SJL Wrath, November 10

November 11, 2002

SJL Wrath for November 10, 2002

Location: The Alamodome in San Antonio, Texas!

SPECIAL PRE-SHOW MATCH

PIMP SLAP ON A POLE MATCH

Silent vs. Crowe

Well, Silent's a retired WF'er who hates anything that's not a Japanese girl, and Crowe is a stupid fucking bird from Australia who smokes too much and hangs around SWF chat for no good reason. Silent used his incredible deductive powers to realize that Crowe is NOT a Japanese girl, and upon discovering this, decided to challenge him to a match

Rules: A foam hand is on a pole. First person to remove the hand from the pole and hit their opponent in the face with it is the winner. Also, there will be a two minute break every four minutes so Crowe and Silent can smoke some pure Australian hash. It IS Crowe, after all.

SINGLES MATCH

James Morin vs. Christian Fury

Christian Fury hasn't been showing up lately, and this surprisingly has affected the quality of his matches. Morin gets an opportunity to move up a step while Fury gets perhaps his last opportunity in the SJL.

Rules: Standard singles match. DQ/Countout in effect. If Fury no-shows, and wasn't in combat over the last few weeks, you can kiss him goodbye.

SINGLES MATCH

Jack the Ripper vs. Dace Night

Dace impressed with a victory over Logan on Metal, while Jack continued his improvement, picking up a win with Ejiro against Wildchild and Johnny Dangerous. Now, the technically sound Brit takes on the sadistic, evil, cane-toting Brit. Who will survive? This English battle is sure to be a fun one.

Rules: Straight singles match. DQ/Countout in effect.

WALLET CHAIN FROM HELL MATCH

SJL WORLD TITLE MATCH

Matt Myers© vs. Mike Van Siclen

Special Guest Referee: Judge Mental

Matt Myers pulled off a big upset on Crimson when he defeated Judge for the SJL title, taking the belt from the seemingly unbeatable Mental. Meanwhile, Mike Van Siclen is finally getting his wish. With the belt off of Mental, MVS has his latest and best opportunity to finally seize the SJL World Title, the biggest prize in the game. However, a VERY pissed off Judge Mental will be there, in the ring. I get the feeling that with MVS getting a title shot before him, Myers taking his title, and another #1 Contender to challenge him, Mental won't be in the best of moods. What will this mean for the two competitors in this match? Only God knows...

Rules: The two men will be attached to a ten-foot long chain at the wrist, like a strap match. However, the chain will be the thickness and strength of a wallet chain. This chain is, and probably will be, broken. What's the point then, you ask? Not my stip, not my problem.

November 11, 2002

SJL Wrath explodes onto the screens of dozens of bored, stoned losers who have nothing better to do with their time. The 360 people that are hanging around the Alamodome look up with a start as pyro explodes throughout the arena. A shot of Axis and King walking up the ramp, leaving the ring area with annoyed looks on their faces as two familiar faces take their places behind the announce table.

Mr. Galatea: Welcome to IGNML Mirage!

Munich: Screw you, Galatea. Always rambling about the ML! Get with the times! This is the SJL, not the ML! The ML sucks!

Mr. Galatea: Right. Anyways, we’re gonna watch Silent take on Crowe in a match. However, this match has been changed. It was going to be a Pimp Slap on a Pole Match. However, neither man showed. Therefore, this match has been changed by the almighty God, the Boston Strangler…

Munich: See, Strangler’s a good guy. You know why? Because he wasn’t in the ML! He doesn’t suck like all the ML’ers, who try and control the JL’ers, holding them down every chance they get!

Mr. Galatea: I swear, I’d rather have Azis here than you. Anyways, this match has been changed from a Pimp Slap on a Pole Match to the match Strangler has been threatening people with for the last several weeks: A Catch the Midget Bra and Panties Paddle on a Pole Mud Wrestling match!

Munich: This match makes less sense than someone who was in the ML having power over the JL! The ML died! Get over it!

Mr. Galatea: I’ll assume that means you want me to explain the rules. Unfortunately, I have no clue what they are, so I had some tech guy type ‘em up while I smoked up in my dressing room. Just read ‘em off the screen or something.

The rules scroll down the screen:

The first person to steal the title belt being held by the midget, strip their opponent to their bra and panties, hit them with the paddle, and throw their opponent in the mud will be declared the winner. The pole with the paddle attached is inside the mud pool. The midget is Verne Troyer, since Gary Coleman wasn’t available.

The rules are replaced by a shot of the entrance. The SmarkTron displays a picture of a kitten playing with a ball of yarn in the middle of a meadow filled with wildflowers, while “Mmmbop” by Hansen starts to play over the sound system. Crowe appears on stage, joint in hand, staring blankly at the almost-empty arena that will magically be filled with passionate fans before the next match. Crowe stumbles down to the area near the ramp, where the pool filled with “mud” is located. Crowe looks at Verne Troyer, who is holding Exploding Chicken’s replica WCW Cruiserweight championship belt. “Wow…I’m freaking out, mates! That dude looks like he’s 2 feet tall or something!” exclaims Crowe as he leans toward Troyer, who simply walks away.

The song changes to “Like Wow” by Lindsey Carter, signaling the arrival of Silent. Silent jumps off the stage and lands on top of Crowe, knocking him to the floor. Crowe looks up, his bloodshot eyes showing disapproval. “Hey, man, watch the joint” stammers Crowe as Silent rips off his shirt and pants, revealing the bra and …crotchless….panties Crowe is wearing.

Mr. Galatea: Man, watching this makes me remember why I don’t have sex with kangaroos.

Munich: Shut up, ML bitch

Mr. Galatea: You’re really pissing me off.

Silent hops into the pit of mud and jumps up, grabbing the paddle. He smacks the paddle over Crowe’s head, who looks up annoyed once again. “Mate, you’re totally harshing my vibe. Just chi...” Crowe is cut off as Silent throws him into the pit of mud. The joint flies out of Crowe’s hand into the mud, quickly sinking to the bottom as Silent starts chasing around Verne Troyer. Crowe looks up, his bloodshot eyes now filled with murderous rage. “You bloody bitch…” Crowe stammers out before he leaps out of the pool and grabs the paddle. As Silent swerves, trying to catch Verne and win the match, he walks straight into a paddle shot from Crowe. Silent’s eyes roll up in his head as he falls backwards, knocked out. Verne looks up as Crowe stands over him.

“Hey, dude, if you let me smoke with you after the show, I’ll give you the belt.”

“Yeah, sure. Just come to my locker room.”

Verne reaches up and hands Crowe the belt, then assists Crowe in stripping Silent to his bra and panties. Crowe then lifts Silent up, and gives him a pimp slap from hell, sending Silent falling backwards into the mud as the bell rings.

YOUR WINNER, THE STUPID! FUCKING! BIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRD!

Mr. Galatea: What a shocker!

Munich: Hold on! I’m not done! I still have a lot of issues with you and the ML! I mean, they’re obviously holding down JL’ers like me! Seriously, who really thinks that King, or Edwin, or Raynor could beat me! I beat Malice…kinda. And then that jobber Roja…he was an ML thug too…he beat me with the nutbite! That’s all YOUR fault, Galatea! You screwed me over! I mean, I shou…HEY! STOP! OWWWWW!

Munich starts to cry as Mr. Galatea throws Munich on top of the announce table. Neilson of the Jungle runs through the crowd, leaps up, and helps Mr. Galatea apply the Tiger McTwamer on Munich. Munich starts bawling like a baby as NotJ and G decimate him, then head backstage with Crowe and Verne Troyer to smoke.

