SJL Wrath (September 24, 2002)

[Guest HVilleThugg]

The Card

 

 

HARDCORE MATCH

Ejiro Fasaki vs. Johnny “The Barracuda” Dangerous

- Can Fasaki turn the Barracuda into sushi? Let’s find out!

 

SINGLES MATCH

Wildchild vs. Jack The Ripper

- I like this kid. Let’s see how he does against a 150 year old serial killer, shall we?

 

SINGLES MATCH

Thor vs. Judge Mental

- Well, the God of Thunder is understandably upset at losing his chance at the gold to this nutjob. Here, he gets another chance to bust out that Mjolnir spot I’ve been dying to see. Either that or come to the ring in a chariot pulled by goats. One of the two.

 

WORLD TITLE #1 CONTENDERSHIP TWO OUT OF THREE FALLS MATCH

Fugue vs. MVS

- The final participant in the fatal fourway for the World title at the next show will be determined tonight! And because some people may think they were cheated out of this match earlier, now they have a chance to make up for it because it’s 2 out of 3 falls!

 

MAIN EVENT

HELL IN A CELL!!!

Mak Francis vs. Matt Myers

- Well, the sWo comes to a screeching halt, and it stops here. I'm sure Myers wishes he still had the Euro title, but I'm willing to bet that a win over this former world champion and current #1 contender would go a long way towards Myers's ultimate goal...the SJL World Heavyweight Title. Oh yeah...Myers is a beeatch...

[Guest HVilleThugg]

Moments after the opening antics of fireworks, screaming fans, and sign waving begin to dwindle down, the cameras focus in on Wrath’s commentators. Axis, SJL Commissioner Edwin MacPhisto, and the Lord of the heartbreakers, The Suicide King!

 

“Good evening and welcome to another exciting edition of SJL Wrath live from Dayton, Ohio!” Axis Begins. “Tonight is going to be one pulse pounding show, starting off with our first match for the night!”

 

“That’s right!” Edwin eagerly cuts in. “Were starting things off in the most violent of ways, with a HARDCORE MATCH! Featuring none other than the speed demon Ejiro Fasaki and Johnny Dangerous!”

 

Upon hearing the competitors name’s, The Suicide King lets out quite the noticeable sigh. “My God, Edwin…Ejiro Fasaki and Johnny Dangerous in a hardcore match? You must really be getting desperate for ideas I mean come on! This is going to be about as hardcore as a bra and panties match!”

 

“Tsk-Tsk Mr. Suicide King, you should know never to under estimate what two grapplers are capable of. Why I remember when you thought you had our match won and I..”

 

“ALRIGHT!” Barks the Suicide King! “You made your stupid point, can we just get on with this so called hardcore match now?”

 

“Man!” Axis remarks. “You two are worse than a married couple sometimes!”

 

After a moment of silence in which Axis almost has four holes stared right through him, Axis decides to start the show. “Ok, they can come out now…Yeah.”

 

Toby the sound technician nods in agreement as he hears the orders and cues the first theme for tonight…Biohazard’s “Sellout”! The song begins to rumble through the massive wall to wall speakers, signaling the entrance of Ejiro Fasaki and sparking a nice pop from the crowd. Ejiro walks out into the spotlight, dressed head to toe in red, and carrying his weapon of choice….Mr. Steel Chair.

 

“Entering first in this hardcore match schedule for one fall!” Funyon bellows. “Weighing in at one hundred and eighty eight pounds, he hails from Sarasota, Florida….EJIIIIIIIIIIIIIRO FASAKIIIIIII!!!!”

 

“OHHH!” Remarks a surprised Edwin. “I can already tell this is going to be a vicious one! Now Ejiro won’t have to worry about bleaching his tights after spilling Johnny’s blood on them!”

 

Ejiro slides into the ring and heads right for the middle of the ropes. Leaning on them, Ejiro holds his chair out for all the masses to see.

 

“I bet Ejiro is just itching to put a face print of Johnny into that chair.” Says Edwin

 

“I could imagine.” Adds Axis. “After all it’s almost common knowledge that Ejiro really doesn’t seem to care all that much for Johnny Dangerous or his sudden popularity.”

 

“Could I be detecting a bit of jealousy?” Ask Edwin.

 

“Jealous?” A shocked Suicide King tosses in. “Maybe Ejiro is just as sick and tired of hearing about Johnny Dangerous as me! Johnny this, Johnny that! It’s enough to make a man want to throw up!”

 

Suddenly darkness overcomes as the house lights fade and a voice sounding much like the name announcer from Mortal Kombat says..”JOHNNY DANGEROUS!”

 

“Oh my God..” The Suicide King shamefully bows his head into his hands.

 

Despite the King’s despair, the crowds let out a mighty cheer upon hearing the name announced. A techno version of the theme to “James Bond” begins thumping throughout the arena, while enough flashing lights to kill an epileptic bring out Johnny Dangerous!

 

“And his opponent! Weighing in at two hundred and five pounds, he hails from Las Vegas, Nevada….JOOOOOOHHNY DANGEROUS!!!” As Funyon concludes his introductions he leaves the ring and takes a seat in a metal folding chair next to the commentators table.

 

“Wow! This must be the Hard Core version of Johnny Dangerous!” Shouts Edwin. “I can already imagine the action figure!”

 

Hard Core Johnny?” The Suicide King scoffs. “He don’t look any different! He’s still wearing that dreaded suit!”

 

“Ahh, but it’s what’s in the suit that counts.”

 

Johnny stands on the center of the ramp, blowing kisses to all the beautiful damsels in the crowd when out of absolutely no where….

 

CLLLAANNNNGG!!!!

 

“OH MY GOD!” Shouts Axis as he almost shits a brick! “Ejiro just knocked the living daylights out of Johnny with that chair!”

 

“Where did he come from?” Ask Edwin. “I thought he was in the ring!”

 

“That chair was simply the Kiss of Death for Johnny!” Adds King

 

Johnny’s eye’s roll back into his head seconds before a single droplet of blood streams from his forehead and Johnny falls backwards onto the ramp! Satisfied, Ejiro slings his chair to the ground and grabs onto Johnny’s leg, dragging him towards the ring. After a few moments Ejiro reaches the ring, rolls Johnny in, rolls himself in, and Sexton Hardcastle motions for the bell.

 

DING!DING!DING!

 

“And this one is underway!” Says Axis.

 

“And I think it’s already over!” The Suicide King adds in.

 

Ejiro drops a quick elbow into Johnny’s sternum just for the extra effect, followed by a cover.

 

 

One!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Two!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thr..No! A fraction of a second before Sexton’s hand can seal the deal, Johnny thrust his shoulder up much to the delight of the fans!

 

“That was a little too close of a call this early in the match up.” Says Axis.

 

A little peeved that his surprise attack didn’t exactly work as seamless as planned, Ejiro pulls Johnny to his feet and lays a hard right into his jaw! THWACK! The blow almost spins Johnny completely around and almost back to the ground but Ejiro grabs onto his arm and whips him right into the ropes. Johnny springs off the ropes, heading right back towards Ejiro like an out of control pinball, and right into a stiff spinning heel kick! The blow lifts Johnny right off his feet sending his body into an out of control flat spin to the mat, where he lands face first with a tremendous thud!

 

“I think Ejiro just knocked the taste straight out of Johnny’s mouth!” Shouts Edwin!

 

Ejiro makes quick haste to roll Johnny over onto his back, hooking his leg and rearing back for the pin!

 

One!!!

 

 

Two!!!

 

 

“Not quite!” Says Axis. “Johnny manages to get his shoulder up again, only not quite so close this time.”

 

“I think that fool has some kind of cheap device hidden away in that suit!” Says the Suicide King.

 

“What kind of cheap device would that be?” Ask Edwin.

 

“I’m not sure, but I think it’s some lift or something that automatically throws his shoulder up, causing the illusion of a kick out.”

 

“It’s ok, King.” Says Edwin as he pats the Suicide King on his back. “Some of us have a very vivid imagination, it’s just a shame yours got mixed in with the vivid STUPATION!”

 

“I swear to God, Edwin! I’ll beat you like a red headed stepchild!”

 

Back to the action, Ejiro being the kind hearted soul that he is help’s Johnny to his feet, adding a few thrust of his knee into Johnny’s gut just so he doesn’t get to attached then slings him to the ropes! Johnny bounces back for Ejiro, who lowers his head ready to tackle Johnny just when he approaches when..

 

CRACK!!

 

“FINALLY!” Screams Axis, marking out just as bad as the now screaming crowd, when Johnny Dangerous comes back to life and plants the toe of his foot into Ejiro’s face!

 

“Ejiro telegraphed the hell out of that one, giving Johnny Dangerous the opening he desperately needed!”

 

Ejiro stumbles back a step or two, momentarily stunned from the blow and Johnny wraps his arm around the back of Ejiro’s head, dropping him head first into the mat with a thunderous DDT! WHAM!!

 

“I think Johnny Dangerous might of just put himself back into this match!” Says Edwin.

 

Ejiro lays flat on his back, a little shaken from the blow to his head as Johhny looks on. His face already covered in his own blood from the chair shot he took earlier. His breathing becomes deeper and deeper as his anger begins to grow. Until “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! Johnny lets out a malicious battle cry, sparking a round of cheers from the crowds. Fuming he begins to unravel his necktie, and unbutton his top shirt button. “So you want hard core do you?” He yells at Ejiro who has now come back to his senses, but his eyes are wide open in amazement as he witnesses this new side to Johnny Dangerous!

 

“Umm? Edwin, you have any insights into this?” Ask Axis.

 

“Well, it appears that Johnny Dangerous is how should I say it….Mad, Perhaps? Whatever it is it looks like it may spark what we have been waiting to see!”

 

“What violence? It better damn well get violent if you expect me to keep watching these fruits!” The Suicide King adds his two cents in for whatever it’s worth.

 

Johhny angrily slams his tie to the ground and heads right for Ejiro who throws his dukes up, ready to engage! Ejiro throws his fist out but the spy with a vengeance strafes to the side just enough to avoid the blow, and returns fire with a stiff right hand to Ejiro! Johnny follows up with a left of the same caliber, and then another right that he sends smashing into Ejiro’s temple! The last blow knocks Ejiro down to one knee and a stiff elbow to the back of the head knocks him down to the second! Johnny backs up a few steps, raises his arm to the crowds and charges in and sends a sharp kick straight into Ejiro’s jaw like a punter making the winning field goal of the game! THWACK!!

 

“OUCH!” Shouts Axis! “If that didn’t just shatter Ejiro’s jaw than I don’t know what the hell would!”

 

“Oh come on, Axis! You can do better than that!” Says Edwin as the Suicide King lowers his head in disbelief once again tonight, for he knows what comes next.

 

“What’s that, Edwin?” Ask a baffled Axis.

 

“IT”S GOOOOOOOOODDDDD!!!!!”

 

“I’m sorry but that was lame. Even for you, Edwin.” Says Axis.

 

Johnny begins to pick Ejiro back up to his feet as Ejiro tries to realign his jaw structure and whips him to the ropes with authority! Johnny charges in behind Ejiro ready to clothesline him right over the top rope, but suddenly a strange turn of events! Seconds before Ejiro collides with the ropes, he slams on his brakes coming to a screeching halt and lowers himself just enough to catch Johnny by surprise! Ejiro strikes with the speed of a cobra, grabbing onto Johnny’s jacket and using his own momentum against him flips him right out of the ring! Before Johnny can even realize what’s going on he finds his body plastered all over the cold hard concrete floor that surrounds the ring! “Yeah!” Ejiro shouts as he thrust his arm into the air, sparking a surge of cheers from the audience!

 

“How are we going to get him off the floor now?” Ask the Suicide King.

 

Edwin thinks for a moment than answers. “Anyone got a putty knife?”

 

With the momentum of the match and the crowds slowly coming to Ejiro’s side, he ascends the turnbuckle closest to Johnny on the outside. For a moment he perches on top of the turnbuckle like some vulture ready to swoop down on its furry prey, then he stands.

 

“Could it be?” Axis ask whoever is listening. “I think we are about to get Ejiro’s patented Screaming Elbow all the way from the top of that turnbuckle!!”

 

“Who would it hurt more though?” Edwin also ask to whoever wants to reply. “From that height Ejiro could shatter his own elbow!”

 

“Pfft, Johnny will just move. They always do.” The Suicide King adds in, always the one to ruin the drama and suspense for the others.

 

Ejiro takes one deep breath, then without a second hesitation he hurls his body high into the air! He begins to come down over Johnny, and throws his elbow out as he spins to come down back first! Right into the center of..

 

“THE FLOOR!!” Shouts Edwin!

 

“Johnny moved, and not a second to late either!” Axis adds in.

 

“Yeah, Ejiro there gave the floor one hell of a screaming elbow! I don’t think it’s getting up from that one. Regardless…I told you he would move.”

 

“Oh stuff a sock in it, King!” Barks Axis.

 

Ejiro cradles his elbow, rolling in pain as Johnny himself clenches his teeth, grimacing from the pain rippling from his spine. None the less, hurt or not these two continue. Johnny reaches down and pulls Ejiro up from his injured arm, causing the speed demon to let out a painful cry as he whips Ejiro into the steel steps!

 

C-CLLAANNNNGGG!!!

 

The sound of bone crunching against metal rings out as Ejiro slams into the steps, flipping over them and landing flat on his face! Ejiro tries as he might to roll with the blow and begins to crawl down the outside of the ring, hoping to give him enough time to pull himself back together without Johhny pounding onto his arm anymore. Not quite so as Johnny stocks Ejiro ever so slowly. Ejiro reaches the crowd barrier and decides that this would be a good spot to hell him pull himself up. Ejiro pulls himself up and turns to look back towards Johnny, only to see him charging in like a bull with his horns aimed right at him. Quickly Ejiro rolls and Johhny’s head slams right into the barrier!

 

WHAM!!!

 

“A spear attempt by Johnny Dangerous miss fires, and he rammed his head right into that barrier!” Says Axis.

 

“Johnny’s going to be seeing stars straight into next week from that one!” Shout’s Edwin.

 

Johnny stumbles back a step giving Ejiro the chance he desperately needs and he takes it, grabbing the back of Johnny’s head and viciously slamming it into the barrier! Johnny’s head bounces back like a ping pong ball, and Ejiro grabs on again only this time sending him face first into the steel ring post!

 

CLLLAANNNNGG!!!!

 

Again Johnny stumbles back, circling around in some disoriented dizzy spell and Ejiro grabs him one more time. Only now Ejiro backs Johnny up and runs him head first for the pole! NO! Johnny throws his arms up just in time to block it, turns, grabs Ejiro’s head and spikes it as well into the post!

 

CLLLLAANNNGGGG!!!!

 

Ejiro falls to the floor in a heaping mess as blood begins to pour from his head. Convinced that he has it made Johnny throws his arm out to the crowd, eliciting another cheap pop from this audience. Johnny then falls over himself, the blow finally sinking in.

 

“Good God!” Shouts Axis! “These two are bloodied and battered! I don’t think either one of them could take much more punishment!

 

“Their bodies are broken like a piece of cheap Formica!”

