Losing matches.

[Guest Insanityman]

But I'm a harsh guy. I did have a shitload of problems writing that match... but I was glad how it turned out. So yeah... comment away, even though I didn't take up as much time as I used too... I still wasted 6000 words.

 

(The camera hums back to life revealing only blue waves that ripples across the water as the breeze creates a calm, settle scene. The camera suddenly is bombarded by two computer images that creates the illusion of blue letters that fall randomly into the water and they surface spelling “SJL Lost At Sea!” The camera then switches back to the Fleetcenter in Boston, Massachusetts! The JL’s own waves of fans currently bounce around for the camera as they hold up various signs. The elite signs noticed include “MVS!” and finally “Manson!” A few teenagers struck with acne scattered across their faces wear a “Mak Francis” t-shirt with pride, as a little kid is dressed up like Thor. The camera finally stops its search for marks and it slowly passes some more teenagers who flip off the camera while laughing. The camera soon settles down by the ringside next to the announcer’s table where Edwin sits on the far right with his usual grin. Axis sits in the middle, wondering why he isn’t in the WF anymore, as Suicide King sits on the far left; wondering if Edwin hates me why is he hired?).

 

Suicide King breaks the silence and puts MacPhisto on the spot, “Hey Edwin, if you hate me so, why am I hired?”

 

The camera zooms in on the wiry SWF world champion as his yellow and green eye search the arena like it’d give him the answer, he suddenly spots a “Spike= Ratings!” sign. He then quickly quips back at him with his answer, “Our fighting draws ratings…”

 

Awkward silence.

 

“Well a late welcome back to Wrath and we have finally arrived at our main event!” Axis proclaims as the fans cheer with very strained voices.

 

“Yes I pulled a few strings and we put that crazy 1812 war boat aside from touring so it can go back into battle! Or at least host a battle…” Edwin begins but Axis cuts in from excitement.

 

“Basically we got “Undefeated”, the USS Constitution, from it’s normal tour hours and we gave it a jolly shove and let it drift into the sea! Soon after the ship had reached around 50 feet deep of water we dropped the anchor and charted the place with a sexton.” Axis stops at sexton since Edwin can barely controls a giggle, “Anyways, we then gave SJL staff some cheap inflatable boats as referees, medics, and other various array of staff will surround the Oak War ship. We then provided the wrestlers with some money (Out of their paycheck Edwin points out) to find a way to provide an entrance. They’re will be a normal ladder tied to the side as the competitors will climb that and then the match begins.” Axis finishes.

 

Edwin takes over, “Right, and anything goes as long as you remain on the ship your still in the match, however if you touch the water your out of the match. Winner will get a shot at the prestigious World Title. Tonight we pit the crazy Canuck, C.I.A against the shaky sWo crony ‘Amazing’ Mike Van Siclen.” Edwin pauses as the cheers flip to jeers like a switch was being hit.

 

“And finally the Insane Luchador!” Crickets chirping could be heard. The fans completely split sided on whether boo or to cheer become like Switzerland in World War 2.

 

“With technology and a high spending budget you’ll be able to view the match yet still hear us and the fans… so with that we visual bide you goodbye. Huzzah.” Edwin proclaims.

 

The camera shuts off as fans all over the nation reach for the phone ready to call the local cable provider and chew them out but soon sigh with relief as the picture comes back on. It’s a bird-eye view of a very large wooden boat, the USS Constitution. It barely rocks in the calm sea-green waters. The camera zooms in from that view as it slowly circles a good twenty feet away from the soon-to-be battleground. Yellow and red inflatable dinghies are placed around the boat (much like the survival raft you’d see at the end of a Bond movie), but a good few feet out for safety purposes. Some are medics, and Matthew Kivell, Eddy Long, and Sexton Hardcastle circle the ship to decide if someone hits the water or not. The boat, the crew all in yellow and red (matching what boat they’re in) colored hooded raincoats, and finally the calm sea make a quite odd picture.

 

“Seems like we’re set and roaring to go!” Axis comments.

 

A booming voice comes from one of the dinghies “This match will be scheduled for two falls… literally, and the winner will advance to face the S-J-L world champion!” The crowd pops watching contently from the SmarkTron. Funyon’s voice carries throughout the area and a flock of angry seagulls coo back at him and the birds circle around the Crow’s Nest creating an even more of a sight.

 

Suddenly disturbing the scene is the loud blaring music of LL Cool J’s “Shut ‘Em Down.” The fans back in the arena boo like crazy and they see MVS submerging up from the water with a full wet suit as he grasps the stringed on steel ladder. He climbs up it carefully as it’s not fully secure. As he gets abroad the ship right next to a set of cannons (to his left and right), and then the railing along the side of the ship well two stairwells are just a few feet away. He then looks forwards to more cannons and then the anchor capstan. Then they’re the decks, as he looks up to the masts and everything else aboard the ship. He then zippers off the wetsuit as he throws that and his snorkel into the water where it floats towards the crew as he fixes his wet hair by slicking it back.

 

 

“WHY CAN’T WE BE FRIENDS? WHY CAN’T WE BE FRIENDS?” Is the next thing that blares across the sea and the fan’s (back in the arena) faces twist into confusion as a motorboat is heard. Cameraman number four, (out of five on board the ship, station literally anywhere as one is even submerged underwater), zooms in and it shows a few SJL crew members in a small motor boat with a boom box blaring as Insane Luchador screams at them impatiently and he delivers a palm strike to the boom box.

 

“I felt the hate raise up in me, kneel down and clear the stone of leaves… I want to wander where you can see… inside my shell I wait and bleed!” Insane Luchador gives his famous insane grin as the right theme music flips on. Andrew Rickmen calls the boat to a stop as it nearly hits the old warship and he lunges outwards clinging onto the ladder and he scales upwards. When he finally reaches the top the boat swings to the side and goes away as his theme music fades. He surveys the boat much like MVS (who takes a few cautious steps back and he then retreats to the deck where it is just space, the sea, the air, the water, the crew, and the wooden planks that hopefully won’t break. Insane Luchador follows after him with caution also as he’s wearing the black Orisis skate shoes, the baggy cream cargoes, and the thing black long sleeved shirt. MVS on the other hand is clad in gray tights where MVS is spelt out with red, neon blue and a neon green color. He wore a white t-shirt but he now removes that (plastic wetsuits don’t feel good against naked skin) and he tosses that into the water. The two give each other a very cold stare.

 

“Smell the intensity.” Edwin comments with a chuckle.

 

“O’ Canada.” Begins to play and (much like the Insane Luchador) C.I.A is seen being rowed to shore in a rowboat (fine, there’s a big difference) where the Canuck flag valiantly waves. He then leaps onto the ladder, missing the usual Canadian flag “wings” but otherwise he’s dressed the same. The black pants with “CIA” on them, the important mask, the t-shirt with the Red Maple Leaf and “Made in Canada” with the back reading in a faded outline of his homeland is “100% Superior Genetic Material.”

