SJL Wrath, August 27th

August 28, 2002

SJL Wrath

Venue: Southfield Civic Center in Southfield, Michigan

Singles Match

Leon Sharpe vs. Blank

- No, don’t be fooled. That’s not “blank” as in ???, but “blank” as in the newest member of the SJL family, Blank. And since he’s new, we’ll take it a wee bit easy on him and put him up against our other newest member, Leon Sharpe. New people rock!!

- Word Limit: 3500

- Send to Tod deKindes

Singles Match

Flexxx vs. Kamikaze

- I do believe that Flexxx is back in this hizzouse bitches! His first test is against the still relatively new Kamikaze. A win over Flexxx could skyrocket Kaze’s career…but Flexxx is a tough competitor. Will ring rust set in on the former Funkmasta?? Find out on Tuesday.

- Word Limit: 4000

- Send to crusen86

#1 Contendership to the SJL European Title

Matt Myers vs. “Hollywood” Spike Jenkins

- Erm, Matt defeated Fugue, and now, if he wants to get a shot at the Euro title, he'll have to go through Spike.

- Word Limit: 4500

- Send to Longdogger_Pete

Singles Match

Manson vs. Jacob Helmsley

- This looks like a fun match. Helmsley is coming off a huge win over the Insane Luchadore Andrew Rickmen, and the pipe wielding veteran should be in line for a world title shot somewhere down the line. But first, he needs to show that he can still cut it here in the SJL and that he is dependable. It starts with a showdown with Manson. In other words, there’s only like 10 people available for this show…so this is what you get.

- Word Limit: 4500

- Send to Suicide King

MAIN EVENT

2 Out of 3 Falls For The SJL World Heavyweight Title

Mak Francis© vs. Thor

- A very shady ending to a wild match allowed Thor to defeat MVS and CIA to earn the #1 contendership to the world title, despite counting the fall himself. If plans to be world champion, he’s going to have to defeat our champion in a brutal 2 out of 3 falls match. Can you say ratings??

- Word Limit: 7000

- Send to Edwin MacPhisto

August 28, 2002

Ben Hardy stands in the backstage bowels of the Southfield Civic Center. Hardy stares at the TV camera when after prompting from Gus, the little red light blinks to life.

“I’m here with…” Ben Hardy looks to Francis and after an intimidating stare he begins to speak. The greatest SJL Heavyweight Champion of all time…I can’t believe I’m saying this…"The Franchise” Mak Francis and you have to wonder Mak can you beat the imposing monster that is Thor.”

To his left stands the six foot two, two hundred and twenty five pound frame of the self proclaim Franchise and SJL World Heavyweight Champion Mak Francis. Francis is nowhere near dressed for combat in his wheat timberlands, blue jeans, ice blue shades™ and a Michigan State University hoody. Hardy brings the mic away from his lips and in position for Francis to speak.

“I’m finally back in Michigan. Birthplace of my college career…where I single handedly carried MSU to a National championship…twice.” Francis poses with his index and middle finger extended and then he calmly turns towards Hardy looking at him like he has a second head, similar to that thing in the Mike’s Hard Lemonade and Ice Tea commercials. “And did you just ask me COULD I beat Thor? I’ve beaten Thor on numerous occasions. And I’ve pinned him a couple of times too…heh…but the real question you meant to ask is…is Thor worthy?”

“I guess…I would have to assume yes he is…” Hardy waits for his normal beating but surprisingly it doesn’t come so he continues. “…uh…as he defeated CIA and MVS in a three way for this chance at becoming the World Champion.”

Francis turns away from Hardy and just shakes his head. “Thor I’ll tell you here and now…you’re not worthy.” His eyes are hidden from view but you can feel his brown eyes glaring into the screen as he pats the belt slung over his left shoulder. “If you were worthy of touching this, except for having it plowed into your head, I would have counted the three for you. You had to attack me…knock me unconscious…to win.”

“You’re not worthy and I’ll prove that tonight. I don’t care what you think you are. Comic book reject or God of Thunder, you’re just not on Franchise level.”

Francis smiles…

“Thor do you want to know why I challenged you to a two outta’ three falls match. Are you sure? Are you ready to hear this?”

And laughs…

“Matt said it and it’s the first intelligent thing he’s said in a while. He thinks he can tell me anything, well he’s dead wrong. But I’m getting off topic right Hardy.” Ben just nods his head in agreement thanking his lucky stars that Mak isn’t beating him senseless. “It’s true I could end your career. Hell I am your career. So, in the first fall I’m going to pin you for the one two three!”

But his laugh turns back into a smile…

“And then in the second fall I’m going to make you tap out like the big bitch you are. I will snap your leg in two. Ask Mikey how it feels.”

Francis chuckles at the though of Mike crying out as his leg almost breaks in half. “But if by some referee miscall in your favor during one of those two falls, cause lets face it you’ll never get a legit pin fall over me, you win once you would get the chance to feel your first Franchise Tag. Sure you got a double Fisherman’s buster but it’s not the same as your first time feeling me drop you on your head all by my lonesome. And trust me when I say you’ll get your ticket punched your ass is on the way to concussion junction!”

Which parleys into a smirk…

“I know what you’re think Thor. You’re a little afraid but you think you can step up into the big time. You really think you can kick out of my finisher, don’t you. I dare you to kick out of my Franchise Tag. Don’t tell me you think you actually can kick out. Do you think that you can really win my heavyweight strap?”

“Uh…Mak…”

“You’ve been riding my coattails for the past three months. Hardy, I’ve been Thor’s gravy train and he latched onto me ever since he’s been in this company!”

“What do you mean by all this Mak?”

And just that quickly he shows no emotion…

“I’ll explain that right now Hardy…” States Francis with a piercing gaze that goes back to the camera after causing a stunned Ben Hardy to shut up. “I made you what you are today Thor. You were nothing but a wannabe until you faced me. You were nothing until you beat me for the TV title. You need me…you’ll always need me. I single handedly made your career and you think that it’s anything for me to knock you back down to where you belong.”

“Mikey now knows he needs me but you…you really have no idea do you? I’m the Franchise and nobody can ruin my reign. I don’t care what you are or think you are but the free ride to the top ends here. I will win and you will lose…” Taking off his already trademarked ice blue sunglasses™ Francis says the next phrase with his contempt clearly evident.

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

And Francis stalks off towards his locker room and the camera shifts as Ben Hardy just looks on with a quizzical expression.

Then the camera fades to black.

August 28, 2002

Axis-“Good evening ladies and gentlemen I’ll be the number one host for this broadcast and I hope you enjoy!”

King-”Maybe if number one meant the worst..”*he laughs at his own joke*

Edwin-“Alright you two enough flittering...Lets get ready too see two rookies clash in the squared circle.”

Axis-“who is the first one again?”

King-”Well its kind of hard to say but I think he goes by Blank as in what I just said but spelled out?”

Edwin-”Indeed he does...”

Stick ‘em Up by Quarashi begins blaring across the Southfield Civic Center.

<b>Wha Wha Wha Hit it!</b>the music explodes with Blank shooting out from the back on his skateboard. He rolls quickly to the ring before performing an Ollie and leaping off his board onto the apron. He turns around looking at all of the people that have gathered in attendance for tonight's events. He then proceeds to back flip over the top rope and into the ring where he raises his hands.

Edwin-”Well ah certainly different I suppose?”

King-”Another foolish kid if you ask me..”

Axis-”So far so good lets see number two now..”

The lights dim and then "Something bad is gonna happen" by Fenix TX starts to play. A few fans cheer unsure of either of the two so far not hearing or seeing much of either yet. Leon shows his face finally coming on out onto the camera’s view he proceeds to walk the isle not acknowledging the fans really at all. He comes to the ring finally looking in at the way smaller in size Blank...Sharpe Raises his hands before proceeding to laugh and mock the skate ninja waiting in the ring.

Edwin-“Well um the scale sort of is all sitting on one side..”

King-“Yeah and its not your big fat body tipping it over this time...”

Axis-”This should be over faster then the entrances took..”

Blank suddenly darts from the center of the ring and attempts a suicide dive through the middle ropes flying towards Leon. Sharpe actually notices the youth daredevil and side steps the flying man sending him into the isle way ramp hitting hard Blank’s body slowly tries to hurry and pull himself up.

Axis-”....”

King-”So has the big guy won yet?”