 

“Umm, Edwin.” The Suicide King begins. “When the hell have you ever seen Formica that wasn’t cheap?”

 

“Wal-Mart.” He answers.

 

Ejiro is the first to make it back to his feet, and heads right over to Funyon. “MOVE!” he barks, pushing Funyon off and folding up his chair.

 

“Hey now, don’t get nasty with Funyon.” The Suicide King retorts. “Hey get this damn spy away from me!”

 

Ejiro turns back towards Johnny, but the dangerous spy is already up only using the commentator’s table to support him. With Johnny still a bit dazed, Ejiro rushes in and rears back on his chair! Ejiro Swings his chair out like Mark McGuire about to make another homerun, only the baseball is now Johnny’s head! Suddenly Johnny senses the impending danger and jumps out of the way, but Ejiro doesn’t have the time to stop, he’s already to far into his swing! Instead he smacks the next nearest thing that was by Johnny….THE SUICIDE KING!!

 

“WATCH THE FU..”

 

CRAAAACCKKKK!!!!!

 

The entire arenas mouth drops to the floor as the Kings body crumbles to the floor. Ejiro looks at the damage done, his eye’s wider than they have ever been in his life, Johnny’s too. “Oh shit.” Ejiro mumbles to himself.

 

“King? Are you alright?” Ask Edwin. “Ahh never mind, that’s the only way we will get some piece and quiet for a moment.”

 

“Yeah, I was about to ask.” Axis begins. “When did you become concerned over him?”

 

“Hey!” Edwin shouts towards Ejiro. “It’s ok, go on about your business now!”

 

Ejiro and Dangerous look towards each other for some kind of reply, but none comes from either direction. Johnny motions towards the ring and Ejiro nods in agreement. Johnny slides in first and turns around ready to re start the match, when…

 

 

CLAAAANNNNGG!!!!

 

“Ejiro just cold cocked Johnny with that chair….AGAIN!!” Says Axis.

 

“That was dirty.”

 

Back inside the ring Ejiro pulls Johnny up and thrust his foot into his gut, doubling him over. Ejiro slings his arm over Johnny’s head and runs straight for the turnbuckle. He reaches the turnbuckle but doesn’t loose an ounce of speed, instead he runs right up the side of it, flips over in mid air and brings Johnny down head first with a tremendous DDT right onto the chair!

 

WHHAAAAMMMM!!!!!

 

Johnny’s head bounces off the chair, flipping his entire body in a side three hundred degree spin, and finally crashes into the mat!

 

“EJIROCUTION! EJIROCUTION! THIS ONE IS OVER!!” Screams Axis like a school girl!

 

“Say it ain’t so!” a shocked Edwin says. “Someone has finally beaten Johnny Dangerous!”

 

Ejiro hooks the leg, and rears back like never before with blood pouring from every crevice in his body for the hard-sought pin! Sexton hurdles his body to the mat, and begins to make the count.

 

 

 

ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THRE…”OH MY GOD, NO!” Shouts Edwin, shocked as he sees the recovered Suicide King in the ring, pulling Ejiro off of Johnny! “WHAT’S HE DOING?” The crowd fires off a tremendous volley of heat, jeering ever so loudly.

 

Shocked but not at all surprised since he did level the Suicide King with that chair, Ejiro gets right up in the Suicide Kings face! WHACK!! King rains down on Ejiro with blow after vicious blow!

 

“The Suicide King is assaulting Ejiro! Somebody tell him it was an accident!” Shouts Axis!

 

“I DON’T THINK YOUR GOING TO REASON WITH THE SUICIDE KING, AXIS!! BELIEVE ME I’VE TRIED!”

 

The Suicide King lifts the dazed Ejiro up from behind and grabs his left arm with his left! “Tell me this isn’t coming, Edwin!”

 

“Oh, it’s going to come!”

 

He wraps his right arm around Ejiro’s neck in a half nelson and swiftly sweeps his feet out from under him, sending Ejiro face first into the chair he just placed Johnny in!!!

 

WHAMMMMMMMMM!!!!!

 

“I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD SAY IT BUT GOD DAMNED!! JOKERS WILD! JOKERS WILD!” Edwin shouts while almost in a moment of disbelief for what he just witnessed.

 

With that the Suicide King gives Ejiro one last kick, turns and throws his arm out to the masses, who fire back enough heat to kill a camel. The King smiles knowing his reputation is finely cemented still, and leaves the ring heading back to the table.

 

“Well once again, both men are out cold! Only this time I don’t think there is any getting up!” Says Axis.

 

“Umm..tell that to Johnny than, Axis.” Edwin points out.

 

Sure enough Johnny has managed to muster enough strength to drag his corpse over towards Ejiro, where he lays his arm for a cover.

 

One!!!!!

 

 

 

 

Two!!!!

 

 

 

 

Three!!!!

 

 

DING!DING!DING!

 

Sexton grabs the limp arm of Johnny Dangerous holding it up in victory as Funyon still standing makes the ruling known. “And your winner……JOHHHHHHNNNY DANGERROUS!!!”

 

“This is total carnage! Johnny used the last bit of strength he had to make that pin. Look at them there laying in there like some hulking pile of garbage!” Says Axis.

 

“Alright, am I back on?” The Suicide King ask.

 

“Jesus Christ, King!” Edwin shouts. “You messed up a perfectly fine match! Ejiro didn’t mean to hit you with that chair!”

 

“Oh shit, you guys should be happy that your boy Dangerous there is still undefeated. And he owes it all to me. Now maybe all these junior punks will think twice before swinging a chair my way!”

 

“Well you could look at it that way I suppose, but I still don’t agree. We might have to have a rematch just because of you!”

 

“Ok guy’s we can discuss this later.” Interrupts Axis. “After a hard battle, Johnny Dangerous is declared the winner here. Next up the battle rages on, only this time newcomer Wildchild takes on Jack the Ripper. We will be right back, just as soon as we can get these two cleared out of here.

[Guest HVilleThugg]

"Welcome back to SJL Wrath. I’m Axis, alongside Edwin and The Suicide King!”

 

The camera pans around the arena, stopping on a few particularly excited fans. The camera then centers on the entrance ramp.

 

“We’re about to see yet some more new blood, the Wildchild, taking on Jack the Ripper.” Announces Axis.

 

The lights in the Ervin J. Nutter center slowly dim as Marilyn Manson’s “The Fight Song” explodes from the sound system. The Pyro erupting from the sides illuminates the entrance ramp. Jack the Ripper steps out of the darkness onto the entrance ramp as black and white pictures of East End London flash across the screen in a creepy way that disturbs the senses.

 

“THIS BOUT SET FOR ONE FALL, INTRODUCING FIRST, HAILING FROM LONDON, ENGLAND” announces Funyon in his usual melodramatic way, trying to ignore the boos.

 

“Jack the Ripper’s desperate for a win here. He hasn’t had much luck since making his return to the SJL a few weeks ago.” Claims Axis.

 

The Ripper rushes down the ring ready to fight. He hangs his trench coat over Matthew Kivell’s hands after sliding into the ring.

 

“What are you talking about Axis? Jack’s the one who found out Johnny Dangerous was a spy!” says Edwin laughing.

 

Jack the Ripper jumps up onto the turnbuckle, taunts the crowd a little before jumping back down, and getting in his ready position.

 

“The Wildchild defeated Matthew Kivell in a dark match on Metal.” Says Axis pointing out that Matthew Kivell is the referee in this match. “Kivell just can’t get a win.”

 

“The Everlasting Gaze” by Smashing Pumpkins hits. The Wildchild steps out and makes himself known to the crowd. His blue, black, and yellow face paint puts emphasis on his many facial expressions. He slowly walks down to the ramp, taking time to appreciate the fans.

 

“AND HIS OPPONENT, FROM THE BAHAMAS, WEIGHING IN AT 217 POUNDS, THE WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLDDDDCHIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLDD!”

 

The Wildchild jumps up onto the apron and crawls over the second rope. Jack the Ripper wastes no time with the Wildchild and immediately starts throwing punches. Jack the Ripper pulls him into the ring and whips him into the ropes. Jack follows that up with an attempted clothesline, but the Wildchild ducks it, grabs a hold of his arm, and uses his arm to toss Jack over him delivering a Japanese arm drag.

 

“The Ripper needs a win here if he hopes to be anything in the SJL,” comments Axis. “He’s lost pretty much every match since his return.”

 

“What? He beat Cutthroat and discovered the true identity of Johnny Dangerous,” adds the laughing Edwin.

 

Jack the Ripper immediately gets back up and ducks behind the Wildchild. He latches onto the Wildchild’s back, but the Wildchild foils the Ripper’s attempt at a German suplex with a few elbows to Jack’s head. The Wildchild ducks down, grabs a hold of Jack’s right leg, and rolls over, doing a schoolboy.

 

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JACK THE RIPPER BREAKS LOOSE

 

“That was one of the fanciest pin attempts I’ve seen in a while,” says Axis.

 

Both men make it to their feet at about the same time. They circle around each other for a moment before locking up. Jack forces the Wildchild into a headlock that lasts only a couple of seconds. After that, Jack purposely falls to his knees, picks the Wildchild up, and drops him to his side.

 

“Jack the Ripper needs to starts out with those littler, more subtle moves like that fireman’s carry to gain the advantage of the match,” Axis adds to the audience watching at home.

 

The Ripper rolls the Wildchild over, grabs his ankle, and locks on an ankle lock. Jack the Ripper twists it to one side, and then to the other, doing his own version of the ankle lock. Jack repeats this cycle a few times before the Wildchild grabs onto the turnbuckle. Jack refuses to let go of the hold for a moment but finally does so when Matthew Kivell threatens to disqualify him. Jack the Ripper sits up and looks up to the crowd with a crazy look before placing the Wildchild’s head over the first rope. He then uses his knee to push down on the Wildchild’s neck, choking him over the bottom rope. Matthew Kivell pulls Jack the Ripper off, Jack pretends to back off but then continues to choke the Wildchild over the bottom rope.

 

“Jack the Ripper has to keep the Wildchild on the ground if he hopes to win this match. The Wildchild is probably the fastest wrestler in the SJL,” says Axis, helping out the fans at home.

 

“The Wildchild has to be in pain.”

 

Jack finally takes his knee off of the Wildchild after Matthew Kivell threatens to disqualify him, once again. The Ripper pulls the Wildchild’s head out of the ring and pulls it back inside the ring above the second turnbuckle. Jack the Ripper then locks on a crossface and jams his knee into the Wildchild’s back.

 

“Jack the Ripper has a cheap but effective strategy here. He’s working the Wildchild’s neck,” Axis adds.

 

Matthew Kivell starts to try and get the Ripper to let go of the Wildchild. Jack the Ripper finally lets go, allowing the Wildchild to pull his head back inside of the ropes. Jack pulls the Wildchild’s head up a little and kicks him right in the face, drawing a little blood.

 

“WHAT A KICK!”

 

Jack then begins a cycle of stomps to no particular area of the Wildchild’s body. He connects with the back, legs, ankles, neck, and head. Jack the Ripper then pulls the Wildchild up by his hair and tries to whip him; the Wildchild reverses and whips Jack into the turnbuckle. The Wildchild immediately follows that up with a fast hip toss.

 

“The Wildchild has got to be one of the fastest wrestlers in the SJL,” says Axis.

 

The Wildchild jumps up onto the second turnbuckle, ferociously starts throwing punches at Jack the Ripper’s head before grabbing Jack’s shoulders, jamming his feet into the Ripper’s stomach, then falling back and flipping Jack onto his back. The Wildchild then sits up and jumps onto the 2nd rope before jumping back off. The Wildchild flips in the air and hits the mat.

 

“It looks like nobodies home for the Wildchild,” says Axis. “The Wildchild is running around this arena like a bat out of hell.”

 

“I’ve seen one of those before,” adds The Suicide King in a tauntingly sarcastic voice.

 

Jack the Ripper slowly gets up, holding his back in pain, and climbs up onto the second turnbuckle. Jack the Ripper then lets go of his back and in a suicidal-type-of-attack jumps off and flips in the air, delivering an Asai moonsault.

 

“The Ripper counters an Asai moonsault with an Asai moonsault,” points out Edwin, thinking about the simplistic irony.

 

Jack the Ripper hooks the Wildchild’s left leg and shifts his weight over towards the Wildchild’s shoulders.

 

“THIS COULD BE IT…” shouts Axis

 

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2

KICK OUT

 

 

“THE WILDCHILD KICK OUT AFTER TWO.”

 

Jack the Ripper slowly pulls the Wildchild to his feet and delivers a few fast punches to the head with a frustrated look on his face. The Ripper then kicks the Wildchild in the stomach and then in the face, almost like a ripple effect. Jack then grabs a hold of the Wildchild and pulls him backwards as he kicks him in the back of the leg, doing a Russian leg sweep/kick.

 

“Jack the Ripper’s taking the Wildchild apart,” shouts Axis.

 

Jack pauses for a second before climbing up onto the turnbuckle. He throws a sick glance at the crowd before jumping off, flipping in the air, but nobodies home.

 

“OWCH! Jack misses a Swanton Bomb,” says Edwin, with a lot of emphasis on the “ouch.”

 

The Wildchild crawls over to Jack the Ripper and pulls him up as he gets up himself. The Wildchild pulls Jack the Ripper over to the corner and throws a few punches before applying a standing arm bar. The Wildchild looks up to the crowd before climbing up onto the turnbuckle and changing from arm bar to wristlock. The Wildchild begins walking along the rope, pulling the Ripper along behind him. The Wildchild stops near the next turnbuckle, looks up at the crowd with a look of appreciation on his painted face before jumping off the turnbuckle and delivering a huge Tornado DDT.

 

“WHOOA! What a DDT,” shots Axis. “The Wildchild isn’t holding anything back.”

 

“An arm bar, wristlock, and then a tornado off of the ropes,” adds in Edwin.

 

“That’s the Wildchild’s praying rope walk,” says Axis, filling in the crowd on the Wildchild’s move list.

 

The Wildchild looks up at the crowd in before hooking Jack the Ripper’s left leg and going for a pin…

 

“This could be it,” explains Axis. “The Wildchild knows how to pull off some great

Moves.”

 

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JACK THE RIPPER GETS A SHOULDER UP

 

The crowd begins to boo at Jack the Ripper kicking out.

 

“So close,” shouts Axis trying to excite the fans at home. “We’ve had quite a few excellent wrestlers join the SJL lately.”

 

“Johnny Dangerous and Ejiro Fasaki,” says Edwin.

 

The Wildchild hops back up, raises his hand to the crowd and jumps up onto the turnbuckle.

 

“This could be the end for Jack the Ripper,” says Axis.

 

The Wildchild jump off back first into the air and lands one the mat on his front side.

 

“OUCH! Jack the Ripper rolls away from a moonsault,” exclaims Edwin.

 

“The Wildchild was trying to finish off the match quickly,” adds Axis. “But it didn’t work out for him.”