 

“What’s that supposed to mean? He doesn’t take the juice?” King taunts and he goes to make the usual Canadian insult but stops since he gets to the top of the ship and a whistle by some official is blown… the replacement for the starting bell.

 

C.I.A grins towards the camera and his arms grasp the ladder as he tugs it hard. The bottom twine snaps off and C.I.A reaches downwards (bending over) to get the ladder unhooked.

 

“He’s trying to get the ladder!” Axis proclaims with glee as the thought of the ladder with this insane stipulation makes everything right in the world.

 

 

Insane Luchador points to MVS who both shot a look at C.I.A as he struggles with the ladder (as some road agents cling to the back scared of what a ladder would add to the risk factor). The two charge towards the proud Canuck and they go to throw him over that very second but suddenly C.I.A swings around with the ladder and it slams into his two foes. They topple over and slam into the wood realizing how much this match will hurt but the adrenaline surges through him. Mike is the first to spring up and he throws a kick to C.I.A’s knee as it buckles and he drops the ladder to grab his aching knee. Van Siclen is suddenly ambushed with an uppercut but Mike dodges it and catches his wrist and creates a solid hammerlock. He then runs forwards causing C.I.A to slam into the railing. C.I.A groans in pain as the two back away and MVS goes for the same attack but C.I.A overpowers Mike and spins him around and makes Mike slam first into the railing. Insane Luchador gives a quick smirk as he stands there watching, Mike then throws his leg up hitting C.I.A in the jewels and IL winces. As the lock is broken the two grapple again as Van Siclen throws a knee to C.I.A (who barely bends over) and then Mike takes a few steps back and lunges forwards throwing his arm out for the clothesline but it’s ducked and C.I.A takes advantage by back grappling and he slams his leg into the back of MVS. Mike for a moment is paralyzed and is suddenly hit by a quick backdrop. He wheezes as the two create a dent in the planks. Andrew Rickmen takes his chance and leaps forwards spearing the Canadian from behind and causes him to slam into the railing again and Rickmen grabs the ladder as he goes to swing it towards C.I.A and hopefully will make a very quick elimination. As the steel rises in the air and comes crashing down C.I.A leaps to the side and rolls and the steel slams against the fragile railing as it splinters in various places. Chunks of wood shower the staff as they then see more wood bombing towards them, meanwhile Luchador uses the ladder to dislodge one piece of the wooden railing around 5 feet long. He then turns towards his opponents and MVS is standing there as he hits a dropkick that slams into the ladder which causing Luchador to go rolling down towards the poop deck.

 

“And IL is away on the poop deck…” Axis says biting his lip and tongue from making a joke.

 

“Yes, the feces deck…” Edwin says as he tries his best not to laugh.

 

“You immature little kids.” King taunts but he feels a laugh coming along.

 

Waves across the water causing Luchador to roll near the very end of the boat, where his other two foes are in the middle now brawling. The ladder is grabbed by MVS who spins around ducking a kick from C.I.A and he then drops the ladder. Mike then throws a punch to C.I.A’s chin and he grabs his blonde hair and throws the Canadian into the cannon. C.I.A screams out in pain and Mike then hits a kick to the back of his back. He then grabs his back and MVS then throws an elbow to C.I.A’s throat as he falls to the planks. As the harsh waves suddenly calm Andrew Rickmen charges forwards as he comes close to his competitors.

 

“Good IL is out of the poop deck.” Axis says with a snicker like a first grader.

 

Van Siclen is the first to notice him and he whips around to get a punch to the nose, and then a punch to his chin and then he hits a kick to his ribs and then another to his ribs. The fluent stream of punches and kicks (called the Beginning Of The End) sends MVS very close to reeling off the boat where the railing was removed. Mike ducks down and grabs the railing as he holds it in front of him as Rickmen hits it and falls to the floor. As Luchador gets to his feet Mike throws a wicked chop across his chest!

 

WHOO!

 

Another chop, followed by another whoo, another chop and another cheer. Mike then throws the railing down to the other end and C.I.A now wielding the ladder charges at MVS who ducks the steel clothesline attempt and C.I.A hits the very edge of the stairwell as it takes a few chunks out of place. He then drops the ladder that slides down the stairs (causing C.I.A to swear out loud). C.I.A stalks towards MVS and the two collide into a grapple again. C.I.A then hits a knee to his gut and follows through with very quick DDT. The planks get a nasty dent as MVS rolls out of the way of C.I.A and the plank gets a small hole from the aged oak wood. MVS then (still on the ground) throws his legs around C.I.A and he pulls from underneath causing the Canadian to slam face first into the wood.

 

The crowd getting bored begins a “We Want Spots!” chant.

 

Andrew Rickmen and MVS collide into a grapple again and as MVS tries to worm his way into a back grapple IL counters by grabbing his arm and he hits a heavy arm drag. MVS pulls himself to his feet winded and Luchador hits another arm drag. Mike gets back to his feet and Luchador grasps his waist and he hits him into the air and drops him on his one knee when he kneels down. MVS holds his privates in pain and he collapses to the deck in pain. C.I.A, back on his face (which is a beet red from pain) throws an elbow to IL’s head foiling any of his plans to drag MVS off the warship. C.I.A then scores a stomp on Luchador again and he pulls him back to his feet. He then gets Luchador into a Scoop Slam but hits a powerslams. MVS then lunges to his feet in a kip-up and taps the Canadian on the shoulder as he whirls around MVS hits a quick snap suplex. (Meanwhile as no one really notices or cares the seagulls flock away only to be killed in an oil incident… even then no one really cared). Andrew Rickmen then loses his balance and he falls the ground as the railing flies down towards the poop deck and Luchador catches it in his hands as he pulls himself up. MVS is the next to regain his balance from the violent wave that caused it to rock even though it’s anchored.

 

“Weather’s picking up…” Axis comments.

 

Mike and Luchador stand up tall and Andrew throws the railing and MVS ducks it as it bounces off the deck and it falls off into the sea. As Siclen watches it fall Insane Luchador leaps onto the nearest cannon and as he turns around he sees the ex-True Plague throwing a dropkick to MVS in the face sending him tumbling towards the other end. A cannon stops him as he screams out in pain again. C.I.A is next up to his feet and he charges towards Luchador who begins to charge again. The Canadian stops as he bends down preparing himself as Luchador gets in a bear hug and suddenly is hit with a belly to back released suplex. Insane Luchador slams down hard near MVS as the wooden planks nearly break through and the crowd pops for C.I.A. C.I.A walks over to them and past MVS (who without C.I.A’s knowledge springs up behind him). Mike Van Siclen suddenly grabs C.I.A from behind but receives an elbow to the gut and C.I.A’s grabs Mike fair blond hair and he throws him towards the railing. MVS nearly regains control but he trips in one of the plank’s dents and he slams onto the railing.

