SJL Wrath, October 27

October 28, 2002

SJL Wrath for October 27, 2002

Location: Compaq Center in Houston, Texas

SINGLES MATCH

Jack the Ripper vs. James Morin

The SJL’s newest recruit, James Morin, goes up against Jack the Ripper, who recently lost to Ejiro Fasaki in the Euro #1 Contender’s Match. Can the Boston-bred Morin (I love this guy already…) take out Jack, who has shown flashes of potential in the last few weeks?

TABLES ELIMINATION MATCH

Wildchild vs. Johnny Dangerous vs. Christian Fury

Johnny Dangerous suffered a cruel defeat on Metal when he was eliminated from the Euro #1 Contendership match when Jack the Ripper destroyed him with a steel chair. Fury didn’t show up for his match, invoking the wrath of Godrea, and Wildchild was cost the European title when Ejiro Fasaki felt the need to interfere in Wildchild's match with Tim Dillon. Now, these three men, all in need of a win, go at it in a Tables Elimination match. The winner has a chance to really take a leap up the card with a win here. Winning would be very beneficial to your future. Showing up, however, is ESSENTIAL to your future here in the JL.

Rules: No DQ or countout. Last man to not be put through a table is the winner. The first man eliminated must be sent to the back. The person must be PUT THROUGH THE TABLE. Missing an aerial move/corner move will NOT eliminate a competitor.

EUROPEAN TITLE MATCH

Tim Dillon© vs. Ejiro Fasaki

Ejiro Fasaki picked up a somewhat controversial win in the triple threat to determine a #1 Contender on Metal, after Johnny Dangerous was eliminated with the help of a steel chair. Meanwhile, Tim Dillion needed a lot of help from Ejiro to retain against Wildchild. In an odd twist of fate, Tim must now defend against the man who helped him retain. Can Ejiro capture his first SJL belt, or will Dillon, still thankful for retaining, hang on?

Rules: Countout/DQ are in full effect. Normal match rules.

WORLD TITLE MATCH

NO-DQ MATCH

Judge Mental© vs. Matt Myers

On Metal, Myers took out Kamikaze for #1 Contendership to the SJL World Title. On the same show, Judge Mental, the now-dominant champ, defeated Mike Van Siclen in an…interesting…inferno match. Now, with one man vanquished, Mental is immediately faced with an equally serious threat. Will Myers, hungry for SJL World Title gold, finally take home the title after an exhaustive climb to the top? Or will Mental, the SJL prodigy, triumph once again and re-re-reestablish his dominance? Only one way to find out!

Rules: DQ and countout are not in effect. Weapons and interference are legal, and all pinfalls/submissions must take place inside the ring.

October 28, 2002

Axis, MacPhisto and Suicide King all take their seats round the commentary table

"Hello Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to SJL's very first show in this part of England!" Axis booms into his headset.

"And tonight we open with a home town guy and someone I really have my eye one, Dace Night," comments King

"You would do King. And Dace opens against the ever popular Matthew Kivell." MacPhisto replies.

"Anyway, let's get it on!" Axis shouts to shut them up.

Kivell walks out to his own version of Nice Guys Finish Last, to warm, but not huge, cheers from the local crowd.

The red and purple lights hit and Cold Hate, Warm Blood booms across the jam-packed town hall as Dace makes his way out.

"Great, Hall is reffing again, how can Dace hope to have a fair chance in his first match?" King sneers.

They tie up, and Dace immediately drives a knee into Kivell's gut, then snap suplexes him.

"Right out of his boots at the first move" MacPhisto yells.

Dace whips Kivell into the ropes and charges in after him. Kivell ducks the lariat and kicks Dace in the kidneys.

"Nice kick to the lower back taking things back to Kivell's ball court there" Axis calls.

Kivell hooks they leg and backdrops Dace and rolls over for the pin.

……1 Kickout

"Kivell going for a quick cover but it's far to soon for that" MacPhisto puts in.

"Ref, get him off him, that had to be illegal!" King lies blatantly

Both men back up, and they start trading stiff chops. The crowd starts to Whoo with Kivell's. Kick to the gut from Kivell, tries for a DDT, but gets a Northern Lights Suplex from Dace instead.

Dace brings him back up, gut wrenches him over and drops him with a Shoulder Breaker.

“That wont be doing his arm any good,” Axis shouts.

“Go on Dace, go for the kill!” King shouts on.

Another tie up, Dace tries for another suplex, but Kivell slips down his back and rolls him up.

……1 Kickout

But Kivell holds on, whips Dace to the ropes and clothlines him down on the way back.

“Kivell can always hold his own, but he needs to pick up the pace to win,” MacPhisto comments.

An elbow drop from Kivell, and another, and a third. Lifts up Dace, one scoop slam, hold on, and another. The crowd starts roaring behind Kivell.

But Dace just pops back up and takes Kivell down with a Fujiwara Arm bar.

“Dace just stopped Kivell’s momentum dead.” Axis calls in shock.

“This isn’t good, that Fujiwara can take the shoulder right out of it’s socket!” Cries MacPhisto.

“That’s by man, he’ll be going far in this company,” King says.

Kivell fights his way free of the arm bar. Both men crawl back up with the ropes, but Dace strikes first with a knee to the get and a series of chops, as the crowd pour on the boos.

An Irish whip from Dace, who follows Kivell in and knees him in the gut as he comes off the rope. Front face lock, and into a Fisherman’s suplex!

……1

.. Kickout

“And fishermans suplex following the knee to the gut from Dace, but Kivell kicks out with all he’s got.” Follows Axis’ play by play

“Count faster Hall!” King says staying to lose his cool.

Dace follows right up with a suplex and turns it over into a stunner. Jarring Kivell’s chin and throat off his shoulder, leaving him standing stunned.

Dace charges up and levels the dazed Kivell with his Yakuza Kick. The crowd explode at him, and start crying out for Kivell to get back up.

“BOOM! That’s it baby, take it all home Dace,” King starts punching at the air.

“The crowd rallying behind Kivell once again, they love this guy, I don’t really know if that think that much of Dace at all,” MacPhisto muses as he wishes he could get to The Suicide King.

“But no cover, what it Dace playing?” Axis questions keeping his eyes on the action.

Dace tries to Powerbomb Kivell but gets a Rana for his efforts, but rolls through out of the pin and shakes himself off. Only to leave himself open to a spinning heel kick from Kivell. And that’s followed up with a leg drop, and pushes back up into a moonsault.

……1

……2

Kickout!

“After that fast moving show from Kivell, Dace throws him right off for the kickout,” Axis notes.

“This is a great opener for everyone here at this SJL event,” MacPhisto plugs.

Cheers come down for Kivell, but Dace doesn’t seem to be getting that much of anything.

Dace and Kivell trade punches, whip to the ropes, reversed, shoulder block, either man goes down. Belly to Belly from Kevill, Dace slips behind him. Goes for the German, Kivell flips round him, Dace answers right back and spins back round himself. Get’s Kivell off his feet and into the air, Kivell sails right over and onto his feet. Lightening run and a dropkick to Dace. He staggers back, then bounds off the ropes, tries for lariat. Kivell leaps up and ranas Dace over.

“They trade off and Kivell hits another rana, and the crowds seems to love Kivell flying in the air.” Axis shouts, trying to keep up with the action.

“This is just a great trade off of styles, the crowd his hot for Kivell,” calls MacPhisto.

“Move it or lose it Dace, don’t let me down!” King yells.

……1

……2

.. Kickout!

Both man stand back up, as the crowd chants for Kivell.

Stiff chop, knee to the gut and another chop from Dace silence the crowd.

Hauls Kivell up and Powerbombs him down, and brings him right back up, hooks him up, hooks the leg, and spikes him with a Sheer Drop Fishermans Buster..

……1

……2

….. Kickout!

“What a brutal Sheer Drop Fishermans Buster from Dace, that was nearly all,” Axis booms

“Kivell has never been so resilient in his life” MacPhisto pimps.

“He just isn’t strong enough to take Dace out” King cuts in.

Dace bounces off both ropes, and goes for an Elbow Smash, only to have his knee dropkicked away. Kivell snaps on a rare leg bar in a desperate attempt to take Dace out.

Pulling himself up, Dace punches and chops away at Kivell till he breaks the hold. Front Face Lock from Dace, and snaps Kivell over with the suplex, keeping the weight off his leg. Rolling over, he locks in an underhook and starts running.

“Running Tigaahh Drivahh!” Axis screams.

……1

……2

BREAK!

“Kivell grabs the ropes, Dace took him too close to the ropes with that one.”

Dace starts to scream and yell at the Ref, demanding faster counts. The crowd starts to chant faster and faster, Dace ways off the crowd with a finger, only to be backdropped. And again… and then dumped with a German Suplex. Kivell hits the top and flows off with a Moonsault.

“What a come back, that will teach Dace to waste his time.” MacPhisto calls.

“I told him to watch his back,” King shouts.

“Picture Perfect Moonsault,” Axis calls.

……1

……Break!

“Now it’s Dace’s turn to grab the ropes!” Axis says

The crowd yells in shock as Kivell fails to put Dace away once again.

Not wasting time he tries to lift Dace, and tries again, finally he gets him up, and drives him down with a Brainbuster.

“Third time’s the charm for Kivell’s brainbuster.” Calls out Axis

Once more heading to the top rope, Kivell bounces off the top, back up from the second and flips round and over… Only to eat mat as Dace rolls out of the way.

Dace grabs the leg and locks in an STF. The ref starts to check on Kivell. The crowd gets behind Kivell, and it doesn’t seem like he’s quitting.

“Sharpe STF locked in by Dace, holding Kivell down on the mat again” Axis notes.

“Brillant tactics from Dace here, why don’t the crowd notice this guy?” King wonders indignantly

Dace lets go of the hold soon after. Dragging Kivell he Diamond Cutter’s him back down.

“And there’s a Diamond Cutter, but I don’t think either of them are coming back up” MacPhisto shouts.

……1

……2

……3

……4

Dace is back up, he sits Kivell on the top rope. Stiff chops keep him there. Dace backs up then charges up trying for a Yakuza kick, but is instead is booted in the head himself. He staggers back and runs in again, dodging Kivell’s boot and Yakuza Kicks him nearly off the top! Staying on him, Dace grabs Kivell’s arm and pulls him off with a Single Arm DDT.

“The same tricks wont work twice on Dace,” King says with pride.

“Right on the shoulder, taking it almost out of it’s shocked” Axis yells at the jarring impact.

Wrapping his legs round Kivell’s neck, Dace ties him up with a Figure Four sleeper and holds the ropes for more pressure.

BREAK!

“Dace trying an age old heel move and getting caught red handed by the ref. Good job” Say MacPhisto.

In a last ditch effort Kivell jumps and kicks Dace square in the chin, sending him over the top to the floor, before collapsing down.

……1

……2

……3

……4

……5

Both men start to move

……6

……7

Dace crawls up the ring apron

……8

Kivell is back to his feet

……9

Dace bails back into the ring.

“So very close to a double count out there,” comes the play by play from Axis.

Kivell takes Dace straight down onto his face with a Downward Spiral, and follows up with a drop kick to the head. And then a Lionsault. Kivell is forced to take a breather and waits on Dace, taunting him to get up.

The crowd are baying for the end of the match now.

As Dace stands, Kivell jumps onto his shoulder, only to be thrown off, but counters by kicking Dace in the chest on the way down. He drops down and rolls up Dace

…….1

……2

…..Kickout!

“No, no, YES! He’s still in it. My man will still have the day.” King perks as Dace kicks out.

Kivell springboards up and dives at Dace, catching him for a Swinging DDT. Dace drags him down to his feet and hammerlocks Kivell’s arm. Up and over into a Hammerlock Northern Lights suplex.

“What agility from Kivell, but it still wont pay off without hitting that DDT” Axis calls.

……1

……2

.…...3

… Dace is back up.

He waits.. and signals.. but the crowd doesn’t care. Kivell staggers up.. Yakuza Kick.. but the ref was in the way and goes down with Kivell. Dace doesn’t notice and charges back with another Yakuza Kick. Then he drags Kivell and dumps him up top. Taking his arms Dace plants Kivell, with an Inverted Black Tiger Bomb.

“Bam, right on the button baby!” King calls out.

“Two Yakuza Kicks and an Acid bomb, but all that wont do Dace any good without Ref.” Axis calls back.

Dace locks on a Jujigatame arm bar, working over Kevill’s arm again.

“Dace knows not to turn his back to try to get the ref up. Even if Kevill gets the ropes, there’s no one to force the break,” King says grinning.

The crowd roar behind Kivell, but to no good.

TAP

He taps out, but there’s no Ref to call it. Dace just holds on and wrenches back harder on Kivell’s arm, keeping up the pressure.

“It’s over, someone stop the match already!” MacPhisto shouts.

Dace finally lets go. Pumphandles Kivell and turns it into a Cradle Emerald Frusion, straight on his head and covers as the ref comes round.