 

Neither of the two wrestlers moves for a moment. Jack the Ripper sits up as the Wildchild rolls over in pain. The Ripper shoots a dirty look at the crowd before rolling over onto his knees and pulling both himself and the Wildchild to their feet. Jack hastily whips the Wildchild, the Wildchild reverses with a whip, but Jack the Ripper brings a hard knee into the Wildchild’s gut before he could release Jack. The Ripper then delivers a few hard punches to the head of the Wildchild before wildly whipping him into the ropes. On the Wildchild’s way back, Jack grabs his arm before hitting a leg sweep, and applying an arm bar.

 

“Jack the Ripper’s trying to find a weak point on the Wildchild’s body,” comments Axis.

 

“It looked like Jack stretched out the Wildchild’s arm there when he pulled on it when he hit that leg sweep,” says Edwin.

 

The Suicide King looks on from the commentary table, “Jack’s like a wolverine!”

 

The Wildchild breaks away from Jack with a little effort and causing a lot of pain to his own arm. Jack the Ripper pulls the Wildchild back onto his back in a display of rage before going for a pin…

 

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THE WILDCHILD BREAKS LOOSE

 

“Jack the Ripper is very desperate for a win tonight,” says Axis explaining his opinion. “Nevertheless, that pin just wasn’t going to work out.”

 

“What was that? He really is crazy,” adds Edwin.

 

Jack sits up and starts throwing punches at the Wildchild. The Ripper the gets up while the Wildchild lies in pain and starts doing a series of elbow drops. Jack delivers an elbow drop, gets back up, delivers another elbow drop, and so on. After doing this several times, the frustrated Ripper climbs to the top of the turnbuckle. He then jumps off and delivers an elbow drop to the Wildchild’s right arm from the turnbuckle. Jack the Ripper then claps his hand in Matthew Kivell’s direction before hooking one of the Wildchild’s legs in hopes of winning the match by pin…

 

“I don’t know if the Wildchild has it in him to kick out,” shouts Axis, trying to make the play-by-play commentary as exciting as he can.

 

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THE WILDCHILD KICKS OUT

 

“The Wildchild narrowly escapes defeat there.”

 

Jack the Ripper gets up and starts yelling at the crowd.

 

“YOU’RE PISS-EYED DRUNK YOU BLOODY PILES OF—“

 

Jack then literally yanks the Wildchild up his hair before whipping him into the ropes. Jack pulls his arm up, getting ready to clothesline the Wildchild on his way back, but the Wildchild counters with a spear, knock the Ripper on his side. Jack the Ripper immediately gets up and backs into the turnbuckle. The man from the Bahamas follows that up with a glance to the now cheering crowd and then another spear to the gut of Jack the Ripper.

 

“A spear followed up with a spear,” says Edwin, pointing out the obvious.

 

The Wildchild then throws a few wild punches before jumping up onto the second turnbuckle, throwing another couple of punches to the top of Jacks head. The Wildchild then latches onto Jack’s shoulder’s, jams his boots into the Ripper’s gut, and falls backward, flipping Jack onto his back, delivering a monkey flip.

 

“That’s the third monkey flip tonight,” comments Edwin.

 

The Wildchild then rolls back forward, up to the turnbuckle, quickly climbs back up and signals to the crowd.

 

“That was quick!”

 

The Wildchild jumps off backwards as the crowd pops pretty well with cheers for a never-before-seen wrestler, other than a dark match. The Wildchild hits a moonsault before hooking Jack the Ripper’s leg and going for a pin…

 

“This could very well be it,” shouts Axis, trying to keep the commentary entertaining.

 

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JACK THE RIPPER KICKS OUT

 

“Jack kicks out after two!”

 

The Wildchild doesn’t even stop for breath before pulling himself and Jack the Ripper up. The Wildchild whips Jack into the ropes and bounces himself off the opposite set of ropes. The Wildchild soars through the air delivers a flying clothesline with extra power from both of them bouncing off the ropes.

 

“I haven’t seen that powerful of a clothesline in a long time,” says Axis.

 

Neither of the men moves for a moment. The Wildchild sits up as Jack rolls onto his side; The Wildchild crawls a little and then makes it to his feet. The Wildchild walks over to Jack the Ripper, but Jack surprises him with a low blow. Jack the Ripper uses the Wildchild’s hunched over body to help himself to his feet before kicking him in the chest. Jack the Ripper then puts the Wildchild’s head on top of his shoulder in stunner position before running over to the ropes, scaling them, then jumping off, turns at a 75* angle, and then landing on his BUTT in a sit down position, doing a stunner.

 

“THE RIPPING! Jack the Ripper does the Ripping,” shouts Axis.

 

“That’s got to be a devastating move,” adds Edwin. “As have many other moves we’ve seen here tonight, from both men.”

 

Jack the Ripper slowly crawls closer to the Wildchild, hooks his right leg, and pins him…

 

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“DING! DING! DING!”

 

“Jack the Ripper wins!”

 

“The savvy spy-catcher gets a win,” adds the Suicide King, laughing a little.

 

“The Fight Song” by Marilyn Manson hits as the crowd starts to boo.

 

“I don’t think the audience here in Dayton are too happy with the turnout of this match,” comments Axis, responding to the booing audience. “Nonetheless, Jack the Ripper pulled every trick in his book to beat the Wildchild tonight.”

 

Jack the Ripper looks down at the Wildchild with an evil grimace on his face before stepping over the second rope, and under the third. Jack then jumps off the apron and starts making his way up the ramp, stopping a couple of times to mouth insults to fans.

 

“We’ll be back after this short commercial break with Thor and Jude Mental,” adds Axis, trying to keep the audience at their homes.

[Guest HVilleThugg]

In the concrete backstage halls of the Ervin J. Nutter Center, Ben Hardy and Gus look around for something to do. “Damn, we need to someone to-” but Ben stops as he sees Gus mouth “We’re on” to him.

 

“Well, we’re backstage right now, and we were just about to interview….” Ben trails off as he looks around frantically. Suddenly, someone comes out of one of the locker room doors and Kamikaze walks out. “KAMIKAZE! Of course!” He says as he quickly goes over to Kaze, catching him off guard. Ben sticks the microphone right in his face as he talks to him. “Kamikaze, do you still feel you were cheated out of a title shot after Mental got one and you did not?” Kaze, not expecting to be questioned, pushes the microphone back the microphone and formulates his answer. “Well, yeah I do. I mean I-” Kaze stops and looks over to his side. “Who’s coming? No way! Oh sh -” but he is cut off by the metallic clang of a folding chair. Next to the fallen Kaze stands Judge Mental, his eyes pits of sadistic pleasure. Hardy and Gus back off as he lifts the chair for a swing.

 

“Thought I would forget about you?” He says, slamming the chair down on Kaze’s knee. “I never forget. Remember how I nearly destroyed that knee of yours?” Mental takes another swing at the same knee. “Probably so, but I’m guessing I didn’t do the job well enough if you can still walk with out pain. But I’ll fix that mistake.” Yet again the Judge brings the chair down edge-wise on the knee, causing Kaze to writhe in agony. “I want you to feel that match every day, every night, every waking moment. I want you to feel that pain all the time, and when you do-” He tells him, hitting him in the leg again, “I want you to think of me: The man who should have won the Cage and Gavel match. The man that-” Mental cuts himself off at the sound of a loud “NAY!!!”

 

Thor, the God of Thunder, has come to Kamikaze’s aid after hearing his anguished cries. Thor rushes at the Judge, but Mental takes the chair and plasters it right across his face. Thor steps back, but still stands up firmly. The chair swings around as Mental goes for another swipe, but Thor punches it with his fist right into the metal object, bouncing it right into Mental’s face. Mental stumbles to the ground and into the wall behind him, clutching his face. He gives a quick look over to Kaze, who clutches his knee and screams in pain, gives a twisted smile as he rushes off and away into the arena. Thor gives one final cry to the retreating Judge. “Thou shall not flee my righteousness in the ring, vile rogue!” He bellows, and it echoes throughout the cavernous hallways of the arena like a chorus repeating it to add emphasis to its meaning. Thor looks down at the ailing Kaze, and calls “Apothecaries! Come quickly, a warrior is in need of aid!” A couple EMTs come over (by now used to Thor’s odd calls) with their equipment and look at Kaze’s knee busted up knee.

 

“This is much worse than last time….” One of the veteran SJL EMTs says, looking at the swollen area. “He may need a brace of sorts, but he’ll be able to wrestle to an extent.” Ben looks on at the scene and looks back at Gus. “Did you get all of that?” he asks, and Gus nods. “Well,” Hardy continues into the camera, “It seems like Kaze is injured, but will be able to wrestle for Crimson. But the real question is: How well will he be able to wrestle?”

 

Fade to Commercial……

[Guest HVilleThugg]

The fierce orchestral thundering of “The Gladiator Waltz” dies down over the arena speakers as the crowd begins to cheer for the next match. The camera goes across the Ervin J. Nutter Center, catching the ecstatic crowd on their feet ready for some more SJL action! The camera cuts down to Axis at the announcing table.

 

“Hello and welcome back to SJL Wrath! We’ve already seen a very exciting Hardcore match between Johnny Dangerous and Ejiro Fasaki, and a high-flying spot fest with the Wildchild against the Jack the Ripper. Now we continue up in the card to another match that promises to be exciting: Judge Mental vs. Thor. I think that we can all expect a main event performance out of these two.” As Axis finishes up Edwin chimes in his stance.

 

“Yes, and hopefully Thor can end the mad Judge’s little destructive streak. As of late he’s been a real problem, injuring or trying to injure people as such. You would have thought he would have stopped after Kaze beat him, but I guess it just fanned the flames.” King clears his throat and speaks up.

 

“Hopefully Thor can beat Judge Mental? There isn’t any hope, like there isn’t any Clan anymore. Thor couldn’t beat him for the World Contendership spot. Watch the match again: Every time Thor tries something, Mental wiggled out of it and got in a punch. Thor doesn’t stand a chance, and honestly; who could beat him now?”

 

Edwin gives a slick smile. “Kamikaze did…” but King quickly jumps in for an explanation. “IT WAS A FLUKE! Kamikaze… was… uhh… A FLUKE!” King grasps for straws, but really can’t find anything of substance for Mental losing to a man with a head injury.

 

Axis brings the conversation back to the match at hand. “Well, Mental is much faster than most big men in the fed, and his strength is definitely up there. But Thor is quite possibly the strongest man in the JL, and his size makes him something of a challenge to handle. Who has the win?”

 

Edwin, as usually, gives his response first. “I think that Thor will get the win here. Without all those other wrestlers distracting him, he’ll be able concentrate on Mental like a heat seeking, laser guided missile of justice that homes in on evil and will destroy the despotic regime of Judgatollah Khamental!” The slightly off-kilter commissioner even acts as if flying a fighter plane to further prove the point, but King stops him.

 

“Hey, Top Moron, ground yourself for a moment while I make my call. Thor is a big, slow bomber, and the Judge is a nice big flak gun waiting to shoot him down. Mental has been in this business for 13 years; you don’t survive that long without learning how to take down a big guy or two. I just can’t wait to see the God of Blunder come crashing down to Earth.” King says rubbing his hands together in anticipation as the lights come down and a familiar blue spot light comes over the entrance way.

 

The crowd swells like a tidal wave and reaches a deafness-causing level as the guitars of KISS begin to strum the opening chords to “God of Thunder.” A bright flash and a streak of lightning crosses the entrance way and smoke pours out onto the ramp as the song goes on.

 

“YOU’VE GOT SOMETHING ABOUT YOU….”

 

BOOM~! A blue pyro and a white pyro cross each other across the stage! BOOM~! Another set, exactly the same as the first cross above! BOOM~! A third set goes off, but this time it highlights a huge silhouette in the smoke, causing another huge crowd reaction. The lights come up, the smoke begins to clear, and the God of Thunder himself begins to walk down the ramp. “Weighing in at 345 pounds…. A true Warrior of Valhalla…. THOORRRR!!” The god amongst men walks down to the ring as Gene Simmons keeps singing. The crowd sings along with it as Thor comes past, giving fans some high fives along. “GOD OF THUNDERR!!” blasts through the speakers and out of fans mouths as Thor climbs up and steps OVER the top rope and gets into the ring. Axis tries to speak over the roaring crowd.

 

“And Thor is getting massive pops out here. I don’t know whether it is because the crowd wants him to finish the job he started earlier in the night or what, but the roof feels like it’s gonna blow off.” Axis yells as Thor does some flexes in the ring. The light dim down to a sickening, harsh red, and the crowd already begins to boo the next man’s entrance.

 

“NOW TESTIFY!!”

 

WHOOSH~! Flaming pyros shoot straight up around the entrance ramp as Rage Against the Machine’s “Testify” blares on the speaker system while the pyros slowly sink back into the stage, and Judge Mental walks out in his traditional black flowing judicial robes to the chorus of boos from the crowd. He walks down the ramp, and looks up to see Thor motioning for him to get into the ring with his hand, causing Mental to speed up his walk to a quickstep. “Weighing in at 266 pounds….. The Judge, Jury, and Executioner…. Judge MENTAL!!!” Mental jumps up to the ring and quickly goes between the ropes.

 

“This is a normal one fall singles match. All Countout and DQ rules are in full effect.”

 

The ref signals for the bell, and the match is on!

 

*DING DING DING*

 

Thor and Mental come out to mid ring, looking at each other, staring each other down. They come closer… closer… until they are almost chest to chest with each other, locking their gazes. Suddenly, Thor brings both his hands up and gives Mental a mighty push, sending the Judge flying a few feet and onto his ass. The old man scrambles to his feet and quickly regains his composure as Thor cracks a smug smile.

 

“Thor uses his strength to briefly overpower Judge Mental, but Mental is quick to get right back up.” Notes Axis as Thor holds out both hands in front of himself. “And it seems like Thor is challenging Mental to a test of strength.”

 

Mental warily comes over to Thor, looking at the man’s out stretched hands, and begins to reach out to clasp them.

 

“Don’t do it, Mental!” Cries King, even him realizing that he doesn’t stand a chance in a test of strength.

 

Mental comes close to grasping hands with Thor, but in one quick motion he spins around Thor like a football running back, going back to back with the monster. He quickly hooks both of Thor’s arms and goes forward, pinning Thor with a quick backslide! The ref goes down and counts.

 

ONE!

 

T- No! Thor powers out easily!

 

Thor gets up off the ground next to Mental as the crazed Judge quickly jumps to his feet. He gives a smug smile of his own after his little maneuver.

 

“Wow! An incredibly swift move by Mental and Thor was pinned!” Axis comments to the rest of the table, “Thor really has to watch our for the Judge’s ground speed. One wrong maneuver could mean a fluke rollup pin against the giant.”

 

Thor gets to his feet, and swings his large backhand at Mental, but Mental dodges out of the way and gives him a hard jab, but Thor barely feels it. A second try by Thor misses again, and Mental dives down and puts his legs around Thor’s feet, taking him to the ground with a drop toe hold. Thor crashes to the mat as Mental deftly rolls over to Thor’s outstretched right arm. He wraps his legs around the God’s arm, and pulls back, locking in a cross armbreaker! Thor yells in pain as Mental tries to hyperextend the arm, but pushes himself up toward Mental’s body. Mental stretches out, pushing him down with his feet, but Thor refuses to stay down despite the pain, lifting himself up and rolling the Judge up for a pin!

