SJL Crimson, August 18th

[Guest crusen86]

SJL Crimson Card, August 18th

Due: 3pm EST Sunday

Arena: The Wrestling Palace, Atlanta!

 

Send everything to me. I'm such a hog.

 

SINGLES MATCH

Chris Canuck vs. Ironman

- Ironman is back in action after a short break, and Chris Canuck lines up for his first real match. It's on.

- Match Description: Standard match, count outs & DQs in effect.

- Word Limit: 3500

- Send To HVilleThugg

 

SINGLES MATCH

C.I.A. vs. Jake Helmsley

- A returning Jake Helmsley gets his last ever chance because I'm weak. If he no shows this... Well, I give up threatening. CIA will be a tough challenge for the veteran to overcome in anycase.

- Match Description: Standard match, count outs & DQs in effect.

- Word Limit: 4000

- Send To Edwin MacPhisto

 

EUROPEAN TITLE MATCH

Fugue © vs. Insane Luchador

- Rickmen fell just a tiny bit short on Wrath, but now he gets his chance to make amends. Fugue won the belt in a tough contest against Thor on Wrath - can he keep it against the Insane one?

- Match Description: Standard match, count outs & DQs in effect.

- Word Limit: 4500

- Send To crusen86

 

FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MATCH

Thor vs. Spike Jenkins

- Spike is a prick. He smashed Thor over the head with a belt - even though Thor was helping him out! Now it's Thor's chance to get revenge by beating Spike Jenkins all over the arena... Or will the sWo come to his rescue?

- Match Description: No rules. Falls count anywhere.

- Word Limit: 5000

- Send To Longdogger_Pete

 

WORLD TITLE MATCH

Mak Francis © vs. Mike Van Siclen

- sWo vs. sWo! MVS won the contendership to the belt on Wrath and immediately gets his chance. But, will other members of the sWo come into play here? Will MVS and Mak have a disagreement, fracturing the group? Oh, so many possibilities...

- Match Description: Standard match, count outs & DQs in effect.

- Word Limit: 6000

- Send To TheBostonStrangler

[Guest crusen86]

BOOM!

 

BOOM!

 

BOOM!

 

NNNNNNNEEEEEEEERRR…KAAAAAAPPPPPPPOOOOOOOWWW!

 

Yes, the wild pyrotechnics of Smarks Junior League Crimson go off, signaling the beginning of a long and crazy night! The camera scrolls over the sea of fans, as you see signs such as ‘MARRY ME ANNIE E.’, which is being help up by a man looking shockingly like Jay Dwag, ‘EDWIN IS HOLDING THE SWO DOWN’, and your traditional ‘I’M HERE AND YOUR NOT’ sign. The camera then pans over to the announce team of Commissioner Edwin MacPhisto, The Suicide King, and Axis.

 

“What a night it’s going to be, ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to Crimson! We’ve got sWo vs. sWo tonight, for the World Heavyweight Title!” Edwin proclaims.

 

“And also,” The Suicide King chirps in, “I can’t wait to see Fugue, a proud card-carying member of the sWo defend his European Championship against Insane Lucahdor, a man thirsting for some gold!”

 

All of the sudden, the opening guitar theme to “Rise” by The Cult blast over the PA System. The fans rise to their feet as the arena darkens. Neon-Purple pyro blasts up from the entrance way. The first few vocals come into play, as smoke pours out from the entrance way. Out from the smoke steps out Matt Myers, welding a microphone. The fans rise from their seats, as the fans let down a chorus of boos on the sWo co-leader. He stays on the stage of the entranceway, as he holds up a single hand to cut the music and the pyrotechnics. As they call come to a halt, the only thing heard is the massive boos coming down from the fans.

 

“If I can have a moment of your time…” Matt Myers says, as he begins pacing on the stage.

 

“Oh, please,” Edwin says to himself, “He’s done nothing all day but while like a little child. I can’t wait to see what he has here…”

 

The fans give Matt no break. They refuse to stop booing the sWo leader, as he still paces. As the boos fade down to a semi-normal level, Matt speaks up.

 

“Tonight, as many of you can see, I am not booked,” Matt says.

 

Huge pop.

 

Matt growls.

 

“And also, one of my best friends…” Matt says.

 

“Aw, look, he said they’re best friends. How cute,” Edwin says sarcastically.

 

“…One of my best friends, Mak Francis, is booked against one of his own teammates!”

 

Yet another huge pop from the crowd.

 

“And the only reason that is is because there's nobody else of talent in this league!” Matt groans.

 

Well, there go the pops, bring on the boos!

 

“But let it be known, that if Mak was to go against, say, Thor, well…I’m sure we all know the result of that,” Matt snickers, “He would beat that God wannabe so bad that he'd be forced into retirement, and folks, even in the eyes of the sWo, that would be a shame!”

 

The crowd begins a “YOU SUCK!” chant, reacting to the insult of their hero, Thor. Matt Myers hears this, as he looks out at the crowd as the chant rises so it almost takes the roof off of the Omni. Myers pauses.

 

“These fans giving Myers their opinion of him,” Axis says.

 

“Ugh! How rude!” The Suicide King says.

 

“Oh…oh. OH WOULD YOU PLEASE SHUT THE HELL UP! Wanna know what’s wrong with all of you? You people can’t face the truth! Mak Francis WOULD cripple Thor if they went one on one!” Matt Myers yells, drawing heat from the crowd.

 

“Now…you can’t tell me that was rude!” Edwin says, turning toward The Suicide King.

 

“Hey. Myers is only telling the fans straight forward his feelings as well! Just like the guy who invented the atomic bomb!” The Suicide King says in defense.

 

“Zuh? You mean Einstein?” Axis says.

 

“Um. Yeah. If you want to compare Myers to that peaceful Indian dude,” The Suicide King says.

 

Axis and Edwin pause, as they turn to eachother.

 

“Dude. Do you know the difference between Gandhi and Einstein?” Axis says.

 

“Of course…I think…” The Suicide King quickly says under his breath.

 

“Anyways, the REAL reason I came out here, is to show the world…my creation!” Myers says, as the crowd is hushed in a confused silence.

 

“His what?” Edwin says.

 

“I’ve been working on this for months upon months, and I finally finished it. Ladies and gentlemen…I present you…in honor of the title victory of Mak Francis…”

 

“This ought to be good…” The Suicide King says, leaning back in his chair.

 

“Ladies and gentlemen, if you would direct your attention to the SmarkTron, you’ll see what I have made, a history…of the Smarks…World…Order!”

 

The arena goes black, as the SmarkTron flickers to life, but there is nothing on there. The first few guitar strums of Korn’s “Thoughtless” blast over the PA System. The words ‘The Beginning’ flash across the screen…

 

“Going through the pages of my fantasies…”

 

“(Funyon) And from Denver, Colorado. Weighing in at 215 pounds. MMAAAFIAAA!”

 

At the bottom of the ramp, he takes a turn and jogs up the ring steps, sneering at the ringside fans, as he climbs in between the ropes, taking off his jacket and tossing it ringside.

 

“(Axis) As some of our fans may know, Xero and Mafia have had their problems as of late, but what other person could want a spot in this horrifying match…”

 

“Pushing all the mercy down, down, down…I wanna see you try and take a swing at me…”

 

The two foes already in the ring continue to attack each other, as the fans await the third man rumored to be joining the match. Just then, Zach de la Rocha's unusually creepy voice echoes in a low volume throughout the arena. The fans stand and pop, as "Born as Ghosts" by Rage Against the Machine plays and a video of Flexxx's Golden Gun flashes on the SmarkTron screen. The Porno Man then walks onto the ramp and does the Diamond Cutter taunt, breaking his hands apart, signaling for huge yellow stream of pyro to fly into the entrance ramp and explode three times. Out from within the yellow smoke, Flexxx twirls around his kendo stick and calmly walks down the ring.

 

“(Funyon) And from Rochester, New York, weighing in at 235 pounds. Flunkmasta Flexxx!

 

 

Come on, gonna put you on the ground, ground, ground…Why are you trying to make fun of me?

 

As Xero minces in agony as he feels the splintering wood broken upon his knees, Mafia struggles back up and pulls Xero off the ground by his head, punching him in the face and rolling him back into the squared circle. Mafia climbs back into the ring as well, and as he sees Flexxx setting the ladder back upwards, Mafia charges Flexxx with a stiff clothesline to the head! Then Mafia pulls Flexxx back up and contorts his arm into a hammerlock, lifting him up and brutally forcing him back down onto his arm with the Gangland Execution! Seeing a clear opportunity to climb up the ladder that Flexxx took such delicate care to set back up, Mafia starts back to the ladder to resume business.

 

 

 

 

…Then Flexxx grabs Mafia’s foot and drags his whole body onto the ground by his achille’s heel, then the raging porno man applies an ankle lock. Standing back upwards, Flexxx lifts his foot off the ground and drives the edge of his hard boots into Mafia’s back leg! Then he lifts it back up and drives his heel back in again! After the Flunkmasta gives the mobster the final “F’ You!” falling elbow to his spine, Flexxx walks over to the ladder and starts climbing to the top again. When he finally reaches the pinnacle of the towering steel structure, looking up towards the briefcase, he sees Xero just ahead of him and on the ladder!

 

“(Axis) Xero never gives in! He’s back up again and biting at the conniving porn star’s ankles once again!”

 

…When Xero hurls a flurry of punches at the stupored Flunkmasta, Flexxx fights back viciously with some shots of his own! The porn star grabs Xero’s head and locks into a ¾ facelock, then jumps down and rams Xero’s chin onto the top of the ladder with a stunner!

 

You think it's funny? What the fuck do you think it’s doing to me?!

 

As the ladder falls down, however, Flexxx and Mafia already have their hands on the briefcase! So now they struggle in midair, hanging helplessly by a thin cord! Xero stares upwards in astonishment! Xero rolls outside of the ring and rests to avoid being knocked down by their two bodies falling like two dropping vaults!

 

“(King) Jeebus, those two guys, Flexxx and Mafia, are so desperate that they’re willing to fall onto the ground for a briefcase! What’s in there anyways? All of Bill Gates’ money? A lifetime subscription to Hustler? The key to Neverland?”

 

Mafia and Flexxx hang on for dear life, holding onto the briefcase. As both men dangle from the ceiling like spiders hanging from a web, they desperately try to knock the other man off and claim their prized briefcase! Mafia brings his knuckles to Flexxx’s face numerous times, weakening his grip, and nevertheless, the porno man swings backwards and comes back with a full-force dropkick! But just then… the extra pull on the rope makes it SNAP! Mafia and Flexxx descend, ever so fast, onto the floor and on their sides in a bad position to take vault-dropping pain! When Mafia rolls back off of Flexxx, he reveals that both men are still holding the briefcase!

 

 

 

 

“(Funyon) The winners of this matchup…… MAFIA!”

 

“(Axis) YES! MAFIA HAS SUCCEEDED BEYOND XERO AND FLEXXX!”

 

“(Funyon) …And FLEXXX!!! As a result of both men holding the briefcase at the same time and there can only be one victor of the TLC……….. this match has been ended via a DISQUALIFICATION!”

 

“(Axis) I don’t believe this…”’

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

To everybody’s shock, Mafia and Flexxx help each other back off of the mat and stand tall, with each man holding the briefcase in the air with one hand and walking around the ring with darkened smiles on their faces. The crowd is completely shocked by the surprise alliance of the two former arch enemies, Flexxx and Mafia, but then they lose interest and start booing up a riot.

 

You take your turn lashing out at me…I want you crying when you're dirty in the FRONT OF MMMEEEEEE!!!

 

The words ‘The domination’ flash across the screen, as it shows the match of Ash Ketchum & Ced Ordonez vs. The New Sound of Flexxx and Mafia

 

All of my hate cannot be found…I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming!!!

 

Ash stands up away from Mafia, as Mafia pulls himself up with the help of the ring ropes. Ash pulls Mafia off, as he hooks him around the head and grabs the tights, bringing him up and over into the Vertical Suplex. Ash drops an elbow, before lifting up Mafia once again, to grab onto his arm to whip him into the ropes. On the recoil, Ash kicks Mafia in the gut, doubling him over. Ash takes a run towards the ropes and bounces off, coming down with a Scissors Kick intended for the back of Mafia’s neck. Mafia moves out of the way, as Ash misses. The look of utter surprise is apparent on Ash’s face, as he turns around only to be hooked around the waist by Mafia, who lifts him up and throws him over his head, with the Overhead Belly-Belly Suplex. Ash rolls out of the ring, his back tense from the suplex, as Mafia distracts Matt Kivell, claiming that he has a bum knee, and Flexxx steps off the apron to attack. Mafia, by the opposing team’s corner, continues to keep the ref distracted, but Ced attempts to put a stop to the continuing attack, only to be stopped by Kivell. Misty stands on the other side, look of concern on her face, as Mafia slides out of the ring, only to throw Ash back in. Back inside the ring, Mafia lays across Ash, with the pin.

 

So you can try to tear me down…Beat me to the ground…

 

Ced Ordonez sees this and shrieks in frustration, pulling at his short hair and groaning. Mafia just got the upset kickout! Ash temporarily stops beating the living crap out of Flexxx and looks inside the ring, then the Pokemaster sighs and lays Flexxx’s face on the apron. As the cold Hitman starts to move his body, Ced lifts Mafia back up by his head and whips him into the ropes. When Mafia rebounds and Ced positions his arms to lift Mafia up for a takedown, Mafia rams his kneecap into Ced’s midsection, Kitchen Sink-style, and immediately grips onto Ced’s neck with one arm from behind. Mafia attemts to push down on the frame of Ced for the infamous dangerous maneuver, the EGO TRIP…

 

Axis : “This could be it for Ced… first man eliminated in this tag match!”

 

I will see you screaming!

 

A shot of Mafia and Flexxx standing next to each other. All of the sudden, a thunderbolt flashes, and Insane Lucahdor and Matt Myers are in the picture. All of the sudden, the words ‘The Leader’ flash across the screen…

 

Come and fill the pages of my fantasies

I'm above you, smiling at you, drown, drown, drown

I wanna kill and rape you the way you raped me

And I'll pull the trigger

And you're down, down, down

 

(Flexxx) – THAT’S FUCKING IT! I CAN’T TAKE THIS BULLSHIT ANYMORE! I’VE HAD IT UP TO HERE! WOMEN ARE SLAPPING ME IN THE FACE! YOU FANS SLAPPING ME IN THE FACE! I DON’T BELIEVE THIS! I DON’T NEED YOUR RESPECT, AND FRANKLY, *WE* DON’T WANT IT! BECAUSE TONIGHT, WE WILL HAVE A NEW MEMBER OF ‘THE NEW SOUND’, AND YOU’LL GO UNDER CHANGES THAT YOU’LL NEVER EXPECT! IT WILL AFFECT ME…HIM (Points to Poisyn) ….YOU… (Points to fans) …AND THIS ENTRIE LEAUGE!

 

::Scccchhhtt::

 

Flexxx throws the microphone down as “Ashes In The Fall” start up again. Flexxx exits the ring and is followed by Poisyn, as the commentators and fans reflect on this.

 

(Edwin) – New sound…under changes? What more changes can we have? And who the hell is this new member?

 

(Axis) – I don’t know, Edwin, but I smell a rat. I big one. And I don’t like this ‘New Sound’ idea of a change, either.

 

(King) – Phftt. Your just afraid of change, which is normal. Maybe it’ll be a good change. Maybe fans will start respecting ‘The New Sound’…

 

(Edwin) – Respect my ass. Something stinks, and I have a feeling that it’s not going to be pretty when it happens…

 

 

Why are you trying to make fun of me?

You think it's funny?

What the fuck you think it's doing to me?