……1

……2

……3

DING DING DING

“It’s over, after the Pumphandle Cradle Emerald Frusion it’s over for Kivell.” Axis shouts.

“….” MacPhisto

“That’s my man, I knew Dace could do it, what a start for him” King shouts out

Dace strides out of the ring to his music as the crowd cries out for Kivell, but don’t seem to care much about Dace.

Kivell is helped up and to the back by the ref.

October 28, 2002

The camera looks around the dome-shaped room with about 50,000 people shouting and waiting for the night to begin. There are many signs with logos on it. There are also really bad drawings of superstars and one of cheese. There are foam hands too!

“Welcome fans to Central Square Garden in New York. I’m the Suicide King and with me is the dreadful Axis.”

“Hey, that’s not your line.”

“Well, it was easier to remember.”

“Yeah, well...anyway. We are here for a big night. There is one fatal four way, two tag team matchers, and a few singles. Our first match is Matthew Kivell vs. a new debuting superstar.”

“Yeah Axis. This superstar is known to be great. I wonder if all the stories I heard about him are true?”

“I’m sure they are Suicide King.”

“Ok enough talk and more opening. Let’s turn the camera to Funyon.”

The camera shows a good shot at the big ringside. Funyon is standing in the ring with a microphone. “Ladies and Gentlemen, this opening match is scheduled to be a one fall with no time limit. It falls under Hardcore rules.” All the lights suddenly shut off. Then out of nowhere some music blasts on. It’s the Hardy Boyz song. Matthew Kivell runs down to the ringside with shiny black pants on and a T-Shirt with his face on it. He also has sunglasses on. Funyon then says, “Now entering the ringside, weighing about 257 lbs. from Providence, Rhode Island. Here is Matthew Kivell!” He slides into the ring and dances around like a crazy maniac. The crowd boos. Kivell throws his sunglasses into the audience. Some kid in a black shirt catches them. Kivell waits in the corner for his opponent.

“So far this match is good,” said Axis.

“It didn’t even start!” Said the Suicide King.

“Good point.”

In the meantime the Real American song turns on. The titantron shows an American flag waving back a forth. Then some new superstar with red hair and blue eyes comes out to the arena. He’s wearing shiny black pants with yellow swirls on it. There is a thin line going down the middle of his pants (through the knee). There are two supporter elbow pads on his arms and two wristbands (black). Funyon then says, “Ladies and Gentlemen, weighing at a 167 lbs. he’s 5’4 from Boston, Massachusetts, Jaaaaaaaaaames Morrrrrin!” The crowd cheers a little to this new superstar. Nobody really knows who this person is. The bell rings. James bounces of the rope and dropkicks Kivell. He kicks him a few times. Then Kivell gets up and does an Irish whip to James. Kivell picks James up on his shoulders and drops him off behind him. Kivell gets outside the ring and lifts up the curtain on the ring to reveal tables, chairs, baseball bats, ladders, staircases, 2x4s, and a lot more. He grabs a baseball bat. James does a suicide dive out to Kivell. Kivell is floored for a few seconds. Morin gets a chair and hits Kivell with it. Then he decides that he doesn’t like to use weapons. James throws the chair back under the ring. Kivell gets up behind him and...WHACK! A baseball bat hits James.

“This match is having a pretty good beginning,” said Axis.

“Yeah, but I’ve seen better.”

Kivell grabs James by the hair and picks him up. Kivell starts punching his face as he let’s go of his hair. The referee is standing right behind James. Kivell throws James back into the ring and then climbs in himself. James gets up and runs to the turnbuckle. He climbs up onto it and does a flying clothesline. Kivell falls onto the mat. James hooks the leg.

1, 2, oh, he kicks out. Kivell big boots James. He is sent flying onto the ropes. James hold them as Kivell bounces of the opposite side of the ropes and spears James out of the ring. He slowly get back out and Kivell jumps out of the ring and chops James a few times. Kivell then tried kicking him, but James grabs his leg and trips him. James get back in the ring. Kivell then did the same. James runs at Kivell and Spears him. Then Morin starts kicking Matthew. Kivell rolls outside of the ring and grabs a chair. At the same time James is getting his energy back in the ring. Kivell comes into the ring and runs at James with the chair! BUT WAIT!! James with a Super Kick to the chair. Kivell falls over with a bloody face. James holds his foot in agony. He rolls around the ring holding his foot.

“Oh my god! A Super Kick to the chair! It knocked out Kivell and left James holding his foot!” Said Axis.

“Well, this is very high quality entertainment, Axis.” Said the Suicide King.

“This new superstar is great!”

“Yeah, the stories I’ve been told are somewhat true, but I need to give this guy some credit. He might actually win his first match,” The Suicide King seemed surprised.

“Yeah, but we need to put more pressure onto him. This is his debut. If he doesn’t win this match then he might not get much fans.”

The crowd was going wild at this incident. James got over to Kivell and stood him up by the hair.

“He doesn’t want to end this match quickly!” Said the suicide King.

“No, he must be doing some high-flying move.”

James put Kivell up on the turnbuckle and he gets up there too. Then he does a Tornado DDT!

“Oh, my god! He did a Tornado DDT off the turnbuckle,” yelled Axis.

“This kid is no normal superstar! He’s the new Rey Misterio Jr.!”

Kivell is left on the floor knocked out. The crowd cheers loudly! James gets back on the turnbuckle

“Oh, no! Not again! He’s going to do a moonsault or something!” screamed Axis.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if he did two moonsaults!”

James jumped of the turnbuckle and did a FROG SPLASH! He had a direct hit too.

“Geez! He’s going at it.” Axis’ mouth dropped.

“No one has seen someone debut like this before!”

“Kivell might never get back up!” Said Axis.

“That’s true, but then this might be a boring match.” said the Suicide King.

Kivell starts getting up. He’s on his knees. James from behind him does a Surfboard Stretch! James let’s Kivell go and gets up himself. Kivell turns around and kicks James right in the balls.

“Oh, that’s a cheap shot!” said the Suicide King.

“This match looks very painful,” said Axis.

“I bet it is!”

“Well, I hope the rest of the night will be like this. It’s very exciting!”

Kivell picks up James and does a suplex! Kivell kicks James on the ground about six times. Then he picks James up and does a DDT!

“This match turned around fast!” said Axis.

“Most matches do!” said The Suicide King.

Kivell picks James up and does and Irish whip. James gets send to the ropes and back, where Kivell picks James up on his shoulders and does a Pancake Powerbomb.

“That’s got to hurt,” said Axis.

1, 2, 2.999999....James kicks out. He grabs Kivell and kicks him in the gut. Kivell is bent holding his stomach. James get onto the middle rope and bounces to the top rope. Then he’s bounces backwards and flips over for a Springboard Moonsault!

“WOW! That must be his finisher!” yelled Axis.

“I think it’s time to pin him!”

Kivell is now layed out on the mat. James hooks the leg.

1, 2, 3!

The Real American songs blasts right on! “Here’s your winner! Jaaaaaaaaaaaaamesss Moooorrrrinnn!!!!!” The crowd cheers extreemly loud.

“I can’t belive that he won! His first match! This is going to be a night to remember for James!” said Axis.

“It sure will be,” said the Suicide King.

James gets back on the turnbuckle.

“Oh, no! What next?” said Axis.

James does a flying legdrop onto Kivell. Then he takes the microphone from Funyon.

“Hey all of you fans. I’m new and this is my debut. That finisher move that I just did. I’m going to name is the Double Jump Moonsault. Thank you New York!”

The audience cheers and cheers. James drops the microphone and exits the ringside. Paramedics come down to the ringside to grab Kivell and bring him backstage.

“Ok I think it’s time for the commercial break. That’s all!” said Axis

October 28, 2002

SJL Metal opens up with the camera zooming across the areas with some of the more eccentric fans. The camera then centers on the SJL’s dynamic, two-man commentary team.

“Welcome to SJL Wrath!!! We’re live in Houston, Texas in the Compaq Center,” announces Axis in his opening bit. “Tonight we’re going to have Judge Mental vs. Matt Myers in what promises to be a brutal no-DQ match for the World Title.”

“You know, I’m really starting to miss the East,” adds the Suicide King. “What happened to arenas in great states like Pennsylvania and Florida?”

“Speaking of the East Coast, our opening match is between a Boston-bred rookie James Morin and the psychotic Jack the Ripper,” adds Axis, trying to build off of the Suicide King’s negative comments. “Earlier today Jack the Ripper broke in to Johnny Dangerous’ locker room scratched everything up and left a casket.”

“He really did spend too much money on this,” comments the Suicide King. “I hope he stole it or at least got a discount. I wouldn’t spend a cent to play mind games with that Cuban Spy.”

“We don’t actually know if that was a mind game or if Jack’s just a nut case,” says Axis.

The camera spans up the ramp and finally centers on the entranceway. “Real American” explodes from the sound system as James Morin makes his present known. An American flag is shown on the Smarktron, before James is shown doing a large array of aerial moves.

“James Morin is making his SJL debut here, and I have to say he looks impressive,” comments Axis as the James makes his way down the ramp.

“This bout is set for one fall. Introducing first, from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 193 pounds, JAAAAAAMES MOOOOORIN!!!” shouts Funyon in his usual voice.

Morin smacks a few hands before sliding under the first rope into the ring.

The lights in the Compaq Center dim to black as pictures of East End London flash across the screen in a particularly eerie way. Bright-gray Pyro illuminates the ramp as Jack the Ripper steps out from the darkness. He throws a snobby, disturbed look to his right and then to his left, before striding down the ramp.

”…And his opponent, hailing from London, England, weighing in at 215 pounds, JAAAAACK THE RIIIIIIIIPPER!!!”

Jack drops his trench coat behind him, revealing a black T-shirt before sliding into the ring. Jack the Ripper is heard saying “I’m going to snap you in half,” Before James Morin replies, “if you think you can.”

“DING! DING! DING!”

The two wrestlers immediately begin circling around each other. James Morin, not wanting to play games, goes for an extremely quick leg sweep, but Jack moves out of the way just as fast as James Morin hops back up.

“Both of these guys are extremely quick,” comments Axis. “This should be a high-flying match-up.”

Jack the Ripper waits a moment before lunging forward with what would be a devastating roundhouse kick, but James Morin ducks under the kick and bounces himself off of the ropes. Morin flies off of the ropes going for a clothesline, but Jack the Ripper ducks the clothesline and runs to the ropes as James Morin does the same. Jack the Ripper flips himself over the ropes so that he lands on the apron. He waits for the speedy James Morin, and then pulls the top rope down so that James would fall out. But the rookie is able to do the same thing Jack did, and land on the apron. James uses the ropes to jump up on the Ripper’s shoulders, clap his hands in the air and then hits a unique hurricanrana over the ropes into the ring.

“What a hurricanrana that was,” comments Axis. “Over the ropes and into the ring.”

The fans cheer as Morison bends backwards and hooks both of Jack the Ripper’s legs for the pin…

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JACK GRABS THE ROPE

“That was too close to the rope as well as a bit premature,” adds Axis.

James Morin lets Jack make it to his feet as he quickly circles around the ring clapping his hands over his head, trying to get the fans pumped up for his face attitude. Jack the Ripper throws a wild punch at Morin; he ducks it and latches onto the Ripper’s waist. The Ripper sends back a few hard elbows before whipping James Morin to the turnbuckle using all of his body weight. Jack the Ripper follows that up by locking on a wristlock and pulling James Morin away from the turnbuckle. Jack the Ripper shoots a dark glance at the crowd before whipping Morin into the turnbuckle without letting go of his arm. Jack pulls James Morin back and continues this cycle.

“Jack’s really trying to break down this extremely high flying wrestler,” says Axis, watching on.

Jack finally lets go of James Morin after using his arms and his legs to flip him onto the turnbuckle so that he’s hanging upside down, head facing Jack. Jack the Ripper then hops over the ropes to where James’ feet hang. The Ripper grabs a hold of James right foot and twists his ankle in a unique, hanging from the turnbuckle ankle lock.

“What’s this? Jack has locked on an ankle lock on the upside down James Morin,” comments Axis. “95% of James Morin’s offense is his speed, if Jack takes out his ankle he’s almost rendering him helpless.”

Jack the Ripper twists relentlessly as he watches James Morin yell out in pain. With every twist Jack bends backwards trying to add more pressure. Matthew Kivell bends down to see if James Morin wants to quit, but he just nods his head no. By this time, Jack the Ripper starts to lose his patience.

“He’s trying to break this rookie’s ankle in half!”

An evil look comes over Jack’s face as he climbs up to the top of the turnbuckle, holding James Morin upside down by one leg.

“What’s he going to do here?”

Jack the Ripper builds up some momentum and sets James Morin on top of the turnbuckle with him. Jack pauses briefly, allowing the fans excitement to reach a climax before locking on a wristlock and the flipping James Morin off the turnbuckle. Jack follows that up with an arm bar.

“Jack trying to keep the extremely aerial James Morin grounded with an arm bar,” comments Axis, with his usual play-by-play.

