SJL CRIMSON!!!! NOV 14TH!

November 15, 2002

SJL Crimson Card, Thursday November 14th

Due: 3pm Thursday Eastern

Send To: Suicide King

Arena: The Gund Arena, Cleveland, Ohio

TAG TEAM MATCH

Spike/Dace Night vs. Jack the Ripper/James Morin

- A requested match, which seems rather odd. Spike, Dace and Jack had a bit of a melee on Wrath, whilst Morin no showed. Bah. Anyway, this should be a good match.

SINGLES MATCH

Insane Luchador vs. Wildchild

- Anyway, a newly fired up IL will be looking to get victory over Wildchild here. As you would.

SINGLES MATCH

Mike Van Siclen vs. Johnny Dangerous

- MVS tapped to the ref (giggles) on Wrath. HE TAPPED TO THE REF! BAHAHAHA! Anyway, it's forgiven, since it was the Judge. Anyway, now he will lock up and fight with Bri... Johnny Dangerous in a singles match.

MAIN EVENT

WORLD TITLE MATCH

Matt Myers © vs. Judge Mental

- Myers managed to retain the title on Wrath, after the referee, Judge, made his opponent, MVS, tap. Rather amusing. In any event, Judge will be looking to destroy Matt in this match and get back that big ol' belt.

November 15, 2002

"Axis, we're back on air, put that away man."

"I don't know what you're talking about King."

"Whatever. And welcome back viewers, to this latest, greatest Smarks Juniors League event."

"King, stick to your own work," Axis says.

"Heh, poor Axis." King sneers back.

"This is certainly the strangest booked match of the night. We've got Dace Night and Spike Jenkins, two men that went out brawling on Wrath this week, who are know teaming up to face Jack The Ripper and James Morin, and these two have totally opposite alignments, and they've both gone down to Dace in previous weeks." Axis reports.

"Whom, not who Axis. Well, Dace is three and zero without a single lost so far her in the SJL in singles action. This is probably the powers that be giving some interesting spark to these four guys, to get them working at their bests." Says King.

Funyon: Ladies and Gentlemen, introducing first from Boston, Mass, weighting in at one hundred and ninety three pounds.... JAMES MORIN!"

The crowd hail down warm cheers for the All American high flyer as "Real American" booms out over the sound system and Morin makes his way out under the American flag, as he sprints to the ring, quickly diving in under the bottom rope, and rising to his feet, jumping up and down, trying to get the crowd going.

Funyon: And Ladies and Gentlemen, introducing his tag team partner, from London, England's East End, in at two hundred and fifteen pounds ....... JACK 'THE RIPPER'!"

The lights cut, only to flair back up with the well know strains of the Fight Song as Jack swaggers his way down to the ring, taunting the crowd every step of the way, letting the boos wash over him and get him ready for what he loves best, glaring down his reluctant tag partner. Hanging his trench coat on the ring post, Jack climbs between the ropes, and stands brooding in the corner, away from Morin.

"And you have to wonder a bit King, how is The Ripper's arm doing after the number Dace did on it last time around." Axis comments.

Funyon: And now, there opponents, first from Hollywood, California, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds ...... 'HOLLYWOOD' SPIKE JENKINS!"

The lights die out as "King Of Your Own World" by Smugface beats across the system as gold sparks begin to shoot out from under the stage. After several seconds, Spike walks out from behind the entrance curtain, and steps into the sparks, when this image comes up onto the screen as he poses in the sparks.

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As they sparks die down, Jenkins lets out a cloud of smoke, before heading towards the ring. Spike walks up to the ring, mocking the crowd as he climbs the steel steps to the ring apron. Posing on the ring apron with the ropes, Spike baths the boos and jeers he can soak up from the crowd. Finally he climbs into the ring and looks around at his opponent.

Funyon: And finally, from Birmingham, England, weighing in tonight at two hundred and forty seven pounds ...... DACE NIGHT!"

Cheers and jeers mix around the arena as "Cold Hate, Warm Blood" by Cryptopsy runs across like a rage, as Dace stalks his way out under the sinister looks red and purple lights. Hauling himself into the ring, he takes up his place in the only free corner and eyes up everyone else in the ring.

"And we could end up with a four way brawl instead of a tag match right here."

DING, DING, DING!

Without wasting any time, all four men charge into the middle of the ring, Spike arches back, throwing his right leg into the air and planting a Superkick nailing Morin in the jaw quickly, sending him onto his back. Dace quickly lays Jack out with a Running Elbow Smash that looks like it knocked Jack's jaw clean off his face. The crowd cheers and jeers at the same time as The Ripper and Morin go down. Spike turns to high five Dace, only to be booted in the gut by Dace. Dace head scissors Jenkins, lifting him up and drives him down with a powerbomb down onto James Morin's chest. More pops from the crowd at the innovate offence, but some are confused about who's with whom. Still holding onto Spike, Dace brings him back up on his shoulders, Dace turns, but before being able to do anything, Spike flicks back, taking Dace over with a hurricanrana, sending him back first across The Ripper's chest. Dace lies on top of Jack for the surprising pin...

"Superkick and Elbow Smash lay out The Ripper and Morin, then Dace powerbombs his own partner onto the prone Morin, and brings him back up, only for Jenkins to Rana him onto Jack." Axis shouts.

"What the hell was that?" King yells.

......1!

......2!

Kick out!

"And Jack kicks out. Was that some sort of plan, or are Dace and Spike Jenkins going for each other?" Axis questions.

Both teams scramble up to their feet, and scuffle back to their corners. Jack yells at Morin before stepping out onto the apron and leaving him. Dace simply steps outside and smiles at Jenkins, who just shrugs and heads over towards Morin.

"And now we might get this match underway for real."

Spike and Morin head towards each other in the middle of the ring, and quickly lock up, Morin working Spike over into a top wrist lock, and twists behind Spike, pulling his arm with him into a hammerlock. Spike uses his own speed, and quickly gets a standing switch, into a hammerlock of his own. But Morin rolls through, pulling Spike over with him, pulling Spike over in an arm drag takedown. Leaping up, Morin quickly jumps back into the air, and brings a leg drop down across the back of the neck of the downed Spike. Morin quickly rises to his feet, and steps back a few feet, waiting for Spike to rise to his feet. Spike holds the back of his neck, while rising to his feet, and turns to a waiting Morin, who drives a drop kick into the side of the head of Spike. Spike quickly rolls to the ropes, hauling himself up, and shaking his head. Morin comes in once more, with right hands, but Spike cuts him off with a well place rake of the eyes, and boos from the crowd. Without wasting time, Spike leaps into the air, and kicks the dazed Morin in the back of the head with a standing enzuguri. Spike gets up to his feet, and begins to flaunt around the ring, yelling out that he is the "King of the World." Spike turns towards the now rising, Morin, and springs to the ropes, springboarding into the middle rope, and dives off at the rising Morin, planting him down again with a springboard back kick from mid air. Cover from Jenkins.

......1!

......2!

Kick out!

Spike looks at the referee, and slaps his hands three times, telling the referee that was a three count, but to no avail. Spike quickly slides to the front of Morin, and ties him up with a front face lock, pulling himself and Morin up to their feet and drags him back into his corner. He reaches for the tag... and Dace tags in. Spike grabs Morin by the arm and lifts the arm up, leaving Morin prone to a quick elbow to the lower back by Dace.

"Well, it's a clean tag, it seems Spike and Dace might be able to work together."

"Ohh, and fighting is so much fun in these situations," sighs King.

Dace grabs Morin by the arm, and quickly twists under it in an arm wrench. While holding him in the arm bar, Dace walks him back over into Jack's corner, before driving a knee into Morin's gut as The Ripper stares on dispassionately. Dace pulls Morin back into the center of the ring, and hooks Morin's arm over his neck, and quickly takes Morin out of his boots with a hard snap suplex. Dace quickly rises to his feet, standing over the fallen Morin, taunting at Jack, signaling the arm he worked over in their last match as the crowd "ohhs" on, waiting for The Rippers reaction. Morin crawls from under Dace, but Dace is still able to grabs Morin and pulls his arm out, and lets Morin tag out to Jack as parts of the crowd cheer.

"And Dace just held Morin out to let Jack make the tag, why?"

Slowly Jack ducks between the ropes into the ring. He quickly runs over to Morin, and lands a viscous kick to the ribs of Morin, sending him sprawling under the bottom rope. The Ripper pivots round to catch a right hand from Dace, but as Dace goes for a second right hand, Jack takes him over with an arm drag. Both men get back up, and a drop kick by Jack rocks Dace back, and another drop kick, and a clothesline sends Dace down to the mat. Morin is finally back to his feet on the apron, looking across to see Spike urging Dace on. Jack surges forwards to nail Spike off the apron, but is brought up short as Dace tackles him from behind. Holding The Ripper steady, Spike takes a wind up, and just plain bitch slaps Jack across the face. Dace follows through, hauling Jack off his feet, over head and down with a German suplex. Dace holds onto the bridge for a pin fall.

......1!

.....! And Spike springboards off the top rope from the apron, and hits a springboard leg drop across the legs of Jack..

"What a slap form Jenkins there. And then a German suplex from Dace, but Spike drops the leg. It broke the cover, but it also looked like it compressed Jack's spine." Axis calls.

"Nice to see Jenkins keeps up with the true basics." King smiles.

The crowd cheers as Dace flips Spike off as Spike gets to his feet. Spike walks to the ropes, and steps out onto the apron, as Dace lifts Jack up, gutwrenching The Ripper up and over, to spike him down with a shoulder breaker. He tags out to Spike, who springs over the top, and drives all his weight with is knee into The Ripper's shoulder. Jack sprawls in pain on the mat at the impact to his shoulder, still suffering from Dace's assault last week. Spike makes an ARROGANT COVER~!

......1!

......2!

Kick out!