Leon proceeds to pick Blank up of the ground while raising one of his hands in the air he throws and rolls the red dragoned man back into the ring. Blank quickly spring to his feet as Sharpe comes in through the ropes Blank quickly releases a furious custom combo onto his enemy: A shin kick, a rib kick, a spin kick to the head, and followed up by a spinning in air splits kick. Leon tumbles back slightly falling against the ropes. Blank then quickly rushes at the man with a fast punch that is caught almost too easily.

Edwin-”Looks like his luck just ran out?”

King-”Luck? I didn’t think he had any judging by his opponent”

Sharpe irish whips Blank across the ring in the ropes from across. Leon then catches his man with viciously place power slam down hard onto the canvas. Blank’s back arches up in intense pain as the big man proceeds to go in for a few kicks before the ref has to push him back giving Blank a chance at breathing. As Blank gets to his knees Sharpe rushes at him with the red still trying to push him back Blank slips in a hidden low blow upper cut between the legs. Leon falls too his knees in pain and at the same time Blanks springs back in the ropes behind him before running at Sharpe deliver a drop kick to the face.

Axis-”Is that even possible for him to be doing that good?”

Edwin-”Not really talented if you have to cheat like that..”

Leon lays face down on the mat still hurting from the low blow. Blank then proceeds to get up on the middle ropes in the corner raising his hands to the fans smiling big. The crowd finally has a reason to get into this whole thing begins booing the man with no name.

King-”That may not be good idea too do there now..especially when there is a big nasty killer standing behind you.”

Blank comes on down from the turnbuckles turning around to be caught by very angry Sharpe and the Blank man is caught by the throat and dragged into the center of the ring where Leon choke slams the little guy down to hell.

Axis-”Shouldn’t that have been censored?”

Leon the quickly drops down going for the pin.

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No Blank manages a kick out at the last second and Leon can’t believe asking the ref what the count was before dragging Blank up by his hair and thrusting a big ‘ol knee right into his gut a few times before he has his man deep into the corner. Sharpe whips Blank right out of the corner heading into the other where the force of impact in the turnbuckle knocks Blank right down onto his face thriving in pain. Sharp walks quickly over to where Blank is getting up on the second rope he raises his hands before flying slightly down and onto Blank with a ruthless elbow drop onto his spine.

King-”That can’t be good for his career..”

Edwin-”That can’t be good for anyone..”

Blank is ripped of the mat once again by his hair as Leon then shoots him across the ring into the ropes before Blank crashes face first into a gigantically huge in proportion to his head big boot to the face knocking him straight down onto the mat covering his face holding it in deep pain Blank can’t go on much longer as Sharpe heads down for the pin once more hooking the leg this time. The ref runs over dropping to the ground.

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Edwin-”No another kick out?”

Axis-”This kid needs to just stay down...”

King-”Well I guess you can only be impressed with Leon right about now seeing that Blank is about to be killed.”

Leon gets up off of Blank before laying down some powerhouse like kicks into Blanks chest almost breaking some ribs. Sharpe drops down delivering an elbow to the heart before he goes for the pin once more.

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No another kick out for one of the two newcomers in the ring. Sharpe can’t believe that he hasn’t put his man away yet as he lifts Blank up off the mat once more. As Blank rises being held by the air.. Sploosh!

King-”The red mist!!!! He just shot the red mist into the eye of Sharpe”

Axis-”Good idea for now..It just might make Leon a whole lot madder if you ask me.”

Sharpe tumbles back in the corner rubbing at his eyes trying to get clean while Blank rests in the opposite corner trying to regroup himself.

Edwin-”Looks like the mist evened things out?”

Leon gets his eyes back into focus and go rushing at Blank wildly running right into the turnbuckles as Blank raised up into a hand stand on the top turnbuckle he brought his legs down around Leon and uses his legs strength to drag Sharpe down to the mat. He springs up using a lot of energy before using another combo attack consisting of a standing moon sault followed up quickly with a flipping senton drop onto Leon’s Stomach.

King-”hmmm could that be a enough?”

Blanks quickly rolls over out of the senton splash and goes for the cover on the big man.

The ref counts...

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No kick out and Sharpe throw Blanks up and off of him almost across the ring as well. Both men then quickly rise to their feet facing each other. Rushes quickly at Sharpe going for a flying cross body except he is caught and dropped down hard onto Sharpe’s knee into a back breaker. Leon then moves his hand across his neck signaling the end of the match.

King-”Well its been nice Blank...”

Axis-”This thing still going on?”

Edwin-”Leon call’s this the Silver Bullet”

Leon picks Blank up right into a easily held gorilla press where he almost walks around the ring with him above his head laughing and smiling while doing so. He the goes to drop him only Blank floats around right behind him and locks down the RED DRAGON SLEEPER!

Axis-*his eyes grow wide*”that little fella might do it...”

Blank has the dragon sleeper locked in good right in the middle of the ring and holding strong. Leon struggles trying to grab the out of reach ropes but can’t seem to get at them. The ref picks his arm up once...

1 limp...

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3...Leon’s arm rises as he uses all of his strength to grab a hold of Blank and gets him into a tombstone pile driver after all driving him into the ground and both men lay not moving now.

The ref begins his standard ten count...

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Blank gets to the ropes trying help himself up to his feet while Leon is just about there thanks to the ropes as well.

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They are both up and go at each other locking up in the center Leon forces Blank down onto one knee and then as Blanks get up using some strength he is forced back into the corner.

Axis-“Hmmm nice show these two are putting on if you ask me...

King-”No one did...”

SLAP! SLAP! Two violent slaps to the under dogs chests echoing around the arena before the ref interjects drawing Leon back out of the corner. But Leon shoves past the ref and straight into a poke to the eye. Blank then explodes out of the corner hitting Leon exactly under the chin with a massive super kick knocking the giant down and hard to the mat. Blank zips up onto the top rope raising his hands taunting once more as he actually receives a few boos.

MY FINAL HEAVEN! Blank shoots off the top rope hitting his version of the frog splash.

Axis-“could that be the end to this carnage?”

Blank’s battered and bruised body some how manages to rolls over and go for the pin after hitting his finisher and hooking the leg. The ref drops down quickly and begins the three count...

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The ring bells ring and Blank rises off of the bog man with his hand being raised he poses a little before getting out of the ring..Second later Leon stumbles on up to his feet not sure where he exactly is..

Axis-“Well that looks like it is the end for this match now onto...Hey wait a minute..”

Edwin-”Blank appears to be going back into the ring Sharpe doesn’t see it..”

RED DRAGON SLEEPER!

Blank locks his hold down onto the already beaten body of Leon dropping him quickly to the ground while continuing to keep his submission locked on strong and powerful not releasing even after three referee’s try to pull him off he still won’t listen.

King-“He is like a killer bee small and has to sting you more then once...”

After the three refs plead and beg to get Blank off he finally releases spitting onto the out cold body of the fallen Leon Sharpe...

Edwin-”Um time for commercial everybody will be right back...”

*Fade to commercial*

August 28, 2002

We return to SJL Wrath, but not with in-ring action. Instead, we get a three-shot with Axis, Edwin MacPhisto, and the Suicide King all sitting behind the announcers’ desk.

“Welcome back to Wrath, ladies and gentlemen,” Axis says smoothly. “Earlier today, the SJL’s own Ben Hardy caught up with the Amazin’ one, Mike Van Siclen, who was put out of action earlier in the week by Jacob Helmsley. Let’s take a look.”

The SmarksTron fires up and gives us a view of a sterile, white hospital room, with a bed in the middle and a television set in the corner. Lying in the bed with gauze wrapped around the top of his head is Mike Van Siclen, looking tired but smiling as always. His jet-black roots can be seen, even though the rest of his hair is a golden blonde. We switch angles to the door, which opens as Ben Hardy enters.

“Mike, could I get a word for the cameras?”

“Yeah, sure Ben. Ask away.”

Ben sidles up next to Mike, a wide smile on his face as he looks into the camera. “Ben Hardy here alongside Mike Van Siclen, and Mike, on Wrath we saw Jacob Helmsley take you out with a heinous steel pipe attack. What are your thoughts on this?”

“Uh… my head hurts.”

Hardy laughs. “Yes, but my question was more ‘Do you plan on getting revenge on Helmsley for splitting your head open with a steel pipe’?”

“Hells yeah, Ben. And as soon as they let me the fuck out of this hospital, I’ll be on my way. I never liked Detroit much, but hell, the nurse dropped her clipboard and got it and holy shit, Ben. I love Detroit. Go Lions!”