Jack the Ripper switches from using his hand for the arm bar to his arm, he then locks on a one armed crossface with the other arm and continues pulling James Morin’s back backwards.

James Morin latches his free arm onto the bottom rope. The Ripper lets go of the holds after Matthew Kivell threatens to disqualify him. Jack then jumps to his feet, and then bends down to talk to the hurt James Morin. Jack pulls back his hair and mouths something to him in an angry fashion.

“Now Jack’s saying something to James Morin,” comments Axis. “I only wish we could hear what he just said.”

Jack the Ripper then stands straight up before grabbing a hold of the top rope and starting vicious cycle of stomps to James’ already hurt back. The Ripper drops a quick knee drop before using his arms to grab a hold of the ropes. He then flips himself up so that h is legs are almost pointed straight up into the air before coming back down for a huge double knee drop, BUT NOBODIES HOME. James Morin has slid outside the ring to avoid the double knee drop. He holds his back as he walks around the outside ring before sliding in.

“James Morin trying to stay in this match,” adds Axis.

James Morin walks over to Jack and delivers a dropkick to his knee, dropping him back down. Morin isn’t even on the mat for a second before he begins to get back up. He uses the top rope to shoot himself up in the air before coming down for a leg drop. Morin immediately goes for a pin as the fans cheer…

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JACK KICKS OUT

“The Ripper kicks out after two,” comments Axis. “But what a jump!”

James Morin rockets to his feet and climbs up the nearest turnbuckle, which happens to be 3 feet away. The fans pop as he gets ready to jump, but he waits for the Ripper to make it to his feet. James Morin fakes the now standing Jack out with what looks to be a missile dropkick, but James Morin lands on his feet as Jack does his own dropkick geared towards who he thought would have been flying through the air. Instead, James Morin delivers a dropkick right as Jack hits the ground. The fans clap as Morin jets back up to his feet.

“James Morin fakes out Jack before delivering a dropkick,” comments Axis with play-by-play commentary.

“What a cheap shot!”

James Morin follows that up by applying an arm bar and then a leg scissors head lock. Morin pulls back on the arm hard, trying to get the Ripper to tap out. Matthew Kivell drops down to see if Jack wants to quit, but the Ripper responds with a “screw you, Kivell.” James Morin lets go of the leg scissors hold and uses his legs to move his body around to get more leverage with the arm bar.

“The high-flying James Morin is taking this battle to the ground.”

James Morin flips Jack the Ripper over onto his front side and grabs his other arm. Morin locks an arm bar on both of Jack’s arm and drives his knee into his back. James Morin quickly releases the holds once he realizes he’s not making much progress with Jack. James uses a wristlock to pull Jack the Ripper to his feet and whip him into the ropes. Jack comes flying off the ropes into an arm drag, landing him right on his back. Morin pulls the Ripper to his feet and goes for another arm drag, but Jack won’t go. The Ripper drives his right knee into Morin’s stomach and pulls his arm free before falling to his knees and delivering a snapmare. The Ripper then goes for a quick pin attempt.

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“James Morin kicks out after two. A snapmare won’t keep this incredible rookie down,” says Axis.

The Ripper uses James Morin’s hair to pull him up and whip him into the turnbuckle. Jack follows that up by rushing over there and jumping onto the second rope, with one leg on each side of James Morin, locking him up against the turnbuckle. He then starts to deliver the famous 10-punch.

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Jack follows that up by flipping off of the turnbuckle backwards. James Morin takes a few steps forward, stunned. Jack the Ripper follows that up by kicking him in the stomach, a headlock and grabbing a hold of James Morin’s pants. Jack pulls James up in what looks like what’s going to be a vertical suplex. He drops James Morin backwards, but holds onto the headlock and drops down to a sitting position. This forces James Morin to also to drop back to back with Jack the Ripper, in what is also a sitting position. The result is a huge vertical neckbreaker.

“The Ripping! Jack the Ripper delivers the Ripping,” shouts Axis. “What a devastating neckbreaker that move is.”

Jack hooks James Morin’s right foot, going for a pin…

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“DING! DING! DING!”

“Jack the Ripper gets a win over the high-flying rookie James Morin,” comments Axis in the aftermath of the match. “But what a match James Morin was able to put on.”

“His neck has got to hurt after that one,” adds the Suicide King.

Jack the Ripper sits up and uses the turnbuckle to pull himself to his feet. He grabs his trench coat away from Matthew Kivell and slides out of the ring after his win. Marilyn Manson’s “fight song” hits for the second time as the fans begin to boo and yell out at Jack the Ripper.

“Jack delivered a particularly fast 10-punch before flipping over backwards,” adds Axis. “He then hit the Ripping for the win over James Morin.”

“Yeah, we all saw it.”

Jack makes his way up to the top of the entrance ramp after yelling at a few fans. He turns around once up there and decides to taunt the entire arena by spitting in the fans general direction. He then proceeds to yell something about how Texan’s are a bunch of inbred hill people. The comment quickly makes it’s way around the arena and the boos quickly become more intense.

“Jack the Ripper taunting the fans,” says Axis somewhat irritated. “He must really enjoy being booed at.”

“The truth hurts, Axis, the truth is never popular.”

Johnny Dangerous appears from nowhere with a cane identical to what Jack sometimes struts around with. Jack becomes confused as the fans begin to cheer and turns around only to meet a hard blow to the head. He lands right on his back as Johnny Dangerous kneels down and delivers another hard whack with the cane.

“There’s Johnny Dangerous,” adds Axis. “He must be going for some revenge after what jack did earlier tonight. He sent the Barracuda a casket containing what Johnny usually wears down to the ring.”

“That was a particularly nice touch,” adds the Suicide King as he laughs a little.

The camera fades to a commercial as Johnny Dangerous walks away from Jack, holding the cane in the air as the fans cheer.

October 28, 2002

"Welcome back to the Compaq Center,” says Axis. “We’re getting ready for the Triple Threat Table match between Wildchild, Christian Fury and Johnny Dangerous. This match will be single elimination, and the only way to win is for your opponents to go through a table.”

“Once again, Axis,” interjects Suicide King, “I have to save your ass, since you obviously don’t know how to describe a match without screwing up. You should make sure all my subjects watching at home know that it’s not enough for your opponent to go through a table; you have to actually put them through a table with a move.”

“I bow to your infinite wisdom,” deadpans Axis. “How do you know I wasn’t just about to say that?”

“I’ve worked with you long enough to know when you’ve blown a call,” replies the King with a smirk. “Hell, you must manage to screw something up every match; I’m starting to wonder if it’s in your contract that you have to screw up five times a show, or something.”

“I see you’re in rare form tonight,” remarks Axis, “so let’s just look ahead to the match. Who do you like coming out with the win?”

“I don’t ‘like’ any of them,” replies the King, “but I think that the match favors Fury more than either of the other two. He’s got enough speed to not look lost against the other two, and enough power to take them both out. Eventually, matches like this always become brawls, and neither of those other two chumps looks like they can fight worth a damn. Johnny’s too much of a pretty boy; he looks like he’s afraid to mess up his hair, and…” Suicide King makes a face like just stepped in dog shit. “Ugh. Don’t even get me started on the circus freak.”

“Well I am inclined to believe that Wildchild will have the biggest disadvantage in this match,” says Axis. “He’s really out of his element in these brawling-type contests. His best chance in this match will be to stick and move, and maybe let Johnny and Christian do damage to each other before getting some shots in.”

“Which wouldn’t surprise me in the least,” snorts the King. “That guy has coward written all over him. I mean, come on! Why else would he cover his face with a mask?”

“Lastly, I actually think that Johnny’s a pretty good mix on styles between the more power-based Fury, and the more aerial based Wildchild,” says Axis. “He presents match-up problems for both of them, and as long as he can keep himself from getting between the other two, He could be in good shape to win this thing.”

Suicide King says “I told you, Johnny’s too much of a pretty boy to do well in a match like this; he’s way to worried about his looks, or ruining his suit. The only way he wins this match is if he hides under the ring until after Fury gets rid of ‘Clown-boy,’ and attacks him from behind.”

“Uh, sure,” replies Axis. “With that, let’s take it inside the ring to Funyon.”

Funyon stands in the ring wearing a pinstriped alligator suit. He raises the microphone to his lips and says, “ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Tables Elimination Match, scheduled for one fall…”

The speakers erupt with the sounds of “The Everlasting Gaze” by Smashing Pumpkins. The crowd breaks into a loud cheer. Wildchild springs from the backstage area and cartwheels onto the ramp. He stands center stage and breaks into an ear-to-ear smile, as he bangs his head in time with the music. He then runs down the ramp at breakneck speed, hi-fiving fans as he heads to the ring. As he grabs onto the bottom rope and somersaults into the ring, Funyon continues, “Introducing first, from the Bahamas, weighing in at two hundred and seventeen pounds, the Wiiiiildchiiiiild!” Wildchild runs to the corner and leaps unassisted to the top turnbuckle, where he poses for the fans.

Suicide King grunts, “You know, every time I see this guy, Ejiro’s comments make more and more sense to me. If this guy would even try to take himself seriously as a wrestler, and not spend so much time trying to prostitute himself for the fans, he might not suck as bead as he does.”

“Well,” replies Axis, “I think that Ejiro went too far last week, getting involved in Wildchild’s match. Wildchild had Tim Dillon dead to rights and Ejiro stole that match from him. He stuck his nose in where it didn’t belong.”

“Leave it to you to look at the glass half-empty,” replies the King. “Ejiro was trying to protect him from himself, but then, I can’t exactly expect you to realize that.”

Wildchild is seated on the top turnbuckle looking towards the ramp as his music fades out. The arena suddenly goes dark, and the sounds of System of a Down’s “Aerials” gently waft from the speakers. Suddenly, the ramp explodes with pyrotechnical shower and the crowd responds with uproarious applause. Fury stalks out from the backstage area and towards the ring, oblivious to the crowd.

In the ring, Funyon says, “introducing his opponent, first, from Cleveland, Ohio, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-seven pounds, Chriissstian Fuuuuury!” Fury leaps over the top rope, and lands in the ring facing Wildchild, with his Kendo stick poised and ready for action. After a few seconds, he hands his stick to the ring attendant, removes his sunglasses and jacket, and hands those to the attendant as well. Fury backs into the corner, fixing Wildchild with an intense stare from his piercing blue eyes.

“Fury looks intent on winning this match,” notes Axis. “He looks like he’s looking right through Wildchild!”

“Yeah, but with Fury, looks are deceiving,” remarks the King. “Fury’s biggest challenge will be keeping his head in the match; he has a tendency to zone out in the middle of the action.”

“You can’t really blame him, given what’s happened in his recent past,” replies Axis. “I don’t know if I could recover from all of the things that have happened to him.”

“Maybe, but that’s part of my point,” says the King. “If he doesn’t have his mind on the match, he’s got no reason being in the ring. As much as I dislike Johnny Dangerous and Wildchild, even the two of them could beat Fury if he’s not thinking about what’s going on in the ring…”

“Aerials” fades out of the speakers, and the arena lights dim again. The ladies begin to scream in anticipation. Then, a female voice can be heard over the loudspeaker:

“Johnny Dangerous!”

A single spotlight focuses on the stage. The crowd becomes a mixture of cheers and squeals as Johnny Dangerous steps onstage and into the spotlight. He looks resplendent in a black tuxedo with a dark blue tie and cummerbund and wingtips. Funyon makes his final introduction, “and, their opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at two hundred and five pounds, ‘the Barracuda,’ Jooohnnny Daaaaangerous!” Johnny walks over to a young lady at ringside and gives her the rose from his boutonnière.

“Look at him,” says the King. “He’s trying to buy fans!”

“Will you stop,” snaps Axis. “Johnny Dangerous had a pretty tough time last week, as a vicious attack by Jack the Ripper cost Johnny a shot at the European Championship.” He pauses as video footage of Jack’s beatdown on Johnny from Metal airs. “Johnny is furious about that attack, and wants to get his hands on Jack the Ripper, but he’s got to focus on the match at hand.”

“Johnny Wannabe had that coming,” says the King. “He’s been picking on Jack for weeks now, and the poor guy couldn’t take anymore.”

“You’re as insane as Jack if you actually believe that,” replies Axis. “Jack has been obsessed with Johnny Dangerous, and finally went over the edge last week on Metal with that brutal attack.”

In the ring, Funyon makes his exit as Johnny Dangerous steps between the middle and top rope. He removes his jacket, and hands it to the ring attendant. Wildchild and Fury already begin to circle each other, as referee Sexton Hardcastle motions for the timekeeper to ring the bell. Intense blue eyes meet playful brown ones as the two engage in a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Wildchild tries to whip Fury into the ropes, but Fury’s strength proves to be too much this early in the match, and he easily reverses. Wildchild bounces off the ropes and springs into the air with his body outstretched to hit Fury with a cross-body block, but Fury catches him in mid-air and holds him.

