The Ejiro Annual Thread of Losing

[Guest Goodear]

The camera sweeps about the crowd picking up such lovely signs as “Blue (Balls) Men”, “Wild Thing, I think I love you,” and “I Drink with Dillon.” Such is the fun and excitement of signs. Now let us never speak of them again. Instead, let us taker a look at the ladder that has been stationed in the ramp way to the ring. In all of it’s imposing glory, the ladder serves only as a premonition for the violence to come. So to move things along, it would be a good idea to speak to the greatest announce crew since Jim Ross and The King, Axis and The… other … King. You know, the one that isn’t a tremendous prick? That’s him.

 

“Welcome back fans. And boy what an event we have had thus far, but now it is time for our main event. And this contest will be one hell of a barnburner, King, where all three men will be tested to their physical limit. Where all three will be struggling to make that long, hard climb towards the top of their professions. Where…”

 

Suicide King just has to break into all the hyperbole, “Just boil it down for me, Axis.”

 

“I think someone is going to fall from a high place,” answers Axis.

 

“Will I hate the people falling?”

 

“Probably two out of the three.”

 

“Sold. Why didn’t you just say that to begin with?”

 

“I think we should go to Funyon for the introductions.”

 

Funyon steps to the center of the ring and starts to swing, while he does his thing, “Ladies and Gentlemen… this is THE MAIN EVENT! It is a LADDER MATCH for the SJL European Title. Introducing first…

 

The crowd begins to warm as “The Everlasting Gaze” starts to roll in from the sound system. With The Smashing Pumpkin’s theme reaching a fever pitch, out steps WildChild to a tremendous ovation from the Boston crowd. As WildChild looks about, nervously, the announcers have a little back-story to impart to the fans.

 

“I tell you what, King. WildChild has a whole lot of reason to be psyched up for this event. First he’s getting another shot at the European Title that barely escaped his grasp at The Bar Brawl, secondly he gets another chance to prove he can beat Tim Dillon, and he also has an opportunity at revenge at the man who has been out to “teach him a lesson”, The New European Champion, Ejiro Fasaki.”

 

Suicide King answers quickly, “Well, if WildChild could actually retain information for more than 20 minutes at a time, he’d be doing a whole lot better than he is. But I fear MTV has claimed another victim.”

 

WildChild pauses near the fifteen feet high ladder for a moment of deep thought of the peril involved in this match. Undaunted, WildChild slips into the ring as Funyon calls out, “He weighs in tonight at 217 pounds and hails from Morgan’s Bluff in the Bahamas. This is the WILLLLLLLLLDCHILLLLLLLLD! And his opponent...”

 

The sound of bagpipes begins to enter into the air of The Fleet Center and the fans roar in response at the premise of the man to come. And as shamrocks start to fall from the ceiling, the lyrics of Dropkick Murphy’s “Barroom Hero” become clear over the rising din of the crowd.

 

“Face down in the gutter, won’t admit defeat... these clothes are soiled and black!”

 

Orange and Green pyrotechnics shoot high into the Fleet Center as the assembled people in attendance give Tim Dillon a hero’s welcome. Popping out of the entranceway, Tim looks this way and that towards the assorted people of Irish decent that sort of are the stereotype of Boston. At least I hope they are, otherwise I’ll look pretty stupid. Anyway, Dillon takes a moment to bask in the cheers before motioning to the backstage area. Where emerges one sweet chick named Candice, who this evening has managed to pull on a Celtics Jersey for some even better cheers from the sorted folks in attendance. Smiling at each other, Dillon and Candice take a moment to bask in each other’s glory before Dillon gets his game face on. Throwing hard punches into the air, Dillon works his way down to the ring.

 

“Introducing, he is from Limerick, Ireland and weighs in at a 168 pounds. He is the former SJL Irish Champion and is accompanied to the ring by Sweet Candice. Please welcome, TIMMMMMMM DILLLLLLLLLON!”

 

As Candice takes a position on the outside of the ring while taking a long look at the ladder, Dillon steps up the ring steps and into the ring. Quickly going up to WildChild, Tim shares some words with one of his opponents for this evening. Looking at each other in the eye, their tension breaks as another song hits the airwaves.

 

“And the Champion,” yells out Funyon as the fans begins to boo in a preemptive strike.

 

“Sellout” pours into the arena and the fans respond with a rather uncultured greeting of...

