SJL Metal (11/5) - Election Day edition!

[Guest TheBostonStrangler]

SJL Metal Card, Tuesday November 5th

Arena: The Generic Dome, in Plainsville, North Anywhere!

Due Date: 3pm Thursday, Eastern

Send To: The Boston Strangler

 

 

Singles Match

MVS vs. Christian Fury

- CC doesn’t like it when you can’t write a match but are in main event plotlines. Therefore the Wallet Chain From Hell Match has been postponed to the next show, assuming MVS wins this match. Heh heh heh… Let’s open this show with a bang!

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

Word Limit – 4500 words.

Send to – Tod deKindes

 

Tag Match

Ejiro Fasaki and Jack the Ripper vs. Wildchild and Johnny Dangerous!

- Well, if anything the main event showed that there are some unresolved issues here. The sort of issues that paying wrestling fans want to see! Fight!

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

Word Limit – 5000 words

Send to – The Boston Strangler

 

 

Falls Count Anywhere Match

Dace Night vs. Logan

- Let’s see how the newb handles some old-school ass-kicking Logan!

- Match Description: The title pretty much says it all. No DQ, falls count anywhere.

Word Limit – 4500 words

Send to – realitycheck

 

 

Non-title Stipulation Match

Matt Myers vs. Judge Mental

- Hee hee. Judge Mental hasn’t gotten his rematch yet, but here he has the chance for revenge. If Myers wins… well, let’s just say that Mental WON’T get his title rematch. But if Mental wins, not only will he get his rematch, but he will also be named the special guest referee in the Wallet Chain From Hell Match next show, in which Myers and MVS face off for the biggest prize in the JL!!!

- Match Description: Standard match – count outs and DQs in effect. If Myers wins, no rematch for Mental. If Mental wins, he is the special guest referee in the Wallet Chain from Hell Match next show.

Word Limit – 6000 words

Send to – Suicide King

[Guest TheBostonStrangler]

BOOM!

 

A massive pair of crimson pyros shoot up into the air!

 

BOOM!

 

Another pair of crimson pyros shoot high into the air!

 

BOOM!

 

A final pair shoots into the air, and the crowd goes wild in the Generic Dome in Plainsville, North Anywhere, as another great episode of SJL Metal begins! The camera pans across the wild arena, and some choice fans are shown. One of the peoples in the upper seats holds a big sign reading “Living Dangerous: The only real way to live life” with a picture of Johnny Dangerous doing one his many vaunted aerial maneuvers off the turnbuckle. Another shows a picture of the MIA Submissions artist, Fugue, walking away up the entrance ramp with the quote under it saying “Don’t worry….. my final requiem is yet to come…..” Finally, a bunch of Sophmores from the local high school hold up a couple signs saying “Jenkittude is practiced in more than 300 countries!” and “Jenkittude promotes violent uprising against the Government!” and “Jenkittude wants us to sell all belongings and give him the profits!”. Next to the small group is a portly man with a blue shirt and stretch red shorts with a sign simply proclaiming “Jenkittude is Gimmick #12428 for Spike Jenkins, and it the worst. Gimmick. Ever.” The camera goes down ringside with the two best announcers in the business standing by.

 

“This is Axis, here with the Suicide King to open up another exciting round of SJL Metal! Last week, we saw Matt Myers set up a match against Mike Van Siclen, a…. Wallet Chain from Hell match! Certainly an interesting match alone, but now Matt Myers will have to fight none other than Judge Mental to see if he gets to be the special referee! What are your thoughts, King?”

 

“Message to Myers: Why not just book a Hell in a Night Gown while your at it? Jesus, you must be doing drugs to get the gimmick correctly, because I don’t know anyone who would put the damned World Title up with a gimmick match like that. Fortunately, the incredibly smart bookers thought to try and save the match by including my now personal favorite wrestler in the SJL, Judge Mental in the match. But really, Axis, I don’t think even his expertise can save it from two of the worst wrestlers in the fed and in one of the worst gimmick matches since the Reverse-Inferno-Drink-JD’s-Semen match a while ago.”

 

“Really, King, you shouldn’t be too harsh. From what it looks like, it’s just a modified strap match-”

 

“With a wallet chain! I mean, Jesus, a wallet chain?! I liked the Hell in the Cell idea, but really not right for something like the World Champion….”

 

“King, it’ just a modified strap match. Get over it.”

 

“NOW TESTIFY!”

 

“Here he is!” Says a relieved King, “The man who will save us from the horrors of an MVS vs. Matt Myers-only Hell with a Wallet Chain match!”

 

The flames rise from the stage, and the boos rain down from the rafters as the words “Judge Mental” are shown on the SmarkTron. The flames go down, and Mental quicksteps down the entrance ramp with a confident look on his face. He slides into the ring and grabs a mic.

 

“Hello, people! So all have you have showed up to see me destroy your little ‘Pretender Champion’, right?” He says with a smile, and the boos come down in force, and he frowns a little.

 

“Bah, you don’t know talent anyways. You boo me, but I have forgotten more about wrestling than Matt Myers will ever know. He’s just a risk taking child, and with this match, he’s bit off more than he can chew.” Mental gives a confident smirk again, and the crowd gives him more jeers.

 

“I’ve been training while I was away! Oh yes, I’m back in my old form now. I was getting lazy, but now I feel unstoppable again. Don’t worry, people, the World Title will be back in the hands of someone who truly deserves it.”

 

A small “C-I-A” chant starts up in the back seats, but quickly dies away.

 

“No one here can beat me! Matt needed MVS to help him out, and even then I nearly won! Give me the name of someone who can beat me.”

 

A small “Kaze!” chant begins, but the Judge quickly cuts it off.

 

“That washed-up grappler? Where is he now? Gone. Gone forever. His win was a fluke, and everyone here knows it. I’ve got more important hacks to deal with, first and foremost being Matt Myers tonight.”

 

He gives a grin again.

 

“Matt, little boy, if you can here me out there, I recommend giving up right now. You don’t stand a chance with me, boy. I have the skill, the strength, and the experience to end your career tonight if I wanted to.”

 

He pauses, looking down towards the mat.

 

“But I don’t intend to let you off that easily.”

 

The Judge looks back up, a massive smile on his face.

 

“You stole my title. That’s like stealing the Devil’s fire, Myers. And I fully intend to making you and your little cohort, Mike Van Siclen go through hell for taking what is rightfully mine. Remember Matt, tonight is just the beginning of the pain.”

 

With that, he walks out on the entrance ramp to massive boos, and Axis and King are left to comment.

 

“Well, it seems like the Judge is taking his matters with MVS and Matt Myers really seriously. I mean-”

 

“Axis, the STOLE HIS WORLD TITLE. Who wouldn’t take this thing seriously? Jesus, if Myers knew what was good for him he’d vacate the damn belt and just let Mental take it back before he begins breaking bones.”

 

“…. Well, King, I think if Matt Myers did it once before, that he might stand a chance to do it again. Stay tuned, because next up is Christian Fury vs. Mike Van Siclen, a tag match between the evil team of Jack the Ripper and Ejiro Fasaki against Wildchild and Johnny Dangerous, a falls count anywhere match between Dace Night and Logan, and our Main Event tonight, Judge Mental vs. World Champion Matt Myers!”

 

Fade to Commercial….

[Guest TheBostonStrangler]

We return to SJL Metal and all guns are a-blazin’ tonight! The crowd is hot as the Metal graphic appears on the SmarksTron, Christian Fury and Mike Van Siclen standing side-by-side, Katelyn in the background as the words “Singles Match – TONIGHT” are underneath. The crowd roars as the shot shifts to a crowd-pan, picking up signs such as “Mike Van Sucklen”, “Feel the Fury of the Thunder and Lightning!”, and your standard Eminem reference, “Mike’s gonna lose himself!” We switch to another shot, this one of Axis and the Suicide King, sitting at ringside and ready to call the match.

 

(Axis) – “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Metal! Tonight, Judge Mental and Matt Myers go one, with the Punk Rockstar’s title not on the line!”

 

(King) – “Yes, indeed Axis. Mike’s title won’t be on the line, but a load of pride will be!”

 

(Axis) – “Mike’s title, King?”

 

(King) – “Axis, you know as well as I do that Matt Myers has nothing on Mike Van Siclen. Remember, Axis… four days.”

 

(Axis) – “Oh, what-ever, King…”

 

Naturellement as it is when Axis prepares to fire a comeback during the opening intros, the arena lights drop down to nothingness... The only illumination is the suddenly increased flashbulb activity.

 

(Funyon) – “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a singles match scheduled for ONE fall!”

 

The crowd murmurs in excited anticipation for the athlete about to appear. System Of A Down's "Aerials" softly filters over the house speakers, lulling the crowd into semi-calm. The SmarkTron shows a slow-motion video montage of Fury up high on the ropes, and plummeting down, flipping to smash some unsuspecting opponent on the floor below. Just as the first verse is ready to play, a massive pyro explosion flares up at the entrance ramp, and the music switches to the guitar solo before the second-to-last chorus (the point right after they start screaming). Fury then comes out from behind the curtains, walking intently down towards the ring with kendo stick in hand. The fans give him the love only a face could deserve, but Fury doesn't pay it attention. Behind him, the SmarkTron flashes highlights from past matches along with the red stylized-script "Fury". The music drives the crowd louder and louder... Fury mounts the ring apron, and springboards himself in, much to the delight of the crowd. He lands, kendo stick poised to kick arse and take names.

 

“Introducing first, weighing in at two-HUNDRED and twenty-seven pounds, he hails from Cleveland, Ohio, give it up for CUH-RIIIIIIIISTIAN FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-RRRY!”

 

Fury slides the kendo stick out of the ring, along with the removed jacket and sunglasses. He then surveys the crowd with a icy, blue-eyed gaze, then levels the same gaze at his opponent. He steps back to his corner, waiting for the match to start...

 

“I shut ‘em down”

 

The lights are all shut off, the arena in a state of midnight as the crowd whispers to each other, waiting for that…

 

BAM! A solitary blue pyro goes off atop the entrance ramp. A pause, as Mike Van Siclen and Katelyn step out unbeknownst to the crowd. Then…

 

BAMAMAMAM! A ring of blue and white pyro goes off around the pair as the crowd erupts in boos, a solitary blue spotlight shining down upon Mike and Katelyn as the two slowly walk down the ramp. Pyro goes off as Mike walks down the ramp as Funyon announces his impending arrival.

 

“And his opponent, weighing in at two-hundred and thirty-seven pounds, he hails from Harrison, Illinois, the Hitman from Harrison, the Hornet, the TRUE Amazin’ One and YOUR number one contender to the SMARKS Junior Leagues HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP, put yo’ HANDS TOGETHA… for MIIIIIIIIIKE VA-AN SIIIIIIIIIIIC-LYNNNNNN!”

 

The crowd boos him some more as he slides into the ring, posing for the mercilessly booing crowd! Tonight’s referee, Mike Soapdish, signals for the bell to start the match.

 

-=:Ding Ding Ding:=-

 

And there’s the bell. Mike and Christian immediately lock up, Mike getting the advantage and putting Fury into a headlock. He increases the pressure, but Fury elbows Mike in the kidneys a couple of times. Mike lets off the hold, and Fury grabs Mike under the leg, sweeping it out from underneath the Amazin’ one’s body and bridging into a quick cover!

