SJL Metal for the 19th of November!

[Guest realitycheck]

First, there was nothing.

 

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Then, there was Metal.

 

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!

 

KA-BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

 

NEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRR-KAPOW!

 

The once dark arena-fills up with pyromaniac explosions, as the fans rise to their feet in anticipation of the start of the show. The MGM Grand Arena is packed with fans all from the Nevada area, as they are holding up signs such as “THIS IS DACE’S FINAL NIGHT!” and “JUST SIGN GOLDBERG ALREADY!”. The camera then pans over to the announce team of Axis and The Suicide King, ready to call the night away!

 

“Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages, WELCOME ONCE AGAIN TO ANOTHER EDITION OF SMARKS JUNIOR LEAUGE METAL! I’m your host, Axis, along with the ever-so-infamous Suicide King!”

 

“Yes, yes, and let me just say of all the cities I’ve been to, this city has to be the LEAST sucky!” King gloats, “God I love Las Vegas…”

 

“Anyways, last show, we saw a match between Jude Mental and Matt Myers. Matt Myers proved to be a fighting champion, defending his title with all his might, but an odd looking move ended the match, and also gave an injury of some kind to Matt Myers. What was it called a…screwdriver driver? A death..” Axis says, but The Suicide King cuts him off.

 

“Oh, shut up, Axis. Being the move guru that you are shouldn’t you know this?” King snaps, “Go read up on some heel moves that hurt your neck, it was called a ‘Steiner Screwdriver’.”

 

“Well…whatever it was called, paramedics had to be called out, and we think Matt Myers may have a concussion. But is it serious? Mild? Or was it nothing at all, a false alarm…we’ll find out in a few but…” Axis says, but he’s cut off when…

 

“Ah…”

 

 

“Ah…”

 

 

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…”

 

“I’M IN OVER MY HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAD!”

 

The lyrics of Lit’s “Over My Head” blast thought the arena, as the arena darkens and a strobe light hits. Out from the back struts Matt Myers, no JL Title in his hand, but a smirk, but not his usual size, stretched across his face. He looks out at the crowd as the strobe light hits, as he runs down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. He’s clad in street clothes, as he jumps into the air and does a twirl on one leg, as he looks out at the crowd.

 

“Ladies and gentlemen…may I intro—“

 

Funyon is cut off as Matt snatches the microphone out of Funyon’s hand. Matt throws his arm up into the air to cut off the music, as it stops. The crowd goes insane as Matt greets them with a biiiiiiiiiiig…

 

“What’s up, VIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVA LAS VEGAS?!”

 

The crowd simply goes insane.

 

“So I came out here for one reason….one reason only…” Matt says, “Everyone saw the match last show. The world saw the match last show. Everyone saw that move, that piledriver…that…oh, god, whatever it was, it HURT LIKE HELL!”

 

The crowd lets out small, sympathetic boos, as Matt nods his head in approval, but it drops low, as he looks at the ground.

 

“So I’m not gunna go out here and waste your time. This is gunna be short and sweet…so here it goes…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

…Yes. I am injured.”

 

Boooooooooooooooo!

 

“Yes. I won’t be in the ring for a bit.”

 

Boooooooooooooooo!

 

 

“Yes. Your punk rockstar isn’t going to be wrestling for some time.”

 

Boooooooooooooooo!

 

Myers looks around at the arena. The fans begin chanting his name. As the “MYERS! MYERS! MYERS! MYERS!” enters his ears, he smiles, even if it’s for a little while.

 

“But I mean…hey…I’m not done…yeah, I’m injured…”

 

…

 

“But that doesn’t mean I…can’t hang around a bit, can I?”

 

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaay…

 

“That dosen’t mean I can’t…chill for a while? You know, kick back and have a beer with the guys? Let it all hang loose and bide my time?”

 

The pop grows louder and louder, as Matt smiles.