 

ONE!

 

T- The Judge lets go of Thor’s arm and Thor backs away rubbing his stretched arm.

 

“The Judge gets in with a cross armbreaker, but Thor is able to power out of the maneuver.” Axis tells the at-home audience as Edwin puts in his odd sort of insight.

 

“Ha! Take that technical wrestling! Long live mindless power!” Which causes King to give him a look.

 

“Reminds me of your commissionership.” The Suicide King comments.

 

Mental gets up and runs at Thor with a big drop kick and nails Thor straight in the chest…. But the big man only takes a step back. Mental tries to roll off away from the big man, but Thor steps squarely on the old mans back, causing the old man to grimace in pain as the 350 pound Viking presses the weight square into his back.

 

“I suppose you could call what Thor is doing a submission…” Axis says with some uncertainty.

 

Edwin looks at Axis. “Yes, the infamous Bug Squash of DOOM~!”

 

Mental wiggles and squirms like a worm trying to get out from under the man, but Thor puts his second foot on Mental’s back, crouches down, and jumps up into the air for a leg drop! He leaps up, coming down… open mat as Mental rolls away in pain. Thor lands hard on his bottom as the Judge gets up clutching his back. With a stern face, Mental walks over to the downed Thor, lifting him to his feet. He gets behind him, grabs him around the waist, and lifts the big man up… up… and over for a big German Suplex. Both men hit the ground, but the Judge slowly brings Thor back up to his feet with his arms still wrapped around his waist. He tries to lift him again, straining hard like a world class weightlifter and slowly gets him up… up…. and over for a second rolling German!

 

“AMAZING~!” Axis yells as Mental lifts Thor back up to his feet. “Mental just did a set of Rolling German Suplexes on Thor! But will he try for a third?”

 

Mental readies himself again, panting a little, and tries to lift Thor up, but gets him up a foot off the ground before putting Thor back down on the mat. He tries again, but Thor plants his feet on the ground and gives Mental a big elbow to knock him off the waist. Mental immediately releases the hold and grabs his nose as Thor comes over and grabs the discombobulated old man. He picks him up over his head, spinning around in place to show all the crowd. In one fell motion, Thor brings Mental right down on his knee, and Mental yells out in pain as Thor steps around him trying to think of what to do next. He grabs Mental’s arm, but Mental pulls Thor down right into a well concealed low blow! Thor clutches his godly pair of testes as Mental slowly gets up and puts him in a hammerlock with his right arm.

 

“Mental is concentrating that right arm of Thor, and it looks like he’s setting up that cross armbreaker we saw earlier.” Axis comments as King beams with pride as the technical master twists Thor’s arm hard.

 

“See, that’s how real wrestlers work. Not these overgrown freaks that Edwin likes to hire.” Edwin looks over at King after purchasing his Offical ‘BAH GAWD I *Heart* HOSSES~!’ shirt.

 

“What did you say King?”

 

Mental wrenches the God of Thunder’s arm farther back, bringing the big man on one knee. Thor struggles hard as can, lifting himself back onto his feet. The Norse God begins to back peddle… pushing Mental backwards right into the corner. Thor presses himself hard into the corner, sandwiching Mental in between his back and the turnbuckle. Mental holds out, trying to twist the arm more to get Thor to let him out, but he can’t twist it in such a confined position. Finally, he release it the arm, causing Thor to stumble forward out of the turnbuckle, grabbing his arm in pain.

 

“Innovative to get out of the hammerlock by Thor, but Mental is fiercely working that arm.” Axis reminds the fans.

 

Mental shuffles out of the corner, rubbing his back at after having the turnbuckle driven into it, and walks into a big clothesline by Thor. Thor grimaces and quickly shakes his arm off, trying to ignore the pain in his arm as much as possible. He picks Mental up and lifts him up into the air rather shakily, putting him above his head for a Gorilla press! He presses once… twice…. And Mental recovers and elbows Thor’s bad right arm hard. The arm instantly collapses and Mental falls down Thor’s back head first. He wraps his arms around Thor’s waist on the way down, and sits out, pulling Thor down into a pin Sunset Flip style!

 

ONE!

 

 

TWO!

 

 

TH-NO! Thor gives a strong kickout!

 

Mental jumps up and begins to kick Thor’s bad arm while he tries to get up, causing the Giant to bellow in pain. Quickly he pulls Thor up by his arm into sitting position, straddles his right shoulder and pulls the arm across his chest for a Pumphandle Armbar! Thor bellows in pain as Mental yet again tries to pull his arm out of the socket. Thor slides himself closer to the ropes as Mental tries hard to make him submit.

 

“Pumphandle Armbar! Thor is in big trouble here!” Axis yells as King rubs his hands in glee.

 

“Yes! YES!! MAKE THAT STUPID HOSS TAP OUT!”

 

Thor stretches hard with his foot as the Judge pulls harder….

 

AND REACHES THE ROPES!

 

The crowd erupts in cheers as the referee begins the 5 count!

 

ONE!

 

 

Mental jerks the arm hard, desperately trying to get Thor tap and end the match now…

 

 

TWO!

 

 

The God of Thunder bites his lip trying to hold out against the massive pain wracking his mind…

 

THREE!

 

 

The announcing team looks on, wondering if Thor can hold out long enough…

 

 

FOUR!

 

 

The crowd waits in silent anticipation, watching… waiting for the magic number….

 

 

 

 

 

FIVE!

 

 

THE CROWD IS ON THEIR FEET AS THE REF TELLS MENTAL TO BREAK THE HOLD!

 

“Incredible! Thor makes it out of it the submission, but that arm must be ruined!” Axis yells over the crowd.

 

“That’s true grit there!” Says a please Edwin while King crosses his arms with disgust.

 

“That’s true B.S. How could he not have tapped out?” The Suicide King cries as Edwin looks at him with a smile.

 

“You know King; there are other things that drive men’s hearts rather than overbearing Machismo and selfishness.”

 

“Yeah,” King replies, “Sure, like what? Honor?” King suddenly bursts into laughter at his last line as Edwin shakes his head at the futility of trying to make King understand.

 

Mental gets up panting after putting a great amount of effort into that last move. Thor, on the other hand, grabs the ropes trying to get up to his feet. Mental slowly walks over to the man, grabbing his wrist and going for the whip…. Which Thor reverses into a whip of his own! Mental goes charging at the ropes and bounces back at Thor, who bends down, picks Mental up by the legs, and flips him over the top for a high altitude back drop. Mental writhes on the ground, arching his back in pain as Thor walks over. Thor gives him a hard stomp in the stomach, and rolls him over. Thor puts Mental up in sitting position places his knee right at his back, and tries to grab the Judge’s arms.

 

Axis comes to the sudden realization of what’s going on and shouts, “He’s going to try and make Judge Mental SUBMIT with a Surfboard Stretch! All the moves hitting his back, it all makes sense! I don’t know why Thor has chosen to show off his technical side in a match like this, but it could just work!” Edwin gives throws his arms up in with a hurrah as King looks on in disbelief.

 

“No! NO! Thor can’t get technical! That’s like Cutthroat getting the World Title! Thor can’t even spell ‘technical wrestling’! THIS ISN’T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!”

 

Thor grabs the Judge’s right arm, but Mental pulls his left arm out of reach and gives a sharp punch to Thor’s right arm. Thor releases Mental’s hand, and Mental grabs the arm and spins around quickly, trying to wraps his legs around Thor’s arm for another cross armbreaker. Thor struggles wildly with it, his arm flailing from side to side in the Judge’s grip, and just as Mental begins to get his legs around Thor…… accidentally….. slams his fist into the Judge’s groin. The Judge quickly lets go as Thor thanks his father for watching over him and gets up. He picks the momentarily-impaired Mental over his head and presses him once…. Twice….. thrice before he throws him off and into the middle of the ring like a rag doll. After the move he shakes out his arm again as if he were trying to throw the pain right off of it.

 

“WOW!” Axis says with a big sigh of relief. “Thor almost got the Judge in a Surfboard Stretch that could have ended the match, but Mental was quick enough to get out of it and nearly turn it into a cross armbreaker.”

 

“But Thor had a bit of good luck in finding the Judge’s gonads, and now he’s rightly back in control of this match.” Says a very pleased Edwin before an angry King asks him a question.

 

“How do you know that was an accident? He could have done that purposefully! He should be disqualified.” He yells in frustration.

 

“Thor didn’t do that on purpose,” Explains Edwin, “He’s a god, and he doesn’t do that.” King looks at Edwin with a cockeyed look.

 

“You actually BELIEVE he’s a god? Do you also believe that Jack the Ripper is 150 years old and that Johnny Dangerous is a REAL spy?” He asks, to which Edwin responds “Of course they are. Why should I believe otherwise?” as King slaps his hand against his forehead.

 

Thor walks over to the unmoving Judge Mental, puts him up on his feet, and whips him over into the ropes. Mental bounces off weakly and falls to the ground on his stomach as if he were dead, and Thor walks over to his body. He begins to lift him up again, but Mental springs to life like a zombie in a bad horror film, grabbing and twisting Thor’s right arm in an Arm Wrench. Mental twist the arm hard, and gives it a sharp elbow which makes Thor drop to the ground in agony. Mental jumps up and slams his knees down on the bad arm, causing Thor to yell in anguish. He pulls Thor up off the ground, and begins lifting him into Tombstone position.

 

“THIS IS IT! MENTAL IS GOING FOR THE VERDICT!” Axis yells as Mental struggles with Thor’s massive bulk.

 

Mental finally brings Thor up onto his shoulder, and begins to ready himself for the spinning Tombstone Piledriver, but he begins to bend backward, his back not able to hold up the great weight of Thor after intense beating it has taken! He tries hard to counter the movement, but Thor helps gravity by kicking his legs backward. Mental begins to tip, and falls backward like a mighty redwood to the mat. Thor takes the initiative and stays on top of Mental for a pin.

 

ONE!

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

TH-NO! Mental comes to his senses quick enough to give a kick out!

 

The crowd boos as Thor rolls off of Mental and the Judge slowly gets up.

 

“Mental can’t finish him!” Edwin squeals with delight. “Both his finishers are lifting ones, so he has no chance at getting either of them off.” King gives frustrated look and blurts out an answer.

 

“Oh.. oh.. oh YEAH? Well, Mental will just make him tap out like the pansy he is!”

 

Thor begins to get off Mental as the smaller man rolls away from the giant towards the ropes. Mental begins to get up using the ropes for assistance, but before he can even reach the second rope Thor pulls on his legs and gets him away from the ropes. The God of Thunder takes both legs and pulls them back, locking Mental in a high angle Boston Crab! The crowd roars to life as Mental desperately reaches for the ropes as Thor bends the Judge’s injured back into a painful position. Mental reaches and makes a final dive for the ropes…. And just barely manages to grab one!

 

 

ONE!

 

”Thor didn’t move Mental away far enough, and now Thor will have to break the hold. But can Mental hold out that long?”

 

 

TWO!!

 

Thor pulls back with all his might, causing Mental to scream in pain…..

 

 

 

 

 

THREE!!!

 

Mental grips the rope with his one hand as if his life depended on it, hoping against all hope that he can hang on….

 

 

 

 

 

FOUR!!!!

 

 

The crowd waits in silence, praying that Mental taps…..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

FIVE!!!!

 

 

THOR LET’S GO AS MENTAL ROLLS AWAY INTO A CORNER!

 

 

“Amazing! Mental held out! But he’s in no condition to fight…”

 

Mental struggles to his feet as Thor walks over to him, and whips him across into the ropes. The God of Thunder lines up for a big boot, but Mental ducks it, stops, and gives Thor a Superkick right to the head. Thor stumbles back as Mental puts his hands on his knees and breathes heavily, trying to find the strength in him to finish off the monster. Thor regains his bearings, and walks over to the near-spent Mental and gives him the back of his left hand, knocking him to the ground. He gives the Judge a stomp for good measure, then goes to the nearest turnbuckle and begins to climb.

 

Edwin cheers with the crowd and yells “Crack of Thunder! Crack of Thunder! No one gets up after this move!”

 

Thor climbs up to the top rope, turns around, and points to the sky with both his index fingers, sparking a massive rise from the crowd. He crouches down and jumps high into the air….

 

 

 

 

 

 

And on to nothing! Mental has just enough strength in him to get out of the way, and Thor’s right arm hits hard on the mat, evoking a loud cry of pain from the Thunder God. Mental shakily gets up and moves in on the downed Thor, stomping on the bad arm like crazy.

 

“Thor misses the Crack of Thunder and hurt his arm bad on the ensuing fall.” Says Axis as King cheers Mental on.

 

The Judge picks Thor up tries to lock in another hammerlock, but Thor is able to get his arm away from the Judge and gives him a backhanded slap, knocking the Judge back into the ropes. The Judge stumbles off of them and onto the ground, where a weary Thor begins to pick him up again and the Judge makes his last chance gasp at a victory. He uses what energy is left in him to grab Thor’s right arm and quickly turn it into an arm wrench. Thor gives a another cry of pain as Mental quickly steps over the arm and flips over, bring him and Thor to the ground locked in yet another Cross Armbreaker! Mental quickly locks it in, pulling with all his might as the Thunder God tries his hardest to reach the ropes. He tries and makes a last ditch attempt…… that misses! Mental tries harder, pulling on the thing with all the strength left in him. The crowd boos as his Mental yells, giving everything he possibly can to make the Thunder God submit. Then…..

 

 

 

 

*TAP TAP TAP*

 

 

Thor taps the ground hard, and Mental releases the hold, panting heavily and barely able to get up. The referee helps Mental to his feet as Funyon reads off winner.

 

 

“The winner of the match, by submission… Judge MENTAL!!”

 

“Testify” by Rage Against the Machine plays as the crowd gives Mental jeers as he weakly gets out of the ring, denying some assistance from a couple EMTs ringside as Thor begins to get up with his mangled arm, and looks on at Mental with intent eyes; he may have lost, but he will try again.

 

“Well,” Axis finishes up, “After a spectacular match, Mental pulls out a victory by the skin of his teeth with a 3rd Cross Armbreaker. Thor nearly had him there a couple times, but the old man showed why he is known for being nearly impossible to finish off.”

 

King gives a big smile. “Yeah, I was glad he kicked Thor’s ass like the bitch he is.” Edwin gives a cock-eyed look at King as he finishes up the statement.

 

“Mental can barely walk out of the ring!” MacPhisto argues, but King ignores him.

 

“That’s LOSER TALK, son.” King tells Edwin in a condescending manner.

 

Axis looks right at the camera and speaks. “Well, don’t go away as we still have MVS vs. Fugue for the last spot in the World title bout, and a dangerous Hell in a Cell match between sWo leaders Matt Myers and Mak Francis!”

 

Fade to some great SJL Merchandise Commercials…..

[Guest HVilleThugg]

The fans are pouring back into the arena, the intermission over as “#1” by Nelly blares over the speakers, the crowd erupting as they hold up the signs, SJL Wrath coming back onto the air! Signs like “MASSACRE MENTAL”, “DIE SWO DIE”, and “MAK FUCKTARD” litter the arena as we zoom to show a shot of America’s favorite three-piece meal, KFC’s Crispy Str- oops, Axis, Edwin MacPhisto, and the Suicide King.

