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[Guest Ironman]

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The Ironman’s Open Challenge

 

The show comes back on air with the excitement of the night still rising. A long pan captures a few noteworthy signs: “Break the Glass Ceiling!” and “Eddy Mac Holds ‘Em Down!” being the brightest of the bunch.

 

<Axis> - “Welcome back to another sold out Crimson, right here at the Gund Arena, in Cleveland, Ohio! We’re coming brought to you by Brick’s Electrical Fences: Keeping Peddlers off Your Lawn Since 1974!”

 

Axis smiles, knowing his bank account has just grown considerably.

 

<King> - “Slut.”

 

The cameras finish scanning the sea of fans (all twenty of them) and come to spot the commentary dream-team. Edwin can be seen calling a security guard over and gesturing to the fans with the signs, but he spots the camera and plays it off.

 

<Edwin> - “W-W-We’ve got a great night ahead of us and things are really picking up!”

 

Edwin adjusts his Elton John-esque, diamond shades, hiding a sigh of relief, as the lights suddenly dim out and focus on the stage. The trademark beat of a drum chills the blood of all who can hear it, sending a few shivers up and down your spine.

 

“I AM IRONMAN!”

 

<Axis> - \m/ >_< \m/

 

Axis air-guitars.

 

<Edwin> - “I think Australians need to sell beer in smaller cans.”

 

The words ring out into the arena… and then the metal hits as Black Sabbath’s “Ironman” blares over the speakers at full blast!

 

<Funyon> - “Hailing from Detroit, Michigan, and weighing in at 257 pounds, he is the Personification of Domination, Tony “The Ironman” BROGAN!”

 

“Woooo!” A few fans jump and cheer madly, probably having seen the JL newcomer’s work in other organizations. Clenching his fists, Tony “The Ironman” Brogan heads out from behind the curtains onto the stage, ready to kick some ass.

 

<Axis> - “We got our first look at him on Crimson, where he issued an open challenge to ALL comers to prove himself as a dominant force in the League, and now he’s here to back those words up.”

 

Brogan hits the ring as the lights come back on, a look of focus on his face as he steps over the second rope and heads to the back of the ring, residing in the corner.

 

<Edwin> - “Not much is known about this SJL newcomer but from what I’ve heard he has a lot of merits to his name.”

 

<King> - “Merits or not, you ain’t shit until you’ve captured the SWF World Heavyweight Title!”

 

Edwin grins with the SWF Belt slung over his shoulder.

 

<Edwin> - “Right you are, King-o—”

 

<King> - “Never mind.”

 

Brogan comes into the center of the ring, glaring up the ramp, just waiting for someone, anyone to come. Some time passes and the fans start to get restless and Brogan signals for a mic to keep the show from dead air. A techy chucks one to him and he catches.

 

<Brogan> - “A—”

 

Just as he’s about to speak, the arena’s lights are abruptly cut off once more and Front Line Assembly’s “Retribution” hits the sound system!

 

<Axis> “Oh shit! I don’t care what Brogan’s merits are, this is way more than he bargained for.”

 

<Edwin> - “I can’t disagree with you there. R.I.P., Ironman. We hardly knew ye.”

 

<Funyon> - “Hailing from Phoenix, Arizona, and weighing in at 248 pounds, representing the Clan, SILENT!”

 

Silent makes his entrance cutting through the fog at the top of the ramp, his coat trailing behind him as he walks out on stage. In one hand, a cane held at his side, in the other a mic that he brings to his lips. He smirks, taking a glance at the man in the ring as he heads down the ramp.

 

“I sat in the back on Crimson and listened to you run your mouth as I got ready for my match as I was getting ready for my match.” He shakes his head. “I think you know what happened in that match, but all the time I was doing it, I was thinking of you. So now I’ve decided to take your little challenge and add you to the list of names forever Silenced…”

 

Edwin looks uneasy.

 

“So says the Clan…”

 

Brogan raises his mic to his lips, itching to reply.

 

“Silent, make with the name and shut… the fuck… up.”