“I told you, Fury’s too strong for either of these two,” notes the King. “He’s going to wind this one easily.”

Fury becomes distracted for a split second, as if trying to decide which way to slam Wildchild. But that split second gave Johnny Dangerous enough time to make his presence in the match, as he dropkicks Wildchild’s back, causing Fury to fall over. Wildchild and Dangerous both pick Fury up, and double whip him to the ropes, taking him over in a double backdrop. Johnny and Wildchild pick Fury up, and take him over with a double suplex. Wildchild runs immediately to the corner and leaps to the top, jumping off backwards without pause, and sailing through the air to land on Fury with a picture-perfect moonsault press. Johnny, almost as quickly, climbs to the top rope, as Wildchild runs to the opposite corner and scales the other turnbuckle. Johnny flies off with a twisting frog splash, landing forcefully on Fury’s ribs, and is barely able to roll out of the way as Wildchild comes flying from the opposite corner out of the camera’s field of view, seemingly out of nowhere, to crush Fury’s ribs once more with a Superfly splash.

“Rapid-fire series of high-risk maneuvers by Johnny Dangerous and the Wildchild,” screams Axis. “It looks like they’re going to try to work together to get rid of Fury,” notes Axis.

“Well, I guess the two of them have at least one functioning brain between them,” replies the King. “And you can’t blame them for wanting to get rid of the most dangerous one first.”

Johnny and Wildchild pick Fury up and double-whip him to the ropes. Fury ducks a double clothesline and rebounds off the ropes to knock both men down with a desperation double clothesline of his own. Wildchild is first to his feet and tries to pull Fury to his feet, but Fury knocks Wildchild backwards with a forceful knife-edge chop that echoes throughout the arena, eliciting a loud “WHOOO!” from the crowd. Knocked backwards into the ropes, Wildchild barely has time to react, before his face is introduced to a two-handed spinning backfist from Fury, as Johnny gets to his feet behind them

SMACK!

The force of the double backfist sends Wildchild flipping over the top rope to the outside, but he manages to stop himself on the ring apron. Johnny turns Fury around and tries to punch Christian Fury, but Fury blocks the punch with his forearm, and punches Johnny instead. Fury punches Johnny two more times as he knocks him backwards into the ropes. He then lays into Johnny’s chest with chops as the crowd chants along:

SMACK! “WHOO!”

Fury whips Johnny towards the ropes as Wildchild gets to his feet on the ring apron. Johnny manages to get better leverage, which enables him to reverse the whip attempt. As Fury nears the ropes, Wildchild leaps onto the top rope, and springs into the ring, landing of Fury’s shoulders and taking him over and outside the ring with a breathtaking hurricanrana. Johnny runs to the turnbuckle and climbs to the top rope, measuring Fury as he struggles to get to his feet, and sailing outside the ring, scoring with a corkscrew moonsault that knocks Fury back down. Johnny rolls Fury back into the ring, and gestures to Wildchild to go pick up one of the tables. In the ring, Johnny slingshots in with a leg drop as Wildchild props the table up in the corner, and cross the ring to Fury in order to stand him up. Wildchild picks Fury up and whips him towards the table, but Fury reverses him. Wildchild, however, is fast enough to stop himself just short of the table. Fury ran after Wildchild to follow his whip up with a Gore, but Wildchild wisely scoots out of the ring immediately. Johnny runs towards Fury, but Fury sidesteps Johnny and takes him down with a drop toehold into the table…

Which did not break…

Johnny rubs his jaw gingerly as he mentally tries to count teeth. Fury stands up with his back to Wildchild as he picks Johnny up. Wildchild leaps onto the top rope, and springs onto top portion of the table, swinging it upwards and smashing both Johnny and Fury in the face…

WHACK!

Both men go flying backwards into the middle of the ring. Wildchild somersaults into the ring off the table, jumping into the air as he nears Fury, and crushes him with a somersault senton, doing more damage to Fury’s ribs. Johnny and Wildchild pick Fury back up, whipping him to the ropes, and catching him on the rebound with a double spinebuster. They then each grapevine one of his legs, lock their hands together, and somersault forward, flipping Fury over and back to the mat with a leg-lace powerbomb.

“Out-STANDING double team by Johnny and Wildchild,” notes Axis.

Wildchild stands up and folds open the table in front of the corner, and climbs to the top rope. Johnny leads Fury over to the table in order to bash his head into it, but Fury blocks the attempt, and rams Johnny headfirst into the table instead. The impact of the blow sends Johnny staggering into the ropes, where the sudden impact causes Wildchild to lose his balance, crotching himself on the top turnbuckle. Fury walks over to Wildchild in the corner, and lay heavy forearm smashes into the small of his back. Fury climbs to the second turnbuckle, hooking one hand underneath Wildchild’s thigh, and the other around his waist.

“Oh no,” shrieked Axis. “Fury’s gonna suplex Wildchild off the top rope onto that table!”

Fury tries to take Wildchild over with a suplex, but holds onto the turnbuckle for dear life. Johnny sneaks up behind Fury and puts him on his shoulders. Fury, caught totally unawares, releases his hold on Wildchild. Johnny turns around, so that his and Fury’s backs are facing Wildchild, who steadies himself on the top turnbuckle. Suddenly, Wildchild leaps off, grabbing Fury in a headlock as he passes over, as Johnny swings Fury forward as he falls to the mat, resulting in an Electric Chair Drop – Bulldog combination from the two that sends Fury into the table!

CRUNCH! The crowd breaks into a huge “Holy Shit” chant.

“Beautiful tandem move by Wildchild and Johnny Dangerous,” screams Axis, “and Christian Fury is done here.”

“I’ll give them this much credit,” says the King, “they had enough sense to make sure they got rid of Fury first. I don’t think either one of them could have handled Fury one on one.”

Johnny rolls to the outside of the ring to grab another table, as Wildchild looks on inside the ring. Suddenly, from the out of the crowd, Jack the Ripper runs into the ring on the far side, surprising Wildchild with a Pearl Harbor attack.

“Oh my God,” shrieks Axis. “Jack the Ripper! What’s he doing in the ring? And why is he attacking the Wildchild?”

Turning his attention to the ring after setting up his table, Johnny notices Jack in the ring as he picks Wildchild up in a vertical suplex position, and hits him with the Ripping!

“Mah GAWD, the RIPPING,” screams Axis.

Johnny starts to climb into the ring to go after Jack when, out of nowhere, Ejiro Fasaki runs down the ramp and attacks Johnny on the ring apron.

“Oh my God,” screams Axis. “Ejiro! Ejiro Fasaki is attacking Johnny Dangerous!”

“That ought to explain what Jack is doing here,” remarks the King. “It looks like the two of them worked something out in the back. I was wondering what Jack had to say to Ejiro.”

Ejiro gets underneath Johnny, who is dazed on the apron, and picks him up in a powerbomb position, walking towards the table and driving Johnny into the table with a vicious powerbomb! Ejiro sets up another table outside the ring as Jack brutalizes Wildchild inside the ring with ferocious kicks to the head and back. Ejiro places Johnny on top of the table, and rolls inside the ring to help Johnny.

“What’s going on,” asks Axis.

“What do you think is going on,” crows the King. “Johnny Wannabe and ‘Clown-boy’ there are getting the hell beat out of them!”

“Get some assistance out here,” pleads Axis. “Somebody stop this madness!”

A cadre of referees runs from the backstage area into the ring, but Jack and Ejiro casually push them away, picking Wildchild up between them, and lifting him into the air in a double powerbomb position, and walking to the edge of the ring.

“No,” begs Axis. “Don’t do this!”

“Do it,” yells the King. “Take both of them out!”

Ejiro and Jack the Ripper start to pick up speed, as the run to the ropes with Wildchild on their shoulders. They reach the ropes and forcefully throw Wildchild outside, onto the unconscious Johnny Dangerous.

“Oh no,” screams Axis.

“Oh yes,” replies the King.

CRUNCH!

The referees push Jack and Ejiro away from the ropes, but the damage had already been done. The ringside area is a grotesque mess of wood splinters and human flesh, as Wildchild lay unconscious outside the ring on top of Johnny Dangerous.

Jack and Ejiro exit the ring after being admonished by the referees. As they head backstage, Jack takes the opportunity to spit on Johnny Dangerous and kick him in the head. “Bloody wanker,” he screams.

Ejiro hangs behind long enough to bend down and speak to Wildchild “I tried to warn you, kid. I tried to protect you, but you’re too stubborn to listen to my advice. I want you to understand that I’m doing this for your own good.” He then turns his face towards Johnny Dangerous with a scowl on his face, saying “I never liked you, anyway,” before walking back up the ramp.

FADE OUT

October 28, 2002

Standing in front of the traditional interviewing backdrop, Ben Hardy stands ready to get the scoop from Jack the Ripper. Standing next to Jack is a unfamiliar woman. She has golden blonde hair, a perfect hourglass figure, and a smile that would melt any male alive. She is dressed in a sexy business suit with Liberian glasses, looking ever so cute but professional at the same time. However the mere presence of Jack the Ripper on the SmarkTron is enough to get these crowds booing and hissing.

“Jack!” Hardy begins. “I think the question on everyone’s mind is: What is going on between you and Johnny Dangerous? The question on my mind is who is this tantalizing little treat?” Ben ends his question with a wink to the beautiful bombshell, but her eyebrow raised in disgust puts an end to Hardy’s thoughts.

Quickly the bombshell snatches the microphone from Ben’s hands and steps into the cameras main view. “For now on you will have to direct all questions to Jack through me!” She begins. “Now allow me to introduce myself. To you and the rest of these lapdogs that make up this federation, I am Ms. Muffin!”

“Ms. Muffin?” Ben questions.

“Yes, I am Jack the Ripper’s new manager. Jack’s career is on the rise, he is the next break out star! A former European Champion who is currently on his way to greatness, so it became apparent to him that he needed a manager to help him..well manage his career. Being the best person for the job, I was hired on the spot!” Jack the Ripper stands back nodding in the background as this is said.

“Well that certainly is nice, but what about my other question?” Ben fires back. “What is going on between Jack the Ripper and Johnny Dangerous? The world demands an answer!”

“Johnny Dangerous? The man who my client pinned in the middle of the ring? The man my client eliminated from the European title contendership?” She ask.

“Well, the methods used to eliminate Johnny Dangerous were very questionable to say the very least. But, that would be the man I’m talking about.”

“Not that it is any of your business but, Johnny Dangerous is the man who has tried to shut Jack down. A man who was fool enough to try and step in his way, and stop him from climbing the ladder of success. So Johnny has paid the price and he shall continue paying the price show after show, until he has either left this federation or is dead!” Ms. Muffin continues. "And another thing, you want to use the word 'questionable?' You talk to Johnny Dangerous about his past. That spy that everybody loves, he's commited some of the sickest crimes I've ever heard of, he's just plain sick."

"Dead, isn't that a little bit harsh?" Ben Hardy feels a frenzy of questions come over him.

"Dead, crippled to the point where he chokes on his own saliva," chimes in Jack. "It doesn't really matter."

“Johnny Dangerous is a man who has committed wrong doing time and time again. Think back Johnny, you know all too well. Right now he is probably pissing in his pants after seeing my face here. You thought once you left me the way you did, you would be able to forget about me Johnny? Is that it? Well I have news for you!”

Ms. Muffin stops for a moment as her breathing is becoming deeper and deeper. The notion of Johnny Dangerous has enraged her to a compelling point! “Johnny, you will pay for what you did to me! You will pay for trying to destroy Jack’s career. With me leading Jack down the path of victory, we form an unstoppable team that can not be touched!”

Ms. Muffin slams the microphone back into Hardy’s chest before grabbing Jack’s arm and leading him off. The camera switches views to another side of the arena where Johnny Dangerous is wiping the sweat off of him and paying close attention to a monitor. You can hear the crowds cheering with glee upon sight of Johnny, Johnny himself simply shrugs his shoulders and walks off.

“Well that was certainly interesting.” Says Axis, as the cameras switch back to the commentator’s table on the arena floor.

“Jack now has a manager, and what a sexy kitten she IS!” Exclaims the Suicide King. “I wouldn’t mind taking her home with me!”

“Never mind that, King. Ms. Muffin seems to have a personal history with Johnny Dangerous, and combined with Jack’s growing hatred for Johnny Dangerous this could spell some bad news for Johnny!”

“I guess we will just have to see. Well, we will be back with more pulse pounding action after this!”

October 28, 2002

“Well folks, what an event we have had thus far, huh, King?” serves up Axis.

“Hmmm, oh yes, that Big Show is such a main event talent, if you ask me.”

“What? What did you say?”

“And to think, will Brock be able to give him the F5? It’s a natural story that can only lead to brilliant psychology and epic storytelling. And to think all that and Kane versus Triple H too! What an event Survivor Series will be!”

“You ... DARE ... WATCH WWE IN MY PRESENCE! I WOULD SMITE THEE GOOD!”