 

“ONE!”

 

“TWO!”

 

Easy kickout by Van Siclen, who rolls back out of the pinning combination and into a standing position, Fury just as instantly springing to his feet. The crowd erupts, and Mike backs off, pointing to himself and eliciting a cheap pop. He points at Fury… and the crowd erupts! Mike mouths “What the <censored>” in the ring, and charges Fury again, the two locking up once more and Mike again gaining the advantage, shoving Fury away! Fury stumbles back, but just as quickly runs forward… right into a back body drop setup! Fury tumbles over, but Mike keeps ahold of the legs, and the crowd lashes out, booing at what they KNOW is to come!

 

(Axis) – “MIKE HAS HIM! MIKE HAS FURY SET UP FOR THE VAN SLAMINATOR!”

 

(King) – “Cripes, that’s early. I love it.”

 

Mike smiles, and sits out, slamming Fury’s head into the mat with a vicious Van Slaminator! He looks for the pin…

 

“ONE!”

 

“TWO!”

 

(Axis) – “What is he doing here?”

 

Mike breaks off the hold, seeing out of the corner of his eye Matt Myers slowly walking down the ramp. He smiles, the crowd erupting for the punkish World champion as Mike goes to the ropes to yell at him.

 

(King) – “MIKE! MIKE! MAKE THE COVER!”

 

(Axis) – “He can’t hear you, King, and he’s giving Fury plenty of time to recover!”

 

Matt moves closer to the ring, yelling at Mike, who is giving the guff right back and not noticing Fury sneaking up behind him and locking him under the arms for a backslide! Fury is on his knees, Mike standing, and Fury looks to go forward… but Mike catches him with a kick to the testes! Soapdish doesn’t notice, and the crowd erupts in boos as Fury stands up, clutching at his privates. Mike smiles, kicking Fury in the gut and putting him into powerbomb position…

 

(Axis) – “Mike has Fury set up for a powerbomb, but what will he do here?”

 

(King) – “Duh, Axis. Hurt him.”

 

Van Siclen grabs both of Fury’s arms, crossing both of them underneath Fury’s neck! The crowd, not knowing what is happening, starts to boo as Mike hoists Fury into the air, putting Christian over his shoulder while still keeping the Gokuraku locked in. Mike smiles, falling down to his knees and impacting Fury’s back onto his shoulder! But Mike is not done, as he brings Fury forward and drops him…

 

Headfirst…

 

Straight into the mat!

 

 

BAM!

 

Fury audibly yells “OW!”, and King simply smirks from the announcer’s table.

 

(King) – “Fuck.”

 

The crowd is silent, having just witnessed the most brutal JL head bump since Silent onto Sydney Sky. They remain as silent as Matt Myers, who watches with his mouth agape as Mike throws Christian’s arms off of his stomach and stands, smiling through his pant as he puts a single boot onto Fury’s stomach. Soapdish, unable to speak almost, makes the count with an unusual lack of emotion.

 

“One.”

 

“Two.”

 

“Three.”

 

-=:Ding Ding Ding:=-

 

Normally, the crowd would boo… but this is not the case, as Fury lay in the ring, grabbing his neck and thrashing his legs about. Funyon picks up his microphone and begins to speak.

 

“Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, at two minutes, forty-six seconds, Miike Va-an Siiiiiiiiic-len!”

 

A few scattered boos are heard, but mostly people are still shocked at the brutal Gokuraku Over-The-Top Powerbomb Mike just pulled out on Fury. Van Siclen beckons to Funyon for his microphone, and America’s favorite snack food tosses it into the ring. Mike turns around, staring at Myers… or more accurately, Myers’ World title. Van Siclen slowly begins to speak.

 

“You see him, Myers? He just fell victim… and when he did, you heard three sounds. Bam… the sound of human skull hitting canvas mat. Ow… heh, the sound of his pathetic ass as I drilled him into the mat. And fuck…” Mike points at the Suicide King, who sits at the announce table. “The word that came out of his mouth when he saw that move. Three sounds, Myers… Bam, Ow, Fuck. Myers, I wouldn’t break his neck… that would be cruel of me. That’s not how I operate. What I do… is wrestle, and win. And I wrestle to win titles… on Crimson, the title that I win will be yours.

 

See you then.”

 

“Shut ‘Em Down” by LL Cool J begins to play as Mike drops down the mic, looking at Matt and brushing the slightly damp hair out of his eyes. Myers backs up, pointing to his title and then to himself as if to say “It’s mine,” while Mike makes the outline of a belt around his waist with his hands, as though saying “Not for long.” Fury slowly gets to his feet inside the ring, grabbing his neck in intense agony as we fade into the SJL logo, and then a commercial…

[Guest TheBostonStrangler]

“It’s been one exciting night thus far on SJL Metal, King. But we’re not about to stop the train from rolling now. Because coming up next, there is going to be one hell of a tag team confrontation.”

 

“You aren’t kidding Axis. All four of these men have been at each other’s throats for months now, facing off against each other a number of times in a number of situations. But more recently, it has gotten a whole lot more personal.”

 

“Of course it’s personal, King. I mean you can only put a person in a coffin so many times before they get sore at you.”

 

The cheering coming from the crowd finally settles down as Funyon gets back in the ring. The lights dim as Marilyn Manson’s “Fight Song” starts to roar over the loudspeakers. Images of East End London begin to flash across the SmarkTron as a small amount of light illuminates the stage. The fans show their discontent by raining down with a hellacious round of jeers for the man who is about to appear. Finally, a single bit of pyrotechnics fires into the sky as Ms. Muffin saunters out from behind the stage. Closely behind, and pushing a casket comes the mad Londoner, Jack the Ripper.

 

“Well, King, as you can see, Jack has brought the coffin he’s been terrorizing Johnny Dangerous with for the last few weeks to the ring with him. I guess in an attempt to psyche Dangerous out.”

 

“You guess? Come on, Axis, you know that Cuban refugee is cowering back stage right now, just at the site of that casket. He’s probably calling Castro as we speak. Oh El Presidente, what shall I do?”

 

Slowly pushing the coffin to the ring, Jack and Ms. Muffin slowly open the lid. And up pops Ejiro Fasaki! Looking about with a little smile on his face, Ejiro stands up in of the bed for the dead and raises his fist to the crowd as they proceed to lay him out with a series of horrible catcalls. Hopping out of the coffin, Ejiro and Jack pace around the ring for a bit before entering the squared circle. Symbolically wearing black this evening, Ejiro climbs up to the middle rope and extends his European Title to the crowd as Jack the Ripper makes his way to the middle turnbuckle and motions for their opponents to get the heck to the ring. Meanwhile, Funyon has taken up residence in the middle of the ring and begins his announcements.

 

“Ladies and gentlemen, our next contest is a tag team match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first team number one. They weigh in at a total combined weight of four hundred and three pounds. First, hailing from London, England and accompanied to the ring by his manager, Ms. Muffin, this is JACK THE RIPAAAAAAAAAAA! And his partner comes to us from Sarasota, Florida and is The SJL European Champion. Sending out a special shout out tonight to all of his fans and partners from The United Kingdom. This is EEEEEEEEJIROOOO FASAKIIIIIIII! And their opponents...”

 

“Johnny Dangerous! And WildChild!”

 

As the mysterious voice adds the second name, the fans perk up with a little extra-added joy as the theme from “Mission Impossible 2” kicks it into high gear. While on the SmarkTron, it shows Johnny Dangerous and WildChild doing a variety of spy related activities together. They go about giving a big burly thug a double punch to the face, flying a jet plane, and having WildChild sit outside of a hotel room from where... strange... sounds are emanating and a “Do Not Disturb” sign hangs on the doorknob. Finally the curtains part and out steps Johnny Dangerous and WildChild to a flurry of cheers.

 

“What the hell is WildChild wearing?” questions King.

 

“Looks like a tuxedo to me, King. Seems like WildChild and Johnny are showing a bit of team solidarity.”

 

“But, he’s still not wearing shoes for Pete’s sake. He even more ridiculous than usual! What a freaking clown.”

 

WildChild struts a little bit more than usual as he and Dangerous make their way to ringside, taking moments to wink at some of the comely lasses in attendance. Finally making there way to the ring, Johnny and WildChild quickly make note of the casket at ringside. Laughing to themselves, Dangerous and WildChild hop onto the coffin and treat the fans to a little bit of a pose before stepping right off the casket and into the ring. Funyon brings his microphone up to his face and continues his announcing duties.

 

“They weigh in at a total combined weight of 422 pounds. First, hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada, he is “The Barracuda” Johnny DANGEROUSSSSSSS! And his partner hails from Morgan’s Bluff in the Bahamas. This is THE WILLLLLLLDCHILLLLLLD!”

 

Referee Anthony Michael Hall signals for the bell as the teams decide who is going to start this match. For one team, Jack the Ripper steps out to the apron as Ejiro Fasaki stretches out on the ropes. On the other side, seeing who is standing in the ring is enough information to make that decision as WildChild moves to the center of the ring. Turning around from his stretch, Fasaki notices who is starting out for The Spy Guys and quickly back paddles to his corner with his hand out, trying to keep WildChild from advancing towards him. Reaching his hand out, Fasaki tags in The Ripper and steps to the apron as the fans let him have it for his cowardice.

 

“Oh come on, King. Is Fasaki scared of WildChild or what?”

 

“Fasaki should be afraid of WildChild. WildChild has this nasty habit of crippling opponents all the time, or didn’t you notice what he did to Tim Dillon last week?”

 

“That was an accident and you know it!”

 

“Yeah, and Fasaki doesn’t want to be the next “accidental” victim of that maniac.”

 

WildChild points at Fasaki with anger on his face for this display, but while he does so Jack the Ripper strikes him from behind with a forearm blow to the back. Slamming his fist into WildChild’s head again and again, Jack pushes WildChild back into the ropes and sends him flying to the ropes with a whip. But WildChild rebounds quickly and flies into the air with a flying forearm that sends Jack crashing to the mat. Jack smartly gets back to his vertical base as quickly as he can but gets taken right back down to the canvas with a hip toss from WildChild. Another hip toss sends Jack falling to the canvas before WildChild takes Jack by the arm and puts on wristlock. Dragging Jack over to his corner, WildChild makes a tag to Dangerous, who comes into the ring with a nice pop from the fans. Using his martial arts skills, Dangerous slams his leg into Jack’s exposed arm before winding it up again with a wristlock. Meanwhile, WildChild steps to the apron and removes his tuxedo jacket and shirt, to get a little more freedom of movement. Slamming down on the arm with a series of chops, Dangerous attempts to further weaken Jack’s shoulder with this attack. But there is no defense when Jack reaches into Dangerous’ eyes and rakes them to free himself.

 

“That’s the way, Jack,” calls out King, “Nothing gets you out of a tight spot like rampant cheating.”

 

With Johnny momentarily blinded, Jack steps to his corner and tags in to Ejiro Fasaki. Fasaki leaps over the top rope and charges forward, but gets crushed immediately flush with a spin heel kick from Dangerous’ educated feet. Picking Fasaki off the canvas, Dangerous wraps his arms around the European Champion’s waist and sends him to he canvas with one crushing belly-to-belly suplex that knocks the wind right out of Fasaki. Pulling Ejiro up by the head and locking on a front facelock, Johnny drags him over to an unfriendly corner and makes a quick tag to WildChild. Dragging Fasaki closer to the center of the ring, Dangerous lifts a stunned Ejiro up in a bear hug as WildChild bounces against the ropes for momentum. Leaping high into the air, WildChild smashes Ejiro in the face with a leaping calf kick to the face. And as Dangerous knocks The Ripper right off the apron, WildChild hooks a leg as Hall counts...