“… Mike. You’re supposed to be in character here.”

“Sorry, I’ve still got a teensy bit of a headache. What’s your name again?”

“My name’s Ben, Mike.”

“Oh yeah. Like that Nickelodeon cartoon show, right? Ren and Stimpy?”

“… no, like Ben and Jerry’s ice cream.”

“Ah. That’s gay.”

Ben, for once in his pitiful life, is speechless. He brings the mic to his lips and tries to say something… but nothing. Mike smiles broadly. “I’m messing with you, Hardy. I am in full control of my limbs and voice, and I know exactly where I am. And I know exactly where Jacob Helmsley is, too… and tonight, I will extract my vengeance on him. Or maybe I’ll wait a while. Or maybe I’ll send him a threatening email. See, that’s why I’m the Amazin’ one… you don’t know what I’m going to do, do you, Hardy? You don’t have any idea. Which is why you should watch tonight… watch and learn.”

Ben looks into the camera. “You heard it here first, folks. Mike Van Siclen is seeking vengeance, and he plans on getting it real soon. I’m Ben Hardy, and we’ll be right back!”

August 28, 2002

Axis: “Welcome back, fans! To SJL Wrath. Up next we have the returning Flexxx taking on the rising Kamikaze.”

Edwin: “This match shouldn’t be taking place..”

The arena lights go out and “Born as Ghosts” by Rage Against the Machine plays as the Smarktron flashes with images from Flunkmasta Flexxx’s previous matches. The non-porn star steps onto the stage, smirking at the onslaught of boos. He raises his hands and places his fingertips together in a symbol, then breaks them apart, releasing a burst of pyrotechnics, twice, three times. Flexxx calmly walks down the ramp after making his way through the smoke created by his display.

Funyon: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring, weighing in at two hundred and thirty nine pounds.. Flexxx!”

The crowd boos again as Flexxx enters the ring and ascends all four turnbuckles in succession, raising his fists to the crowd at each corner.

King: “I think it’s about time we got Flexxx back into the ring. Not like the sWo was bad off without him, but now they’re a force to be reckoned with.”

Axis: “Well, if they can just traipse into Edwin’s office and steal documents without punishment, then they already are a force to be reckoned with.”

Edwin: “I don’t see how that has any bear on the situation..”

Rage Against the Machine fades away, and is soon replaced with Godsmack’s “I Stand Alone.” The crowd pops excitedly, well, it seems rather loud compared to Flexxx’s boos, as Kamikaze bounces onto the stage, yes, bounces. Riding on a silver pogo stick, Kamikaze hops his way down the ramp, beaming at the fans alongside him.

Axis: “.. a pogo stick.”

King: “What a loon.”

Kamikaze bounces up and down, up and down at the edge of the ring, and Flexxx watches from across the way, that smirk still on his face. Kaze stops bouncing and turns away, climbing off the pogo stick. Flexxx takes the opportunity with a running start, then moonsaults over the top rope.. as Kamikaze bends down to slide his pogo stick underneath the ring apron. Flexxx lands with a sickening smack onto the padded concrete, and grits his teeth in pain. The referee leans through the ropes, beckoning the two wrestlers into the ring. Kaze just looks at Flexxx, still bent over, then shrugs and rolls into the ring.

Edwin: “You loon hater!”

Axis: “Oh! And Flexxx tries to get things started with a plancha moonsault, I think, but fails as Kamikaze deftly ducks. Flexxx back into the ring to start things off..”

The bell rings, signaling the start of the match. Kamikaze faces off with Flexxx, raising his hands for a test of strength. Flexxx smirks and eagerly takes hold, wrestling with Kamikaze as their arm muscles bulge for control. The crowd starts to chant.

Crowd: “Ka-ze! Ka-ze!”

And sure enough, Kamikaze starts to overpower Flexxx, who shakes his head violently and retaliates with a knee to the gut. Kam doubles over and Flexxx brings Kaze down with a hard neckbreaker.

King: “Hey, where are you going?!”

Axis: “Edwin?”

The commish himself has removed his headset and stolen Funyon’s microphone. Edwin rolls into the ring and stands, waving his arms back and forth. The referee quickly steps between Flexxx and Kamikaze, keeping them at bay. Kaze looks at Edwin all innocent like, while Flexxx stares with a building rage.

Edwin: “You know folks, as much as I think you want to see this match, I can’t let it take place!”

The crowd gives a soft boo in response. Flexxx frowns as the commissioner continues.

Edwin: “But if it did, then that’d prove that the sWo had some semblance of control over me, and you know we can’t have that!”

King: “Where is he getting this nonsense?”

Axis: “I think it’s very uplifting..”

King: “You would.”

Suddenly, Bach’s “Toccata and Fugue” hits, and the musical madman himself waltzes onto the stage, carrying a microphone and wearing a smile. He grins at the fans as they boo him and addresses Edwin.

Fugue: “It seems that’s already happened, dear Commissioner. You see, you don’t have Flexxx’s suspension papers anymore, therefore, you have no legal means by which to keep him from competing.”

Fugue walks slowly down the ramp, and then climbs into the ring using the stairs.

Edwin: “Ah, young apprentice, that’s where you’re wrong. You left a pretty big chunk of evidence when you sent me the tape of you burning the document.”

Fugue: “Did you see anywhere on those papers where it said ‘Suspension Notice’ or ‘SJL Superstar Flexxx’?”

Edwin: “..no.”

Fugue: “Well, then you can’t prove we did burn them.”

Edwin: “Then how can you tell me that Flexxx is back in the league?”

Fugue drops the microphone and launches himself at Edwin in the same instant. Flexxx follows soon after, and the two sWo members overbear on Edwin, beating him into the corner.

King: “Cool!”

Axis: “Oh my god! The sWo has just attacked Edwin! But here comes Kamikaze!!”

Kaze throws himself into the mix, singling out Fugue and hitting him with a few hard rights. Kamikaze then throws Fugue across the ring, grabs him up and slams him down in a mat-shaking powerslam. Flexxx backs away from the commissioner and attacks Kamikaze as he stands. Kaze stumbles away and rolls out of the ring. The crowd boos as the sWo members take a moment to recollect, then head back toward Edwin. Kaze regains his bearings and helps the commish out of the ring and back toward the announce table. Edwin glares toward the ring as Flexxx and Fugue rest against the ropes, shouting at both Edwin and Kamikaze.

Axis: “We’ll be back right after this..”

August 28, 2002

There is no commercial. Screw whatever Kamikaze said at the end of his match, there’s no commercial. Instead, we cut away to the hospital where Mike Van Siclen is. A cute blonde nurse walks in, and Mike, smiling, lets the Amazin’ charm go to work.

“Hello,” the nurse says, “My name is Katelyn.”

“Hey Katie,” Mike replies smoothly. “How are you?”

“I’m good, thanks,” Katie says warmly. “How are you?”

“I’m fine…” Mike pauses, sizing up Katelyn, “But nowhere near as fine as you.” Mike winks at Kate as the crowd watching this on the SmarksTron totally marks out.

Katelyn giggles. “Thank you,” she says with a broad smile across her face. “How are you feeling?”

“I told ya, m’lady, I’m fine.”

Kate looks at Mike quizzically. “Mr. Siclen…”

“Van Siclen, Katie. And it’s Sick-lynn.”

The nurse smiles and continues. “Okay, Mr. Van Siclen, as I was saying. You’ve got a four-inch gully at your hairline.”

Mike smiles again, pointing to the bandage covering the gash. “This little scrape? Bah, it’s fine, and so am I. So, when do I get out of this hellhole?”

Kate glances at Mike’s forehead and shudders a little, then looks into Mike’s eyes. “I’m sorry, Mick…”

“Mike, Katie.”

“Mike, yes, well, I’m sorry, but it’s too risky to let you leave. We’re going to have to keep you overnight.”

Mike does the bitchy, adolescent moan. “But Katie! I’ve gotta get revenge on Jake, girl! I’ve gotta take my right hand and dislocate his jaw!”

Kate looks at Mike. “Look, Mr. Van Siclen… do you mind if I have a seat?”

Mike smiles. “Go ahead. My skinny ass doesn’t take up much of the bed.”

Katie sits down on the bed, sitting so that she faces Mike. “Look… I don’t want to have to keep you here. You’re a big boy…”

“…in more ways than one, might I add.” Mike winks at Katie again, who snickers at Mike’s crude joke. The arena, too, titters with laughter as Katie continues.