Silent, Crowe, screw you for no-showing and making me write this shit.

November 11, 2002

"Welcome to SJL Wrath!!!" shouts Axis as pyrotechnics go flying high into the air of The Alamodome in scenic San Antonio, Texas. The camera floats about the arena and catches a number of witty signs such as, "My Wallet Has No Chain", "Remember the Alamo", and "Shawn Michaels Can't Be From Here." Finally, the camera comes to rest on the intrepid announce crew of Axis and The Suicide King as they sit at a ringside table.

"What a show we have for them tonight, huh King?"

"You got it, Axis. There's going to be matches featuring such SJL greats as Jack The Ripper, Dace Night, James Morin, and Christian Fury. Also in our main event, we will see the Wallet Chain From Hell match as Mike Van Siclen battles it out with the

"Punk Rock Superstar" Matt Myers for the SJL World Heavyweight championship. And as an extra added bonus, the special guest refereee for that match, and you know this guy is going call it right down the middle, Judge Mental."

"But King, there is going another match coming up tonight that is sure to be a classic between WildChild, Johnny Dangerous and Ejiro Fasaki. That match is going to be taking place as Alamo National Park and will be what we in the business call, falls count anywhere. Right now, we have one of the participants standing by with comments... let's go right now, to SJL European Champion Ejiro Fasaki."

The SmarkTron fades from its usual Wrath Graphics to reveal a broad toothed smile, and as the camera pulls back, it reveals Ejiro Fasaki standing right outside of Alamo Hall. The fans at the Alamodome waste no time before letting Ejiro have it with a series of boos so loud that they might blot out the sun. Ejiro brings a cordless microphone to his mouth to speak.

"Well, I have to say the one upside to being out here, is that I don't have to be there with all of you! Man the stench must be overwhelming there."

"Oh come on, there's no call for that," Axis complains.

"So, here we are, folks, The Alamo. The place in history known so well for how a few brave soldiers stood strong and fought it out with a whole bunch of Mexicans... and then got killed. WOW! What a moment! What a thing to celebrate. What a bunch of losers. But I guess that is what you Texans are best known for, isn't it? Losing, over and over again but looking real good while doing it! I cannot tell you how many times I've had to sit back and listen to how brave you people were in the past... at The Alamo... in the Civil War... in the National Fottbal League, breaking a rushing record... and yet, you always manage to lose in the end. To lose the battle, lose the war, or even lose a measly football game. Boy, what a whole big load of acheivement you Texans have, way to go!"

"But not to worry fans, because Ejiro Fasaki is going to give you all a new history, right here tonight. As I take another step forward into history, into glory, as one of the world's best wrestlers. You see, first I was the number one contender to the European Championship... and then I won it. Right there is more than anyone from this little state can say about victory. But I'm going to top that you see? Now, I'm going to become the number one contender to the World Championship... and when I win that...and you can be assured that I will. You all can look to the Alamo and say, "That is where on November 10th, 2002 that Ejiro Fasaki took on overwhelming odds, just like Davey Crockett. But unlike Davey, Fasaki actually successfully defeated those odds and went on to become the number one contender to the SJL Heavyweight championship." You'll all have a hero that you can actually look up to, by the name of Ejiro Fasaki. And then... maybe I'll have a folk song too..."

Ejiro reaches off screen and pulls out a Coonskin cap before sitting it on his head, and then begins to sing...

"EJIROOOOO, EJIRO FASAKIIII, Finding the Final Frontier! Yeehah! Git along little Doogies! Yipyipyip!"

Axis and King look into the camera with stunned looks on their faces before Axis speaks, "Well, lets go to the ring."

November 11, 2002

The camera fades in on the Alamodome and shows fans holding up signs such as "I Mark For TNT," "Munich Was Nice" and other absurdities. Finally, it fades in on the SmarkTron, where a graphic of a stagehand with his hands mysteriously absent appears. The words "CURTAIN JERKER" scroll in below it.

"Welcome back to SJL Wrath!" says Axis. "We've got a barburner of an opener coming up, bah gawd..."

"Did you just say 'by god?'" interjects the Suicide King, breaker of hearts and hymens alike.

"Yes, well, the writing team brought in for this one hasn't written for me in a long time, so apparently now I'm from Oklahoma. Let's go straight to Funyon for this slobberknocker."

King sighs. "Well, it could be worse. You could be from Texas."

"Ladies and gentlemen," says Funyon, "The following match is scheduled for..."

Suddenly, Funyon's pager goes off. He looks down to read it, then murmurs, "Oh... I see... Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a TAG TEAM contest scheduled for one fall!"

"BUM BUM BUM BUM BUHBUHBUHBUUUUUUUH, BUH BUH BUH BUH BUH BUHBUHBUHBUH WHEN I COME CRASHING DOWN AND IT HURTS INSIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDE...."

The opening strains of "Real American" ring out through the Alamodome. Christian Fury and James Morin come out together, looking confused, but enter the ring and warm up together.

"Ladies and gentlemen, in the red corner, at a total combined weight of 320 pounds, CHRISTIAN FURY and JAMES MORIN!!!!!!"

As they stand in the ring....

BOOM!

Someone in the back slams a door, and two referees stand next to the entrance stage holding sparklers.

"Could it be?" asks Axis.

"I think it could!"

The Memphis Eel steps out from the back, wearing his leisure suit and "FUNK" medallion, and he's followed closely by....

"Oh, God, no...."

SJL ROAD AGENT Mr. BUKKAKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Morin shrugs at Fury, and they decide to fight the match anyway.

DING DING DING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

... big mistake.

Immediately, Morin bounces off the ropes and throws an Asai leg lariat at the Memphis Eel... who no-sells it. Fury shrugs and throws a spinning heel kick at the Eel... who no-sells it. With that, he grabs the Real American, Morin, and puts him in the Weaver Lock! The crowd, prodded by a sign above the ring that says "OLD SCHOOL HEEL HEAT," begins booing loudly, with one fan screaming, "GO BACK TO TEN'SEE, YEW REDNECK!!!!!!"

Meanwhile, Mr. Bukkake grabs Fury and whips him into a corner, then slides in with an unbelievably stiff sitdown dropkick. He stands up, with Fury seated, and starts to dance.

"Oh GOD, NO!!!!!!"

"Yes indeed," says King, trying not to sound nauseated. "It's time for the Stickface."

The camera cuts away abruptly to center ring. Morin looks at referee Brian Applewhite, confused. Audibly, he says, "What am I supposed to do?" Applewhite shrugs, then slaps the everloving taste out of Morin's mouth. The Eel grins and murmurs, "Thank yew." Morin staggers around, reaching out as if grabbing anything would help, and finally slumps to the mat. In a classic heel maneuver, the Eel grins deviously as he cranks the Weaver Lock.

"OH MY GAWD," shouts Axis. "THAT'S AN ILLEGAL CHOKE!"

"How do you know?"

"LOOK AT THE LOOK ON HIS FACE! IT MUST BE ILLEGAL, BAH GAWD!"

"Oh, grow up. This referee knows to stop an illegal choke, and he's dead sexy besides."

Morin sighs and sells accordingly, but somehow managing to turn blue and look faint. He collapses to the mat, and they cut back to the corner, where Christian Fury is grinning and massaging his sticky, wet cheeks.

"Oh, GOD," says Suicide King nauseously. "Cut back to the center."

There, the Memphis Eel picks up the limp carcass of James Morin and makes the classic signal for "PILEDRIVER!" Again, the fans respond to the flashing sign above the ring with boos and shouts of "TEXAS RULES!" The Eel picks Morin up and piledrives him loosely onto the mat. Referee Brian Applewhite calls for the bell.