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THR...NAHHHHHHH! Ejiro just barely kicks away in time to kick out of the cover. WildChild collects Ejiro and pushes him back into a neutral corner. Smashing Ejiro’s chest with a series of quick chops, WildChild sets Ejiro’s chest on fire before sending him across the ring with an Irish Whip. Following Fasaki in, WildChild leaps into his chest and rolls backwards, sending Ejiro high into air with a monkey flip. Ejiro barely drags himself up to his feet before WildChild takes him right back to the canvas with a running rolling elbow to the chest. Trying to keep the pace fast, WildChild quickly drags Fasaki towards Dangerous and makes another tag. Together Johnny and WildChild whip Fasaki into the ropes and catch him on the rebound with a double flapjack.

 

“WildChild and Johnny are sure showing some tag team continuity thus far,” remarks Axis, “They are cutting off the ring and double teaming like old pros.”

 

“It’s easy to double team, Axis. But what’s going to happen when the chips are down? I tell you what; they will fold like a house of cards. I know it!”

 

WildChild and Dangerous hit the ropes together and come crashing down on Ejiro with 422 pounds of double splashing goodness. Dangerous makes the cover as WildChild heads back to his corner.

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

JACK MAKES THE SAVE! Sprinting across the ring, Jack drives a forearm down across Johnny’s back and stops the referee’s count. Going a bit farther, Jack starts to stomp away at “The Barracuda” but WildChild stops that soon enough. Flying into the ring, WildChild knocks Jack down with one big right hand. But the referee pulls WildChild away in an attempt to restore some sense of order while Johnny deals with Fasaki. Pulling Fasaki’s head back in position for the reverse DDT, Johnny looks to put the European Champion away with the “Simply Dangerous”. But Johnny is unaware that Jack lies in wait behind him. So, with the referee’s back turned, Jack roars forward and dives.

 

“Chop block! Chop block! Jack just smashed into Dangerous’ knee from behind.”

 

“That’s the same knee that Jack went to work on last week in the hardcore match, Dangerous is sunk now. You watch, Axis, you watch. Fasaki and Jack will put him away real soon.”

 

Clutching his knee, Dangerous is in no position to escape as Fasaki drags himself over to his corner to make a tag to The Ripper. Jack comes in as Dangerous slowly pulls his way up by the ropes. Jack, coming from behind, viscously kicks Dangerous in the back of the knee, sending Johnny tumbling back to the canvas. Taking Dangerous by the injured appendage, Jack drags him closer to Jack’s corner before dropping an elbow down across Dangerous’ kneecap in order to continue the pain. Quickly getting to his feet, Jack cinches up on the knee and turns Dangerous over onto his stomach with a half Boston crab. Wrenching back, Jack pulls away on Johnny’s knee, trying to get the super spy to quit as the referee checks him. Now, normally a half crab wouldn’t be that deadly, its a good thing Jack has some help.

 

“Fasaki is pushing into Jack’s head! He’s adding illegal leverage to the hold,” yells Axis in his most indignant tone.

 

“But if the referee doesn’t see it, it never happened! You know that as well as I do Axis.”

 

WildChild leaps into the ring to protest the officiating as Fasaki continues to add pressure to the half crab. But Anthony Michael Hall is not about to let WildChild run in and so the referee intercepts the charging Bahaman and pushes him back to his corner. Ejiro stops his cheating ways as the referee turns back to the action. Calling out to the official, Fasaki and Jack make sure to make a legal tag within the referee’s vision. Coming in, Fasaki drops a knee down across the back of Dangerous’ neck while he is still locked in the half crab. Releasing Johnny’s leg, Jack steps to the apron as Fasaki continues to stomp away. Then, taking Johnny by the leg again, Fasaki turns him over for another half crab.

 

“Back to the leg they go. Ha! Fasaki and Jack know what they are doing in that ring, Axis. They’re going right at Johnny’s weak point and are making him suffer for it.”

 

Wrenching back and forth with the hold, Ejiro signals to Jack to get into the ring with his free hand. But as Jack steps through the ropes, Hall is there to stop him from getting in the ring. Of course, the real reason Jack is even trying to get into the ring is to allow Fasaki to grab the top rope and leverage back with the hold. And so, as Dangerous screams out in pain, Fasaki continues to wrench back on the crab while holding onto the ropes for a little unfair advantage. Finally, Hall turns from Jack and catches Fasaki at his cheating ways. Counting for the break, Hall reaches 4 before Ejiro releases the hold and breaks cleanly away from Dangerous. Pulling Johnny up and pushing him into Jack’s corner, Fasaki drives a series of short elbows to the head while Hall counts towards the break. Backing off to break the referee’s count, Ejiro pulls the referee in between himself and Dangerous as Jack helps himself to some “Barracuda”.

 

“And now Jack is choking Dangerous with the tag ropes! What are they doing, King, running the heel play book step by step?”

 

“Hmmm, according to my checklist, yes. Yes they are.”

 

Ejiro moves the referee out of the way and makes a grab for Dangerous, but Johnny catches him coming in with a knife-edge chop to the chest. Throwing an elbow behind him, Johnny also sends Jack on his heels. Another chop backs Ejiro up and another gets Johnny almost halfway across the ring to his partner. But, the European Champion isn’t about to let that happen. So Fasaki quickly falls to the mat and scissors Dangerous’ leg, taking him down with a drop toehold and ending this gambit for a tag. Dragging Johnny along, Ejiro pulls the super spy back towards the enemy corner. Reaching up, Ejiro makes a tag and in comes The Ripper with a boot to the head to his fallen arch nemesis. Pulling Johnny up, Jack picks Dangerous in a slam position up before driving his back down across The Ripper’s knee. Having put Johnny just where he wants him, Jack makes his way up to the top rope...

 

“This could be it right here,” shouts Axis, “Jack is looking to put this thing away.”

 

“He’s going to the pay window right now! SHOOTING STAR PRESS!”

 

 

 

 

 

“Misses! He missed the press!”

 

Indeed, Jack’s upper body goes crashing into the mat as Johnny rolls away. The fans cheer as they sense the impending hot tag and some WildChild ass whooping. Jack and Johnny slowly pull themselves up as their partners look on; well one partner looks on. The other partner makes sure to cheat. So as Johnny Dangerous pulls himself up and leans backward on the ropes, Fasaki quickly steps behind him and lays in a viscous enziguri to the back of the head! Johnny holds onto the back of his skull as he stumbles forward and right into one hell of a spear from The Ripper! Jack hooks the leg...

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THR...GAHHHHHH! Johnny kicks out of the cover with just barely enough time to spare. Jack looks at the referee and simulates to him just how fast he wants that count to come. Dragging Johnny back to his corner, Jack makes another tag to Ejiro and pull’s Johnny’s knee prone to the mat. Ejiro checks the distance and bounds off the ropes, coming down across Johnny’s knee with a lionsault and again causing Dangerous to call out in pain. But WildChild can do nothing but pace from side to side on his section of the apron, helpless to assist his fallen partner.

 

“The Ripper and Fasaki are just taking Johnny apart King, he just has to make a tag really soon or this one is going to be over.”

 

“Oh, its over all right, Johnny should just throw in the towel right now, I’m sure Fidel won’t have a big problem with it.”

 

Taking Johnny by the hair, Ejiro pulls him up and off the canvas. Sending Dangerous into the ropes, Fasaki drops his head for a backdrop. But Johnny puts on the breaks and kicks Ejiro strait in the face with his good leg, causing Fasaki to stagger backward against the ropes. Johnny runs forward to clothesline Fasaki over the top, but Ejiro ducks underneath the charge and backdrops Johnny to the... well let Axis tell you.

 

“Oh SWEET MARY QUITE CONTRARY! Ejiro just backdropped Johnny onto that damn casket Jack pushed down here before the match began. Johnny is prone on top of that wooden box.”

 

“Well, don’t worry, Axis, here comes Jack to help him off it.”

 

While Ejiro pulls the referee to him, Jack does indeed help himself to some of Dangerous. Climbing on top of the casket with Dangerous, Jack grabs a hold of Dangerous’ knee and lifts it high into the air before sending it crashing down!

 

Axis screams out, “His knee just went into the lid of that coffin! The knee punched a freaking hole in that casket!”

 

Jack hops off the lid as Ejiro comes over to collect his prize, an injured Johnny Dangerous. Pulling Johnny back into the ring, Fasaki holds onto a headlock while he tags out to Jack the Ripper. Jack steps into the ring as Fasaki whips Dangerous across the ring, but Dangerous’ knee just won’t hold and he goes stumbling to the canvas. Shrugging happily, Fasaki steps to the apron while Jack goes about his business. Pulling Dangerous up to his feet, Jack marvels for a moment at Johnny hopping on one leg for a moment before lifting him up in position for a slam. But instead of sending The Ripper to the mat, Jack carries Johnny over to a neutral corner and hangs him from the tree of woe with his good leg. Stepping up to the middle rope, Jack grabs a hold of Johnny’s injured leg The Ripper puts on the ankle lock and wrenches it back and forth as Dangerous screams out in upside down pain. But thankfully for Dangerous, Referee Anthony Michael Hall is not about to let Jack get away with that illegal maneuver and pulls Jack away from the corner. Taking a little bit of umbrage, Jack forcefully backs Hall all the way to the opposite corner. While back with Johnny, Ejiro has mounted the ropes and slapped on an ankle lock of his own! Tired of this nefarious wrongdoing, WildChild runs across the apron and knocks Fasaki all the way to the floor!

 

“Now that is just cheap!” complains King, “Fasaki was just trying to unhinge Johnny from the ropes and...”

 

Axis interrupts, “No one’s going to buy that King. No one.”

 

“I think I have to try though. I don’t have a choice. It’s an obsession, really. I can’t help it. Oh sweet Jesus, HELP ME!”

 

With The Suicide King having a religious awakening and Ejiro on the floor, WildChild finally frees Dangerous from the tree of woe. But Jack the Ripper is not one to let a good deed go unpunished and smashes WildChild off the apron with running forearm to the head. Turning his attention back to Dangerous, Jack looks to put him away. Setting Johnny up, Jack hooks him for a vertical suplex. But instead of taking Dangerous over, Jack places him on the top turnbuckle.

 

Jack looks out to the crowd and yells out, “This is gonna be one bloody hell of a ripping!”

 

“Oh could this be a Top Rope Ripping? It’ll seal this match, that is for such!” yells Axis.

 

“Seal the match? That move could seal Dangerous’ career!”

 

Jack chinches up, but Johnny holds on tightly to the top rope and refuses to be move. Jack pulls up again, but Dangerous refuses to be taken off the top rope that way. Instead shoving forward, Johnny sends The Ripper crashing to the mat in a heap. Looking up through dazed eyes, the last thing Jack sees is Dangerous flying down upon him with

 

“The Secret Splash! Johnny couldn’t get all of his leap, but he connected just enough! He has to make the tag and make it now!”

 

“No he doesn’t! He should just quit!”