 

“Adios Senior Siclen.” Edwin says with a grin.

 

C.I.A moves in for the kill but as he approaches Mike (playing possum) springs to life and slams his head against the railing and he then grabs the back of his mask and throws him down the stairwell where the ladder trips the Canadian, sending him slamming against the wall at the turn of the stairwell as he takes a tumble down to the lower deck completely dazed and beaten. Andrew Rickmen feels his scalp on fire as MVS pulls him up a few feet away as he launches a one-sided grapple. Mike Van Siclen slowly considers throwing Luchador off the top of the railing and take him out of the match but Andrew throws a knee to his gut before he can even consider. He then follows through with a headlock, then follows through with a front headlock and he grabs a handful of his tights as he lifts him in the air. He then falls down landing in a brain buster, as two of the planks splinter and MVS is nearly knocked silly. Andrew Rickmen, the Insane Luchador, grabs Mike Van Siclen by his head and lifts him to his feet, dazed. Andrew Rickmen begins to walk him towards the gap in the flimsy wooden railing. But suddenly a motorboat can be heard as camera two flips on showing the one and only Fugue in a motorboat with a ladder hanging out to from the tip to the back. He then grabs the ladder as the crew begins to huddle around the interferer. Fugue throws the ladder sloppily against the side of the aging battleship. Fugue begins to scale it with amazing speed and Matthew consultants Sexton as they declare the interference legal. On the deck Insane Luchador gets taken aback. He goes to shove the ladder off the side of the boat but Fugue already has scaled to the top as he throws a foot out that slams into the Insane Luchador. Fugue then looks down at the crippled heap that was Mike Van Siclen. He sighs slowly and considers to help his team mate out but is suddenly ambushed again by IL (for Fugue still remains on the ladder) and Fugue leaps into the air as the ladder falls as the SJL crew works scramble away from the ladder that creates a huge splash soaking the employees. Fugue who leapt upwards and grabs a handful of rope from a sail as the weight breaks the rope and Fugue swings across the rope with a yelp as he drops to the deck rolling (and barely avoiding the stairwell). The rope is left dangling only a few feet above anyone’s grasp. Andrew Rickmen stares at the disoriented Mike Van Siclen who regains his balance as he shakes his head with a slight case of amnesia. His vision finally coming sharper he sees Insane Luchador exchange a hard right to Mike as Fugue scores a left to his chin. Fugue does a double take at the sight. The Music Freak then suddenly scores a kick to the gut and then a punch to the Luchador’s already bent up nose.

 

“Fugue?” Mike asks and his senses finally clear. Siclen snarls at Fugue and Fugue takes notice as Luchador slams his fist into the back of Fugue’s head (much like Fugue slammed the chair in the back of IL’s head). Meanwhile, the crowd gives an amazing pop as the Canadian man stumbles back up the stairs carefully not tripping over each ladder rung as Mike whips around and gets a boot to the face by the Canadian! C.I.A follows through as he grabs MVS and tosses him down the stairwell as the Canuck follows him down the stairs with a grin leaving Luchador and Fugue.

 

Fugue turns around and gets a sudden kick to the gut, as the fans explode into cheers, and then Andrew Rickmen lunges forwards and locks in the headlock but Fugue wraps his arm around IL’s torso as he throws his self backwards and tosses Luchador above the head and eventually the whole process forms into a Northern Lights Suplex. With Insane Luchador out of it Fugue walks up to a dented up and plank that’s nearly broken. He then stalks forwards and slams it into Luchador’s back and then as he flops him around in his head drawing the blood that IL welcomes. A camera hums to life and reveals the two other foes brawling. MVS and C.I.A are already engaged in a grapple when the camera quickly observes the room. There are two cabins both with windows next to another, a gunpowder room, as well as various rooms and a stairwell at the end of the opposite side. Mike struggles to get the upper hand but the Canadian throws a knee to Siclen’s gut and he stops the side as sets up for the bulldog. He takes a few running steps as he leaps forwards and hits the bulldog with ease. He then pulls Mike up and as he aims carefully throws him head first to an old wooden door. MVS is able to pull his head up but he can’t stop the momentum from carrying him straight through the door! He turns to let his back take the hit at the last second as the door simply collapses inwards and crunches in half as both of them hit the planks.

 

“I thought we had flimsy doors…” Edwin comments with a pity laugh.

 

As the door busts down Mike he looks up to see C.I.A’s shadow descend upon him. MVS’s hands scan the room as he feels something as he whips it out as everyone begins to crack out at the mere sight of it! Pink little kid arm floaties, which include flower designs on each side, C.I.A cracks a smile but it leaves MVS the chance to throw a kick straight to his shin as C.I.A falls right besides Mike. Siclen quickly scrambles to his feet and he stands up trying to shake off the terrible pain.

 

“Pink little kid floaties! This match is now a classic! What are next, talking dogs?” Edwin hopes.

 

C.I.A grabs MVS’s head as he rams it through the glass and as he stumbles backwards (MVS) C.I.A repeats the processes causing him to bust open with crimson blood.

 

Meanwhile, back on the deck Insane Luchador Fugue brawl. The replica of Jesus suddenly scores a drop toehold (sorely for the purpose of getting Luchador to his feet) but Andrew Rickmen rolls away remembering the bad blood between the men.

 

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The bell rings in calling the match up but suddenly all the fans boo incredibly loud as Mak Francis and Y2K of the sWo run in with Mak armed with a chair! Insane Luchador whips around to see them charging and he flips them off then bends his middle finger making a "Come Get It." sign.

 

"What the hell do they want?"

 

As Mak slides into the ring Y2K checks on Fugue. Francis looks at Insane Luchador and IL asks simply, "How's Tyler? I didn't mean too beat him and you too bad..." Francis growls and takes a swing, Andrew ducks under it and Francis takes a step forward raising the chair and slamming it into his back!

 

"Oh God!" Edwin yells.

 

Rickmen dodges the tip of the chair that is nearly driven into his throat as the ring shakes. Mak goes to swing but is hit by a dropkick to his knees! He falls to the ground and he lands face first into the chair. Y2K and Fugue (a bit shaken) both charge and Luchador ducks the double clothesline attempt. Getting cocky as he hits a kick to Fugue's stomach he looks over the fact that Y2K wields Mak's chair and he sees a shadow cast over him. He swings around and gets hit by the chair right where his old cut was! Blood seeps out the old wound and Luchador groans while Mak gets to his feet pointing to Fugue who is handed the chair as he slams it into IL's right shoulder.