You take your turn lashing out at me

I want you crying when you're dirty in the front of me…

 

***KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!***

 

 

 

 

 

Flexxx stares at the door and almost opens his mouth, but he surprisingly restrains his vocal cords in anticipation. Poisyn slowly opens the door... and a man in a black suit and a mask. Hell... he looks like he could rob a drug store with that suit on! But the black suit has a different purpose...

 

The fabric-laden man extends his arm forward and offers to shake Poisyn's hand.

 

(???) - "Hello, gentlemen. I was a tad bit delayed by other troubling matters, but I am now here as I promised in my phone call."

 

(Poisyn) - "Uh... hey there. It's nice to finally meet you."

 

(???) - "Oh no no no, the pleasure is ALL mine, I assure you!"

 

Matt seems almost estatic that his prayers were, at last, effectively answered, but Flexxx smacks Matt on the back of his head in disgust.

 

(Flexxx) - "What the hell is wrong with you!? You IDIOT! How can you trust a complete stranger? On the PHONE!? For chrissake, Matt, you learned this kiddie safety shit in the FIFTH GRADE!!!"

 

(Poisyn) - "But what if he can help us? You know we'll have to take risks."

 

(???) - "Believe me, Flexxx................ eventually, you will learn to appreciate this, *ahem*, brilliant partnership!"

 

(Flexxx) - "BAH! Well, fine Matt. Let's try things your way... but for tonight only. This better work, and that's all I got to tell you..."

 

(???) - "Oh, but it will definitely work! You will see for yourself, gentlemen, that I am a very reliable source! I will have the entire JL bending down on it's knees to SUCK!"

 

(Flexxx) - "Heh... I like your attitude, mister mysterious guy in a robber suit."

 

(Poisyn) - "Why don't you tell us this plan of yours? We need to be ready for anything and everything, you know."

 

(???) - "OK... well, here's the plan. You see..."

 

(Flexxx) - "Huh? What the motherfuck..."

 

A man's head suddenly appears and disappears at the door, and Flexxx almost loses his sanity in the process!

 

(Flexxx) - "GET YOUR ASS OUT OF HERE, BEN HARDY!!! Stupid fucking leeches... yo, Matt, close that door!"

 

(Poisyn) - "...Ditto"

 

(???) - "Okay, men, here is my grand coup operation for tonight! As I was saying, we will..."

 

 

 

All of my hate cannot be found

I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming

So you can try to tear me down

Beat me to the ground

I will see you screaming

 

Edwin: What the Hell? It’s The New Sound!

 

King: Great, Maybe XF9 are going to get their asses whooped some more tonight!

 

Flexxx and Poisyn slide into the ring, and start hammering away on Z and Ced. Flexxx pairs off with Ced, and Poisyn pairs off with Z. Ced blocks a punch from Flexxx, and nails him with a Gamengiri! Flexxx goes limp and rolls out of the ring. Meanwhile, Poisyn is giving Z turnbuckle punches, as the crowd counts along “Five! Six! Seven!.....” Suddenly Z hooks his arms around Poisyn’s legs. Z slowly walks out of the corner, with Poisyn mounted on his shoulders for a Powerbomb. Ced climbs on to the tope rope, and the crowd goes crazy. With blood pouring from his head, Z screams and lifts Poisyn up for the Last Ride. Z falls backwards, and Ced jumps off the tope rope hitting Poisyn with the Silver Lining!

 

Axis: The Silver Corrosion! The Silver Corrosion!

 

Edwin: XF9 is kicking ass!

 

King: The New Sound couldn’t beat down XF9, after they got their asses handed to them by Danny Williams. No wonder these guys are going no where.

 

Edwin: Danny Williams kicked Ced and Z’s ass. He didn’t kick XF9's ass. Now that Ced and Z are united, they are unbeatable.

 

The crowd chants “C n Z” as their heroes celebrate in the ring. Out of nowhere, a mysterious figure in a ski mask, leather jacket, and ripped jeans climbs over the guardrail. The figure grabs a chair, and slides into the ring.

 

Axis: Security! Security! There’s a damn fan run in!

 

King: Wouldn’t it be funny if some drunken fan kicked Ced and Z’s ass.

 

Edwin: Well it would certainly make The New Sound look like a bunch of pansies.

 

The figure slides into the ring, and smashes Ced in back of the head with a chair! Z spins around, and gets clocked in the face with the chair! With both men laid out, the figure removes his ski mask........

 

Axis: What the Heck its!

 

King: Hey I know that guy!

 

Edwin: NOOOO! WHY, GOD, WHY?

 

Axis:......IT’S CHRIS WILSON!

 

Chris Wilson stands in the center of the ring, taking in the shocked “booos” of the crowd. Flexxx and Poisyn watch from outside the ring, with a puzzled look on their face. Chris snatches a mic from a ringside official and invites the New Sound to enter the ring. The two men cautiously enter the ring, and approach Chris. In a commanding voice, Chris speaks into the mic ”There’s going to be some changes around here.” Chris removes his jacket revealing a shirt that reads “sWo”.

 

Edwin: What in the bloody hell is going on here?

 

King: You heard the man, there’s gonna be some changes, dumbass!

 

Axis: Were sorry fans we are all out of the time, but don’t forget we are starting our new summer T.V. line up this week. Crimson will be on Sunday instead of Saturday. I repeat it will be on Sunday.......

 

(Camera fades out with a shot on Chris’s “sWo” shirt, and the date and copyright appear on the screen.)

 

All my friends are gone, they died (gonna take you down)

They all screamed, and cried (gonna take you down)

 

A shot of Chris Wilson laughing, with the present sWo, Mak Francis, Matt Myers, Spike Jenkins, Fugue, Y2K, and Mike Van Siclen stand behind him, as he laughs, pointing into the camera. Suddenly, the words ‘The War Begins’ flash across the screen…

 

All of my hate cannot be found

I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming!

 

Fugue shakes his head and staggers to his feet--and a kick from Kamikaze sends him reeling. Kamikaze springs to his feet and aims wild punches at Fugue's face, then grabs him around the waist. The crowd noise redoubles as Kamikaze pulls Fugue onto his shoulder--whipping him down and onto his back in the same motion! The referee does his job, One, Two and Fugue kicks out!

 

"And ANOTHER Iconoclasm by Kamikaze!" Axis yells. "That's Fugue's signature move! This is an incredible match!"

 

Kamikaze springs to his feet, and aims a kick at the prone Fugue. He looks at his fallen opponent--then looks back and forth to the audience. The cheers build as Kamikaze turns, adjusting his headband--he runs up the turnbuckle again, bouncing off the ropes and spinning in midair--slamming down onto the mat as Fugue rolls away.

 

"Kamikaze misses the Kamikaze!" yells Axis.

 

"Fugue had that one scouted!" the King grins.

 

Fugue shakes his head, looking at his opponent--he quickly turns Kamikaze onto his stomach, hooks his own arms around Kamikaze's in a full nelson, then leaps forward in a somersault. Kamikaze yells and shakes his head in pain as Fugue bridges over.

 

"The Major Chord!" Axis cries over the crowd. "Kamikaze has taken so much punishment on his back and shoulders during this match--this hold has gotta be excruciatingly painful for him!"

 

Eddy Long kneels down, yelling excitedly at Kamikaze. Fugue laughs as the noise of the crowd washes over them, intermingled boos for him and cheers for Kamikaze. Long moments creep by, as Kamikaze struggles toward the ropes--then suddenly shakes his head up and down, nodding to Eddy Long. The referee signals for the bell.

 

DINGINGING!

 

"Your winner," booms Funyon, "and NEW SJL Television Champioooooon...FUUUUGUE!" The boos wash over the ring as Fugue finally releases his opponent from the hold, a dazed smile on his face. Eddy Long nervously pushes the belt on him and raises his hand, as Fugue gazes out over the audience.

 

 

So you can try to tear me down…Beat me to the ground…

 

 

In a last ditch effort to save himself from Air Canada Mak Francis pushes the now standing referee Matt Kivell into the ropes causing the Canadian to get crotched on the top buckle before he could turn and prepare for his Moonsault elbow drop. Kivell falls back to the mat slingshoted by the top cable but the Franchise just ignores it and hobbles over to the turnbuckle. He slowly climbs them until he standing on the second rope.

 

He hooks on the front face lock…

 

“Dear God he wouldn’t!”

 

Cradles the leg…

 

“I think he would!”

 

And tries to lift once, but CIA won’t give up without a fight even though his leg is throbbing, head is pounding, and nuts are screaming out in pain but he’ll never give up. He tries to hit a shotei but his arms won’t cooperate so Francis with basically one good hand slightly lifts him and just drops to the mat in a mix of an implant DDT and FISHAMANBUSTA~!

 

 

 

** WHAAAAAM!!! **

 

 

 

“CIA just got an one way trip to concussion junction courtesy of your new SJL World Heavyweight Champion “The Franchise” Mak Francis!!”

 

Francis slowly crawls closer to the KO victim and drapes his arm over CIA. Kivell is forced to crawl over and make the count even though he doesn’t want to.

 

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It’s the start of a new era

 

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A new sound

 

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A new world order

 

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A Smark World Order

 

E!

 

And CIA shoulder jerks off the mat in a final display of his never say die attitude. The crowd looks to Kivell who takes his time getting up to his knees. He looks to the announce booth as they question if the match is over and unfortunately the spastic reaction was too late as Kivell makes the signal to the chagrin of almost every SJL fan the bell is rung.

 

“And the winner of this match…AND YOUR NEW SJL WORLD CHAMPION…”The Franchise” MAAAAAAK FRAAAAAAAAAANCIIIIIIIIIsssssssssss!”

 

The crowd stands stunned by these events. Mak Francis sits on the mat speechless as his boyhood dream is finally realized. He is the #1 guy in the business. Kivell brings the belt in to the ring as CIA opens his eyes and bends his head to the left after this hard fought war and the two stare at each other in what maybe called respect…

But for how long…

 

I will see you screaming!

 

As they show all different dominations that the sWo has caused, you hear their voices. Fugue’s is the first…

 

“This will be the end of everything!

 

All of my hate cannot be found!

 

The voice of Mak Francis can be heard…

 

“A new area has arisen from the ashes!”

 

I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming

 

The voice of Matt Myers can be heard…

 

“There is nothing more but hate…fear...for you time is over, MacPhisto…”

 

So you can try to tear me down

 

The voice of MVS can be heard…

 

“Nothing will be sacred…”

 

Beat me to the ground

 

The voice of Flunkmasta Flexxx can be heard…

 

“This New Sound is at it’s full power…

 

I will see you screaming!!!

 

And finally, Chris Wilson comes on to screen. He smiles a devilish smile, as the New Sound logo appears over his face…and then the sWo logo appears over all of them. You hear his unforgiving, evil, laugh, as the video comes to an end…

 

We now go back to the arena, as you see Matt Myers facing the SmarksTron. He turns around, a huge, HUGE smile on his face. The area erupts in boos, as he speaks again.

 

“Was that not THE SINGLE GREATEST music video you’ve ever seen?!” Matt Myers says. The crowd boos, “The comments at the end…made by Fugue…Mak…Me…MVS…The Flunkmasta himself…what unity!”

 

The crowd starts a “YOU SUCK!” chant, but it dies out as Myers puts the microphone up to his mouth to speak again…

 

"I shut 'em down..."

 

The lights go down all over the arena as the sounds of "Shut 'Em Down" by LL Cool J pulse throughout the arena, to a might I add, HUGE POP! A lone blue spotlight shining down on the entrance ramp, where MVS stands. The Pyros of Greatness (the ones that go down as the person walks by) go off, and Mike comes out from the back to several cheers, surprisingly. Matt Myers stands there in shock as “Shut ‘Em Down” comes to a close, as MVS speaks.

 

“Matt, is that a banana in your pants, or are you just happy to see me?” MVS says. The crowd explodes in laughter.

 

“BWAHAHA! Ah…ahhhh…that was a great one, MVS…” Edwin says, nearly falling out of his seat.

 

“Hmpf. I could have come up with a better one…” The Suicide King mumbles.

 

“Now, Matty, we aaaaaaaalllll know what your trying to do,” MVS says. Myers pauses, “Yes, that’s right. Your trying to impress... no, impress isn't a masculine word, is it, Matt?"

 

Myers looks at Mike with a cold, puzzled look.

 

"No, Matt, you were trying to suck up to your “best friend” Mak Francis.”

 

The crowd ERUPTS as Myers looks at Mike, furious, but not doing anything to his sWo brother.

 

“Now, if you wanted to impress Mak, you could have done something cool, like beating up C.I.A. and Insane Luchador aboard a ship in Boston, or possibly have beaten the crap out of half this locker room…but no. You make a little music video. Well, I must say. I give you an A for effort, but for intelligence…weeeell, I think you need to go to summer school.” MVS says. The crowd explodes. Myers groans.

 

“Mike, why don’t you shut the…”

 

“Hey, hey, hey…” Van Siclen interrupts, “I’m not done yeeeet, and we all know how rude it is to interrupt. I mean, yeah, that was a great Music Video, but if your trying to impress Mak, try something useful, dude! Try doing something important, like gaining the number-one contendership to the single most biggest belt in this league. Because after tonight, Matt…Mak will walk out of this arena a naked man…”

 

“Is MVS going to screw Mak Francis?” The Suicide King says, “Eewww…”

 

“Oh, shut up…” Axis says.

 

"...because tonight, the man, the myth, the legend, the Amazin' one, the number-one homey, the man who has friends on six of the seven continents of the world, the ONLY person to have held the Eastern United States, the Television, and the European titles..." Here, Mike pauses and winks at Matt, "That's me, by the way... will be walking out of here with Mak's Smarks JEW-nior Leagues World title. And Mak won't. And he'll be lying in the middle of the ring, and my hand will be raised high in the air... and every single person in this arena will blow the roof off!... for there is a new World champion... an amazing champion... a, dare I say it, a talented champion, which is much more than Mr. Francis can say..."

 

The crowd pops like a cherry as Mike Van Siclen poses, a broad smile on his face as he turns around, completely ignoring Brother Red as he continues playing to the crowd.

 

"Because, you see, I have toiled away in this league for twenty months... TWENTY MONTHS. Almost two years of babies crying, crickets chirping... and what have I gotten? Never a World title shot. Never main evented. And tonight both of those things change, and folks, I will not disappoint you with my first AUUUUUGH!"

 

No, MVS did not really say AAUUUGGHHH!!!. That was Matt Myers, with a flying forearm to the back of the head. MVS goes straight down, as Matt Myers picks MVS up, as he throws Mike over the top rope! Mike lands flat backed on the ground as Matt bounces off the ropes, running back and springboarding off, catching Mike with a plancha!

 

“WHAT THE HELL?!” Edwin says, “Someone get out here, the sWo has exploded before our very eyes!”

 

Referees, road agents, and a few wrestlers comes out to separate MVS and Matt, as the crowd is still hot from what they just saw. MVS is dragged back into the back, as Matt is being held by Eddy Long and Brianna Flynn.

 

“Oh my god…The sWo has exploded, and it’s happened right here in front of us all! Will this affect the World Title match? What will Mak Francis do about this? Will MVS get his vengeance delivered? Everyone, we’re about to go to a commercial, but stay tuned, we’ve got a lot more ready for Crimson and…what the…

 

The scene changes, the Smarktron fizzling to life and showing a scene backstage. The crowd pops mildly as the mentally unstable Kamikaze walks through the maze of corridors in the back. The camera follows the rising superstar, who is apparently making his way to the stage. Kaze passes on open door and in a quick fit of paranoia, glances inside. Kaze stops in his tracks, looks over his shoulder and sees Cutthroat in a thong. He's not really, but that's what Kamikaze sees, and the sight causes Kam to double over with dry heaves. The cameraman gets somewhat disgusted himself, and cuts the feed.

 

“…Okay…” Axis says, “What the hell was that?”

 

“I don’t know, Axis, my friend, but maybe we’ll find out later on tonight. It’s already been full of action, and there’s more to come. Don’t move a muscle, we’ll be right back!”