 

“So yeah. I’m gunna be out of it for a while. But if anyone. And when I say anyone, I mean YOU Judge Mental. YOU! Judge Mental, YOU are the man who took my title, and now a piece of my career away from me. YOU were the one who was set on doing this. It was YOU. YOU. YOU. YOU! YOU! YOU!”

 

Matt nods his head with a look of determination on his face, as he then looks directly into the camera.

 

“Judge, I want you to know. These few weeks that I will have off will be the worse few weeks of…your…LIFE.”

 

The crowd gives the biggest pop so far of the night, as Matt nods his head.

 

“You wanted to get rid of me, well guess what, I’ll still be here. I’ll still be here and I know how to get into your head. So don’t think your going to get off that…easily. Now…Mental…as everyone knows…Christmas, the jolliest time of the year is right around the corner.”

 

“It’s true,” Axis says, “I wonder what Santa is going to leave in your stocking, King. A new choo-choo train, perhaps?”

 

“Replace choo-choo train with ‘porno videos’ and your all set,” King chuckles.

 

“Meh…more like a lump of coal…” Axis murmurs. King glares at him.

 

“And Judge…I’ve got a gift for you…” Matt says. He looks behind him, as one of the tech crew has a large bag. It’s crimson red, with green lacing. He takes the bag and smirks, as he looks around and reaches into it…as he pulls out…

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The 20-foot long wallet chain from hell.

 

The crowd. Goes. Bananas.

 

“And Judge…I’ve got you a gift, and for you, it’s Christmas come early, because tonight your gunna get it!” Matt Myers, “It’s got your name on it. Literally.”

 

Matt pulls out more of the wallet chain to reveal a note attached, as it reads:

 

TO: JUDGE MENTAL

FROM: MATT MYERS

MERRY CHRITMAS, SEE YOU IN HELL

 

Matt smirks as the camera zooms in on it, as your hear these final words before the camera cuts.

 

“I’ll see you tonight, Judge.”

 

- End Promo -

[Guest realitycheck]

Card:

 

OPENING PROMO

Matt Myers has a few words to say regarding last week’s show, and his current situation.

 

ELIMINATION WINDOW PAIN MATCH

“Hollywood” Spike Jenkins vs. Jack the Ripper vs. Insane Luchador vs. Dace Night

- A JL staple of brutality returns with four very willing participants!

- Match Description: To win, one must put one’s opponents through the roughly table-sized pane of glass that can be set up much like a table. No DQ, no count-out. More than enough glass is around ringside, kids.

- Word Limit – 5500

- Send to Longdogger_Pete

 

CRUISERWEIGHT RULES MATCH

Wildchild vs. MVS

- CC likes Wildchild a lot. Is he ready to take the next step forward? Or will MVS show him what it’s like in the upper card the hard way?

- Match Description: Standard match – To be counted out, you must fail to enter the ring after a 20 count. Other than that, no spot is too outrageous.

- Word Limit: 4500

- Send To Tod deKindes

 

SINGLES MATCH

Janus vs. James Morin

- Two-headed Roman god of doorways, beginnings, and endings… meet James Morin. Now fight, n00b!

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

- Word Limit: 3500

- Send To realitycheck

 

SINGLES MATCH

Johnny Dangerous vs. ???

- Question Mark Man returns! Who is he this time? Well, Dangerous gets to find out first hand! A win here coupled with his win over MVS could set him into the World Title Picture!

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

- Word Limit: 5000

- Send To Suicide King

 

MAIN EVENT

WORLD TITLE MATCH

Ejiro Fasaki vs. Judge Mental

- Mental regained his belt in odd fashion last show, but there’s no rest for the wicked! He must face the number one contender and European Champion, Ejiro Fasaki! If Fasaki wins he must immediately vacate the European belt but we think that Ejiro will understand.

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

- Word Limit: 6000

- Send To: realitycheck

[Guest realitycheck]

(Camera's suddenly cut to the backstage area, as "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins, ready in his gear for his match, paces back and forth in an empty hallway. Spike, obviously nervous about his Window Pain match later that night, continues traveling back and forth, when he turns around, and walks straight into the giant chest of SWF superstar, Frost!)