 

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

 

And out comes Ejiro Fasaki to a momentous round of jeers. Wearing his European Title around his waist and adorned in a royal purple this evening, Ejiro takes his sweet ass time getting anywhere near the ring.

 

“Now some of you fans might be wondering why Fasaki is wearing his title to the ring this evening when it should be already suspended in the air?” explains Axis. “Well, it turns out that Fasaki demanded that he be allowed the chance to get into the ring and secure it to the rope himself. Seems as though he didn’t trust WildChild or Tim Dillon to give him a chance to get into the ring. And so, here we are.”

 

“That’s some good strategy if you ask me, Ejiro wants this match to start on an even footing. And quite frankly, he deserves more than that. He should be allowed to have a big hook or something... yeah a big hook,” follows King.

 

Ejiro takes a long, puzzled look at the ladder with wide eyes before slowly making his way into the ring. Removing his title belt, Ejiro awaits Funyon’s introduction...

 

“He is from Sarasota, Florida. He weighs 188 pounds. And he is the SJL European Champion and he would like to extend “what all the kids call a shout out” to all of his fans in Luxembourg this evening. EJIROOOOOOOOOOO FASAKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!”

 

Ejiro climbs up to the middle rope and raises his belt high in the air as the fans give him yet another round of jeers and naughty taunts. Quickly hopping off the ropes, Ejiro steps to the middle of the ring. Giving his title belt one last kiss goodbye, Ejiro secures it to the rope and steps back into a corner. All of the eyes in the ring watch the belt rise high into the air of The Fleet Center, and as then bell rings. All three men meat eye to eye to eye for a moment, sizing each other up as a magical moment happens...

 

“Dillon and WildChild immediately assault the European Champion! Looks like all of the whining and back stabbing has come home to roost,” chuckles Axis.

 

“This is just plain wrong!” follows King, “When will all this horrible double teaming end? Oh, the humanity!”

 

Dillon and WildChild immediately unleash a pair of right hands to the forehead of Ejiro Fasaki. The European Champion tumbles to the mat, but he quickly scrambles back up to his feet. He is met with another pair of hard right hands that again send Fasaki down to the canvas. WildChild and Dillon quickly collect Fasaki and collectively whip him into the ropes. The challengers both duck their heads and send Ejiro flying into the air with a tremendous double backdrop. Arching in pain, Fasaki screams out in horror and tries to regain some sort of stalemate. But Tim and WildChild are not about to allow Fasaki to get away that easily. Dillon grabs Fasaki around the waist and lifts him up in position for WildChild’s next offensive move. Hitting the ropes for some momentum, WildChild leaps into the air and crushes Ejiro’s face with his patented flying forearm.

 

“What a tandem move by Dillon and WildChild, King. They are acting like one heck of a team in there.”

 

“It cannot last, Axis. There’s a European Title up in that sky that ensures that it won’t.”

 

Pulling a dazed Fasaki off the mat, WildChild ducks underneath his legs and lifts him up for what looks to be an electric chair drop. Holding Ejiro high in the air, WildChild holds on tight as Tim Dillon climbs his way up to the top rope. Ejiro puts his hands up in a praying motion, pleading with Dillon not to do it. Dillon looks out to the fans with a smirk as they give him a cheer of approval. Shrugging at Fasaki as if to say, “sorry” Dillon comes flying off the top with a missile dropkick that sends Ejiro to the mat with a sickening thud as WildChild releases Fasaki’s legs. Tumbling to the mat in a heap, Fasaki desperately attempts to hold onto a thread of consciousness as Dillon motions to WildChild to make a play for the ladder.

 

“Well it looks like Dillon is going to allow WildChild to fetch the ladder as he continues to pound away on Fasaki,” states Axis.

 

“Damn it. These two are smarter than I gave them credit for, they’ll double team Fasaki into oblivion and then battle it out for European gold uncontested,” answers The Suicide King.

 

While WildChild goes to fetch the ladder, Dillon has Fasaki back up into his feet and lets loose with a series of body shots and jabs before finally sending Ejiro back down to the mat with a leaping dropkick to the face. Fasaki rolls all the way out of the ring and collapses on the floor as WildChild sets the ladder on the apron. Taking the ladder, Tim Dillon takes a moment to set the ladder underneath the title belt before making his ascent. Alas, he doesn’t get that far.