"Bah Gawd, that's an illegal hold!"

DING DING DING

"Your winners, by disqualification, James Morin and Christian Fury!!!!!!!"

The camera zooms over to Ben Hardy, conveniently at ringside to talk to Chris Fury.

"Mister Fury," asks Ben, "Are you satisfied with the result of this match?"

"Don't ask, don't tell, baby," says Fury, grinning. "Don't ask, don't tell."

FADE OUT, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

November 11, 2002

We come back to the empty halls of the Alamodome in San Antonio, the sterile beige coloring of the walls making the black suited Ben Hardy stand out even more. He fiddles with his suit, straightening it a bit before he notices the the camera is on.

“Oh! Well, this is your intrepid SJL interviewer, Ben Hardy, here to give you some more backstage action from the locker rooms of the Junior Leagues. I was just about to interview….”

Ben looks around for anyone coming in any direction, and his eyes brighten up as he sees a large figure coming down the hallway in black and white garb. He rushes over to the figure, and it happens to be the former World Champ, Judge Mental!

“Mr. Hearford, do you have a couple minutes to share your thoughts on the upcoming title match?”

Mental glances down at him and keeps walking forward, mind concentrating on something more important at the moment. Ben Hardy stays at his side like the irritating little dog to the big dog of the Judge. He shoves the microphone in Mental’s face and asks another question.

“Judge, we know that you have reservations against both MVS and Matt Myers, but will this bias your officiating towards either man?”

Mental stops, raising his hand as if he is going to smack Ben right to the ground (Causing Hardy to shield himself), but instead he stops himself and grabs the mic away.

“Mr. Hardy, we are dealing with two dishonorable pieces of scum here. One of them abandons his stable, leaving its remaining two members out in the cold. The other is a cocky, talentless idiot who shouldn’t even be competing for a belt like the SJL World. I don’t see why I shouldn’t just disqualify both of them and give it to myself.” He thinks about his words for a moment and continues.

“I’ve checked through all the rules in the SJL books, and apparently I can’t give myself the belt, so one of these pretenders will have to win. Now, if you would please excuse me, I need to discuss an urgent matter with an associate.” Mental shoves the mic back into hands of Ben, and he begins to walk off again. Of course, Ben is not the one to give up on a big story.

“An associate? You’re never around anyone in the SJL locker room, Mr. Hearford. Who is this contact?”

Mental gives a condescending look down at the smaller Hardy.

“Bah. I’m far more communicative with a few others in the SJL locker room then I make out. Just because I keep my affairs private doesn’t make me a loner.” He walks a little faster, and finally reaches his initial destination: His personal locker room. He opens the door a little, trying to sneak in without showing the interior. He slams the door shut, but the camera does get view of a man standing inside. He wears a long trench coat, which hides much of his figure, but it is obvious that he is much shorter than Mental. His head is tilted down so that his face is hidden under his 30’s style hat, but the camera does catch one part of his face: A clever smirk, really just a barely contained smile, on the face of the unknown man.

Fade out….

November 11, 2002

The cameras fade back into the arena, returning to the SJL for the next event, in Texas.

"And up next we've got Dace Night going up against Jack "The Ripper", with both men fresh off big wins last time around."

"Two evil ass limeys facing off against each other, this should be fun to watch. But have we got this match anyway Axis?"

"Don't ask me about it King, Johnny Dangerous has another match tonight, and Dace is on a roll there."

"Axis, please try to be unbiased for once in your carrier. And I wouldn't count on Dace so much," King say self importantly.

"Well, Logan is still in hospital after their match, so I think that says it all really." Axis answers back.

“Don’t the Brits have something like Veterans Day Axis?” King asks

“Yes, Remembrance Sunday, they wear those Red Poppies.”

“You think it’ll mean we’ll get a nice respectful tribute match or something?” King asks worriedly.

“Please, no mock worry. This will be nasty and you know it will.” Axis quips back.

“Oh good, just checking there.” King sighs.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, as this time, making his way to the ring, from the East End of London, England, weighing in at 215 pounds ........ JACK 'THE RIPPER'!!"

The Fight Song pounds through the sound system, as twisting, warping images of London's old East End flash across the screen and Jack makes is way slowly out under a hail of boos.

Jake's pyro rips off, lightening up the arena, and creating a sinister look for The Ripper.

Swinging his cane to bat of any fans trying to get to him, Jack makes his way calmly down the ramp, only bringing down more boos. Climbing up to the ring, he hangs his trench coat aside, to reveille his classic black ring gear.

Jack flexes in the ring as the waits, occasionally taunting at the crowd to please himself.

"And now making his way out to the ring, from Birmingham, England, weighing in at 247 pounds ....... DACE NIGHT!!"

Cold Hate, Warm Blood smashes across the arena like a bomb, far more brutal than The Ripper's music. Dace marches out under the red and purple lights, staring Jack down.

A chant of "He's Hardcore" pops up from some places around the dome, and Dace throws his trench coat aside, showing off his bigger black ring attire and a t shirt proclaiming him as "More Gothic Than Thou", and climbs into the ring, never taking his eyes off of Jack The Ripper.

"And we've got an old fashion stand off right here"

Dace and Jack square up, with Dace staring down at Jack, and his spiky black hair adding to his height over Jack.

"We gonna get a good old fashioned English fight now Axis?"

"What are you on about King?"

Both Jack and Dace step back and shake hands as the bell sounds...

"Well, we've got a hand shake."

DING, DING, DING!

And both men go for cheap shots, landing right hands of the other. They trade right hands, the Dace whips Jack into the ropes, and ducks down, but Jack jumps, rolls of Dace's back and takes him over with an arm drag. Dace rolls back up, charges back, and Jack Frankensteiners Dace down to the mat, and makes the quick cover.

...!

Kickout!

"Rapid opening exchange, with Jack tacking advantage with his speed, but Dace kicks out before one."

"Well, the crowd don't seem to have the taste for The Ripper, but why are we pushing Dace, please care to enlighten me Axis."

Dace drills a knee into Jack's gut and lariats him out of his boots, as the crowd cheers for the impact.

"And don' bother answering Axis, that's why."

.....1!

Kickout!

Picking Jack back up, Dace sends him into the ropes, Jack comes flying back, goes to dropkick the knee, Dace steps back, Jack breaks onto his back but Dace jumps at the opening and splashes Jack. Back up, Dace ties up and tries to force Jack back into the corner, but Jack drops down and monkey flips Dace over, holding into his wrists.

Both men flat on their backs, The Ripper bridges up and tries to flip over but Dace over powers him and jerks Jack back to the mat. Swinging himself round on the mat Dace locks down on Jack's left arm into a juji-gatame.

"Jack hits a Monkey flip on Dace, tries to bridge but gets taken back down and Dace rolls into a crucifix arm bar."

Wriggling, Jack gets his foot to the ropes for the break.

......1!

......2!

......3!

Break!

And Dace breaks the hold after three.

The Ripper backhands Dace as he rises, only to take a knee to the gut. Face lock, lifts Jack up, but Jack swings back down spiking Dace to the mat with his VDDT.

"Suplex countered into the VDDT!"

The crowd send their boos at the East End's local.

Jack drops a series of elbows to the rips of Dace, runs off the ropes, baseballs slides and kicks Dace right in the rips, sending him rolling to the outside. With a flash, Jack is on the apron and he springboards up, over and takes Dace down with an Asai Moonsault.

"Beautiful Asai from The Ripper there," King grins.

Spring back to his feet, The Ripper throws a few kicks at the downed Dace, before lifting him and driving him down with a backbreaker.