 

HSJ: What the hell are you doing here?

 

Frost: I heard about the Window Pain match with you and the other guys.

 

HSJ: Yeah, well,....What the hell are you doing here?

 

Frost: I came in to see how you were preparing yourself for the match.

 

HSJ: Prepare for a Window Pain match? Are you serious? How do you prepare going through glass windows?

 

Frost: You mean you have done no training for this match, whatsoever?

 

HSJ: Well, let me think about that.......NO!

 

Frost: That is....bad.

 

HSJ: Being booked in this match is bad.

 

Frost: Yes, I know. From experience.

 

HSJ: Hey wait, you were in the very first Window Pain match. You got to give me some advice, man.

 

Frost: OK, well first of all, wear a shirt. You can get really cut up out there.

 

HSJ: Yeah, yeah. What else?

 

Frost: Well, I guess I can tell you the secret.

 

HSJ: The secret?

 

Frost: The secret.

 

HSJ: The secret?

 

Frost: Yes, the secret.

 

HSJ: Dude, you have to tell me the secret.

 

Frost: All right...

 

HSJ: Thanks man, I really need to know this.

 

Frost: Well, the secret to winning the Window Pain match...

 

HSJ: Yeah...

 

Frost: And not got injured on the way....

 

HSJ: Yeah.....!

 

Frost: Is to...

 

HSJ: YEAH?

 

(Suddenly, a phone starts to ring. Frost looks down at his pants, and reaches into his pocket, pulling a cell phone out. Frost flips the phone open and puts it up to his ear. After a few "Yes", "No" and "Ok"'s, Frost flips the phone close, and puts it back in his pocket.)

 

Frost: Spike, it was nice talking to ya, but I have to jet.

 

HSJ: WHAT?

 

Frost: Sorry man, I'll talk to you later. Tell me how you did in the match.

 

(Frost walks off screen as Spike stands their with his jaw to the floor, speechless.)

 

HSJ: WHAT ABOUT THE SECRET? GOD DAMNIT!

 

(Frost walks back up to Spike)

 

Frost: Oh yeah. I forget what the secret was, but I'll give you some advice.

 

HSJ: Great! What is it?

 

Frost: My advice to you is.......

 

HSJ: Yeah?

 

Frost: Don't get thrown through a glass window. I got to go. See ya around.

 

(Frost walks off as Spike stands there staring towards the direction he walked out in.)

 

HSJ: That is advice. THAT'S SOME PRETTY BAD ADVICE!

 

(Spike leans back, hitting the wall behind him hard, placing his hands in his face. Suddenly, he begins to weep.)

 

HSJ: IM GOING TO DIE!!!!!

[Guest realitycheck]

The cameras fade into the packed MGM Grand in Las Vegas, as Axis and The Suicide King pick the action back up.

 

"Axis, this is Vegas, and they always say anything is legal in Vegas, event Ultraviolence. I just can't wait for it."

 

"You're very right King, this sure as hell anit New Jersey. We've got three guys who'll want to take each other after last week, and then you throw in an insane flyer, it just more unpredictable." Axis says

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"Dace is four and nothing without a loss so far. He's beaten Jack The Ripper once before, then he and Spike took Jack out last week, and then Spike took Dace out with Jack's cane."

 

"Who are you supporting into this one then King?" Axis questions

 

"The winner, naturally." King answers back.

 

"The Insane Luchador naturally has hardcore history. And we've seen all of Spike Jenkins' and Jack The Ripper's pasts here in SJL, but Dace we don't know that much about. We've seen him take it toe to toe with Logan and win, and we know he's a CZW fan, even having worked there, and those guys have put on a lot of glass matches, we even know now he's worked in at least one. This should be great for all the fans."

 

"And we get to see people going through a Window Pain at least three times. This will be, as they say "An Exercise In Ultraviolence", brilliant." King grins.