“Mike, what I’m trying to say is that if it was up to me, you wouldn’t be here, but Dr. Meoff wants to keep you here overnight. Just to make sure.”

“Tell Jackie to screw himself.”

Katie chuckles. “I wish I could, because Lord knows the sterile bastard would.”

“Seriously… free tickets.”

“I’m sorry…”

“For life.”

“You can do that?”

“I’m not supposed to… but I’d do anything for you.”

Katie giggles, putting her hand on Mike’s cheek. “Aww, you’re so cute.”

Mike blushes. “Stop, you’re embarrassing me,” the Amazin’ one says without any conviction.

Katie leans in and kisses Mike on the cheek. “Look, I can get you out of here… but you owe me.”

“Do I really mind that?”

“Probably not.”

“Hey… how far does my tab extend?”

“What do you mean by that, oh Amazing one?”

“I’ll put it this way… I may need to owe you a hell of a lot more…”

August 28, 2002

(The camera pans over the fans of the Southfield Civic Center, in Southfield, Michigan. The fans hold up their respectable homemade signs, jumping up and down for their time on TV. The camera cuts down to Axis, Edwin, and King, who are all, oddly, staring straight back at the camera.)

Edwin: Welcome back to SJL Wrath! We have had one hell of a show…

King: It sucked.

Edwin: What?

King: The show. It sucked.

Edwin: And what exactly sucked?

King: Leon Sharpe against Blank. That match was horrific.

Edwin: No, it wasn’t. It was full of action between two new comers.

King: IT SUCKED!

Edwin: Anyway, up next…

King: I am not done. That is not the only thing that sucked. You know who sucks? Kamikaze. HE SUCKS!

Edwin: No, he doesn’t.

King: YES HE DOES!

Axis: Can we get on with the show?

Edwin: Yes, please.

King: This match better be good.

Edwin: Well, the next match is ‘Hollywood’ Spike Jenkins, taking on ‘Brother Red’ Matt Myers.

King: You are so evil.

Edwin: What?

King: Making sWo members fight sWo members. And for what? To face ANOTHER sWo member?

Edwin: Yep.

King: You are sick.

Edwin: No, I am not.

King: Yes, you are.

Edwin: Do we have to go through this every time we have a sWo vs. sWo match?

King: Yes.

(Just then, right after King says, “Yes”, the lights in the arena go out.)

King: OH NO! WE ARE ALL GOING TO DIE! SOMEONE SAVE ME!

**************BOOM**********

(A huge neon-purple pyro explodes on the entranceway, as “Rise” by The Cult plays over the P.A. Strobe lights flash all over the arena, as smoke starts rising from the ground. ‘Brother Red’ Matt Myers soon appears at the entranceway, and walks through the smoke. Matt Myers walks down the entrance way, and walks up to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope, and quickly getting to his feet, climbing up to the second rope in the corner of the ring.)

Funyon: This match is scheduled for One Fall, and is to determine the Number One Contender to the SJL European Championship. First, from New Haven, Connecticut, weighing in at Two Hundred and Twenty Nine pounds, representing the sWo! “Brother Red” Matt Myers!

(Matt Myers takes the sun glasses off that he was wearing them, and throws them into the crowd, where the smash over the head of some loser wearing a Cutthroat T-shirt (which, can very well be Cutthroat himself, because, seriously, Who would wear a Cutthroat T-shirt?). Myers jumps back off the middle ropes, and stands in the ring, waiting for his stable mate and opponent, “Hollywood” Spike Jenkins.)

King: How can you do this?

Edwin: Easy. I have the power to do it.

King: You are a sick, sadistic, angry little man.

Edwin: Whatever you say King, whatever you say.

(The lights come back on, as the smoke is cleared out of the entranceway. After several seconds of waiting, the lights start to flicker on and off, as the beginning of “Slit Wrist Theory” by 36 Crazy Fists starts playing.)

“With the absence of eye, I can start to bleed again...

With the color of hearts it seems like you wear right thin

and as it falls from your mouth, it seems like you needed it more

well I can still ask for more, I will still ask for more”

.

“GET THE FUCK OUT! STAY THE FUCK OUT!

IT MAKES ME SICK (I’M Alright)

SLIT WRIST THEORY! STAINS US ALL!

(‘Hollywood’ Spike Jenkins slowly walks out from behind the entrance curtain, and walks down the entranceway. Spike Jenkins slowly walks up to the ring, and quietly walks up the ring steps, onto the ring apron, while his music still blasts over the P.A. Spike slowly walks over the apron, looking in the ring at his opponent and stable mate, Matt Myers. Spike turns to the audience, wrapping his arms around the top rope, while staring out into the fans that are booing him.)

Funyon: And HIS OPPONENT! Also representing the sWo! From Hollywood, California, weighing in at Two Hundred and Twenty Pounds, ‘Hollywood’ Spike Jenkins!

(Funyon steps out of the ring, as Spike Jenkins turns back to his opponent and steps into the ring. Spike Jenkins and Matt Myers walk towards each other in the middle of the ring, and stand face to face, without saying anything. After several seconds, Matt Myers walks away, and walks to the edge of the ring. A SJL official hands Matt a microphone, and Matt walks over to the ropes, facing the announcer’s table.)

Matt: You know what Edwin. SCREW YOU! Spike and me are not going to face each other tonight, for your enjoyment. We are sWo. We are friends, and there is no way in hell you can make us fight each other.

(The crowd boo’s as Edwin rises from his seat, holding a microphone in one hand.)

Edwin: If you two don’t wrestle, you are both…. Fired!

(The crowd cheers as Edwin sits back down.)

King: Oh my god! You SUCK!

Edwin: I am just doing my job.

(Matt Myers turns around, to talk to Spike, but is met with a spinning heel kick from out of nowhere.)

* Ding * Ding * Ding *

(Spike quickly goes for the cover on Matt.)

One

.

Two

.

(Matt gets a shoulder up. Spike gets to his feet, and backs away from Matt, as Matt gets to his feet. Matt stares at Spike, as he screams “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?” which Spike just lifts his arms, saying “I am Sorry”. Spike walks to Matt, and holds his arm out, wanting to shake hands. Matt grabs Spike’s hand, and shakes it, but nails Spike with a left hand. Matt nails Spike with another left hand, and again and again, knocking Spike back into the ropes. Matt grabs Spike’s wrist, and whips him across the ropes. Spike bounces into the ropes, and comes running back to Matt, but Matt nails him with a clothesline, sending him to the mat. Spike quickly gets to his feet, but is knocked back down with another clothesline. Spike quickly gets to his feet, but is knocked back down to the mat with another clothesline from “Brother Red”. Spike gets to his feet, but Matt pushes him back into the corner. Matt grabs Spike’s wrist, and whips him across the ring, causing Spike to land back first, hard against the turnbuckles. Spike walks out of the corner, holding his back, but is knocked to the mat by another clothesline by Matt.)

King: GREAT! You got the sWo fighting each other.

Edwin: Yes. Yes, I do.

King: I can’t believe you are doing this.

Axis: Well, so far, Matt Myers has been dominating Spike Jenkins. Both of these men are just about equal in their speed.

(Matt Myers screams at Spike to get to his feet. Spike slowly pulls himself to his feet, but is met with a stiff kick across the chest. Spike holds his chest in pain, as Matt meets him with another stiff kick to his back. Spike clinches in the pain, and is met with another kick to the midsection by Matt. Spike nearly falls over, holding his chest in pain, but is nailed with another stiff kick to the face by Matt Myers. Spike wobbles around, trying to catch his breath, but falls backwards to the mat, thanks to a low spin kick from Matt.)

King: This is not good! This is bad. Very, very bad.

Edwin: I think this is amusing. Two of the JL’s top athletes going at it one on one.

King: You’re so mean.

(Spike gets to his knees, facing Matt. Matt stands over Spike, looking down at him. Matt backs up a bit, and swings his leg at Spike’s head, but Spike ducks under the kick. Matt does a whole spin around, but Spike grabs both of Matt’s ankles, and pulls them out from under them. Matt drops to the mat, chest first, taking all the breath out of him. Spike quickly climbs onto Matt’s back, wrapping his arm over Matt’s face, and pulls back.)

Axis: THE SILVER LINING! SO EARLY IN THE MATCH!

King: No, Don’t hurt him Spike. He is your friend.

Edwin: This match just might end here…Is that Mike?