 

But Johnny, he ain’t no quitter. And he’s going to make that tag unless someone stops him. Jack slowly rolls towards his corner to tag Fasaki, as Johnny moves closer and closer to his salvation. Reaching out, Jack makes the tag and Fasaki scrambles into the ring as Johnny reaches for the tag!

 

“But he didn’t make it!” concludes King, “Ejiro got him by the foot and is dragging him away.”

 

“ENZIGURI! ENZIGURI FROM DANGEROUS... He’s there and the tag is made!”

 

WildChild comes flying into the ring and he quickly nails Ejiro with a hard right hand that sends the European Champion falling to the mat. Sharing the wealth, WildChild sends Jack to the mat as well. But fighting both men proves to be too much and WildChild soon gets cut off with an Ejiro knee to the gut. Doubling up, Jack and Fasaki send WildChild into the ropes for a double clothesline, but WildChild ducks underneath and sends both men to the canvas with a double dropkick. Waiting for his opponents to get to their feet, WildChild hits the ropes and comes flying back with the pinball! Taking both men to the canvas once again!

 

“WildChild is a one man wrecking crew out there!”

 

Jack is the first to get to his feet, but Johnny Dangerous has had enough of him for one night. So leaping into his chest with a cross body, Dangerous and Jack both go falling over the top rope to the outside. Meanwhile, WildChild continues his attack on Ejiro. Taking the European Champion, WildChild ducks behind him and drives him into the canvas with a belly-to-back suplex. Waiting for Fasaki to rise up, WildChild plants him with a sidekick. While on the floor, Jack reverses a whip and sends Johnny flying into the ringside steps. So as WildChild climbs up to the top rope, Ms. Muffin makes her presence known by climbing up to the apron and distracting the referee.

 

“WildChild readies himself! Sky Twister Press! He did a complete corkscrew before landing! But there’s no referee! One... Two... Three... Four... Five.”

 

“Count all you want, Axis, if the referee doesn’t do it, it doesn’t matter! But this might!”

 

As WildChild slams the mat in frustration, Jack climbs to the top rope with his cane in hand. Flying off the top, Jack drives the point of the cane into the back of WildChild’s head, knocking him unconscious. Jack throws his cane to the outside and rolls Fasaki on top of WildChild as Muffin releases the referee. Anthony Michael Hall turns, and seeing the cover, counts.

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THREE!

 

“THEY STOLE THE MATCH. Ms. Muffin just screwed Wildchild and Johnny Dangerous out of the win.”

 

“DING! DING! DING!”

 

 

Jack the Ripper stands up and makes his way outside of the ring, as Ejiro begins to clear the cobwebs from that top rope splash. Outside of the ring, Jack goes right after Johnny Dangerous with a vengeance as a rising Ejiro Fasaki knocks Funyon off the apron in order to keep him from getting inside of the ring.

 

“Now what? Haven’t they done enough for one damn night?” asks a somewhat sympathetic Axis.

 

Jack the Ripper throws a hard punch at the now standing Johnny Dangerous before whipping him into the steel steps again. CRASH! Dangerous hits the steps knee first and goes tumbling up and over the steps as Jack looks on with sadistic glee. Meanwhile, Ejiro and Wildchild have started a brawl inside of the ring. Ejiro throws a hard punch at Wildchild, followed by another. WildChild retaliates with a punch of his own and sends Ejiro flying over the top rope with a clothesline. Ejiro gets to his feet and starts running towards the exit with WildChild right on his heels, chasing The European Champion closely behind.

 

“I have a feeling this is going to get real ugly. All of these guys are at their peeks in their own feuds,” comments Axis.

 

The Ripper crawls under the turnbuckle and pulls out a roll of barbed wire. He begins wrapping the barbed wire around his cane as the fans boo.

 

“Okay, I think we’ve gone beyond ugly now, Axis, and strait into Clive Barker territory. Jack the Ripper continues to take his attacks to a new low every week, and I am loving it!”

 

Right as Jack finishes wrapping up the cane a chair hits him from behind, causing him to fall face first into his own barbed wire. The chair wielder is … Ms. Muffin.

 

“WHAT THE HELL?” shouts out the Suicide King

 

“Jack the Ripper’s own manager just nailed him from behind? What the devil is going on here.”

 

Ms. Muffin drops the chair before walking over to Johnny Dangerous and helping him up. The fan reaction is positive, if not slightly confused. Ms. Muffin escorts Johnny Dangerous up the ring. Johnny and Ms. Muffin are perhaps the only two in the entire arena that aren’t confused. But never the less, the two walk down the halls quite a way until they reach Johnny’s locker room. Where, within the eye of the camera, they share a little conversation.

 

“He’s not the one we’re looking for, Johnny”

 

“Are you sure, he seemed, I mean, I thought.”

 

“I know, but he’s not the one we’re looking for. He’s just a complete lunatic.”

 

“How long have you known this?”

 

“I was pretty sure last week, but I had to confirm it,” replies Ms. Muffin.

 

“I don’t care if he is the one we’re looking for or not. I still have some unfinished business with him

 

***FADE TO BLACK***

[Guest TheBostonStrangler]

SJL Metal

The Generic Dome, in Plainsville, North Anywhere

 

The cameras fade back in from the break to Axis and the Suicide King at commentary in The Plainsville Generic Dome.

 

 

"And welcome back SJW fans, for our next match of the evening on SJL Metal," Axis says

"And this one should be a brutal beauty, with Logan going up against," the King pauses before spitting out "Dace Night."

"What's the matter King, I though Dace was your 'boy', cant handle a little humanity and caring in people?" Axis replies.

"Shut up and do your job, I'm the colour guy, I get to make comments like that," snaps back King.

 

 

"Ladies and gentlemen, this will be a one fall, falls count anywhere, no DQ match! Coming to the ring at this time, from Birmingham, England, at 247pounds ..... DACE NIGHT!"

 

 

The roaring sound of Cryptopsy rips across the Dome as Dace makes his way out to the ring, carrying a Lightbulb tube and a chair.

 

 

"Well, sounds like Dace has put on a few pounds, probably training up if he's heard how tough Logan is," Axis comments

"Probably roiding up," King mutters.

"He's also sporting a nasty looking scar from his match with Morin last time round, and he's packing heat. A lightbulb tube and a chair, he's not taking Logan lightly. "

 

 

Dace slides into the ring, chucks his trench coat down to the ringside broadcast position, lays down his chair and stands ready with the lightbulb tube.

 

 

"Ohh.. looky King, a little gift from your best 'boy'," Axis grins at his rare chance to rub it in at King.

"Bite me, I hope Logan leaves him as a blood stain on the mat," King snarls.

 

 

"And now from location unknown, at 258 pounds .... LOGAN!"

 

 

Helter Skelter pours across the arena as Logan makes his way out and stalks slowly down to the ring under a rain of boos.

 

 

"There's Logan, as wild as ever. Dace doesn't have a hope against him." King starts grinning again.

"Logan's tougher, there's no doubt, but we've seen Dace is strong, stronger than Logan without a doubt. This will be a classic. We can only wait to see who reaches their limits first," Axis calls, ignoring the Suicide King.

 

 

DING, DING, DING!

 

 

Logan charges into the ring, only the cracked in the face by a huge swing of the lightbulb tube from Dace, as it shatters into dust and brings Logan up short.

 

 

"Oh my God! Dace smashes the lightbulb into Logan's face!" Screams Axis.

 

 

Dace immediately starts to hammer away with fists and knees to Logan, and his already bloodied face. Ducking Logan's head through the ropes, Dace spins him head over heels, trapping Logan's head and arms between the top and middle ropes.

 

 

"And Dace ties Logan up on the ropes," calls Axis.

 

 

Grabbing the chair, Dace turns the other way round and drives it over Logan's head, so the back of the chair hangs around his neck, and the seat rests infront of his face.

 

 

"And what a chair shot, leaving Logan with a chair necklace!"

"Logan can take far, far more than that. Just you wait," King says, unphased by Dace's early offence.

 

 

Dace bucks up, charges in with a blood freezing growl and smashes the chair into Logan's face with a Yakuza Kick!

 

 

"And Dace drives the chair right into Logan's face, sending Logan over the top to the floor." Flows Axis' commentary.

 

 

Logan lands with a thud on the floor, the chair bent to pieces beside him. Dace stands in the rind and stares down, waiting.

 

 

"And Logan sits up!" Yells out King

"And that's how tough Logan is, after the brutal Yakuza Kick into the chair, into his face, he just sit up!" Shouts Axis

 

 

Dace stares, half in shock, half grinning to himself as Logan climbs back into the ring, squaring off with him.

 

 

"And I can believe this only because I've seen Logan before. I think Dace likes it. This should be a war in every sense." Yells Axis.

 

 

Hard rights fly from both men, pounding away. Then hard forearm shots the face. Both men step back, and two huge headbutts crash together in mid air. Dace and Logan take a step back each and grin after the first slobbarknocker of the match.

 

 

"Neither man is phases at all by the beating they just lay on each other," Axis stares on.

 

 

They tie up. Logan snatches on a tight headlock and starts to drive his fists into the head of Dace. Dace throws himself backwards taken Logan with him in a Northern Lights suplex.

 

 

"Crushing right hands from Logan, but countered by Dace with a northern lights. And again both men roll to their feet," Axis shouts.

 

 

Flurry of stiff punches to the kidneys from Logan. Side Russian Leg Sweep, snapping Dace back to the mat. Rolls back up, but Dace smashes Logan with a few elbows to the head. Boot to the gut, driving knee to the gut, doubles Logan over. Lifts him up, spinning piledriver, spiking Logan on his head,

 

 

"Viscous exchange of moves from Dace and Logan, Dace comes out with a piledriver." Axis comments

"But it's nowhere near enough to slow Logan down," King says

 

 

Logan just pops back to his feet like a jack in the box. Front face lock, and sharp DDT planting Logan on the mat. Dace rolls over, snap suplex, and another, and a third, and another DDT, and then gutwrenches Logan over, shoulder breaker, dropping Logan on his shoulder with bone jarring force.

 

 

"DDT, snap suplex, snap suplex, another one, a second DDT, and a shoulder breaker, trying to crush Logan each time with sheer power. And Dace makes the cover!" Shouts Axis

 

 

......1!

Kickout!

 

 

"And Logan kicksout at one!" Yells King "Dace doesn't have a chance in hell."

"Who are you, Vinnie Mac?"

 

 

Logan surges back like a wild animal, throw Dace hard into the corner, running in full speed to crack him in the face with a elbow smash and ripping him out of the corner with a bulldog.

Logan hauls Dace right back up, send him into the rope and drills him down to the mat with a Samoan Drop, right back into the cover.

 

 

......1!

.....2 !

Kickout!

 

 

"Logan drives Dace into the corner, follows up with a huge elbow smash and the a bulldog, dropped Dace face first. And sends him straight into the ropes and drilling him with a Samoan drop and covers him for the two count," calls Axis.

 

 

Dace rises to his feet, blood flowing from a freshly opened cut on his forehead.

 

 

"Now both men are bleeding!" Axis shouts

"Good, I like blood," sneers King

 

 

Dace runs and drops Logan with a huge lariat. Logan just rolls to his feet and takes Dace off his with a stiff clothesline. Dragging Dace up Logan lands three hard punches and tosses him though the ropes to the floor.