Spike grabs The Ripper's hurt arm, lifting him to his feet, and whips him at the ropes. Jack holds onto the ropes before flying back to Spike. Spike follows him in, only to be backdropped over the top rope to the floor. Jenkins slowly rolls over onto his hands and knees and begins to pull himself up to his feet, as on the apron, Morin runs along, leaps to the turnbuckles and bounds off, with a huge plancha to Jenkins on the outside and the crowd cheers for the huge dive from Morin. Jack lowers himself to the outside, walking around to both Spike and Morin and starts to stomp away on Spike and Morin. The ref yells on, trying to find out why teams are attacking their tag partners. Dace drops to the floor, charging over to his two opponents and his tag partner and levels Jack out with a Yakuza Kick. Hauling Morin back up, he throws him under the bottom rope, back into the ring. Helping Spike back to his feet, Dace ducks, just in time to avoid a dropkick from The Ripper. But Dace holds onto Spike's feet, and falls back, slingshoting Spike over head into Jack.

......1!

......2!

......3!

......4!

......5!

Dace grabs Spike around the waist, and rolls him back into the ring, then rolls Jack back in after him, then Climbs back into his corner, acting as if nothing had happened as the ref stares on shocked. As both Spike and Jack come back to their feet, Jack goes for broke, cradling Spike up with a small package..

......1!

......2!

Dace leans over the ropes, tipping Spike on top, out of the ref's view.

......1!

......2!

Morin slides in out of the sight of the ref, rolling Jack back on top

......1!

......2!

Kick out!

"Axis, you're play by play, tell me what the hell is going on here?" King shouts

"I have no idea King. Both sides seem to want to win, but they cant seem to work out whether or not they want to work with their respective tag partners. This is just down right weird." Axis answers.

Jack rises back to his feet first, and lashes out with a brutal backhand, cracking across Spike's face, backs his off, before sending him into the ropes. Spike ducks under a clothesline, but Jack leaps, catches Jenkins on the way back, twists in mid air while hold his head and brings Spike down with a Tornado DDT. The Ripper hooks the legs for a cover.

......1!

......2!

Kick out!

Jack starts to head towards his corner, before he remembers who's in there. But Spike creeps up behind him, wrenches his head back, and falls back, driving his head to the mat with an Inverted DDT. Rolling himself over Jack, Spike makes the cover.

......1!

......2!

Bam!

Morin comes flying off the top rope, with a leg drop across the back of Spike's back, before rolling out of the ring before the ref can complain. Jack just rolls over and gets one arm over for the cover.

......1!

......2!

Bam!

Dace charges in and smashes his two fists into the back of Jack. Dace sends Jack full force into the ropes, doubles him over on the way back with a hard knee to the gut, a well practiced front face lock, and brings Jack down to the mat with a DDT. Spike runs, springboards off the second ropes, and lands across Jack with a Lion-Sault. But the ref starts to count Dace, and refuses to count the pin fall.

.......1!

.......2!

And James Morin drop kicks Dace back.

......3!

He leaps to the top rope, and nails a flying clothesline, sending Dace over the top, onto the apron.

And Morin follows up by diving over the ropes, catching Dace as he stand, and flips over, taking him off the apron to the floor with a Hurricanrana.

"And a flying Rana takes Dace off the apron down to the floor, and keeps the ref busy as well." Shouts Axis.

Spike yells and shoves the ref, who'd handed been counting the fall when he had Jack pin. The ref shoves him back, so he turns round into a spear from Jack The Ripper, tackling both his legs from under him, driving Spike to the mat. Holding onto his legs, Jack rolls over into a Boston Crab and clinches back, pulling on Spikes back and legs.

With Dace and Morin struggling to their feet on the outside, Spike has to crawl and drag himself slowly towards the bottom rope. He crawls, as the Ref starts his checks. He asks him if he wants to quit.

NO!

And Spike makes a drive with a outstretched arm, and grabs the bottom rope, barely.

.

Break!

Jack starts lashing down boots like a tropical storm onto Spike Jenkins as he tries to claw his way up the ropes, as Dace climbs back into his corner. Spike desperately catches a flying boot from Jack, he chop blocks the other leg, bringing him down to one knee. A right land stuns The Ripper, as Jenkins forces himself up, bounding off Jack's knee, he swings his other leg round, driving a kick to the back of his head, with the Dangerous Wizard, leaving both men collapsed on the mat. Spike starts the long crawl to his corner and Dace as Jack heads towards Morin, dazed.

The roar of the crowd wells up, clapping and yelling for the tags. As soon as Jack is close enough, Morin leans over and tags himself in with a hard slap to the back. Charging across the ring, he drops into a baseball slide, catching Spike and sending him sprawling forward, but it brings him close enough to Dace's out stretched hand for the tag.

"And Morin tags himself, and sends Spike flying into a tag with a dropkick, bringing their crowd to their feet." Yells Axis.

But Morin is still on a charge, and leaps up, grabs Dace's head and brings him right down with a DDT. But Dace rolls throw and lariats Morin off his feet. Holding on, he drags Morin back up, and takes him back down with a swift, sharp snap suplex, planting Morin on his back at high speed. Rolling up once more, Dace hooks the leg, and bridges over with a fisherman’s suplex, holding onto Morin's cradled form for the pin.

......1!

......2!

...Smack!

Jack makes a wild dive across the ring and drives a chop right into Dace's throat, breaking the pin, and leaving him gasping for breath. The ref forces Jack back into his own corner as Morin heads up top and back flips off, up and over, coming down across Dace's back with a perfect Moonsault.. Seen the ref still arguing with Jack, and Dace still down, Morin climbs back up top, this time to dive off and lean back for a Senton Bomb.. But Dace moves and Morin crashes back first into the mat.

"Perfect Moonsault hits, but the Senton Bomb was a miss."

"This acutely rather fun Axis."

Seizing his chance, Dace rolls back over, and locks his legs around Morin's head, forming a figure four, trying to choke him out with the Nevermortal. The ref finally makes his way back into the action. Spike leans over the ropes, yelling at Dace to grab his hand for leverage, but Dace ignores his and simply arches himself back to force more pressure across Morin'' throat and neck. Twisting and turning, Morin looks for any way out of the hold. The crowd begin to cheer Morin on, to break the hold. Dace aches back once again, but Morin bridges his feet up, giving himself the position to roll Dace over onto his front. Handstand up, Morin flips his head out from the clutch of Dace's scissored legs, landing sitting down, Morin quickly wraps up Dace's legs, and leans forwards to grab his arms. With all of his opponents limbs locked, Morin rolls back and to the side, coming up with a Mexican Surfboard.

"Has Morin ever been to Mexico?" King queries.

"I have no idea at all. Nice move though, pulling back on Dace."

Dace struggles and wrenches, hoping to over power or exhaust the weaker Morin. The ref starts to call to Dace, only to the roared down by and inhuman growling of No! Finally snapping his arms forwards out of Morin's grasp Dace leans over to his hands and knees, only for Morin to jump and spring off his back onto the ropes and spring back with a reverse splash. But Dace is waiting for him and rolls over, brings his legs up and scissors them around Morin's waist in mid air. As he holds his victim up, he grins and plants and right hand square in his face. With his legs useless in the air, Morin tries to cover up and Dace land right after left after right. Letting him go, Dace rolls over and tags in Spike, who eagerly stares down the pummeled Morin.

Leaning Morin over backwards with an inverted facelock, Spike swings round, turning his back to Morin and dropping him, neck first across his shoulder with a neck breaker, just like the Old School Expulsion. Lifting Morin up, Spike dumps him, seating on the top turnbuckle, hopping up after him, Spike clamps his legs around Morin and leans back for a top rope hurricanrana, but Morin tries to hold on. Dace springs up the turnbuckles behind him and lariats Morin hard in the back of the head, sending him flying over head over heels, allowing Spike to plant him on the mat with the hurricanrana. Both Spike and Morin lay barely moving on the mat.

......1!

......2!

......3!

......4!

......5!

And Spike tags Dace as he rolls under the bottom rope onto the apron.

The crowd cheers to see Dace back in the ring. Grabbing Morin by his hair, Dace drags in across the ring towards Jack's corner. As Morin starts to struggles, Dace simply shuts him up with a stiff knee to the gut, which brings boos from around the crowd. Taking him within tagging distance of Jack, Dace drives yet another knee into Morin's gut as he taunts Jack.

"Is Dace really going to manage to provoke Jack by beating up a partner he doesn't care about, but he can drive Jack to want revenge and make mistakes."

Jack lunges over the ropes for a punch as Morin swings a wild punch to try and fight away from Dace, but he ducks and their two fists collide in mid air. The Referee calls it as a tag. The crowd exploded as Jack is forced into the ring against Dace. Slowly climbing into the ring, Jack boots Morin out under the ropes and turns back to Dace, to take a chop to the chest, and another, and an even harder third. Back The Ripper into his corner before slinging him out across the ring into the opposite corner.

Jack throws himself up and handstands on the turnbuckles as Dace follows him in. Coming down and wrapping his legs around Dace's head, only for Dace to spin round and sits out, driving Jack straight down, dropping him face first on the mat with the Desercation. Pulling him away from the ropes, Dace covers, hooking one leg.

......1!

......2!

.....Kick out!

Slamming the mat in frustration Dace hauls Jack back up. Forcing his arm behind his back into a hammerlock, Dace ducks his head under Jack's other arm and suplexes him over onto his back with a Hammer Locked Northern Lights. Crawling in pain on the mat, Jack tries to shake his shoulder out, only to be hauled back to his once again, and have the wind driven out of him by a knee to the gut.

Underhook both of Jack's arms Dace lifts him up and runs forwards, carrying Jack with him. Flipping Jack over and driving him onto his back as Dace sits out.

"Venom Drivaahh!" Screams Axis.

......1!

......2!

....Boom!

Morin has sprinted along the apron, springs over the top rope, somersaulting in mid air, catching Dace's shoulders and rolling him over, out of the cover and into a pinning predicament of his own.

But he's not the legal man, and the ref refuses to count the cover, and demands Morin gets back into his corner. All three men come back up to their feet, and Morin and James sandwich Dace between a pair of clotheslines. As Dace crumples to his knees, Jack lunges at Morin, sick of his interference. Booting him in the gut, Jack turns round, reaches back, hooks his arm around Morin's face and bounds up the turnbuckles, comes twisting off and landing a huge Stunner from the air.

"Stunning Leap! Stunning Leap! Jack The Ripper just dropped his own partner with the Stunning Leap." Axis shouts out.

"Even I have the quote you here Axis. What the hell is going on?" King shouts confused.