 

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Axis says, as usual, “This is Wrath! I am Axis, alongside Edwin MacPhisto…”

 

Edwin smiles widely. “Hi there.”

 

“And the Suicide King.”

 

King, too, smiles widely. “Why hello.”

 

“Good evening, America, we have two extraordinary main events for you tonight! Finishing us off will be Mak Francis v Matt Myers, Hell in a Cell, ladies and gentlemen, the sWo is set to EXPLODE~!”

 

Somewhere, someplace, TNT marks like a bitch.

 

“But coming up now,” interjects King, “Is a two out of three falls match between that delightful piano player, Fugue, and that scumbag, Mike Van Siclen.”

 

Edwin shoots a sidelong glare at the King. “Do you think you could make it a little more clear who you want to win?”

 

King glances at Edwin with a smile. “Of course I could. Fugue owns, and Mike sucks. The fans at Viking Hall realized that, dammit, why can’t you?”

 

Edwin looks to make a remark, but is cut off by Funyon beginning his duties!

 

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, this evening’s contest is a TWO OUT OF THREE FALLS match for the NUMBER ONE CONTENDERSHIP to the S-J-L WORLD Championship!”

 

The lights go out completely, and Bach's "Toccata and Fugue in D minor" starts up. After the first few measures, an assload of white lights flash as Fugue appears and slinks down the ramp, smiling to the crowd. The music then segues into the sWo theme, "Ashes in the Fall", as Fugue slides into the ring and goes to the various sides to look at the crowd defiantly.

 

“IN-TRO-DUCING FIRST, weighing in at one-HUNDRED eighty one pounds… damn, he’s light… standing at five feet, eleven inches tall, representing the sWo, he hails from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania… FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGUE!”

 

“And… it looks as though nobody likes Fugue. As usual.”

 

“They just can’t appreciate true talent, Axis. It’s a very difficult thing to accept, a person who is more talented than you are.”

 

“Oh can it, King. The fans love me, and you know I’m more talented than each and every one of them.” Edwin removes his headset and yells “NO OFFENSE” at the crowd… who cheer for Edwin until the familiar four words are said…

 

“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, a lone blue spotlight shining down on the entrance ramp, where MVS stands, Katelyn directly behind. The Pyros of Greatness go off, and Mike slides into the ring, holding the ropes open for his girl before posing for his legions of fans, who in return cheer him endlessly. Fugue can only stare at the man who, for this moment, is his rival.

 

”And HIS OPPONENT, weighing in at two hundred thirty-seven pounds, he hails from Harrison, Illinois, being accompanied by Katelyn, he is the Amazin’ one, MIIIIKE VA-AN SIIIIC-LEEEEEEN!”

 

-=:Ding Ding Ding:=-

 

“If I could bring this up, Mike Van Siclen is not necessarily known for superior stamina… matter of fact, Fugue schools the so-called ‘Amazin’ One’ in that area.”

 

“Way to go, King. Let’s just ignore Mike’s fifty-pound weight advantage, which could – should – be a major factor in this match.”

 

Van Siclen and Fugue circle each other, waiting for the other to make his move… memories of Fugue’s attack on him reverberating through Mike’s mind, Mike’s promo earlier in the night reflecting in Fugue’s. The two charge each other at almost the same time in a collar-and-elbow tie-up, and Mike gains the advantage, using his strength to push Fugue back into the turnbuckle. Mike lifts the chin, looking for a chop, but Fugue gives Mike a kick to the shins! Mike stumbles back, and Fugue takes control, ducking and grabbing Mike by the legs, lifting and slamming him with a quick spinebuster, only Fugue falls down with Van Siclen. The musical madman spins over, his back in between Mike’s legs, and grabs Mike’s left leg, wrapping it around his own body and holding it under his right armpit! Mike cries out in pain from the move, but quickly gets his hands into a crabwalk position and motors as fast as he can backwards and to the ropes.

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THREE!

 

FOUR!

 

FI – Fugue breaks the hold.

 

“Fugue going right to work on the left leg of Van Siclen there.”

 

“He’s obviously done his homework. Both Mak Francis and Tom Flesher have made Mike tap to a Texas Cloverleaf after working on that leg, and now Fugue is going to attempt to do the same.”

 

“Oh, shut upski, Kingy. Fugue isn’t used to working the legs… matter of fact, most of the time he works over his opponents’ arms. He’s not doing that here, and one must wonder if this styles change will affect how the Musical Madman works.”

 

Fugue stands up, grabbing Mike by his long blonde locks and lifting him to his feet. The maniacal one whips Mike into the ropes, catching him as he comes back with a slick drop toe hold! Fugue immediately pounces on Mike, grabbing his left leg again and lifting it up, slamming his kneecap into the mat! Mike visibly winces, and Fugue stares down at his foe clutching his leg in agony. Fugue grabs Van Siclen by the hair, lifting the Amazin’ one to his feet and whipping him into the ropes, timing his leap perfectly and catching Van Siclen with a spinning heel kick… however, Mike grabs ahold of the ropes and stops his movement! Fugue falls down in a heap, and Mike walks over to him, preparing to take the offensive.

 

“Fugue tries to kick Van Siclen back down to the mat, but Mike no-sells the Irish whip, and takes control because of it!”

 

“Welp, Kingy, if Fugue’s strategy is so airtight, then why was he looking for a kick to the chest and face?”

 

“Honestly, Eddie, don’t ask if you don’t know. Because I don’t either, or maybe I do… you’ll just have to wait and see.”

 

Mike grabs Fugue by the hair, lifting the musical madman to his feet. He grabs him by the arm, whipping the dirty-haired man into the ropes and catching him on the way back with a hard clothesline! Fugue goes down and Mike goes with him, his arm still across Fugue’s shoulders as he makes the quick cover! Anthony Michael Hall makes the count…

 

“ONE!

 

TWO!

 

TH – TWO!” Kickout by Fugue, and Mike looks at the ref a bit angry before lifting Fugue up again. The Amazin’ one whips Fugue into the ropes, looking for a powerslam on the way back, but Fugue simply leapfrogs Mike, bouncing himself off of the other ropes and sliding underneath Mike’s legs! Mike looks around, frustrated as Fugue grabs him by the legs and knocks him face-first down to the mat, then, still grabbing hold of the legs, flips over and lands on his back on Mike’s! He tries to put his legs under Mike’s arms, looking for a leg nelson, but Mike powers back with his legs, pinning Fugue’s shoulders to the mat and grabbing his legs in a cradle pin!

 

“ONE!

 

TWO!

 

TH – TWO!” Fugue rolls backwards, landing on his feet as Mike gets to his own as well, the two staring at each other coldly.

 

“Fugue obviously hasn’t done enough to Mike’s legs yet, as the Amazin’ one still found the strength to push Fugue into a cradle pinning predicament!”

 

“Well, Mike has scarily strong legs, but Fugue will, of course, decimate Van Siclen’s legs and beat him over the head with them. And then he’ll laugh, and I’ll laugh, and it’ll be like the SWF Comedy Hour.”

 

“And I’m here, so it’ll be a true SWF Comedy Hour!”

 

“… Edwin, you just don’t fit in here with me and Axis.”

 

Fugue and MVS circle each other again, both charging in and locking up. Mike powers Fugue back into the turnbuckle, lifting the chin and looking for a chop, but Fugue slides out of the corner and drop toe holds Mike into the second turnbuckle! Mike bounces back, staggering around and clutching his jaw in pain as Fugue bounces off the ropes, coming back and sliding between Mike’s legs, arms outstretched so as to knock Mike’s legs out from underneath him! Mike falls forward onto the mat, and Fugue stands up, looking at Mike’s downed body, his legs which are pained, and immediately, the glint in his eyes gives away what he is about to do.

 

“Fugue has been working those legs all night so far, and he’s looking to put him in the Contrapuntal now!”

 

“Well, duh, Axis. Fugue’s done his homework… Mike has a sense of balance in the ring that allows him to hit moves like the Van Slaminator, the powerbomb, the Styles Clash, and he can’t hit those if Fugue continues to work the legs like this. It disrupts his balance!”

 

“Yes, but I watched Edge vs Eddie Guerrero from Summerslam, and Edge no-sold his arm!”

 

“And that’s why they are inferior to us.”

 

Fugue steps between Mike’s legs, turning around so that his back is to Mike’s stomach. He grabs Van Siclen by the legs, bending the left one into a figure-four position, only instead of putting the leg under the knee, he puts it over the back of Mike’s knee. Fugue proceeds to bend Mike’s right leg, locking the left leg in place and bending the right leg at a severe angle! Fugue locks this hold with his legs, completing the inverted Indian deathlock, or the Contrapuntal! Mike’s face bears a look of agony as Fugue falls forward, adding pressure to the lock! Mike screams as Fugue stands up again… and falls forward again, this time grabbing onto the ropes for leverage! The ref doesn’t notice, as he is busy asking a very pained-looking Mike if he wants to quit! Mike’s hand hovers above the mat, but then he snaps it back to his side, looking the ref in the face and, teeth gritted to prevent himself from screaming, says “No!” The crowd roars as the referee stands up, noticing Fugue’s hands on the ropes!

 

“ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THREE!

 

FOUR!

 

FI-” Fugue breaks the hold, and Mike inches towards the ropes, grabbing them and pulling himself to his feet.

 

“Fugue nearly gets a tap-out from Van Siclen with the Contrapuntal!”

 

“As I said, Axis, Fugue has been working on the legs all night, and that move was made more to pain Van Siclen’s legs than to actually beat him. Fugue knows that the longer Mike stays in that hold, the more pressure his legs feel, and the better the odds are that he taps next time.”

 

“Ah, yes, but King! If Mike manages to roll over on that move, then the pressure will be reversed!”

 

“… you don’t –know- that.”

 

Fugue, the gentleman that he is, allows Van Siclen to pull himself to his feet, the Amazin’ one leaning on the ropes for support for his beaten legs. Fugue, seeing an opportunity, charges Mike, but Mike drops to the mat, bringing the top rope with him! As a result, Fugue goes flying over the top and to the outside, cutting a flip in midair and landing square on his back! The Amazin’ one smiles to himself as he rolls out of the ring, the ref’s count starting as Mike lands uneasily on his feet on the outside. Van Siclen walks over to a struggling-to-his-feet Fugue and helps him to his feet, in the nicest way possible, of course. Mike grabs the Musical Madman by the arm and whips him into the cold, STEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL steps, Fugue taking the impact all on his back! He falls forward, and Mike calmly walks over to him, limping a bit as he lifts the musicman up.

 

“Mike builds up a short flurry from Fugue’s overzealousness, and it looks like he’s trying to set up the Liontamer with all of these back moves!”

 

“Or maybe, Axey, he’s trying to set up the Crossface Halo… that move causes a lot of pressure on the – ZING! – back.”

 

“Or maybe, just maybe, Van Siclen has no grip of psychology whatsoever and is simply being schooled by Tom Flesher.”

 

The three of them look at each other. “Naaaaaaaaaaah.”

 

The ref’s count hits eight as Mike, hearing this, rolls into the ring and back out, causing Mr. Ref Guy to restart the count. Mike grabs the top of the steps, and Katelyn, seeing this, immediately jumps to the apron, beckoning the ref over and arguing with him! Mike smiles, thanking his girl silently for the help as he turns to Fugue, who should be down on the floor…

 

But instead is three inches away from kicking the steel steps into Mike’s face!

 

KLONG!

 

Mike goes down like a sack of cement, the back of his head catching on the two steps that remain and whipping forward, causing Mike to land in an almost sitting position, his back leaning against the bottom two steps. Seeing an opportunity, Fugue picks up the steps lost by Mike after the modified Van Daminator and places them over Mike’s legs. Fugue quickly gets on the ring apron, smiling to the heavily jeering crowd as he runs the apron and leaps off, doing a half-flip in midair and landing on his back on the steps, which cut into Mike’s legs! The crowd pops for the move, but the cheers turn to RAUCOUS boos as Fugue rolls off, grabbing his back in pain while Mike reaches forward, pushing the steps off of his knees, screaming from the pain of the impact.

 

“SENTON ONTO THE STEPS! But Fugue’s back is damaged from that as well!”

 

“But it was a smart move by Fugue, Axis. He realized that he would break his ribs upon impact if he leapt stomach-first, so instead he caught the stairs with his back. It’s called hurting yourself but hurting them more, and I guarantee you, Mike is hurting now.”

 

“Hey, I would be too. Those stairs may not look like they weigh a lot, but they hurt getting hit with them!”

 

Fugue slowly gets to his feet, grabbing a near-tears Van Siclen by the hair and throwing him, almost, into the ring. Fugue slides in after, grabbing his back a bit as he taps the referee on the shoulders, alerting him to the move to come. Fugue grabs Mike again, rolling him over onto his stomach and putting him again into the Contrapuntal! Mike, having just come off of the stair-shot, tries his hardest not to tap, his hand hovering above the mat as Fugue falls forward, increasing the pressure! Mike screams in pain, his eyes closed, sweat rolling, his mouth wide open and showing nothing but pain, but he refuses to tap! Angry, Fugue stands up again, falling down… and Mike taps!

 

-=:Ding Ding Ding:=-

 

“The winner of the first fall, at nine minutes and forty-one seconds, FUUUUGGGGUUUUEEEE!”

 

“Well, Fugue picks up the first fall with the Contrapuntal…”

 

“He’s not letting go, Axis! This could be a DQ!”

 

Fugue tightens the hold even more, looking to make two straight falls and win the match, and Mike continues tapping… however, this is in violation of the ten-second break between falls! The ref immediately goes over to Fugue to warn him about this violation… and Fugue grudgingly obliges, backing into his corner as Katelyn slides into the ring, lifting Mike up and helping him back to his corner. She rolls up Mike’s tight leg quickly, checking out the leg…

 

“Nothing major, Mike,” she whispers to him. “You’ll be fine… just hang in there.”

 

She exits…

 

The tights leg comes down…

 

Two…

 

One…

 

-=:Ding Ding Ding:=-

 

“And the second fall is underway!”

 

Van Siclen and Fugue both walk out of their respective corners. Mike is sweating, as is Fugue, though Mike’s sweat is a bit heavier. The two stare at each other coldly, Mike’s eyes alert even though his legs are 60% at best. The adrenalin rush overtakes him as he charges Fugue and the Musical Madman responds to the charge, the two locking up and Mike still having the power advantage, powering Fugue back into the corner. He lifts the chin, looking for a WHOO chop, but Fugue lashes out at Mike’s shins! Mike, however, has learned from the previous experiences, as he bunny-hops backwards and catches Fugue’s foot! He hits the deck, flipping Fugue over his body with a hard Dragon Screw! Fugue lands hard on his back, and Mike walks over to him and picks him up, preparing for the next sequence.

 

“Van Siclen gains the early advantage early on, remembering what happened the previous times he backed Fugue into a corner and not making the same mistake!”

 

“Mike is learning from his mistakes, but his legs are still hurting, and one must wonder how long it’ll be before Fugue takes advantage of those pained legs again!”