 

 

"Logan drops Dace and sends him to the outside, following him out," calls Axis.

 

 

The crowd rain their boos down on the unphased, unstoppable Logan. Hooking Dace's head, Logan turns round and sits out with a neckbreaker. Holds onto Dace, whips him away, only to drag him back into his waiting arms to snap Dace over with a powerslam onto the floor.

 

 

"Powerslam on the floor!" Shouts Axis.

 

 

......1!

......2!

Kickout!

 

 

"But Dace kicks out!"

"Damn him!" King yells

 

 

Logan stomps away on Dace as he tries to get to his feet. Logan slaps Dace across the face as he staggers to his feet. Logan starts to bite away at the bloody face of Dace, under a hail of boos from the fans.

Dace fights back with quick stiff chops to Logan's chest and right hand to back him off. Driving his knee into Logan's gut over and over Dace finally doubles him over. Tucking Logan's head up, he wrenches him up onto his shoulders and smashes Logan down with a powerbomb.

 

 

"And Logan is biting away at Dace, that's what I like to see," King smiles sickly

"But Dace fires back and drops Logan on the cold hard floor with a powerbomb. Can it keep Logan down?"

 

 

But Dace holds onto Logan's hips and rolls him over onto his back. Stepping over Logan's body, Dace locks his hands around Logan's waist, hauls him up and throws him over head with a german suplex, dumping Logan shoulders first onto the floor.

 

 

"Dace rolls him over into a brutal german suplex on the outside!" Axis shouts again.

 

 

......1!

......2!

Kickout!

 

 

"No, still not enough to get the job done."

"Logan has even started yet, just you wait Axis."

 

 

Both men stand up and reach over the barrier to grab chairs.

 

 

"We've got chairs in play now," says Axis

 

 

Crash! The two chairs smash of each other in mid air, again and again as the crowd roars on at every hit.

And both men have the side idea and level each other with a chair shot to the side of the head.

 

 

"Great minds think alike and both men topple each other with chair shots to the side of the head," calls Axis

 

 

Logan gets to his feet just before Dace, grabbing a handful of hair, Logan pounds away on Dace, with his out head, headbutt crashing down after headbutt. Ducking down, Logan scoops Dace across his shoulders and hooks his neck.

 

 

"Series of stiff headbutts and Logan sets Dace up for a Death Valley Driver," comes Axis' play by play.

 

 

But Dace swings his body round, catches Logan's head and brings it crashing to the floor with a DDT. Not going for the cover, Dace reaches under the ring for a table. Snapping it open, Dace sets one edge one the barricade, the other on the ring apron, forming a platform between the two.

 

 

"Prefect DDT counter, and Dace goes for the wood. Setting up a table between the ring and the barricade, what is he going to do?" Wonders Axis

"Logan is still in this Axis, don' you forget it," King snipes.

 

 

And as if on cue Logan brings himself to his feet and plants an elbow smash into the back of Dace's neck. Hooking both of Dace's arms Logan twists round to infront of Dace, forcing Dace's head between his legs. Twisting back round and ducking his own head between Dace's legs, Logan stands up, flipping Dace over his back, leaving him hanging down his back by Logan's arms.

 

 

"Logan's gonna give him a Wilderness Driver on the damn floor!" Screams Axis

"Yes, yes, finish him," King shouts with joy.

 

 

Dace kicks, kick and flips down to his feet behind Logan, faster than Logan can react, Dace ducks down and stands up with Logan n his shoulders, still holding his arms.

 

 

"No, Dace with a brilliant reversal, what's he going for now?" Shouts Axis

"No, no, no!"

 

 

Dace throws Logan forward and sits out, driving Logan face first though the table balanced between barricade and ring apron.

 

 

"And Dace drives Logan's not so pretty face right though the table with the Desercation!"

 

 

And the crowd explode as Logan rolls over spitting wood and teeth.

 

 

"These two might not be the most popular wrestlers, but do the fans know a hardcore moment when they see one," calls Axis.

 

 

Dace hooks Logan's leg and covers...

 

 

......1!

......2!

..Kickout!

 

 

"And Logan still kicks out!"

"That's Logan Axis, you should know that. Nothing as simple as that will keep him down!" King shouts

 

 

Dace grabs a chair from the floor and cracks and hammers away at Logan's bleeding head and face over and over.

 

 

"Dace is trying to give Logan so well needed facial reconstruction!" Roar Axis.

 

 

Backing Logan against the ring post, Dace takes a home run swing and nails Logan full force, sending his head into the ring post.

 

 

"This is sheer brutality," Axis says in shock. "Logan maybe the toughest man out there, but he isn't the strongest, and Dace is sickenly strong for his 6'4", he can out power Logan, and that's what he's doing before he runs out of steam, cuz he knows he will do before Logan does."

 

 

Dace wedges the chair between the bottom and second ropes, so the rests over Logan's face. Stepping back, Dace flashes a death's head grin before running up as full steam and planting his foot in the steel chair, driving it into Logan's unprotected face!

 

 

The crowd wince at the sickening smack of Logan's head between steel chair and steel ring post.

 

 

"Oh my god! Dace once more drives a steel chair into the unprotected face of Logan with a Yakuza Kick!" Axis screams.

"Someone get some help for Logan, Dace must be cheating!" Shout Kings

"It's no DQ King, something you seem to have wanted up until now." Axis reminds him.

 

 

As Loan hangs limp, Dace moves the chair so it's covering Logan's shoulder.

 

 

"Now what it Dace doing?"

 

 

Dace charges in once move, with a huge elbow smash, his whole elbow and forearm driving the battered steel chair into the shoulder of Logan with an sickening snap.

 

 

"I just heard something snap, I think Dace broke his shoulder!" Axis screams out.

 

 

The crowd scream and yell in shock at the sound. As Logan starts to fall Dace grabs his arm, locks it up and brings his down with a Fujiwara arm bar.

 

 

"If Logan's shoulder wasn't destroyed before, it will be now. It looks like Dace is trying to rip Logan's arm clean off to keep him down!"

"Come on Logan, don't let me down like this," King says desperately.

 

 

Dace wrenches back on Logan's injured arm, screaming for Logan to tap. Dace bridges higher and, pulling Logan's arm at an almost inhuman angle.

 

 

"This has to be in, Logan has to tap!"

 

 

Dace in rage and frustration drags Logan back up by his arm, dives his face into the ring apron before tossing Logan back into the ring.

 

 

"He couldn't do it, Dace couldn't make Logan tap. He's taken it back into the ring for some reason." King clutches a hope of a heel victory yet.

 

 

Dace rolls Logan onto his back and locks his legs around Logan's throat, forming a four.

 

 

"Figure Four sleeper, the Nevermortal, trying to squeeze away the last of Logan's energy," Axis shouts.

 

 

Logan struggles madly like an animal, pound as much as he can at the legs of Dace. The ref starts to check on Logan, asking him. Logan starts to twists, rocks, turns.... And manages to roll Dace over.

 

 

"And Logan manages to roll Dace over, now what?"

 

 

And Logan stands up. Dace balanced on Logan's shoulders.. Logan lunches Dace forward, bringing him over, and plants him with a square driver, head first, between his legs.

 

 

"Logan's Run! Plants Dace on his head, this is over!" Axis yells.

 

 

The crowd explodes in boos as Logan nails his finisher.

 

 

But Logan flops back to the mat, unable to make the cover.

 

 

......1!

......2!

......3!

......4!

......5!

......6!

Logan crawls..

......7!

......8!

Logan covers Dace..

...!

.....1!

.....2!

.....Kickout!

 

 

"Logan makes the cover, but he took too long and Dace kicks out!"

"No, damn it, no damn it!" King shouts.

 

 

Crawling, slowly to his feet Logan gets up, and drops and elbow, driving it down onto Dace. And another elbow driven into Dace. Logan stays down for the cover.

 

 

......1!

......2!

Kickout!

 

 

Logan whips Dace into the corner, rockets into to plant an elbow into Dace's face. Without stepping back, Logan hammers away with fists forearms and headbutts again and again until Dace slumps to the mat unmoving.

 

 

Logan bails out of the ring and pulls another table from under the ring and throws it into the ring. Climbing back Logan sets the table up against the turnbuckle, at a slant.

Meanwhile Dace drags himself back up to his feet.

 

 

"Another kickout by Dace, and Logan goes for wood, setting it up against the turnbuckles. And now Dace is back up, groggy, but up." Axis comments

 

 

Logan turns round into Dace, who quick as a flash face locks Logan, hooks the leg, hauls him up and drops him straight down with a Sheer Drop Fishermans Buster.

 

 

"Sheer Drop Fishermans Buster, a desperation act by Dace trying to take Logan out!"

 

 

......1!

......2!

Kickout!

 

 

Dace had the cover but Logan kicks out once move.

 

 

"What move can Dace have left, this is the end for him," gloats King.

 

 

Both men are back up once again. Logan tries for an elbow smash, but Dace underhooks Logan's arm, trapping it. Logan tries for one with his other arm. Dace underhooks that arm as well. Dace lifts Logan, leaving him hanging by his arms and charges at the table.

 

 

"Venom Driver!"

 

 

But Dace falls short, he can’t carry Logan fair enough so he plants him on the mat just before the table in the corner.

 

 

......1!

......2!

.....BOOM!

 

 

Logan reaches out, catches the end of the table and brings it forward, nailing it into Dace's head, and lets it drop back against the turnbuckles.

 

 

"And that's the veteran Logan, using ring presents to take Dace out and get himself the win if Logan can just make the cover," King shouts in joy.

 

 

But the Logan, has other ideas because it's No DQ. Even with the blood flowing like a fountain from Logan's face and shoulder, he starts to choke Dace with his good arm.

 

 

"I think that last move from Dace did more damage to Logan's shoulder, but Logan drives the table into Dace's open head!" yells Axis.

 

 

Dace manages to kick Logan off, booting him in his injured shoulder. He rolls back into the far corner, shaking his head, trying to recover. Dace manages to get to his feet and stares down Logan, who is back on his feet ready to continue.

Dace, Rhino like runs at Logan, head down.

 

 

"Dace is gonna Gore Logan though the table!!"

 

 

But at the roar and already starting EC 'Dub chants from the crowd Logan side steps and stops Dace dead in his tracks with a blow to the kidneys.

 

 

"But Logan drops his dead with a well placed blow," Axis says.

 

 

The crowd goes mad, trying to boo Logan out of the arena. But taking no notice Logan scissors Dace between his legs and starts to pound away on his back like a hammer. Dace struggles and

slaps and punches at Logan's beast like legs. Logan locks his hands trying to haul Dace into the air. Dace sandbags, dropping all his weight down trying to stay on the mat. Logan tries once again But Dace finally manages to break free from Logan's hold. Standing up in one sweeping motion Dace catches Logan's hips on the way past, taking him up for the ride. And at his height Dace topples forward driving Logan though the table with a powerbomb!

 

 

"And Logan tries for a powerbomb, but Dace fights back with a massive powerbomb of his own through the table!" Axis shouts over the crowd.

 

 

"This is Hardcore!" "This is Hardcore!" Chants burst from parts of the arena where hardcore and old ECW fans are sitting.

 

 

Both men are down and out once again.

 

 

......1!

......2!

......3!

......4!

......5!

......6!

......7!

......8!

......9!

...

Dace rolls to the outside breaking the count.