As Morin rolls to the outside, to fall on the floor unmoving, The Ripper turns back to Dace to be cracked in the mouth with an elbow smash. Following up, Dace runs him down with a Running Elbow Smash, floor Jack hard and fast. Walking to his corner, Dace tags Spike Jenkins in, and calls him over for some double teaming. Slowly coming back to his feet, Jack finds himself thrown towards Dace by Spike. Catching The Ripper in mid run, just like a Rock Bottom, lifting him up, Dace drops to one knee driving Jack back first across his knee.

"And Jack just became Faithless." Calls Axis as the crowd roar for the punishment dished out to The Ripper.

Coming back up, still holding onto Jack, Dace throws him backwards, into Spike's waiting arms, to be spiked to the mat with The Highlighter. Dace smoothly makes his way back into his corner as Spike ascends the turnbuckles. Diving off, spinning round and round, he lands the 420 leg drops, right across the throat of the helpless Jack The Ripper.

"Faithless, Highlighter, and now the 420 Leg Drop, Spike and Dace are just dismantling Jack, and their is no one to save after The Ripper took out his own partner." Comments Axis.

Making a cover Spike poses cockily.

......1!

......2!

No!

Spike just pulls Jack back up from the pin fall. Seeming to have a spell of compassion, he sends Jack sliding away along the mat, as he demands that James Morin be checked on to make sure he's all right. Slowly creeping back to his corner, Spike tags himself out, to a slightly shocked Dace. Dace heads into the ring to keep an eye on the ref and Morin. Meanwhile Spike pulls Jack to the outside and lashes down with boot after boot after boot to his back and shoulder.

Morin climbs to the apron, springs over, catching Dace's head in mid air, only to have his feet planted onto the mat by Dace, and then to be throw over head. But Morin holds on, landing on his feet, forcing Dace to bridge backwards behind. Spinning round, grabbing Dace's head once more Morin bounced off the second rope but is planted once again, this time with a huge powerbomb.

"Last ditch efforts by Morin all for nothing again."

Spike jumps back onto the apron and eggs Dace on. Picking Morin up to his feet, Dace takes his wrist, hooking Morin's arm under his own neck, reaching between his legs and scooping him up, Dace lifts Morin high in the air before driving him down onto his neck.

"BLACK NOVAAA!" Yells out Axis.

The crowd explodes as they know it’s over.

Spike calls for the tag in and the cover. Dace stares at him before making the tag. Spike nearly jumps, but Dace grabs him and throws him down hard across the unmoving Morin for the cover.

......1!

......2!

The Ripper crawls onto the apron, but does nothing.

......3!

DING, DING, DING!

"Ladies and Gentlemen, here are your winners, DACE NIGHT and SPIKE JENKINS!"

Spike’s music comes pounding into the arena.

Standing up and dusting himself off, Spike glares at Dace before smiling. Jack nails Dace from behind and starts to hammer away with blow after blow while Spike just stands and stares on. Elbowing Jack off, Dace sends him to the ropes, where Spike finally decides to help, and clotheslines Jack over the top. Jack heads to the back, leaving the other three in the ring. Dace starts yelling at Jack, demanding to know what he’s up to. Jack ignores him and walks over to Morin and helps him to his feet. An enraged Dace charges full steam at Jenkins, who throws a still dazed Morin in front of him, to meet all 247 pounds of Dace at full steam with a Gore.

“GORE! GORE! GORE! Dace went to Gore Spike Jenkins, but Spike through Morin in the way. Dace just took Morin out!”

“Now this is cool,” grins King.

Reaching to the outside, Spike grabs up The Ripper’s cane, that he felt behind. Dace rolls to his feet, gazing at the wrecked form of Morin, to be nailed in the back of the head by a cane swinging Spike. Like a damn bursting, boos come flooding from all parts of the arena as Spike opens up on Dace with the cane.

Leaving Dace and Morin motionless in the ring, Spike slides out of the ring and leaves up the ramp.

As medics come out to check on Dace and Morin, Dace manages to haul himself to his feet, pouring with blood from Spike’s cane shots. Saluting Morin Dace slowly makes his way out of the ring and to the back.

“The Ripper attacks Dace, as Spike does nothing, then Spike sends him packing to the back, then Spike puts Morin in the path of a Gore, then attacks Dace with Jack The Ripper’s cane. What’s going to happen next between these two?” Axis questions as the cameras fade out.

November 15, 2002

Returning from a short commercial break, the crowd in the Gund Arena breaks into cheers. Things get quiet, however, when the lights suddenly go black.

"What's this?!" Axis shouts. King replies, "How should I know? I know everyone thinks I'm God and all... wait. I do know what's going on. I'm just not going to say." Axis snorts. "You're such a liar!"

The Smarktron sparks to life, with a telegraph spinning on the main screen. It moves on its own, tapping out.

Dee-dee-dee, dee... dee... dee... dee-dee-dee.

The crowd goes absolutely wild! The telegraph machine continues to spin and tap out the message... S.O.S.

King questions, "What the Hell are they screaming about?" Axis gasps as he figures it out, "SoS! He's back!! It's Supreme of Smack!! S.O.S.!!" "Who?"

Once again, the tapping is heard, but as the first 'S' appears, it fades out and back in, the word "Save" appears. It fades, then is replaced with the 'O'... which fades out and is replaced with the word "Our." The crowd shouts sporadically, "Ship!" The second 'S' fades in, then is replaced by the word "Soul."

"What the... ? That's not SoS!" "I think you're on the right track now," King agrees.

The letters 'S.O.S.' show up on the Smarktron once again. A black fog rolls in, and the distress signal disappears. As the fog rolls out, the letters 'DoD' have appeared in blood red.

"D. O. D.? What could that possible stand for?" King asks. Axis answers, "Certainly not anything I'm aware of... I wonder if the Commissioner knows about this... " "I should hope he does."

The lights in the arena come back up, just as the cameras cut away to another short commercial break.

November 15, 2002

FADE IN

A graphic appears on the screen, displaying the words “Flashback.”

(Announcer) “And now for SJL Flashback, brought to you by 7-11. Oh Thank Heaven for 7-11!”

FLASH TO:

SJL Wrath: Ejiro bashes Wildchild across the face with a foreign object as he sets up Flunkmasta Flexx for the Wild Ride.

“’Wild Ride’ through the glass... but Wildchild is also out of it! What did Fasaki hit him with?”

FLASH TO:

Carefully making sure not get cut by the glass, Fasaki places his body on top of Wildchild as the pair of referees both count away to...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FLASH TO:

The camera focuses in on Ejiro’s foreign object:

“A pistol? Ejiro hit Wildchild with a freaking gun!”

FLASH TO:

“Flashback” graphic is displayed.

(Announcer): “Oh Thank Heaven for 7-11!”

FADE OUT

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FADE IN

The Gund Arena blacks out as “Wait and Bleed” by Slipknot explodes onto the sound system. Red and black pyro explode as a strobe light centers on the entrance ramp. Insane Luchador races down towards the ring, as streak of khaki and emerald green. As the lights come back on, the camera focuses on Funyon, standing inside the ring. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled from one fall. Introducing first, in the ring at this time, from Easton, Pennsylvania, weighing two hundred twenty-three pounds the Innnnsaaaaaaanne Luuuuuuuuuuchador!” Insane Luchador stands in the ring shadowboxing, while still wearing a hooded green sweatshirt.

“I don’t know about you, King,” says Axis, “but I’m really looking forward to this match. Two guys who like to take risks inside the square circle, we could really be in for a treat.”

“Or we could be in for a train wreck,” retorts Suicide King. “Insane Luchador hasn’t been anywhere to be seen for a while, so he’s likely to try some kinda cockamamie stunt that could get his neck broken, and we all know about Wildchild…” Suicide King made a face. “If this guy would just forget about all of the circus crap and just wrestle, we’d all be much better off.”

Insane Luchador’s music fades out, to be replaced by “The Everlasting Gaze” by Smashing Pumpkins. Wildchild walks out onto the entrance ramp, a little less energetic than usual, but still with his ever-present smile. He walks down to the ring, slapping hands with ringside fans. Funyon continues, “His opponent, from the Bahamas, weighing in at two hundred and seventeen pounds, the Wiiiiildchiiiiild!”

Wildchild climbs onto the ring apron and poses for the crowd. Axis says, “King, you have to believe that after that… gun shot… if you’ll pardon the expression, last week on Wrath, Wildchild is going to be looking for a chance to get back at Ejiro.”

“Well, he better not look to hard,” replies the King. “I have it on good authority that the European champion is tired of seeing Wildchild embarrass himself and this sport, and plans to do something about it.”

“Folks we’ll be back to bring you this match in its entirety, right after this!”

Following the commercial break, the camera immediately cuts to the action inside the ring, as referee Eddy Long signals to the timekeeper to ring the bell.

Wildchild and Insane Luchador engage in a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Insane Luchador takes the early advantage with a go-behind waist-lock. Wildchild executes a standing switch into a waist lock of his own. Insane Luchador reverses to regain the advantage, but Wildchild quickly ducks behind Insane Luchador, and cinches in a hammerlock on the left arm. Insane Luchador is only detained for a moment, however, before he drops his weight to the mat, and quickly takes Wildchild over with a drop toehold. Insane Luchador floats over the top of the fallen Wildchild and hooks him with a front facelock. Wildchild makes use of his superior speed to slide out of the facelock and return to the hammerlock, pinning Insane Luchador face-first against the mat.

“A little bit of mat wrestling to start out the match,” notes Axis, “and a lot of quick counters.”

“What you have here,” adds Suicide King, “is just a feeling out process; these two are trying to get a bead on where the other ones head is at. This is a little closer to the Insane Luchador’s strength than Wildchild’s.”

“You’re right about that,” replies Axis. “We all know that Wildchild is fond of the aerial stuff. There’s no question that he’d rather be flying above the ring than on it…”

“Of course I’m right,” snaps the King. “I gotta admit though, I’m a little surprised to see any mat wrestling from ‘Clown-boy’ at all… maybe he’s finally starting to take Ejiro’s good advice.”

Axis snickers, “I wouldn’t bet on it. There’s no love lost between Wildchild and Ejiro. I think the only thing that Wildchild is interested in taking from Ejiro is that European title.”