As a viscous slap fight takes place in the announce booth, Axis with a right! King with a left! Axis with a furious combination to the ears! The action is fast and furious until they both realize that they are fighting like girls. Ashamed of themselves, the announce team wallows in pity, than anger, and then finally acceptance.

“Yes, Axis it has been a fine show. “

“I agree.”

“Yes”

“Let’s get to ring for the European Title match between champion, Tim Dillon, and Ejiro Fasaki.”

The ring announcer, Funyon, steps up to his plate and takes a mighty swing, “Ladies and Gentlemen, this next match is set for one fall and is for The SJL European Title... introducing first... THE CHALLENGER!”

Biohazard’s “Sellout” starts to come in over the loudspeakers as the fans begin to let a small chorus of boos creep into the cheers Ejiro Fasaki has been getting up to this point in SJL. Striding out to greet his people, the number one contender takes a moment to look at the assembled throng of humanity before power walking his way down the aisle way and into the ring. Stepping up to the middle rope, Ejiro awaits the completion of his introduction.

“Weighing in at 188 pounds at coming to us from Sarasota, Florida... EEEEEJIROOOOO FASAKIIIIIIII!”

Ejiro lifts his arm to the sky to a round of respectful applause; while at the same time a small gathering of friends at ringside begin a small chant.

“Fuck You, Fasaki! CLAPCLAPCLAP! Fuck You, Fasaki! CLAPCLAPCLAP!”

Aghast, Ejiro steps off the ropes and takes the microphone away from Funyon. Stepping back to the ropes, Ejiro points strait at the transgressors against decency.

“Excuse me, gentlemen. But there are children present, and I don’t think they need to here such terrible language from the likes of you!”

“What does Ejiro think he’s doing? These fans have the right to say whatever it is they want. It’s all about freedom of expression,” answers Axis.

Ejiro continues his diatribe, “Look, these poor kids have so little to look forward to as it is. I mean, look at their parents! A bunch of inbred Texans that take them out to wonderful family event of watching men make each other bleed all over the place. Quite frankly, I think its pretty much a forgone conclusion that all these tots are going to be in gangs, or play violent video games. Either one. So, I guess in retrospect, you guys can go ahead and curse. These children are already done for…”

“FUCK YOU FASAKI! CLAPCLAPCLAP! FUCK YOU FASAKI! CLAPCLAPCLAP!”

Funyon takes the microphone away from Fasaki and continues his announce duties, “And his opponent and champion!”

The fans roar in response to the bagpipe music that starts to swell from the outer reaches of the arena. Green shamrocks start to fall from the ceiling, covering the fans with the luckiest pieces of plastic possible. Finally, green fireworks explode into the air and Dropkick Murphy’s rendition of “Barroom Hero” starts to blare. From backstage, steps the European Champion, Tim Dillon to a chorus of cheering. Taking a moment to play to the fans, Dillon motions to the back and out steps the beautiful Candice to even greater fan reaction, at least from the male members of the viewing audience.

“He weighs in at 168 pounds and hails from Limerick, Ireland. Accompanied to the ring by Candice, he is the SJL Euro… excuse me, IRISH Champion, TIMMMM DILLLLON!”

Dillon hops up into the ring as Candice takes position on the arena floor. Throwing shadow punches into the air, Dillon appears ready for yet another defense of his hard won title belt. But what he’s not quite ready for is Fasaki reaching out with a right hand, asking for a handshake. Dillon looks at the hand for just a moment, and wisely decides not to have any part of it. Fasaki looks at Dillon in confusion for just a second before shrugging and getting ready for work. Both men circle each other for just a moment, before locking up in a tight collar-and-elbow tie up. Pushing Fasaki back towards a corner, Dillon uses his superior strength to move Ejiro around. But Ejiro quickly pivots and pushes Dillon back into the corner. Referee Matthew Kivell starts his five count and Fasaki breaks away cleanly. And once again, Fasaki extends the hand of friendship to Dillon. Dillon looks into Ejiro’s eyes for just a moment, weighing his options. The decision is reached.

“Dillon just slapped the taste out of Fasaki’s mouth,” says Axis.

“What poor sportsman… That wasn’t fair… That… I can’t do it.”

“What’s the matter my little muffin?”

“I cannot stand here and pretend like I want someone to be a gentleman, its not going to happen.”

“That’s okay big puff, you can be a big bad heel next match okay?”

“Promise?”

Ejiro gets to his feet in a huff, upset from this treatment. Rushing forward, Fasaki gets taken to the mat easily from a Dillon drop toehold. Getting up, Ejiro gets tossed across the ring two more times with some deep armdrags before sliding out of the ring in order to get a chance to regroup. Coming to rest right next to Candice in a frustrated heap, Fasaki looks about him in wonder. Finally, Ejiro looks at Dillon’s girlfriend before extending a handshake to her as well. Looking at Ejiro in disbelief for just a moment, Candice rears back and smacks the every living snot out of Ejiro’s head with a big slap to the face. Fasaki falls backwards to the floor as Dillon slides out of the ring and in between his girlfriend and his guy enemy. Seeing Tim closing in, Fasaki jumps back into the ring with Tim in hot pursuit. Seeing Dillon right behind him, Ejiro hits the ropes and propels himself right back at the European Champion. Dillon leaps right over the charging Fasaki, who hits the ropes again. But Ejiro just can’t stay out of Dillon’s grip as the European Champion picks Fasaki off the canvas and quickly rotates him to the canvas with a scoop powerslam.

“Dillon is really keeping Fasaki off balance thus far by using his quickness,” says Axis.

“Not to mention the illegal support he’s getting on the outside of the ring, Axis.”

“Candice was just defending herself King, and you know it.”

“From a handshake? Did Fasaki have a joy buzzer in his hand and I missed it?”

Taking Fasaki by the arm, Dillon jerks his opponent off the canvas and sends him into the ropes. Leaping into the air, Dillon catches Ejiro in the face with a pair of feet just underneath the jaw. Propelling backwards, Ejiro falls underneath the bottom rope and lands on the floor in a heap. Eyeing up his challenger, Dillon hits the ropes and goes flying through the middle rope with a suicide dive... which proves to be quite prophetic.

“Dillon goes flying... HOLY SH ... JEEZE!”

“Fasaki actually managed to catch Dillon however briefly and take him backwards into the guard rail! Dillon might be unconscious, Axis. And we could have a new European champion right here, right now!”

Rising to his feet in a daze, Fasaki looks about confused for a moment before realizing the momentum has shifted in his favor. Pushing Dillon back into the ring, Fasaki climbs in after him and quickly hooks a leg for...

ONE!

TWO!

THRE... RAGHHH! Dillon just barely kicks away in time to save his European title. Trying to press his advantage, Fasaki rolls Dillon over onto his stomach. Moving quickly, Ejiro slams down on a Fujiwara armbar and wrenches back quickly and furiously as Dillon’s body springs to painful life. Fasaki pops his hips high off the canvas in order to get Dillon to tap out, but there is no give in this Irishman today. Fighting up and bridging on his head, Dillon struggles against Fasaki’s hold and flips forward to alleviate some of the pressure. But Fasaki quickly readjusts his body’s position and slaps down with a cross armbreaker! Screaming in pain, Dillon desperately fails with his legs in order to get to ropes but cannot reach them from his current position. Smiling a sinister smile, Fasaki starts to move his body like he is rowing a boat in order to hyperextend Dillon’s left arm in one swift motion.

Axis calls, “Oh, this is painful just to look at, King ... But Ejiro rocked too hard and Dillon rolls his body up on top! Referee counts one! Two! Fasaki gets a shoulder up...”

“And Dillon punches him square in the face to break the hold! These illegal closed fists are starting to get tiresome,” whines a rather hypocritical Suicide King.

Nailing Fasaki strait in the mouth in rapid succession, Dillon finally gets Ejiro to release his hold on Dillon’s left arm. Getting to his feet, Dillon stomps down on Ejiro’s face three times in a row before picking Ejiro off the canvas. Tim rears back and sends Fasaki into the ropes for a clothesline, but Fasaki ducks underneath and tries to take Dillon down with a crucifix pinning combination. But Dillon manages to hold onto his feet and fall backwards with a Samoan drop. Holding on, Dillon tries to hold Fasaki down for the three as Referee Matt Kivell counts...

ONE!

TWO!

“Three... NO! Fasaki pulls Dillon over into the crucifix! One... Two... Thr... NO! Dillon rolls away onto his stomach... But Fasaki holds onto the arms and locks on the Rings of Saturn!!!”

“Beautiful counter sequence from Fasaki! And this time, he’s going to rip Dillon’s arms right out of their sockets! I just know it.”

Wrenching back on the arms, Fasaki screams out to Dillon to give it up, but Dillon refuses to sign away his European title. Pulling back as hard as he can with his arms and legs, Fasaki desperately holds onto the Rings as tightly as he can and continues to exert as much pressure as he can. Knuckling up, Dillon refuses to call it quits. Pressing his head into the canvas, Dillon manages to press up on his toes and arch. Finally getting enough weight underneath him, Tim manages to flip forward and catch his legs on the bottom ropes to force a much-needed break in the action. Kivell lays on a five count and Fasaki releases the hold immediately, realizing he can’t win European Title that way. Taking the whimpering Dillon off the canvas, Fasaki slips a hammerlock behind Dillon’s back and in one deft motion, lifts and sends Dillon down with an armbar slam.

“Well, King I think it’s pretty obvious what Fasaki is going for here,” states Axis, “He’s setting Dillon up for that cobra crossface.”

“You’re damn right he is Axis, Fasaki is going to start making his own breaks from now on, and he’s going to start with Dillon’s left arm.”

Stretching Dillon’s left arm prone on the canvas, Ejiro takes a little hop into the air and comes down with a precision knee to the shoulder. Dillon screams out in agony as Fasaki looks on with a cold detachment. Pulling Dillon off the canvas again, Ejiro fires three strait, short elbows into Tim’s exposed face. Finally releasing the back of Dillon’s head, Ejiro rears back and lets loose with a wild screaming elbow.

“But Ejiro misses with the elbow! Dillon with a right jab! Jab! Jab! Jab! He’s doing a jig, Axis! He’s doing a jog. It’s ‘Irish Fury!’”

“It’s a waist of damn time if you ask me, Axis. Dillon needs to stop dancing and start cheating like there is no tomorrow.”

With Ejiro stunned Dillon comes flying forward with a right-armed clothesline that sends Ejiro to the mat. Holding his left shoulder tightly, Dillon grits his teeth in pain. Taking a rising Fasaki by the arm, Dillon sends him into a corner with an Irish whip and follows in quickly with a running shoulder block to the chest. All of the air goes rushing out of Fasaki’s rib cage as Dillon bounces backwards from the impact and lands on his knees. Climbing back up, Dillon mounts the corner and begins to rain in a series of hard right hands to the face as the crowd counts along...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

NINE!

But before Tim can pound away any more Ejiro grabs him around the waist and takes a few steps forward before dropping backwards and catching Dillon with a hotshot that sends the European Champion down on the top rope throat-first!

“What a counter by Fasaki! Quick thinking if I do say so myself,” shouts out King as Dillon staggers about the ring in a daze.

Taking Dillon by the arm, Fasaki quickly winds it up and slings his leg up and over Dillon’s shoulder. Hopping into the air and coming down with all of his weight, Ejiro crushes Tim’s shoulder with the ‘Fasaki fuser’ guillotine armcrusher.

“And he’s lock on the cobra crossface,” shouts Axis, “if he hooks this, it’s over... but Dillon scrambles to the ropes before it’s all the way on.”

“Damn it,” replies King, “We almost had a new champion, and one that doesn’t just eat cabbage either.”

Releasing his cross face grip, Ejiro quickly scrambles up and begins to further lower the boom on a severely pained left shoulder with a pair of knee drops to the injured appendage. Dillon tries to cover up best he can but just simply cannot completely protect his shoulder from Fasaki’s assault. Taking Dillon up by his injured arm, Ejiro again winds up Dillon’s arm and swings his leg over Tim’s shoulders. But Dillon isn’t about to stand there and take another fuser. So he stands up under Ejiro’s weight and,

“Dillon counters and flips Ejiro over, Ejiro lands on his feet, but he eats a clothesline! What a move from the European champion!”

“But both men are down, Axis. And you have to say, Fasaki still has the advantage.”

“I don’t have to say anything, you bastard.”

“Yikes, who pissed in your Cheerios?”

“You did, this morning, at the hotel.”

“Oh yeah... Good times.”

Both men slowly, painfully make their way up to their feet. Ejiro quickly makes a grab for Dillon’s left arm and turns it over with a wristlock, attempting to continue his attack on Tim’s arm. But Dillon simply rears back and peppers Fasaki right between the eyes with three quick blows to the head that send Ejiro staggering back into the ropes. Taking Fasaki by the arm, Dillon whips his challenger into the ropes and catches him on the rebound with one big right hand to the head that sends Fasaki falling to the canvas. Moving in behind a rising Ejiro, Dillon grabs him tight around the waist for a German suplex.