Jumping back up the apron, Jack dives off, but lands on his feet and Dace comes back to his feet and moves.

Both men slide back into the ring. Big clothesline into the chest sends Dace rocking, and Jack comes back off the ropes with the Ripper's Bulldog, planting his hands on Dace's back and head to reintroducing him to the mat.

Jack heads up top and waits. Dace comes back to his feet quickly and Jack lunches himself off the top, dropkicking Dace low in the ribs, but Dace topples forward and lands on Jack.

"Nice top rope dropkick, but it leaves Jack in trouble."

......1!

.....Kickout!

Irish whip attempt from Jack, but Dace overpowers him and sends Jack into the corner. Dace follows him in with a lariat, smashing his arm into The Ripper, and as he slumps Dace brings him down faster with a fujiwara arm bar. Jack flicks out his foot and gets the break.

But Dace is already pulling Jack to his feed and sends him crashing chest first into the opposite turnbuckle, and gets a Yakuza Kick driven into his shoulder as Dace comes charging in.

Jack crumbles to the mat holding his shoulder in pain.

The crowd roar behind Dace as they see him going to work on Jack, pounding his back and shoulders with heavy fists. But grabbing the ropes, The Ripper forces a break, as the ref backs Dace off.

Jack ties up with Dace and drives a knee into his groin, using Dace's own body to block the ref's view of the illegal low blow.

"And Dace is working on Jack's are, but Jack fights back with a low blow hidden from view."

"Gotta love how these Brits fight Axis."

A leg trip hangs Dace throat first across the second rope, as 619 calls spring up from around the crowd. Backing off, he runs and Jack plants a kick square in the ribs of Dace. He snaps the elbow down onto the same point as the ref starts calling at him to break.

......1!

......2!

Jack lands some chops the neck.

......3!

And he backs off into the corner and smiles only to bring a torrent of jeers from the crowd.

Dace comes back to his feet, holding his ribs, only to be meet by a spear from The Ripper, sending him right back down, as Jack stays with him for the cover.

......1!

......Kickout!

Rolling over, Jack locks on a body scissors, squeezing down on the ribs.

"And Jack trying to put the vice to those ribs he's been aiming for."

Dace thrashes back with elbows trying to catch Jack and force him off. Now the referee starts to call Dace, if he wants to give up.

NO

A wild blow smashes into Jack, stunning him, Dace bridges up on his feet, with Jack's legs still locked around his waist, so he rolls Jack onto his back beneath him.

"And Dace bridges up, trapping Jack below for the pin."

......1!

......2!

Kickout!

With both men down, they try to catch their breaths. Dace comes up first, grabs the still rising Jack and jams three hard knees in quick succession to his gut, before snapping The Ripper almost out of his boots once more with a snap suplex.

Dace hauls Jack up top, leaving him standing on the second rope. Barring his arm, Dace tears Jack off the second rope, bringing him crashing to the mat shoulder first.

"And Dace just spiked Jack on his shoulder!"

The crowd cheer their approval of the damage to done to Jack, as Dace rolls him into a cover.

......1!

......2!

...Kickout!

Bring Jack back up, Dace whips into the ropes, but Jack holds on, Dace goes after him, meeting a backhand to the face from Jack. Quick and brutal chops down across the neck from The Ripper. Locking up Dace, Jack lifts him up for the suplex, and tries to drop Dace over the top rope, but

Dace lands on the apron. Jack spins round, but Dace blocks the right hand, face locks Jack and tries for a suplex over the top of his own.

"Both men try for suplexes over the top, but neither can manage it."

However, Dace still has hold of Jack, and suplexes him again, back over the ropes, and drops his throat onto the top rope as Dace sits down onto the apron.

"And Dace just Sentenced Jack over the top rope." Axis calls.

"The funny lines are my job Axis." King yells at him.

Jack snaps back, but he manages to throw out a haymaker of a kick that cracks Dace in his ribs, toppling him to the outside, leaving both men down.

......1!

......2!

......3!

......4!

......5!

......6!

Dace climbs back into the ring. They lock up, Dace whips Jack into the ropes, but Jack puts on the breaks, and brings Dace back in, into a headlock, and takes him down with a DDT. Dace rolls though and back to his feet, boots Jack in the gut and plants him with a DDT of his own. Dropping down Dace makes the cover.

......1!

......2!

Kickout!

Starting back to his feet, Jack takes a few stiff chops to the chest, and a knee to the gut and is doubled over. Dace locks is arms around his gut and wrenches Jack up over his shoulder...

The crowd cheer in excitement as Dace sets up the end.

"And Dace is looking to plant The Ripper with the Dark Star Driver."

But Jack slips down Dace's back and brings him down with a sharp neckbreaker.

"No, Jack counters with a neckbreaker."

Holding on, Jack stands back up and comes crashing down with another neckbreaker. And once again. Leaping to the top, The Ripper balances and comes vaulting off, somersaulting forwards, landing all 215 pounds with a Swanton Bomb onto the already targeted ribs of Dace.

He covers, hooking both legs for a cradle and a pin.

......1!

......2!

....Kickout!

Jack lays down stomps to the ribs in frustration, and then starts to choke Dace with his foots. The ref calls for a rope break.

......1!

......2!

......3!

......4!

......Break!

The Ripper stares down at Dace, taunting him to get up, and bring down jeers on himself.

Dace climbs up in the corner, and The Ripper rushes in with a clothesline, which Dace doesn't seem to notice.

"That had no effect."

Jack fires off a series of rights and lefts, still not moving Dace. Dace shoves Jack back and starts to hammer anyway rights and lefts, pushing Jack further and further back, and then a series of stiff elbows jams Jack into the corner.

Dace drives a knee into Jack's gut, and signals for some chops.

ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN! The crowd chants out as Dace nails Jack in his chest with ten huge stiff chops.

"Is that breaking the rope count or something like that?" King questions.

Taking a step back and a wind up, Dace levels a lariat in Jack at full force. Jack falls to the mat, clutching at his battered chest. But Dace slips down and locks on a Fujiwara arm bar, making Jack yell, but he's close enough to the ropes to get his foot on them.

......1!

......2!

......3!

......4!

Break!

"Look, Dace isn't the hold on the ropes Axis, what you got to say about that?"

Swiftly, Dace picks Jack back up to his feet, clamps down with a face lock, but Jack throws a kick, drilling Dace in the ribs, and then another. He goes to the well again, but Dace snaps his hand down, catches Jack's look, hauls him up, but Jack wriggles and drops back to his feet.

Big chop to the neck breaks Dace's hold, then Jack leaps , handstanding on the shoulders of Dace, and comes back down, with a massive DDT, laying out Dace.

Hauling himself up to the top rope, Jack perches like a vulture, and dives off, flipping head over heels, with a Shooting Star Press, but Dace moves and Jack gets nothing but good old fashioned ring mat.

Dace crawls over, rolls the prone Ripper onto his back and hooks his leg for a pin.

......1!

......2!

.....Kickout!

Dace comes back to his feet and stares down at Jack. Jack makes his way back to his feet, and ducks right back off them as Dace comes at him with a Yakuza Kick attempt.

Jack leaps, swings round and over Dace's back, plants his fist straight into his ribs and floats back over, bars the arm and hooks his leg over, locking Dace into an Abdominal Stretch.

A wall of boos swing comes up as Jack gets an advantage back.

"Jack goes for an SSP, misses and pays the price, but then dodges Dace's neck attack, and ties him up with an Abdominal Stretch, going for the ribs."

"And Jack is smart, he's got that arm bar with his good arm. Dace has been working the other arm, and Jack's just left that free, keeping any sort of pressure off it." King comments.