“Hah,” snorts the King. “Fat chance of that happening!”

Back in the ring, Insane Luchador works his way up to knees, and eventually to a standing position.

BAM!

Wildchild’s head snaps back sharply as Insane Luchador swings his elbow forcefully into Wildchild’s face. He bashes Wildchild once more to break the hold, and runs towards the ropes, knocking Wildchild to the mat on the rebound with a shoulder block. As he runs to the opposite ropes, Wildchild springs back to his feet, and leapfrogs over Insane Luchador on the rebound. Insane Luchador comes to a dead stop as Wildchild lands, and reaches out to grab him, but Wildchild sprints out of his reach towards the ropes. Insane Luchador scoops Wildchild up on the rebound, looking for a tilt-a-whirl slam, but Wildchild reverses into a head-scissors takeover.

Insane Luchador springs to his feet immediately, and locks back up with Wildchild in the center of the ring, before grabbing his left arm and twisting into an armbar. Wildchild reverses with an arm-wringer, and shifts his hold up Insane Luchador’s arm into a wristlock. Wildchild then runs to the corner with Insane Luchador in tow, leaps to the top turnbuckle, and runs to the middle of the ropes, all while still holding onto Insane Luchador’s wrist. He drops down to a sitting position on the top rope, and springs into the ring, sailing over Insane Luchador’s head, and sends him flipping into the center of the ring with an armdrag takeover.

“Beautiful armdrag by the Wildchild,” remarks Axis.

“He could have left that flip-floppy crap back in the Bahamas,” snaps the King.

Insane Luchador gets right back to his feet, and rushes at Wildchild, pushing him into the ropes, and whipping him towards the far side. Insane Luchador tries to backdrop Wildchild on the rebound, but Wildchild flips over, and lands on his feet. He runs to the opposite ropes, and is met by Insane Luchador, who tries to take him over with a hiptoss, but Wildchild floats through, and lands on Insane Luchador, with his feet planted firmly in his stomach, and with his hands clasped around his head. Wildchild leans backwards, and takes Insane Luchador over with a monkey flip. Both men nip up simultaneously and pivot to face each other, as the crowd explodes in thunderous applause. Wildchild breaks out into a wide grin, licks his lips, and sticks his tongue out at Insane Luchador as he waves his arms into the air to sustain the crowd reaction.

“Nice little wrestling sequence by both men,” notes Axis, “with a few acrobatic counters by Wildchild.”

“Just as long as long as he remembers that the marquee out front says ‘wrestling,’ I guess I can put up with a little of his aerial crap,” replies the King. “Very little, though. I guess I’m just holding out hope that Ejiro finally got through to him.”

Insane Luchador gets back to his feet and charges Wildchild, who ducks down and sends Insane Luchador sailing through the air with a back body drop. This time, Insane Luchador is the one who manages to land on his feet, but Wildchild streaks to the opposite ropes, runs past Insane Luchador on the rebound, and leaps into the air at him. Insane Luchador, anticipating a cross-body block by Wildchild, ducks down to evade it, but Wildchild changes his body position in mid-air, and takes Insane Luchador over in a sunset flip! Referee Eddy Long runs over to the mat, and drops to his knees to count the pinfall…

ONE!

TWO!

Insane Luchador manages to roll through the sunset flip on the two count, and scoops up Wildchild’s legs, leaning forward and pressing Wildchild’s shoulders to the mat in a pinning combination…

ONE!

TWO!

Wildchild pushes against Insane Luchador’s shoulders, forcing him to flip forward, and sits up to cover him again…

ONE!

TWO!

Insane Luchador shifts his weight forward before the ref can complete a three-count, and reverses into his own cover…

ONE!

TWO!

Wildchild tries to roll Insane Luchador back through, but Insane Luchador stops him in mid-roll, with Wildchild’s back against the mat, and Insane Luchador lying on top of him. Referee Eddy Long counts the shoulders once more…

ONE!

TWO!

Insane Luchador gets a two-count only, as Wildchild locks in a waist-lock on Insane Luchador and bridges out of the pinfall attempt! Back in a standing position, Wildchild rotates their bodies around 180 degrees, and then rotates them again, so that they end up with their backs against each other, and tries to take him over in a backslide. Insane Luchador, however, makes use of his slight strength advantage to hold Wildchild at bay.

“A lot of fluid pinfall attempts and counters by both men,” remarks Axis, “which appears to have broken down into a test of strength.”

“Well, the Insane Luchador should have a slight advantage here,” replies the King. “Insane Luchador is has been known to resort to brawling, and is a little stronger than Wildchild.”

“Your right again, King,” quips Axis. “That’s two in a row for you! The Insane Luchador has developed a style which incorporates a few high-flying moves into a mostly brawling attack, while Wildchild has built his style around being effusive and elusive.”

“Well, his being… whatever you said… isn’t going to help him out here. With Insane Luchador having the strength advantage, ‘Clown-boy’ is going to have to resort to ring smarts to avoid being pinned here, something he hasn’t exactly been known for.”

Back in the ring, Insane Luchador slowly starts to get the better of the test of strength, and starts to take Wildchild over. However, Wildchild manages to use his momentum to float over Insane Luchador’s back, flipping off his shoulders, and snaring Insane Luchador’s head with a leg scissors, before flipping him out of the ring with a scintillating hurricanrana!

“Whatamaneuver by Wildchild,” exclaims Axis. “That was an incredible counter to the backslide attempt! It’s looking like Wildchild’s speed and agility are allowing him to take an early advantage here, King. So much for following Ejiro’s advice.”

“Well, you heard Ejiro before,” replies the King, “if he doesn’t want to do things the easy way, he’ll have to do them the hard way.”

Insane Luchador crashes into the ring barricade as Wildchild scrambles to his feet inside the ring, and races to the far ropes as Insane Luchador struggles to his feet. As he runs back towards Insane Luchador on the rebound, Wildchild leaps into the air above the ropes, but sees Insane Luchador moving out of the way at the last second, and stops himself by grabbing the top rope before he sails out of the ring, and balances himself on the top rope with one hand, generating a sizeable pop from the crowd.

“Tremendous reaction time by the Wildchild,” screams Axis, “and now he’s demonstrating some of that superior balance that he developed in the circus!”

“Nobody wants to see his damned circus tricks,” snaps the King. “Stop showing off, and wrestle!”

Wildchild drops back inside the ring on his feet, and runs to the opposite corner, out of Insane Luchador’s field of vision, and leaping to the top turnbuckle. Insane Luchador, believing that Wildchild had fallen outside, didn’t bother to look inside the ring as Wildchild ran across the top rope towards him!

“Turn around, Rickman,” screams the Suicide King. “He’s still in the ring!”

Insane Luchador turns around to see where Wildchild landed, just in time to see him flying off the top rope with a breathtaking twisting cross-body block that sends both men crashing to the arena floor. The crowd at ringside erupts with boisterous approval.

Wildchild rolls Insane Luchador back into the ring. He stands him up, pushes him into a corner, and climbs onto the second ropes, signaling for the crowd to count along with him for a 10-count punch. Before he can even strike one blow, however, Insane Luchador grabs Wildchild at the knees and carries him out of the corner, shifts his weight to one side, and slams Wildchild face-first into the top turnbuckle. Insane Luchador runs to the far ropes as Wildchild staggers out of the corner, and catches him as he turns around with a brutal lariat.

SMACK!

Wildchild flips 270 degrees through the air, and lands face-first on the mat. Insane Luchador waves his arms in the air trying to pump the crowd, and steps out onto the ring apron as Wildchild starts to get to his knees, clutching his collarbone with his right hand. Insane Luchador takes advantage of Wildchild’s position to leap to the top rope, and immediately spring into the ring, delivering a guillotine legdrop that drives Wildchild’s head back into the mat with force. Insane Luchador rolls Wildchild over and applies a lateral press, as the referee counts Wildchild’s shoulder…

ONE!

TWO!

Wildchild shoots his left shoulder off the mat without difficulty shortly after the two count.

“That could turn out to be a costly mistake by the Insane Luchador,” remarks Axis.

“That’s why they teach you to hook the leg,” adds the King. “Obviously, we see that Wildchild still has some fight left in him, but after a move like that, sometimes you can sneak in a cheap pinfall if you hook the leg. Now we’ll have to see whether or not the Luchador has what it takes to finish him off.”

Insane Luchador stands Wildchild up, only to deliver a swift right jab to his face. He follows up the jab with a short left hook to the ribs, followed by a right hook to the ribs, a left hook to the stomach, and a right cross to the head that sends Wildchild sailing through the air and onto the mat. Insane Luchador drops down on top of Wildchild, this time hooking the leg, for pinfall…

ONE!

TWO!

THR—No! Wildchild shoots the shoulder up again!

Insane Luchador starts to pick Wildchild up off the mat, but Wildchild manages to stun him with a punch to the stomach. Insane Luchador moves back towards Wildchild, but is met with another punch to the stomach.

“Looks like Wildchild is trying to get back into this thing,” remarks Axis.

Wildchild gets back to a standing position, and strikes Insane Luchador with a right hand, but Insane Luchador stops his momentum with a knee to the midsection. Insane Luchador forces Wildchild to the ropes, and begins to whip him towards the opposite ropes, but Wildchild manages to pivot around, and reverse Insane Luchador into the ropes instead. Insane Luchador grabs on to the top rope to stop himself, so Wildchild rushes after him, leaping onto his chest in search of a monkey flip, but Insane Luchador blocks it by continuing to hold onto the ropes. He then grabs Wildchild underneath his knees, and dumps him harshly outside the ring! The crowd gasps in unison as Wildchild slams onto the arena floor with a loud THUD!

“Wildchild may have gone to the well once too many times with that monkey flip,” remarks Axis.

Insane Luchador stands near the center of the ring as referee Eddy Long makes a ten-count on Wildchild, and then walks back over to the ropes as he sees Wildchild get to his feet, springing over the top rope, and landing on Wildchild with a beautiful plancha!

“I love it,” crows Suicide King. “Your buddy Wildchild is getting a taste of his own medicine!”

“I didn’t think you liked either one of these guys,” says Axis.