 

The camera zooms in on the enraged face of Matt Myers as Crimson starwipes to a commercial…

[Guest crusen86]

Back at the arena after the opening stuffs, the cameras zoom to wherever the announcers are.

 

Edwin: Whoo! Time for the really rushed opener. Zoinks.

Axis: Yes, zoinks indeed.

King: Shut up the lot of you.

 

Black Sabbath’s “Ironman” hits the speakers and the man himself walks out onto the stage. He pauses and then continues toward the ring.

 

Funyon: The following match is set for one-fall… Weighing in at 235 pounds, hailing from Detroit, Michigan… TONY “THE IROOOOONMAN” BROOOOOOGAN!!

 

Cheers and stuff probably happen as he warms up in the ring and then “O’ Canada” triumphantly takes the speakers by Canadian storm!

 

Funyon: And his opponent weighing in at 231 pounds, from the Homeland, Canada… CHRIS CANUUUUUUUUCK!!!

 

BBOOOMMM!

 

POOOWWWW!!!

 

Uhh… BOOOOOMMM!!!~!

 

Chris stands onstage, the fireworks giving him a cool silhouette but it quickly fades to show a guy with a giant, red, Maple leaf on his shirt that makes him look like an ass.

 

King: What a dick.

Edwin: That does look quite odd, but you should see him in his full Canadian wrestling gear. Freaky.

Axis: Yeah, he’s not dressed for rassling today.

 

Chris climbs up onto the apron and quickly over the second rope as Funyon tries to slip out of the ring. Chris snatches his mic, a angry and upset look on his face as he brings it to his lips.

 

Chris: GOD! I cannot believe this! Atlanta is a fucking town of savages!

 

Boo! Hiss!

 

Chris: Hey, shut up right now! I’M TALKING!

 

Boos and such!

 

Chris: Now, I have had to come to the God forsaken town and after living in Canada…well, lets just say it’s not the great white north but I TRIED to be nice and polite to you hicks and slack-jawed yokels but I can’t go anywhere without people running up to me and yelling, “IT’S AH-BOOOOW-TUH!!! NOT A-BOOT!!” They make fun of the way I talk and the way they are programmed to be anti-Canadian is SICKENING!!

 

King: Yeah! It’s SICKENING, Edwin!

Edwin: Shut it, dick.

King: That’s like something I would say.

Edwin: Isn’t it…

 

Chris: The one thing that put me over the top was going back to my car and seeing one of you hethans ‘relieving’ yourself against it! Over the course of a week you have been nothing but rude and ignorant… or more plainly put, you’ve been acting AMERICAN!

 

BOO!!

 

Suddenly Tony grabs the mic.

 

Tony: This IS America. Go home, Canuck.

 

Chris takes it back.

 

Chris: The problem with America is… that it’s full of Americans—

 

WHAM! Chris nails him with the mic, taking the shooter down and the referee calls for the bell.

 

**DING DING DING**

 

Axis: And it’s match time!

 

Tony quickly gets back up but Chris gives him a whip into the ropes! Tony comes back and ducks a clothesline. Tony hits the other side ropes and comes back with a spinning crescent kick but Chris catches it and spins him around…

 

Edwin: GERMAN SUPLEX!

 

Chris hauls him up again…

 

Edwin: …and he’s going for more!

 

Chris scores another and another, ending with a release. Chris goes for the cover.

 

ONE!

 

TWO!!

 

KICKOUT! They both get back up to their feet and Chris goes for a tie-up but catches a ninja-knee under his chin. The Ironman backs him into the corner with a flurry of punches as the Canuck tries to block and cover up. Tony finally stops and grapples but Chris gets under him and…oh my!

 

Edwin: WHOA!

Axis: Chris just tossed the Ironman over the ropes with a belly-to-belly suplex! The strength and leverage…

 

Axis rambles on as Chris slides out of the ring and leads the shooter over toward the announce table. Chris rolls Tony onto the table and climbs up.

 

Edwin: We have these two athletes in front of us…I think the Ironman may have taking a bad fall when he went over the top rope and came crashing to the floor.

 

The announcers back away from the table as the replay of the suplex shows in the corner of the screen. It finishes to show Chris sinking in the Ankle Lock and twisting it.

 

Axis: I would like to remind you that the match must be one in the ring!

 

Chris doesn’t seem to notice as he keeps the hold locked on…and Tony taps!!

 

Axis: This match must be won in the ring!

Edwin: You just said that.

Axis: …

Edwin: …

King: …

Edwin: Shut up, King.

 

Chris keeps wrenching the hold as Tony claws at the table in pain…

 

…snap…

 

Ohhhhh!!

 

The Ironman’s ankle crooks in a sickening angle but the Leaf-wearer doesn’t let go! The official tries to pull him off but only adds more pain to the Ironman.

 

Axis: I think he just snapped the Ankle of the Ironman! That’s something we have come to expect from Tony but…

 

The referee starts screaming at Chris but he is ignored and finally calls for the bell. Chris still doesn’t let go.

 

Axis: He’s like a Canadian pitbull!

 

Referees flock to the area and swarm around, trying to pull him off. A group of seven finally succeeds. Chris stands over the Ironman as he clutches his foot in pain. Chris takes off his shirt and holds the leaf over his head as the referees escort him to the back.

 

Funyon: This match has been ruled a no-contest.

 

Booooos.

 

Edwin: Well they threw this one out and good reason. I guess Chris will be given some sort of spanking from the glass ceiling or whatever… I’m tired.

Axis: Hey Eddie, I think Tony’s hurt.

Edwin: Tell him to walk if off.

Axis: Umm.

Edwin: Okay, I’ll give him a few more weeks off.

[Guest crusen86]

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The surrealism of that particular commercial over, the cameras view fades in, showing a jacked Atlanta crowd, on their feet and waving lovingly made cardboard signs in the air, hoping for half a second of fame. A few fans are even lucky enough to make it on the air, most notably ‘CIA for President! (Of Canada!)’ ‘Mak Francis fears the amazin’ one’ ‘Psycho Mantis: Skitter off!’, and finally, a fan holding up a sign that advertises www.somethingawful.com , which is flipped around to reveal something altogether disgusting. The view quickly changes to the SJL’s own holy trinity at the announce desk, all three of whom take a moment to shake off the shock while Security no doubt confiscates a few signs.

 

“Well, it certainly has been a truly exciting night of action so far, and we’re just getting underway. I am, of course, Axis, joined as always by the brit gone bonkers, Edwin Macphisto, and the lord and ruler of the heels, the Suicide King.

 

“Yes, Axis, we’ve seen but one match so far, between Ironman, and Chris Canuck, a Canadian who is an example, a true leader for his fellow countrymen. Particularly the goof who has been parading around this company with the sole final result of pissing me off. I Mean, why can’t he be more like a real Canadian?”

 

“Of course, what King is referring to is one half of this next contest, CIA, a man who believes in fighting fair, and doing his best for the SJL fans, maybe having a little fun out there, cause he loves being a member of this company. Of course, that pisses off King to no end.”

 

“Well, Edwin, We’ve got sWo all the way up the card after this match tonight, and maybe that will cheer King up, but right now, we’ve got the aforementioned CIA, former world champ, facing off against ‘The Psycho Mantis’, Jacob Helmsley, both men looking to push themselves back into the spotlight with a big win here. With that said, let’s get right to Funyon, and light this mother up.”

 

‘What was that, Axis?”

 

”Well, Edwin, I was just trying to….”

 

“You were trying to be hip, weren’t you, Axis?

 

“Yes, King, and I don’t see what’s wrong with….”

 

Both men stare at Axis for a few moments, and finally, the aussie hangs his head in shame. “Just…. Funyon, take it away.”

 

The cameras cut to the ring, and, as always, the ever-so-fashionable Funyon, who immediately gets everything underway, raising his microphone up and letting his dulcet tones ring out just loud enough to be heard over the beginning strains of ‘Meaning of life’ ring out through the arena speakers.

 

“The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at 227 pounds, Jake…. Heeelllmmmsssllleeyyyy!!!!”

 

The fans in the arean boo as Helmsley emerges on stage, familiar mask obscuring his features, flocwing trenchcoat hiding his body as he moves down towards the ring. A few fans reach out to try to touch him as he passes, but none are successful, as Jake makes his way straight down the center of the ramp, and slides in under the bottom rope, walking past Funyon and taking a corner of the ring as his own.

 

The music dims, and so do the arena lights, fans cheering even before the music begins to play, catching any subtle hint to cry out in adoration. Within a moment, the SmarkTron flickers to life, that familiar fluttering flag displayed proudly for all to see. The fans in the arena chant along as the lights go almost completely dark, singing those two fateful words that will usher in the Canadian hero. ‘Ooooohhhhh Caaannnaaadddaaaaa!!!!”

 

BOOM!

 

The pyro explodes, all along the stage, towering red columns of glittering sparks, and glittering bits of shimmering confetti float down on the audience from above. The familiar riff of the guitar plays in the ‘Secret Agent Man’, and by the time the smoke clears, lights flying back to full luminescence, the man himself is their, on stage, in an expectant pose which is rewarded by the cheers of the Atlanta audience.

 

“Introducing next, he weighs in at 237 pounds, he is the Canadian Dream, C!….. I!….. AAAA!!!!!”

 

The fans are on their feet, and CIA begins to march down towards the ring, looking quite serious. A few fans let out a bit of a boo, but this is quickly silenced as he comes halfway down the ramp, shrugging his jacket back off his shoulders, and retrieving a microphone hidden inside. Raising it to his lips, he tilts his head back, and lets the words rise from his throat. “How many people want to see me kick Jake Helmsley’s ass?!”

 

The fans erupt, and CIA tosses the microphone aside, sliding into the ring under the bottom rope, Funyon clearing out quickly as the bell rings.

 

“And this match is underway! CIA acting irregularly subdued, maybe taking Jacob Helmsley as a serious challenge tonight, as well, maybe thinking this will be his last chance to show he’s worth one more shot at the World title. After all, it’s not too long till the next SWF pay per view, and you never know what’s gonna happen around that time.”

 

“Right you are, my Australian-but-I-won’t-hold-that-against-you compatriot. CIA seems particularly serious, and driven tonight. Let’s see if he can back that attitude up in the ring.”

 

“Doubtful. You two are clearly underestimating the other man in that ring, Jake Helmsley. He doesn’t like to lose, and he’s got some real presence in that ring. I’ve got a feeling he might just take our Canadian ‘friend’ out rather handily.”

 

Indeed, Helmsley explodes out of the corner, dropping down and driving his arms into the back of CIA before the Canadian can get to his feet. Rising up, Jake drops again, slamming his forearms across CIA’s back again, driving him to the mat. The fans boo this assault, and Helmsley comes to his feet, backing away a half step or so. CIA clutches his stomach and rises up to his feet, looking up into the eyes of Jake Helmsley. This connection lasts only a short moment before Helmsley’s foot kicks up, clamming into the Canadian’s gut, quickly doubling him over, and in a smooth motion, Helmsley grabs CIA around the throat, dropping back, and spiking his head to the mat with an evenflow DDT.

 

CIA’s body comes straight up as he hits, and he falls to his back on the mat after the shot. Helmsley quickly floats over, laying chest to chest with ‘The Dream’, going in for the quick pin. The referee goes down to the mat, locking his eyes on the place where CIA’s shoulders meet the canvas, and his hand comes down, crashing against the mat.

 

 

ONE!

 

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TWO!

 

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Kickout!

 

“A quick pin by Jake Helmsley after that DDT caught CIA off guard, and he gets a two count.”

 

“Yes, Axis, it was a devastating maneuver, as Helmsley is bigger, stronger, and faster than the Canadian, and he hasn’t had the disadvantage of being put to sleep by the idiot’s normal pre-match rambling.”

 

“Helmsley has indeed made a quick assault, and perhaps it’s a smart move, keep the Canadian from getting his momentum going, tire him out with a quick, powerful attack, and some rapid fire finish attempts. But you certainly aren’t going to keep CIA down this early without a miracle.”

 

Helmsley obviously can’t hear the announcers, but it almost seems he can, as he rises from the cover just long enough to reach down and grab his hands around the throat of the patriotic grappler, squeezing tight. The Referee admonishes him, and after a few seconds, begins a count. Helmsley only presses down harder as the Canadian reaches up, hands clawing at the mask obscuring the lower half of his face, waiting until just before the referee yells out for the fifth time, finally releasing his foe’s throat, and taking just half a second to pull the obligatory innocent act with the referee, drawing a rush of boos from the crowd.

 

CIA clutches his throat, and coughs a few times, rolling over onto his stomach. Helmsley comes up to his feet, turning away from the ref and reaching down for CIA, clutching the Canadian’s hair and pulling him up to his feet. Lashing out, Jake catches CIA with a punch across the face, stumbling him back slightly, and then another, and another, forcing him back a few steps, and keeping him dazed. Reaching down, Helmsley takes the Canadian by the wrist, shoving him back slightly, and then tugging hard, beginning to whip CIA across to the other side of the ring. The Canadian spins as he moves, reversing the whip, and sending Jake across the ring instead.

 

Helmsley moves across the ring, feet bouncing off the canvas, body propelled towards the ropes. Turning around, Jake hits the ropes, rebounding slightly, only to meet CIA, who has followed him the whole way, doubling over as the masked grappler’s knee slams into his gut. Keeping on the Assault, CIA reaches down and takes hold of Helmsley’s forearm, twisting it up and behind him into a hammerlock, stepping between Helmsley and the ropes as he puts pressure on the arm.

 

“CIA coming back into this match, reversing the Irish whip and staying right with Helmsley, first with that knee to the midsection, and know beginning to do some damage to that right arm with a fierce hammerlock.”

 

“Indeed he has done just that, recovering from the initial assault by the psycho mantis, and slowing him down just a bit, most likely intending to work that arm and disable some of Helmsley’s offense, while having the added advantage of leaving him more vulnerable to a finishing maneuver.”

 

“Oh, come on. Do we really need to tell these fans the basics of fight psychology? Yes, CIA is going to try to extend that arm till Helmsley can’t take it anymore. The question is, will he be successful. And the answer of course, is going to be no.”

 

Leaning forward, CIA forces Helmsley down to his knees, and raises Helsmley’s arm slightly, placing one knee against the back of his opponent’s shoulder and pulling back on the extended limb, continuing the pressure. Helmsley squints his eyes and shakes his head, fighting against the pain, completely ignoring the ref as he leans in to check if Helmsley wants to submit. After a few long moments, CIA releases the hold, and Helmsley rolls forward and away, turning back to face CIA as he rolls his shoulder to relieve the pain.

 

CIA moves to follow Helmsley, punching down at his opponent’s face, catching him in the jaw with a hard right hand, then another, before reaching down and pulling Helmsley up to his feet, moving him back towards the center of the ring. Helmsley lashes out, trying to catch the Canadian with a stiff right, but CIA raises his arm, blocking the shot, and replying with a hard right of his own, jabbing into the chest of Helmsley, bringing a bit of a cheer from the fans in the arena. Laying in with another hard shot, CIA leans in and takes hold of Helmsley’s right arm, pushing him back away but keeping his grip.

 

Tugging Helsmley in hard, CIA drives his shoulder into the upper chest of the ‘Psycho Mantis’, jerking the shoulder hard. Shoving Helmsley away, CIA pulls him into a hard shoulderblock again, and finally shoving him back with the intentions of doing it one more time. Helmsley jerks back himself, using his arm to pull CIA in and spinning to whip the Canadian towards the corner turnbuckle. The patriotic wrestler is sent across the ring, chest colliding with the corner turnbuckle, and he bounces away, Helmsley close behind, driving him into the corner as his left shoulder slams into the Canadian’s back, goring him hard against the turnbuckle. CIA clutches his chest in pain, and Helmsley turns around, reaching up to take hold of his foe’s upper arms, leaning forward and sliding CIA to the Cnavas,

 

The referee slides into position, once more intending to count the fall, and as his eye’s move to CIA’s downed shoulders, Helmsley lifts himself up, locking one foot on top of the middle turnbuckle, and then the next, increasing his leverage.