 

"Stop this now!" Axis cries half to them half to Edwin.

 

DING DING DING! The obvious bell tries to tell them the match is over as Mudvayne's "Dig" which played late dies down.

 

Luchador rolls away in retreat and he hops back to his feet as his hand runs over the cut. He grins wildly and charges like a maniac at the three! Y2K sees him and yells at Mak and Fugue who both turn around and Fugue in alarm slams the chair on the back of Rickmen's head causing him to fall to a crippled heap only a foot away. Mak slowly gets handed a microphone and he begins to speak,

 

"Today we grow one stronger... Rickmen we didn't cost you the match, and we didn't like how you bailed on the New Sound and treated our guys like shit... payback can be a bitch." He says slowly recalling his match with IL long ago.

 

As a sWo shirt is handed to Fugue (who smiles like always) they all leave the ring.

 

"And the sWo grow one stronger!" Suicide King says with glee forgetting the injured IL.

 

A sudden sound is heard, "Wait. You want more. Come get more!" Insane Luchador screams at them. The three turn around and Mak now leaving with the chair shrugs the three roll into the ring and circle around Insane Luchador who raises to his feet. As Mak tosses the chair over IL's head to Y2K IL swings around and Mak suddenly hits a massive axe handle on the back of Luchador's head. The grin grows wider. He whirls around to see Mak with a chair that smirks and mouths, "Surprise." As he slams the chair brutally into Luchador, who cripples back to the ground.

 

"Sick animals, the lot." Axis proclaims. Fugue grabs a chunk of IL's hair and pulls him up holding him as Y2K throws in some punches. Luchador throws a limp kick that misses causing the three to burst into laughter.

 

Fugue lets go of IL and points to his right arm and Francis nods as Fugue suddenly takes him down and hits the Chord Minor! He creates barely enough room for the end of the chair to be driven into the already sore area. Security flocks to the scene now and the sWo books dodging trash that is pelted at them as the paramedics come along side of the guards. They slide into the ring as the camera zooms in on the very bloody face of Andrew Rickmen. Suddenly his eyes go wide open filled with a twinkle to them and he begins to laugh like a maniac and continues till until the screen fades to black him being walked out of the arena.

 

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When the Insane Luchador snaps back to reality he finds it hard for himself to regulate his breathing and the hate rises up in him. But something else has Fugue’s attention; MVS is barking him to go away as he gives him a cold, evil stare. Something goes off in Andrew Rickmen’s head that’s a voice violently screaming, Luchador then charges to the “Music Man” as he dives into the air and takes him down with a Flying Crossbody! Andrew Rickmen then slowly pulls the man but to his feet as he locks in the headlock… but Fugue shoves him off as Luchador stumbles and tumbles down right next to the railing. Fugue stalks forwards hoping to simply shove the “Psychotic Hero” off the warship. But Luchador with a grin that could rival Fugue’s he slams his black skate shoe into his chin as he bent down. Andrew Rickmen follows up as he leaps onto one of the cannons and he lunges upwards and very outwards (using all his ‘ups’ that he can pertain from being a white boy). His hands grab the rope and as his body swings to the side the rope carries him towards Fugue like Luchador was the King of the Jungle (no, not Neilson or a lion) but Tarzan! Fugue runs forwards and leaps into the air to pull the Insane Luchador down but Andrew lets go with a plan (as he’s glad since his hand were getting roped burned) the two collide into the air and you could hear the fans all the way back in the Fleetcenter shout approval for the spot. But Luchador suddenly twists his body so he faces the back of Fugue as he goes into bulldog position! He then hits the bulldog that lands Fugue’s gut on the railing! It sends Fugue over the railing as he free falls and lands on his side in the ocean as his body tries to adapt to being underwater while he goes to breath in pure water. As the fore mentioned submerged camera records Fugue’s sinking they can see his eyes close but a grin that as wide as it ever was. Medics and an array of SJL employee’s paddle their dinghies towards him.

 

“Man. He can’t die under there, think of the lawsuits… think of getting his match banned –a gasp-. He better surface.” Edwin proclaims.

 

Fugue’s body soon does surface and the crew puts him on their boat as they confirm to the cameras he’s fine with thumbs up sign.

 

Meanwhile on the ship where MVS was able to go to the top of the stairwell, C.I.A stands one step lower and behind Mike Van Siclen. Mike starts to stalk forwards as C.I.A exhales in depression. He then gathers the ladder and begins to up the stairs. C.I.A sets up the ladder and he sees MVS charging towards him as he hits a heavy dropkick. The Canadian points to the top of the ladder and IL nods not really thinking. He quickly scales up the ladder as he nearly losses balance as IL is oblivious to the fact that C.I.A is right behind him. As C.I.A gets to the last rung he hears a noise and he turns around. C.I.A throws a punch to Luchador and Andrew sends a harder punch, C.I.A gets advantage as Luchador’s arms flail as Rickmen ducks a heavy punch attempt causing C.I.A to lose balance. Andrew quickly sends a palm strike to C.I.A who begins to fall down the ladder but as he gets mid way he grabs onto the ladder tugging Luchador and the ladder down. Andrew Rickmen wastes no time as he sees a sail and the wooden pole that runs down it. Rickmen leaps onto that as he wraps his legs around it and slides down (like a fireman) while the ladder topples onto C.I.A! Andrew safely makes his way down and he charges at and then pauses. Mike and Luchador go into a grapple, as Van Siclen wastes no time hitting him in the gut as he wraps his arms around Luchador’s waist and pulls upwards putting his legs around Mike’s neck. Before Mike can drop him Andrew secures his legs around his neck as he goes for reversal.

 

“Powerbomb, no wait!”

 

“Hurricarana!” Axis screams out.

 

No, MVS moves his arm around to Luchador’s waist.

 

“STYLES CLASH!” King explodes hoping to see Luchador busted open.

 

Andrew Rickmen suddenly throws his legs together and they sandwich into MVS’s ears as he repeats again and Mike drops him. Rickmen weasels behind MVS (all while C.I.A is setting up the ladder), and he sets up for a backdrop driver!

 

“Backdrop Driver! No Mike flips out of his arms and lands on his feet… Andrew’s taking a few steps in retreat- wait you idiot your stalking towards the railing!” Axis exclaims.

 

The two collide into a grapple yet again. This time Mike slips behind him and he locks in a standing crossface as he begins to change the move into an Edge-O-Matic!

 

“CROSSFACE HALO!”