 

“WildChild just pulled Dillon off the ladder!” shouts Axis, somehow surprised, even though The Suicide King has been foreshadowing this event all match long.

 

“I knew this partnership wouldn’t last,” exclaims a correct and darn proud of it King.

 

Dillon lands on his feet and turns right into the face of his “partner.” His Irish dander up, Dillon goes nose to nose with WildChild before shoving him backward in a rage. Not one to sit idly by and let himself get shoved around, WildChild responds with a shove of his own. Not one to sit idly by and let himself get shoved, back, Dillon unleashes a big right hand to the head. Dillon takes the opportunity to attempt to whip WildChild into the ropes but WildChild reverses and sends Dillon crashing into the ladder, knocking it and him to the canvas. With Dillon lying on the ladder, face first, WildChild runs towards the ropes. Hopping onto the middle rope, WildChild propels himself backward onto Dillon like a large rolling ball, like one you might find in pinball game, oddly enough.

 

“The Pinball! WildChild just crushed Dillon with all of his 217 pounds!” screams Axis.

 

“Looks like Dillon is going to have little ladder indentations all over his face. It has to be an improvement over all the freckles if you ask me.”

 

“I’m pretty sure no one asked you, King.”

 

“Well, that makes this whole commentary thing a whole lot easier.”

 

Rising up to his feet, WildChild looks about the ring to try and get a bead on where the heck Ejiro Fasaki has been all this time. Seeing Fasaki finally pulling himself off the floor, WildChild charges towards the ropes and leaps over the top to the floor with a plancha! Crushing Ejiro to the arena floor, WildChild leaps up to his feet with a primal roar to the fans, who all respond with a cheer of their own. Picking Fasaki off the floor, WildChild chucks the European Champion back into the ring and quickly follows behind. Looking out to the crowd for just a moment, WildChild takes hold of Ejiro’s wrist and twists it tightly. Dragging Ejiro by the arm, WildChild runs towards the ropes and takes a few quick steps up to the top. Drawing a cheer, WildChild smiles to crowd broadly before taking Fasaki for a scenic tour of the ring via the ropewalk. To bad for WildChild he’ll never get around to showing Fasaki the Grand Canyon...

 

“Tim Dillon has the ladder, King... and he sends it into WildChild like a javelin! Sending the man from the Bahamas crashing all the way to the arena floor!”

 

“He tossed that ladder like it was one of those telephone poles that guys in kilts throw! But, he’s not Scottish, so that can’t be right! Can it?”

 

WildChild tumbles down to the floor and like the song says, let his body hit the floor. Meanwhile, in the ring, Dillon sets up the ladder in the middle of the ring and starts the climb up the ladder. But Ejiro Fasaki is not quite out of the fight yet and starts to climb up the other side of the ladder at the same time. Both combatants meet near the top and almost within grasping the precious title. Tim quickly responds to Ejiro’s presence with a quick right jab to the face that sends Fasaki rocking backward, but not off the ladder. Tim rears back with another fist but Ejiro blocks the blow and grabs Dillon around the head before driving his face down on the top step of the ladder. With Tim stunned from hitting the ladder, Ejiro takes advantage of the situation to attempt something big. Moving up a few more steps, Fasaki grabs Dillon around the head and propels himself over the ladder for one towering blockbuster that sends both men flying to the mat, ten feet below!

 

“What a move, King! Fasaki just crushed Dillon, but stunned himself in the process by falling over ten feet in the air.”

 

“That’s the problem with these ladder matches, Axis, you hit a big move and it ends up taking a whole lot out of you as well. I’ve always been of the opinion that you should lie low in these ladder matches and just try to pick up the pieces at the end.”

 

Dillon and Fasaki lie on the mat in pain as WildChild attempts to collect himself from getting clobbered by the floor. Ejiro is the first to recover and, collecting the ladder, Fasaki stands it up on the corner at a ninety-degree angle. Going back over to a stunned Dillon, Fasaki kicks the Fighting Irishman directly in the ribs just for the sheer joy of doing it. Pulling Dillon off the mat, Ejiro winds him up and sends him across the ring towards the ladder. Dillon quickly reverses the whip, but Fasaki, thinking quickly, uses a baseball slide in order to break his momentum and charges towards Dillon with a clothesline.