 

ONE!

 

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TWO!

 

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CIA kicks out, and the fans cheer, as Helmsley drops himself off the ropes, in disbelief that the Canadian managed to get back up.

 

“CIA keeping the pressure on that shoulder, but Helmsley takes him to the ropes, clearly intending to cheat his way to a victory by using that middle turnbuckle for leverage! How…. Despicable!

 

“Boy, nice word, Axis. Helmsley is clearly willing to do what it takes to win, and get out of that ring before CIA can do any serious damage to his arm and shoulder. And hey, did the ref SEE his foot on the ropes? No? Then it’s not cheating.”

 

“Suicide king rule of life number six, folks. Right after ‘Never let them remind you when you’re wrong’, and right before ‘I’m not REALLY into that kind of thing. It’s just a twenty year phase’.”

 

“Hey! Did I call you a moron tonight, Edwin?”

 

“You’re right, there’s no call for that.”

 

”No, I just wanted to make sure I did call you that. You huge idiot.”

 

In the ring, Helmsley and CIA both come to their feet, and Helmsley rushes forward again, catching the rising CIA with a clothesline and taking him down to the mat. Kicking at the face and chest of the downed Canadian, placing his foot on the throat of CIA and pushing down hard. Being admonished by the referee, and booed by the crowd, Helmsley begins to raise his foot, only to immediately place it down again, and lift off his other foot, stepping over the Canadian, and in the process, placing all of his weight on CIA’s throat.

 

The fans boo, but Helmsley continues to ignore them, instead reaching down and tugging CIA up to his feet once more. Taking hold of the patriotic one’s arm, Helmsley lifts it overhead, twisting fiercely, locking in an armbar, and beginning to turn the tables on CIA. Unfortunately, this doesn’t last too long, as CIA moves in, ducking under Helmsley’s arm and keeping hold of the lock, reversing the pressure by twisting Helmsley’s arm overhead, locking in his own armbar. Helmsley fights the hold, and it looks as though he’s about to break free. CIA reacts quickly, Throwing his body to the side as he holds onto the Mantis’ wrist, CIA thrusts his leg upwards, driving his foot into the area of Helmsley’s armpit in something of a superkick, sending him over to his side.

 

“Ooooh. High kick coming up under Helmsley’s arm, and with the pressure already on it, Helmsley would have to be extremely lucky for something to have not been, at the least, dislocated.”

 

“Absolutely, Axis. CIA is showing almost a mean streak, but certainly a determined, knowledgeable attack. Plus, he’s mad that Jacob stood on his throat earlier. He has to be able to cheer at Hockey games, right?”

 

“I’m glad I made sure to call you an idiot earlier. CIA is on a downswing, and he’s just desperate in this match. Jake Helmsley has almost pinned him twice, and he knows when it happens, it will be over as quick as any match he’s been in before. He’s trying to delay the inevitable, that’s all.”

 

Helmsley collapses on his side in the ring, and CIA quickly follows, kneeling over the facedown grappler, and placing his knee between Helmsley’s shoulderblades. Taking hol of both wrists as well, CIA tugs backwards, applying a surfboard stretch to the psycho mantis. Helmsley tries to fight out of the hold, beginning to lift himself up off the ground, but CIA keeps the attack on, lifting himself just long enough to drop his knee back into the upper back of Helmsley, and push him down to the mat once more. The referee stays close to Helmsley’s face, watching for a submission, but Helmsley shakes his head from side to side, refusing to submit. The fans in the arena stomp their feet, and clap, urging Helmsley to ‘TAP! TAP! TAP!’.

 

Helmsley continues to fight against the hold, utilizing his superior strength to push off from the ground, but each time, CIA drops his knee against the back, forcing him to the mat once more. Pushing up hard, Helmsley forces CIA to leap off the mat, raising both legs into the air to slam him fully down once more, but Helmsley moves quickly, twisting his body, and causing CIA to fall to the side, losing his grip. Both men begin to come to their feet, and CIA is up first, immediately rushing towards Helmsley, and lashing out with a hard kick. Helmsley rises as fast as he can, catching the kick at his side, and shoving CIA back to the mat, moving away to the center of the ring, arm hanging almost limp at his side.

 

“Helmsley is in a bad way, CIA keeping the pressure on that arm consistently, until it looks like he’s only one bad intention away from popping that shoulder out of it’s socket. Nevertheless, Helmsley shows his in ring skill, fighting out of the hold, and keeping CIA off the attack to gain time to recover.”

 

“Well, well, Kingy. It looks like this Canadian knows that the key to being a good lumberjack is to chop a tree right at the weak point near the base, just the same as tearing an arm right out of place. This mat based attack is really working for him. Maybe he’s planned his strategy out too well for Helmsley, in this matchup?”

 

“Stop calling me Kingy, you psychotic sideshow freak. Helmsley has CIA in the palm of his hand. All it will take is one big move to finish him off, and the Psycho Mantis has as many of those on tap as anybody. CIA’s getting too full of himself, and he’ll slip up any second now.”

 

Helmsley continues to roll his shoulders in pain, right arm moving sluggishly, and he keeps both eyes on CIA, watching as the Canadian makes it to his feet. CIA approaches him a bit more slowly this time, clearly looking for some way to grab another armlock and bear Helmsley to the mat, but as he approaches, Jake kicks out, catching CIA in the side, and stumbling him to the side. CIA steps in again, and again Jake lashes out, driving his foot into the Canadian’s stomach, and keeping him at a distance. Moving back away from Helmsley, CIA runs off to the ropes, rebounding hard and rushing across the ring, leaping into the air and kicking out his feet at Helmsley in a fierce dropkick.

 

Jake steps aside, and CIA falls to the mat with a crash, Jake immediately coming down upon him, driving his knee into the Canadian’s throat and pressing down as hard as he can, trying to choke the life out of him. CIA’s arms flail, and he fights against the hold as the referee begins to count, but cannot break free. The ref reaches four, and Helmsley shows no signs of letting up, so he gets right in his face, beginning to count again, much louder. The fans boo and curse, a few even throwing things into the ring, one paper cup bouncing off the back of the kneeling Referee as CIA’s motions begin to slow. The referee reaches four, and this time, shoves Helmsley, which causes the large man to break the hold, getting up and yelling at the ref.

 

“Helmsley in a state of desperation, arms in a bad way, begins to cruelly try to choke the life out of CIA, clearly not as unworried about his chances for victory as some people at this very table.”

 

“Hey, I said Helmsley would win. I didn’t say how, you Australian goober.”

 

“Helmsley is a punk who likes injuring people, and CIA is a former world champ. I’d say he’s worried in there, King. I know the look of a desperate man, and it is etched on Helmsley’s face.”

 

Helmsley turns about, facing CIA once more, the Canadian now on his feet. CIA rushes at him, and Helmsley raises his arm, stepping aside and locking it around CIA’s shoulders. Wrapping his foot around the Canadian’s foot, he is about to throw himself backwards in a side Russian legsweep, Helmsley is caught by surprise as CIA frees his foot and spins around, grabbing him around the shoulders before re-locking the foot. In one smooth motion, Helmsley’s arm trapped behind his shoulder, CIA throws himself forward, driving Helmsley’s face to the mat to a loud cheer from the audience.

 

“Via Rail! CIA reverses that move, turning it into a Via Rail, and Helmsley is down!”

 

“A lot of impact, and that has to further aggravate that right shoulder, and if CIA can capitalize, this could be it!”

 

“I will not accept another win by this foul foreigner. Jake Helmsley is better than him in every way! This is a joke!”

 

Both men face down on the mat, CIA moves quickly, not rising all the way, instead turning just enough to rise to a seated position, and twist his legs up next to Helmsley’s head. Taking hold of the right arm, CIA tugs it between his legs, locking it tight, and wraps his arms around the still stunned Helmsley’s face, beginning to jerk back hard. The crowd roars, and the referee drops into place as the crossface is locked in on Helmsley, right in the center of the ring!

 

The crowd stomps their feet and claps their hands, once more starting up a ‘Tap! Tap! Tap!’ chant, and the ref urges Helmsley to tap out. CIA jerks back hard on the hold, Keeping the pressure on Helmsley’s shoulder. Nowhere to go, the ‘Psycho Mantis fights as long as he can, keeping his free hand in the air, but finally, his hand crashes against the mat, tapping frantically. The bell rings, and CIA immediately breaks the hold, coming up to his feet, and raising his arms overhead in victory.

 

“He’s done it! YES! CIA makes Helmsley tap to the crossface, and the Psycho Mantis has been taken out by the man from the Frozen North!”

 

“Oh, I think I’m going to be sick. This Canadian, who should be working an Indy federation somewhere in Alaska takes a win over a real athlete. God.”

 

“Well, Cheer up, King. Everyone else is happy, and maybe our next great match-up between Fugue and the Insane Luchadore, Andrew Rickmen, will be more to your liking!”

 

Axis looks at the camera, as always, and smiles. “That’s coming up next, Ladies and Gentlemen. Stay tuned!”

 

 

Fade to commercial…..

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Ben Hardy is standing by, very nervous and sweaty as he always is. He looks around anxiously and is suddenly cued by Gus the legendary cameraman. “Oh, we’re on?” Hardy states as he clears his throat allowing his professionalism to shine through. “I’m Ben Hardy, and I am scheduled to interview Thor but he is nowhere in sight. Thor not only lost his European title to Fugue of the sWo on Wrath, but was attacked later in the evening by Spike Jenkins after Thor came to his rescue. Jenkins turned on Thor like a snake in the grass and I can imagine that Thor will not be a happy camper for this...”

 

A rumbling can be heard as several heavy equipment boxes are turned over on their sides off camera. The camera turns to capture the shot but Thor is already on his path for the interview. Hardy peps up and tries to say something but Thor immediately shoves him out of the way onto his ass, to which he can be heard whimpering about off camera. A very upset Thor summons the camera to film him as he starts to speak.

 

“Ben Hardy, this does not concern thee. Spike Jenkins, thou hast BETRAYED ME!! ‘Tis not the losing of my European title that bothers me, at least the sadistic one clearly made me submit. ‘Tis the fact that after every time I have saved thine hide from the sWo, after every time we fought and still maintained a certain respect for each other after your loss. After everything I hath done for thee, thou hast the audacity to hit me with the World title belt.”

 

Thor grows quiet upon his last statement as Ben Hardy steps into the frame and attempts to steal Thor’s thunder but is instantly removed by a cold glare and a grunt from the former European champion. Thor continues “I took the time to help you, after I myself was weary and beaten, because I thought that thou needed my help. It has become clear now that thou hast mistaken the God of Thunder for a fool. Thou hast played a trick that would make e’en Loki green with envy. Thor is not someone who takes lightly to trickery.

 

For if thou doth think that this ruse will go without repercussion than thou art sorely mistaken. Tonight mortal, tonight thou wilt receive a beating so horrendous, it will make me ashamed to be paid for such a deed. With the added no disqualifications stipulation, thou art in for a special treat, thou may not e’en be able to walk back to thine dressing room to accept the defeat. I close my statement with this last thought. Tonight, I will beat you, and I will make thee lament the day thou crossed the God of Thunder.”

 

Thor snorts his anger and huffs off camera as the camera fades out.

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The feed returns and Axis' head is slumped forward as he dozes gently. His eye catches the red light of the camera and his head snaps upright, grinning eagerly. "Hello again and welcome back to SJL Crimson!" Axis hypes. "You're just in time for our European Title Match!"

 

"The sadistic Fugue won the unified Eurovision Title from Thor on Wrath!" the cheerful Edwin exposits. "But now he has to actually DEFEND it! Sucker!"

 

"And much as I like the guy, he's up against a tough challenge in the Insane Luchador!" the dastardly Suicide King adds. "I mean, the Luchador even SAYS he's nuts!"

 

"No doubt about it, these are two extraordinarily unorthodox competitors!" Axis comments. "This should definitely be an exciting matchup!"

 

Funyon clears his throat in the ring. "This match is scheduled for ONE fall," he booms, "and it is a Unified European Title Match!" A wave of cheers greet this announcement. "Introducing first! The challenger, weighing in at 195 pounds...from Easton, Pennsylvania...Andrew Rickmen, the INSANE LUCHADOOOOR!" Slipknot's "Wait and Bleed" blasts over the speakers as the crowd comes alive--a mixture of cheers and boos as the Luchador thrusts aside the curtain and steps smirking onto the entranceway. The tall, thin wrestler walks slowly down the aisle, taking a moment to slap the few hands the reach out to him.

 

"And the Champion," Funyon continues, but stops as the lights are suddenly extinguished, plunging the arena into darkness. The murmuring of the crowd turns to derision as the familiar "Toccata and Fugue" wends its way through the air, quickly replaced by "Ashes in the Fall" as Fugue steps onto the ramp. "Weighing in at 181 pounds, representing the sWo...FUUUUGUE!" The manic musician stalks down the ramp, his grin lit by white strobes as he leers at the audience.

 

"Both these men have their, uh, game faces on!" Axis says gamely. The Suicide King snickers. Fugue slips into the ring, coming to a halt and regarding his opponent. The Luchador smiles back, and Fugue divests himself of his coat and belt, handing the latter to Eddy Long.

 

DINGINGING!

 

The two competitors circle around each other for a moment, watching carefully for an opening. Fugue suddenly lunges, and catches the Insane Luchador's right arm in a wristlock. He wrenches it back--the Luchador bends backward and slips through the pressure, turning to reverse the hold. He torques it in in turn--and Fugue leaps up and does a forward flip, landing on his feet and reversing the pressure again! The two competitors push against each other, grappling, then leap away and break the hold.

 

"Nice display of counter-wrestling by these two men!" Axis says.

 

"Yeah, but it was just a WRISTLOCK, Axis," the King notes.

 

Fugue rushes forward and launches himself in a dropkick, but the Luchador nonchalantly swerves to the side and Fugue hits the ground. Fugue immediately springs up, however, and barrels into the Luchador with a shoulderblock. Rickmen goes down and Fugue fights for a hold on his arm--the Luchador scrabbles away and gets to the ropes. Eddy Long yells at Fugue, eventually pulling him bodily off his opponent. Fugue walks back, gazing at the Luchador with a feral grin.

 

The Insane Luchador gets to his feet again, eyes burning holes in his opponent. The two competitors approach each other and lock up again, and the Luchador knees Fugue in the stomach. As the champion doubles over, the Luchador rears back and slaps the back of his hand against Fugue's chest, the sound echoing through the arena.

 

"WHOOOO!"

 

And echoed by the fans, of course. The Luchador grabs Fugue around the neck and in an instant has thrown himself backward, driving Fugue's head into the mat. The champion twitches, and Luchador presses into the cover--One, Two and Fugue kicks out.

 

"A quick DDT by the challenger, picking up the pace of the action!" Axis says. "And getting the first near fall of the contest!"

 

Luchador pulls Fugue up, but the musician elbows him in the face. As Rickmen reels, Fugue grabs his right arm again and pulls it behind his back, locking in a chickenwing hold. Luchador tries to elbow with his free arm, but Fugue catches the arm--then sweeps his leg around Rickmen's, pushing both men forward to drive them stomach-first onto the mat.

 

"A chickenwing hold into a forward leg sweep!" Axis cries. "I don't think I've ever seen that particular move before!"

 

"You poor, deprived child," Edwin says sympathetically.

 

The Luchador scrambles out of the hold, quickly getting to his feet and turning to face his opponent. He shakes out his right arm, smile grim. Fugue grins back, and charges once again--but Luchador slips behind, grabbing Fugue around the waist and hauling him upward and backward, driving him down on his back and shoulders. Luchador slips out from under his dazed opponent and catches one of his legs for a cover--One, Two and Fugue kicks out again!