 

But Luchador barely slips away and he delivers two palm strikes that send MVS reeling backwards as Mike screams out in anger. Mike charges with a clothesline as Insane Luchador catches his arm, grabs the free arm and he drops to his back with his black shoes in the air as Mike flops onto his shoes and Luchador catapults him backwards and Mike Van Siclen tries to resist as he grabs the railing, but that begins to snap and Mike falls down into the water causing some huge waves.

 

“Eliminated at 19:47… MIKE VAN SICLEN!” Funyon informs the crowd.

 

“Damn! I had my money on him!” King swears.

 

Andrew Rickmen gets up content with what happened but suddenly catches sight of a blur of gray coming towards him as he ducks the ladder attempt by C.I.A Blood is seen seeping down the mask and onto his exposed neck as the mask is a bit torn but the second layer of mask protects his identity. C.I.A takes a step forwards (past the Luchador) who throws a kick straight into his mid-back as C.I.A drops the ladder. Insane Luchador then throws his arms up and hits the full nelson! He then uses down his last of his energy, as lifts up C.I.A (all 237 pounds of him) and puts him past the railing for a modified Brink!

 

“Won’t that get him out?” Axis asks.

 

Luchador slowly begins to let go as the die-hard C.I.A fans cheer for the Canadian. Their prayers are answers as his legs go onto IL’s shoulders like a roll up and he slips out of the hold and he –barely- worms his way by tumbling down Luchador’s back as he lands safely back on deck. C.I.A throws an elbow attempt that hits Andrew as he sprawls onto the railing. He then locks in a half nelson (as the crowd goes insane) but Andrew Rickmen slips out of and from underneath, and his hands plant onto his kneecap and his chest. As he stands up only using the will and his brother's request to keep IL alive with the energy. He then tosses C.I.A over the railing who free falls into the water with his arms and legs flailing as he lands in one of the boats as the crew jumped into the water for safety as the whole thing deflates. In the Fleetcenter the bell rings, as here a whistle blows while the camera zooms out and back into the bird eye’s view showing Luchador on his feet with his arms pumped. “Eliminated at 20:23 C.I.A… therefore your winner and facing the World Champion…. INNSANNNE LUUUCHADDOOR!”

 

The camera zooms in on the Insane Luchador who’s been cut but also has some blood on his hands from C.I.A as his hands are raised in the air he suddenly falls to the ground nearly lifeless. Yet his mind races as everything falls into place… and for Insane Luchador, the perfect circle is completed. Outside of the Insane One’s mind paramedics and staff members scream for a way to go revive the Insane Luchador while the screen fades to back.

 

 

 

It's time like these where I can understand why my friends ask why the hell I do this, heh heh.

[Guest SupaTaft]

Yeah, I lost.

 

-Taft

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In the backstage area all the wrestlers and all the tech crew are running around like mad, rushing here and there. Amidst all the commotion one rather calm figure, seems not to be in any hurry whatsoever. He is Thor, God of Thunder. The mountain of muscle walks calmly down the hall while others scurry past him. Thor appears to be ready for his match as he has his hammer in hand and his cape on his shoulders. He walks at a slow pace, perhaps contemplating his match with Fugue. Or thinking of the situation with the sWo.

 

Whatever the reason, he is a bit distracted as he moves through the halls. As Thor rounds a corner he stops. His expression changes to a scowl as he spies his opponent, sitting on a tall equipment box. The deranged Fugue hops down from his perch and walks towards Thor, his penetrating grin attempting to pierce the heart of the Thunder God. The brute is unmoved as Fugue walks right up to him and looks up to stare him in the eyes. The two grapplers read deep into the mind of the other, trying to pull any trace of fear from the bellows of the opposition.

 

Fugue’s smile fades slightly as he stands up on his tiptoes and squints his eyes at Thor. He then returns to his flat-footed stance and resumes his grin. The maniacal musician’s smile grows wider and wider as Fugue gets a wild look in his eye. Fugue then begins to chuckle, then it grows to a laugh and finally it reaches a horrid torrent of insane laughter as Fugue’s head is thrown back and his laughing reaches its fortissimo. Why is Fugue laughing? Has he remembered a joke perhaps told by one of his sWo comrades? Has he just finished watching a Cutthroat match?

 

No.

 

The reason Fugue is laughing so confidently at the seven foot giant before him is different. Fugue knows something, something dark, something important. More than that, it is something that Thor is oblivious to, but will find out all in due time. Fugue’s violent rage of laughter has visibly disturbed Thor, as his face is now livid. “SILENCE ROGUE!!” is Thor’s cry as he brutally backhands the impertinent madman, knocking him back. Fugue only smiles further as he charges at Thor and tackles him to the ground.

 

The two exchange blows on the ground with Fugue getting violently bashed away by the Thunder God. Thor reaches his feet and Fugue is short to follow. Fugue and Thor fight down the hallway and come to the curtain. Fugue slams Thor’s head on a nearby table filled with concessions and he steps through the curtain to greet the boos of the fans, who have been watching the mayhem on the SmarkTron.

 

Axis: A little backstage action from Fugue and Thor before we can officially kick off the match.

 

Edwin: Fugue mocks Thor and the God of Thunder doesn’t take kindly to annoying mortals. Fighting backstage and now out to the stage.

 

King: Mocking shmocking! Fugue was simply recalling a funny joke he heard from earlier on. Thor jumped the gun before the music even played and attacked Fugue. That man ought to be suspended.

 

Fugue stands at the base of the ramp catching his breath while suddenly through the curtains bursts Thor who knocks Fugue for a loop with a right hand. The two warriors exchange punches back and forth with Thor finally throwing a big haymaker and whipping Fugue down the rest of the ramp and crashing into the ring apron. Thor walks down the remaining ramp and grabs Fugue up by the hair while the crowd cheers him on. Thor backs up lifts Fugue up in the air and tosses him in the ring over the top rope. Thor steps onto the ring apron and then over the top rope as the bell rings.

 

DING!! DING!! DING!!

 

He quickly charges at the kneeling madman and nails him in the face with a knee, knocking him over but just as quickly he reaches his feet. Fugue stands dizzily for a moment, but he quickly gets whatever bearings he might have left and stands in the corner with his wicked grin taunting Thor. Thor will have none of it as he charges in the corner for a splash but Fugue slyly moves out of the way just in time. Thor clutches his stomach and backs off the turnbuckle and turns around but gets firmly planted with a dropkick, taking him to the mat.

 

King: See? Now there is an honest to goodness athlete. Not taking any shortcuts, just being a good old-fashioned wrestler.

 

Edwin: ... You’re really pathetic, you know that? How can you defend the sWo? They’re ruthless. They cheat in every match. They beat down poor Thor almost every show. What can you possibly see in them?

 

King: That little bit of myself Edwin. Whenever they drop an innocent bystander or they jump someone backstage, I see my glory days coming back to me. It brings a tear to my eye.