 

Axis calls out, “Dillon ducks underneath Fasaki’s arm. Hooks him up... GERMAN RELEASE SUPLEX into the ladder!”

 

“Oh man, the back of his head just cracked right into the ladder. Good thing for Fasaki he didn’t get put there by a real man and instead got hit by a living stick figure," responds a sarcastic King.

 

Dillon kicks Fasaki in the head and away from the ladder. Quickly dragging the ladder towards the center of the ring, Dillon prepares to make a quick attempt at the gold. Setting the ladder up, Dillon pauses a moment to catch his breath before slowly climbing up and toward European gold. Reaching up towards the shining prize, Dillon is unaware that WildChild is coming up from the rear. Hopping up, WildChild clocks Dillon from behind with a clubbing forearm. WildChild grabs Tim by the hair and pulls him backward across WildChild’s shoulders. Climbing up underneath Dillon, WildChild hooks his arms around Dillon’s and prepares himself for the move to come as the fans stand in anticipation.

 

“What the heck is WildChild doing? OH MY GOD. He wouldn’t King! He wouldn’t!”

 

“Oh man, I think he is! This will subtract someone from the match I guarantee.”

 

Holding Dillon across his back, WildChild muscles his way up a few more steps as Candice screams out in horror and turns her back to the action with her hands over her face. WildChild howls out in anger before stepping back off the ladder and plummeting to the canvas with...

 

 

 

 

“A WILD RIDE OFF THE LADDER!”

 

 

 

 

 

“Oh man, Oh fucking man. Dillon got driven strait down on his head ... and he’s not moving Axis. He’s not moving an inch. I can tell you that that wasn’t the way he should have taken the Wild Ride. Dillon should have landed on his shoulders, not square on top of the head like that. No one takes a bump like that on top of the head. No one.”

 

WildChild rolls over to his side next to Dillon and looks into his opponent’s eyes for just a second. Snapping to his feet, WildChild motions to the referee outside of the ring to check on Dillon’s condition and signals to Fasaki to stay away from the site of the injury. Noticing the change in atmosphere immediately, Candice hops up on the apron at this rather unusual event as Matthew Kivell slides into the ring and hustles over to Dillon’s fallen form. Taking a close look at Tim, Kivell yells out to the back for some emergency assistance.

 

Axis speaks slowly and gravely, “Ladies and Gentlemen, it appears as though Tim Dillon has been seriously injured from that fall from the ladder. I know this is going to sound strange coming from a wrestling announcer, but this was not supposed to be taking place like this. Dillon appears to be in some serious trouble folks. Let’s just hope he’ll be okay fans.”

 

The medical team appears from behind the curtains with a stretcher and race down to ringside as quickly as their legs can carry them. WildChild and Ejiro both stand aside and look over their fallen brother with concern in their eyes and a gaunt look on their faces as the medical technicians attend to Dillon’s condition. Checking carefully, the medics examine Dillon as he holds on tightly to one of their hands so they all know that he’s awake. Being especially careful, the medics stabilize Tim’s neck with a brace before even thinking about moving him onto the stretcher. Slowly and carefully rolling Dillon to one side, the medics slide Tim onto a backboard and push him out underneath the bottom ropes and onto the prepared stretcher.

 

Axis speaks, “Fans, we’ve just received word from ringside that Dillon appears to have severely injured his neck from that fall. And although Dillon’s fully coherent right now, he doesn’t appear to be able to move his legs at the moment. Uh, as bad as that sounds, it could just be a stinger. He could regain feeling at any time. We can only hope and pray that that’s the case. Other than that, Tim, our hopes and prayers are with you and your family. Get better man, please get better.”

 

As Tim is loaded onto the stretcher at ringside, Ejiro and WildChild stand by to the side together as Candice holds onto Dillon’s hand with tears streaming from her eyes. Dillon yells at the medic to stop moving him for just a moment and calls WildChild and Ejiro over to the stretcher. Speaking to them Dillon clearly yells to them from the stretcher, “You rotten bastards, you finish the match. You hear me? Finish this bitch right and proper, yeah?” As soon as Ejiro and WildChild give Dillon the nod, Tim tells the medics that he’s ready to get moving. And with Candice holding onto Tim the entire trip, the medics roll Tim down the aisle towards the exit. The fans, hoping to give Tim some measure of encouragement, chant loud and proud…

 

“Get Well Tim! Get Well Tim! Get Well Tim!”