 

The fans erupt in cheers, catching Silent’s eye as his head darts to the side to the fans all around him. The cheers soon fade, frozen by Silent’s icy blue stare.

 

<Axis> - “Nobody, and I mean nobody, talks to Silent like that!! These words might be his last!”

 

If Silent’s pissed, he isn’t showing it as he turns his calm, cold stare back to the Ironman. Their eyes meet: Silent’s frostbitten, penetrating stare against the Ironman’s pure, burning aggression.

 

“These fans didn’t wait outside for three fuckin’ hours to listen to you and me talk so why don’t you bring your psychotic ass into this ring so I can kick the shit out of it!”

 

The fans shake the halls with cheers as Silent edges ever closer to the ring, but doesn’t take the bait. He hands his mic off to a crewman and signals for the Ironman to come to him…

 

“Thud. Fizzle.”

 

He obliges. The Ironman’s mic hits the floor as he pulls off his shirt and slides out of the ring.

 

<Axis> - “Here we go! This could be an early end for the Ironman—”

 

<King> “…but it should be great to watch!”

 

Just as Brogan’s feet touch ground on the outside, Silent comes charging in, brandishing the cane in his hands…

 

Whack!

 

A red welt rises on Brogan’s side and soon it has a brother. Brogan drops to a knee as Silent sadistically strikes him and third time and the fans cheer both men on, getting a high from the pure brutality!

 

<Axis> - “Brogan made a huge rookie mistake by turning his back to Silent with a cane in his hands, no less, and now he’s paying the consequences.”

 

Brogan somehow manages to get back onto his feet and turn to Silent, just in time to duck a big swing as the cane connects with the ring post just over his head. Brogan seizes the opening and scores with a knee to the midsection of the Clansman, doubling him and making him drop the cane.

 

<Edwin> - “Now it’s a little more even.”

 

<King> - “A little.”

 

Brogan fires a shot that rivets across Silent’s stunned forehead, sending him stumbling back into the corner of the guardrail. Brogan pursues, taking Silent by his head and slamming it…no! Silent blocks and counters with and elbow before driving the Ironman’s dome into the steel. Brogan staggers back a few steps as Silent quickly gets back in control. He grabs Brogan by the arm and whips him towards another meeting with the steel… but Brogan reverses and pulls Silent into an Overhead Belly-to-Belly Suplex over the rail! Security frantically tries to pull rabid fans away, beating them back with a stick to make room.

 

<Edwin> - “Oh my god! The Ironman just suplexed Silent over the guardrail and into the first row!

 

<Axis> - “I can’t remember the last time Silent has be manhandled like that—and by a newcomer!”

 

<King> - “He’s got a plan!! Just give him a second.”

 

Brogan climbs back onto his feet and over the railing as fans fight security to pat him on the back. He touches down but gets rocked in the face with the ridge of an unfolded, steel chair, catching him by surprise and giving the Clansman enough time to get back onto his feet and drive the Ironman’s face into the seat of said chair. Brogan stumbles back and turns, staggering through rows of chairs and people as Silent follows.

 

<King> - “Who’s in control now? Yeah..”

 

Silent grabs a fistful of Brogan hair and leads him down through more and more fans, tagging him with a stray punch here and there until they get back to the guardrail. He clears the path with his free hand and grabs Brogan’s wrist with the other… a whip and a crash! Brogan drops to his knees with pain burning his spine and his eyes open to see Silent charging at him, giving enough time to meet him in midair, catching him over his shoulder.

 

Smack! The sickening sound echoes in the arena as Brogan falls back, dropping Silent face first into the rail.

 

<Edwin> - “Impressive counter out of nowhere and could have broken the Silent One’s jaw!”

 

Silent backs off of the rail as Brogan gets to his feet and with a fistful of Silent’s hair, he tosses him back into the ringside area. Silent crawls forward and finds his cane as Brogan climbs over the rail.

 

“Ohh!” You can feel nuts retreat into your sack as you see Silent raise the cane between the Ironman’s legs. The Ironman doubles over, holding back tears.