“I don’t,” replies the King. “But, all things being equal, I’m rooting against ‘Clown-boy.” The way I see it, a loss for Wildchild is almost as good as a win for Ejiro.”

Axis rolls his eyes. “Well, I’m glad to know you aren’t biased…”

“So whoever said I wasn’t biased,” says the King. “If you want unbiased commentary, tune in to one of those ESPN fishing shows you like so much!”

“Hey,” stammers Axis, “how did you know about that?”

Back at ringside, Insane Luchador picks Wildchild up, rolls him back into the ring, and climbs upon the ring apron. Insane Luchador climbs the ropes, and perches on the top turnbuckle, measuring Wildchild before he leaps off the turnbuckle, and nearly beheads Wildchild with a stunning top rope legdrop!

“Huge Air Legdrop,” shrieks Axis. “But it looks like that took a lot out of the Insane Luchador, as well. I think he may have landed hard on the small of his back.”

“Well, that’s what happens when you take stupid high risks,” remarks the King.

Insane Luchador grimaces in pain, clutching his lower back, as he crawls over to Wildchild, and covers him as the referee counts the shoulders…

ONE!

TWO!

THREEEEEEEE—NO! Wildchild shoots his left arm up at the last second!

“Insane Luchador was a little too weak to try to hook that leg,” notes Axis. “If he had hooked the leg, he may have had him there.”

Insane Luchador stands Wildchild up, pushing him back into the ropes, and again whipping him towards the far side. He swings a vicious haymaker at Wildchild’s head as he rebounds, but Wildchild ducks easily, and runs to the far ropes, where he leaps into the air, lands on the top rope, and springs back into the middle of the ring tucked into a ball, where he smashes into Insane Luchador’s chest, and knocks him down to the mat.

“Pinball attack used by the Wildchild,” cries Axis. A desperation attack, but he hit it with a lot of velocity!”

“Get up, Rickman,” yells Suicide King. “He couldn’t have hit you that hard; you’ve been beating on him for a while now!”

“King,” replies Axis, “Insane Luchador may be a little stronger than Wildchild, but he’s not that much stronger. When a guy who weighs almost two-twenty comes flying through the air at you, it’s gonna hurt… a lot…”

Referee Eddy Long stands in the center of the ring between the two combatants, and begins his long ten-count:

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

As the referee continues his count, the crowd becomes distracted by movement on the entrance ramp, and then break into a loud chorus of boos as they realize it’s Ejiro Fasaki, strutting down to the ringside area, holding his European Championship belt.

“It’s Ejiro Fasaki,” shrieks Axis. “What in the world is he doing coming down here?!”

“He’s the champion of Europe,” replies the King. “He can go where he wants to!”

Ejiro reaches the ringside area as the referee gets to a count of eight, and jumps onto the ring apron to get the refs attention. Eddy Long runs over to where Ejiro is standing, and starts screaming, “get off the ring!” As referee Long is shooing Ejiro away from the ring, Wildchild and Insane Luchador are struggling to their knees behind him, and are exchanging punches. As they slowly get to their feet, they continue to punch each other, but Insane Luchador, with his greater brawling experience, gets the better of the contest. Insane Luchador pushes Wildchild into the ropes and whips him towards the far side, but Wildchild manages to reverse, and whips Insane Luchador into the ropes instead, who runs into the referee just as he was turning around to turn his attention back to the action in the ring.

SMACK!

The loud, resonating echo of Insane Luchador’s head striking Eddy Long’s head can be heard by the fans directly at ringside, as Long falls out of the ring, and Insane Luchador staggers backwards into a school-boy pin by the Wildchild!

“Rollup by the Wildchild,” screams Axis.

“But, there’s no ref,” adds Suicide King.

Wildchild discovers, to his astonishment, that there’s no one present to count a pin fall, and releases his hold on Insane Luchador. He stands up and turns to look for the ref, when he finally notices Ejiro standing outside the ring. Wildchild turns his attention away from Insane Luchador and stalks over to the ropes, pointing menacingly at Ejiro, and swearing in French as Ejiro holds his European Championship belt close to his head, taunting Wildchild from outside the ring.

As Wildchild starts to lean over the top rope, Insane Luchador smacks him hard in the back with a forearm, and drops him backwards into the ring with a belly-to-back suplex!

Insane Luchador rolls to his feet and runs to the corner, climbing to the top turnbuckle, and looking down on Wildchild. He then looks out into the crowd and winds his arms over his head, signifying a 450 splash coming up.

“It looks like he’s going for the 450,” relays Axis to the fans at home. “This match could be over if he hits it!”

Insane Luchador leaps off the top turnbuckle and flips 450 degrees in the air, falling down towards Wildchild with a great deal of velocity, but Wildchild rolls out of the way at the last second, and Insane Luchador crashes hard on the mat.

“Nobody home,” exclaims Axis, “and this is once again anybody’s match.”

“Not if Ejiro has anything to say about it,” replies Suicide King.

At that exact moment, Ejiro climbs up to the apron, preparing to step inside the ring. Before he can step between the ropes, however, Wildchild stands up and rushes to the ropes, grabbing Ejiro by his shoulders and throttling him. Ejiro, still holding onto the European Championship, starts winding his arm backwards, and preparing to swing the belt at Wildchild’s head, as Insane Luchador runs towards the ropes and dives at Wildchild. Wildchild, noticing Insane Luchador out of the side of his eye, ducks out of his way, just as Ejiro is swinging the belt into the ring, causing him to blast Insane Luchador in the face instead!

Ejiro glares into the ring snarling, frustrated by the fact that he missed his intended target. So frustrated, in fact, that he doesn’t notice Wildchild spring back to his feet and swing a stunning right hand at his head. Wildchild runs to the near corner as Ejiro stands stunned outside the ring, and springs off the second turnbuckle over the top rope, snaring Ejiro’s head as he passes over, and driving him into the arena floor with a devastating Tornado DDT!

“OH MY GAWD,” screams Axis. Tornado DDT to the outside!”

“Now, what the hell was the purpose of that,” yells Suicide King. “Ejiro wasn’t involved in that match!”

“You can’t be serious,” scolds Axis. “Ejiro was a half-second away from taking Wildchild out of the match; his speed was the only thing that saved him!”

Wildchild picks Ejiro up, bending him forward, and interlocking his arms with Ejiro’s, before twisting underneath him and lifting him into the air and driving Ejiro head-first down into the steel ramp!

“OH MY GAWD~! Wild Ride on the ramp,” exclaims Axis. “Ejiro’s out cold!”

Turning his attention back to the referee, who was just starting to get back to his feet, Wildchild helps the ref back into the ring, and climbs onto the apron himself, only to be head butted in the midsection by a charging Insane Luchador. Insane Luchador then cinches Wildchild in a facelock suplexes him inside the ring! He floats over and covers Wildchild as the referee crawls over to make a count:

ONE!

TWO!

THR—No! Two count only, as Wildchild gets his left shoulder up!

Insane Luchador picks Wildchild up and drags him over to the corner, standing up on the second turnbuckle behind him, and applying a Full Nelson to Wildchild.

“The Brink of Insanity,” cries Axis. “This has got to be it!”

Insane Luchador climbs up to the top turnbuckle while still holding onto the Full Nelson, but Wildchild struggles frantically, and eventually breaks free of the hold, falling back to the mat. Insane Luchador repositions himself on the top turnbuckle to jump off with a missile dropkick, but before he can react, Wildchild leaps onto the top rope beside him, springs into the air, and lands on his shoulders! Wildchild arches back and takes Insane Luchador off the top turnbuckle with an amazing hurricanrana!

“Whatamaneuver,” exclaims Axis. A hurricanrana off the top rope! Whatamaneuver!”

The crowd erupts as Wildchild reaches back to grab onto Insane Luchador’s legs, and leans back forward as the referee counts the shoulders:

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!!

The crowd erupts anew with applause as the referee motions for the timekeeper to ring the bell. Wildchild pulls himself with the help of the ropes, as the referee raises his hand in victory. Funyon rises from his ringside seat, and speaks into the microphone. “Here is your winner, the Wildchild!”

Wildchild walks over to the corner and climbs onto the second turnbuckle, raising his arms to the crowd. As the audience applauds the victor, Wildchild turns his head suddenly towards the outside of the ring, and glares down at Ejiro. He then climbs off of the turnbuckle and out of the ring. Wildchild walks over to the concussed Ejiro and picks up his belts. He then stands over the top of him, pointing down at him and snarling. “I’m comin’ for you next, Ejiro! You’re not long for dis belt, mon ami!” He then slams the belt down on Ejiro’s chest and begins walking back up the ramp, raising his arms to elicit one last pop from the crowd.

“It looks like Wildchild was serious when he said that this was far from over,” remarks Axis. “In fact, it looks like business is just starting to pick up! And folks, don’t go away! We’ve still got the Main Event to come; Judge Mental will try to get the World Title back from Matt Myers! But coming up next, it’s Mike Van Siclen facing Johnny Dangerous. We’ll be right back!”

As we:

FADE OUT

November 15, 2002

Cleveland, Ohio

With the theme pumping from every corner of the Gund arena, SJL Crimson comes back on air. The cameras place their attention on the crowds for a moment, catching the near capacity crowd screaming, cheering, and all around having a damn good time. But before we can leave the crowds alone, a few of the more select and cooler signs like “Matt Myers has Mattitude!”, and “Dace Night makes my Night”, as well as “J2: Judgement night” are shown.

“Welcome back to SJL Crimson!” says Axis. “We have had one hell of a night so far, and its only about to get better as Johnny Dangerous is set to take on Mike Van Siclen!”

“This is going to be a disaster if I ever saw one,” the Suicide King says, “Johnny Dangerous doesn’t stand a chance against Mike Van Siclen!”

“Normally I would strongly disagree with you, but the facts are all there, and your right! Looking at Johnny’s record it looks like he doesn’t stand a fair chance against Mike Van Siclen. Johnny has his work cut out for him in this match, to prove everyone wrong, and reinsert him self into a title scene.”

“He doesn’t stand a chance, that’s for damn sure. Johnny Dangerous has no BUSINESS challenging Mike Van Siclen to a match, he can’t even stop Jack the Ripper!”