 

“Or maybe, just maybe, Mike won’t let Fugue get the advantage until he’s won two straight falls.”

 

Mike grabs Fugue in a side headlock, lifting the Musical Madman up and quickly slamming him on his back with a Snap Suplex.

 

“See that? Mike can’t keep his balance for more than a second, which is why he needs to use the snap variant of the suplex!”

 

Mike rolls Fugue over so that he is on his stomach, and then stands up, before dropping an elbow right on Fugue’s back! Stands up, and another! Another! Another! And one last elbow to the back of Fugue, making a grand total of five. Mike stands up again, lifting Fugue up and wrapping his left arm around his neck, grabbing Fugue under the legs and lifting him before slamming him back quickly with a nice Backdrop!

 

“And again! Mike has to make the backdrop fluid, because he’s not going to be able to hold Fugue up that long on those injured legs!”

 

“Quiet, King. Mikey knows this, and I’m sure he’ll be fine.”

 

“Welp, I’m sure he won’t, Edwin.”

 

“Axis, you’re supposed to be on play-by-play.”

 

Van Siclen lifts Fugue to his feet again, grabbing him in reverse DDT position and looking for one… but Fugue does a backflip, landing behind Van Siclen! The maniacal Fugue watches as Mike turns to face him, then quickly sweeps with his legs, knocking Mike’s legs out from underneath him and the Amazin’ one back-first to the mat! Fugue quickly stands up, grabbing his back in pain before looking down at Van Siclen’s legs. He grabs them, stepping between and putting the right leg over, on top of the knee! Fugue falls backwards, locking the Amazin’ one in the Figure Four leg lock! Mike screams out in pain, his legs absolutely on FIRE as he reaches out with his left hand for the ropes that he is oh-so-close to, and yet oh-so-far away from.

 

“FIGURE FOUR! FIGURE FOUR LEG LOCK ON VAN SICLEN!”

 

“This is it! This is Van Siclen’s undoing! Fugue will win two straight falls, and Mike will be in the SJL for another twenty-two months! I can feel it! Can you feel it, Edwin? I can feel it!”

 

“I’m sorry, King, I simply can’t feel it. I can feel Van Siclen getting to the ropes, though.”

 

Mike reaches out for the ropes again, his fingers brushing against the pale green ropes but unable to grasp them fully! The crowd roars, the chant of “M-V-S! M-V-S!” breaking out as the Amazin’ one reaches for the ropes! He comes closer, and an angry Fugue lifts his upper body and falls back, adding more pressure to Mike’s legs, causing him to forget about the ropes and think about the pain that sears through his legs! He cries out, his eyes closed and his face, a mask of agony. He opens his eyes, looking to his left… he’s mere feet away from the ropes. So… close… he reaches… his fingers touch, and he wraps them around, pulling him closer and into a full-palm grasp of the ropes! The crowd erupts as the ref makes the count on Fugue!

 

“ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THREE!

 

FOUR!

 

FIV – ” Fugue breaks the hold. And Mike slowly gets to his feet.

 

“Van Siclen just –barely– gets out of the Figure Four Leg Lock, and now he’s struggling to his feet!”

 

“Look at Fugue, though! His back is taking a beating, and him falling back on it to increase pressure on the Figure Four didn’t exactly help matters! I think that a well-timed Crossface Halo could be the end of our piano-playing amigo.”

 

“And you have the nerve to call yourself a commissioner!”

 

Van Siclen and Fugue both stand up, the two charging each other and locking up. Mike again gains the upper hand, grabbing the lighter Fugue by the hair and shoving his head between his legs! The Amazin’ one grabs the man who looks like Jesus’ younger evil brother by the arms and locks him into a double underhook, lifting him up and quickly slamming him down with a Butterfly Powerbomb, bridged into a pinning predicament!

 

“ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THR – NO!” Kickout by Fugue, who grabs his back from the hard impact on the canvas! He grabs his back, pained from the Butterfly Powerbomb, but still manages to attempt to charge Van Siclen… and gets leveled by a hard lariat! Fugue lands on his back hard, and Mike Van Siclen kneels down next to him on the mat, punching him in the face again and again and again!

 

“Mike Van Siclen beginning to gain some power, that Butterfly Powerbomb in particular!”

 

“But look at how he had to bridge it instead of simply throwing Fugue to the mat. Hell, Axis, Fugue is only 181 pounds… and Mike can’t lift that up and throw it down with authority? His legs are SHOT. He is a dead man.”

 

“Damage is damage, King, and Mike is delivering some heavy-duty damage to Fugue right here.”

 

Mike lets off of his punching barrage, lifting Fugue to his feet and whipping him into the ropes. Fugue comes back straight into WHAM BAM POWERSLAM~! Cover!

 

“ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THRE – NO!”

 

Van Siclen picks Fugue up again, another whip into the ropes… WHAM BAM POWERSLAM~! Cover!

 

“ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THRE – NO!”

 

Again Fugue kicks out. Mike, slightly miffed, picks Fugue up, turning him around so that his pale face faces the audience. Mike grabs Fugue in a reverse DDT position, one arm raised as he drops the DDT, putting his knee underneath Fugue’s back! The impact makes a sick “kkkkkkkkrack!” noise, and Fugue grabs his back in even more pain from the reverse DDT-backbreaker! Mike makes another cover, and the crowd chants along!

 

“ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THREe- NO!” AGAIN Fugue kicks out!

 

“Mike has been targeting Fugue’s back this whole match, and still Fugue won’t give up!”

 

“You must admire Fugue’s effort, however Mike’s is even better! His adrenaline rush has made him seemingly forget about his leg pain…”

 

“…and he can only hope that the adrenaline doesn’t wear off before this match is over.”

 

“Well… yeah.”

 

Mike picks Fugue up again, grabbing the gifted musician by the hair as he lifts him to his feet. Smiling, Mike goes behind Fugue, putting the musician in a standing crossface! Van Siclen hears the roar of the crowd, sees Katelyn banging the mat out of the corner of his eyes… he knows what they want, and what he wants, and that is to win the match. With a cry of “SJL!”, Mike sits out, smashing Fugue’s back and the back of his head into the mat with a brutal Crossface Halo! Quickly, Van Siclen makes the cover, the crowd counting along at every number!

 

“O

N

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T

W

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T

H

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E

 

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!”

 

-=:Ding Ding Ding:=-

 

“The winner of the second fall, via pinfall, at eighteen minutes and six seconds, the Amazin’ one, MIIIIKE VA-AN SIIICCCC-LLLLEEEENNNN!”

 

The crowd roars as Van Siclen stands up, hobbling a bit… most of the adrenalin is seemingly wore off, and he can feel all of the work that Fugue has done on his legs. Both men retreat to their corners for the ten-second break…

 

“The score is tied at one after a VICIOUS Crossface Halo from Mike Van Siclen! Which one of these two will hold up? Will Fugue’s back allow him to keep going? What about Mike’s legs?”

 

“Can it, Axis! This is a big match, the score is tied… who will win?”

 

“I’d have to bet on Fugue. One good Contrapuntal will finish Mike off… Mike may not have a submission to take advantage of Fugue.”

 

The two of them stand in the corners… Mike checks his leg again… Fugue puts some ice on his back quickly…

 

Two…

 

One…

 

-=:Ding Ding Ding:=-

 

“The final fall is underway!”

 

Fugue and Mike both slowly leave their corners. Both bodies are battered, nearly broken, but neither one of them are going to give up this match… it’s all about getting a shot at CIA, and neither man wants to give that up. The two stare at each other, utter dislike shining in the eyes as the two circle slowly. They have fought for eighteen minutes, and yet in a sense they are only getting started… the two charge in. Mike again gains the upper hand, shoving Fugue back a few feet, but Fugue recovers and baseball slides into Mike’s legs, knocking them out from underneath him! Mike topples over on top of Fugue, into a pinning predicament, but Fugue shoves Mike off before the count gets to one! Mike lay on his stomach, his legs pained, breathing hard and trying to regulate it as Fugue stands up, grabbing his back in utter pain but knowing that Mike is weak as well…

 

“Mike gets taken down HARD, again via the legs, and Fugue has a golden opportunity right here!”

 

Fugue goes over to Van Siclen, grabbing him by the legs. He locks the right one, then puts the left over it, locking Mike in the inverted Indian deathlock, or Contrapuntal! Fugue falls forward, landing on his stomach but not caring as the pressure on Mike’s legs increases and Van Siclen’s face again twists into a mask of pain! He reaches for the ropes, which are maybe five feet away… he crabwalks forward, oh so slowly, stretching his arm but not getting close enough! Fugue lifts up and falls forward again, and Mike cries out, the pressure on his legs almost unbearable! Katelyn walks next to the ring apron… and Mike looks into her eyes…

 

…it’s nothing major…

 

“Van Siclen is so close to tapping! His hand is hovering above the mat!”

 

“But look, Axis… Mike has a new, renewed, just bought at the Wal-Mart fight in him! He’s caught what must be his… ninth wind!”

 

“… Edwin. Not funny.”

 

Van Siclen reaches his arm out again… stretching for the ropes, as far as he possibly can, as Fugue looks at him, trying valiantly to stop him… no dice. Mike’s hand grasps the bottom rope, and the crowd goes nuts! The ref begins the count…

 

“ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THREE!

 

FOUR!

 

FIV –” And Fugue breaks the hold on Van Siclen. The two men stand up, facing each other down, desire in each other’s eyes as they lock up… and Mike gets Fugue in a DDT position! The Amazin’ one raises one arm and whirls around, killing Fugue’s neck with an elbow that sends him to the mat! The crowd ERUPTS for Mike’s signature Code Red!

 

“CODE RED! CODE RED!”

 

“But Mike’s not going for the pinfall, Axis! What a buffoon!”

 

“He’s applying a beautiful, smack-down-a-riffic submission, Kingy! Usually you’re the one that supports that.”

 

Mike is indeed. He grabs Fugue, putting him in Camel Clutch position… but applies a Crossface, putting the Musical Madman in the Gokuraku Clutch! Fugue’s face twists into a mask of pain, and he looks around for the ropes… so close. He reaches, reaches… no! He can’t get a grip on the ropes… and resorts to tapping! The crowd roars as Fugue’s fingers hit the mat as though they are on fire, and the referee signals for the bell!

 

-=:Ding Ding Ding:=-

 

“The winner of the third fall, via submission, and the match, at twenty-one minutes even, the Amazin’ One, MIIIIIIKE VA-AN SIIICCCLLLENNN!”

 

The crowd erupts, Mike celebrating mid-ring with Katelyn…

 

“Stay tuned! Mak Francis, Matt Myers, Hell in a CELL… stay tuned!”

 

…fade…

[Guest HVilleThugg]

Backstage in the SJL locker room, Spike Jenkins is standing with Ben Hardy, looking supremely annoyed. The shot focuses, and Gus' voice can be heard. "We're on, Mr. Hardy."

 

Hardy smile, and turns towards 'Hollywood', just about to speak, but Jenkins quickly snatches the microphone from Hardy's hand and places his hand on the unlucky reporter's face, shoving him out of the shot. "Let me get this straight. Noone took me up on my challenge? All I'm asking is for a simple championship match. I mean, there has to be someone out there with the guts to face me, even though I AM the king of the world, and will most surely beat them within an inch of their life. C'mon. Championship gold and this waist were made for each other. There has to be someone who has the guts to...."

 

Looking up, and to his side, Jenkins falls silent, but a smug smile show on his face. The camera zooms out, to show CIA standing next to Jenkins, the crowd cheering as the Canadian Dream chuckles a bit. "Spike, Spike, Spike. You want a champion, eh? Well, what the hell. I'm got a belt. And about.... five minutes to spare. Besides, it'll be nice to have something to do in the ring tonight. What do you say, Spike? You still got that big ego? You wanna step in the ring with me, eh? See you then."

 

Chuckling again, CIA walks off, leaving Jenkins standing in front of the camera. Turning towards Gus, and the fans at home, Spike smiles. "Time for the King of the world to take his throne."

[Guest HVilleThugg]

The camera cuts back to the Nutter Center in Dayton, Ohio, quite obligingly showing two fans in the front row, both dressed in the garb of an SJL legend, that of the King himself, although both fans are waving signs, one proclaiming Suicide King the greatest ever, the other asking ‘King of Hearts, come back’. A fight starts between both fans, and after it is broken up, the cameras cut to the tremulous trio at the announce table, King leaning back in his chair and laughing heartily. “I love coming back home.”

 

Edwin shrugs, and lets King have his moment, instead turning to the cameras with a bright grin. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back yet again to this tremendously exciting edition of SJL Wrath, live from Dayton, Ohio, hometown of the one and only Suicide King. Up next we’ve got ourselves a crazy impromptu matchup, as Spike Jenkins decided he was good enough for any champion in the SJL, only to have his challenge accepted by none other than our current world Champ, CIA.”

 

Axis nods his head, quickly chiming in. “And though Spike Jenkins has proved himself a talented high flyer, a sneaky heel, and a tremendous egotist, I might go as far to say he’s not quite on par with our World Champ just yet.”

 

King sits up in his chair, suddenly looking dead serious as he glares into the camera. “Don’t you listen to them, folks. We’re in the one place in the world where I am truly appreciated for my greatness, and I can’t BELIEVE they would insult the king of the world, Hollywood Spike Jenkins like this. It’s all about the attitude, and nobody’s got more attitude than Spike.”

 

Edwin chuckles, and nods. “Well, I can agree with that, I suppose. And it IS gonna be a tremendous matchup, so let’s get straight to it. Axis, could you do the honors?”

 

Axis smiles, and as he speaks, the camera shifts into the ring, showing the predictably gaudily bedecked Funyon, microphone in hand, ready to announce the competitors for tonight’s matchup. “Let’s throw things over to Funyon, and get these two out here. This match will be crazy, so try not to blink and miss anything, fans.”

 

 

Funyon is ready in mid ring, raising the microphone high, and motioning towards the entryway as ‘Slit Wrist Theory’ starts blaring through the arena. “Introducing first, from Hollywood, California, he weighs in at two hundred and twenty pounds, and is the self proclaimed King of the world. He is…. Hollywood! Spike! JEENNKKIINNSS!!!!!”

 

‘Hollywood’ emerges from behind the backstage curtain; to be greeted by the raucous boos of the assembled fans. Nevertheless, he preens, and poses, before marching towards the ring, yelling at the fans about how great he is, and just why he is the king of the world. Pulling himself up onto the apron, he leans back, stretching back the top rope, and letting out a loud cry of ‘I’m the king, baby!’ for the ringside fans. This prompts another loud chorus of boos, and Spike merely ducks in under the ropes, making his way to the center of the ring, arms outstretched as he stands face to face with Funyon. Sighing, the ring announcer rolls his wrist, indicating Spike should get on with it, but the once lovable stoner stands smugly, merely waiting. After a few seconds, Funyon rolls his eyes and steps back, waving his hand towards the corner. Jenkins finally gets the message, and marches over to the turnbuckles, relaxing in the corner.