 

"At least three? You just want any reason form a screw job and more brutality."

 

"You know me so well Axis old fellow." King smiles.

 

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match will be a Window Pain Elimination Match. To eliminate an opponent you must put then through the Window Pain, the match will continue until one man is left standing. There will be No Count Out, and No Disqualification during this match, along with the use of the Window Pains." Booms the announcement.

 

"Introducing first, from Hollywood, California, weighting in at two hundred and twenty pounds ...... 'HOLLYWOOD' SPIKE JENKINS!"

 

King of Your Own World starts booming over the PA system as a shower of golden sparks fly up from the entrance way. Making his way out into the sparks, Spike Jenkins breathes in and exhales a cloud of smoke before making his way towards the ring.

Under a hail of boos from the fans, Spike makes his way onto the apron, looking around at the Window Pain's nervously before staring down the crowd, only to draw out more jeers. Climbing between the ropes, Spike taunts the crowd, lapping up the boos.

 

"And from London, England, weighting in at two hundred pounds ......JACK 'THE RIPPER'!".

 

The lights drop down as The Fight Song screams out over the PA, and pyro explodes, lighting up the entrance ramp, as Jack makes his way out. The lights come back up, Jack strides down towards the ring under his own wave of boos. The Ripper rolls into the ring and glares down Spike Jenkins. Taking a few faint swipes with his cane, Jack backs away across the ring.

 

"And now, from Easton, Pennsylvania, weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty three pounds ...... INSANE LUCHADOR!"

 

Wait and Bleed starts to scream over the PA as the lights go out. A single strobe light starts to flash as a stream and red and black pyro goes off. Insane Luchador comes charging down to the ring to a wave of cheers. Circling the ring to high five his hands, he mouths off at Jack and Spike, keeping out of the ring.

 

"And finally, from Birmingham, England, weighting in at two hundred and forty seven pounds ...... DACE NIGHT!"

 

Cold Hate, Warm Blood pounds through the PA, with human roars as the lights turn red and purple. Marching his way out, Dace waves down cheers and chants. Throwing his trench coat into the crowd, he makes his way to ring side, shaking hands with Insane, and flipping off Spike and Jack too more cheers, as Insane joins in with him.

 

"Ultraviolent .... Anti... I think I hadn't better finish reading that T shirt out on air, this may be Vegas, but I don't want to offend the public." Comments Axis.

"I think it makes a point really Axis, besides, hopefully it will mean more fun." King says.

"Well, Dace and Insane have no history, and probably have an equal dislike off Spike and Jack, so it seems they might be working together. Hatred for Dace will probably bring Jenkins and The Ripper onto the same team."

"All I can say for sure is that Spike Jenkins is not happy about this match, as makes it plain he has know love for the idea of going through glass."

 

DING, DING, DING!

 

Dace and Insane slide into the ring, fists flying as Insane and Jack brawl into a corner. Dace and Spike go face to face, fist to fist, carrying on from last time around. Crashing fists drive Jack and Spike into the turnbuckles. Whipping the out, Dace and Insane send them flying at each other. But they manage to spin around each other and charge at Dace and Insane.

Double boots to the gut, doubling Spike and Jack over. DDTs in stereo take Spike and Jack off their feet and onto the mat.

 

"All four men go at it, all brawling. Insane Luchador and Dace manage to gain the upper hand. They send Spike and Jack towards each other, but they manage to avoid a head on collision, but only to take a DDT each for their troubles."

 

Dragging Spike to the outside, Dace pulls him along the floor and throws him over the barrier. Following him over with some more blows, he takes Spike for a round crowd tour.

Both Jack and Insane are back up, they lock up, arm drag from Jack, charges at Insane as he comes back up, to be arm dragged over to the mat himself. Charges once more, and is arm dragged once more. Insane tries to lift Jack up, but gets kicked off. Wristlock by Jack, spins round, and hooks Insane's head, taking Insane down with a snapmare, landing him in a seated position.