Logan starts to move, picking himself back up.

 

 

"Logan's like the Terminator, he just keeps going!

 

 

Dace grabs a chair from the floor and slides back into the ring. He swings madly at Logan, but Logan ducks, Logan throws a wild series of punches but Dace side steps and drives the chair into Logan's bleeding shoulder had just been.

 

 

"Both men swinging madly, firing blanks."

 

 

Logan has snuck behind Dace, reaching out with his arm he headlocks Dace and jumps forward with a bulldog, dropping Dace face first onto the remains of part of the table.

 

 

"Bulldog onto the remains of the table!"

"It's so close I can taste it," King grins.

 

 

Picking up a fallen chair Logan starts to tattoo it across the back of Dace. Once, twice, three, four, five, six times. Taking an almost unconscious Dace, Logan sits him up top and signals.

 

 

"Logan's going for a super Logan's Run, he wants to break Dace's neck!" Comes Axis' screams

 

 

Logan stares up at the battered, pummelled and blooded form of Dace, and sits right in his face.

 

 

"And Logan just spat right on Dace."

"That's all the respect he deserves Axis."

 

 

Logan ducks his head between Dace's legs, but Dace just jumps off the top landing on the mat, a brutal right hand to Logan's shoulder sends him reeling. Grabbing his wrist, Dace locks it under Logan's neck and reaches between his legs. Scooping him into the air Dace drives Logan down on his neck.

 

 

"BLACK NOVVAAA!"

"Noooooo!"

......1!

......2!

.....Kickout!

 

 

"Yessss!" King yells out.

 

 

The hardcore fans all once again on their feet. Dace struggles to his feet, resting against the ring ropes. Logan crawls along the mat towards a chair. Dace moves in and waits for Logan to get it.

 

 

"Logan's heading for a chair."

 

 

Logan stands and turns, bringing the chair swinging down onto Dace as hard as he still can.

And Dace just stands there.

 

 

"Logan nails Dace with the chair, but to no effect," Axis shouts

"Again, again, take him down." King starts ranting.

 

 

Logan goes for another swing but Dace cuts him off and doubles him over. Locking his arms round Logan's waist Dace powers him up onto his shoulder. Leaving him hanging for a few moments, Dace drives Logan off his shoulders and straight down vertically onto the top of his head!

 

 

"DARK START DRIVVAAHH! Dace drills Logan into the mat, right on the top of his head!"

 

 

Logan stays vertical standing on his head for a mere moment before toppling over onto his Dace as Dace falls on top for the pin.

 

 

"Cover!"

 

 

......1!

......2!

......3!

 

 

DING, DING, DING!

 

 

"Ladies and Gentlemen your winner, by pinfall...... DACE NIGHT!"

 

 

As the vile tones of Cryptopsy pound through the Dome, Dace is once again the winner.

 

 

"And Dace finally, finally pins Logan after all that." Says Axis

"It can't be, it just can't be.." King moans.

 

 

Dace drags himself to the bottom rope and pants, bloodied, beaten but the victor.

 

 

"I don't think Logan is moving out there. That last murderous powerbomb from Dace looks to have done more than put him down for the count," Axis says concerned.

"I can't believe he put Logan down. What brutality." King says.

"It took a lightbulb tube, chairs, the ring post, two tables and two finishers but he did it, Dace did it." Comments Axis.

 

 

Medical staff have come down to ring side, and have Logan in a stretcher. The check on him, before wheeling him off into the back,

 

 

"From the report the medical team just sent to the back, it seems Logan has taken some huge knocks, is probably concussed , but he'll be ok in the end."

 

 

In the ring Dace motions to a mike...

 

 

"Logan, you're on tough mother.. and that was one hell of a match." Dace salutes Logan before rolling to the outside and heading for his trench coat.

 

 

"That brutal sod." King grins as Dace picks up with trench coat. Dace just stares back before walking off.

"This was one war. Not the first, not the last."

 

 

The cameras fade out.

[Guest TheBostonStrangler]

“YOU’VE BEEN….. .THUNDERSTRUCK!”

 

The high pitched, raspy voice of Bon Scott echoes blares throughout the average speaker system of the packed Generic Dome of Plainsville, North Anywhere! The classic song begins to die out as the crowd begins to cheer in anticipation of the Main Event goodness coming up on SJL Metal! The camera does its usual pan across the arena, looking around for a few choice signs. A few of the notables are shown on the big screen, like a group of 12 men, sitting in two rows of six with suits on saying “The Judge’s Jury” and a few “SJL MENTAL” signs thrown in for good measure. Near the ringside, a large area of seats has been cleared out, the fold up chairs stacked to the side, and a few dozen people in rag tag clothes have formed “Matt Myers’ Personal Mosh Pit” (Or at least the sign on the divider claims it is). Another group of people wear Wildchild masks, and hold up signs saying “Born to be Wild!” and “Wild Thangs!” We cut down to ringside, where the SJL’s two finest announcers stand by.

 

“Welcome back to another fantastic edition of SJL Metal!” Proclaims Axis, smiling as he motions to the cheering capacity crowd. “Listen to them cheer! They’ve really gotten into this show, haven’t they, King?”

 

No answer comes back, and Axis looks over to find King napping in his chair. He gives him a little nudge with his elbow, and suddenly the breaker of hearts and rules alike springs to life.

 

“YAH! I swear, they told me they were 18…. Wait…. Damnit, this show is still going on?” Axis looks at him with a little grin.

 

“Dreaming the impossible dream, Don Kingote?”

 

“That would be the one where you get laid, Sancho Pansy.”

 

Axis grumbles a little as King gives his comeback, and goes back to his announcing slightly less enthused. “Well, we have a real barnburner tonight. After a great opener with two top quality stars, MVS and Christian Fury-”

 

“-Who are between ICP and David Arquette when you rank them with the World’s Greatest Wrestlers-”

 

“-We had a rousing tag match between the teams of Ejiro Fasaki and Jack the Ripper fighting against Johnny Dangerous and Wildchild-”

 

“-that was as ‘Wild’ and ‘Dangerous’ as most grocery lines-”

 

“-we had one of the lesser used stipulation matches, a falls count anywhere match-”

 

“…………..”

 

Axis looks over at King for a moment. “Aren’t you going to mock this match?” King looks at him with a stunned and hurt expression.

 

“How could I mock it? It had excessive brutality in it from Logan, and Dace looks to be the second coming of “Deathwish” Danny Williams. Great match, boys!”

 

Axis covers his face with his hand, and continues on. “…Which brings us our Main Event! Last week on Wrath, Matt Myers did the seemingly impossible task of beating Judge Mental an-”

 

An outraged King interrupts the Australian strongman before he can say any more. “Mental had it won, damnit! If it wasn’t for that no-talent bastard, Mike Van Siclen, Mental would still have HIS title.”

 

“ANYWAYS,” Continues Axis, “Myers instantly turned into a fan favorite, suddenly dropping his old persona and taking on the “Punk-Rockstar” image. It is certainly something odd, but things like that happen all the time in the SJL, which is why we are so great to watch.” King scoffs, and gives his own (most likely offensive and controversial) opinion.

 

“Bah. CHOOSE A SIDE, DAMNIT! You just can’t go around saying ‘Hey, I’m a good guy now!’,” says King, acting like the Rock imitating Kurt Angle, “After being a bad ass psycho for God knows how long! I hope Mental slams his head into the ground so hard Myers forgets his damn name (and that stupid gimmick) but remembers Judge Mental.” With that, the lights dim down to a familiar harsh red, and the fans wait for the challenger to enter.

 

“NOW TESTIFY”

 

FWOOM!

 

Rage Against the Machine’s “Testify” blares through the decent speakers of the Generic Dome, and the flaming pyros engulf the stage as the fans begin pouring on enough heat to melt the icecaps. On the SmarkTron, the illustrious career of one man is shown in six second clips, from his rookie years, going on to when he became a veteran, then an Indy champion, and finally culminating with his SJL matches and his World Title Victory at Genesis. The flaming pyros go down, and a gray haired and bearded man comes down the aisle in his black judicial robe.

 

“Now entering the ring…. our Challenger for tonight’s match up….. weighing in at 250 pounds and hailing from Royal Oak, Michigan……… he is the man that put Destruction and Annihilation into D.A…….. JUDGE MENTAL!”

 

The crowd stands on there feet as the chant “You sucks!” and “No more belt!” as he walks down the entrance ramp, his focus on the match ahead and a look of intensity chiseled on his stone face. He quickly disrobes into his long spandex, laying the black robes on the steel steps at ringside before he enters the ring. He walks over to the corner next to his robe and begins to stretch out, silently mouthing his game plan over and over again.

 

“Well, it seems like the Judge spent his time off in Detroit,” Says Axis, looking down at his facts sheet, “And whatever he did there seems to have done wonders for him. He was pretty ship-shoddy the last time he faced Matt Myers, but I’ve never seen him so…. focused on one match.”

 

“Definitely,” replies an excited King, rubbing his hands together as he contemplates the mayhem that Judge Mental is going to reap on Matt Myers, “He’s going to squash this little punk bastard like the Varsity Football team!” The lights begin to go down, and the crowd begins to get antsy as they anticipate their fearless hero…..

 

“Ah…”

 

“Ah…”

 

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh...”

 

“I’M IN OVER MY HEAD!”

 

The strobe lights go off, the crowd totally goes off, and the opening lyrics to “Over My Head” by Lit cascades across the arena in through the ordinary speakers of the Generic Dome as the World Champion’s entrance sequence begins. A silhouette appears in the back-lighted entrance ramp, and the crowd goes totally insane for the first face since CIA! Matt Myers begins to walk down the ramp, slapping hands with a few of the rabid fans who nearly fall over the barrier just trying to get a piece of the new World Champ, and gives a sheepish smile that the even the teenage girls in the back see and begin to scream! He raises his hands and takes the World Title belt off his shoulder, trying to get more of a rise, and boy do they rise. The whole arena gets on their feet and cheers, nearly drowning out Funyon’s spiel.

 

“Now entering the ring….. the SJL World Champion…… weighing in at 221 pounds and hailing from Honolulu, Hawaii…….. the most punked out man EVER to grace an SJL ring……… MATT MYERS!”

 

“Despite Mental’s record, you have to concede, King, that Myers has to be the favorite going into this.” Explains Axis as King rolls his eyes in disgust. “He’s one of the few people to beat Judge Mental in a singles match, and now with that title he’s more motivated than ever.” King shakes his head and angrily tells Axis what he thinks.

 

“Singles match? You mean handicap match, right? Because in a singles match there it’s only one on one, and there were definitely two people in that ring against Judge Mental last time. Motivated, Axis? Look at the fricken Judge,” Says King, motioning towards the tense veteran, who silently watches the World Champ approach the ring from his corner, giving him a cold gaze, “He’s out for blood, damnit. And Myers is the one who he’s gonna draw it from.”

 

The crowd is still screaming their lungs out as he enters the ring, holding his World Title high in the air, and Mental watches on, emotionless and stone-faced. He goes to the first corner, goes up and raises his arms with his belt, and that side goes wild! He repeats it with the next corner….. and the next corner to a similar reaction….. until he reaches Mental’s corner. He politely motions for the Judge to move with his hand, but the old man refuses to move at all.

 

“Uh oh, this isn’t good,” Comments a worried Axis. “Mental is already making it known that he doesn’t move for anyone but himself.”