 

The fans quiet down after a few moments, and Funyon steps into the middle of the ring, raising his microphone one more time. “Ladies and Gentleman. Your SJL Woooorrrrlllddd Champion humbly requests that you get up on your feet! He’ll be joining us all in just one moment, but he wants you to tell the man in this ring, Spike Jenkins, just who the King is.”

 

Jenkins smiles, and spins into the center of the ring, extending his arms out to either side, and awaiting the inevitable cheers. He explodes with rage, yelling angrily out at the fans in the Nutter center, as a chant of ‘Su-i-cide! Su-i-cide!’ breaks out.

 

“Well, well. CIA finally proves he’s got brains AND class by knowing just what these fans have on their minds. And as much as I like Spike Jenkins, I must admit, he’s no Suicide King, patron saint of all heels.”

 

The announce team is silent for a few moments, and King looks to his side, at both of his speechless companions. “What, no snide comments? No quips? Not even a bad pun?”

 

Edwin and Axis shrug, and Edwin is the first to speak up. “As much as I’d like to, I really can’t argue with you, King. And I guess Axis can’t either.”

 

“Wow. I’m touched, but this just feels so…”

 

“Wrong, Queenie?”

 

“Ah. Much better, you jackass.”

 

The ‘Suicide’ chants continue, and after a few moments, a new voice can be heard, coming over the house mic, starting with a soft chuckle. “Well, Jenkins, I guess that means the glory days are over, eh? At one time, you were a fun loving guy. Heck, you even hit the peak of your career already, once even being on the SAME team as me. But tonight, you laid out a challenge. Pretty dumb of you, eh? Cause you are not ready for the Canadian style! Let’s hear the people cheer!”

 

The arena lights dim, entire crowd being bathed in a dull red glow. The familiar opening chords of the Canadian national anthem fill the air, just long enough for a few fans to chant ‘O Canada’, and then the arena seems to explode with light, every fixture flaring a bright red, pyro exploding all along the stage, bright red towers of sparks, and fluttering bits of shimmering red confetti floating down over the crowd, CIA emerging from the backstage area, arms out to his sides as he spins in a small circle on the stage, causing the flags hanging from his jacket to flow as he moves to the familiar riff that begins ‘Secret agent man’. The fans explode with cheers, quite happy to see the world champ, who stands for a few moments, looking towards Spike, in the ring.

 

With a smarmy smile on his face, CIA reaches down, with the microphone in his hand, tapping it against the gold of the belt, and then raising it up to his lips, doing his best to impersonate Spike Jenkin’s voice. “I’m the king of the company!!” The fans cheer as CIA goads Jenkins, and the sWo’s resident ego-freak dashes to the ropes, yelling angrily at CIA, and motioning for him to enter the ring. CIA begins to slowly stroll down the ramp, obviously not finished just yet. “Well, Spike, you’re supposed to be King of the world, right? Well, you know, I’ve heard a few things about Mr. DiCaprio that I certainly could apply to you, I guess I’ll just have to take it as incontrovertible proof that marijuana DOES kill brain cells, eh?”

 

Continuing to fume in the center of the ring, Spike points to CIA and calls him into the squared circle, but CIA merely shrugs off his jacket, motioning to the referee to move Jenkins away. The referee steps into place, motioning for Jenkins to step back from the ropes, which only enrages Spike further. CIA unstraps the belt from his waist, carefully handing it to a ringside official and pulling himself up onto the apron, making sure to raise his hand and mock yawn. Jenkins insists that the referee get CIA in the ring and start the match, but CIA pulls himself up onto the apron, and into the ring, smiling happily.

 

“Look at this jackass of a Canadian, taunting Spike Jenkins. I mean, the delays, the pantomime, the insults. It’s almost like he’s…. a heel, or something. And he’s nowhere NEAR that smart.”

 

“Well, King, maybe uh….. maybe he’s paying tribute to your greatness as a wrestling heel, since we’re in your hometown.”

 

Axis seems incredulous, not even able to imagine such a thing being true. “Edwin, that’s ludicrous. I mean, what kind of a horrid, made-up excuse is that? You’re just grasping at straws now.”

 

Inside the ring, the sound of the bell going off can be heard quite clearly, as CIA tosses the microphone still in his hands to the ref. Turning away, the referee isn’t in place to see Spike Jenkins rush towards CIA, nor is he able to see as CIA hops back towards the ropes, and kicks upwards as if he were trying for a field goal, catching Jenkins with a textbook Galatea special. The fans cheer, and some wince in sympathy, as CIA quickly steps around Jenkins, reaching up to hook both his arms behind his back. The referee turns around, and sees CIA drop forward to his knees, and lean towards the canvas, sliding Jenkins shoulders to the mat in a backslide. Slipping into position, the ref begins to make the count, looking for an amazingly quick three count.

 

“Oh, no way it’s over this quick.”

 

ONE!

 

.

 

.

 

.

 

.

 

.

 

TWO!

 

Ref still not looking, CIA raises his body upwards slightly, and plants both of his feet on the second rope, lifting his body and adding more leverage to his hold. At the announce table, Axis gasps in shcok, Edwin is speechless, and King merely stammers.

 

.

 

.

 

.

 

.

 

.

 

THREE!!!!

 

*DING DING DING*

 

The bell rings, the crowd erupts with cheers, and CIA quickly drops off the ropes, releasing his hold and rolling to the outside. A ring attendant runs up to him with his SJL world title, slipping it into his hands, and passing a microphone to the Canadian as well. CIA chuckles, and raises the mic to his lips as he continues to back up the ramp, but he can’t even get anything out, instead laughing heartily, actually stopping and doubling over in shock as Jenkins argues with the ref inside the ring. “Hey.. *chuckle* hey, Spike, eh? You think you’re the King of the world, do ya? You’re not even the King of the heels, apparently, cause I just worked my way around you, eh? What’s the old saying….. jobbed in five seconds to a backslide? Keep on trucking, Spike, and respect the real King. He’s over there at the announce table if you’re looking for any advice on your career. You may need it.”

 

Smiling, CIA drops the Microphone, and turns to walk to the backstage to a loud pop, leaving Spike Jenkins slackjawed in the ring.

 

“Wow…. I… I don’t know what to say. I still hate that ugly, stupid, holier than thou Canadian, and I’m sure he hates me, but sometimes…. It’s nice to be appreciated.”

 

Edwin smiles, and nods his head. “And be happy you got it tonight, cause sitting next to me, that’ll be the last time anyone says anything nice about you for a LONG time.”

 

Axis shakes his head, not believing what he just saw. “That, folks, was just….. completely odd. But it’s another notch in the win column for CIA, and that’s about all that can be said for it. Wow. I wouldn’t want to be Spike Jenkins right now.”

 

The camera angle changes to Spike Jenkins, angrily kicking at the ropes and berating the referee, and then fades away to black.

[Guest HVilleThugg]

Backstage at the Nutter center, the cameras focus on a large poster hanging prominently, proudly proclaiming the Suicide King a hometown hero. Perhaps fittingly, down below the poster another heel wrestler prepares for a match. The camera shifts down onto Mak Francis in the hallway leading to gorilla position, his match with Matt Myers mere minutes away. He’s quickly moving up and down, executing a few push-ups to get his blood flowing. The camera flows up and down with his movements as he breathes in between reps. He mumbles twenty five under his breath as suddenly a pair of boots step into the camera directly beside his form. As Gus slowly backs away from Francis the camera angle widens to show the visage of CIA standing beside a still oblivious Mak Francis.

 

“Do you have something to say to me?” Well I guess he wasn’t SO oblivious. “Because I have a match against my former mentor in the most dangerous stipulation of all time in about five minutes.” Francis continues his movements as CIA bends down to one knee allowing the camera to pan in on the both of them, his hands behind his back. “What no hello… no how do you do… no ‘nice shiny gold belt around your waist, champ’, eh.”

 

CIA laughs but the tension can’t even be broken by one of his witty jokes. Francis’s muscles tense as he stops mid push-up and speaks in anger. “I hate it when you use that accent. And even though it’s just another gimmick match, a four way… it’ll have to do. I just wanted you one on one in that ring. No cage, no third or fourth member, but you and me. “The Franchise” and “The Dream”. It’s about more than the belt now. It’s about me and you one last time.”

 

“Well I’m glad to hear that it finally got through. It wasn’t just about chasing the title, it’s always been about pride with us, Franchise. Hell, you made the dream. And I helped make the Franchise bigger and better than it ever was before.” CIA pulls an envelope and black pen from behind his back and lightly pats Mak on the head with the envelope. “I don’t have much else to say, eh. I think that this says it all. Here's your ticket to the big show, Mak. First class, all the way.”

 

Francis looks up at CIA as he gets up off bended knee and smirks through his mask. “It might not be for the World title, but you've got your match, eh? So are you ready for the fight of your life?”

 

Mak stays speechless as CIA stands, dropping the envelope on the cold floor now with sweat drops pooling under Mak. “Oh and I guess I should wish you an early happy birthday. I’ll see you on the 29th.”

 

Francis stops his warm up and grabs the envelope and pen, standing up as the figure of CIA retreats into the hallway. “How did he know that?” Francis states, asking nobody in particular. He opens it and unfolds the paper with the Smarks Wrestling Federation letterhead and smirks. His eyes glance over the paragraph above. “One day before my birthday. What a present this will be.”

 

Mak places the paper on the ground and signs his name in loopy cursive next to the signature of his nemesis. And with that he folds up the paper and makes the long walk down the corridor and into position to be taken to hell and back.

[Guest HVilleThugg]

And we once again come back to Smarks Junior League Wrath, as the arena is strangely darkened, as there is just a single light in the arena, and that light is over the most demonic, destructive, and hell-raising structure in the wrestling industry today and that is the Hell in the Cell. The cage hangs over the ring like a bad omen, as Axis, Commissioner Edwin, and The Suicide King chime in.

 

“Welcome back, ladies and gents, to yet another edition of Smarks Junior League Wrath…but oh no…it’s not just your average Wrath. This match could be the end to the greatest stable in Smarks Junior League history, a stable that rivals the rage and furry of Red Storm Rising, the sWo, the Smarks World Order. The two co-leaders have been having their problems as of late,” Edwin says.

 

“Well, for once, Edwin, I agree,” The Suicide King says, “Mak Francis and Matt Myers have been in deep arguments since there have been sWo vs. sWo matches, instated by a CERTAIN Commissioner…”

 

“Well, if the sWo hadn’t gotten in Edwin’s face so much, than MAYBE this wouldn’t be happening!” Axis chimes in, “Matt Myers has been having extremely big problems with Commissioner Edwin, when he was just trying to do this job. Anyways, enough of this talk. I’m ready to get this match rolling.”

 

“Ugh! How can you support such a match that has so much hatred and violence?!” The Suicide King yells.

 

“It’s our job to do this, Kingy, me ‘ol chap,” Edwin says as Funyon begins to climb up the ring steps, “There have been many Hell In The Cell matches in the JL, I can remember The Boston Strangler going against Brimstone…K-Os taking on his old rival The Flunkmasta Flexxx…and also in the now-defunct IGNML, there was the Hell in the Cell match to end all Hell in the Cell matches, Thoth against Silent…but this one may top them all!”

 

Funyon enters the ring to a huge ovation, as a singe spotlight focuses on him. He takes out a card out of his pocket and begins to speak…

 

“LADIES AND GEEENTTLLLEEMMENN…The following contest, is for one fall…”

 

...

 

 

“…INSIDE A HELL IN THE CEEEELLL!”

 

A huge ovation comes from the crowd, as they rise to their feet in anticipation of the match. Blue and White lights flash as “Down with the Sickness” by Disturbed starts to play.

 

“Introducing first…” Funyon starts

 

As the words “Are you Ready” fly across the screen, a digitized voice repeats them. This happens once more, as well, and then a digitized voice screams ‘Cause the Franchise is Here’, and then the SmarkTron flashes the words 'The Franchise', as he struts out on to the entrance ramp, looking out at the crowd. He gets a surprising amounts to cheers, and less boos, as he begins walking down to the ring, as the Hell In The Cell ever-so-slowly lowers down to the ring. He slides under the bottom rope and into the ring, as “Down With A Sickness” continues playing.

 

“Look at it, Edwin,” The Suicide King says, “It’s coming down…that cage…it’s coming!”

 

“FROM Philadelphia, PA, WEIGHING IN AT 225 POOOOUUNNDDSSS, “THE FRANCHISE” MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAK FRRRRAAANNNNCCCIIISSSS!!!” Funyon booms, as Mak Francis leans against the turnbuckle and looks up at the gigantic cage, as it lowers itself to the ring.

 

“Mak Francis must be thinking…what am I going to have to do to beat Myers in this cage?” Edwin says, “It’s no normal cage match…am I going to have to climb the sldies? Go up on top? On the outside?”

 

As Edwin continues his talking, The arena's lights come to a sudden halt, as the arena darkens for about ten seconds...then...

 

::BOOM!::

 

A huge neon-purple pyro goes off in the middle of the entrance way, as a multi-colored stroblelight hits in the arena, still engulfed in darkness, as the arena turns into a rave-like state. "Rise" by The Cult blasts through the speakers, as the fans rise from their seats. Smoke hisses out from the entrance way, as Matt Myers steps through the smoke, and on to the entrance ramp. Myers gets the same reaction as Francis, many cheers as well boos. He gets halfway down the entrance ramp as he’s announced…

 

“FROM New Haven, CONNECTICUT! Weighing in at 229 Pooouuunndddsss., “BROTHER RED” MATT MYYYYEEERRSSS!” Funyon says, as he quickly exits the ring before the cage is to be put over it. Matt Myers slides under the bottom rope and into the ring, as he meets eyes with Mr. Francis. They stare, not showing any real fear in their eyes. Mak leans against the turnbuckle, as it looks like he’s ready to tear Matt in two. The lights return to normal and the cage finally encloses the wrestlers and the lone referee, as the match finally begins…

 

::Ding…Diiing…Ding::

 

“The cell is over the ring…and oh my god, it’s on…” Edwin proclaims.

 

Mak Francis and Matt Myers begin circling each other, as they stop and then lock up. Matt quickly pulls his arm over Mak’s head and applies a headlock, as Mak shoves him off into the ropes and runs after him, knocking him down with a clothesline. Mak tries to bend down to pick Matt up, but Myers uses his legs to push Mak Francis into the turnbuckle! Mak’s back collides with the turnbuckle, as Matt Myers backs away a little bit and delivers a spinning kick right to the stomach of the sWo co-leader! Mak Francis stumbles out of the turnbuckle as Matt begins backing away of Mr. Francis while standing in front of him…as he scoops him up and SLAMS him down on the mat in a powerslam!

 

“What a powerslam!” Axis proclaims, “It seems that Matt Myers is ignoring the steel mesh around him and trying to prove to Mak that he’s a better, and it seems that he’s dominating his partner!”

 

Matt Myers gets up from the mat, as he looks down at Mak Francis, who gives back a cold stare. Matt Myers backs away from Mak once more as he lets him rise to his feet. The stare still doesn’t break, as they begin circling each other again. They lock up once more, as Mak Francis backs Matt Myers against a turnbuckle. He breaks the hold, as he delivers a few hard chops to the chest of Matt Myers. Myers groans in pain as the crowd echoes in a strong “Oooooooooooh!”.