Bouncing off the ropes, Jack comes flying in, but Insane drops back, throws his legs up into the air and sends Jack over head to land flat on his back on the mat.

 

Vaulting up to, Insane waits on Jack The Ripper, but Jack shoves the ref, sending him into the ropes, crotching Insane on the top turnbuckle.

 

"Jack sends the ref into the ropes, leaving Insane high and dry."

 

Climbing up to along with Insane, Jack stares laying on right hands to Insane's head. Planting an elbow between Insane's shoulder blades, Jack hooks his head and tires to haul him off the top, Insane holds on, and again, and once more, but Jack can't pull him off the top. Firing back with rights and lefts, Insane shoves Jack off the top, sending him crashing down to the mat.

Pushing up off the top, Insane comes off with some Huge Air, diving down with a leg drop. But managing to roll away, Jack dodges the leg drop, leaving Insane to nail nothing but mat, and have his spine compressed from the force.

 

"Jack tries to take Insane off the top, but gets shoved off. Huge Air, but Insane misses it, leaving him to just crash to the mat."

"Axis, is that Dace and Spike coming back through the crowd?" Asks King.

 

Brawling back, exchanging lefts and rights, Spike and Dace come back through from the crowd. Tumbling over the barrier, Dace rolls Spike back into the ring, before following him back in as well.

Charging over the Jack, Dace stalls him with a knee to the gut, locks his arm through his own legs for a pumphandle, but Spike sneaks in a low blow to break the move up. As Dace slowly turns round, wincing in pain, Spike grabs his head and drops back sharply, spiking Dace head first to the mat. Both Insane and Jack come back to their feet. Both try for dropkicks, sailing past each other in the air. Coming back to their feet once again, only to be taking back off with a double clothesline from Spike.

Taunting over his opponents Spike laps up the boos.

 

"The self proclaimed King of the World wasting little of the reaction he gets. Can't say the same for his chances in the ring though."

 

But as Spike taunts, Dace is back up and waits on him to turn around. As he does, a huge lariat from Dace takes Spike over the top rope to the floor, Dace going over with him.

Springing up to the top rope, Jack The Ripper flies out of the ring and dropkicks Dace and Spike in their chests, sending them back down to the floor as they try to get up.

Not to be out done, Insane Luchador grabs the ropes and flings himself out into the ring side area, sailing throw the air, to come crashing down onto the pile of Dace, Spike and Jack.

 

The crowd are on their feet cheering for the dive from Insane.

 

"Dace lariats Spike over the top, then Jack dropkicks both men from the top from, then Insane slingshots out onto all three men."

 

Dace and Insane are able to pull themselves up first, reaching over into the crowd, they grab some chairs and toss them into the ring. But Jack and Spike blind side them with shots to the back of the head. Grabbing handfuls of hair, Jack and Spike ram Dace and Insane head first into the apron. Jack tosses Insane into the ring, but Spike tries to make Dace eat more ring apron. But he fails, a back elbow, and other staggers Spike. Locking him up, Dace takes him over hard and fast, driving his back onto the arena floor. Hauling Spike back up, Dace rolls him back into the ring.

 

Trading right hands, Insane and Jack brawl toe to toe, before Insane surprises him with a palm strike. A hook, and jab and another one follow. A kick to the knee cap slumps Jack, and a drop toe fold, taking his legs out from under him send him crashing face first into the mat.

But as Insane comes right back to his feet, a Yakuza Kick from Dace drives him into the corner, leaving him dazed.

Grabbing a chair, Dace smashes the steel across The Ripper's back, trying to keep him down. Looking around from Jenkins, he leaps up from nowhere with a spinning kick, driving the chair into Dace's unsuspecting face.

 

"Insane takes Jack down, only to be Yakuza Kicked into the corner by Dace, who then goes to work on Jack with a chair, only to almost have his nose broken my Spike with a VanDaminator, the Spike nails the Tidal Wave on a still stunned Insane in the corner," shouts out Axis.

