending him toppling into the ring, hanging upside down from the middle rope. As the crowd gasps, Todd leaps up, pushing his lever into the up position and flipping up the last blue panel. Slumping back into the ring, Todd smiles as the bell rings. *BLUE: 4, RED: 0* *DING* *DING* *DING* Funyon: Ladies and Gentlemen…the winner of the Quadruple Domination match…and the number one contender for the SJL WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP…TODD ROYAL!!! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO” Ejiro: Praise Todd!! Royal is back baby! And soon he’ll have that SJL World Title BACK around his waist!! Annie: Don’t be so sure about that. Aecas is the only man to have defeated Todd Royal without ever losing to him at least once! Aecas could be the man to have Royal’s number! Ejiro: No way. Todd’s number is ONE and soon he’ll be number one in the SJL AGAIN!! With blue panels surrounding the ring, and “Livewire” blaring throughout the arena again, Megan Skye slides into the ring to celebrate with her charge. As Ced Ordonez frees Rickmen from the ropes, Todd looks towards the camera. Pulling his hands around his waist in the “belt” signal, Royal holds up two fingers, signaling a 2nd World Title reign. As the crowd boos vociferously, we go to the announcers for the final word. Judge: That’s all from Mexico! We’ve seen Disney characters, pies, switches and much more tonight, but tune in every week for some more amazing SJL action. For Annie Eclectic and Ejiro Fasaki, I’m Judge Mental, and you’re all DISMISSED! As the camera slowly pans away into the Mexican night, we see Royal and Skye disappear through the curtain. In the ring, we’re left with one final image- Andrew Rickmen on his feet, limping, but soaking in the adulation of the Mexican crowd’s standing ovation.

Backstage, Alan Clark has returned to street clothes and is on his way out of the arena when he passes by the man he faced in his first ever SJL match…one Todd Royal, who is sitting by his locker room door drinking coffee. “Good to see you back, Todd!” Clark cheerfully interrupts Royal, who is in mid-conversation with Megan. “How dare you interrupt me! I come back from my vacation and I’m stuck in some stupid lever-pulling monstrosity of a match…and yet you return and you get a marching band and a float! What in Todd’s name is up with that?!” “Well when you have Disney backing you up…you can get a lot of nice little perks…” Clark says as he continues walking down the hall. “…oh…by the way…good luck with your match tonight, man…and have a Magical Day!” The look on Todd Royal’s face is that of almost utter disdain as Clark disappears down the hallway and out of sight.