(MVS jumps out from behind the announcer’s table from the audience, with a steel chair in hand. MVS dives into the ring, and quickly mounts to his feet. The referee sees him, and tries to stop him, but MVS cracks the chair over the referee’s head, knocking him out.)

* Ding * Ding * Ding *

Edwin: What just happened?

Axis: Well, I guess a no contest?

King: That means NEITHER OF THEM HAS TO FACE FUGUE! YES! THIS IS THE GREATEST THING EVER!

Edwin: You know what. Next week, there will be a Triple Threat Match for the European title. Between Fugue, Matt Myers, and Spike Jenkins!

King: I HATE YOU!

(In the ring, Spike lets go of Myers and the Silver Lining, and holds his arms in the air, thinking that he won by submission. Spike turns around, and is knocked to the mat by a chair shot from MVS. MVS walks over to Myers, and stands over him with the chair. MVS lifts the chair overhead, and slams it down onto Myers back. He lifts the chair up again, and slams it across Myers back again. MVS lifts the chair back over his head, but before he can slam it into Myers again, Spike Jenkins comes up from behind him, and his him with a low blow, knocking MVS to the mat, and dropping the chair. Spike gets to his feet, and walks over to Myers, checking on him.)

King: See, look at the friendship between the two. They just went at it, in a match, and they are helping each other out.

(Spike pulls Myers to his feet and the walk over to MVS, and circle around him. After a few seconds of this two on one beating, the crowd rise to their feet in cheers, as ‘The God of Thunder’ Thor runs down the entrance way to the ring. Thor quickly gets in the ring and Spike and Myers back up when they see him. Thor points towards Spike, as if saying he was going to get him.)

Edwin: Thor is out here to save Mike and kick some sWo ass.

King: SPIKE! MATT! GET OUT OF THERE!

(They try to take King’s advice, and get out of there, but Spike pushes Matt forward, into the giant hand of Thor. Spike jumps out of the ring, as Thor lifts Matt into the air, and drives him into the mat with a chokeslam.)

Edwin: Spike just pushed Matt into Thor!

King: I didn’t see that. I saw Matt trip, and that cheating Thor get a cheap shot on him.

Axis: What are you talking about King?

Edwin: What good friends Spike and Matt are.

(Spike walks around the ring and towards the entranceway, as Thor just stares at him. Spike walks backward up the entranceway, as Thor points towards him.)

Edwin: Fans, Thor will get a world title shot tonight, against the Co-Leader of the sWo, “The Franchise” Mak Francis. We got to go to a commercial break, but we will be back with more SJL Action.

(The camera fades to Thor staring a hole through Spike.)

August 28, 2002

Singles Match

Manson vs. Jacob Helmsley

double no-show, jerkies.

August 28, 2002

“HELLLLLOOOOO!” Booms the voice of the SJL’s own big and burly play by play man! “And welcome back mates to the Smarks Junior Leagues syndicated TV show, WRATH!”

The crowd goes nuts, yelling and screaming their little hearts out for a chance at the fifteen seconds of fame that have been come to known as “The Wfer shill of the week!” Today’s Wfer in need of shilling is Chris Raynor as he turns on Eddie Mac, who is the best marker ever by the way, and shows the dreaded APW tape to the world. I would have said the Divefire return as he is pretty much god but I’m still a n00b so you get the idea. Anyways let the shilling begin.

As the camera pans the audience two fans are seen holding dual signs, “RAYN-MAN SMASH!” and “RAYN-MAN BASH!” A few “Y2Chris” signs can be spotted around the arena and even a “Raynor is God” sign.

“We are live, uh hold up a sec…” Axis clears his throat and lets out a Jim Ross esque shill. “I SAID LIIIIIIIIIIIIVE from the Southfield Civic Center in Southfield, Michigan!”

“Well we’ve had a hell of a show so far as two new members have been introduced to the SJL in the form of Blank and Leon Sharpe. Also the match we just saw between the two vets Jacob Helmsley and Insane Luchador Andrew Rickmen.”

“Pfft enough about that stuff. The Flunkmaster makes a return to SJL TV after eliminating the suspension that you Eddie Mac gave him. He’s back with a vengeance and will make the sWo the tight nit group they were before all this nonsense you started!”

“I told him that he went to far and that suspension was deserved. But with him back will the sWo come together or gain one more huge ego?”

“Speaking of sWo egos Matt Myers versus Hollywood Spike Jenkins was crazy and you have to wonder how Thor’s run in will affect this match coming up.”

“Are you suggesting that Mak needs help beating Thor?” Questions the Suicide King. “Thor has been and will always be the sWo’s whipping boy. When Mak or Fugue need somebody to beat up, they book a match with Thor!”

“You’re referring to the recent win by Fugue over Thor for the SJL European title but just incase you forgot, Thor was able to pin Mak Francis for the TV title when he lost his double champion status.”

“Bah, but since then Thor has gotten his ass handed to him in every encounter.”

“Well Mak challenged the number one contender to be a man and step up to the plate in a two out of three falls match up. And he accepted so I booked it right then and there since this altercation occurred in my office.”

“Well Mak had these kind words to tell Thor earlier today…” States Axis trying to lead into the clip but the Suicide King interrupts. “Please, Mak ripped him a new one just like he did Mike Van Siclen! Roll the footage tech monkeys!”

Early Tonight

Francis turns away from Hardy and just shakes his head. “Thor I’ll tell you here and now…you’re not worthy.” His eyes are hidden from view but you can feel his brown eyes glaring into the screen as he pats the belt slung over his left shoulder. “If you were worthy of touching this, except for having it plowed into your head, I would have counted the three for you. You had to attack me…knock me unconscious…to win.”

“You’re not worthy and I’ll prove that tonight. I don’t care what you think you are. Comic book reject or God of Thunder, you’re just not on Franchise level.”

Francis smiles…

“Thor do you want to know why I challenged you to a two outta’ three falls match. Are you sure? Are you ready to hear this?”

And laughs…

“Matt said it and it’s the first intelligent thing he’s said in a while. He thinks he can tell me anything, well he’d dead wrong. But I’m getting off topic right Hardy.” Ben just nods his head in agreement thanking his lucky stars that Mak isn’t beating him senseless. “It’s true I could end your career. Hell I am your career. So, in the first fall I’m going to pin you for the one two three!”

But his laugh turns back into a smile…

“And then in the second fall I’m going to make you tap out like the big bitch you are. I will snap your leg in two. Ask Mikey how it feels.”

Francis chuckles at the though of Mike crying out as his leg almost breaks in half. “But if by some referee miscall in your favor during one of those two falls, cause lets face it you’ll never get a legit pin fall over me, you win once you would get the chance to feel your first Franchise Tag. Sure you got a double Fisherman’s buster but it’s not the same as your first time feeling me drop you on your head all by my lonesome. And trust me when I say you’ll get your ticket punched your ass is on the way to concussion junction!”

Which parleys into a smirk…

“I know what you’re think Thor. You’re a little afraid but you think you can step up into the big time. You really think you can kick out of my finisher, don’t you. I dare you to kick out of my Franchise Tag. Don’t tell me you think you actually can kick out. Do you think that you can really win my heavyweight strap?”

[Freeze frame]

“Mak’s just telling it like it is to Thor.”

[Restart clip]

“You’ve been riding my coattails for the past three months. Hardy, I’ve been Thor’s gravy train and he latched onto me ever since he’s been in this company!”

“What do you mean by all this Mak?”

And just that quickly he shows no emotion…

“I’ll explain that right now Hardy…” States Francis with a piercing gaze that goes back to the camera after causing a stunned Ben Hardy to shut up. “I made you what you are today Thor. You were nothing but a wannabe until you faced me. You were nothing until you beat me for the TV title. You need me…you’ll always need me. I single handedly made your career and you think that it’s anything for me to knock you back down to where you belong.”

[Freeze frame]

“Truer words have never been spoken. Thor has done nothing except follow Mak to the top like a lost puppy looking for a bone.”

“How could you even say that!” exclaims Axis in shock. “Thor unified the TV and European titles. Doesn’t that mean anything?”

“Fugue made him tap out like the bitch he is.”

“I give up.”

[Restart clip]

“Mikey now knows he needs me but you…you really have no idea do you? I’m the Franchise and nobody can ruin my reign. I don’t care what you are or think you are but the free ride to the top ends here. I will win and you will lose…” Taking off his already trademarked ice blue sunglasses™ Francis says the next phrase with his contempt clearly evident.