“Fasaki blocks... elbow to the head from Fasaki. Ejiro switches behind and goes for a belly-to-back ... Dillon flips over the top and lands on his feet! REVERSE DDT from Dillon!”

Dillon makes a cover for...

ONE!

TWO!

THRE... EHHH NO! Fasaki barely gets a shoulder off the canvas in time to ward off the fall! Dillon grabs his hair in frustration at not being able to put the challenger away and bangs his hand against the canvas three times to symbolize the count he should have had. Dillon pulls Fasaki off the canvas and tries to send him into the corner but Ejiro quickly reverses the whip and sends Dillon into the corner instead. Running forward in desperation Ejiro cannot stop his charge in time as Tim steps aside and allows Ejiro to ram himself into the buckles chest-first. Dillon pops against the ropes and crushes Ejiro to the mat with a running gore with his uninjured right shoulder. Picking Fasaki off the mat, Dillon holds Ejiro tightly with a front facelock. Looking out to the people, Tim falls backwards and drives Fasaki into the mat with the DDT. Fasaki’s body goes flipping over his head just before Dillon drags him back up to his feet with the facelock. Taking a little hop into the air, Dillon again smashes Fasaki into the mat with another blistering DDT. With Fasaki prone on the mat and in a perfect position, Dillon steps out to the apron and climbs up the ropes.

“Dillon is poised on the top rope and here it comes! A SHOOTING ... STAR ... PRESS! Dillon nailed it! Hooks the leg... ONE ... TWO... THREE!”

“NOOO! Fasaki got a shoulder up! He got the shoulder up, Axis! Don’t you deny it!”

Dillon screams out in frustration as well as in pain from his injured shoulder. Tim looks about to the fans and to Candice with a heavy heart for what he is being forced to do. Pulling Fasaki off the mat, Tim pulls Ejiro’s head down and clenches it between his legs. Grabbing Ejiro around the waist, Dillon pulls up and looks to bury Fasaki once and for all with the dreaded piledriver. But Dillon’s shoulder cannot hold up against a struggling Ejiro and Dillon soon finds that he can’t hold Fasaki up long enough to actually hit the maneuver effectively. Quickly standing up, Fasaki lifts Dillon off his feet and over the top rope to the ring apron in a heap. Turning around in a daze, Fasaki sees a slumping Dillon slowly standing up on the apron. Ejiro comes forward with a charging elbow that rocks Tim back on his heels and nearly sends him falling to the floor. Ejiro quickly tries to drive in another elbow with the added momentum from hitting the ropes...

“Dillon ducks low and pulls down the rope! Fasaki goes flying to the floor like he got shot out of a cannon. What a brilliant leverage move from Dillon,” calls Axis

“He just got lucky is all, he fell and took the ropes with him! It was all luck I tell you! Lousy, stinking luck!” roars King in protest.

With Fasaki slowly pulling himself up, Dillon takes a running start off the apron and comes off with a...

“Flying bulldog... BLOCKED... Fasaki keeps his feet and drives Dillon backward with a BACKDROPAAAAA!”

“Right on the floor! Right on the floor! Dillon’s dead to rights... or maybe just dead. I don’t know.”

As both men lie on the mat in severe pain from that horrific suplex, Candice moves in close with her boyfriend and checks for any signs of life. While in the ring, Referee Matthew Kivell counts away at both men as Fasaki slowly starts to move. As Kivell reaches the count of five, Fasaki finally regains his feet and goes towards Dillon and Candice with menace in his mind. Candice bravely puts herself between Ejiro and her man and pleads with Fasaki to stop the match. Fasaki looks at her for just a moment with a sympathetic gaze.

But just for a moment....

“Fasaki just pie faced Candice to the floor! That son of a bitch just threw her to the floor! How can he put his hands on a woman,” argues Axis.

“That woman has already put her hands on Fasaki tonight. She gets what she deserves for what she’s done! Fasaki can’t wait around for Dillon to get back in the ring, you know? He has to get Dillon in the ring now, because he knows that he can’t win the European Title by count out,” counters that bastion of women’s issues, The Suicide King.

Taking a rather staggered Dillon, Fasaki shoves Tim back into the ring and breaks Kivell’s count at nine. Hopping back inside the ring, Fasaki, with his eyes full of hate, grabs Dillon by his hair and drags him up to his feet. Aggressively, Fasaki pulls Dillon’s head down in between his knees and grabs Dillon around the waist. Pulling upwards, Ejiro sets Dillon vertical before driving him strait down on his head...

As Axis screams, “Piledriver from Ejiro! Dillon has got to be unconscious!”

“Well if he is, this might wake his ass up! COBRA CROSSFACE is locked on!”

Ejiro pulls back with all of his might as Dillon’s face springs to life with a litany of pain. Screaming in horror as Fasaki continues to wrench away, Tim reaches desperately for the ropes but cannot seem to get the pile to move at all towards the break. Calling out in pain, Tim holds hard onto that ache in the pit of his stomach that keeps him conscious and from submitting. But out of the corner of his eye, Tim notices that Candice is climbing up to the apron and stepping between the ropes. Dillon screams to his girlfriend to not come into the ring, as his Irish pride will not allow him to accept her help in escaping the crossface. But still the pressure grows ever the more as Fasaki rocks back and forth in the hold to keep adding to Dillon’s agony. Ripping and tearing at Dillon’s head Ejiro screams out in rage and pulls back ever the tighter but Dillon still refused to submit to the indignity of handing his title to another man. But Ejiro is undaunted and continues to apply pressure on top of pressure on top of pressure on top of pressure until, finally...

TAP! TAP! TAP!

Matthew Kivell frantically signals for the bell to sound to end the match. Fasaki continues to hold on tightly to the crossface and lets out a yell of sheer triumph and joy.

“Dillon quit! Dillon quit!” screams King in ecstasy, “We have a new European Champion!”

“Now release the hold, just let him go now. Damn it Fasaki, let him go!”

Ejiro cranes back one final time with a roar before finally releasing his hold on Tim’s head and shoulder. Freeing Dillon from the crossface, Fasaki momentarily lays limp across Dillon’s nearly unconscious frame trying to gather his wits back about him. Pulling himself up by the ropes, Fasaki revels in Funyon’s next announcement as Candice quickly slides into the ring to check on Tim’s condition.

“The winner of the match... and NEWWWWWWWW SJL European Champion... EJIROOOOOOOOO FASAKIIIIIIIIII!”

The crowd releases a torrent of jeers as Kivell reaches to the timekeeper and retrieves Fasaki’s prize for his winning effort. Taking the European strap in his hand, Ejiro stares into its golden surface before hugging it close to his chest in sheer joy. Smiling broader than his mouth should be able to accommodate Ejiro steps right over Dillon and Candice while parading around the ring as “Sellout” roars through the sound system. Finally stepping up on the middle rope, Ejiro raises his belt high into the air as the fans roar in their disapproval as a few of them throw wads of trash at Ejiro. Ejiro simply laughs at the fans’ anger and continues to caress the belt like he wants to make love it like Kane would if it was a dead body. Lord I’ve gone too far. Anyway, while Ejiro is standing there with his back to Dillon and Candice in all of his glory, he is not out of danger quite yet. With a scowl distorting her naturally beautiful features, Candice leaves her man for just a moment and stalks Fasaki from behind. Winding up, Candice delivers one big low blow from behind and sends the new European Champion flying over the top rope and to the floor. Quickly getting to his feet and holding his crotch, Fasaki hops around in pain as the Texans in attendance laugh in his general direction. Partially recovering his composure, Fasaki points directly at Candice in furious anger. But with nothing to gain with another confrontation, Fasaki limps off to the backstage area with the belt held high.

“And there goes your new European champion, King, holding what’s left of his balls.”

“Well, that doesn’t matter Axis, because Ejiro Fasaki is the European Champion, and there’s nothing Dillon or... that girl... can do about it. Wallow in Fasaki’s aura! Wallow I say!”

While in the ring, Candice goes back to checking on the fallen and injured Tim Dillon. The Irishman slowly rolls up to the point where he is sitting on the mat and looks about the audience with a blank look on his face. Finally, Dillon’s eyes meet those of his ladylove, and he lets out the littlest of pained smiles. Candice looks into his eyes with pride in her heart as she and Kivell finally help Tim up to his feet. Holding his shoulder tightly to his body, Dillon looks out to the crowd and blows a kiss to them for all their support during the match. The gathered Texans give Dillon a hero’s send off as he and Candice slowly make their way out of the ring and to the back as the camera fades to black for a long overdo commercial break...

October 28, 2002

“Welcome back to SJL Wrath fans, and now, we have Ben Hardy standing by with the new European Champion, Ejiro Fasaki,” calls out Axis, “Take it away, Ben... better you than me.”

The camera fades to the backstage area and a view of the newly crowned European Champion. Holding onto his belt with one hand and his jimmies with the other, Fasaki stands there with a pained expression on his face.

“Thanks Axis. So Ejiro, what do you have to say about tonight’s proceedings?”

“Oh gee, Ben, I’m super. My groin is in another zip code thanks to a certain special someone, but I’ll be just spiffy. Just let me tell you something Ben, if I ever get anywhere near Candice again, I’ll...”

“You’ll what you sawed off little runt of a man?” shouts a voice from off screen. With his arm around Candice for support, Tim Dillon stumbles into camera view as Ben Hardy makes a hasty exit out of harm’s way.

Seeing how hurt Dillon is, Ejiro’s bravery meter starts to max out, “Oh, come on Timmy. You know you couldn’t stop me if I wanted to ... have a talk with Candice there right now.”

“You’d have to kill me, Fasaki.”

“And wound me,” announces another voice from behind Fasaki. Ejiro turns and looks right into the eyes of a steadied WildChild.

Ejiro’s eyes go wide as he steps back away from two men he has crossed very, very recently, “Hey, WildChild, uh, nice pants. Look, um, me and Timmy here were having a little conference so if you’ll be so kind as to go... spear fishing or something, we could get this whole thing all ironed out.”

“I’ll iron out your head, you bullocks.”

“I’ll go get the board,” suggests a rather helpful WildChild.

“All right!” shouts Fasaki, “If either one of you lays a hand on me, you’ll never a shot at the European Title again. That’s right, no title matches for either of you. Now back off!”

WildChild takes a few steps back at the news towards Dillon, protecting the injured Irishman from a possibly vengeful European Champion.

“Yeah, that’s right. No shots for you two ever. Yeah. Hell, as it is, you two have to climb the ladder anyway.”

“Climb the ladder?”

“That’s right. Rung by freaking rung,” answers Ejiro, “Until finally you reach the European Title... and then you’ll still have to get by me”

Dillon speaks up, “Oh so you want a ladder match, eh? Well that’s no problem for me.”

“What?”

“Me neither. I’d be a happy to clim’ up a 15-foot ladder and a come a crashing down on a mon who broke eh glass over me head the odder day. We’ll a be seeing you next week, oui?” WildChild, Dillon, and Candice all walk away from a flabbergasted Fasaki, who is left talking to himself in a huff.

“What... a... ladder match? I didn’t agree to... IT WAS A METAPHOR!” screams Fasaki as he goes stomping after WildChild and Dillon in a huff.

October 28, 2002

And once again, we’re back live on Smarks Junior Leauge Wrath! The crowd is electrified in a frenzy of excitement, as the night of hard-hitting action has weathered down to one, last, final match. Yes, the main event is up next, as the camera zooms around the arena, overlooking all the fans. Signs of “NOW TESTIFY!” and “Dillon can drink my beer anytime!” are shown, as the camera then pans over to the announce team of Axis and The Suicide King.

“Welcome back, one and all to yet another amazing edition of Smarks Junior League Wrath! As always, Axis and The Suicide King here at commentary!” Axis chimes in, “We’ve seen a ton of great matches so far, including Tim Dillon defending his European Championship against Ejiro Fasaki, also an amazing tables elimination match, where Christian Fury went against Wildchild against Johnny Dangerous, and from me folks, if you missed it, you missed A LOT!”

“Well, the crowd is psyched for the next match, and I can understand why!” The Suicide King says, “It’s Judge Mental, a true fighting champion, against…well…finally, a WORTHY opponent, Matt Myers!”

“Well, I can argue with that, I’m sure Mike Van Siclen put his best foot forward in that inferno match last show,” Axis says, “And I mean…Matt Myers had to uses an illegal move, the green mist, to beat Kamikaze! Can’t Matt beat Kamikaze straight-up in a fair match?!”

“Well, Axis, I take offence to that! Are you calling Matt Myers a cheater?” The Suicide King questions.

“Well, yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying!” Axis says.

“Uh…well…you know how the saying goes. Cheaters always win and losers never prosper because you can’t build Rome in a day without breaking an egg. Or something along those lines. Yeah.” King murmurs.