 

<Edwin/Axis/King> - *wince*

 

Silent makes it back onto his feet with a sickening, ball-bashing grin. He holds the cane over Brogan’s head like El Samurai~! He brings it up… and back down on mark.

 

CRACK!

 

He splinters the cane over the prone Ironman’s dome, almost beheading the beast.

 

<Edwin> - “Sick!”

 

Silent checks the broken cane a little impressed but he chucks it into the fourth row to give some ungrateful bastard a souvenir, then pulls Brogan up before rolling him into the ring.

 

DING! DING!

 

<Edwin> - “This match has finally become official!”

 

<Axis> - “The ring veteran in Silent is paying off, right here.”

 

Silent, always the opportunist, spots the opening and pounces, stomping Brogan down as he tries to make it onto his feet. He finally does but the Silent One keeps him at bay with a fury of kicks to the left and right sides, attacking from all angles as the Ironman tries to block in all the wrong places. Once backed into the corner, Silent seizes him by the wrist, twists it and tags smooth hook kick, causing him to let go, but he grabs it again and… whip!

 

<Axis> - “Ohh!! Brogan meets the force of the unforgiving turnbuckles!”

 

<King> - “He’s taking a tour of the ring, courtesy of the Silent One!”

 

Brogan staggers forward out of the corner as Silent comes in with a high Roundhouse… But Brogan catches it, cradling the Clansman’s head and leg in is arms…

 

<Axis> - “Capture Suplex into the turnbuckles!”

 

<Edwin> - “Silent was too sure of himself and that cost him.”

 

Thought stunned, Silent starts to make it back onto his feet, Brogan providing a little aid. Whip… Silent reverses, sending the Ironman into the ropes. Brogan bounces back and—

 

<Edwin> - “EELLBBOOWWW!!! EELLLBBBOOOWWWW!!!! SILENT NAILS THE ROARING ELBOW!!”

 

<King> - “That’s one Brogan didn’t catch. Well, he did. He just used his teeth.”

 

<Axis> - “Been watching Puro, Edwin?”

 

<Edwin> - “Yup. Oh! Silent hooks the leg!”

 

The referee drops down.

 

One!

 

Two!

 

…and Brogan kicks out, far from done. Silent gets back onto his feet and pulls Brogan to his. A Snap Suplex and a floatover…

 

One!

 

Two!

 

<Edwin> - “Silent coming up with another two-count, but keeping the pressure on nonetheless.”

 

Silent glares at the referee and shoves Brogan’s shoulders back down before hooking the leg.

 

One!

 

Two!

 

The Ironman kicks out with some more authority, throwing Silent off of him. Brogan races back to his feet meeting the Clansman in the center of the ring face-to-face. Their stares meet once again: Silent, cold and penetrating against Brogan’s burning INTENSITY~! A few more seconds in, Silent mutters something Brogan replies, and then Silent answers him with a slap across the face. Brogan backs off and starts to circle up, holding down his instinct to kill that other man in the ring. Soon client starts to circle with him.

 

<Edwin> - “Disrespected~!”

 

<Axis> - ‘The ‘~!’ thing is getting old.”

 

<Edwin> - “I’m not writing this.”

 

The two men reach out for a hand grapple, but Silent thinks better of it and pulls back before locking horns in a standard collar-elbow tie. The two jockey for positioning before Brogan ducks behind Silent, grabbing him with a waistlock. Silent blocks it by crouching down and then hitting a Drop Toehold. Silent jumps to Brogan’s side and takes a side headlock, grinding it until Brogan slips out and into a hammerlock. He jumps to the Silent One’s other side and shoots a half nelson…

 

One!

 

Two!

 

…and Silent kicks out, a hint of worry slipping past his features.

 

<Edwin> - “Whoa! The Ironman almost stuck Silent right there.”

 

They both quickly make it back onto their feet and into another tie. This time, Silent quickly snatches a side headlock and takes Brogan over with it, rolling his shoulders to the canvas…

 

One!

 

Brogan clamps his legs around Silent’s head with a scissors, stopping the count. Silent rolls face-down to pry his head free but can’t so he flips over Brogan, bridging to a pin.