Jack bounces, and twisting, pulling and pressing on Dace's ribs. The ref kneels besides Dace and checks on him, but he refuses to give up, and clamps his mouth down.

Trying to shake some blood back into his left arm, Jack slaps down across the stretched ribs of Dace. Dace growls and thrashes, in an attempt to dislodge Jack's hold, but Jack just smacks down again on his ribs.

Glancing around, Jack eyes down the crowd, bring more boos on him, and looking for ropes to grab to give him more leverage. But before he realises it, Dace throws him off and over to the mat, and Dace collapses, holding his ribs.

The Ripper rolls through, comes back up, bounces off the ropes, and charges. As Dace rises to his feet, Jack comes past, grabbing his head, carries on past, pulling Dace along. Spring up the turnbuckles, Jack goes for the Stunning Leap, he flies off, only for Dace to twist and send Jack sailing over his head with a German Suplex.

"Dace breaks out of the Abdominal Stretch, Jack goes right for the Stunning Leap, but ends up being German Suplexed out of mid air." Axis shouts.

"Not a smart move by Dace, something that will send his ribs crashing into that mat like that."

......1!

......2!

......3!

......4!

......5!

And the two opponents slowly pick themselves back up to their feet..

Jack charges in for a spear, no Dace catches him with a front face lock, no Jack tries for a Northern Lights, no Dace comes back down to his feet, no Jack flips himself up and locks Dace's head, comes down for a DDT, no Dace stops him, leaving Jack on his feet, Dace takes him over with a Northern Lights, swings over on the mat, and locks on a Juji-gatame.

Arching far back off the mat, pulling The Rippers arm with him, the ref checks and...

TAP TAP TAP!

"A spear, countered into a front face lock, countered into a northern lights, plants him back down, countered into a Rios Driver, plants him back down, and over with a northern lights, and into a Juji-gatame!" Yells Axis

"Axis, damn it man, breath!"

DING, DING, DING!

"And The Ripper has tap, Dace over powered him and out wrestled him."

"Ladies and Gentlemen, your win, by submission ...... DACE NIGHT!"

The unholy roar of his theme music fills the Dome as Dace drags himself to his feet to pose over Jack The Ripper, and then ascends the turnbuckles, favouring his ribs, to soak up the crowds heat.

In the crowd, someone is coming, charging down through the rows, and leaps over the barricade into ringside.

"King, what's that? It's Spike Jenkins coming though the crowd!"

Spike slides into the ring and starts to stomp away at the prone Ripper. Jenkins hammers away on The Ripper, planting right hands on his face and shoulder.

Dace climbs down from the turnbuckles, grabs him from behind, spins him around, to be meet with a series of rights from Spike.

Dace fires back with some rights of his own, sending Jenkins reeling. But Spike cuts him off with a low blow. As Dace doubles over, Spike drops him with a DDT. Bring Dace back up, Spike sets him up for a Rocker Drop. He jumps, but Dace stands up, carrying Spike onto his shoulders and slam dunks him with a powerbomb.

"Spike Jenkins came in to try and get some of the down and out Jack, Dace takes exception to and takes it to Spike. Spike tries his old tactics, but gets a powerbomb for his troubles."

Send Spike to ropes, Dace knocks him flying out of the ring with a Yakuza Kick. He throws the horns the fans before leaving under his music.

"And then Jenkins gets literally booted out of the rind." Calls Axis, as the cameras fade out.

November 11, 2002

(The camera revives itself back to life after the lengthy break. Signs like “I CAME TO SEE MATT MYERS!” and “WE WANT VENOM!” are spotted. A throng of fans dressed as Mike Van Siclen is revealed. The camera then wanders down towards the announcer’s table. It barely settles in front of the dastardly Suicide King and the Aussie Axis).

“Welcome back to Wrath! Our show has now just started to kick up as we’re getting closer and closer to the main event!” Axis shrills.

“Yes, a wallet chain match… nothing like watching Judge Mental kick them all around the Alamodome!” King deviously admits.

“If you insist.” Axis sighs and rolls his eyes.

Suicide King opens his mouth but a sudden sound from the sound system cuts him off. “I felt the hate rise up in me, kneel down and clear the stone of leaves. I want to wander where you can see…inside my shell I wait and bleed!” Slipknot’s “Wait and Bleed” kicks up and the lights simultaneously. The fans that realize whom’s coming down to the ring burst into cheers. One strobe light then flashes on and off lighting up the arena in between the few seconds. The red and black pyro explodes hit on the right and left side, the fans then explode into cheers.

“Insane Luchador… not so ‘True Plague’ like, therefore he gets my approval to crawl into a corner and die.” King taunts.

The strobe light shuts off and the lights go on at a dim. Suddenly the Insane Luchador, Andrew Rickmen, is spotted on top of the ramp. Fairly tanned, khaki colored pants, black t-shirt, black Orisis skate shoes, and the same black spiked hair. Insane Luchador throws his arms up into the “Rock on!” sign and gets an even louder pop. His head is held up high and IL begins to strut down the ramp. He slaps every single fans hand that he can and Insane Luchador stops right by ringside. Andrew Rickmen runs a hand threw his spiked hair and he stops to pat a little kid’s head.

“Cheap. Pop.” King jeers.

Insane Luchador rolls his neck side to side and he gets tossed a microphone from an employee from the ring. IL catches it and then slides his wiry body into the ring. He rolls back to his feet and then climbs up the turnbuckle holding his arms up in pride. Insane Luchador takes a deep inhale of the musty air and hops back onto the mat. Rickmen proceeds to get another cheap pop by doing the Texas Longhorn’s gesture.

“Remember fans Insane Luchador ran down attempting to help Myers… but in the end didn’t succeed.” Axis reminds.

Insane Luchador licks his lips and has a confident grin on his face while he bobs his head up and down. The music fades off to a halt while IL begins, “And you thought you got rid of me!” The fans all chuckle and Andrew Rickmen then pauses his face showing real, raw emotion. “You can now see that I’m very well alive and healthy.”

“Unfortunately.” King simply snaps.

“So, now your probably wondering why the hell I am back. See, I’ve been around for the rise of the Clan… the fall of the Clan. I was there to see the Carnival fall and Edwin turn away for the short-lived run with the Corporation. I was there when Cyclone Comet hit the Russian Leg sweep off the god damned Hell In A Cell! I watched Thugg’s reign end, I saw Stubby somehow become the SWF commissioner.” IL pauses to let the certain boos and cheers seize. Then he glances at the announcer’s table with venom.

“I watched Suicide King sell out.” Huge boos.

“I resent that, not really, but I retired Raynor!” King boasts.

“I saw Tom Flesher ascend up the rankings… I, myself, remember looking at the TV television belt in awe.” IL is obviously beginning to get way to emotional. “I’m hooked, the SJL is my life… the SJL is my plague… the SJL is my addiction!” Insane Luchador then stops to regulate his breathing and calm his emotions. “You have no clue what pain a man feels after leaping off a balcony and then hitting a SWF legend through a table. But then again you have no clue how good it feels to know you’ve got the match won… or how good it is to see your friends succeed. How about getting thrown through some glass and then getting tortured in a modified sharpshooter? You don’t? Then you wouldn’t understand that I bleed wrestling and I bleed what I am. I shed blood for the fans, the wrestlers, and myself. This is my life and no one or no place will deny me with it!”

“Suck up.” King sneers.

IL then tries not to have a spasm with his emotions.