 

"Beautiful German Suplex by the Luchador!" Axis says. "The head, back and shoulders--all these areas are vulnerable to the Luchador's Brink of Insanity!"

 

"But Fugue keeps going after that arm," the King counters. "And we all know what he can do to THAT!"

 

The Insane Luchador pulls Fugue up, smirking. He catches the struggling champion around the neck, pulling his head between his legs--then hauls Fugue into the air and onto his shoulders, leaping forward and driving Fugue down on his back! He pushes into a cover, One, Two and Fugue twitches out again!

 

"A powerbomb from the Luchador!" Axis says. "He may have this one wrapped up!"

 

Edwin sits looking pensive, unable to decide who to cheer for.

 

The Insane Luchador kicks derisively at his fallen opponent, then hauls him up once again. He turns Fugue around and laces his arms in his own--the crowd comes alive as the Luchador wrenches at Fugue's arms, turning to face the corner.

 

"Insane Luchador looks to be going for the Brink of Insanity!" Axis yells. "He wants to finish this up early!"

 

The Luchador looks to either side at the crowd, grinning. Fugue's grin is fixed in pain. Then the Luchador runs to the turnbuckle, pushing Fugue along--but Fugue suddenly leaps forward himself and lands on the second rope! He pushes backward, hard, driving the Luchador helplessly backward onto the mat! Both men land on their backs, and Eddy Long slides down to count--One, Two and Luchador squirms out from under Fugue.

 

"Fugue counters the Brink of Insanity!" Axis yells.

 

Fugue gets to his feet and runs after the retreating Luchador, leaping up and landing knee-first on IL's left shoulder. The Luchador grits his teeth and scrambles away, getting hurriedly to his feet. He charges forward and hits Fugue several times in quick succession with hard punches. As Fugue reels, Luchador grabs for his neck again--but Fugue now slips behind his opponent, catching his arm. The musician turns back to back with Luchador and catches his other arm--bending down and pulling the Luchador upward.

 

"Backslide!" Axis cries. "A classic move, but we've seen Fugue put a lot of hurt on with it!"

 

Fugue bends down, gritting his teeth as he wrenches at the Luchador. Rickmen lets out a gasp and undulates his lanky frame, pulling back and Fugue and managing to get to his feet. The two men fight from a standing position, straining at each other's arms--finally Fugue bends down again but Luchador slips his arm out before the musician can complete the move. The two competitors fall away from each other and get to their feet.

 

"Neither man got an advantage on that backslide!" Axis says.

 

"Yeah, but Fugue still put a lot of hurt on Luchador," the King notes.

 

The Insane Luchador darts forward and grabs Fugue in a front facelock. He reaches down to hold Fugue's pants as well--in a flash Fugue is hurtling upward and back, landing hard on his back. Luchador keeps the hold locked in, standing upright again and stomping his feet to concentrate his strength in another suplex, Fugue flying through the air again. The Luchador pulls Fugue up and sets up for a third but the musican manages to break the hold, staggering backward.

 

The Insane Luchador sneers as he regards his dazed opponent. He takes a moment to work out his arms, then runs forward and LEAPS high onto Fugue's shoulders--but Fugue quickly grabs him and pushes him down, landing in a sitting position as he slams the Luchador to the mat.

 

"FUGUE COUNTERS THE RANA INTO A POWERBOMB!" Axis cries.

 

"You can't rana Fugue!" the King replies.

 

Eddy Long slides down to count, One, Two and Luchador manages to get a shoulder up. Fugue moves back and circles around his opponent as Luchador gets dazedly to his feet--the musician lunges forward and locks his arms around Luchador's from behind, a loud buzz building from the crowd.

 

"Fugue locks in a full nelson!" Axis says. "Could he possibly be thinking of using IL's own finishing move against him?!?"

 

"Ooh, insult to injury!" the King laughs.

 

Fugue shakes the Insane Luchador like a dog worrying a rat, then steps forward and lunges forward. Luchador struggles but is slammed face-first into the mat, the impact jolting his arms and shoulders. Then Fugue sets himself and leaps forward in a somersault, turning completely over and wrenching Luchador's arms upward and back.

 

"THE MAJOR CHORD!" Axis yells. "Fugue hits a bulldog into the Major Chord!"

 

"There's no escape!" the King yells as well. "Go on, tap out, it's over!"

 

Eddy Long slides down to check on the Insane Luchador. The Luchador's wiry frame struggles...then his struggles become weaker. Finally a shudder passes through the Luchador's body, and Eddy Long stands to signal for the bell.

 

DINGINGING!

 

"Your winner," booms Funyon, "and STILL SJL European Champiooooon...FUUUUGUE!" Fugue finally releases the hold and rolls away, breathing heavily. Eddy Long presents him with the belt and Fugue stumbles dazedly to his feet, grinning at nothing in particular as his hands is raised as the derision of the fans rains down on him.

 

"A hard-fought matchup, but Fugue successfully defended his title!" Axis says. "We gotta go to commercial, but don't go away, fans--we've got lots more SJL action coming right to you!"

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"I Stand Alone" by Godsmack hits as the SJL returns from a commercial break. Again, the fans cheer somewhat mildly as a smiling Kamikaze steps onto the stage. He takes his time heading down the ramp, seemingly in a very good mood.

 

Axis: "Welcome back, fans, and it looks like we're gonna hear from Kamikaze before we get on with the show.."

King: "You gave him a microphone again."

Edwin: "The fans seemed to like it when I did a few weeks ago!"

King: "When are you going to get it through your thick head?! It's not about the fans!"

 

Kaze slides into the ring as his music fades and the crowd settles down. He stands in the ring, staring for a moment into the crowd, then shakes his head violently and raises the microphone up to speak.

 

Kam: "Maria says hi."

 

The crowd gives a cheap pop, more in jest than for Maria..

 

Kam: "She wanted me to come out here and tell you about a nasty dream I had.. I don't really want to, but if you'd like me to, I will. What do you say?"

 

Axis: "Dream? No, thanks. What's this gonna have to do with anything?"

King: "I'm going to have to agree with you there, Axis."

Axis: "Imagine that."

Edwin: "Kamikaze already told me his dream.. it was very interesting. Me and Silent were friendly, The Boston Strangler was announcing in your place, King-"

King: "What? Strangler? Maan, Wilson would have been closer to my true personality than that Red Sox humping freak."

 

The crowd has been cheering for Kamikaze to tell them about his dream, and settles down so that the superstar can continue.

 

Kam: "Well, it took place last Wrath. I was supposed to have a rematch with Manson, because my win against him on Metal just wasn't good enough.. You liked it, didn't you?"

 

Cheap pop from the crowd. A new chant fades into existance.

 

Crowd: "Ka-ze! Ka-ze! Ka-ze!"

 

And then it fades out just as quickly. But Kamikaze hears it, and he smiles wide, eagerly continuing his story.

 

Kam: "So Manson and I come down to the ring, but the crowd is dead silent.. they're all huddled around a huge screen TV, watching some baseball game.. and then Silent-"

 

Crowd: "BOOOOO!!"

 

Kam: "Yeah, I agree! Silent comes down to the ring in a referee shirt, then declares that Manson and I will face each other in a two out of three falls puke match. This is the disgusting part."

 

King: "Puke match? Ugh! Get this guy out of the ring!"

Axis: "What kind of nightmare did Kamikaze have?"

Edwin: "It doesn't get that bad until the third fall..:"

 

Kam: "I won the first fall after Manson spewed from being spun too much.. but he held out longer while we were being kicked in the shinanigans by huge profession weightlifting women.. then Cutthroat came out in a thong.."

 

The crowd boos loudly, mixed with sounds of nastiness and repulsion, as well as some hacking. Kamikaze shudders, then doubles over again, dropping the microphone while he goes into another, shorter fit of dry heaves.

 

Axis: "Eww.. oh, Jesus. Why did you encourage this, Edwin?"

Edwin: "I thought it was rather humouros, actually."

King: "You are so disgusting."

 

Kamikaze recovers in the ring and grabs up the microphone. He points and shouts at the corner of the ring.

 

Kam: "I'm not telling it again, we'll all get sick!"

 

Kaze turns away from said corner and glances over the crowd.

 

Kam: "I'm sorry, I didn't really want to, Maria made me. You can all blame her. On to more merry things.. I have tonight off! I hope it's not because of the episode I had in Edwin's office.."

 

Axis: "Episode?"

Edwin: "The man swore up and down he was JFK's illegitimate daughter. That, too, was very amusing."

King: "Why didn't you book him tonight?"

Edwin: "The guy has no direction. No angle, no nothing. We gotta find him something, I thinks."

King: "I'll help you find him something.. the door."

 

Kam: "I won't take any more of your time, Atlanta. Let's get back to wrestling!"

 

"I Stand Alone" hits the PA system again, and the fans cheer for Kamikaze as he exits the ring and heads up the ramp. The camera focuses on the announce table.

 

Axis: "Thank God that's over."

King: "You're welcome, Axis."

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The previous commercial ends, showing Edwin lathering up in the shower with a bar of Dial soap and SJL Crimson is now back on the air. The fans roar with applause as the camera shifts focus to the comedy/announcing team of Axis, Edwin MacPhisto, and The Suicide King. All three men sit idly biding their time until the commercial ends, which it already has. The cameraman is heard coughing as to direct the gentlemen’s attention to the camera.

 

Axis is examining his hangnail, which seems to be putting up quite a battle as he picks and chews away at the vile hangnail. Edwin is busy playing Fire Pro Wrestling on his purple Game Boy Advance and also appears to be engaging in a tough fight as his face goes through a series of intense facial expressions displaying his mood. King has his feet on the table and is reading a newspaper and chuckling heartily. Axis finally conquers his hangnail and looks over at King and asks “What are you reading King? The funny pages?”

 

King looks up from his paper and says “The police reports.” Axis notices the cameraman frantically coughing and pointing at the camera. Axis quickly shuffles his papers and puts on his facade of journalistic integrity.

 

Axis: Welcome back to SJL Crimson! Already a night of extraordinary matches seeing Chris Canuck face “The Ironman”...

 

King: That sucked.

 

Axis: Well... we saw C.I.A. go head to head with Jacob Helmsley.

 

King: Crap as well.

 

Axis is silent for a moment.

 

Axis: Well we did see Fugue take on The Insane Luchadore!

 

King: I remain completely unimpressed.

 

Edwin: Guess there’s no pleasing some people. Anyways, Fugue fought IL for his newly acquired European gold, which he won from one of our next competitors, the God of Thunder Thor! See how that all ties in?

 

Axis: Thor’s opponent tonight is the man who turned his back on him, and the entire federation but not before hitting Thor with the World title belt and joining the sWo, Spike Jenkins.

 

With Axis’ last statement the lights shut off and “Ashes in the Fall” by Rage Against the Machine begins to blast on the speakers and the crowd erupts in boos and “Hollywood” Spike Jenkins emerges from the curtain for the first time as a proud member of the sWo. He is completely at home with his new ensemble of black trench coat and black sunglasses. The crowd absolutely abhors him as he walks down the ramp with an arrogant stride, his coat flowing gracefully behind him.

 

As he steps up to the ring apron, he turns back to the entrance ramp and holds his hand up in respect. He steps into the ring and cautiously removes his coat, he goes slowly at first, but soon he rips the coat off himself and reveals the completion of his new wardrobe, a sWo t-shirt. He smiles at the crowd after slipping the sunglasses into the pocket of the trench coat and tossing it to ringside. The boos swell around him as he leaps to the second turnbuckle and holds his arms up just as he used to do.

 

Edwin: There’s the traitor.

 

King: Spike’s not a traitor! He never made any allegiance with Thor, he never promised him that he wouldn’t turn his back on him and nail him with a title belt. He never once went back on his word.

 

Axis: He does have a point Edwin.

 

The arena is suddenly plunged into darkness.

 

Edwin: Well here comes someone who has a better point.

 

A blue spotlight is thrust upon the curtains as the opening chords of KISS “God of Thunder” begin to rip through the hot Georgian night. A lightning bolt strikes the stage, smoke fills the entrance, and the music begins to drive causing the fans to simultaneously cheer upon recognition of their hero‘s entrance. The music powers through the arena and the lyrics kick in causing two blue and white pyros to shoot crossing each other. The God of Thunder himself steps through the smoke and the crowd erupts in an ovation.

 

He strides about midway down the ramp, not high-fiving any fans, he suddenly picks up the pace as he drops his cape and hammer with a thud and dashes to the ring under the ropes. Thor and Jenkins exchange blows back and forth with every shot of Jenkins’ being outdone by one of Thor’s. The crowd is super-charged as Thor finally throws a big haymaker, knocking Jenkins back but Thor catches him and whips him into the other ropes and catches him with a big boot with the fans behind him all the way.

 

Axis: What an ovation for the God of Thunder here tonight!

 

Edwin: Thor is hella fired up for this match and knows exactly what he wants.

 

King: Take him to school Jenkins, show him that he can’t push around the sWo!

 

Jenkins gets up quickly from the boot and charges at Thor who quickly grabs him by his shirt and tosses him to the outside. Thor himself steps through the ropes and instead of stepping to the floor, he waits for Jenkins to stand and then drives him back to the semi-protective mats with an axe-handle smash. Jenkins lies on the mats but is given little time to actually rest as Thor, still pumped up, brings him to his feet quickly by his hair.

 

Thor slams Jenkins’ face into the steel steps, busting his nose open. As nose injuries usually do, Spike’s nose gushes blood but the sight of the red coagulative liquid only drives Thor further as he whips his stumbling body into the steel steps, sending him spinning over the top of them. Thor can’t help but turn to his rabid fans and flex his impressive biceps.

 

King: What arrogance. Why is that pansy ass God always playing to the crowd?

 

Edwin: I’d show off my arms too if they were the size of kegs.

 

Axis: Thor is really on a roll here, completely dominating Spike Jenkins.

 

Thor turns around after some flexing and hand slapping and sees Jenkins slowly getting to his feet. He walks over to his opponent and grabs his tights, but is caught with several lefts and rights and Jenkins finally manages to stagger the big man back. Jenkins stands up straight and kicks Thor in the gut and then gives him a rocker dropper, smashing his face into the steps. Spike climbs up to the ring apron and then to the very top turnbuckle and waits for his opponent to stand giving him the classic “Come on!” hand signal.

 

Thor stands hazily and turns to the ring to meet his doom. Jenkins leaps off the top turnbuckle and cuts a flip like an Olympic diver as he hooks his legs around Thor’s neck and uses his added momentum to spin Thor completely to the mat. The crowd pretty much gasps at the sight of this high risk maneuver but their gasps soon turn to boos as Jenkins stands up still wearing his cocky smile, even though his nose is still gushing blood.

 

Axis: Well these two didn’t stay in the ring long.

 

Edwin: Yeah but did you see that incredible top rope hurrincanrana by Jenkins? It looked like it killed Thor.

 

King: Probably felt like it too.

 

Spike Jenkins is simply relishing the boos of the fans as he decides to have a little fun. He picks Thor up by his shaggy red mane and walks him a little way down the side of the ring. Thor begins to struggle so Jenkins quickly smashes his head on the ring, keeping him under control. They walk a little farther until they reach the front of the ring by the ramp. Jenkins quickly smashes his knee into Thor’s face and then simply dumps him on the ground.

 

Jenkins hops up to the ring apron and holds his arms up to cause the fans to boo him, to give him motivation. He then steps through the ropes and sprints to the opposite ones, he bounces back and comes over the top rope like a missile attempting some sort of plancha. The attempted move is of little consequence to Thor who has by this time gotten to his feet and has caught Spike in mid-air. He cracks a smile and then throws him over his head in a fall away slam, causing Jenkins to land on the steel entrance ramp and shake in pain.