 

“The fans are giving Dillon one hell of a sendoff, King. It’s a great show of support for a great man like Dillon. I mean, say what you will but you just hate to see this sort of thing happen to anyone.”

 

King answers back, “But that’s the thing about wrestling, Axis. An accident like that can happen to anyone at anytime. It can come something as dangerous as falling off a ladder or from something as simple as a snap mare. But it happens. And as sad as it might be, I guess it happened to Tim Dillon right here, tonight.”

 

“Well fans, we’ll be passing along any news we have as soon as we get it. I can tell you that Tim is being taken on his way to an ambulance and will then be sent to the hospital for further evaluation. Until then, I don’t think we should really speculate on his condition until we have some hard information to pass on to you. Once again, the last thing we heard from ringside was that Dillon had lost feeling in his legs. Uh, but we all shouldn’t really panic, it could just be a stinger. He may be perfectly fine by the time he gets to the hospital, we don’t know. But we will keep you as abreast to the situation as well as we can until we go off the air.”

 

WildChild, Ejiro Fasaki and referee Matthew Kivell slowly break into a huddle in order to discuss what to do next concerning this match. It doesn’t seem like anyone is in a real big hurry to get back in the ring real fast but eventually all of the men involved nod to each other in agreement. Kivell breaks from the meeting and heads directly over to Funyon and tells him what they have decided to do in light of Dillon’s injury. After a few moments of consultation, Funyon picks up the microphone and makes the solemn announcement.

 

“Fans, at the request of Tim Dillon, this match will continue to a finish. But due to the events that have already transpired tonight, it will be contested under normal rules for the European Title.”

 

“I think that’s a good move, King. Ejiro and WildChild really shouldn’t be falling off of ladders anymore tonight after what has gone on thus far tonight. We certainly do not want another accident of that magnitude, and the way these guys have to have been rattled, no more ladders seems like a good idea.”

 

“True enough Axis, but they are still respecting the wishes of Dillon before he was taken out of the arena by finishing this match up. I have to admit, that takes a whole lot of guts from everyone involved, but especially Tim Dillon.”

 

WildChild and Fasaki both step into the ring right next to each other with Kivell entering right behind them. Kivell quickly takes a hold of the ladder and folds it up, before dropping it over the top rope and to the floor. The referee then signals for the match to restart and the fans let out a little cheer but are still rather down from just seeing Dillon getting carted out of the building. The wrestlers hesitate as they look at each other with questioning looks in their eyes. Finally they both sort of shrug and lock up for just a moment before Ejiro quickly sends WildChild to the mat with an armdrag. WildChild stays on the mat for a moment, looking a bit frustrated and more than a little off his game, for good reason. WildChild clambers back up to his feet as Fasaki patiently looks on at his opponent. The wrestlers tie up again and Ejiro immediately steps inside WildChild’s reach and takes him back down to the canvas with a hiptoss.

 

“It’s pretty obvious that WildChild does not have his mind on the proceedings in the ring right now, King. He’s certainly not showing his usual degree of focus.”

 

“Well, what are you going to do? He was just part of one of the worse wrestling injuries I have ever seen. But WildChild cannot allow that to impair his abilities. He’s still one heck of a talent and shouldn’t let a freak chance get in the way of what will be a fine career.”

 

“Wow, well said King.”

 

“Yeah, well this just isn’t the time to call him ‘Clown Boy’ now is it?”

 

The wrestlers tie up again and Ejiro quickly goes behind WildChild and takes him down to the mat with a reverse lift, dropping WildChild on the mat chest first. Riding WildChild down on the mat, Ejiro continues to hold WildChild tightly around the waist as WildChild grits his teeth in order to show that damn it, he’s not just going to fold his tent and phone the rest of this match in while Tim Dillon is on his way to the hospital. Quickly sitting out, WildChild escapes from the waistlock and reverses into one of his own on Fasaki. Standing up underneath the pressure, Ejiro struggles for a moment and slides his arm down in between Wildchild’s arms and escapes with a wristlock. WildChild goes down to one knee underneath the pressure, but is no mood to stay there for long. So to counter, WildChild quickly rolls forward to the mat to escape the wristlock and takes Fasaki down with a single leg take down from the mat. Quickly sliding his body in between Ejiro’s left leg, WildChild wraps the appendage up in a leg bar and wrenches it back, attempting to make Ejiro tap out to the pain.