 

Axis is silent... like a crab.

 

Fugue makes quick work of Thor’s situation and runs to his opponent and lies on his back. Fugue hooks on the Minor Chord and contorts his own body to make Thor give in to the pain. Thor is in severe pain but he slowly inches himself towards the ropes. Fugue wrenches the hold further but it is too little too late as Thor reaches the ropes with his free hand and the ref orders Fugue to break the submission; Fugue milks the hold as long as possible before the ref gets to the count of four.

 

Fugue rolls off of Thor and lays a couple quick boots to the side of his head. The referee berates Fugue, giving Thor time to get to his feet. When he does, Fugue pushes past the referee and moves swiftly at his opponent. Thor is ready, willing, and waiting for Fugue as he catches his oncoming dispatcher with a firm European uppercut. The mad musician stumbles violently back into the ropes, but uses his newfound momentum to charge back at Thor and he leaps up high, wrapping his arm around Thor’s neck and spins him to the mat with a DDT.

 

Axis: Oooh, nice maneuver by Fugue. The mostly ground based wrestler might have to take a little more to the skies in order to put Thor down for the three count.

 

Edwin: Axis, how much do you get paid?

 

Axis: Huh?

 

King: We were just wondering, what do you make a year?

 

Axis is a little hesitant: Ummm, well you see... uhh...

 

Edwin: I knew it! They pay you in food don’t they?

 

King: If you make more than me I’m gonna lock you in a freaking outhouse!

 

Fugue and Thor reach their feet at almost the same time and Thor whips Fugue into the ropes. As he bounces back Thor elevates him in a big Gorilla press. Fugue gets pressed once... twice... three times and Thor literally tosses him up in the air and brings him down in a powerbomb. The crowd cheers loudly for the preceding move but their boos fade quickly as Fugue gets up almost feeling none of the effects of that vicious fall to the mat. Thor’s face is oddly surprised at the lack of damage to his opponent.

 

Fugue stands, his smile broad upon his face, and he delivers a kick to Thor’s gut and suddenly he drops to the mat and kicks the leg out from beneath Thor with a sweep. Thor falls to the mat and Fugue stands up and does a single flip in the air, landing in a senton bomb. He stands up again and turns around and hits a standing moonsault and makes a cover.

 

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Thor kicks out with authority causing Fugue to fly back a yard.

 

Axis: The early bird gets the worm but an early cover does not get the pin fall.

 

Edwin: All too true my chubby comrade. A tad too early for a cover, especially against someone the size of Thor.

 

King: Fugue had this match won the minute he stepped in the ring.

 

Fugue rolls to his feet and charges at Thor who casually steps to the side, allowing Fugue to bounce off the ropes and duck under a back elbow attempt by Thor. Fugue runs to the opposite ropes, bounces back and leaps into the air, hooking Thor around the neck and spiraling him to the mat with a hurrincanrana. A not so typical maneuver from Fugue, but effective none the less. Thor gets to his knees, but Fugue will have none of it, he wants Thor on the mat. Fugue stands and delivers a stomach-turning kick square to Thor’s face, causing the crowd to wince in unison.

 

Thor falls to the side but lands on his back as Fugue goes for the gusto. He goes to Thor’s feet and secures an inverted Indian death lock. Thor’s face instantly scowls as he tries to move himself to the ropes, only to find that the pain of the hold is too much to bear. He shakes his red hair to the sides signaling his never say die attitude. Fugue really applies the hold and his grin is almost a teeth-grinding sneer as he puts all his might into the Contrapuntal. Thor is lying on the mat grunting his discomfort with his arms out reaching for any sign of hope.

 

King: Hehe, Thor is gonna tap! I knew it! New European champion Fugue!

 

Axis: It does appear as though Fugue has the hold locked in tightly and shows no sign of releasing any time soon.

 

Edwin: Fugue is insane, but if there is one thing I know about Thor, its that he will never quit.

 

It appears as though Thor may have a tear in his eye as he struggles to get to the ropes. He almost grazes the bottom but Fugue drags Thor back to the center of the ring. The crowds anxious buildup of cheers in hopes of Thor reaching the ropes are suddenly silenced as the Thunder God is dragged back. Thor’s mouth is agape and his hand is open facing the mat, he looks as though he is going to tap. Suddenly the cheers of the crowd build back up. Slowly at first, but gradually picking up speed and volume.

 

Thor’s eyes spring open upon hearing the fans. His open hand now clenches into a fist as he begins to shake his arms and wiggle his body in any way that he can. The crowds’ intense cheers reach their pinnacle and with a roar, Thor flips Fugue off his legs and himself out of the submission hold. The crowd pops like a pair of Nike Pumps and Thor gets to the turnbuckles to help himself get up. Fugue meanwhile is shocked and is shaking his fists in disappointment but he suddenly regains himself.

 

Axis: Thor using the cheers of the crowd like Popeye as his proverbial spinach to release himself from the mighty Contrapuntal.

 

Edwin is suddenly wearing a sailor’s hat and has a pipe in his mouth while producing that cute little Popeye laugh.

 

Fugue is livid as he charges at Thor in the corner and nails Thor in the breadbasket with a charging knee. Fugue reaches back and chops Thor in the chest, expecting the usual “WHOOO!!”, instead it draws boos from the crowd. Fugue is visibly upset but has no time to react as Thor suddenly reverses their positions, leaving Fugue prone in the corner. Thor reaches back, but instead of the big chop the crowd expects, he delivers a downward smash with his arm. Then he delivers another, and another, and another until he quickens the pace to where he is repeatedly just smashing his hand brutally into Fugue’s chest. The crowd is tempted to yell “SMASH!!”, but they hesitate, fearing repercussions from the Rayn Man.

 

Thor stops his brutal assault and tears the front off of Fugue’s sWo shirt, revealing an oddly pale skin tone. Thor whips Fugue hard into the opposite turnbuckle and Thor charges at Fugue, limping a little, still feeling the effects of the Contrapuntal. Thor collides violently with Fugue with a big splash and Fugue falls to the mat holding his exposed chest. Thor rolls him away from the ropes and goes for the cover.

 

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Fugue gets the shoulder up at two and a half.

 

Edwin: Wow that was a brutal move by Thor there. Repeatedly driving his hand and arm into the chest of Fugue.

 

Axis: Not what we’d call a “wrestling” move, but highly effective at any rate.

 

King: Whatever happened to the old “No closed fist” rule? I thought that applies to EVERYONE not just people who don’t have a title.

 

Edwin: This is the SJL. Get your head out of 1985!