“Well lets get this on than,” says Axis, “no need to procrastinate any further.”

“Johnny Dangerous!”

Limp Bizkits theme for “Mission Impossible II” roars through the speakers as Johnny Dangerous makes his grand entrance, stepping through the curtains much to the delight of the crowds! Behind him the SmarkTron flickers to life with a clip of Johnny decked out in his traditional spy gear, diving from a helicopter and catching the wing of a small Cesna plane!

“Introducing first in this match scheduled for one fall,” bellows Funyon from inside the ring, “weighing in at two hundred five pounds, and hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada…. JOHHNNNNNYY DANGEROOUUUUUSS!!!”

“I hope he has insurance, cause he’s headed for the hospital after this one.”

“I shut ‘em down….”

The lights quickly fade as LL Cool J’s “Shut 'Em Down” thunders through the arena and a single blue spotlight illuminates the entrance ramp. Mike Van Siclen steps through the curtains with the always beautiful Katelyn at his side, and is swarmed with jeers and cheers from this indecisive crowd! None the less he struts down the ramp as streams of multicolored pyrotechnics fire off behind him, paying no mind to what this crowd thinks!

“His opponent,” continues Funyon, “weighing in at two hundred thirty seven pounds, from Harrison, Illinois, the Amazing One….MIKE! VAN! SICLENNNN!!!”

“I don’t think he could have PAID for a better introduction than that!”

Mike slides into the ring, and storms right over to Johnny Dangerous, getting right in his face! “He-he,” he says with a smile, “this is going to be fun.” He takes a step back from Johnny with his eyes locked on him, cracking his knuckles in anticipation.

“Van Siclen looks eager to get this one started.” Notes Axis.

As if on cue, Van Siclen immediately swings his fist out and socks Johnny straight in the jaw!

Crack!

Ding! Ding! Ding!

“Anthony Michael Hall has signaled for the bell, and this one is underway!”

Johnny stumbles back from the unexpected blow and before he can even think about reacting, Van Siclen is all over him like white on rice, dropping fist into every opening he can find!

WHAM!

Mike grabs Johnny by the arm after pounding him, whips him to the ropes, and levels him with a MONSTER clothesline as he returns!

“My word,” says Axis, “I wasn’t expecting Johnny to win, but Van Siclen is completely decimating him in there!”

“Would you expect any less from the man who by all rights SHOULD be the World Champion?”

Johnny scrambles to his feet, holding tight to his neck as he stumbles forward and grabs onto the top rope, taking a moment to clear his head. Van Siclen isn’t about to let Johnny have any room to breathe and keeps the pressure on, surprising the Barracuda when he locks his arms around his waist, and jerks him off his feet! Johnny tries to grab onto the ropes but isn’t quite quick enough and ends up having the back of his neck slammed into the mat!

WHAM!

“A quick little Belly to back by Mike Van Siclen!” Axis calls. “If Johnny want’s to stay in this match he better get some offense in there!”

“Pfft! Johnny has about as much offense as the Cleveland Browns.”

“Ouch,” Axis grimaces, “You better watch out there, Cleveland has some pretty rabid football fans.”

Back to the action at hand, Mike reaches down and jerks Johnny to his feet by his head, rears back with his fist, swings forward for another lethal punch…

… but Johnny quickly throws his arm up in the nick of time, wraps it around Van Siclen’s arm, side steps, and WRENCHES back on it, sparking a surge of cheers! “AHHH!” Mike hollers out in pain, feeling his shoulder about to separate from his arm, just before Johnny drives his knee into Van Siclen’s gut!

“Johnny is starting to show some signs of life here!”

Mike doubles over and grabs on to his stomach, gasping for air when Johnny releases his arm, trading it for his head, and spikes the Amazing One’s head into the mat with a DDT!

WHAM!

Johnny waste no time trying to take advantage of the situation and drops right down for a cover!

One!!

“Not quite,” says Axis as Mike throws his shoulder up right after the first count, “He’s going to need to deal out a little more damage than that!”

Van Siclen shakes his head as he begins to get up; making sure nothing was knocked loose, and trying to clear the slight dizziness after being dropped on his head. He smacks the side of his head a few times, looks up, and sees Johnny closing in at top speeds with a clothesline, but the Amazing one quickly drops down to dodge the attack! Johnny sails right past him, but shows no signs of slowing down and hits the opposite ropes, rockets off them and…

CRACK!!

Johnny is floored when Mike jumps into the air and nails him with a drop kick to his chest!

“Beautiful counter by Mike Van Siclen!” Says the Suicide King! “This man is starting to remind me of my younger wrestling years!”

“You mean like when you got beaten by Jay Dawg in your second match?”

“Shut up, Axis!” the Suicide King snaps! “I didn’t ask you for a trip down memory lane, besides I was feeling a little under the weather that night!”

Finally tired of Johnny’s little tirade, Van Siclen drops down onto Dangerous with a cover.

“Put him away, you’ve had enough of a workout for one night Mike!”

One!!

Two!!

… And Johnny throws his shoulder up just after Anthony reaches the count of two!

“Oh come on, Johnny!” Pleads the Suicide King. “You are just asking for more trouble by not staying down!”

“You expect him to just throw in the towel and give up?”

“Well hasn’t he figured out by now that he isn’t going to defeat Mike Van Siclen? He’s just going to receive more of a beating now!”

Mike grabs onto Johnny and pulls him to his feet, ducking down as the Super Spy weakly swings his fist out, pops back up and wraps his arms around Johnny’s waist. No! Johnny throws his leg out resisting as Van Siclen attempts to lift him up for a suplex! The Amazing one releases, pushes him back, and pimp slaps Johnny right across the face!

SLAP!

Johnny stammers back holding his face, somewhat surprised at the method of attack and spins around just as Van Siclen pimp slaps him again!

SLAP!

“By Gawd,” says the Suicide King, “Mike Van Siclen is treating Johnny Dangerous like the straight up bitch that he is!”

Angered, Johnny dives for Van Siclen ready to tear into his flesh like a starving vulture, but the Amazing one is two steps ahead and leap frogs right over him! Johnny jumps back to his feet, and dives right back to the mat as Van Siclen swings his foot out…

… and kicks Anthony Michael Hall right in the head, dropping the poor referee to the mat for what will probably be an eternity!

“He hit the Referee!” Axis shouts! “That foot was intended for Johnny Dangerous, but Johnny was a little to quick for it!”

“If this gets Mike Van Siclen disqualified I’m going to hurt somebody! Johnny should of just stood there and took the kick! Now look, poor Anthony Michael Hall’s entire head has caved in!”

“You want Johnny to just stand there and let somebody kick him in the head?”

“Damn straight! This is a brutal business we are in, it comes with the job!”

Mike’s jaw drops when he sees his mistake as does Johnny’s, who walks over and shakes Anthony, checking to see if he’s still alive. Big mistake for the Super Spy, leaving himself wide open as Van Siclen rushes in from behind and Bulldogs Dangerous’ head into the mat!

WHAM!!

“Sneak attack by Mike Van Siclen!” Says Axis. “He took complete advantage of Johnny there, which should serve as a valuable lesson! Never turn your back on your opponent!”

Once again Mike grabs onto Johnny’s big head and drags him too his feet, rears back and cranks his fist into Dangerous’ forehead!

WHACK!

Johnny stumbles across the ring, completely out of his element, giving Siclen the perfect chance to grab onto him, lift him up, flip him over, and…

SssSLlLAAAMMMMMMMMMM!!!

“VAN SLAMINATOR! VAN SLAMINATOR! Mike Van Siclen has dealt the fatal blow to Johnny Dangerous!”

“Damn right he has,” Adds the Suicide King, “as this just proves the point that Johnny Dangerous is not ready to compete with the big boys! Send him back to curtain jerking where he belongs!”

Van Siclen drops onto Johnny with a cover, but the Referee is passed out in the corner like he had been on an all night drinking binge!

“WAKE UP!” Mike shouts! “GET YOUR LAZY @$$ UP!”

After what seems like forever and a day later, Anthony awakens to see Mike draped over Johnny with a cover, and begins to summon the strength to weakly crawls over to make the count.

“Come on hurry up, you damned Breakfast Club reject!”

“He’s going as fast as he can, considering that awful blow he took!”

Finally after what seems like forever and a day, Hall finally comes close enough to dish out the fatal three…slowly raises his hand, and…

“HURRY UP!”

ONE….

“This is the slowest count I have ever seen!”

TWO….

T

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NO!! BY GAWD, NO!! JOHNNY THRUST HIS SHOULDER UP JUST BEFORE THE REFEREES HAND COMES DOWN FOR THREE, AND THE CROWDS LAUNCH INTO A HUGE CHEER!!

“OH MY GOD!” Axis stands from his seat, with a look of shock scribbled all over his face with a big fat charcoal pencil! “Johnny Dangerous just kicked out of a Van Slaminator, I can’t believe it!”

Van Siclen can’t believe it either, and it shows with his mouth gapping, and his eyes open wider than a fifty-cent whore! “DAMN!” He slams his fist into the mat in a slight fit of rage, then rockets to his feet! “GET UP! COME ON YOU STUPID @$$ WANNA BE SPY, GET UP!” He fumes as spit flies all over the place, showering all over Johnny and the ring!

“Mike does not look the least bit like a happy camper right about now.”

“No, You think?”

Slowly Dangerous begins to push himself up, and reaches out for the nearby ropes to assist him, but that just isn’t quite quick enough for Van Siclen, who grabs onto Johnny by his hair, and ferociously jerks him too his feet! Johnny howls in pain feeling his hair about to be torn from his scalp as Mike jerks even harder!

“Let’s see you kick out of this!” Van Siclen sinks his foot deep into Johnny’s gut, doubling him over as he tries to regain his breath, and THRUSTS the Super Spy’s head in between his legs!

“HERE IT COMES, AXIS!” Shouts an ecstatic Suicide King as he grabs Axis by the arm, vigorously shaking him in anticipation! “HERE IT COMES!”

Reaching down to Johnny Dangerous, Van Siclen straightjackets his arms around the Barracuda’s neck …

“BAM!”

… grabs onto his waist, lifts him up…

“OW!”