 

One!

 

Two!

 

Brogan releases him and gets onto his feet.

 

<Axis> - “That’s that veteran advantage in Silent coming in handy.”

 

Then lock horns once again and Silent slaps on that headlock, but Brogan ducks it into a waistlock. Brogan pops his hips and slings Silent up, turning in midair and dropping the Clansman down onto his hands and knees. Brogan spins around in front of Silent and slaps on a front headlock. Silent rolls out to the side and locks on his own front headlock, but the Ironman takes a page out of the Silent One’s book and rolls out, taking the arm to a pumphandle and reaching over under Silent’s over arm and behind his head with a reverse half nelson.

 

<Edwin> - “Again he has Silent tied up like a knot! It is a rare occasion when you find someone who can out-wrestle the Clan’s own.”

 

Brogan rolls the Clansman to his shoulders and waits for the count…

 

One!

 

Two!

 

<Axis> - “Kickout at two!”

 

Both men hurry back up to their feet and charge in, Brogan for a grapple, but Silent with a Dropkick to the knee to take the man down.

 

<King> - “…and here it comes. Silent is slowly going to pick him apart.”

 

Brogan clutches his right knee as Silent gets back to his feet. He pulls the Ironman back up to his feet with a fistful of hair and drills him with a right hand between the eyes. Brogan staggers back into the ropes and comes back, walking fight into another stiff right that sends him to the canvas with a crash.

 

<Edwin> - “That air of arrogance is slowly starting to come back to Silent as he takes control of the match-up, but he had better not under estimate the Ironman in the slightest. He has already shown us that he means business.”

 

<Axis> - “Yup.”

 

Brogan gets back up, as Silent starts laying in the boots. He shoves Brogan into the corner and stomps away, but referee tries to make the clean break. He succeeds and backs Silent off, giving Brogan a second to regain his bearings. Silent comes back in and drills the Ironman with a punch before pulling him out of the corner and against the ropes… Whip! Brogan reverses but Silent holds on and twists the Ironman’s arm, pulling him into a Spinning Uranage!

 

<Edwin> - “Good recovery by the veteran! He hooks the leg and this could be all right here!”

 

One!

 

Two!

 

<Edwin> - “Two-count! Just coming up short again.”

 

Silent gets back to his feet and brings Brogan up with him. He legs him to the ropes and meets him with a stomp and another, then Silent rams him with a knee to the midsection. The Clansman backs away as the Ironman crumples to the canvas, his insides twisted in pain. Silent doesn’t hesitate to take advantage of his fallen opponent and drives him across the ring with a knee to the ribs! Brogan rolls over as Silent starts putting the boots to him. He steps on Brogan’s neck and pulls himself down with the ropes for added pressure.

 

<King> - “Who’s dominating now? Yeah..”

 

The referee finally pulls Silent off, so the Clansman keeps things in pace as he hauls Brogan back into his feet. Whip! Brogan finally reverses and Silent hits the ropes! Rebound! Brogan swings a clothesline, but Silent ducks and hits the ropes ahead. Silent comes back and swings a clothesline of his own, but Brogan ducks and grabs Silent around the middle…

 

<Edwin> - “He’s going for the German Suplex—OH! Low Blow kick by Silent!”

 

<King> - “Look at those veteran tactics!”

 

The Ironman doubles over in pain, the blood building up behind his eyes. Silent, more reassured of himself, takes a standing switch and scores with a German Suplex of his own, dropping Brogan on the back of his neck! Silent gets up with a cocky smirk across his face, looking to make the cover…

 

…but the Ironman has rolled back onto his feet!

 

<Edwin> - “The Ironman is back up!!”

 

Brogan charges, swinging a viscous right, but Silent ducks, hooking the arm and locking on a full nelson…

 

<King> - “Silent is Chasing the Dragon! Whatever that means…”

 

Crash! Silent hauls Brogan back up to his feet with the full nelson and pops his hips once more…

 

<Edwin> - “Silent with another devastating Dragon Suplex!”