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

[End clip]

“With each one of these interview’s he does Francis gets more and more arrogant!”

“Well why the hell shouldn’t he? He’s the World Heavyweight champ, and if that ain’t enough he’s the Franchise!”

“Franchise or not Mak’s already huge ego has gotten WAY out of control.”

The lights shut off and a blue spotlight shines on the entrance…

The opening chords of KISS- God of Thunder blast on the speakers…

** CRACKDOOOOOOOOOOOOOM~!! **

And suddenly a lightning bolt strikes the entrance way and it fills with smoke as the music starts driving. Then as the lyrics start blue and white pyros shoot off crossing each other and the man the myth the Norse God of legend Thor steps through the curtain and through the smoke to a big ovation from the Michigan faithful.

“This contest is a two out of three falls match up and is for the SMARKS JUNIOR LEAGUE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!!”

Thor stands on the top of the ramp in a double bicep pose as he walks down the ramp. The God of Thunder high-fives a couple of fans but still looks down to the ring focused on the match at hand. The biggest match of his career.

“The challenger, making his way to ringside at 345 pounds…from The Gleaming Halls of Asgard…he is the man…er…the myth…nah he is the Norse God of legend…“THORRRRRRRRRR!”

Thor steps up to the ring apron and over the top rope with ease, there he stands arms folded playing to the crowd before removing his cape and handing his hammer to ring attendant.

[Whispered] ‘Are you Ready?’….

“Well here comes the World Champion. And for the second week in a row this man has claimed to have made his opponents career.” states 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…

“I don’t get why you guys keep on harping over this. He did make their careers, didn’t he?”

[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 little less heat than his normal ovation of boos. A few fans here and there can even be seen wearing an “Only the best can be a Franchise” shirt. 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!”

The Franchise walks down the ramp and enters the ring with his normal confidence stride.

“He a cocky arrogant son of a bitch but he is our word champion.”

“And hopefully Thor will knock him about the bloody ring and end this match as quickly as he can. Being that he’s a big man he might not have the stamina to go the distance.”

Mak Francis stands toe to toe with the God of Thunder and looks up at the man that close to a foot taller than him. No words need to be said as Thor lets his actions do the talking. He swiftly and suddenly slaps the belt on Francis’s shoulder cause the Franchise to stumble back. The crowd cheers in approval as the god points directly at Francis. Mak just scoffs tosses the belt to the mat and walks right back up to him.

“What the hell does that mean Thor? Are you trying to intimidate me?”

“Know this mortal. And understand well… when all thee past transgressions against me hast been rectified I shall claim thee title as mine own. AND your warrior’s spirit shall be denied entrance into the holy land Valhalla! For you are not a fair and worthy competitor or deserving of thine Champion status!”

“We’ll see about that. But just to let you know, when this is all over I’ll be the only one left conscious. Concussions have a way of doing that to ya’.”

And with that Francis backs off a little waiting for referee Sexton Hardcastle to ring the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

“And this two outta three falls match for the SJL World Title is underway. Francis and the big man Thor circling each other trying to gain an advantage and you have to wonder what these two guys are thinking. Francis is no stranger to the World title scene but this is Thor’s first shot at the big time.”

“Well he’s actually rather calm which surprises me. He’s at the top of his game and ready to become this companies number one guy.”

“Come on Eddie Mac, Thor hasn’t beaten Mak in straight up singles competition EVER! He got one fluke pin after a powerbomb in a match with two other people involved. One on one he can’t keep up with Mak’s mat skills.”

“True the longer this match goes the more advantage Francis has.”

“That’s why this match is perfect for the champ, Thor can’t use his power to get one lucky powerbomb in. He needs to get two pin falls on a man that’s been pinned about six times in four months.”

“Thor may not be a technical wizard but he does everything he needs to win and that’s all you can ask for.”

Finally Francis and Thor come together in a collar and elbow tie up. Francis pushes forward and actually looks to be in control – until Thor pushes back with a massive burst of strength throwing Mak into the corner head over heels. Francis just pulls himself up using the ropes and sits in the corner complaining about something or ‘nother. Thor just lets loose a hardy laugh and flexes his “generous” muscles.

“Thor showing off his strength for the fans. He kind of suckered Francis in and then tossed him on his laurel.”

“I guess the week off from active competition has helped Francis’s hand. He isn’t protecting it nearly as much.”

Mak goes through all the motions and pats both his shoulders to ready himself for another lock up. He and Thor come together but this time the Franchise gets a knee into the gut of Thor. Directly after that he slips off to the side and twists Thor’s arm in an arm wringer.

“Mak and Thor are on two different sides of the spectrum. It’s a pretty strange to see just how their styles clash.”

“I guess so. Come on somebody start maiming or destroying something. Or at the least taunt.”

Francis goes for a second arm wringer but Thor grabs his hand at the top of the move and the two men are now struggling for leverage in a high wristlock battle. Thor being the stringer of the two men pushes Francis down almost to one knee – but Mak drags Thor to the mat face first with a drop toehold. As Thor falls he releases the wristlock to try and brace himself for hitting the canvas. Meanwhile Francis slides in front of Thor snatching his head into a front chancery. Thor gets the franchise bicep grinded into his face while Francis gives him a few paintbrushes to the back of his head.

“There we go! Some blatant disrespect by Mak while he has Thor in that chancery!”

“Francis already working over the neck. You can tell he has a game plan that he’s going to stick to. This chancery also cuts off the flow of oxygen which can help tire out the big man.”

“Yuppers, Mak will pick apart a body part. He’s got some good mat sense but he’s prone to underestimating his opponent. Like right bloody now as Thor has pushed them both up onto their feet.”

Axis takes over on the play by play while King shakes his head in disgust. “A punch to the gut from Thor…and another right hand finds its mark causing Mak to release the hold. Thor with the Irish whip and Francis rebounds of the ropes into a stiff clothesline from Thor. Francis back up and down once again after another stiff clothesline from the Norse God of Legend!”

Francis gets picked up off the mat, lifted into the air and slammed down across the outstretched knee of Thor. Francis arches his back in pain as the Norse God gets cheered. But Thor isn’t done with Francis yet as he lifts him up hooks on a front face lock and into the air Francis goes all the blood rushing to his head until… ** WHAM! **. Francis hits the mat back first again with authority until he pushes himself up into a crawling position but a boot to the back from Thor makes him eat canvas. Francis lies on his belly trying drag himself under the ropes and out of the ring to catch his breath when Thor suddenly mounts him and applies the Camel clutch!

“Thor going after the back of Francis right here. He’s using his weight to put added pressure on the Franchise’s back.”

“The Thunder God seems to know a little strategy too as he’s attacking the back and going for the submission.”

“Also half his bloody moves attack the back or neck. He’s putting Mak in fine position to take him out with one of those power moves early.”

“But Thor made a rookie mistake with his ring positioning. Mak is very close to the ropes and if he could get his hand under or on them it be an automatic break!”

Francis reaches out with his free hand…the left one and grabs onto the bottom rope for dear life. “He’s gotten to the ropes but Thor won’t release the hold, he’s going to try and get him to tap before the five count!”

Hardcastle warns Thor about being disqualified and losing the pin fall before he starts the count. “Mak did the ** ONE ** same thing to MVS in their encounter last show.”

** TWO **

** THREE **

Mak’s hand looks to be slipping as Sexton waves his fourth finger into the air yelling ** FOUR **. And Thor gets up breaking the hold not wanting to be DQed. Mak’s hand falls off the rope quivering in pain as Thor drags him back towards the center of the ring.

“What going to happen here.” Questions Axis but he gets his answer as Thor lift Francis up into a standing head scissors wrapping his arms around Mak’s waist. Hoists him up high over head –

“POWERBOMB COMING!”

But Francis gets out of Thor’s grasp and almost hovers in mid air until he drops back down onto his feet and locks on a version of the front waist lock. It strange because he’s a little to the side when he pops his hips and tosses Thor over the top. The God of Thunder lands on his back in a T with Francis’s body.

“Francis has tried Overhead Belly to belly suplexes on Thor before but never been able to hit one! And now in this World title match he gets strength from god knows where to hit a devastating T-Bone suplex counter!!”

“Mak’s been hitting the weights and even though it was ugly as all get out he just T-bone suplexed a man more than 100 pounds heavier than him. If Thor was a lighter man Mak could have dropped him on his neck but since Thor’s so big he could really get him high enough into the air.”