 

“And why should he move for that fraud? The guy is wearing the belt that should be around the waist of the Judge. Jeez, Axis, have you any sympathy for Judge at all?”

 

“Bah, I’ve heard that Rolling Stones song, and it’s the primary reason why I listen to Rammstein.”

 

“See, that’s why I never listen to you; you have absolutely no taste in music.”

 

Again, Myers tries to get through and Mental pushes him back a little, and an “OOHHHH….” emits from the crowd. This time, Myers tries to shove past the man, but the Judge uses his superior strength to push Myers to the ground with both hands. Again, the crowd gives off an expectant “OOHHHH….”, and Matt kips up to his feet, quite pissed off at the old man’s disrespect towards him. He shoves his belt and into the arms of good ole’ Matty Kivell, and takes up a martial arts stance. A few cheers come up from the crowd, then they pop big when he cocks his head backwards a few times, telling Mental to “bring it”. Kivell quickly gives the belt to an awaiting attendant from the time keeper’s table and signals for the bell to begin the match.

 

*DING DING DING*

 

“And the match is on! A lot is riding on this match, King: If Matt loses, Judge Mental will be the special ref for the Wallet Chain from Hell match, and if the Judge loses, his automatic rematch with Matt is gone! Both men are fighting for something that is important to them, and I’ll bet we are going to see some incredible fighting.”

 

Myers continues to stand in his martial arts stance, and Mental immediately drops down into his traditional grappler stance, head and back bent over and low like a cobra waiting to strike.

 

“Damn, Mental looks like a python!” Remarks King, pleased with the Judge’s form, but Axis interjects.

 

“But Myers is a mongoose with his martial arts knowledge. And we all know what happens to snakes that fight mongooses…”

 

“Yeah, they eat the damned rodent whole!”

 

Mental sidesteps, never taking his eyes off of Matt, and Myers slowly pivots so that he is always facing the Judge. For a moment, it seems like they will never strike, too cautious to make the first move…. The first mistake…. Until….

 

“Mental dashes forward-”

 

CRACK!

 

“-and gets nailed by a stiff judo kick to the leg!”

 

Mental staggers a bit, taken off balance, and Matt quickly presses his advantage, raising his sights a little and going for another judo kick in the stomach. He swings it around at lightning fast speed, and nails Mental……. Right in the hands? Yes, Mental doubles over as he catches the foot, causing the crowd to give a small cheer, but suddenly turns to booing as Mental quickly spins over onto his stomach, causing Myers to corkscrew and slam his face on the ground!

 

“Dragon Screw by the Judge, and I’ve never seen him do that maneuver before! I guess he’s learned it specifically to combat Myers’ judo kick style.”

 

“Mental, the man with the massive moveset!”

 

The aged veteran quickly begins to move, pushing himself up from the mat with his hands and instantly begins to work his body part of choice as he grabs Matt’s leg by the ankle and viciously slams it down to the mat. Matt gives out a stifled cry of pain, and the Judge begins to twist the leg around his own and bends down to scissor it in play. Out of instinct, Matt begins to claw towards the ropes as Mental begins to reach forward….

 

“Mental is already working the right leg of Matt Myers, and that could seriously hinder his high flying abilities.”

 

“That’s all Matt Myers is, a high flying spot machine.”

 

“Didn’t you call him a technical genius back when he faced the now debilitated Tim Dillon and Judge Mental the first time?”

 

“Yeah…. But a lot has happened since then. I mean, Myers was cool, and now he’s not. Axis, I have to stress that you have no taste and therefore just don’t see things that a hip and trendy guy like me would see.”

 

Mental bends forwards onto Matt’s back, hooking his right arm under Myers’ arm, locking a half nelson and goes for the next arm, but Myers is able to swat Mental’s arm away and make another grasp for the ropes, but misses! The crowd let’s out an “OH!” as the Judge again tries to lock in the full nelson, but Myers pushes it out of the way again, and reaches the ropes! Mental is able to lock in the full nelson as Myers grabs on, and he presses down on the back of the kid’s neck hard.

 

“Matt makes it! But the Judge locks in the full nelson, and now he is working both the neck and the leg at the same time, which could set up a submission on either later.”

 

The ref goes down, motioning for Mental to break the hold, but the Judge shakes his head, pushing down hard on the neck as Matt grits his teeth in pain. The ref begins to make the mandatory five count.

 

ONE!

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

THR-And Mental lets go, breaking the hold, and Matt goes rolling out of the ring, clutching his leg and neck. Mental on the other hand, goes back to his corner and does a little more stretching, with a confident grin.

 

“Mental has Matt scouted incredibly well, and it looks like Myers is going to have to deviate from his normal game plan.”

 

Before Kivell can go for the countout, Myers begins to get up and climbs up to the side of the ring. Sliding in with relative ease, he shakes his head a little, trying to stay cool after Judge Mental nearly finished him off a moment ago. Mental comes out of the corner with his confident grin still across his face, and goes right down into a grappler stance. He approaches Myers again, much less cautious this time, and dashes in for a tie up…….

 

And receives a punch in the face for his efforts! The crowd pops big as the veteran stumbles backwards holding his nose and a surprised look on his face while Myers shakes out his hand a little, more used to open palms than closed fists. Now it’s his turn to dash in, coming at Mental with a quick Shotei that nails the Judge in the chest, and spinning around for a devastating spinning heel kick…….. That Mental easily ducks under. The crowd gives a gasp as Mental immediately ducks under the kick and swiftly moves into position behind him, wrapping his arms around for a waist lock. He pulls Myers up…. Up…. Up…. And Myers flips right out of the German suplex, leaving the Judge helpless on the ground!

 

“Damnit! He weasels his way to the title, and now he weasels his way out of a perfect German Suplex!” cries King as Myers runs at the ropes, and jumps up to the second one before he hits. He springboards off it, flipping and corkscrewing in mid air before landing right on the stomach of Judge Mental with his back. The crowd gets up on their feet for the crazy maneuver, and Myers rolls over, hooking a leg for a quick cover.

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

TWONO! Mental gives a strong kickout, shoving Myers off top of him, but nothing too spectacular.

 

“An amazing Springboard Corkscrew Senton by Matt Myers, but it’s way too early in the match to try and put Mental out of commission.”

 

Myers immediately kips up to his feet, gaining a small cheer from the crowd and gives a brings his foot around….

 

SWACK!

 

For a stiff Judo kick on the veteran, who goes down to his hands and knees, and Myers winds up for another one…..

 

SWACK!

 

The crowd gives an “Oohhh…” as another incredibly stiff kick nails the Judge in the gut, putting him on the ground. As Mental tries to raise himself, Matt is already off and running again, bouncing against the ropes and leaping into the air……. And landing right onto the former World Champion’s back with a huge leg drop! The crowd pops as Mental goes flat on the ground and Myers sits right on the injured man’s back, giving a little wave to the crowd that gets a Super-sized pop that roars throughout the stadium. He rolls the Judge over and hooks the leg for a pin.

 

ONE!

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

THRENO! Mental gets another kickout, pushing Myers off again. The crowd boos a bit as Mental slams his fist against the matt in anger and begins to stand with gritted teeth. Matt waits for the Judge to stand, and begins to kick his feet out a little, trotting in place to sort of tease Judge. He begins to approach the Judge, and Mental takes a quick right hook…… that Myers easily sidesteps and responds with an elbow to the exposed back of the veteran. The Judge stumbles forward into the ropes, holding onto them as he tries to change his own battle plan, and Myers comes running in at him, preparing for a…..

 

THWACK!!!!!!

 

The whole arena gasps and Myers nearly flips head over heels as Mental quickly turns around and nails him with a picture-perfect Superkick to the jaw! The Judge stumbles back into the ropes and wraps his arms around them so he can take a short rest. He breathes heavily, and rubs the side of his stomach where the Judo kicks impacted, the whole time starring daggers into the barely moving World Champion.

 

“Dear God, what a Superkick by Mental! He was in a tight spot after two near pinfalls, but he buys himself some time with a desperation maneuver.”

 

“Just goes to show you, you don’t screw around with the Judge. Myers is a little confident prick out there, and he just paid for it in spades.”

 

“….. King, did you ever realize that you are a confident pri-”

 

“And Mental is getting off the ropes! Time for some ass kicking!”

 

The Judge gets off the ropes as Myers begins to struggle to his feet, rubbing his jaw to make sure it’s still there. The Judge walks over to the leg he previously worked over, and pulls it up into the air. He stands facing the opposite direction Matt, and bends the leg backwards, causing a yell of pain from Myers.

 

“He has the half crab locked in, and on that injured leg of Myers, this could be a match-ender!”

 

Matt struggles to get Mental to release his leg, squirming and thrashing from side to side, but it doesn’t work as the Judge holds his iron grip upon the young champion. Seeing that there is no way out of the submission master’s grip, he begins his desperate crawl towards the ropes. He pulls himself closer with is hands, and the crowd begins to get behind him.

 

“MYERS!”

 

“MYERS!”

 

“MYERS!”

 

“MYERS!”

 

The fans cheer him, and he begins to reaches his hands on the mat, slowly coming closer to the ropes. The World Champ inches forward, despite the efforts of Mental. He comes closer….. and closer…… until

 

 

WHAM!

 

 

 

The Judge turns a little, lifts one of his feet and pushes it down right Matt’s head, causing him to give a yell of agony as Mental’s heel pushes his sore jaw and neck into the mat.

 

“What technical brilliance!” Proclaims King, grinning like a mad hatter. “With both his submissions, he’s been able to work over the head and the legs. That’s what you call skill, Axis. Not that you would know anything about it….”

 

The former World Champ continues his assault on both parts of the body, pulling the leg back and pushing the head of Matt Myers into the unmoving canvas. Myers brings his hands up and tries to move the Judge’s foot off his head, but Mental has it firmly planted down. He wildly tries to reach for the ropes... and the crowd hopes that he makes it. He’s only a quarter’s length away….

 

“ONE MORE INCH!”

 

“ONE MORE INCH!”

 

“ONE MORE INCH!”

 

The crowd chants along, trying to inspire Matt to stretch out a little further, just another inch. The pain is hard on Myers, as the Judge’s powerful leg pushing down on his skull and Mental pulling his leg back, but he grits his teeth and keeps waving his hands at the ropes….. only millimeters away…….

 

 

 

 

 

 

And hooks the thing with his index finger! The crowd explodes, blasting right up to their feet as Kivell tells Mental to break the hold, but he refuses. The count begins, and the crowd holds its breath as they wonder who will be the first to give up on the hold: Mental or Matt.

 

 

ONE!

 

 

Mental presses harder down with his foot, causing Matt to give a small cry of pain……

 

 

TWO!

 

 

Matt grits his teeth, and holds on despite the pain…..

 

 

THREE!

 

 

The crowd is dead silent as Kivell makes the count, watching and hoping…..

 

 

FOUR!

 

“He’s held out! There is no way he can give up now… is there?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

FIVE!

 

 

The ref forces Mental to release the hold to a massive crowd pop! The fans cheer like wild, but they soon die down as Matt climbs up the ropes to stand, rubbing the back of his head and turning around to meet the evil man. He gives off a hard Shotei, but the Judge catches it at the wrist and pulls the arm around, using the momentum to whip Myers right at the ropes. Matt hits and bounces back, and Mental moves forward, winding up and delivering a massive clothesline…. That the World Champ ducks! Myers hits the other side, and catches the Judge turning around as he leaps into the air for a flying cross body! Matt gets good air despite his bad leg, catching the Judge right across the top of the chest and leveling him!