 

WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

Mak Francis gives another chop as the –

 

 

WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

Crowd echoes with energy, as the sound –

 

WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

Echoes through the arena! Mak Francis then grabs the head of Matt Myers, as he locks on a side-headlock and runs forward, as he tries to deliver a picture-perfect bulldog…but Matt Myers picks up the back of Mak Francis as he pushes Mr. Francis so he gets tied up in the ropes in a VERY uncomfortable position! The crowd lets out a gigantic “OOOOH!” as Mak Francis is hung up on the ropes! Matt Myers sees that it’s his time to take advantage once more, as he jumps on the ropes next to Mak and extends his leg out to it whacks Mak in the back of the head, sending him outside of the ring!

 

“Wooo!” Suicide King cheers, “Mak Francis is on the outside of the ring…and it looks like Mr. Myers is going to follow him! We’re gunna see some blood here, folks!”

 

Just as King said, Matt Myers slides under the bottom rope and on to the outside of the ring. He pauses as he’s on the outside of the ring, as he looks around at the steel mesh around him. He smiles as he looks at it, but when he turns back to Mak Francis…WHAM! A cheap punch to the jimmies stuns Matt Myers momentarily!

 

“Oof! What a cheap shot from Mak Francis!” Axis says, “I don’t approve that low blow, but then again, anything is allowed here in the Hell In The Cell!”

 

Mak Francis climbs up to his feet as he locks on a slide-Russian leg sweep hold…but Matt Myers delivers a elbow to the head of Mak Francis and Mak stumbles away from Mr. Myers! Matt Myers then follows Mak Francis, as he grabs the head of Mak and throws him into the steel mesh! Mak Francis stumbles backwards as Matt Myers jumps up on top of the ring-apron and turns around, as he jumps on top of the ropes and switches his weight around so his legs wrap around Mak Francis’ neck and he twirls around, sending Mak Francis’ body flying to the mat in a hurricane-rana! The crowd explodes in shock of the insane move!

 

“What a hurricane-rana!” Edwin says, “Matt Myers must have come up with that one out of pure instinct, why, I don’t think I’ve ever seen one quite like that!”

 

Matt Myers rises to his feet as he picks up Mak Francis by the neck and throws him back into the ring. Mak Francis rolls to the other side of the ring, as Matt Myers enters after him. Matt Myers begins to advance on the fallen Mak Francis, but he’s stopped by a quick leg to the stomach! Matt Myers turns around and begins to walk away from Mak Francis…but he turns around once again, rage in his eyes…as he’s stopped one more time with a BRUTAL superkick to the jaw! Mak Francis falls to his knees as Matt Myers rolls around on the mat, as he covers the fallen Matt Myers…

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THR…NO! Matt Myers kicks out just in the knick of time! Mak Francis rises to his feet once again, as he grabs Matt Myers by the leg and delivers a swift kick to the knee-cap of Matt Myers! Matt Myers screams in pain as Mak Francis steps over the leg of Myers, as he takes the other leg and drops to his back, as Mak Francis applies a picture-perfect figure-four leg lock! He sees the ropes behind him and reaches back, as he pulls himself up, putting the leg-lock at an angle!

 

“Shouldn’t that hold be broken, Edwin?” Axis says.

 

“Don’t be stupid, Axis,” The Suicide King says, “There’s obviously no rope-break or disqualifications in this match, it’s just a huge fight between two men!”

 

Matt Myers screams in pain as Mak Francis keeps the hold on tight, as he holds on to the ropes for balance…but Matt Myers uses his quickness to twist himself over, reversing the pressure of the figure-four leg lock, applying the pain to his former partner, Mak Francis! Mak Francis screams in pain as he rolls around on the mat, trying to throw his weight over and reverse the hold…but Matt Myers is keeping great balance!

 

“What a reversal of the figure-four!” Axis says, “Mak Francis’ legs must be in a huge amount of pain right now!”

 

Mak Francis moves ever so closely to the ropes next to him…as he reaches his arm out and…no…not there yet…

 

…Closer…

 

…Closer…

 

“What is going through the mind of Mak Francis?!” The Suicide King says, “Should I tap? Should I give? Should I just end it all here and show Matt that’s he’s a bigger man…”

 

…Cloooooooooooser…

 

…AND HE FINALLY REACHES THE ROPES! He pulls himself up as he breaks one leg free and uses it to jab into Matt Myer’s ribs…and other jab, as the leg-lock is broken! He then grabs Matt Myers’s legs as he takes them and flips over them, as he ends up on top of Mr. Myers with his legs up in the air! He looks the legs of Myers with his arms as the refreree counts, as the crowd chants along to the genius roll-up!

 

ONE!

 

TWO…

 

THREEEEEEEEEEEEE…NO! More like two and a half, as Matt Myers uses his legs to push Mak Francis’s shoulder to the mat, reversing the roll-up, as the referee quickly counts again…

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THR—NO! Mak Francis locks his legs around the neck of Matt Myers and quickly pulls him over, rolling him up! The shocked referee counts AGAIN…

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THR…NO! MATT MYERS KICKS OUT AGAIN! Both men rolls away from eachother and then quickly get back up, to one knee, panting and groaning.

 

“A technical war. King, we are witnessing a technical WAR!” Edwin says, “So far, we’re seen them try to out roll-up each other…out-chop each other…out-submit each other…oh my god, it is on in this match!”

 

“I agree with you, Edwin, for once,” King says, “Both men are trying to prove a point here, and they’re doing it…”

 

Matt Myers and Mak Francis don’t waste any time, as Matt Myers rushes at Mak Francis, only to get a knee to the stomach! Mak Francis grabs the arm of Matt Myers as he whips him against the ropes and comes at him with a jumping clothesline! Mak rolls on the mat behind Matt Myers, as he lets him rise as he quickly locks on a Cobra Clutch…to which he suplex Myers with the clutch locked on! Mak Francis hits the ‘Million-Dollar Plex’, as he

 

“MILLION-DOLLAR PLEX!” Edwin screams, “And Mak Francis is covering Matt Myers! It’s all going to be over here…”

 

ONE!

 

TWO…

 

THRRRRRR…NO! MATT MYERS KICKS OUT JUST IN THE NICK OF TIME!

 

“What a move! Matt Myers may have been knocked off his socks there!” Edwin says. Matt Myers quickly rolls out of the ring, as he begins dizzily walking around. He quickly re-gains his senses as he turns around once again to see Mak Francis turn around and run against the ring ropes, as he takes a suicide dive through the second rope, as he begins flying through the air…

 

Flying…

 

Flying…

 

Flllllllllllllllllying…AS HE MISSES MATT MYERS AND COLIDES WITH A CAGE WALL, AS HE BREAKS THE CAGE WALL!

 

“OH MY GOOOD!” Edwin screams, “MAK FRANCIS JUST MISSED A SUICIDE DIVE AND COLIDED WITH THE CAGE WALL, AND HE *BROKE* IT!”

 

“Shit!” The Suicide King screams, “There’s a hole in the cage! Someone patch it up!”

 

Axis and Edwin give The Suicide King a weird stare.

 

“Pfft. Well…I mean…really. PATCH IT UP!” The Suicide King screams, “I mean…whenever someone goes to the top of a Hell In The Cell…oh, I don’t even want to think about it…”

 

Matt Myers sees the opening, as he begins to crawl out of the cell, as he sees that he’s finally outside of the cage. He looks around, as he begins to climb up to the top of the cage…but he feels as if something’s pulling him down…Mak Francis has grabbed Matt Myers’ pants and is beginning to pull him down…until he gets an idea. Mak Francis puts his head in-between Matt Myers’ legs, as he pulls Myers off of the cage…and SLAMS him down on the fallen steel mesh in a tremendous powerbomb!

 

“OH MY…lordie!” Edwin says, “That’ll leave a fucking MARK!”

 

“Well, Edwin, we’re surrounded by them!” The Suicide King says, “And…oh…I wasn’t supposed to say that…is I?”

 

Axis sighs, “You’re so fired.”

 

Mak Francis sees the top of the cage is neigh, and so is the end of the match, as he begins climbing the cage. He reaches half-way until he looks down and sees that Matt Myers has risen to his feet and he’s climbing up as well. Mak Francis then FINALLY reaches the top of the cage as he rolls on the mesh, hoping it will hold and won’t break. He gets up to his feet as Matt Myers finally reaches the top.

 

“My god…MY GOD…they’re on top of the cage, King, they’re on TOP OF THE CAGE…”

 

“I’ve got a horrible feeling about this,” Axis says, “I don’t know…but something tells me something bad is going to happen…”

 

Matt Myers sees that Mak Francis is standing, as the crowd explodes in excitement, knowing that the end is near. Matt Myers runs towards Mak Francis, only to be knocked down by a drop-toe hold, as he quickly rises to his knees, but Mak Francis lets loose a leg-drop on his neck. Mak Francis quickly rises to his feet again, trying to balance on the steel mesh…as he picks up Matt Myers by the hair, pointing to off the cage…

 

“OH NO!” The Suicide King screams, but Matt Myers is lucky, as he delivers a quick kick to the back of the head of Mak Francis. He tries for another one…but Mak Francis catches Matt’s leg, as Mak Francis scoops Matt Myers up, quickly applying a suplex while hooking the leg…as he holds him up in the beginning of a move he likes to call ‘The Franchise Tag’…as he begins walking over to the edge of the cage…

 

“Oh…no…no…MAK…DON’T…DON’T!” The Suicide King begs, but his begs do no good, as Mak Francis is now near the EDGE OF THE CAGE…

 

“OH MY GOD! MAK FRANCIS IS GOING TO DROP MATT MYERS IN A FRANCHISE TAG OFF OF THE HELL IN THE CELL!” Axis screams…but Matt Myers struggles out of the franchise tag, falling behind Mak Francis! Mak Francis turns around to SEE A SPINNING KICK COMMIGN STRAIGHT AT HIM…but he ducks just in time as he quickly walks a few steps behind Myers, and Matt turns around once again to see a superkick come straight at his jaw and nail him, as he falls backwards…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

RIGHT

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

OFF

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

CAGE!

 

MATT MYERS FALLS THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE.

 

“OH MY FUCKING GOD!” Axis screams, “MATT MYERS HAS BEEN BROKEN IN HALF! MATT MYERS IS HURT! SOMEONE HELP HIM!”

 

Mak Francis stands on top of the cage, a look of pure shock and disbelief on his face. He looks down at the fallen Myers, as the announcers can do nothing but look on in shock…

 

“Someone…someone help him!” Edwin says, “Matt Myers just flew 20 feet through the air and crashed through the announce table!”

 

Minutes go by, as everyone is silent. A group of referees rush from the back as they attend to Myers, as they begin to help pick him up…but Myers pushes them away, falling to all fours! He begins crawling toward the cage, as he places both hands on the steel mesh and begins climbing it once more, back up to the top!

 

“King…King…do…do you see what I see?” Axis says, “Matt Myers is back up! He’s hurt and barley has anything left…but he’s CLIMBING THE CAGE AGAIN!”

 

“Oh my god…oh my god…” The Suicide King just says in disbelief, as Matt Myers finally reaches the top of the cage. Mak Francis, afraid and confused begins to back away from Matt Myers, as Matt finally stands on his own two legs, but obviously hurt. He rushes at Matt with a super-kick…but Matt Myers ducks, as he scoops Mak Francis up on to his back…

 

“OH MY GOD!” Edwin says, “HE’S NOT GOING TO…”

 

…AS HE LIFTS MAK FRANCIS’ LEGS UP INTO THE AIR, AS HE THROWS HIM DOWN ON TO ONE OF THE MESH PLATE ON THE CAGE, AS THE MESH PLATE *SNAPS* AND MAK FRANCIS GOES SMASHING DOWN TO THE RING BELLOW!

 

“…MY GOD!” Edwin screams, “HE DID! HE DID!”

 

Matt Myers falls down, as he lies on the cage, seeing Mak Francis lying in the middle of the ring, nearly knocked out. He tries to get back up…but a stinging pain in his ribs stops him as he can only get up on all fours.

 

“DID…OH MY GOD…” Axis screams, “I mean…first we see Matt Myers get ‘Franchise Taged’ off of the cage, and now we see Mak Francis get Death Myers Drivers II THROUGH the damn cage!”

 

“Don’t get me wrong, Axis…but I’ve got a funny feeling that it’s all going to end here…” Edwin says.

 

Matt Myers, unable to move or let alone breath, begins to roll to the hole in the cage, as he uses the hanging, broken mesh to climb down on, as he falls to the ring floor. He looks over at Mak Francis, not moving at all. Using his last bit of strength, he puts his arm out, as he reaches over and lays a single arm across Mak Francis.

 

The crowd goes fucking crazy as the referee counts.

 

ONE!

 

TWOO!

 

THREEE!

 

“MATT MYERS! MATT MYERS!” Edwin screams, “I DON’T BELIEVE IT! MATT MYERS HAS BEATEN HIS CO-LEADER OF THE SMARKS WORLD ORDER!”

 

Matt Myers is helped up by the referees, as “Rise” blasts over the speakers. Funyon announces the winner, as the commentators ramble over the results.

 

“THE WINNAH OF THIS MATCH…MAAAAAATT MYYYYYERS!” Funyon announces.

 

“What a match, folks. We saw a war here, and they are torn the place apart. God, I hate to be the clean-up crew for this show…” Edwin says.

 

“Yes, but what’s the status of the sWo? Mak Francis? Matt Myers? Is there even an sWo? Is Matt Myers or Francis even ALIVE?! Folks, all this and more will be revealed. Stay tuned…and…Edwin…” The Suicide King says…

 

“…Edwin…Mak Francis isn’t moving…”

 

Edwin, a look of concern on his face, gets up from the announce table and passes Matt Myers who is being helped out of the door of the cage. The cage begins to lift off as Edwin slides under the bottom rope and into the ring, as he says something to Mak Francis, who says something else back. Edwin looks up at the entrance way and screams, “WE NEED A MEDIC OUT HERE!” as the show star wipes to black…

[Guest HVilleThugg]

Summary

 

HARDCORE MATCH

Ejiro Fasaki vs. Johnny “The Barracuda” Dangerous

- Johnny Dangerous does, in fact, turn Ejiro into sushi.

 

SINGLES MATCH

Wildchild vs. Jack The Ripper

- JtR with the surprising win over the newbie.

 

SINGLES MATCH

Thor vs. Judge Mental

- Mental gets the win. If I have to unlock a topic next time I edit in a match Thugg will die.

 

HVT Edit: Threats, threats...bring it kangaroo boy!

 

WORLD TITLE #1 CONTENDERSHIP TWO OUT OF THREE FALLS MATCH

Fugue vs. MVS

- Our 4th #1 contender is………Mike Van Silcen!! {default}

 

WORLD TITLE MATCH

Spike vs. CIA

- CIA is just a mean person…pins Spike in like 5 seconds.

 

MAIN EVENT

HELL IN A CELL!!!

Mak Francis vs. Matt Myers

- Myers upsets the Franchise!

 

PS – DON’T FORGET TO CHECK THE WF BOARD FOR THE COUNTDOWN CARD