…

But to no success, “SO I’M THROUGH WITH NOT GIVING MY 110%! DONE WITH ALL POLITICS AND THAT BULLSHIT! I’M GOING TO CLIMB UP THAT PRETIGIOUS LADDER OF SUCCESS AND BECOME WHAT I HAVE DESERVED TO Be THE WHOLE DAMN TIME!” An awkward silence.

“Your, YOUR! SJL World Champion! I am a veteran with more talent than most give me credit for, no more will I have half ass. Never again… NEVER AGAIN will I pass up a chance to move up the rankings.” The fans cheer but hush wanting to hear IL’s next rant.

“I am the Insane Luchador… I am your people’s top choice… I am most of all the man who will become,” he has to pause to control himself, “Th-t-the. One. Sole. Legend.” With that the Insane Luchador drops the microphone and he charges onto the middle ring ropes bouncing onto them, pouring his heart out in poses to the fans. Suddenly a deafening “I-L!” chant kicks up and Insane Luchador can only grin.

“Quite strong words from Mr. Rickmen. More after this!” Axis says as the screen fades away.

November 11, 2002

"WE WILL, WE WILL ROCK YOU!”

The rock guitar riffs of Queen’s “We Will Rock You” come to a close as the fans stomp rhythmically in their seats. As the song ends, the crowd swells in cheers as they anticipate the main event of SJL Wrath! The camera flashes and zooms around on different spots in the crowd, showing some of the more dedicated fans and their stuff. One fan at the ground level holds up a sign showing a crossed out face of MVS with the quote “Talk is cheap, MVS, and you ain’t worth s***”. There are a few “Dangerous” signs spelled out by multiple people around the arena, and a few cardboard coffin cutouts are held up by loyal Ripper Swarms. We go down to ringside with the odd duo of Axis and Suicide King standing by.

“Welcome back for SJL Wrath!” Welcomes Axis, smiling into the camera, “If you are just tuning in-” But King quickly interrupts him.

“Tune back out, you lazy bastards. It’s the full time viewers who give us ratings, not you Johnny-Come-Latelys who just tune in for the Main Event. Damn casual fans….”

Axis gives an absolutely horrified look, and quickly tries to cover up King’s comment. “Umm... heh… Folks, he just hasn’t had his medication. After he takes his pills he’ll be just fine….”

“What pills? I’m just as I’ve always been you-” But before King can finish, Axis reaches deep down into his suit pocket and stuffs what look to be a couple of old tic-tacs into the mouth of King. The King of Hearts quickly punches Axis in the chin, and begins gagging as the real age of the tic-tacs begin to show. “Jesus!” He says in staggered coughs, “These things taste like they’ve been around since Reaganomics! Ugh!” He gags some more while Axis rubs his chin a little, mumbling “Well, that’ll keep him quiet for a moment…”, and continues on.

“Well, it looks like I’ll have to go through the show recap alone. Anyways, our first match was an interesting …….. match between Crowe and Silent. Though it was slightly unorthodox, it was truly a crowd pleaser. After that was a rousing match between newcomer James Morin and Christian Fury. James certainly put up one hell of a fight, showing he can hang with JL veterans like Fury. Next up was the rising star Dace Night vs. established evil guy, Jack the Ripper. Certainly one of Dace’s most impressive showings yet, and Jack brought his best as well.”

“*Coughcough* The damned *cough* Tic-tacs *cough* are stuck in my throat *coughcough*-”

“Next up was the fatal four-way ‘Remember the Alamo’ match starring Johnny Dangerous, Wildchild, and Ejiro Fasaki. A great match, with all the-” But King manages to cough out some words.

“It *cough* sucked *coughcough*, damn Dangerous *cough* and Wildchild *coughcough*…”

“…Bitter even when choking on tic-tacs. Anyways, that leads us up to the main event between Matt Myers and Mike Van Siclen for the SJL World title in a Hell with a Wallet Chain. As an added twist, the former World Champ Judge Mental beat Myers last show to become the special referee in the match.” King hacks for a moment longer, until suddenly two little green candies fly out of his mouth and onto the floor. He gives Axis a smack to the back of the head and speaks.

“Australian bastard, always trying to kill me. Anyways, Mental is the only one that deserves that title in the ring. MVS is shaping up, but he isn’t anywhere near Mental yet. Personally, I think the Judge should call the match and declare himself the winner.”

“NOW TESTIFY!”

The words are shouted right as King finishes his sentence, and out comes Judge Mental, dressed in zebra stripes and black pants. No fancy pyros, nothing on the SmarkTron; simply the Judge walking down the aisle. The crowd boos him as he walks down to the ring and climbs in putting his hands behind his back with a confident grin.

“Our special ref for tonight…. Former SJL Champion…. Judge Mental!”

“Well, it looks like Mental seems happy, but you have to wonder about what his game plan is. I’m sure the Judge can’t just give it to himself, so who is he going to favor?”

“Favor? How dare you say that he won’t be biased in his rulings! The man wasn’t a Judge for nothing.” As King continues to defend the Judge, the lights dim down and a lone blue spotlight shines on the stage.

“I shut ‘em down….”

From backstage, Mike Van Siclen steps out with his beautiful nurse Katelyn, receiving a mixed reaction: Many loyal fans cheer for him just because of his incredible charisma, but some boo because of his recent actions. Multicolored pyros begin lighting off around him as he walks down the entrance ramp, and he gives a raised fist that drowns out the boos with another wave of cheering.

“Now entering the ring is the challenger….. weighing in at 237 pounds…… the most Amazing worker ever to grace the SJL mat…. Mike Van Siclen!”

Mike steps into the ring, and leers at Mental for a moment, who only returns it with a knowing grin.

“Well, King, we aren’t the only ones who want to know what Mental is thinking. I’m betting Mike Van Siclen would pay a million dollars to know what is making that man smile.”

Mike goes to his corner, always keeping at least one eye on Mental, and begins to stretch out in his corner, and the lights go out for the next man’s entrance.

“Ah…”

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh…”

“I’M IN OVER MY HEAD!”

The strobe lights go off, the crowd goes insane, and the SJL World Champion, Matt Myers, steps out! The crowd comes alive with the music, going wild as their champion steps out give high fives to any hand that can reach out over the barrier.

“Introducing the SJL World Champion….. weighing in at 221 pounds…. He’s the most punked out man in the SJL today….. MATT MYERS!”

He walks down a grin on his face, and as he reaches the ring, he takes off his sunglasses and throws them to a lucky fan, a throwback to the old Matt Myers. After this, he lays his World Title at the time keepers table and slides into the ring, holding his arms up for even more cheers!

“The following match is a Wallet Chain from Hell match. The only weapon that is allowed to be used is the wallet chain. All disqualifications and countouts are otherwise in effect.”

One of the ring attendants pulls out a long wallet chain and hands it to the Judge, who motions for both men to come out of their corners. Both hesitate for a moment, not trusting Mental for a second. The first one to put out his hand is Myers, and the Judge quickly latches the chain onto his wrist. Mental smiles and looks at MVS, who glares back at him. Mike’s arm shoots straight out in front of him, and the Judge quickly attaches the chain to him. The special ref tugs on the chain a couple times just to make sure it’s attached well enough, and points to the time keepers table for the bell.

*DING DING DING*

“Well, this match is finally on, and we can only pray for a fair match here. God knows Mental isn’t the most trustworthy of people…”

“Axis, really. The Judge is going to give them as fair a match as they deserve. And do they really deserve this match at all? I mean, Judge beat Matt last week, despite an IL run-in, and the closest Mike ever got to that title is stealing it from the Judge when he lost his title.”