 

“After that brutal submission hold by Mental, the World Champ comes off a whip and uses his speed to quickly turn the tables, nailing the Judge with a flying cross body!”

 

Matt pushes off the ground with his hand and shakes his head a bit, and watches as Mental slowly begins to get up as well. Myers struggles to his feet, trying to race up before the Judge can get to his feet. The Judge quickly throws a punch from his knees, but Myers jumps back, dodging it with considerable ease. Getting up to his feet, Mental tries to give Myers a right hook, but Matt deftly parries it with his right arm, and gives the Judge a quick kick to the stomach with his good leg. As the Judge begins to double over, Myers puts on a front facelock and jumps downward, driving Mental’s head right into the mat for a huge pop! He rolls over and hooks the Judge’s leg for the cover as the ref dives down for the count.

 

“Op. Ivy Drop! Great move by Myers, and this could be over right now!”

 

“What, with the funky named Evenflow DDT? Give me a break! Mental can take a dozen of those things.”

 

ONE!

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

THREENO! Judge gets the shoulder up at the last second!

 

The crowd boos as Mental shoves Myers off top of him, giving an angry “Damnit, this isn’t how I planned it.” The former World Champ gets up to his knees, but Matt quickly lays him out with a sharp Judo kick from his good leg. Mental clutches his back, a red welt raised from the stiff, strong kick from the World Champ. Again, he begins to get up…..

 

SWACK!

 

Another Judo kick from Matt to the back of Mental, but the Judge doesn’t fall to the ground this time. His face crunches up in pain, but he continues to stand up slowly…..

 

SWACK!

 

Yet again, Myers gives one of his patented Judo kicks to Mental’s back, but the Judge doesn’t even move as he continues to get up. As Judge Mental finally reaches his feet, Myers finally decides to use a move sure to put him down for the count. He rushes around to the front of Mental, catching him in a ¾ Facelock, and bends at the legs to jump up….

 

“He’s going for the New Found Glory! That’s a bona-fided Match ender right there!”

 

…. And Mental pulls his head right out of the facelock. Grabbing a very surprised World Champ in a waist lock, he pulls him up…. Up….. and over top of him for a big German Suplex! Mental breaks the waistlock upon landing, grimacing after falling on his tender back. Myers, on the other hand, is lying on the ground, barely moving after the huge power move. Rolling over onto his stomach, Mental crawls over and rolls up Myers for the pin.

 

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREENO! Myers barely gets his shoulder up just in time, and the fans eat it up!

 

“What a reversal by Mental, and he nearly got Myers with that German Suplex! Myers has to remember that he can’t go move for move with Mental, or Mental will almost definitely win.”

 

Mental steps up to his feet again, shaking his head out a little and slowly rubbing his reddened back to ease the pain of the Judo kicks. He looks down at the World Champ, at first emotionless…. Then a frown comes over his face…. His expression becomes angrier and angrier, and finally the dam bursts. Grabbing his hair, the Judge pulls Myers up to his feet, with Matt weakly grabbing Mental’s hands. The Judge lets go, and pulls Matt’s arms around to an underhook position.....

 

“Ooohhh yeah! This is a match ender, people! We all know what this move is….”

 

And lifts Myers up high into the air and slams him down on his shoulders and neck for a huge Tiger Suplex! The big man slams Myers down to the mat, and tries to bridge it for the pin!

 

 

 

 

 

ONE!

 

 

“This is it! Judge has it won! Look who got punked out the time, you little gimmick changing bastard!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

T

 

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R

 

E

 

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E

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EEEENO!! Somehow, Matt kicks out! The crowd goes into a near riot as Mental releases the pin and begins yelling at Kivell that the three count was made.

 

 

“Damnit, that was three! The match is over!” He shouts at Kivell, who puts his hands up to defend against the angry Mental.

 

“Judge, he kicked out! My hand didn’t touch the mat, so it the three count was never made! I’m sorry, but that’s just how it is.”

 

“Then you counted slow! Goddamnit, I had the pin!”

 

Kivell backs up a little, and Mental prepares to chew him out even more, but suddenly Matt’s arm comes between his legs and begins pulling him down! He backs up, trying to keep his balance, but Matt has the element of surprise on him, and finally pulls him down to the ground and holds his legs for a roll up, and the crowd counts along!

 

ONE!!!

“ONE!!!”

 

 

“NO!!!” Cries King, “Mental can’t lose to a roll up!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!

“TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

T “T

 

H H

 

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EEEEEEEEEEEEEENOOOOO!!! The Judge kicks out at the last moment, and the crowd boos to no end!

 

“Myers was so close! He nearly had the Judge!”

 

“Yeah, but nearly only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades, Axis. Nearly doesn’t get you crap in the wrestling world.”

 

Mental slowly rolls off the ground, pounding his fist against the mat in anger. Nearly taken out by a roll up? A ROLL UP? He looks over at Myers, who lies on his back after the Judge kicked out. He listens to the crowd cheer for Matt to get up and fight, and he is beginning to sit up. Here’s something to cheer for.

 

With a furious look on his face, Judge Mental gets up and goes over to Myers, can barely sit up. The former World Champ picks the leg of Matt, and slams it down to the ground, causing Myers to snap his back down and yell in pain. Mental goes down to the mat and scissors his legs around the bad leg of the ‘World Champ’. World Champ? He didn’t even win it without MVS. Grabbing the foot of Myers, the Judge looks at Myers for a moment, eyes ablaze, and pulls back hard on the leg. Myers screams in pain as the deadly submission put pressure on his bad knee.

 

“Crucifix Kneebar!” Crucifix Kneebar! And Myers is way out of reach of a rope! The match is over, man, over!” Says an ecstatic King as Myers tries to pull himself to the ropes, but fails to move anywhere. He tries to hold out, but Mental pulls back even more, and finally, it becomes so unbearable that…..

 

 

Shunk.

 

The sounds of all the lights in the massive arena going out echoes in the now darkness, and suddenly the entrance becomes backlight.

 

TAP TAP TAP!

 

“Myers is tapping! Myers is tapping!”

 

“No, Kivell can’t count it! He can’t see it, so for all we know that could be Mental slamming his own hand against his mat.”

 

“Really, Axis, would Mental do something like that?”

 

“To win? Yes, absolutely.”

 

“Damn…”

 

The stage continues to be backlit, and suddenly a silhouette appears. It’s not too tall, nor incredibly well built. The crowd murmurs, wondering who this mystery opponent is. Even Kivell is wondering who the heck this guy is, and has gone over to the far ropes to get a better look. That doesn’t last long as Judge Mental appears next to him and begins yelling at him to officiate the damn match.

 

“Mental broke the hold! Now Matt can get away!”

 

The figure stands still for a moment, when suddenly a strobe light begins to go off, and “Wait and Bleed” by Slipknot plays! The crowd gives a mixed reaction as the figure runs down the aisle at full speed, and the SmarkTron flashes one name on its massive screen:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Andrew Rickman

 

 

“IT’S THE ‘INSANE LUCHADOR’ ANDY RICKMAN! HE’S BACK! HE’S BACK!”

 

 

 

Rickman slides right into the ring, right up next to Judge Mental and Matty Kivell, and the Judge winds up for a big Superkick….. that IL dodges and hits Kivell! Kivell falls to the mat sprawling and Rickman nails Mental in the jaw for a huge crowd reaction!

 

“RICKMAN HAS COME BACK, AND HE’S ACTUALLY HELPING MATT MYERS! The ref is down, and this could get the World Champ a win!”

 

“Not again! Damnit, every time Mental tries to face this guy it becomes a God damn handicap match. Can’t Myers get a win on his own?”

 

The lights come up, and the Judge stumbles back towards the ropes, and tries to charge Rickman, but the Insane Luchador sidesteps him and gives Mental a massive hip throw to the ground! The Judge rolls around on the ground, clutching his back as Rickman immediately comes over and pulls him up to his feet by his arm. IL grabs Mental by the wrist, quickly spinning him around for a whip at the turnbuckle, but Mental uses his size and strength to reverse the move, sending Rickman hurtling towards the corner. IL bounces off the turnbuckle back first, and stumbles out a little, but Mental wastes no time in his attack, grabbing IL in a ¾ Facelock. In an incredible show of dexterity for a large man, the Judge runs along the turnbuckle and leaps into the air for a turnbuckle assisted tornado bulldog!

 

“Surprise witness on the surprise wanna-be hero, and Mental shows how he can take care of business.” Says a satisfied King as Mental begins to get up from the spectacular move.

 

WHAMM!

 

Right out of nowhere, Matt Myers comes in and kicks the Judge in the stomach! He quickly turns around, and quickly brings the Judge’s arms up and underhooks them from the inside. The crowd cheers as Myers sets up his finisher, and Matt Kivell begins to stir after taking the Superkick from Judge Mental.

 

“Bah Gawd, Myers is going for Lit Up!” Shouts Axis over the crowd as Myers prepares to jump…….

 

 

 

 

 

 

…… and suddenly is pulled onto the back of Judge Mental as the veteran pulls his arms back down into his body! Myers struggles as he is bent backwards, but the Judge has the elbows of the World Champ locked in, trapping him. Mental begins to stand back up, pulling Myers off his feet and putting him straight up in the air. The Judge turns around as a helpless Matt Myers is shown to all the crowd, and suddenly………..

 

Thank you, Yoshihiro

 

 

WHAM!!!!

 

 

“Reverse Gory Special Piledriver!” Cries Axis, and King gives his own name.

 

“Otherwise known as……

 

 

 

 

 

THE VERTEBREAKER!”

 

Mental turns over onto his belly, and pushes off the ground to stand up. He looks down at the fallen Myers, who remains unmoving, and gives a sadistic smile.

 

“It doesn’t matter now what Mental does. Myers took enough punishment on the head that the Vertebreaker knocked him out cold.”

 

Kivell finally lifts himself off the ground, and looks over at Mental, who puts his boot right on the chest of the unconscious World Champ. He slides in and makes the count.

 

 

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREE!

 

 

*DING DING DING*

Mental lifts his boot off of Myers’ chest, and walks out over to his robes, with a smug smile on his face. “Testify” begins to blare over the speakers, and Mental walks out as some of the EMTs try to revive Matt.

 

“Winner of the match, and now special referee for the Hell with a Wallet Chain Match…….. JUDGE MENTAL!!!”

 

“Well, it looks like the planning and the experience allowed Mental to gain a 2-1 advantage in the little series he and Myers have been having.”

 

“Yes! Even the Insane Luchador couldn’t save Matt Myers from getting a loss tonight. You have to wonder now if he is ever going to get a win on his own.”

 

“Well, this certainly makes the next show’s match much more interesting. For the Suicide King and the rest of the SJL staff, this is Axis signing off.”

 

The final camera shot is one of the Judge just about to go through the entrance. He looks back for a moment at the ring and gives a wide, twisted smile. It’s been a good night, and the Judge was going to enjoy his own celebration.

 

Fade to black………

[Guest TheBostonStrangler]

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Falls Count Anywhere Match

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Non-title Stipulation Match

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