… begins to bring Johnny forward right before he drops to his knees…

“FU…”

… WHEN JOHNNY LOCKS HIS ANKLES AROUND VAN SICLEN’S NECK, TWIST HIS BODY, AND FLINGS THE POOR MAN’S RVD TO THE MAT LIKE A RAG DOLL!!

WHAM!!!

The crowds rise to their feet with a HUGE roar of approval, but unlike the crowds the Suicide King is horrified! “SON OF A B*TCH!”

“That’s my sentiments exactly, King! Johnny Dangerous just reversed one of Mike Van Siclen’s most fatal moves with a Head Scissors Takedown, and this crowd is on their feet, riddled with excitement!”

“How can anyone be happy? Johnny Dangerous just robbed us of seeing a Bam-Ow, F<Beep>k! You wonder why I hate Johnny Dangerous so damn much? That’s why! He is always destroying good entertainment!”

Finally to his feet, Johnny massages his throbbing head for a moment before closing in on Van Siclen, who is more than stunned, stammering across the ring like a drunken sailor! Johnny grabs onto Mike’s arm, spins him around to face him, draws his arm back as far as he possibly can, and with enough power to knock a hole through a brick wall, SMASHES his fist into Van Siclen’s temple!

WHAM!! The punch knocks him back into the ropes, which after being leaned into can only propel him back towards Dangerous, who slams his fist right back into Mike’s skull! WHAM!!

“Johnny Dangerous is on fire!” Shouts Axis! “Can he take this all the way, and convert it into an upset over Mike Van Siclen!”

The crowds begin to rally behind Johnny stronger than they have all night, cheering loudly as the watch the Super Spy making a huge move over the former World Title Contender, and finally looking like he might actually have a fighting chance!

“Come on, Johnny! Your almost there!” Axis cheers.

They watch closely as Johnny makes a complete three hundred and sixty degree spin, brings out his foot, and LEVELS the Amazing One with a strong spinning heel kick! CRRAAACCKKK!!!

Mike’s eyes roll into the back of his head one second after the final blow is delivered, then sways for a moment before falling to the mat like a freshly cut tree - And the roar of the crowds becomes almost DEAFENING!

“What the hell does he think this is? A kick boxing ring?” The Suicide King shakes his head in confusion, hoping to hear some kind of answer to sooth his burning question. “I seriously hope he doesn’t think THAT is going to keep Mike Van Siclen down for a three count!”

“Maybe not,” says Axis, “But it might give him just the leverage he needs to pull a win out of this!”

Johnny lowers himself down in preparation, anxiously waiting as Mike begins to stir, waiting to deal a deadly blow to Van Siclen’s ego, and his status. Mike slowly rolls over onto his stomach, and reaches out for the nearby ropes, grabs on to them, and starts to pull himself to his feet.

“What the hell is Dangerous doing? Waiting for Christmas?” Throwing his arms into the air, The Suicide King is ready to give up on guessing at the stupidity running through the brain of Johnny Dangerous!

Finally to his feet, Van Siclen rubs his tender forehead, shakes the cobwebs off, and turns…

“NO, DON’T TURN AROUND!”

… turns…

“NO, DON’T”

CCRRAAAAACCKKKK!!!!

… Right into a Super Kick from Johnny Dangerous! Before he even realizes what happened, Mike Van Siclen is literally lifted off his feet when Johnny’s foot sinks into his jaw, and knocked flat on his back in the middle of the ring!

“JOHNNY KICK, JOHNNY KICK!” Celebrates Axis! “He just Johnny kicked him straight out of his shoes!”

“It can’t end like this! This is not how you treat a future World Champion!”

“The HELL it can’t,” Axis counters, “and if he can’t take it he doesn’t need to be World Champion!”

The crowds rise from their seats, launching into a frenzy as Johnny slides over to Van Siclen, waiting to see the one move they beg him to pull out every time he wrestles! The second he takes off for the ropes, they know their wish is about to be fulfilled!

“THIS IS IT! THIS IS IT!”

Johnny dives into the ropes, stretching them back farther than they were even designed for, then rockets off them at an alarming rate, leaving a dust cloud in his wake, and heads right for Van Siclen! With only inches to spare before running right over the top of Mike, Johnny leaps into the air, flips, clenches his fist together-

“HE’S GOT IT!”

AND SMASHES HIS FIST INTO MIKE VAN SICLEN’S STERNUM!!

WHHAAAAMMMMM!!!

“ARMED AND DANGEROUS! BY GAWD HE GOT IT OFF, AND PLANTED IT RIGHT INTO THE HEART OF MIKE VAN SICLEN! THIS ONE IS OVER!”

Johnny hooks onto Van Siclen’s leg and rears back on it, lifting half of his body up, but firmly pinning his shoulders into the mat! Anthony Michael Hall slides in like he were trying to make the winning point for World Series, and begins to make the count with the crowd chanting along!

ONNNEEEEEEE!!!

TWOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEE!!!!

DING! DING! DING!

The “Mission Impossible II” theme rumbles through the arena in celebration of Johnny’s victory as the crowds loose total control, cheering wildly, and toasting their cups of beer! Anthony Michael Hall grabs Johnny’s hand and raises it in victory as Funyon makes his way into the ring with a microphone in hand to make the obvious known to the oblivious.

“The winner of this match…. JOOOOOHNNY DANGEROUUUUUUSS!!!!”

“He’s done it!” Axis shouts. “Despite all the odds running against him for this match, Johnny Dangerous has defeated Mike Van Siclen!”

“Well he had to pull out some cheap tactics to get the job done! Sneaking in behind him as the poor man is trying to recuperate, what a class act!”

“There isn’t anything wrong with that!” Axis counters. “You have to strike when you have an opening if you expect to win, which is what Johnny Dangerous did, and win he did!”

“I just don’t think that’s setting the proper example for our youth.”

“Oh, and you are?”

“I’m not even going to go there on that one, Axis. Instead I’m going to tell all these folks at home how EXCITED I am for this next match coming up!”

“Well a hell of a match I’m sure that will be. Judge Mental challenges Matt Myers, for what Judge calls HIS World Championship when we return!”

“I can’t wait!”

Before Johnny makes his final exit for the night, he turns back to the crowds at the top of the ramp, and raises his arm out to them once more! He smiles as they respond to him with an overwhelming cheer, then turns to head through the curtains as SJL: Crimson cuts to a commercial.

November 15, 2002

“…. ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST….”

The famous hit by Queen slowly fades as the Gund Arena comes back into view, throngs of fans filling the seats as the Main Event of SJL Crimson is about to begin! The Cleveland crowd cheers like made and the camera focuses in on a couple of the more dedicated fans out there. One of the shots shows a couple of the ground floor fans waving “Ejiroholics Anonymous” signs, a couple others wear mock Wildchild masks and waving “The Wildchildren of the SJL!” signs. The few Mental fans sit together (Probably so they don’t get their asses beat by the many MVS fans in the building) and hold up a big sign reading “This is the Courthouse that Judge Mental built”. The camera cuts down to ringside, where the always affable Axis and the ever infamous Suicide King are ready to begin the show.

“Welcome back to SJL Crimson, folks! We’ve had a blockbuster lineup of matches tonight, with a hot tag team opener, with Spike Jenkins and Dace Night going up against James Morin and Jack the Ripper. Certainly two mismatched teams, but it was a great match-”

“-If restholds and blown spots are your fancy-”

“-After that was the fast and furious match between Wildchild and Insane Luchadore, with some incredible high spots-”

“-That makes me want to ground both of those idiots for not doing even one of them correctly-”

“-And finally leading up to one of the premier matches of the night, Johnny Dangerous fighting Mike Van Siclen. Both men had an incredible bout, each putting up an incredible effort-”

“-Which matches that of Bradshaw after a quad tear.”

Axis gives King an angry glare, which King replies with a gleeful smile.

“Anyways, we are now up to the Main Event, a World Title Match between Judge Mental and current champion, Matt Myers. Coming into this match, Matt really is playing the underdog after a loss to the Judge right after his title win and a questionable victory on the last show over Mike Van Siclen. Myers is going to have to put everything he has into beating the Judge tonight.”

“For once, Axis, I totally agree. Let’s face it, In Matt’s last to matches, Judge has made both of the pinfalls. And he was the special ref in one, for God’s Sake! When the Judge claims victory when he’s the special ref, there are definitely problems with the champ. That problem is that Matt Myers is the champ and Judge Mental isn’t. Tonight I think we’ll see a nice squash by the Judge so he can regain his rightful place as the SJL World Champion.” As King finishes his comments, the lights go out, leaving the arena totally black.

“Ah…”

“Ahhhhhhhhhh…”

“I’M IN OVER MY HEAD!”

The crowd goes absolutely insane as the arena begins to strobe as “Over My Head” by Lit Up blasts from the speakers across the arena, and out comes Matt Myers, World Title slung over his right shoulder and a mic in his left hand. Through the stop-motion effect of the strobes, the camera sees Matt bring up the mic to his mouth.

“Hey, people, this is your World Champ speaking,” And the crowd nearly drowns him out with another huge pop, but he goes on, “I’ve got something to say, and I’ve been meaning to say it since the last show.”

The strobe lights shut off and Matt begins to slide into the ring with the mic, and King makes a guess at the announcement.

“Maybe he finally realized what a loser he is and is going to forfeit the belt right now. Smart man….”

After rolling into the ring, Matt quickly stands up and looks out at the crowd around him, taking off his sunglasses so he can see them better as he begins to speak.

“Well, I’ve had a small problem with a man named Judge Mental.” The crowd boos like mad, but he keeps going over the noise. “Yeah, I know what you mean; he’s really been a thorn in my side. He beat me my first match with the title, and then he ruined my Wallet Chain from Hell match. I really haven’t been the champion I wanted to be, but tonight I’m gonna prove to you how good I really am. I’m gonna beat the Judge again, and show you people why I won this belt in the first place!” Matt holds the belt up over his head, and the crowd goes wild at as Matt keeps pushing them. “Yeah, last time I faced him one on one, he knew me inside out. But not this time, oh no no no no. He’s gonna find out that I’m one guy he can’t predict, and that’s why-”

“NOW TESTIFY!”