 

Axis: Wow, big fall away slam by Thor. I think that just might be the last bit of actual wrestling in this match.

 

King: Is that what you call wrestling?

 

Edwin: More or less. You know there’s more to wrestling than just rakes to the eye and low blows while the ref isn’t looking Kingy.

 

Thor stands up and is swallowed by cheers. He walks over to Jenkins prone body and tries to lift him up. His body is limp however, which makes Thor’s task a tad bit more difficult, nonetheless Thor simply picks Jenkins up onto his shoulder and walks up the ramp to the backstage area. Once inside the curtain, Thor attempts to ram Jenkins head into a concrete wall. His attempt is thwarted though, as Spike slides down Thor’s back and pushes him into the wall.

 

Thor stumbles back and then turns around, very groggy. Jenkins quickly grabs a chair that was leaning against a wall and quickly cracks Thor in the head with it, sending him down. Spike tosses the chair to the side and clears some tech crews’ papers off a nearby table; he turns to Thor and helps him up. Thor is reluctant to go down so easily as he drills Spike in the face with several stiff right hands. Jenkins stumbles back and Thor is quick to take control as he lifts Jenkins up with a Gorilla press and instead of showing off his enormous strength, he simply drops Jenkins through the table.

 

Edwin: Oooh, Jenkins took a short ride and had a bad landing.

 

Axis: With the falls count anywhere stipulation, these two can fight anywhere and do anything to each other, short of killing them.

 

King: Are you sure about that?

 

Thor leans down and makes the cover after a few seconds of rounding up the referee from the catered snack table. Chocolate chip cookie in hand and mouth the ref makes the cover.

 

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Jenkins just barely gets the shoulder up. His feelings of hatred for Thor apparently run too deep for him to quit so easily. Thor backs away and watches Jenkins slowly get to his feet. Jenkins wipes some of the last remaining blood from under his nose and swiftly punches Thor, who responds with one twice as deadly as it knocks Jenkins back into a table filled with small snack treats such as brownies and cookies, even a large carafe of coffee.

 

Thor walks towards his confused opponent, but his opponent is apparently not that confused as he is aware enough to take the lid off the coffee carafe and throw some of the steaming hot beverage in Thor’s eyes. He stumbles back blindly and is in no way aware when Jenkins smacks him in the face with a steel chair, knocking him onto a large cart for hauling equipment. A very proud Spike Jenkins turns the cart around and pushes it down the hallway, passing some of the wrestlers with looks of disbelief on their faces.

 

Axis: A hard chair shot by Jenkins knocks Thor out. You’ve got to wonder how much longer either of these men are going to last.

 

Edwin: I’d say that both of these men have a fairly good chance of winning at this point.

 

King has apparently gone back to his newspaper.

 

Jenkins stops by the sWo locker room and jokingly instructs Thor not to move. He pops in and then comes back out again, this time with a bike chain wrapped around his fist. He holds Thor down by his chest and then rears back with his fist, a look of extreme satisfaction on his face. He snaps his arm down hard and howls in pain, Thor has moved out of the way and Jenkins fist, along with the dog chain, rammed into the hard wood of the cart.

 

Jenkins gets up quickly, tossing the dog chain to the side angrily and Thor is there to meet him. Thor kicks the cart over on its side and whips Jenkins firmly around a corner, sending him crashing into the wall. Thor walks to where he deposited his opponent and sees a most curious sight. Cutthroat is sitting on a chair outside of the men’s bathroom peeling stickers off a Rubix Cube. He is “singing” a little song only consisting of the word “cut”. Thor gets a great idea upon seeing “The Extreme One”.

 

King: Aww man, its Cutthroat!

 

Axis: The SJL’s perennial jobber has somehow squirmed his way into a high profile match.

 

Edwin: Tons of fun can be had with someone as simple as Cutthroat!

 

Thor approaches Cutthroat and begins to speak “Cutthroat, I am in need of assistance for my match with Jenkins, and I know thou hast a bone to pick with the sWo as well.” Cutthroat looks on, excited to be part of a big match like this “Sure Thor I’ll help you out! Anything for a former European champion!” Jenkins is now getting to his feet and Thor sees his opening. Cutthroat tries to say something else but is cut off as Thor picks Cutthroat up and holds him like a bat.

 

Spike looks at Thor with fear as Thor swings hard with his new weapon but Jenkins ducks the shot. Cutthroat hits the concrete wall shoulder first and promptly lets out a squeal of pain. Thor brings his weapon back again and swings hard once again, this time his weapon finding its mark, nailing Jenkins in the side and sending him crashing to the ground. Thor says with a smirk “Thank you friend Cutthroat, you have done well.” Thor then picks Jenkins up by his dirty blonde hair and helps him walk further down the hallway.

 

Edwin: Thor used Cutthroat as a weapon! This may be the highlight of the night!

 

Axis: Cutthroat is a better weapon than he is a competitor, not that that is surprising at all.

 

King: That was the most fun I’ve had watching the SJL in a long time!

 

Thor sees a red sign that has the word “EXIT” on it and quickly kicks open the door. He steps through, still sort of escorting Jenkins to the outside but Spike takes control with several elbows to the breadbasket of Thor. Jenkins immediately pushes Thor and smashes his head into a nearby dumpster. He then further helps Thor by whipping him into a car, causing the alarm to speak “PLEASE STEP AWAY FROM THE CAR!!” Jenkins takes the time to admire the new car, hot off the assembly line.

 

After gazing at the car he goes to the other side to retrieve his opposition, only to find that he has disappeared. Spike looks around for Thor but he is nowhere to be found. “He’s so damned big, he can’t move that fast.” he thinks as he walks down the middle row of the parked cars. Spike looks between each car to see where Thor is hiding. He has a nervous expression on his face as he hears something fall, he immediately shoots his head to that direction only to see the side view mirror falling off of an old junky car.

 

Axis: It appears as though Thor has just disappeared off the face of the Earth.

 

Edwin: Be wery qwiet! Spike’s hunting Thunder Gawds!

 

King: Don’t you ever stop Edwin?

 

Jenkins continues his walk down the dark and quiet row of cars upon cars until he reaches the end of the automobiles. He says quietly to himself “What the hell?” but he soon finds out as he turns around that Thor has been following him for some time. Thor grabs Spike by the neck with one hand and slams him back down on the hood of a nearby car. Thor once again picks Jenkins up and slings him over his shoulder and walks towards a nearby 7-11.

 

Once he reaches the convenience store, Thor opens the door and tosses him inside. The clerks behind the counter do very little as they continue with their card game. Thor takes a now partially standing Jenkins and attempts to whip him into a shelf full of snacks but Jenkins somehow finds the strength and the energy to reverse the momentum and sends Thor flying into the junk food stand, toppling it. Jenkins grabs a Slim Jim from the floor and begins to eat it, rather than further attacking his opponent. He gets about half way done with his stick of meat and tosses it to the side.

 

Axis: Thor went flying into that 7-11 food shelf and all Jenkins does to capitalize is eat a Slim Jim.

 

Edwin: That doesn’t sound too bad right about now. Axis, if I give you money will you go buy me a Slim Jim?

 

King: Yeah me too... except you’ll get the money when you come back.

 

Axis is quiet, staring at the bumbling fools beside him.

 

After getting done with his meat stick, Jenkins decides it is time to go for the cover. The referee has just finished purchasing a slurpee and makes the cover.

 

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Thor gets the shoulder up. Jenkins is obviously a bit peeved at the decision and scorns the referee for not making a fast enough count. The ref for his part tells him that Thor cleanly got the shoulder up and then takes a sip of his slurpee. Jenkins walks to the next aisle to try and find a suitable weapon.

 

While Spike is browsing, Thor gets to his feet and snatches a nearby step ladder from back by where they keep the sodas cold. Thor sets it up by the window and climbs up top, he then sees Jenkins walk back perfectly in position and whistles loudly to get his attention. Jenkins turns to see Thor on the three foot ladder and charges forward and knocks Thor backwards, through the large window, and onto the unforgiving concrete below. Both the ref and Jenkins wince at seeing the bedlam that has ensued.

 

Edwin: OUCH!! That can’t be good!

 

King: That’s nothing, I’ve seen much worse bumps.

 

Axis: Nonetheless Thor just fell through a glass window and onto the concrete below. I think it is safe to say that Thor wont be much more of a factor in this match.

 

Thor lies on the cold ground several lacerations are visible on the side that is turned over and more are sure to be present on the other side. Jenkins walks outside and looks at Thor with both disgust and a smirk as he kicks Thor lightly to see if he’s even alive. Thor moves a little but, but rest assured if he is still alive, he is not happy. Thor stirs a bit faster than anyone should after taking that fall, shards of glass cascade off of his body as he moves. He slowly gets to his knees with Jenkins in complete shock, his mouth agape and his eyes bugging out.

 

Jenkins is extremely upset as he goes to kick a kneeling Thor in the face, but Thor catches his foot and with a mighty heave, pushes him backwards onto his ass. Thor stands and the damage to his body is well defined. He has prominent cuts on his right arm and several small pieces of glass sticking out of the wounds which are now bleeding painfully slow. Jenkins gets up from his fall as does Thor and Thor unloads a massive uppercut to Jenkins jaw sending him crashing into some garbage cans.

 

Axis: Thor goes flying through a pane of glass to the concrete... and he gets up!

 

Edwin: Thou shalt not short change the God of Thunder!

 

King: Jenkins has got to take back control of the match. He can’t beat you if you don’t want him to!

 

King yells to Jenkins but being a mile or two away King’s enthusiastic yells are lost. Thor walks methodically slow, his face extremely serious and intense. He approaches Jenkins with blood running down his arms and fire burning in his soul. Thor picks up his attacker and holds him by his hair as he punches him in the face several times, reinjuring or perhaps breaking “Hollywood’s” nose. Thor tosses him to the ground where he lies and holds his nose in pain.

 

The God of Thunder once again hoists Jenkins on his shoulder and walks across the parking lot of the 7-11 where some frightened onlookers gaze at the pile of broken glass and blood. Thor walks a little further until Jenkins struggles and frees himself. Jenkins hammers Thor with lefts and right finally staggering the big man. A loud noise is becoming increasingly audible with every move of the two combatants. Thor and Jenkins trade punches and kicks and clotheslines for a long time until they are out of sight of the arena.

 

Edwin: Where are Thor and Jenkins going to?

 

Axis: I have no idea, but as long as the referee and the cameraman follow them, we are still in business.

 

King: Bah, I’m just waiting for the main event. Two top talent go at it in a perfect contest.

 

Edwin: Just because they are in the sWo?

 

King: Precisely.

 

Finally the two come to a wooded area, an odd place to have a wrestling match to be sure. Both men are now slowing down as their punches become less and less damaging. Thor whips Jenkins into an old oak tree with a sudden burst of energy and Spike spins off of it holding his shoulder. Thor has gained a lot more momentum as he quickly grabs Jenkins and whips him out of the forest into a clearing. Jenkins trips and the sound of water splashing reveals more or less where they are. They have stumbled upon the Chattahoochee river.

 

Jenkins gets up out of the river, taking turns holding his nose and his shoulder and Thor suddenly bursts out of the woods, the bright moon above offering the only illumination. He dashes out of the forest and charges at Jenkins knocking him down with a firm clothesline. A large splash is heard as Spike falls back into the shallow part of the river. Thor takes the initiative and makes the cover on Spike, holding him under water at the same time.

 

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Spike’s arm shoots up and he sits up quickly gasping for air.

 

Axis: They’ve found the Chattahoochee river. Thor cant quite get the pin on Jenkins yet though.

 

Edwin: Fighting in a river! How creative!

 

King coughs while fitting the word “rip-off” casually in between.

 

Thor allows Spike to stand, the river water rinsing off a lot of the blood from these competitors bodies. The two combatants trade punches once again, fighting up the river bank. Spike knocks Thor into a tree then smashes a large stick over his head, Thor stumbles back into a tree but gets back up and drills Thor in the head with his elbow. Thor is now half dragging Spike Jenkins down the river bank, but as they move further down the river, a loud noise grows increasingly louder.

 

The two finally come within sight of what appears to be a highway bridge, going over the river. Thor moves towards the structure and then climbs the steep incline of the river side. Dragging Jenkins behind him must surely be a chore enough, but carrying him up the side of that hill must have taken a toll on Thor as he rests leaning on the steel guard rail. Jenkins though is now ready to go as he appears to have gotten his second wind. He catches an unsuspecting Thor with a superkick, staggering him over the guard rail, onto the busy highway 285.

 

Axis: Thor and Spike Jenkins have now reached the local highway 285 and are now battling on its lanes.

 

Edwin: This is just crazy. I’ve seen some strange falls count anywhere matches but this is bloody loopy!

 

King: MAKE HIM GET HIT BY A CAR JENKINS!!

 

Both Thor and Spike are now battling in the middle of oncoming traffic, which has come to a dead stop as everyone is now being forced to take time off from their busy commute to watch two bloodied wrestlers battle it out for all out supremacy. People are taking pictures of the wrestlers as they fight, smashing each other into the hoods of cars and just simply brutalizing each other. At one point Spike takes the advantage and literally rips the antenna off a white Geo Metro and whips Thor with it. Thor’s face is wrenching with every blow.

 

Thor catches Spike’s hand on one of the blows and squeezes as hard as he possibly can, causing Jenkins to release the dangerous weapon. These two warriors, bloodied and broken, now have the fight of their lives right in the middle of a highway with headlights blazing and horns blaring. Thor gets his wits about him and whips Thor into the cement median, sending him flipping over the top of it. Thor follows, allowing the south bound lane to free up and the two wresters now block the paths of the north bound passengers.

 

Edwin: This is bloody insane!

 

Axis: How these two men are still standing is beyond me.

 

King: They hate each other, that’s how!

 

Jenkins is slow to stand, but quicker than he should be able to. It is clear that he caught much of the blow of the unforgiving concrete with his legs. Thor steps over the median easily and delivers a forearm to the back of Spike, Thor then attempts to whip Jenkins into the front of a semi truck with its horn blaring, but Jenkins reverses the momentum and sends Thor’s seven foot frame into the grill of the Mac. A nearby car full of teenagers are eating up the action and are hooting and hollering in support of Thor.

 

Jenkins walks over to the car and threatens the kids to stop their cheering but they simply taunt him and out of nowhere a beer bottle flies out from the backseat and smacks Jenkins upside the head. He turns and shoots a cold glare at the car full of excited adolescents and then turns around only to catch a big boot from Thor, sending him to the ground. Thor walks over to the car full of teens and gives them all high fives for their support.

 

King: Damned meddlesome fans!

 

Edwin: Meddlesome or not, they are certainly helping out Thor.

 

The Thunder God walks back to his opponent and bends over to pick him up. Jenkins gives Thor a low blow, causing him to stagger around while holding Asgardian family jewels, and allowing Jenkins to gain the upper hand. Spike Jenkins turns Thor around and puts Thor’s arm behind Jenkins’ neck. He then tries to lift him up for The Highlighter, but he can’t quite do it. He tries again, but to no avail, Thor just wont go down. He tries gain but this time Thor leans down and grabs Jenkins by his tights and lifts “Hollywood” up in the air.

 

Instead of suplexing him, he holds him in the air as he walks and he then turns and drops him chest first on the concrete median, and a snapping sound is heard omitting from Jenkins body. Without wasting any time, Thor grabs Jenkins off the median and decides it is over. He tucks Jenkins head between his legs and flips up his legs, he drops Thor brutally head first on the concrete with his Ragnarok piledriver. It truly must seem as if it was the end of the world for Spike as Thor makes the cover.

 

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King: KICK OUT!!