 

Thor gets to his feet and hobbles back to a corner, still favoring his right knee. Fugue gets up and turns around only to see Thor charging at him like a locomotive. The music man moves out of the way, but trips Thor as he rebounds, causing him to land in an odd way on his right knee. Fugue removes the sleeve and back portion of his shirt and tosses them to the floor. He moves to Thor and again locks on the Contrapuntal. Thor is too close to the ropes however and he instantly grabs them.

 

Fugue releases and waits for Thor to stand, which he does uneasily. Fugue quite literally kicks out Thor’s right leg, causing him to fall to the mat once again. Fugue pulls him closer to the center and again locks on the inverted Indian death lock. The crowd boos at Fugue’s repetition but it seems to be working quite well as Thor is now almost screaming in pain. Fugue’s sadistic grin and wild eyes grow wide as he wrenches the hold, trying to get Thor to tap and admit his opponent’s superiority.

 

Axis: Fugue AGAIN locks on the Contrapuntal. The fans dislike it; but then again they dislike anything that Fugue does.

 

Edwin: I’m all for a good old-fashioned submission move, but crippling my workers is something altogether. I’m a businessman, not a wrestler dammit!

 

King whispers to Edwin: You’re the champ man... *he points to Edwin’s SWF championship belt*

 

Edwin: Oh... yeah, forgot about that.

 

Thor almost taps before the ref realizes that Fugue is now using the ropes for leverage. The ref scolds Fugue and Fugue releases the hold and stands staring at the referee. Fugue’s distraction costs him as Thor rolls him up form behind.

 

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Fugue wriggles free of the actual wrestling maneuver that looks odd when used by Thor. The God of Thunder gets to his feet, his right knee not feeling any better, and looks to the other side of the ring at Fugue, who is just getting to his feet.

 

Thor bounces off the ropes and leaps in the air, hitting a high cross body block on Fugue. The mass of humanity comes tumbling to the mat and Thor once again gets back to his feet. Thor flexes his arms for the crowd, causing them to cheer wildly and getting Thor just that bit more pumped up. Thor grabs hold of Fugue’s messy hair and gets him to a standing position. Thor then hoists Fugue up in a suplex, which he holds for a long, long time. Thor senses some struggle and quickly brings him down in a sit-out slam.

 

Axis: Huge stalling suplex from the seven footer. Thor has got to be one of the strongest men in the business.

 

Edwin: Absolutely, and Fugue one of the toughest. This guy can take one HELL of a beating.

 

King: Almost as tough as someone very quiet in the WF eh MacPhisto?

 

Edwin rather uncharacteristically says nothing.

 

Fugue gets up quicker from that move than any normal man should and he then moves swiftly at Thor who bends down as if waiting for the backdrop. Fugue attempts to roll over Thor’s back but Thor catches his legs. Thor flips him forward in what is referred to as the “Asgardian Slam”. Fugue’s back hits the canvas hard and Thor gets an idea. He flips Fugue over and sits on his back. The crowd sees Thor’s plan and they begin to cheer. He wraps his large hands tightly under the chin of Fugue and with his feet in front of Fugue’s arms he leans back as far as he can go.

 

Fugue is still smiling through his clenched teeth as Thor rears back on the powerful submission hold. Fugue tries his damndest to reach a rope but to no avail, Thor has him dead to rights in the middle of the ring. However Fugue does not tap, nor does he make any attempt to. Thor is leaning back as far as he can physically go but Fugue is in no hurry in any way. Thor is baffled as to why Fugue is not tapping or really making that much of a struggle at all.

 

Edwin: Why the hell is Fugue not tapping? Or really doing much of anything at all?

 

King: Ha! Look at that, Fugue just flat-out no-sold the Camel Clutch. Eat THAT kayfabe!

 

Axis: Fugue has been known to be able to take unbelievable punishment, but this is just insane!

 

Thor finally just releases the hold out of boredom and watches as Fugue just stands up and smiles. The God of Thunder is puzzled as hell but continues on anyways. Thor charges at Fugue with his boot raised, but Fugue ducks under it and sneaks in a low blow without the ref seeing it. Thor collapses in agony while Fugue jumps to the top rope. He stands with his arms out and his head thrown back while Thor stands in the ring. Fugue leaps off in a somersault plancha, landing in what might best be described as a standing leg drop, with Fugue’s legs and hindquarters taking Thor to the mat.

 

The crowd might not like Fugue but they pop at the move he expertly executed while he stands up. Fugue gazes down at Thor’s collapsed body, he then gets an idea as he grins like The Grinch Who Stole Christmas. He walks over to Thor’s feet and attempts to lock on once again the Contrapuntal; his effort is thwarted however by Thor. Fugue has a hold of Thor’s feet but Thor kicks his legs and shoves Fugue back into the turnbuckle. Thor gets up and is now barely limping on his right leg; he charges quickly at Fugue and hits him with a devastating clothesline, causing Fugue to cut a flip upon impact.

 

Axis: A lovely somersault plancha by Fugue and an another attempted inverted Indian death lock by Fugue, but countered and Fugue was demolished with a lariat by Thor.

 

Edwin: A destructive force indeed is the God of Thunder.

 

King: Destructive? My Grandmother can throw a harder clothesline than Thor.

 

Fugue gets up slower now; all the high impact moves must certainly be taking their toll on him. Fugue kicks Thor in the stomach, catching Thor completely off guard and then promptly DDT’s him. Fugue stands and climbs up to the top rope and turns around after a second or two of hesitation. When he turns, he looks in horror as he sees Thor stumble into the ropes. Instead of being crotched on the turnbuckle he flies off and smacks his head on the announcers’ table. The crowd both pops and winces at the same time.

 

Thor looks at Fugue’s crumpled body and flinches a little. The referee is in shock and after several seconds of disbelief he starts his count out.

 

ONE!!

 

TWO!!

 

There is no movement.

 

THREE!!

 

FOUR!!

 

Fugue begins to stir.

 

FIVE!!

 

SIX!!

 

Fugue is on his knees catching his breath.

 

SEVEN!!

 

EIGHT!!

 

Fugue is on his feet and is rolling into the ring.

 

Thor stands with his mouth slightly agape, staring at Fugue who just fell from fourteen feet in the air and is standing in the ring before him. The crowd may not like Fugue but they are damned sure clapping out of respect at that amazing display of vitality.

 

Edwin: What the hell just happened?

 

Axis: Thor bounced off the ropes, knocking Fugue from about fourteen feet in the air and smacking his head on our announcers table, before the count of ten he gets back up and in the ring. That to me is incredible.

 

King: See? Now there is a crucial member of the sWo. That stamina will help the sWo become more powerful than it ever has been.

 

Thor moves some dark red hair from hid face and shakes his head in disbelief. He dislodges himself from his trance and nails Fugue in the face with a right hand. Fugue stumbles back but walks back to his original position and asks for another one. Thor obliges with another right hand, which staggers Fugue but he comes back to the same spot and begs Thor for another one. Thor looks at the crowd and then back at Fugue as he throws a big haymaker knocking Fugue into the ropes.