Both the men stare at the chain for a moment and MVS gives it a health tug, pulling Matt forward a little. Matt tugs back and Mike takes a few steps forward as well. Mike pulls it again, a very sharp and powerful tug this time, pulling Myers a few feet forwards. Matt stumbles towards MVS, and Van Siclen rushes up with his forearm neck height as he goes for a clothesline…. That Matt quickly ducks! The quick-footed World Champion ducks under the large forearm, and quickly runs the opposite way, jerking MVS to the ground!

MVS shakes his head, and Matt simply waves a finger in the air to say “Nope. Not gonna get the best of me in this match.” A scowl comes to Mike’s face as he pushes himself off the mat, staring daggers into the World Champion, who simply brushes it off to the absolute delight of the crowd. He twirls the chain a little bit, trying to get on Mike’s nerves even more, but MVS quickly grabs the chain and pulls it taut, pulling the grinning Myers now face to face with one angry #1 Contender. Both men look at each other for a moment, staring into each others eyes, one wearing a well-meant smile and the other a look of anger and intensity.

“Well, it looks like Myers has the early advantage in his own specialty match-”

“Axis, calling a Hell with a Wallet Chain your ‘specialty’ match is like saying a Yugo is your favorite car. Yeah, it’s a car, but it isn’t something that you go around bragging about.”

Mike continues to glare into Matt’s happy-go-lucky eyes, and his face distorts with anger. Matt got to the World title before him... he beat the guy MVS couldn’t beat twice… he got the title his first shot, after MVS failed with three of them… Fuck him. With one lightning motion, Mike brings his hand up and gives an open-handed slap right across his face! Matt stumbles to the side for a moment, a bit stunned at the audacity of the blow, but Mike continues up with a knife edged chop! Matt falls back even further, trying to recover his wits for a moment, but MVS quickly grabs the slack of the chain and yanks it hard, jerking the World Champ right into……..

SMACK!!!

One of the stiffest lariats the SJL has ever seen! Matt flies right onto his back as MVS quickly goes down to make the cover. Mental, oddly enough, goes down quickly as well and begins the count.

ONE!

T-NO! Matt gives a healthy kickout, and the die-hard Matt fans breathe a sigh of relief.

“Wow. That was pretty bad ass for a fan pleasing crowd whore.”

“Yes, King. It may be Matt’s specialty match, but no one in the SJL today has the drive to win the World Title than Mike Van Siclen.”

Myers begins to get up, holding his neck a little, but immediately MVS is right on top of him, starting a lock up between the two. Both jockey for position, trying to gain the advantage, and eventually Mike’s power shows too much for the speed-based Matt, catching him in a head lock. Matt struggles to get out of it, but MVS refuses to yield a millimeter. The champ backs up, still fighting against the power of MVS, and pulls both of them into the ropes. When the pair bounces back, Matt pushes the head lock off, whipping Mike across the ring! Matt follows Mike out to about the middle of the ring so as not to get yanked across the place, and takes up about a foot of slack on the chain. The #1 Contender bounces back, and Matt drops down under him, allowing MVS to run over him…… but not before hooking Van Siclen’s right leg with the extra slack he got. He holds on tight, and MVS suddenly stops, a look of surprise on his face as his face fall straight to the mat!

“Good ring awareness and resourcefulness by Matt there, remembering to keep some slack on the chain to free up his movement and using the chain to his advantage.”

Matt quickly rolls over and kips up to his feet as MVS clutches his face and curses on the ground. An angry look dawns upon his face, and he pushes off the ground with a fire in his eye. Again, Matt taunts him a little, showing off the extra slack he caught the foot with along with a trademark grin that the crowd pops for. Mike clenches his fist, his hand shaking as Myers twirls it around about 4 feet away from him. Not able to stand being teased anymore, Van Siclen rushes forward at Matt, who pulls up a couple extra feet of chain in an instant. Mike goes for another clothesline…. And Matt deftly dodges it again! But this time the World Champion quickly comes back up behind Mike and looping the chain around his neck!

“Wow, Matt really knows how to use that chain well! He’s tripped up Mike with it already and now he has a choke hold on MVS with it.”

“This just goes to show the dirty tactics that Myers likes to employ. Either he’s using some sort of weapon to win or he’s having people run in to help him win.”

“Aren’t half of YOUR victories with weapons?”

“Yeah, but a wallet chain? Come on!”

Mike struggles for air as Matt pulls back, trying to choke the life out of him for an easy win. MVS claws at his neck and bends over, trying to pull Matt closer, but Myers is smart enough to keep a healthy distance so that Van Siclen can’t pull him over his shoulder until…

Bump.

From behind, Special Referee Judge Mental decides to give a little more help by pushing Matt in the back with his foot. The World Champ stumbles forward, knocking right into the back of MVS, who leans back and pulls him over in a snapmare. The crowd boos like hell as the Judge look on smiling as Mike stomps the face of Myers while he is on the ground.

“Damn dirty Mental! I knew he’d interfere sooner or later.”

“Bah, Mr. Heston. Really, don’t you think he could have done that by accident?”

“King, he pulled his foot up and basically kicked Matt in the back. How is that an accident?”

“Muscle spasms, Axis. It’s probably not even the old man’s fault. How dare you accuse him of something so heinous that-”

“King, he’s as healthy as a horse.”

”Well, can’t blame me for trying…..”

After stomping the head of Matt silly, MVS raises him up and grabs his wrist, whipping him right into the corner turnbuckle. Hitting with a huge slam, Matt arches his back in pain and begins to take a few forced steps out, but Mike is right there and shoves him back in. Van Siclen cocks his arm back, and brings it forward for….

SMACK!

“WHOO!”

A knife-edged chop!

SMACK!

“WHOO!”

SMACK!

“WHOO!”

SMACK!

“WHOO!”

“MVS is really getting Matt with these knife edged chops… Ow! Another one!”

“Yep, Axis, and really like the direction that Mike is taking in his career right now. Not taking any shit, just names so he can kick ass.”

Looking at the reddened chest of Matt Myers, and gives him one more big chop this time, drawing a little blood. He looks at his work for a moment….. and smiles before pushing Matt out of the corner and onto the ground for a pin.

ONE!

TWO!

TH-NO! Matt kicks out, getting a hearty pop from the crowd.

“Was that…. A smile on Van Siclen’s face? Is he actually enjoying this?”

“Axis, if you don’t enjoy your work, why even bother doing it? It’s people like MVS who make wrestling great.”

“Wait, you were just ripping on Mike only minutes ago, and now you are saying he’s a great worker?”

“Well….. uh…… HEY, IS THAT EDWIN?!”

“WHERE?”

As King distracts Axis, Mike raises Matt up again by his hair, and grabs him by the wrist and whips him into the ropes again. Myers bounces off, and MVS pivots on his left foot, and brings up his right in a lightning fast superkick….. That misses! Matt ducks under the possible match ending move, jumping up and springboarding off the second set of ropes! Mike begins to turn around, but before he knows what is going on the World Champ puts on a front face lock and spins him into the ground for a picture perfect Tornado DDT! The crowd cheers like mad as both Matt and Mike labor to get off the ground.

“An incredible desperation move by Matt, one that may have saved him from losing this match.”

“Damnit, that was illegal in so many ways that I can’t name right now!”

Matt gets to his knees, but MVS is almost up already, and the World Champ quickly tries to think of something. He looks around….. and sees that the wallet chain is lying right behind Mike’s feet. Using both hands, Myers gives a sharp tug on the chain, and the line sweeps Van Siclen right off his feet as it goes taut. Matt wipes his forehead and gives a sigh of relief as Mike is left on the ground clutching the back of his head.