 

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The ref says into his head set that Thor wins the match. Back at the arena the bell rings and the crowd explodes in cheers as they have been watching the action on the SmarkTron. On the highway the referee holds up Thor’s hand in victory and the people in their cars who have been watching the action are actually leaning out their windows clapping for Thor. Thor, the referee, and the cameraman all begin the long walk back to the arena as Spike Jenkins slowly inches his way off the freeway in response to beeping horns and revving engines.

 

Axis: That was one HELL of a match! We saw these two wrestlers fight all over the place, in the ring, backstage, in the parking lot, in the 7-11, in the woods, in the river, on the freeway! These two men gave it their all in a grudge match that will go down in history.

 

Edwin: There was no belt at stake but these two men were fighting for something just a little more valuable.

 

King: Women?

 

Edwin: No.

 

King: Money?

 

Edwin: No.

 

King: A lifetime supply of chocolate pudding?

 

Edwin: No... What? No. These two grapplers were fighting for their honor King, something you would know very little about. The Thunder God emerged victorious in this bout and has secured his place among the main eventers here in the SJL.

 

Axis: Stay tuned, cause up next is World champion “The Franchise” Mak Francis, taking on Mike Van Siclen for the gold! Its sWo vs. sWo coming up next!

 

The camera closes with a shot of Jenkins lying on the concrete bleeding out the nose and holding his ribs.

[Guest crusen86]

The camera pans the audience giving them each their five seconds of fame as SJL Crimson comes into the homes of viewer live from The Wrestling Palace, in Atlanta, GA! Today’s Wfer to be shilled is once again “The Superior One” Tom Flesher as he might not know it but he gave me the idea for this match. So Tom you’ll get the same shilling as last week! HUZZAH!

 

“Superiority = RATINGZ~!”, “Best Heat Getter In The Business”, “Nothing can Bust Taamo’s ego”, “Put you on your back faster than Funneling Tequila = Best shirt tag EVER” and finally “Double Champs rule just ask Mak Francis”. Finally the camera zooms in on the commentary booth with the best trio in the business…well SWF…well SJL…maybe…Axis, Edwin MacPhisto and the Suicide King.

 

“HELLOOOOOO…” Booms the voice of the big bad Aussie Axis. “…And welcome back to SJL Crimson live in The Wrestling Palace, Atlanta, Georgia!”

 

“How’d you do that Axis?” Asks an incredules Suicide King. “I think he borrow Mark’s mic…” Answers Edwin but King is quick with a come back. “It would have to be MARKS.”

 

“Yeah…so far we’ve seen the return of Jake Helmsley to active competition against Canadian Intelligence.”

 

“An unified European title match between Fugue, boy I love that kids grin, and Andrew Rickmen who has been on a personal quest for gold.”

 

“And a crazy falls count anywhere match that stemmed from Wrath’s main event swerve, where Spike Jenkins went about as “Hollywood” on these fans as he possibly could.”

 

“I say more power to him for realizing that these fans could do nothing for his career.” “Back when I was wrestling if I had to chose between the fans cheers and well…anything which do you think I’d chose?”

 

“Today we get to end the night on a high note as in a Smarks Junior League first ‘Amazin’ Mike Van Siclen, a JL staple that I always though had the potential, gets his first ever shot at the World Heavyweight title.”

 

“And after those harsh words from Francis spoken earlier today MVS has to be at his best to pry the title away.”

 

“How was what he said harsh? It was the goddamn truth.” “Mike Van Siclen was floundering in the middle of the pack with no direction and Mak saved his career by taking a chance on a vet that was going no where fast!”

 

“Mike just wanted to prove that he could do it on his own. To prove that he doesn’t need the sWo or Mak’s help and I applaud that…”

 

“But why the hell should he?” “He needed Mak’s help then and he’ll need it for the rest of his career. How dare he turn his back on the sWo?”

 

“It seems that the sWo turned their back on him more than anything after that scuffle with Matt Myers at the top of the show. Him and Van Siclen have beef because of some comments made by Mike to other sWo members and this title shot with Francis wasn’t doing too much to help the problem.”

 

“Bloody hell…I think Mak’s comments say all that needs to be said. Roll the footage.”

 

Early Today

 

[start clip]

 

“Well at least Myers finally did something right. He’s been a huge disappointment but even he knows when to cut loose dead weight. I brought in Spike and like I said a long time ago the sWo is one – two – three – four – five members strong…” Francis emphasizes this by raising each finger as he states the number. “…Mikey you think you’re ready for the big time. You think that your jobber ass can do it…beat me one on one for the World strap. You may think you’re amazing but you’re just not up to franchise level yet.”

 

[Freeze frame]

 

“His opinion of MVS was shocking and with Francis and Myers seemingly at ends could all those big egos in the sWo finally finish their reign of terror.”

 

“Shut up Axis!”

 

“Well Kingy, Mak also had this to say.”

 

“And boy did this hit home.”

 

[Restart clip]

 

“Huh? The same strategy I always use…dump him on his head and send him to concussion junction with a broken neck. Hmm…but actual I might have a surprise in store…wait…Are you suggesting that he’s anything but a joke?” Francis takes his attention off of Hardy still serene with his ice blue shades slightly concealing his eyes. “Mikey, I took you in when nobody else would waste time on you. Your leg was shot to hell after Flesher broke it. Your confidence was frail and your come back was feeble. Mikey, you were an apathetic and unmotivated waste of space. You lost to CIA, Fugue, the list goes on and quite frankly I threw you a bone and got you back into the SJL. And this is how you repay me.”

 

A pause…

 

“You don’t need my help?”

 

A laugh…

 

“Mikey, you’ll always need my help. You were always the guy that didn’t live up to his ability. The man they said COULD SOMEDAY be the best. Amazin Mike Van Siclen, limitless potential but no drive. I’ve fought through a broken hand, concussions and no rest. It’s called heart and after I pin you for the one two three, you go find some and then reapply for a shot at the best -”

 

[Freeze frame]

 

“You have to wonder what Francis has in store for Mike.”

 

“Well at least you know it’ll be good!”

 

“But to top it all off he ended with this. The gaull of that kid!”

 

[Restart Clip]

 

“I made you, I made Myers and I even made you Hardy.” Francis finished getting his point across goes back to his normal speech pattern. “I’m the mastermind that made this fed into what Chris Wilson wanted. We actually did it…we have created a stable in the image of the IGNWO! Who decimated the stable that stood up to every threat in the SJL…the sWo! Who has all the belts…the s-W-o! Who owns this show top to bottom…the S!…W!…Ohhhhh!”

 

“I should stop there but seriously…you really have no idea do you? I’m the Franchise and no selfish little prick is going to ruin my reign. I don’t care how much potential you have. I will win and you will lose…” Taking off his ice blue sunglasses Francis sneers and pauses for a few seconds eyes never wavering. The brown orbs look stone cold as he starts to speak composed as ever.

 

“And who the **** are you to tell me otherwise.”

 

[End clips]

 

“Strong words from Mak Francis in response to Mike’s statements at the top of the show. I think that this will be a hell of a match up be- ”

 

I…

 

Shut…

 

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Downnnnnnn...

 

 

“This contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the SMARKS JUNIOR LEAGUE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!!”

 

The lights go down all over the arena as the sounds of "Shut 'Em Down" by LL Cool J pulse throughout the arena. A lone blue spotlight shines down on the entrance ramp, where the Amazin’ One, MVS stands.

 

 

** BAP_BAP_BAP_BAP_BAP_BAP_BAP_BAP_BAAAAPPPPP!!!! **

 

 

The Pyros of Greatness, as they are so aptly named by MVS, go off as he quickly walks down to the ring. You can practically feel the energy he exudes as sporadic sections of fans start up an M-V-S chant.

 

“The challenger, making his way to ringside at 237 pounds…from Harrison, Illinois…everyone chants MVS but he is, Amazin’ MIIIKE VAAAAANNNNNN SICLEnnnnnnnnnn!”

 

And Mike Van Siclen slides into the ring, posing for his legions of fans. The SJL faithful cheer the guys energy level as he is almost visiably shocked at the response he’s received. Mike plays to the crowd a little more with a Shawn Michaels esque spin in the center of the ring and kneeling double bicep pose.

 

“And here he is Mike Van Siclen fresh off a big time win over CIA and Andrew Rickmen in Boston, Mass. A crazy match up appropriately named “Lost at Sea” on The USS Constitution!”

 

“This guys finally got the chance to prove he’s not just the talented grappler that’ll never get over the hump. The chance to prove that he is World Title material and realize his boy hood dream.”

 

“Mak’s gonna crush MVS confidence with a World Title defense and kill his boy hood dream. I swear this is gimmick infringement, but at least we’re moving up in the kliq. Last week it was Waltman, er…Lightening, er…1-2-3.” Axis just shakes hi head. “Ah I give up!”

 

[Whispered] ‘Are you Ready?’….

 

“Well here comes one pissed off World Champion for the second time…he’s been super intense since that World Title match with CIA.” Mentions Axis.

 

Blue and White strobe lights flash as the SMARKStron airs highlights of Mak Francis hitting the perfect kick on TNT. This is followed by a blue and white photonegative image of Mak Francis…

 

“Well I think it’s the pressure. Being World champ is really tough, as everyone seems to be gunning for him, even members of his own stable…well former members.”

 

[semi loud] ‘Are you Ready?’….

 

And a clip of his European Title 4 way match, and him forcing the Canadian Intelligence Agent to tap out, during a figure four-leg lock. This is once again followed by a blue and white photonegative image of Mak Francis…

 

[screamed] ‘CAUSE THE FRANCHISE HERE!’

 

Francis exits from behind the curtain to a massive amount of heat. Not surprisingly the Franchise has his SJL World Belt across his left shoulder as he stands on the ramp.

 

“And his opponent, making his way to ringside at 225 pounds…hailing from the city of brotherly hate…he is the SJL WORLD CHAMPION “THE FRANCHISE” MAAAAK FRANCCCIIISssssssssss!”

 

Francis makes his way to the ring walking slowly but with a purpose. The fans start up another MVS chant, which Mak ignores until he reaches the ring and enters. The Franchise walks right up into the face of Mike and the two men look each other in the eyes before referee Sexton Hardcastle comes over to retrieve the World Title – but Francis won’t let him take it.

 

“Hand me the belt Franchise!” demand Hardcastle.

 

But Mak completely ignores him. “You want my belt?” Is the phrase picked up by the ringside camera. The words are spoken calmly. Francis tosses his ice blue shades and stares him straight in the eyes. “Well this is as close as you’ll ever get to my belt Mikey.”

 

Hardcastle watches in anticipation as Siclen smirks and starts bouncing lightly on his feet.

 

“Your talk has always been cheap but you were right to delay giving the belt to him Mak.” Says Mike shaking out his arms and legs. “Hold it cradle it for as long as you can because this is the last time it’ll be on your shoulder. ”

 

 

 

 

And then suddenly he stops bouncing…

 

 

 

 

“And my talk definitely isn’t cheap!” adds MVS, eyes dancing in anticipation. Francis drops the belt off his shoulder and Sexton picks it up walking it over to a ring attendant and asking for the bell.

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

“Here we go sWo v sWo, champion versus challenger…”The Franchise” Mak Francis versus Amazin’ Mike Van Siclen!”

 

The crowd cheers’ as Mike is the first of the two wrestlers to attack with a right hand to the face of Francis. Then both men go at it trading right hands back and forth. Back and forth…right hand for Mike then one for Francis. And again, they go back and forth each getting in two blows. And AGAIN, trading rights until the crowd erupts in approval of Mike Van Siclen connecting with three consecutive strikes in a row! Emphasizing each with a loud stomp to the canvas!

 

“And an Irish whip from Van Siclen sends Francis to the ropes. The Franchsie dives off for a flying forearm – but MVS hits the mat ducking the shot and Francis eats canvas!”

 

“But Francis is back up quickly.” Adds Edwin to Axis’s early play-by-play comments.

 

Francis rises quickly back up to his feet running at Van Siclen. Mike pumped as ever latches his legs with Francis’s, tripping him up and causing him to hit the mat face first again. Mike is quickly on Francis as he looks at Francis taped left hand, which has never had the proper 6 to 8 weeks to heal up and stomps the heel of his boot down grinding it on the Franchise hand.

 

“Ah FUCK!” Gets picked up by the TV cameras as Francis rolls away protecting his hand. “Mike going back to that injured hand that Mak has been protecting since the Triple threat World Title match. He can’t take time off for surgery or he’d have to give up the title and he’s too proud to do that.”

 

“And that hand caused him to lessen his involvement in the six man tag.”

 

Mak finally gets to the corner and stares up at Van Siclen who stands in the center of the ring motioning for Francis to bring it on. The Franchise gets up and lunges forward dashing at the Amazin’ One who is up on his feet still egging him on his energy causing the crowd to pop – but as Francis looks for a right handed strike of some kind Mike interlocks his left arm with Francis’s and yanks him to the mat with a deep arm drag. Mak gets back up and lunges again only to receive the same treatment but this time Mike snitches in an arm bar. Van Siclen, with Francis’s left arm secure uses his own left hand to pry at the two taped together fingers.

 

“Mike with two arm drags, an arm bar and a little something extra for Mak’s personal enjoyment I’m sure!”

 

“Mak is just waiting for a good chance to counter. Mike’s got all this pent up energy from not getting any lately.” Chimes in Suicide King. “I think you meant his first title shot.”

 

“Yeah I meant what I said, but that too.”

 

Francis fights his way up to his feet, causing MVS to lessen the pressure on his shoulder but not his hand. Van Siclen gets one more good wrench in on the fingers before Francis gets in a solid right hand to the gut, stunning Mike. The Franchise uses the little time he’s gained and the fact that Mike released his grip to reverse the arm bar into a hammerlock. MVS is shocked as Francis pushes Mike’s left up and into his back with his left hand. Mike tries to find a route of escape quickly attempting a back elbow, which misses, and reaching in between his leg but he comes up empty. Francis on the other hand lifts him up into the air for a backdrop suplex – but his left hand loses its grip and Mike swings his own up and around Francis’s neck. The tables are turned as Francis is the one with his back on the mat after MVS falls forward dragging him over and down with a jumping headlock takedown counter.

 

“Francis couldn’t hold onto that hammerlock, but my question is why did he use the left hand instead of the right. That way he could’ve been sure he’d maintain the hammerlock.”

 

“Well Axis, Eddie Mac’s wrestling fact of the day is that Mak knew he couldn’t lift the heavier Mike Van Siclen up for the backdrop suplex unless he used his uninjured right arm.” And a light bulb, well not really but you get the point, appears over Axis’s head. “OH so he took the chance that he could take the pain and hit the move!”

 

“You both need to shut up! Think about the TV audience and MARK.”

 

“Uh…you lost me with that one Kingy…”

 

“Well you’re just like MARK anyways!”

 

Francis gets up and gets knocked back down with a big time haymaker from an already standing Van Siclen. Francis hits that mat and gets up to another haymaker. Francis tries to get up but is a little woozy from the two straight knockdowns shots. Mike takes advantage and goes for a corner whip gripping the Franchise’s injured hand.

 

“Ahhhhhh!” screams Francis from the pain in his hand as MVS is down on all fours. “Mike musta’ had a little extra oomph in his whip because of the adrenaline flow.” States Axis as Francis hits the corner HARD, harder than maybe even MVS intended and flips upside down, off to the side and over the top rope, onto the apron still dizzy as all hell. This gives MVS the chance to get up from all fours of the ground and sprint to the turnbuckle, spring boarding off the second one and catapulting Francis to the mat outside.

 

“What a Springboard Dropkick by MVS who has really been taking it to the Franchise early in this match.”

 

“But what happens when the adrenaline wears off, Mike is tired and on his last legs trying to finish Mak off. My bet is that he’ll collapse under the pressure of the situation.”

 

“This is his big chance and if Francis keeps getting beat to the punch there won’t even be a situation like your talking about.”