 

Fugue bounces back and Thor gives him a big boot to his face, knocking Fugue down like he’s been shot. Thor gets hit with inspiration and he looks at the turnbuckle, the crowd senses what’s next and they begin to buzz with cheers. Thor moves to the corner and steps up to the second turnbuckle but Fugue grabs him from behind. Thor gives a couple back elbows to Fugue, finally causing him to let go. Thor then turns around, tucks Fugue’s head between his legs, flips him up onto his shoulders, and slams him down to the mat with a fury. The crowd cheers wildly and even more so when Thor points to the corner.

 

Edwin: Crack of Thunder here we come!

 

King: Your such a twit.

 

Axis: Thor finally put Fugue down, at least long enough to hit him with the Crack of Thunder.

 

Thor climbs the turnbuckles and reaches the top. He turns around to see Fugue still lying wide open for attack. He holds one arm up to the heavens and leaps off with a thunderous elbow drop crushing... the mat. Fugue wily rolled out of the way just in the nick of time to avoid that horrendous elbow drop. Fugue stands up and kicks Thor in the side, causing him to lie spread eagle in the center of the ring. Fugue then points at the turnbuckle but is met with an onslaught of boos.

 

Fugue jumps to the top rope, turns around, and leaps off not waiting for any pageantry, in a 450 splash landing squarely on... the canvas. Fugue missed the Grand Finale while Thor rolled out of the way. Both wrestlers have missed their top rope finishers and are lying on the mat exhausted. Even Fugue is tuckered out, but they both stand slowly and exchange punches, neither man doing much damage. With a sudden burst of energy, Thor goes to whip Fugue but he somehow reverses the momentum and causes Thor to fly into the corner, sandwiching the referee in between he and the turnbuckles.

 

Thor stumbles back and the ref falls down cold, causing Fugue to get an idea. Fugue quickly bounces off the ropes and hits Thor just as he turns around with a spinning shoulder tackle. Thor falls to the mat and Fugue looks at his fallen adversary for a moment and then bails to the outside, grinning like mad. He goes to the timekeeper and snatches the belt from his hands. The crowd boos heavily as Fugue rolls back into the ring, clutching at the belt.

 

Edwin: Don’t do it Fugue, you’ll kill him!

 

King: Kill?

 

Edwin: Well... you’ll hurt him... or something. Don’t do it!

 

Axis: Fugue is going to lay out Thor like the bunch of cheating bastards that the sWo are.

 

Fugue stands in the ring, his grin from ear to ear, holding the European title belt. Thor slowly gets to his feet, fans are yelling from ringside to warn them, small children are crying for their hero. Their cries of warning are not heard as Thor slowly turns around and Fugue swings the belt. Thor somehow senses it coming and ducks out of the way. The crowd cheers like crazy and Fugue turns around confused. Thor catches him with a big boot to the stomach causing him to drop the belt. Thor then tosses him to the outside.

 

Thor appears to be reinvigorated as he himself bails out of the ring and grabs Fugue by his shaggy mane. Thor slams his head into the steel guard rail twice. Thor attempts to whip Fugue into the steel steps, but Fugue only goes so far and then trips Thor causing him to slam his head into the steel steps. Fugue smiles at his opponents fallen body as he throws open the ring apron and reaches under and pulls out a steel chair. Fugue slams the steel chair hard across Thor’s back and then rolls him into the ring.

 

Axis: This looks like the end of the reign of our European champion.

 

Edwin: It’s just a good thing Thor didn’t get hit with the belt.

 

King: Oh shut up Eddie.

 

Fugue himself rolls into the ring and goes up to the top rope again but when he turns around he finds not Thor lying in the middle of the ring, but Thor standing right in front of him! Thor grabs Fugue by his throat with one hand and pulls him off of it. The crowd cheers wildly as Thor holds Fugue up in chokeslam position but instead of slamming him to the mat, Thor has a different idea. Thor flips Fugue upside down, facing out and tucks his head between his legs flips the rest of his body vertical.

 

Thor moves around the ring until he finds his desired position. Thor drops Fugue on his head in the middle of the ring, but on top of the European championship belt as the crowd goes wild. Thor tosses the belt out in front of the announcers’ table and makes the cover. Lucky for Thor, the referee is just now coming to and he slowly makes the count.

 

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DING!! DING!! DING!!

 

The crowd explodes when they see the hand of the ref drop for the third time and even more when they hear the ring bell chime out. Thor slowly gets up and looks at the fans in a dazed but happy way. Fugue lies in the ring, motionless. Funyon announces from ringside, finally getting his chance to announce as he was robbed earlier “Here is your winner... and still SJL European champion... THOOOOORRR!!” The crowd explodes upon hearing Thor’s name while his theme music kicks in, but nobody seems to notice.

 

Axis: Thor manages to pick up the win in what must certainly be his toughest battle to date against the sadistic Fugue.

 

Edwin: Thor hits the Ragnarok piledriver on Fugue on top of the European championship belt, good thing the ref was knocked out earlier in the match.

 

King: Thor cheated! He cheated worse than the sWo “supposedly” cheat! This is an outrage, I wanna talk to the guy in charge of this crummy league!

 

Edwin: Yes?

 

King: Oh yeah... forgot... you... were... the commissioner.

 

Thor holds up his well defended Euro title for all the fans to see as Fugue slinks quietly out of the ring and back down the ramp. The Thunder God gets his hand raised by the referee signifying his victory. He has nothing but a smile on his face as he steps out of the ring and begins walking back up the ramp slowly. He high fives his loyal fans as he walks up the ramp and upon reaching the entrance way stops to acknowledge the chant “GOD OF THUNDER!! clap, clap, clapclapclap GOD OF THUNDER!!” which is now ringing out throughout the arena.

 

Thor holds up his hands, his championship belt in one hand, and nothing but pure victory in the other. He walks quietly to the back through the curtain as the fans still chant for him.

 

Edwin: What a tremendous match up we have had tonight, and there is still more to come. Stay tuned for more SJL Wrath! Including our main event, a battle for the number one contendership aboard of all places, the USS Constitution! Don’t Go away!

 

Axis: Hey, I’m supposed to give the closing speech! It’s part of what I get paid for!

 

Edwin: And just who pays your salary Axis? Just whose name is it at the bottom of your paycheck?

 

Axis: My signature is on the bottom.

 

Edwin: No, next to yours. That’s right its my signature. I run the company Axis, and if I want to give the closing speech I will. Stay tuned for more great action from the SJL!

 

Axis is softly crying to himself while King eggs him on by poking him with a stick.

 

The screen fades to black.