“Once again, Matt proves how this truly is his specialty match. I don’t think I’ve seen such awareness in strap match in my whole career.”

“This just goes to show everyone how pathetic your career truly is.”

Matt quickly goes over to Mike, rubbing his chest a bit after those chops, gives him a quick judo kick right into the stomach. Mike rolls over in pain, but Matt doesn’t let up, giving him another one in the back. The crowd cheers for Matt taking the advantage, and always the one to please Matt begins to pick up Mike for another maneuver. He grabs Mike’s neck, putting him in a headlock, and hooks one of Van Siclen’s legs. The World Champ puts his hand in the air and does a quick “3…2…1” countdown with his fingers for a quick crowd pop before sweeping backwards and driving MVS’s head into the mat!

“A Russian Leg Sweep by the champ, and he looks confident out there as he has taken advantage against Mike.”

MVS holds his head again as Matt gets up, and the World Champ quickly begins with the judo kicks again, giving him one right in the side. Again, turns over, but another stiff Judo kick hits him right in the back, showing no way to get out of it. Matt gives Mike another kick to his exposed back, laying out MVS with the power of the kick. Matt is about to kick him again, but he stops himself. Instead he picks Van Siclen up, and puts him in a ¾ headlock. The crowd knows what is coming next, popping big in anticipation, and Matt prepares to jump forward for the diamond cutter…… when Mike gets out of the headlock and puts his own on. MVS quickly turns away and drops, snapping Matt’s neck right along his shoulder. The crowd gives a decent sized pop but with some intermittent boos as Van Siclen slowly rises to his feet.

“Great reversal by Mike, turning the New Found Glory right into a Blackjack Neckbreaker! And oddly enough, we haven’t seen too much of Judge Mental in this match yet. I wonder why.”

Looking down at the fallen champ, Van Siclen quickly grabs some of the chain and rolls Matt onto his stomach. Mike mounts Myers’ back and begins to put the chain around Matt’s neck, but the champ quickly realizes what is going on and begins scrambling for the rope. He gets a few feet, but Mike is able to wrap the chain around the neck of Matt, putting on a makeshift chokehold on Matt! The champ struggles, clawing at the chain and reaching for the nearby ropes but Mike leans back and pulls harder. Meanwhile, the Judge has come down right to Matt’s face, asking him if he wants to submit.

“Mike has a choke hold on with the chain, and it could be over right now!”

“Well, I’m sure he’ll be a better champ that Matt was. This dumb match was mercifully quick.”

Only an inch or so out of reach, Matt stretches out as far as he can to get Mike to break the submission, but Mike just tilts his body back even more, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth as he tries to choke the champ out. The Judge asks him again if he wants to submit, and then notices Van Siclen’s head titled back. A brief smile flashes across his face….

As he pulls the ropes over so Matt can grab them! The crowd gives a small, confused pop as Matt grabs the rope and Mike’s head comes back forward to see Mental telling him to break the hold. He gives a “What the Fuck?” expression as he was almost sure that the ropes were too far away, but doesn’t break the hold as the Judge begins a five count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOU-And Mike lets the chain go, allowing Matt a little more breathing space as MVS gets off top of him. Using the ropes to help him up, Matt gets to his knees before Mike begins nailing him with kicks. The champ is hit with kick after vicious kick from the angered Van Siclen, who kicks him right back down to the mat.

“That… uh…. Dirty rat? Did Mental just help Matt get out of a submission hold, King?”

King doesn’t answer, totally stunned by Mental’s actions as the ring action continues, with Mike picking up Matt and standing him up. He grabs Matt in a front facelock, and walks with him over to the center of the ring. He waits for a moment, standing in the middle of the ring, before going swinging around under him, snapping his neck yet again across his shoulder.

“Russian roulette! That could be the match ender tonight, people. We may have a new world champion!”

Rolling over, Mike puts both hands over Matt’s chest and Mental goes down for the count….

ONE! “ONE!”

TWO! “TWOOOOOOO!!”

TH-And Matt gets a shoulder up!

“That count seemed awful slow, King.”

“Jeez, he’s counting, isn’t he? Isn’t that enough for you people?”

Mike quickly gets to his feet and begins to argue with Mental, shouting various obscenities at the older man, who begins yelling back at him as well. Furious as all get out, he gives a hard shove to the special ref, who pushes him right back and begins to threaten him with a disqualification. Mike glares at the Judge with a fierce look in his eyes, and Mental returns it with an emotionless stare….

….. which gives Matt enough time to maneuver behind Mike with the chain, wrapping it around his neck! The crowd cheers as the World Champ drags him towards the corner and the turnbuckle. He quickly steps up the corner turnbuckle backwards, with MVS still in tow, and jumps to the outside! The chain snaps Mike’s neck up against the rope, and breaks from the force of the fall!

“Wow. I’m surprised the little chain survived that long. Obviously Matt knows where to by his chains.”

Matt begins to get up as the crowd goes wild for the insane maneuver, and he slides into the ring next to the fallen MVS. Matt looks at the broken chain for a moment, and shrugs as he begins to pick up Mike again. He gets into a grapple with him, and maneuvers for a something like a suplex, hooking the leg of MVS as he tries to bring him up….

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November 11, 2002

"WE WILL, WE WILL ROCK YOU!”

The rock guitar riffs of Queen’s “We Will Rock You” come to a close as the fans stomp rhythmically in their seats. As the song ends, the crowd swells in cheers as they anticipate the main event of SJL Wrath! The camera flashes and zooms around on different spots in the crowd, showing some of the more dedicated fans and their stuff. One fan at the ground level holds up a sign showing a crossed out face of MVS with the quote “Talk is cheap, MVS, and you ain’t worth s***”. There are a few “Dangerous” signs spelled out by multiple people around the arena, and a few cardboard coffin cutouts are held up by loyal Ripper Swarms. We go down to ringside with the odd duo of Axis and Suicide King standing by.

“Welcome back for SJL Wrath!” Welcomes Axis, smiling into the camera, “If you are just tuning in-” But King quickly interrupts him.

“Tune back out, you lazy bastards. It’s the full time viewers who give us ratings, not you Johnny-Come-Latelys who just tune in for the Main Event. Damn casual fans….”

Axis gives an absolutely horrified look, and quickly tries to cover up King’s comment. “Umm... heh… Folks, he just hasn’t had his medication. After he takes his pills he’ll be just fine….”

“What pills? I’m just as I’ve always been you-” But before King can finish, Axis reaches deep down into his suit pocket and stuffs what look to be a couple of old tic-tacs into the mouth of King. The King of Hearts quickly punches Axis in the chin, and begins gagging as the real age of the tic-tacs begin to show. “Jesus!” He says in staggered coughs, “These things taste like they’ve been around since Reaganomics! Ugh!” He gags some more while Axis rubs his chin a little, mumbling “Well, that’ll keep him quiet for a moment…”, and continues on.

“Well, it looks like I’ll have to go through the show recap alone. Anyways, our first match was an interesting …….. match between Crowe and Silent. Though it was slightly unorthodox, it was truly a crowd pleaser. After that was a rousing match between newcomer James Morin and Christian Fury. James certainly put up one hell of a fight, showing he can hang with JL veterans like Fury. Next up was the rising star Dace Night vs. established evil guy, Jack the Ripper. Certainly one of Dace’s most impressive showings yet, and Jack brought his best as well.”

“*Coughcough* The damned *cough* Tic-tacs *cough* are stuck in my throat *coughcough*-”

“Next up was the fatal four-way ‘Remember the Alamo’ match starring Johnny Dangerous, Wildchild and Ejiro Fasak. A great match, with all the-” But King manages to cough out some words.