 

“As you can see fans, WildChild is perfectly able to work a mat based style of match. He was after all, trained by the legendary Dean Malenko in Tampa, Florida. He just prefers to go to the air and take risks,” calls Axis.

 

Pained from the leglock, Ejiro is only momentarily incapacitated before his storied training in mat wrestling takes control. Ejiro takes his free boot across WildChild’s jaw as Fasaki slaps his hand against the boot. The foot jams forwards into WildChild’s face and forces him to free Fasaki from the leglock. Both men scamper up to their feet, but WildChild is still trying to shake the cobwebs loose from taking a foot to the jaw. Taking the momentarily stunned WildChild and pushing him back into a corner, Fasaki drives an elbow into WildChild’s chest like a lumberjack swinging an axe. Taking WildChild by the arm, Fasaki whips his opponent across the ring and into a turnbuckle. Ejiro points strait at WildChild and charges forward, but the man from the Bahamas lifts a foot strait into Ejiro’s chin. Ejiro staggers backward towards the center of the ring and gets caught once again underneath the chin with a stupendous sidekick from WildChild. Ejiro goes flying into the mat as WildChild covers and hooks a leg as Kivell counts…

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

NO! Ejiro kicks away with plenty of time to escape the fall and save his European title. Picking Ejiro off the canvas, Wildchild puts his arm around Fasaki’s head and lifts him high into the air in position for a vertical suplex. Holding Ejiro tightly, WildChild twists his way down to the mat and sends Ejiro crashing to the mat with a corkscrew suplex. Pointing to the air, WildChild steps through the ropes and makes his way to the apron for some potential aerial assault. Waiting for Fasaki to get to his feet, WildChild wipes his feet on the mat in order to get some more traction for the move to follow. Ejiro finally drags himself up in a dizzy haze and stumbles towards WildChild’s general direction. Noticing his opportunity and quickly springing up to the top rope, WildChild comes off the ropes with a missile dropkick. But as they are want to do...

 

“The dropkick misses! Ejiro just sidesteps out of the way and swipes WildChild away. Good thinking by the European Champion, King.”

 

“That’s right, Axis, now Ejiro is going have to use his ability to grind away on WildChild now that the Bahamas’ favorite son has stunned himself. It’s Fasaki’s most likely path to victory. I’m sorry Axis; it’s really not like me to be so ... not me. I just can’t help thinking about Tim Dillon’s condition right now.”

 

“I’m sure many people feel the same way, King. It’s absolutely nothing to be ashamed of, but there’s really nothing we can do for Tim right now.”

 

Taking WildChild around the head, Ejiro snapmares him down to the canvas and locks on a reverse chinlock in an attempt to slow down his lightning quick opponent for a few moments. Locking on that hold deeply for a second or two, Fasaki decides to move on to another strategy. Pressing WildChild’s back to the mat, Ejiro takes a little hop into the air and drives a knee down across WildChild’s face. Pulling WildChild up again by the hair, Fasaki attempts to send WildChild into the ropes for an offensive maneuver. But WildChild easily reverses the whip and jumps into the air, catching Ejiro on the rebound with a leaping rolling elbow to the chest. Ejiro bounces off the canvas and ends up landing on the bottom rope with his neck, effectively catching him with a clothesline. WildChild places his foot down across Fasaki’s head, choking him against the ropes while referee Matthew Kivell counts towards the disqualification. Breaking the choke at four, WildChild looks out to fans for a moment and begins to claw the air, drawing a bit of a cheer from the recovering throng of wrestling fans. WildChild takes one last look at Fasaki before hitting the ropes for momentum and…

 

“The Chicklet Buster! WildChild uses the ropes to sling his feet strait into Ejiro’s face! What a move from WildChild, huh King?”

 

“It was a nice move from WildChild, Axis. He might just be looking to put Fasaki away right here,” answers the uncharacteristically soft-spoken Suicide King.

 

WildChild takes the stunned Fasaki by the head and reaches underneath his legs. Pulling Ejiro up, WildChild takes a little stroll about the ring before slamming Ejiro down to the canvas right where he wants him. Looking out into the sea of fans, WildChild makes his way to the turnbuckle and climbs up the ropes with his back to the ring. Taking a look behind him to insure his positioning, WildChild leaps into the air and does a full back flip before crashing down with a moonsault that…

 

“Misses! WildChild just took a dive into an empty pool, King,” shouts Axis, trying to take his mind off of Dillon’s condition.