Suddenly flaming pyres shoot up from the stage and Rage Against the Machine’s “Testify” blasts out of the PA system, causing Matt and the rest of the people in the arena towards the entrance ramp. The lights darken, the song quiets down, and a familiar voice fills the arena.

”Matt, Matt, Matt….” Says the voice in a patronizing tone. On stage, there is smoke filling up the stage, making it hard to see anything except for shadows moving around the backlit entrance. A figure appears in the smoke, stopping and standing for a moment.

“That doesn’t look like the Judge at all….” Says Axis. “The Judge is much taller than that. What the heck is going on?” The figure steps away from the entrance and the light, and disappears yet again backstage, and the voice comes back again.

“You think you know what you are up against? I’m the best, Matt. You haven’t even been able to win a fair match with that belt on, and you think you can beat me?” The voice laughs, and another figure appears in the smoke. It doesn’t look like the last one, but is around the same size. It stands in the light a for a few moments and exits the same way.

“Matt, you can’t even touch me. I’m going to hit you from every direction and you’ll just fall all the rest….”

CLANG!

The lights come up quickly after the metallic noise, and we see Judge Mental with a chair and a fallen Matt Myers on the ground!

“Mental must have come in from the crowd! And that message, it must have been a recording! Damn it, the Judge gets dirtier and dirtier every time we see him!”

“Which is exactly why he’s the best in the SJL today, Axis. I guess an old dog can learn new tricks.”

Mental raises the chair again for another strike, causing Matt to cover his head, but the quick-thinking Matty Kivell signals to the timekeepers, who quickly ring the bell!

*DING DING DING*

The Judge looks over at the referee with an angry scowl, and quickly throws the chair out of the ring. He goes for the quick cover, but as Kivell rushes over and goes down Matt gives a healthy kickout before the count. The Judge mutters a silent curse, and quickly rises and begins pummeling Matt’s shoulder with boot stomps. The crowd is close to riot at the actions of the Judge, giving him helpings of Thug-sized heat. Mental stops his stomping for a moment and pulls Matt up by his arm.

“Well, the Judge certainly taken advantage of his evil actions, and is already concentrating on that shoulder.”

The crafty and conniving veteran brings Matt up to his feet and immediately gets in a tie up with the lighter man. Quickly using his strength advantage, he gets a good grip on Myers and rockets him into the air and back to the ground in one lightning motion for a perfect snap suplex! Matt arches his back a little and holds his shoulder in pain, but the Judge wastes no time, immediately rolling over and trying to put on a leg scissors on Matt’s arm. Struggling and wiggling around, Myers desperately tries to get lose of the hold and make it to ropes. The Champ ducks his head under the Judge’s arms, and kicks himself closer and closer to the ropes until he finally reaches it, and Kivell quickly forces Mental to get off top of Matt before he can do any damage.

“Great awareness there by Matt, instantly recognizing the hold and being able to get to the ropes before the Judge could cause any harm.”

Matt begins to use the ropes for help, but the old man quickly rises and begins to boot Matt in the arm, but as he is about to lay on another heel to the Champ’s tender shoulder, Myers catches it under his arm. There is no time for the Judge to do anything as Matt quickly sweeps the other leg out from under him and drops Mental right to the ground. Matt uses the ropes to get to his feet and quickly gives a stiff Judo kick to the back of the fallen Judge.

“Matt comes back with a quick sweep take down, and now he is dishing out the kicks.”

Matt gives another stiff Judo kick to the rising Judge, dropping him right back to the ground.

WHAP!

A stiff judo kick to the neck of the downed man, causing him to pull his hands over his head and neck for protection.

WHAP!

Another one in the same area, and the Judge gives a grunt of pain as he tries to protect his neck from the vicious kicks of Matt.

“Matt certainly holds an advantage in the brawling area with his martial arts skills. I’m sure that the Judge is regretting taking this match now.”

Matt relents on the kicks for a moment and grabs Mental by his neck, causing waves of pain to run right through the body of the Judge. He arches his back in agony, and Matt quickly puts the disabled man into a ¾ headlock and leaps forward, hitting a quick Diamond-Cutter style Neckbreaker on the challenger. The crowd pops big for the big move and Matt hooks the leg for a quick pin!

ONE!

TWO!

T-NO! The Judge gets his shoulder up in the nick of time!

The crowd dies down as Myers rolls off top of Mental and drags him up by his arm. As the Judge struggles to his feet, Matt grabs his wrist and whips him at the ropes, but the veteran has enough awareness to plant his feet and reverse the momentum, whipping Matt at the ropes instead. The World Champ bounces off the ropes and flies back, ducking under a Judge Clothesline and hits the other side, leaping into the air on his return trip to nail Mental to the ground!

“A flying crossbody by Myers, and he’s really putting his all into this match!”

“Damnit, Mental, get up and beat his little ass! He’s not even in your league! What’s the holdup?”

“Getting worried, Kingy?”

“Definitely not, just trying to inspire my man in the ring.”

The Judge lays unmoving on the ground after the crossbody hits him, and Myers quickly kips up to his feet. The Champ goes over to the body of Mental, and looks down at him with a ticked off stare. Matt’s obviously not being sadistic, but he’s ticked off at the dirty tricks that the veteran has tried to pull on him. He begins to pick him up, pulling him to his feet, but as Mental stands he quickly comes in and knees Matt right in the gonads, causing him to fall right to the ground.

“A perfectly executed low blow by Mental there, and he even used Myers body to block the refs view.” Says King, giving a little golf clap that is lost in the massive amount of boos coming from the crowd.

Matt falls down to his knees holding his tenderized groin, mouth agape as the Judge stands confidently in front of him. Mental gives a quick smirk and goes to work, straddling Matt’s bad shoulder and putting his arm up into a vicious armbar!

“Mental has a pumphandle armbar locked in, and that’s got to be hurting Matt’s bad shoulder!”

Myers struggles, trying to get his arm out of the hold, but the hold is locked in and Matt is helpless to get out. He begins slowly inching his foot over towards the ropes. He moves slowly, inch by inch, trying to get ever closer as Mental tries to pull his arm out of the socket. Only a centimeter away, Matt reaches the for the ropes with his foot….

And makes it! The crowd explodes as the Champ just barely hooks his toe around the bottom rope, and the ref tries to make the Judge break the hold, which he refuses to do and initiates a count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOU- Mental let’s go of the arm, and Matt quickly rolls out of the ring to catch his breath.

“Mental nearly had him there with that Pumphandle Armbar, but Matt is able to inch himself over to the ropes.”

“Pfft. Doesn’t matter, the damage is done. That shoulder is wrecked, which means no Ki Krusher ’99, which means he has to use the Lit Up. And we all know what happened last time he tried that one… Vertebreaker!”

Matt stands on the outside of the ring, rubbing his bad shoulder trying to ease the pain, and the Judge comes over to the ropes, motioning with his hand for Myers to come back into the ring. The fans give him some heat for his arrogance, but Matt doesn’t back down from the challenge, sliding into the ring and assuming a martial arts stance. The Judge ducks down in his traditional grappler stance and begins to move in. He comes in slowly, looking for an opening, and Matt throws out a quick shotei…. That Mental ducks! He quickly comes in, trying to get a waist lock on him, but Myers gets out of it and grabs the back of Mental’s neck again. Mental arches his back as his tender neck is grabbed, and Matt swiftly hooks his leg around the Judge’s and falls backwards, slamming Mental’s head and neck on the mat!

“Mental dodges a shotei, but he can’t get the waistlock on Matt, and Matt puts him down with a big Russian Leg Sweep. With that bad neck of his, that may put him down for the count!”

“Too bad he can’t, though. The dumbass didn’t figure his bad shoulder into the equation, and he landed hard on it.”

True to King’s words, Matt clutches his bad shoulder with his hand, ignoring the downed Mental and giving the Judge precious seconds to recover. Matt finally gets his wits about him and drapes his arm over the veteran for a pin.

ONE!

TWO!

THNO! The Judge kicks out!

Myers begins to get up again rolling to his feet a few feet away from the Judge, who begins to get to his feet, but the Champ decides he’s gonna try and finish this early. He bends over and grabs the Judge, putting him onto his shoulders for a fireman’s carry. He grits his teeth, but he ignores the pain as he hears the crowd pop in anticipation of the maneuver.

“Good Charlotte! He’s going to end it with his old finisher, like he did last time! If he hits this move, Mental is done for!”

As he begins trying to move him around, Mental moves his weight to the side, and Myers simply can’t hold him up, bending to the side and allowing the Judge to get a footing. The Judge pulls Matt into reverse vertical suplex position, holding him high in the air….

BAM!

And dropping him down in a sheerdrop piledriver! The crowd gives a huge gasp, and even King and Axis are stunned at the audacious move. Mental quickly hooks Matt’s leg and makes the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

*DING DING DING*

“Your winner, and new SJL World Champion….. Judge Mental!”

The crowd boos like mad as the Judge stumbles to his feet and grabs the belt away from the ref and begins to walk away as a audible moan comes out from Matt. He clutches his head and begins the slowly move around, his eyes shut hard.

“My God, he already beat him? Jesus, he wasn’t kidding….” Says Axis, trailing off. Meanwhile, King comes to the realization at what happen.

“Yes! Finally! He got the damn thing back! And that was one hell of a move. Looked like a Steiner Screwdriver if I’m not mistaken.”

“Nope, your right… but Jesus, that was brutal. It looks like Matt is injured as well!”

Axis points to the ringside EMT crew pulling Matt onto a stretcher, looking at his head as he continues to moan. They begin wheeling him out, and one of them says something about a “Concussion”, and now the crowd has gone close to silent save for some quiet murmers.

“Well, it looks like something is definitely wrong with the former world champ, and we’ll be keeping people posted on it. And it looks like our two time champ has already run off somewhere. For the Suicide King and the rest of the SJL staff, this Axis saying Goodnight and see you soon!”

Fade to commercial…

November 15, 2002

RESULTS!!!

Dace Night and Spike Jenkins win the tag match against Ripper and Morin. People laughed, people cried.

A promo occurs? Is an oldie coming back or is this guy all new?

High-flying zaniness occurs as Wildchild tops the Insane Luchador!

Dangerous upsets the always dangerous MVS!

And in the main event... stuff happened. Is there a new champion? Read for yourself.

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