 

Crash! Silent scores number two and pulls Brogan back to his feet for the third and finale…

 

<Edwin> - “Sick!”

 

<King> - “That’s what Silent is all about.”

 

Crash! He releases just before impact, dropping the Ironman straight on his head, shaking the ring like two kids in a van down by the river. Silent rolls Brogan onto his shoulders for the cover…

 

One!

 

<Edwin> - “This could be it!”

 

Two!

 

<Edwin> - “…And no! The Ironman kicks out!”

 

Silent tries to hide his frustration but can’t as he quickly makes it back up to his feet. Reaching down, he drags Brogan into the corner and settles him with a hard stomp to the gut. Stomp…stomp…stomp! The ring shakes with every boot as the Clansman does to work on his opponent, taking him apart. The official tries to break Silent off again but takes a hard shove to the canvas for his efforts.

 

<Edwin> - “Silent should be careful to not get himself disqualified.”

 

<King> - “This isn’t about the big W, Edwin, his is about putting n00bs in their place!”

 

Silent grabs Brogan by the throat with a chokehold, draining any remaining vitality left in the Ironman, but the referee tries to pull him off again… and finally succeeds.

 

<King> - “Does Kivell have a death wish?”

 

<Edwin> - “He’s just doing his job.”

 

<King> - “Tony Brogan should learn to do his ‘job.’”

 

Silent charges him and turns back around to—

 

CRASH!! Brogan debuts his Lariat, sending the Clansman to the canvas in a heap. Brogan’s momentum carries him to the opposite side of the ring where he catches his breath, holding himself up with the ropes.

 

<Edwin> - “Brogan coming out of nowhere and almost decapitating the Silent One!”

 

Brogan slowly drops to a knee and makes the cover…

 

One!

 

Two… and no! Brogan forces himself back onto his feet and takes Silent with him, grappling him up for a T-Bone Suplex and—No! Silent battles out with a fury of elbow to the back of the Ironman’s head, breaking the hold!

 

<Edwin> - “C’mon!”

 

<King> - “It was a desperation maneuver~!”

 

Brogan stumbles back into the ropes and shakes it off, but Silent is quick to capitalize and gives him a whip! The Clansman hangs onto Brogan’s arm and pulls him into a swift boot! Silent pulls him into a standing head-scissors and grabs him around the middle…

 

<Edwin> - “Silent is looking for the Fall from Grace! He hits this, it’s over!!

 

SLAM!! Silent scores with the Crucifix Powerbomb! The Ironman lays motionless in the ring as Silent steps on his chest.

 

ONE………

 

 

TWO…………

 

 

 

 

THR—BROGAN KICKS OUT!!

 

<Edwin> - “Silent was just too cocky. Should’ve covered him.”

 

Silent stands back and with a fistful of Brogan’s hair, he brings Brogan with him, up to his knees. Brogan grabs the Clansman’s attire and pulls himself up, but Silent nails him right between the eyes, looking disgusted. Brogan sits back up on his knees as the Silent One grabs him by the hair, but the Ironman shoves him back and points to his forehead,

 

“HIT ME!!”

 

<Edwin> - “He wants Silent to hit him again!”

 

<King> - “No shit! Really?? /End sarcasm.”

 

Silent pauses for a second, looking confused, but he obliges and nails the Ironman between the eyes. Brogan shakes off the hit, trying not to fall over.

 

“FUCKIN’ HIT ME!!!”

 

Silent nails him again, his confidence rising, but Brogan doesn’t topple and Silent grabs him by the hair, grinding off a few more closed fists, hammering away on the Ironman’s skull!

 

<Edwin> - “He’s going for blood! He’s not gonna be content with just pinning him! He wants to put the new guy away!”

 

Four more, no, five more fists veer off the Ironman’s dome but he makes it to his feet with a new trickle of blood running from his hairline.

 

“I SAID HIT ME, YOU BITCH!!!!”

 

The fans explode as the Ironman flairs his muscles and taunts the sadist for more!

 

<Edwin> - “He’s a masochist!!”

 

<King> - “No, he’s got to be a madman to be fucking with Silent.”