 

“Well even though I don’t particularly like Mak I know he’ll step up his game and rise to the occasion.”

 

“That we all agree on Edwin, right King.”

 

** ONE ** shouts Hardcastle as King nods his head and – ** TWO ** - MVS goes through the ropes and waits for Francis, who is just getting to his knees. MVS takes this opportunity to - ** THREE ** - hit a double axe handle stunning the Franchise. Mike quickly goes after Francis and brings him up to his feet with a front face lock and snaps him over quickly in a suplex. Hardcastle utters ** FOUR ** and Francis arches his back in pain as he gets dragged up to his feet again. This time Van Siclen looks to be going for a different move as he starts turn extending his arm out over Francis’s head.

 

“Mike going for the Code Red on the outside and that’s what the EMT’s will be saying if he hits this move!”

 

…

 

But Francis lifts up with his one good hand and spins one hundred and eighty degrees hanging MVS over the metal guardrail with a hot shot. MVS bounces up and turns around, the cold metal making a clang after it briefly chokes him. Francis quickly grabs him by the shoulder, setting Mike’s chin over his own shoulder and drops down hitting a kneeling shoulder jawbreaker that further stuns Mike Van Siclen.

 

“A Stun Gun, jawbreaker combination has swung the momentum in Francis’s favor on the outside. Let’s see if the same holds true in the ring.”

 

Francis grips Mike and tosses him back into the ring at the count of ** SEVEN ** and rolls in on ** EIGHT ** after playing to the crowd getting a fair amount of boos.

 

“Well here’s that rising to the occasion you were talking about Edwin.” States Suicide King.

 

Francis goes right to Mike and stands him up facing him towards the ropes and nails him with a kidney punch after rolling into the ring. Francis immediately links that into a side Russian leg sweep and goes for the cover.

 

One

 

Two

 

“And a kick out just after two by MVS.”

 

“Francis now in complete control.”

 

Mak picks Mike up again and surprisingly goes right to work on Mike Van Siclen with a stiff shin kick to the left leg Then as quickly as he can the Franchise delivers another stiff kick and ANOTHER STIFF KICK to the leg causing MVS to hit the mat.

 

“Damnnnn…”

 

MVS gets up hobbled some by the kicks when he gets taking down to the mat with a cruel chop block to the back of that left leg!

 

“Francis is going football practice at Mike’s leg!”

 

“Well it’s always good to ground a high flyer but it’s strange that Mak went away from the shoulder or neck that he’s been working on.”

 

“Well we haven’t seen a figure four in awhile so maybe he’s going for that to wear Mike down. Then he’ll get back to the neck or shoulder. After all Mike was moving to fast for Francis to keep up in the beginning.”

 

Francis picks MVS up again and hits YET ANOTHER SHIN KICK and as Mike is hunched against Francis in pain. But this time instead of kicking again Mak looks to toss him overhead with a belly-to-belly suplex…

 

…

 

 

Which gets counter by Van Siclen into a Sitout Jawbreaker…and that gets linked into a Double Leg takedown, followed by a head BUTT low to finish up the Wishbone – but Francis counters with a closed fist to the mouth staggering MVS and knocking his head backwards and him to the mat.

 

“Francis scouted the Sitout Jawbreaker linked into the Double Leg Wishbone and has countered the MVS’s Belly-to-belly counter!”

 

Mak lies on the mat catching his breath while MVS tries to get up and can’t do it. He gets to one knee and his left leg starts giving him trouble. Francis on the other hand gets up and taunts MVS a little.

 

“Look at that MVS can’t get up because of the attacks at his leg. Francis was going to use it as a stall tactic to catch his breath and slow the pace down a bit. And now Mak is on him quickly picking him up to his vertical base – and he lifts Van Siclen up into a Fireman’s Carry!”

 

…

 

 

But Mike slides off his shoulders grabbing at his left hand. He hits the mat with both legs but toughs through it and stays standing, wrapping Francis left arm around his neck and dropping him to the mat!

 

 

“The Death Valley Bomb countered into Blackjack Neckbreaker from MVS!! He goes for the cover!!”

 

ONE

 

 

“That’s a HUGE move for Mike!”

 

TWO

 

“SHUT UP EDWIN! KICK OUT MAK!”

 

 

THR-

 

“And a kick out from Francis!” Exclaims Axis. “Mike gets up to his feet feeding off the energy of the crowd as he drags Francis to his feet. Iriish whip to the Franchise – countered by MVS who is moving slower that usual. Francis telligraphs the back body drop giving Mike the chance to lock on a front facelock. He twists to the side looking for Code Red again – but Francis pusses him of and back into the ropes. Van Siclen comes back and this time ducks a clothesline skidding to a stop…”

 

…

 

He kicks Francis in the gut with his right foot and snitches in the front facelock nailing the Russian Roulette but his leg feeling the pain of his fast stop. He goes for the cover once again face grimacing in pain!

 

“Russian Roulette! Two of his high impact signature moves in a row!”

 

ONE!

 

“This could be it!”

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

THREE

 

“No he got the shoulder up! Francis got a shoulder off the canvas!”

 

“Yes Mak will never give up!”

 

Miek looks visably flustered as he stomps on Francis’s hand for go measure getting another rise out of the crowd. He waves both hands in the air signaling that it’s all over Scott Hall style!

 

“Mike tired of all this hobbles his way over to the top rope and briefly climbs outside before going up top! Could he be going for the Shooting Star Frog Splash! Siclen’s Gambit even with the hurt knee!!!”

 

“Took too much time…” Chimes in Suicide King at the last second as Mike dives off the top rope spinning in mid air and pumping his legs all at the same time. He comes down…

 

…

 

 

 

down…

 

 

…

 

 

Down…

 

…

 

 

DOWN…

 

…

 

Onto the mat with no Mak Francis to hit as he rolled out of the way banging his left leg onto the canvas.

 

“Dear Bloody God, he missed and landed right on that leg.”

 

“Yes, Mak should just go for the figure four right now!”

 

Francis gets to his feet taunting MVS and the crowd my pointing to his head and picks his opponent up to his feet. And goes for a back waist lock adding on a hammerlock. “Francis looking to drop Mike right on his head!”

 

“Well I guess when Mak said he wanted to break his neck he meant it!” Quips The Suicide King. “Gotta love those hammerlock German’s. IT’S NECK BREAKING TIME!”

 

But Mike gains a second wind out of nowhere and reverses with a standing switch. “Now MVS is in control and must be looking for a viscous German Suplex MVS style – but Francis counters hooking his ankle around Mike’s left leg and rolling through…ending up in an ankle lock which he quickly switches into a Single leg crab!”

 

“What do ya say MVS!”

 

Mike doesn’t say anything except grimace in pain as he claws his way to the bottom rope. Francis tries to hold his ground but the screaming fans and Mike tough will are too much.

 

“MIKE VAN SICLEN MAKES IT TO THE ROPES BAD LEFT LEG AND ALL!”

 

“Okay Axis chill…”

 

Francis releases the hold and back s away as Mike pulls himself up to his feet. He slowly walks out to the center of the ring and he and Francis have a stare down~!

 

“The suspense is - ”

 

And just like the beginning of this match Mike and Mak trade multiple right hands right when suddenly Mak makes the adrenaline filled mistake of swinging with his left hand! Mike catches it squeezes causing Francis to almost drop to his knees in pain. The crowd pops like mad as MVS doesn’t let up almost getting the Franchise down to one knee until…

 

** Thawhap **

 

“Another of those vile shins kicks from Francis!”

 

But the Amazin’ One doesn’t let go. Instead he increases the pressure!

 

Francis kicks ** Thawhap! ** and ** ARGH ** goes Mike but he squeezes harder! Francis kicks once ** Thawhap!! **, twice ** THAWAP!! **, ** SHIT ** screams Mike until he grabs Mak’s left wrist with his left hand and pulls at the fingers with his right!

 

** MOTHERFUCKER!!! **

 

And with all this pain going through his hand Mak hits the biggest kick so far.

 

** THAWAAAAAAP!!! **

 

“DAMN” goes the crowd as Mike lays on the mat clutching his leg. Francis then makes sure to drag Mike back into the center of the ring going for the Figure four leg lock but MVS kicks him in the ass sending him barreling into the corner squashing referee Sexton Hardcastle who was by the turnbuckle yelling at someone in the audience from in front of turnbuckle pad or corner if you will. Francis staggers out of the corner half out from bumping heads with the now down Sexton Hardcastle. Mak does a quick hand signal while the crowd starts up a monsterous chant. “MVS”, “MVS”, “MVS” over and over again and out of nowhere Mike Van Siclen kips up!!!!

 

“And Mike Van Siclen is up to his feet adrenaline flowing through his system. It must be the only thing keeping him up on that bad wheel.”

 

“With what has happened to that leg how can he do that?”

 

“He’s doing it all for these fans and the Smarks Junior League Title! He wants to be number one so bad that he’ll walk through hell on an almost broken leg!”

 

“DAMMIT MARKS SHUT UP! TURN AROUND MAK!”

 

Which Mak does as Suicide King states it but Mike quickly moves to the side of a turning Francis locking in a standing crossface!!

 

“He’s going for the Crossface Halo!!”

 

“Yes but look who is here to save the day!”

 

And suddenly Matt Myers takes his cue jumps the guardrail grabbing the World Title from the ring attendant. Hardcastles still down and doesn’t look to be getting up as Myers slides into the ring and levels the belt with Mike’s head – but Van Siclen sees him out of the corner of his eye and releases the crossface.

 

“Not again! For the love of god not again!”

 

Mak for the second time in two weeks looks like a deer caught in the headlights and goes down hard to a shot from his own world title. Myers just looks on for a second comtemplating his mistake and then…rolls out of the rings leaving the belt on the mat.

 

“What the hell just happened? He missed his target shouldn’t he be after MVS now or…did he mean to hit Francis.”

 

“It looks like he just doesn’t care who the hell he hit as long as he got one of them.”

 

“What the hell is going on? I don’t believe this…Myers is leaving Francis dead in the middle of the ring.”

 

Mike drops and covers…

 

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W

 

O

 

 

T

 

 

H

 

 

R

 

 

E

 

 

E!

 

 

 

 

THREE?!

 

“FOUR?” counts the crowd as for the second time in a World title defense the referee has been knocked out.

 

“YES! Shades off CIA v MAK when the referee was knocked out! This is an omen Mak’s going to win it!”

 

And suddenly Hardcastle bangs a hand on the mat!!!!

 

O - N - E!

 

 

 

 

T - W - O!

 

 

 

 

 

T-

H-

R-

E-

E!

 

 

 

Could it really be?

 

The crowd cheers…

 

Everybody both alive and dead cheer…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Except for MVS and Hardcastle as a loud “TWO” is heard!

Then the crowd goes silent…

 

 

 

 

 

“NO FRANCIS KICKS OUT! BAH GOD HE JUST WON’T DIE DAMMIT!”

 

“Bloody unbelievable!”

 

“Evil shall always beat good, it’s the first rule of my guide to being a heel. 'Heel Tactics For Dummies' it will make you a Franchise TOO!”

 

Van Siclen just can’t believe it as he gets to his feet. He picks up the now bloody Francis as Matt walks up the ramp and to the back. Francis is on dream-street after the belt shot by Mike goes for an Irish whip…

 

…

 

Short arms him back…

 

…

 

Picks him up onto his shoulders for the spiked back body drop from his Alabama Slam position and drops to the mat…

 

 

 

…

 

 

 

 

 

 

CLUTCHING HIS LEFT LEG IN PAIN!!!

 

He falls backward to the mat releasing Francis before he can drop him on his head. Francis hits the mat with his back and looks up at the lights while the crowd boos Francis’s luck and chants for MVS to get back to his feet. The Franchise is worn out and bloodied but he still has enough in him to get up and over to Mike’s legs…

 

…

 

Pretzels them in the shape of a FOUR!!!

 

…

 

AND TURN OVER INTO A FIGURE FOUR & HALF CRAB KNOWN TO ALL AS THE TEXAS CLOVERLEAF! OR IT COULD EVEN BE SOMETIMES CALLED THE SUPERIOR STRETCH!!!!!

 

“OH MY GOD! Francis has put MVS in the move that The Superior One Tom Flesher used to BREAK HIS LEG SO MANY MONTHS AGO!”

 

“Jesus, Danny Williams was able to pick up a win on him a few months ago with the same move.”

 

“Mak’s such a student of the game! Only he could think of this punishing a way to make Mike Van Siclen lose his first World Title match!!” Laughs King. “And I love it!!!”

 

“But look at Mak’s hand it’s shaking the pain in his hand may be too much for him to hold on!”

 

MVS with the crowd rallying behind him he claws towards the ropes. He’s almost there but at the last second the Franchise drags him back to the middle of the ring, ignoring the throbbing in his hand. The crowd deflates like a blow up doll as Mike just cries out in pain, remembering the feeling of a leg snapping in two. He tries once more and Francis cries out for Hardcastle to ask him again and he does. Francis stuggers to keep it snitched in but Mike doesn’t submit and makes his way to the ropes inching closer and closer feeling his rehabilitated leg about to snap and…

 

 

 

…

 

 

 

MAKES IT TO THE ROPES WITH ONE HAND FULLY EXTENDED!!!!

 

“YES HE’S DONE IT AGAIN”

 

The crowd goes nuts and Francis is irate as Hardcastle asks for a break but Francis doesn’t give it to him and tugs at Mike to pull him back to the center of the ring! He can only do it with his right hand as the left one is completely numb!!

 

Hardcastle counts as Mike can only try to hold on with his one hand.

 

** ONE **

 

Francis pulls with his one good arm, lucky that Mike is too weak in the legs now to jus kick his way out of the Texas Cloverleaf.

“If MVS can hold out to the count of five Francis must release the hold.”

 

** TWO **

 

“Come on MAK PULL!”

 

** THR-

 

And just like that Hardcastle is interrupted by the screams of Mike Van Siclen as Francis drags him back to the middle of the ring with only one hand. You can almost hear the bone about to snap as Mike tap the ground once twice thrice and Hardcastle is forced to ask for the bell.

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

“The winner of this match and STILL your SJL World Heavyweight Champion… “THE FRANCHISE” MAAAK FRAAANNNCCCCISssssssss!”

 

“What a match up here tonight with Francis getting the submission from the same move that broke Mike’s leg so long ago. Francis hand was really hurt but he was able to take the pain just enough to hold onto the Superior Stretch!”

 

“It was a match filled with counters and all kinds of craziness. Did Myers actually hit Francis on purpose and does that mean the end of the sWo!”

 

“Well, Mak Francis keeps the title for one more day but Mike Van Siclen has proven to everybody just how good he can be…”

 

“Well for Edwin and King I’m Axis good night from The Wrestling Palace, Atlanta, Georgia!”

 

Wait don’t forget to buy my book in stores every-” And King gets cut of as the screen goes to black and the SJL logo is in the bottom right hand of the screen.

[Guest crusen86]

In the opening promo, Matt Myers beats up MVS after some reflection and markup abuse. Ouch.

 

SINGLES MATCH

Chris Canuck vs. Ironman

No contest, from Chris, as he leaves before he joins. Looks like Ironman's gone until the little Ironmen arrive.

 

Meanwhile, Mak runs MVS into the ground.

 

SINGLES MATCH

C.I.A. vs. Jake Helmsley

CIA makes Jake tap.

 

Thor attempts English...

 

EUROPEAN TITLE MATCH

Fugue © vs. Insane Luchador

Fugue makes IL tap to keep his title. By Default.

 

Kamikaze rambles...

 

FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MATCH

Thor vs. Spike Jenkins

This match, I do not yet have.

 

WORLD TITLE MATCH

Mak Francis © vs. Mike Van Siclen

Mak Francis makes MVS tap, keeping his title, despite Matt's swerveing. What is this, the tapping edition?

 

Pretty solid show people when you consider the numbers. r0x0r.