“It’s looks like Francis could’ve hurt his back on that one as he’s holding it a little.”

“But look at him ignore the pain and go right after Thor.” And true to King’s words Mak gets up and lunges forward nailing Thor, who has rolled over onto his belly, with elbow drops to the neck. Elbow after punishing elbow find their mark, as the God of Thunder can’t mount any form of comeback.

“Francis has Thor completely grounded and wait…Thor is getting to his feet!!!!”

Thor starts to stand up ignoring the forearm shots to the back that he’s now receiving. The crowd starts to cheer louder and louder with each blow Thor shakes off.

“Why the hell is he breathing like that and shaking his head?”

Until finally he’s up on both feet and Francis freezes looking like he took a dump in his pants. Thor just waves his finger and blast Mak with a right hand, which the crowd cheers and he hits and second right. The crowd explodes as he Irish whips Francis and raising his leg delivering the big boot.

“BIG BOOT~!”

Thor claps his hand three times and goes to bounce off the ropes.

“…Is that Spike Jenkins? Hollywood Spike Jenkins is at the top of the ramp and about to make his way down to ringside. WAIT SCHOOL BOY ROLL UP BY FRANCIS?!”

ONE

“It looked more like a low blow into a roll up! What a cheater.”

Mak places his feet on the second rope

TWO

“GO MAK!”

THREE!

A few people cheer but most of the reactions go something like ** BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO **

“And the winner of this fall “The Franchise” MAAAK FRAAAAAANCISsssssss!”

“He pinned him just like he said he would for the one two three!”

“With a cheap low blow into a roll up. And look Jenkins is going right back behind the curtain. He was just there as a distraction. I bet that someone’s going to come out to help Mak in the second fall too!”

“How can you be sure he hit a low blow that looked like a clean school boy to me?”

“Show us the replay…”

Moments Ago

[start clip]

Thor looks on at Hollywood Spike Jenkins at the top of the ramp after stopping his attempt at the big leg drop. Suddenly Francis crawls into the picture behind him and raises his arm straight up nailing Thor’s nuts! He quickly moves into the schoolboy, as Thor is too busy trying to hold his nut to kick out. He can only shut his eyes in pain when Hardcastle hits the mat for the third time.

[End clip]

“Well look at that Mak accidentally hit Thor’s nads when he went for the roll up. I really feel his pain. Getting pinned by an accidentally low blow.”

“You disingenuous asshole. You’re not sorry and you know that Francis did it on purpose!”

“Ah well all I can say is sucks to be Thor.”

The God of thunder is not pleased as Mak releases the schoolboy and just like that grabs both his legs flipping over him causing another pin fall. Hardcastle hits that mat again.

ONE

TWO

THREE-

“TWO” shouts Hardcastle as the crowd lets out a joyful cheer.

“NO! Thor kicks out, and thank god.”

Francis rushes over to the ref and gets right into his face yelling that it was a three count. Meanwhile the God of Thunder has rising to his feet finally shaking of the nut shot and lies in wait. Francis turns around and walks right into a Bradshaw like clothesline. The crowd goes nuts as Thor picks and after a few right hands Irish whips him into the ropes. Francis rebounds off the ropes and stumbles right into a gorilla press from Thor!

ONCE

TWICE

THREE TIMES AND FRANCIS GETS DROPPED FACE FIRST TO THE MAT.

“Thor goes for the cover.” Announces Axis

ONE

TWO

TH-

“NO he kicked out again. Thor is on a roll right now. One more high impact move like that could get him the match.”

Francis gets up and stumbles forward into the awaiting arms of Thor who kicks him in the gut puts him in a standing head scissors and lifts him up spinning a full 360 degrees for a Spinning Powerbomb.

“That’s it Thor hit a normal Powerbomb to win him the TV title way back when Mak was a double champion. He’s finally gonna get this fall after hitting a spinning one.”

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“NO MAK KICKS OUT!”

Thor gets up clearly flustered by this turn of events waiting for Mak to get up so he can show him his new move. Francis gets up on shaky leg and walks around like he’s been on a carnival ride. Hardcastle comes over to check on him as Thor stands behind the dizzy Francis and gets read to pick him up for an inverted tombstone – but Francis grabs Hardcastle’s arm yanking it towards him. This distracts the ref enough for the mule kick to go unnoticed.

“Another blatant low blow from Francis.”

“If the ref didn’t see it then it’s legal. The second rule of “Heel Tactics for Dummies”…For 29.95 plus 5.95 shipping and handling, you too can be a Franchise!”

And Francis takes the nut shotted Thor off his feet and to the mat. The Franchise works over the knee like only he can with stiff kicks and elbow drops to the joint. Until he’s finally prepared him for the figure four – which get countered into a roll up by Thor!

ONE

TWO

THR-

“No he gets out. Francis gets out.”

“See that was the only way Thor could have got a pin and Mak kicked out. Nothing Thor can do will put Mak down for the three.”

Francis gets up first and grabs Thor from behind as he’s pushing himself up off the mat. You can tell that Thor’s used up a lot of energy wit all his other attacks on Francis but the Franchise gives it all he’s got and hits one ugly looking release German that dumps Thor on his head and onto his belly. Mak slides over and makes the cover.

O-N-E

T-W-O

T-H-R-E-E-

“NO even after getting dumped on his head Thor kicks out.”

Francis gets up and yells at Hardcastle for what he believed to be a slow count and turns around right into a big boot from Thor. Thor claps his hands and bounces off the ropes driving the big leg right onto the canvas just missing Francis as he rolls out of the way.

Thor gets up holding his all ready worked over leg and receives an elbow to the chin knocking him loopy. Francis takes the opportunity and…

Hooks the front face lock…

Cradles the leg…

“Oh no, it’s looks like he’s going for the Franchise Tag!”

And he nails an implant DDT version of Franchise Tag!!!

ONE

“Game over!”

TWO

“Not like this after the low blow!”

THREE!

“TWO” shouts Hardcastle waving of the three and the crowd just tears the roof down with a thunderous shriek of joy!!

“I though it was over…How could he…He kicked out of the Franchise Tag…” bawls King like a little baby. Francis on the other hand gets up and jumps around like the match is over until Sexton sets him straight. Francis is in complete and utter shock. He quickly lunges at Hardcastle and backs him into the corner yelling for Hardcastle to change the count into a three. While the two men debate Thor has risen once again and walks behind Francis tapping him on the shoulder…

Francis turns right into a stiff right hand, which is followed up by a massive chop ** WHOOOOOOOOOO ** as Thor has gotten the time need to get his second or third wind if you will. Francis nails Hardcastle in the face as he slumps in the corner Thor sets up to Irish whip the Franchise and he does but it’s reversed – but there is a reversal of the reversal and Francis crushes Hardcastle. Then with a mighty roar Thor rushes the corner and Avalaches both men.

“Hardcastle taking more ref bumps here than in the entire show…”

Francis staggers out of the corner into a big boot…Thor does the claps bounces off the ropes and finally nails the BIG LEG DROP!

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR?

FIVE? Chants the crowd as the ref has been knocked out by Thor’s Avalache attack. Thor knows he needs to put Francis away so he lifts him back up to his feet.

And yes you guessed it, right after the ref bump Matt Myers chooses this time to come out.

“YES MYERS TO THE RESCUE!”

“This match is more like a three on one with Jenkins and Myers both coming down.”

“Well Thor shouldn’t have interfered in their match.”

And Matt Myers comes rushing down to ringside. Sexton Hardcastle is down and Mak is on dream-street from

Myers grabs the World title from the timekeeper and blazes into the ring. He lines up the belt…as Thor slaps a huge mitt around Francis’s throat signaling for the ever-dangerous choke slam that leads into his top rope elbow drop…

Myers rushes forward…

And you guessed it nails Mak dead square in the noggin as Thor sidesteps!

“NOT AGAIN DAMMIT! THREE TIMES IN A ROW! RIDICULOUS!!”

Thor just laughs and attacks Myers causing him to drop the World title belt. The two men trade right hands with Thor taking the advantage. Irish whip by the big man leads right into a Flying clothesline. Myers falls out of the ring as Francis finally starts to stir grabbing the fallen World Title. As Francis gets to his feet Matt Myers gets back up on the apron looking to get back into the ring – but Thor has other plans as he grabs Myers by the throat looking to choke slam him to the mats outside the ring!!