 

“Well, Axis, WildChild just didn’t set Fasaki up properly for that move and came up empty. Those high risk moves can really...” King trails off rather than finishing that thought, for apparent reasons.

 

Fasaki quickly pops up to his feet and motions for WildChild to get back up to a vertical base. Standing right behind a rising, stunned WildChild, Ejiro moves in for the kill. Fasaki quickly slams a short forearm deep into WildChild’s back and causes the high flyer to arch his head back in a reflexive spasm of pain. In such a position, its easy for Ejiro to reach around WildChild’s head and lock WildChild up for looks to be the reverse DDT. But instead, Ejiro grabs a hold of WildChild’s tights and lifts him high into the air. WildChild hangs in midair for just a moment before Ejiro brings him crashing down with…

 

“Blood and Whiskey from Fasaki! That is Tim Dillon’s finishing move and Ejiro pulled it off perfectly! Ejiro covers, hooks the leg…

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

 

 

THREE!”

 

Funyon reports the decision into the microphone as the fans give a half hearted round of boos for the result of the match. “Ladies and gentlemen, The winner of the match, and still SJL European Champion, EEEEEEJIROOOOOO FASAKIIIIIII!”

 

As the European title belt lowers from the rafters and down to the referee, Ejiro Fasaki takes a moment to help WildChild back up to his feet by the hand. For this has not been the typical evening in the lives of these wrestlers. Tonight, one of their brothers has fallen. Both men look at each other for a moment with the littlest of tears in their eyes as the fans react with a quiet and respectful round of applause. Fasaki and WildChild share a brief little hug before Kivell presents Fasaki with his European Title belt. WildChild raises Fasaki’s arm into the air as they look out to the appreciative crowd, who showers the wrestlers with an even louder ovation for finishing the contest under such dreadful circumstances. Slinging the belt over his shoulder, Fasaki calls for the microphone. Funyon hops right up to the apron and hands the stick over to the European Champion.

 

“You know, I can be a real mouthy bastard some times, but right now, there’s just one thing to say. So for everyone in the back, and everyone out here, and everyone and anyone who’s a fan of wrestling. We all just want to day, get well Tim. Get well.”

 

The fans respond to this statement with a tremendous chant of, “GET WELL TIM! GET WELL TIM! GET WELL TIM!”

 

“Barroom Hero” starts to come up over the sound system and the Boston crowd responds with even louder chants, and, in effect, they extend their wishes to Dillon and his health. WildChild and Ejiro look to each other and down the aisle way that they themselves might get carried down one day. And with that knowledge in their minds, WildChild and Ejiro raise a one-arm salute towards the direction their fallen comrade was taken after his injury. The crowd follows their example until the entire gathering is paying respect to the man from Limerick, Ireland. WildChild and Ejiro begin to clap their hands in appreciation for all the fine work Dillon has done for the federation, and the fans respond in kind until the entire Fleet Center is roaring in concert. The camera view switches over to the announce crew. The duty now falls on The Suicide King and Axis to close up shop on this most terrible of evenings.

 

Axis starts with a sad look in his eyes, “Fans I’m sorry to report that is all the time we have for tonight on SJL Crimson. We still haven’t received any further word about the condition of Tim Dillon as of yet, but be assured that as soon as we have some news, we’ll update you all as soon as we can. So, I guess there’s just one last thing to say, King. And that’s to just to say, get well Tim.”

 

“I certainly don’t have anything to add to that, Axis. It’s been a really hard night for all of us in SJL, but it’s probably even harder on Tim’s friends and family. I don’t know what else to say about this, there just aren’t words to express what must be going on in Tim’s head right now. But, Tim, all of us are here for you if you need us. Get well Tim. And I’m certain that we’ll see you real soon, man.”

 

Axis quietly completes the show with, “For all of us in the SJL and SWF, we’d like to thank all you fans for tuning in this evening. And everyone out there, just hold your kids and loved ones a little closer tonight, okay? This has been SJL Crimson, signing off.”

 

The fans continue with their chants in support of Tim Dillon as the show finally…

 

*** Fades to black ***