 

Sure enough, Silent nails him square, making the Ironman stagger in his shoes but he does not go down! BAM! Silent nails him again!

 

<Edwin> - “Silent is looking frustrated!”

 

Brogan regains himself as Silent nails him a third time without mercy, but the Ironman shakes it off…

 

“FUCKING HIT MEEEE!!!”

 

<Edwin> - “Oh!”

 

The fans “oh” along with his as Brogan drops to a knee, favoring that special part of his body.

 

<King> - “Silent with another DESPERATION MANEUVER~!!”

 

<Axis> - “It’s called a kick to the nutz.”

 

Silent smiles at his grimacing opponent, showered in boos from all sides of the arena. He darts to the side and hits the ropes, coming off with a boot to the side of the Ironman’s head, knocking him over. Silent makes the cover!

 

 

ONE!!

 

 

 

TWO!!

 

 

 

 

NO!!! THE BEAST LIVES ON!

 

<Edwin> - “He is not letting Silent put him away!”

 

<King> - “He’s only prolonging the pain and suffering for himself.”

 

Silent gets back onto his feet and looks down at the Ironman as he traces the underside of his chin with his thumb, calling for the end.

 

<King> - “This match is as good as over! It’s so rarely that you see a Clannie showing mercy.”

 

Silent hauls Brogan to his feet one last time and hoists him back up into the position for the Crucifix Powerbomb. The Ironman’s feet hit rest on the ropes behind Silent, seeming to add to the angle as the Clansman muscles his victim into just the right from.

 

<King> - “Goodnight, Ironman.”

 

Brogan can slowly feel himself falling backwards…

 

<Axis> - “This will be it right here!”

 

<King> - “Just like the rest, they all fall victim to The Fall!

 

<Edwin> - “Was that a joke—wait! Brogan is trying to break free!”

 

Brogan wiggles and finally slips from Silent’s grasp, sliding off of Silent’s back and landing on the apron. The bewildered Clansman wheels around and gets caught with one arm around his chest and the other gripping at his inner thigh as Brogan reaches other the ropes and grapples him up…

 

<Edwin> - “He’s going for the T-Bone Suplex over the top rope!!”

 

Oh.

 

My.

 

God.

 

He hits it and the arena explodes once again as the two men hit the concrete floor, Silent landing on his neck and Brogan missing the apron and landing mostly on Silent.

 

<Edwin> - “Brogan just suplexed the Silent One OUT OF THE RING!!!”

 

<King> - “Nooooooo!”

 

<Axis> - “That was fucking hardcore! \m/!!!”

 

<King> - “…”

 

<Axis> - “..|..”

 

<Edwin> - “Ahem. I don’t know how either of those two can get up from this!”

 

But sure enough, Brogan starts to move again and grabs Silent on the way to his feet, pulling him up and rolling his limp ass into the ring. Brogan climbs in and makes the cover.

 

“This is it!”

 

ONE………

 

 

 

TWO……………

 

 

 

THREE—NO!!!!!

 

“SILENT KICKS OUT!! SILENT KICKS OUT!!!” Those words echo throughout the arena as Brogan climbs to his feet thinking it was three.

 

<Edwin> - “He thinks it was three!”

 

Edwin repeats himself as the referee rushes to Brogan who holds the three fingers up in victory, trying to tell him otherwise. They argue back and forth as Silent begins to stir and recover enough to stand as he makes it to his feet behind the two.

 

<Edwin> - “How is that man still standing?”

 

Brogan finally shoves the referee and turns away from the official, plagued with fatigue but knowing what he has to do. Then suddenly, Silent charges in grabbing the Ironman from behind and trying to latch on a full nelson, but Brogan doesn’t let him lock his hands and breaks the hold before it’s fully applied, slipping out and to Silent’s side…

 

<Axis> - “Another devastating T-Bone Suplex! This one’s over!”

 

Brogan drops into the cover, hoping for the end.

 

ONE……………

 

 

 

 

 

TWO…………………

 

 

 

 

 

 

HE KICKS OUT!!! IT’S NOT OVER!!