“NOW TESTIFY!” blats through the building, and flame blasts up from the entrance ramp! The arena, only for a few seconds, rises up to their feet as they let out a single, huge, loud cheer…only for it to stop and be drowned out by loud jeers and boos, as the ovation comes to a close. Judge Mental then comes out on stage, clad in his judicial robes and his Smarks Junior League Heavyweight Championship title draped over his shoulder. He looks out at the crowd as he smirks, which then turns into a wide smile, and begins marching down to the ring, as “Testify” by Rage Against The Machine continues to play…

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN…the following contest is a NO DISQUALIFICATIONS MATCH for the SMARKS JUNIOR LEAUGE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!” Funyon announces, “Introducing first, the champion, weighing in at 266 Poooooooooooooooooooooooooooooounds, from Royal Oak, Michigan, he is the Smarks Junior League WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, JUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDGGGGGGGGGGGGGEEEEEEEEEEE MEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNNTTTTTTTTTAAAAAAAALLLLLLL!”

Judge takes off his judicial robes and throws them outside the ring, as he sets his belt down on the ring apron. He climbs into the ring, stepping through the middle rope and begins leaning against the ring ropes, getting ready for his opponent.

“Well, Judge Mental has quite a challenge ahead of him, and I’m interested to see how this is going to turn out,” Axis says, “Judge Mental is older and probably wiser than the youngster Matt Myers, but Matt Myers has youth and agility on his side, so which will prevail? Youth or experience?”

After Axis’ question, the arena suddenly goes dark. The crowd explodes, giving the same size cheer of Mental’s…but then stops. The crowd simmers down to a hush and…

…

::BOOOOOOM!::

A huge pyro erupts on the middle of the stage, as “Rise” by The Cult blasts through the speakers of the Compaq Center! The crowd comes up to their feet in a mixed reaction of boos and cheers. Smoke hisses from the entrance ramp, and Matt Myers steps out on stage, looking straight at Judge Mental. His eyes focus on the champion, not even pausing to stop at he passing fan, weather they’re giving him a jeer or cheer. Funyon announces him as he nears the ring…

“And now, the CHALLANGER! From NEW HAVEN, CONNECTICUT! Weighing in at 229 Pounds, he is “BROTHER RED” MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTT MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!”

“Well, here comes a man of determination and rage,” The Suicide King comments, “I do believe that since that Hell In The Cell match with his former tag team partner, stable-mate, friend, and foe Mak Francis, Matt Myers has been a complety changed man. He has only lost once, and it was to this very man!”

“And it looks like Matt is going to be trying to avenge that loss here,” Axis says, “Matt has been in the Junior League for a whole year and then some, and he would love a…what is he…”

Axis stops talking as Matt Myers’ eyes catch the glow of the gold on the ring apron. Judge Mental pauses as he sees Matt Myers’ head go down as he begins staring at the belt. He then holds out a hand, as he places his hand over the belt, and pulls it toward him. Judge Mental’s face is now engulfed in rage that Matt had touched his belt. His teeth grind together as he sees Matt smile while holding the belt, as he rolls under the bottom rope and into the ring, as he holds the golden belt before him. He merely stares at it, as he looks out at the crowd, and then to the referee. He then hands it over to the referee, as Judge Mental then walks over to Matt Myers and they meet nose-to-nose.

“Oh my god...” Axis says to King, “Did you see that?”

“Indeed I did!” The Suicide King questions, “Matt Myers picked up the belt of Judge Mental and held it in his hands for a few seconds, and it looked as if Judge Mental was ready to kill someone! I’m telling you…mind games…stragity…whatever Matt Myers is planning to do from this…he better stop, or it’ll only make Mental angrier and angrier…”

The referee gives the belt to the time-keeper as he leans over the top rope and signals for the bell to sound, as it does. The match begins with Judge Mental and Matt Myers standing nose-to-nose, not moving a muscle, not blinking, only breathing.

::Ding, ding diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!::

Matt backs away from the champion, as does Judge Mental from his opponent. The pause for a minute, as they jump at each other and lock-up, as Judge Mental seems to gain the upper-hand straight from the lock-up. He seems to be backing Matt into a corner, as he shoves Matt right into the turnbuckle. Matt’s head bounces against the turnbuckle, as he grabs his neck and moans in pain. But Judge Mental, instead of continuing the assault, goes back into the center of the ring and motions for Matt Myers to come forward. Matt walks forward, his arms raised as if he would to try to lock up again…but he quickly delivers a martial arts kick to the knee of Judge Mental! Judge groans in pain, but doesn’t go down, as Matt walks back a bit and deliver yet another kick to the knee! Matt then walks up to Mental and wraps his arms around Judge, as he tries to throw Mental over in a belly-to-belly suplex…only to realize he can’t lift up all 266 pounds of Judge Mental. Mental then delivers an elbow to the head of Matt Myers, and Myers stumbles away from the Judge, only to turn around and walk straight into a SUPERKICK! Matt Myers falls straight to the mat as Judge Mental smirks, rubbing his knee.

“Well, it seems that Matt Myers didn’t know his own strength,” Axis says, “If he thinks that he can belly-to-belly suplex a 266 pound man, he’s going to have a tough time in this match!”

Judge Mental picks up Matt Myers once more, but as Matt makes his way back to his knees, Myers begins delivering some punches to the gut of Judge Mental. Judge groans in pain as the closed fist hits his stomach, but Judge quickly stops this with a knee to the face of Matt Myers, as he picks him up and backs him up against the ropes, and he irish whips him across the ring! Matt, using the speed that Judge Mental just gave him, jumps into the air as he comes back at Judge Mental in a crossbody, as Judge merely catches him in mid-air, and pushes him down on to his knee in a BACKBREAKER! Matt falls off Judge’s knee as he screams in pain as Judge Mental covers Matt Myers…

ONE!

TWO!

…NO! Matt Myers kicks out after two, almost three!

“Matt tried to push Judge to the mat with that flying crossbody, but it wasn’t nearly enough, as he paid for it with that brutal backbreaker!” The Suicide King groans.

Judge Mental picks Matt up once again, as he tries to pick up Matt Myers, but Myers uses his leg to deliver a kick to the face of Judge Mental while Matt is still lying on the ground. “SHIT!” screams Judge Mental as he grabs his nose in pain. Judge goes back in for another attempt to pick up Mr. Myers…but Myers this time uses a jumping kick to get off his back and hit Judge Mental right in the face AGAIN! “FUCK!” curses the Judge, as he walks away from Matt Myers again, only to turn around and get a kick delivered right to the knee of Judge Mental! Judge groans in pain as he goes down on one knee. Matt Myers sees an opening here, as he jumps over the head of Judge Mental and bounces against the ropes as he comes back with a DROPKICK right to the back of the head of Judge Mental! Judge goes face-first into the mat, as Matt Myers rolls him over into the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR—NO! Judge Mental powers out, as he throws Matt Myers right off of him! Matt Myers goes flying off of the Judge, as he hits the mat hard a few feet away from Mental. Matt scurries to his feet as he goes and bounces off the ropes and comes back at Judge Mental, as he quickly ducks under a clothesline and hits the judge with a powerful SUPERKICK! The superkick blasts Mental’s chest, as he stumbles over, almost falling backwards! Matt then jumps up on to Judge Mental’s shoulders, putting the Judge’s head in-between his legs, as he tries to take him over in a hurricane-rana roll-up…BUT JUDGE PULLS MATT BACK UP AND SMASHES HIM DOWN IN A POWERBOMB! Matt winces in pain as he grabs his neck and rolls on his back, as Judge Mental covers him, putting a single foot over Matt Myers’ chest…

ONE!

TWO!

THR…NO! Matt Myers kicks out!

“Judge Mental with a cocky and also somewhat insulting cover there,” Axis comments, “Now King, how disrespectful is this to this youngster Matt Myers!”

“Not at all,” King says, “Judge Mental is the champ. He does what he pleases!” King snickers.

Judge Mental grabs Matt Myers by the hair as he picks him up, as Matt stumbles to his feet. Matt is wobbly, as he tries to throw a right hand at Judge Mental…but Judge merely ducks under it and delivers a kick right to the gut of Matt Myers, and grabs his arm and whips him across the ring, as Matt comes back at Judge Mental, as he’s scooped up into the air and is twirled around…but Matt quickly reaches out and grabs Mental’s head as he uses his leverage to push Judge Mentals’ head into the mat in an amazing BULLDOG REVERSAL!

“WHAT THE…WHAT THE HELL?!” Axis sasy, “King, did you SEE THAT?!”

“Indeed I did!” King says, “What cruiserweight-like agility from this young man!”

Matt lands on his back, as he begins panting hard. He looks over at Judge Mental, who is laying on the mat, clutching his nose, which seems to be dripping a little blood. Matt sees an opportunity here, as he pushes his weight off the mat, gasping for air. He gets up on to his knees, as he begins crawling over to the turnbuckle…

“Good lord. Judge Mental is down, and these men haven’t even taken use of the ‘No-Disqualifications’ stipulation!” Axis says, “And what is Matt Myers thinking here?!”

Matt grabs a hold of the second rope, as he begins climbing up to the top rope. The crowd rises to their feet in anticipation of the next suicidal move, as Matt places his feet on the second rope. The clutches his back in pain as he reaches the top rope, as he looks out to the crowd before him, his back to the ring…but he senses movement behind him. He glances back to see Judge Mental on his feet and ready, as Judge grabs the rope that Matt’s left leg is on, as Matt’s eyes go wide in fear…

…And Judge yanks the rope out from under Matt, as Matt falls in a VERY uncomfortable position on the top turnbuckle! Judge drops to one knee, looking back up at Matt Myers, trying to figure out what to do…

…And then smiles.

“I don’t like that smirk…” Axis ponders.

Judge Mental grabs the legs of Matt Myers, as he hops up to the second rope. He places the legs over his shoulder, as the crowd goes to a hushed silence as what is about to happen. Judge jumps off the second rope…

…

…AND WHIPLASHES MATT MYERS DOWN TO THE MAT IN A COURTHOUSE SLAM! MATT’S POOR BODY HITS THE MATT AT FULL SPEED, AS MATT LAYS ON THE MAT MOTIONLESS!

“AND I DIDN’T LIKE THE LOOK OF THAT FUCKING WHIPLASH! OH MY GOD, IT’S OVER HERE, A COURTHOSUE SLAM FROM THE SECOND ROPE!” The Suicide King cringes as he speaks.

Judge Mental gets up to one knee as he looks over at Matt Myers, not moving. The referee is over him, trying to see if Matt Myers is still even alive. Judge Mental looks over the body of Matt Myers, as Judge Mental pauses…and smiles. Judge Mental gets up to his feet, as the referee screams at him, “JUST COVER HIM ALREADY!”. Judge’s smile fades into a frown of anger as he grabs the wrist of Matt Myers and pushes it down hard on the mat…

“And look at him! Look at Judge Menal, he’s HAPPY! He’s freaking SMILING that he has probably broken Matt’s neck! And now MERCIFILLY…MERCIFILLY…THIS MATCH IS OVER!” Axis says.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

…NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! MATT MYERS KICKS OUT, WITH ALL HIS MIGHT, MATT MYERS KICKS OUT! JUDGE MENTAL LOOKS STRAIGHT AT THE REFEREE WHO SHOWS JUDGE MENTAL TWO FIGNERS, AS JUDGE MENTAL LOOKS OUT AT THE CROWD, IN PURE DISBELEIF!

“OH MY GOD! DID YOU SEE THAT?!” Axis says, “HE’S FUCKING ALVIE! MATT MYERS IS ALIVE!”

“I CAN’T BELIEVE MY EYES!” The Suicide King yells, “AND NEITHER CAN JUDGE MENTAL! LOOK AT HIS FACE; HE THINKS HE WON THIS THING!”

Judge drops down to his knees and buries his face in his hand, as he then smacks his hand down to the mat in disgust, as he rolls out of the ring, and reaches under the ring…

“Oh…oh no…” Axis says, “Don’t tell me he’s…”

“Haha, YES! Folks, for everyone watching at home, your about to find out what ‘no disqualifications’ really means!” The Suicide King yells.

Judge pulls out a trashcan, and a trash can lid out from under the ring, as he throws both items into the ring. He tries to go under the bottom rope and back into the ring…but pauses. He looks back at the ring apron, as he steps outside the ring and stands there for a minute, as he reaches under…

…

…AND PULLS OUT A 20-FOOT LADDER!

“Oh…CHRIST!” Axis says, “Judge Mental has just taken a LADDER OUT FORM UNDER THE RING! Can this match GET any more brutal!?!”