“WATCH OUT THOR!” Yells Edwin MacPhisto as Mak Francis charges in World Title over head…

“I can’t believe it…” shouts king like he’s gonna cry.

And of course Thor sidesteps ONCE AGAIN causing the self-proclaimed and now bloody Franchise to finally get some pay back on Myers…even if he didn’t mean to. Myers hits the outside like a sack of potatoes while inside Thor grabs his opponent and flips him upside down from behind into a modified tombstone cradle. Then he turns away from the ropes and in one fluid motion spikes the Franchise on his head by kneeling to the mat.

“Front faced TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER~! He hit a new version of RAGNAROK!!!!”

“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” Chants the Michigan crowd in response of a crazy finishing move never before seen out of Thor…

Little spots of blood sit on the mat where the finisher was hit as Hardcastle conveniently wakes up and crawls out of the corner to make the count.

O-N-E

T-W-O

“No he can’t pin Mak. He eats lightening and craps thunder…”

T-H-R-E-E

DING! DING! DING!

“The winner of this fall…THORRRRRRRRRRRRRR!”

“Thor gets the pin fall and they are tied at one, even with the slow count from Hardcastle!”

“I can’t believe it…he pinned Mak…”

“Believe it Kingy, Thor is in prime position to get the win now!”

Matt Myers finally gets up from the ground and sees Mak was pinned. He slowly walks out of the ringside area hopping the barricade flashing a middle finger towards the ring as he goes. Sexton gets up and shakes out the cobwebs but he never sees Myers make his exit. That section of the crowd boos as Myers makes his way out of the area but suddenly the crowd erupts and starts a “God of Thunder” chant as Thor has risen off of Mak Francis.

Thor asks Hardcastle if the next fall has officially begun and he shakes his head yes. Thor suddenly picks Mak up to his feet…

Slaps a huge mitt around Francis’s throat…

And drives him into the mat with a demoralizing chokeslam!!!

“Mak’s gonna lose…”

“Thor nailing that chokeslam and that leads to the final nail in Mak Francis’s bloody coffin!”

Hardcastle stands over Francis asking him if he’s okay, while Thor briefly goes outside the ring and climbs the buckles to set up for his “Crack of Thunder” elbow drop.

“Thor is going to end this right here and now with the Crack of Thunder!”

Thor is almost ready to jump off the top rope when Francis in a last ditch effort to save his title pushes Sexton Hardcastle into the ropes crotching the Norse God. Thor can only sit on the top rope in pain. Sexton falls back to the mat slingshoted by the top cable but the Franchise just ignores him and wipes the blood out of his eyes as he gets over to the turnbuckle. He slowly climbs them until he standing on the second rope.

He hooks on the front face lock…

“Dear God I thought he would never do it again!”

Cradles the leg…

“Thor ass is about to get knocked out!”

“MY GOD, it’s like CIA all over again! Will history repeat itself?”

…

And tries to lift once, twice, but the weight is too great. He tries one more time and finally lifts him and just drops to the mat in a mix of an implant DDT and FISHAMANBUSTA~!

** WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!! **

“Thor got his ticket punch for concussion junction no stop courtesy of the SJL World Heavyweight Champion! Did you hear the sound after Thor’s neck crunched into the canvas? That‘s the waahbulance coming to pick his knocked out ass up!”

“Well I must agree Thor has shown great heart kicking out of one Fisherman’s Buster earlier in the match but I don’t know who could kick out that…what the hell is Mak doing now?”

Francis rises up to his feet in as Thor is out cold. The Franchise doesn’t even go for the cover as Hardcastle just stands beside him with a WTF expression. Suddenly Francis reaches down and picks Thor up to his vertical base…

“I don’t get it King…”

“He’s gonna hit another Franchise Tag Axis. Isn’t it obvious?”

“WHAT?!” scream both Edwin and Axis as Mak locks on a front face lock and then starts yelling at Thor.

“YOU THINK YOU CAN KICK OUT OF MY FINISHER!” Yells an irate Francis.

“Thor ass is about to get knocked out AGAIN! I LOVE IT”

Francis looks like he’s lost it as he finally lifts him and just drops to the mat in a mix of an implant DDT and FISHAMANBUSTA~!

** WHAAAAAM!!! **

“I TOLD YOU NOT TO KICK OUT! I MADE YOU AND I CAN BREAK YOU DAMMIT!” Yells Francis at the top of his lungs as he gets up again dragging Thor up to his feet. Hardcastle signals for the bell making a judgment call as Axis tries to call the action.

DING! DING! DING!

“The winner of this match and still your SJL WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION “THE FARNCHISE” MAAAAAK FRAAAAAANCISssssssss!”

But Francis doesn’t stop. The ringside fans can here him making comments from his interview earlier in the show and Axis…well he’s just at a loss for words…

“I just can’t believe this…He sets it up…”

Hardcastle asks for the bell again…

DING! DING! DING!

But Francis gets him up after two tries and…

** WHAAAM!!! **

“AND DELIVERS A THIRD FRANCHISE TAG TO THOR!”

“I told you Thor… I will win and you will lose…” gets pick up by Hardcastle, the TV cameras, the announcers and a few fans around the ring.

The announcers at the table except Suicide King who is laughing look on in horror as Mak picks Thor up for another Franchise Tag! The crowd can’t even boo or taunt as Francis tries to lift Thor one more time.

He tries…

And tries…

But he finally gives up and drops Thor’s limp body to the ground. Mak falls back onto the ropes blood caked on his face, for support and looks at Thor one last time before saying…

“I told you I’m the Franchise…who the fuck are you to tell me otherwise.”

And with that SJL WRATH fades to black with the logo in the bottom right corner.

August 28, 2002

Open up with a shot of the door to the parking garage. It should be opening any minute now… and yes, there’s Jacob Helmsley now, with Fred Hallbrook right behind. The two appear to be engaged in conversation… let’s take a listen.

“Damn, man,” Jacob says to Fred, “I can’t believe I let that Manson freak beat me.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it, Jacob, you’ll get ‘em next time,” Fred replies reassuringly.

“Yeah, but it hurts right here to get beat by a guy named after a serial killer, you know?”

“Look on the bright side: You didn’t lose to a guy named Dahmer.”

The two laugh, but suddenly Frederick Hallbrook’s laughter is cut short! Jacob Helmsley turns around… to see his manager, Fred Hallbrook, laying on the concrete, unconscious and bleeding from one shot! Jake looks up… to see Mike Van Siclen standing, smiling, with a tire iron in his hand! Jacob, enraged, makes a charge at Van Siclen, but Mike leapfrogs the Psycho Mantis! Jacob immediately turns around… and gets leveled by a right hand! Helmsley goes down but quickly gets back up, charging Mike… but Mike ducks down, allowing Jacob to go over him in what would be a back body drop, but Mike grabs Helmsley’s legs! Stalling a bit, Mike decides to screw that and sits out with a Van Slaminator on the concrete to Helmsley!

…

A red Mercedes pulls up next to Mike, the driver’s side next to Mike’s right side. Mike looks at the car and the window rolls down, revealing the beautifully buxom blonde from the hospital, Katelyn, sitting in the driver’s seat. She smiles at Mike.

“I’ve never been part of a hit and run before!” she squeals excitedly.

Mike looks at her with a cold stare. “This wasn’t a hit and run, baby… this… was… a… massacre.” Mike spits down at Jacob’s unconscious form. “See you on Crimson.”

Mike walks around the car, getting into the passenger’s side as Katie puts the pedal to the metal, leaving a broken Jacob Helmsley and Fred Hallbrook… to rot.

====================================

August 28, 2002

FUCKING COMPUTER CRASHING MAKING ME LOSE MY SUMMARY.... ANYWAY.

Mike says how great he is, and how much Thor sucks.

Singles Match

Leon Sharpe vs. Blank

Blank wins with his blankness by a blank submission move.

Mike was on about something here.

Singles Match

Flexxx vs. Kamikaze

No contest ending with Edwin getting hit. Or something.

#1 Contendership to the SJL European Title

Matt Myers vs. “Hollywood” Spike Jenkins

Joint match that Myer's didn't contribute too due to communication things. No contest.

Singles Match

Manson vs. Jacob Helmsley

King was too busy giving G oral to mark this match.

MAIN EVENT

2 Out of 3 Falls For The SJL World Heavyweight Title

Mak wins. Again. Surely he must be the most successful champ in a while...

Mike promo beating up Jake. \m/

SJL Wrath, August 27th

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