 

<Edwin> - “What is it going to take to put him away?!”

 

<King> - “A whole lot more than the Ironmaiden has to offer!”

 

Brogan gets to his feet, one last time, the blood matting his hair to his face and the sweat stinging his eyes. He reaches down for Silent and starts to pull him up… Suddenly, Silent reaches down low and jabs the Ironman in the gut. Another jab and one more soon follows as the Clansman makes it back onto his feet! Stunned, Brogan swings a clothesline… ducked and Brogan gets dropped with a Superkick!

 

<Edwin> - “How does he do it? How does he keep going??”

 

<King> - “Because he’s the motherfucking Silent one!!”

 

Silent drags Brogan back up to his feet and pulls him straight into a standing head-scissors where he hooks the arms…

 

<Edwin> - “Is he? He is! He’s going for the DEMONSTAR DRIVAH OMEGA!!!”

 

<King> - “Here it comes!! Brogan is going to be added to the list, just like the other nameless victims!”

 

<Axis> - “If Silent hits this, if he can manage to hit the Fall From Grace, the match is over just like the Ironman’s career, no ifs, ands, or buts!”

 

Silent strains to lift Brogan up but the Ironman hangs on, blocking it for all he’s worth. Silent tries again, lifting Brogan just off his feet for a few seconds before dropping him back down do to exhaustion. Freeing one hand, Brogan takes his chance and grabs the Clansman’s arm, rolling out to the side into the Russian Leg Sweep position but he adjusts and locks his arm around Silent’s throat!

 

<Edwin> - “IRON MAIDEN!! He’s got it locked in!! It’s over!”

 

Brogan pulls Silent down to the ground with him as he tightens his hold, locking it on and wrenching the hell out of it, but Silent bridges back to free himself. Silent knows where the ropes and fights, inching closer, but Brogan twists and turns, putting himself between them.

 

<Axis> - “I’m not sure how much longer he can fight it before he passes out, but he’s damn sure fighting it!”

 

Silent bridges back again, trying to slip out of the Ironman’s grasp, but Brogan sees the Clansman’s leg and kicks it out from under him, dropping Silent back to the canvas where he clamps on a body-scissors and arches back to rip the Clansman’s head from his shoulders. Silent holds out his hand, hovering over the ring ready to tap at any second but it just stays there shaking.

 

<Axis> - “He’s just not giving in!”

 

Brogan stays on him, squeezing the life out of him more and more as he tries to fight it and soon he starts to feel himself slipping away like a drowning underwater. And then his hand hits the canvas. The referee moves in and holds it up… it falls limp once more. He tries again but the hand balls up into a fist as Silent starts to fight it once more.

 

<Edwin> - “I can’t believe this! Silent has lasted not seconds like most, but MINUTES in that devastating choke!”

 

Just then, as before, he slows down, slipping away faster and faster. Brogan arches back again, looking to be truly trying to wrench Silent’s head from his shoulders! Silent’s hand falls limp and the referee holds it up… if falls. Again… same result.

 

…And the final time…

 

 

 

Clump. As quiet as a whisper, Brogan hears it above all else as he releases the Silent One from his clutch.

 

….the hand hits the canvas. The reaction from the fans is unbelievable, as they go apeshit. One thousand times bigger than any shitty pop Thor will ever get.

 

<Edwin> - “He did it!”

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

Black Sabbath’s “Ironman” hits the speakers as the referee helps Brogan to his feet, raising his arm before he falls into the corner and crumples up.

 

<Funyon> - “You’re winner by Submission… Tony “Theeee Ironman” BBRRROOOOGGAAAANNNN!!!”

 

<Edwin> - “The Smarks newcomer bags his first win here in a JL ring! I know you’ll stay tuned because it only gets BETTER!”

 

<King> - “Jesus. I had my new pool tabling riding on this match…”

 

The wall-shaking cheers of the fans add to the emotion as the camera goes in for a close-up of the Ironman, braced against the turnbuckles with blood, sweat, and yes, tears staining his face…

 

As we fade.