Judge Mental slides in the ladder as he gets into the ring to see Matt Myers trying to climb to his feet, as he is on his knees. Judge Mental reaches down and grabs the trashcan lid, as he raises it above his head and…

TWACK! The trashcan lid bounces off of Matt Myers back as it bends it two! Judge Mental looks at the trashcan once again, as it seems to be bent in two. He smirks with joy as he picks Matt Myers up to his feet as he pushes poor Matt Myers against the ropes and Matt comes back to get a trashcan shot to the KNEE! Matt goes twirling in the air as he falls down to the mat, as he grabs the knee and screams out in pain! Judge Mental drops the trashcan lid as he grabs a leg of Matt Myers (the one that he hit with the trashcan lid) and pulls him over in a half-Boston crab! Matt screams in pain once more as he reaches out for the ropes…

“Look at this!” The Suicide King says, “Judge Mental using ring smarts, as he works on the leg with that trashcan lid, and now he’s going to put more pressure on it with the half-Boston crab!”

Matt reaches out, moving inch by inch, as he tries to near the ropes. He reaches his hand out, as he is almost there. He wipes sweat from his brow, as his arm extends further…he’s only a few centimeters from the ropes BUT JUDGE MENTAL PULLS MATT MYERS AWAY! Matt Myers screams in pain, as he reaches out once more, but Judge Mental has him pinned to the mat! Matt Myers sees his only way out, as he rolls himself on to his back, so he is looking up at Judge Mental! Matt uses his free leg to take a few shots at Judge Mental, but to no avail, he seems to not be affected by them…Matt sees something out of the corner of his eye, as he reaches out for it and grabs a hold of it…it’s cold and hard…Matt takes the object and…

WHACK!

“OH DEAR ME!” The Suicide King says, “MATT MYERS JUST BASHED JUDGE MENTAL’S HEAD IN WITH THAT TRASHCAN!”

Judge Mental stumbles backwards, as he leans against the ring ropes. He puts his hand to his nose…yes, he’s been busted wide open, and blood is pouring down his face. Matt Myers begins to climb to his feet, using the big trashcan as leverage, as he finally makes it to his feet. Judge Mental charges at Matt Myers, with his arm extended in a clothesline, but Matt Myers ducks under the arm, as he turns around and throws the trashcan into Judge Mental! Judge Mental catches the trashcan, but he’s not quick enough to drop it as Matt Myers jumps into the air and hits the trashcan with a spinning wheel kick as Judge Mental falls to the ground! Matt Myers quickly stumbles over as he covers Judge Mental…

“What a kick!” Axis says, “Matt Myers just did a spinning wheel kick right into that trashcan, which Judge Mental was holding, and it went right back into his already bleeding head!”

ONE!

TWO!

THREE…NOOOOOOOOOO! JUDGE MENTAL KICKS OUT AGAIN!

Matt Myers looks back up at the referee in disbelief as the crowd comes alive, as more blood is to be anticipated!

“And Judge Mental kicks out again!” Axis groans, “Well, it seems that Matt Myers now has the upper-hand here, but for how long?”

Matt Myers picks up Judge Mental, as he puts the wobbly Judge to his feet. He kicks Judge Mental in the gut with a karate kick, as he whips Judge Mental against the ropes. Matt Myers quickly hops up to the second rope and Judge Mental comes back at Matt Myers, to which Matt Myers jumps off, as Judge Mentals’ head is placed in a front-headlock position, as Matt Myers begins twisting and twirling in the air, and Matt Myers whacks Judge Mental to the mat in a TORNDADO DDT!

“Tornado DDT!” Axis screams, “If Matt Myers covers Judge Mental now, he could end the match but…something seems to have caught his eye…”

Axis’ words are true, as Matt Myers is on all fours now, but his attention has been taken away from Judge Mental. He looks over to something near the corner of the ring, as the camera pans over and zooms in on it…

…The 20-Foot Ladder.

“Oh my god, no, not this, Matt!” Axis says, “You’ll break yourself in half!”

But Axis’ plea has no affect on Myers’ mind set, as he walks over to the ladder and stands up, as he bends over and picks up the ladder, as he sets it up near the turnbuckle. He looks out at the crowd as they go insane. Matt nods his head in approval, as he turns around to see Judge Mental is up and rushing toward him! Matt ducks under a clothesline, as he delivers a jumping kick right to the stomach of Judge Mental, as he runs behind Judge Mental, bounces off the ropes, and as he passes Judge Mental, he reaches back and grabs the neck of Judge Mental, as he falls to the ground, hitting a picture-perfect DIAMOND CUTTER!

“THE MEMORY!” Axis screams, “Judge Mental is down and out…”

“Down and out, yes, but I don’t think Matt Myers is going to stop here!” The Suicide King says, “He’s going to climb that ladder and…Heh. I’m getting excited just thinking of the carnage!”

Matt Myers quickly climbs up to his feet, as he steps outside of the ring on to the ring apron, as he begins climbing the turnbuckle, keeping an eye on Judge Mental for any movement…but Judge Mental seems down and out, as Matt reaches the top turnbuckle, but oh no, he doesn’t stop there as he begins climbing up the ladder. As he climbs up rung by rung, the crowd becomes more and more anticipated of the suicidal drop. Finally, Matt Myers reaches the top of the ladder, as he looks out at the crowd one more…

…AND TAKES A LEAP OFF, LEGS FULLY EXTENDED, AS HE FALLS RIGHT ON JUDGE MENTAL’S THROAT WITH A GIGANTIC LEGDROP FROM THE 20-FOOT LADDER! MATT FALLS TO THE MATT IN A SICKENING *THUD*, AS THE CROWD GOES INSNAE!

“…Dear…Mother…Of GOD…” Axis says, “King…is Judge Mental dead?! Matt Myers must have broken his tailbone from that!”

Matt, who is sitting on the mat, places his hand on his lower back, as he screams out in pain, but looks over and sees Judge Mental on the ground. He simply droops himself over Judge Mental, as he weakly hooks a leg, as the referee counts…

ONE!

TWO!

THR—NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! JUDGE MENTAL KICKS OUT AGAIN! MATT MYERS LOOKS AROUND AT THE CROWD AND THEN THE REFEREE, AS THE REF ONLY HOLDS UP TWO FIGNERS, AS MATT MYERS LOSES IT! He begins smacking the ring with his hands, as he points up to the ladder again!

“No, Matt NO!” Axis screams, “Not again, NOT AGAIN! You really will kill yourself this time!”

Matt Myers, still holding his tailbone and limping a little bit, begins to climb up the ladder, not even going up the turnbuckle way. As he reaches the top, he looks back to see Judge Mental one knee, rubbing his neck. Matt Myers sees and opportunity here, as he turns around and takes a leap from the ladder in a flying crossbody…

…

…AS HE’S CAUGHT IN MID-AIR BY JUDGE MENTAL! Matt struggles to get out of his mighty arms, but it’s far too late as Judge Mental twists Matt around in his arms and put into a tombstone piledriver position, as Judge back up a bit…but he backs up right into the referee, who is knocked back into the turnbuckle, as the ref’s head goes back and lays against the bottom turnbuckle. Judge begins spinning around, but then he suddenly stops and…TW’ACK! A tombstone piledriver in the center of the ring, as Judge Mental lets of Matt Myers’ limp body. Judge looks around at the crowd, as he covers Matt Myers…only to look over and realized that there’s NO RFEREE! “OH FUCK!” Judge Mental screams into the air as he walks over to the referee, who seems to be totally out. Judge Mental starts slapping the referee…but…to no avail, as he still stays there.

“Well, this is interesting,” Axis says, “The referee is out cold, and Judge Mental should have the match one here!”

“Well, if I was Judge Mental I would…oh…no…LOOK AT THE ENTRNACE WAY!” The Suicide King screams.

Axis’ eyes turn to the entrance way to see none other than MIKE VAN SICLEN RUNNING DOWN THE ENTRANCE RAMP! Mike slides under the bottom rope and into the ring, as he goes right up to Judge Mental, who is still trying to revive the referee. He turns Judge Mental around as he delivers a kick right to the gut of Judge Mental, as he scoops Judge Mental up into a belly-to-belly piledriver and WHAM! VAN SLAMINATOR, RIGHT IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!

“VAN SLAMINATOR! VAN SLAMINATOR FROM MIKE VAN SICLEN!” Axis screams, “NOW WAKE UP MATT! WAKE UP AND MAKE THE COVER AND WIN THIS THING!”

Mike Van Siclen looks over at Matt Myers as he drags his limp body and places it on top of Judge Mental. He looks over at the referee as he sees him begin to move, as he quickly slides out of the ring, as begins cheering on Matt Myers!

“I don’t believe I’m seeing this!” The Suicide King says, “Mike Van Siclen is actually HELPING Matt Myers!”

The refeee’s sight is dizzy, as he sees something to be a bird on a beached whale, but he quickly realizes what it is, as it’s a sight referees are trained to see. He falls to his stomach as he raises his hand in the air and…

OOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNEEEEEEEE!

He raises it again…

TWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

And once MORE…

THHHHHHRE—NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! JUDGE MENTAL KICKS OUT AGAIN!

“I don’t believe it! Judge Mental kicks out!” Axis says, “What is Matt going to have to do here?!”

Matt rolls off of Judge Mental, breathing hard and gasping for air. MVS stands on the outside of the ring, his head buried in his arms, trying to think of what to do next. He then begins stomping the apron hard as he screams “’CUMMON!”. Matt slowly, but ever so surely, makes his way up to his feet at the same time Judge Mental does. Matt Myers, totally exhausted, stumbles forward, as Judge Mental scoops him up once more on to his shoulder, but Matt falls off of the shoulder behind Judge Mental, as he delivers a jumping low-kick to the knee of Judge Mental. Myers, using every bit of strength that he has, scoops up Judge Mental on to his back, his knees wobbly and shaking, but he then quickly reverses Judge Mental into a tombstone piledriver position and WHACK! A Death Myers Driver I right on to the cold, hard ring! Matt falls to his knees, as he covers Judge Mental one more time, the crowd following the referee’s count…

ONE!

TWO!

TTTTHHHRRREEE!

“OH MY GOD!” Axis screams, “DEAR SWEET MOTHER OF GOD, HE DID IT! MATT MYERS HAS DONE IT! I CAN’T BELIEVE MY EYES!”

::Ding, ding, ding!!!::

As “Rise” blasts through the arena, Matt Myers looks around at the fans, as the referee rolls out of the ring and grabs the Smarks Junior League World Heavyweight Championship belt, as he slides back under the bottom rope and hands it to Matt Myers, who holds the belt as if it was his newborn child!

“LADIES AND GENTLMEN…” Funyon announces, “THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH AND *NNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWW* SMARKS JUNIOR LEAUGE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION…MAAAAAATTTTTTTT MYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEERRRRRRSSSSSSS!”

“Did you ever, and I mean EVER,” Axis says, “Think you would hear that folks?! Matt’s long, hard path has been traveled, and now he’s at the top of the world, he is THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!”

“I mean…I’m glad for Matt and all…” The Suicide King says, “But Judge Mental must be devastated. I mean, he went thought hell in this match, and I’m sure he would have won it if it wasn’t for that god damn Mike Van Siclen! Speaking of MVS, where is he?!”

Matt holds the title belt in his hands, as he gets up to his feet, his eyes tearing with joy. The referee walks over to Matt Myers has he raises his hand in victory, and Matt Myers looks over at Mike Van Siclen, who is walking up the entrance way, but keeping an eye on Matt Myers. Myers pauses as MVS point to the World Title belt…and points to himself.

“What…what does that mean?” Axis says, “Mike just pointed to the world title and pointed to himself…is their some sort of…relationship between these two men?!”

“Heh. I guess Matt Myers isn’t all that glorious here, is he?!” The Suicide King accuses.

Mike turns around, emotionless, and begins walking up the entrance ramp. Matt stands there in the center of the ring, as his music blats over the speakers. He then looks down at his title belt, as he climbs up to the second turnbuckle and throws it into the air. The crowd goes nuts as Matt points out to the crowd, as they seem to be cheering him!

“Well, folks, a great, great night. What a miraculous and hellacious match between these two men, but it only leaves us questions. What’s the relationship between Mike Van Siclen and Matt Myers? Why did MVS help Matt win the world title? And what of Judge Mental?! Will he regain his lost gold?! Tune in next time folks to have all your questions answered!”

The camera zooms in on Matt Myers climbing up another turnbuckle, as he throws the title belt into the air, and it star wipes into a commercial…

October 28, 2002

Summary!

A few dark matches, then the show...

SINGLES MATCH

Jack the Ripper vs. James Morin

- Jack beats the rookie via. the Ripping, then gets smacked with a cane by Dangerous.

TABLES ELIMINATION MATCH

Wildchild vs. Johnny Dangerous vs. Christian Fury

- Erm, ok. Read it people.

Meanwhile, Ms. Muffin, Jack's new manager, verbally attacks Dangerous. Who doesn't overally care.

EUROPEAN TITLE MATCH

- The heelish Fasaki makes Dillon tap, and becomes the new European champ.

In one amusing promo, Ejiro inadvertently arranges a European title match, LADDER stylez, for the next show.

WORLD TITLE MATCH

NO-DQ MATCH

- Matt Myers... The world champion? I remember when this kid was getting his ass kicked by Erek Taylor on a weekly basis. How times change. Congrats dude.

SJL Wrath, October 27

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