 

Driven on by the crowd's jeers, Spike runs, into a handspring, a double back flip, twists in mid air and lands a kick to the still stunted Insane, straight in the face. Backing off, Spike runs again, rolls over the mat, leaps up, flips over and comes crashing down with a Rolling Thunder on Insane's back.

As Spike comes back up, Jack struggles up and tackles Spike down with a spear. Holding on, he pummels away on Spike with lefts and rights, followed by chops to the neck. Seeing Dace hauling himself back up, Jack springs off the ropes, diving over, catching Dace's head, swinging round with him to drop him head first to the mat with a Tornado DDT.

 

"King, this action is insane, I can't keep up with it all, and I don't know how these four guys are either."

"I say it's boring until the glass gets involved personally Axis.

 

Now Insane is back up. But Jack cuts him off with a boot to the gut, ducking behind him and locking his arms around his waist, Jack brings him up for a backbreaker, but Insane throws his legs up, catching Jack around the neck and throwing him off his feet with a headscissors take over. But Jack flips through and lands on his feet, Insane goes after him, but is taken over with an arm drag, just to flip through to his feet. Right hands cross in mid air, twisting round, Jack reaches back and hooks Insane's other arm, dragging him over his back for a backslide attempt. But Insane pushes off with his feet and springs over Jack, landing on his feet, still holding both of Jack's arms. Switching his grip to around Jack's mid section, Insane manages to pull Jack up into the air. Jack shifts his weight back and takes Insane other with a hurricanrana, but in mid flip Insane shifts his own weight and rolls through Jack's rana with a sunset flip.

 

The crowd roars in shock and approval.

 

"Oh my god, what was that? That was Insane." Yells Axis. "Backbreaker by Jack, countered into a headscissors, counted into an arm drag, countered into a pair of right hands, countered into a backslide, countered into a powerbomb countered into a hurricanrana finally countered for the last time by Insane into a sunset flip!" He finishes out of breath.

 

But before Insane can capitalise, Jenkins has come back to his feet, springs to the middle rope and flies off with a kick, driving his boot into the point of Insane's jaw, sending sprawling backwards along the mat.

Meanwhile Dace crawls to the outside. Taking the first Window Pain, he opens it up, and sets it by the ring apron, between the ring and the entrance ramp. Rolling back into the ring, he ducks a clothesline from Spike, ducking as he comes back around, Dace catches him and throws him high over head with a back body drop. As Spike sails through the air, Jack The Ripper bounds up and dropkicks him out of the air. Charging in with a huge elbow smash, Dace sends Jack rocking and reeling. As Insane comes back up, he seizes his chance, lunging forward, he locks Jack in a front face lock and leaps backwards into the air and brings Jack crashing to the mat with an Evenflow DDT.

 

"This is out of control! Dace backdrops Spike, who gets dropkicked out of mid air by Jack The Ripper, then Dace plasters Jack with an Elbow Smash, so Insane can spike him to the mat with an Evenflow DDT." Axis yells over the cheers from the crowd.

 

Picking Spike off the mat, Dace locks his arms around him, throws him over head, dumping him down behind him with a mat shaking german suplex. With only Insane and Dace left standing in the ring, they stare each other down, and they rush at each other. Insane leaps up, using his speed advantage, locking his legs around Dace's head and flipping back, sending Dace's back smacking into a chair on the mat. Quickly back to his feet, a headlock by Insane, and a DDT onto the chair. Holding on and rolling back up, holding onto Dace, and a second DDT onto the chair.

Heading up to the top rope. Waving to the crowd, Insane spring from the top rope, flipping over and over, landing full force on Dace with a 450 Splash.

 

But Spike is up on the tope rope as well, and as Insane picks himself back up to his feet, Spike leaps off, catching Insane across the chest with his whole body in a crossbody.

The Ripper finally lumbers back up to one knee, still groggy from the Evenflow. Taking any advantage he can get over the other wrestler, Spike runs, plants his foot on Jack's one knee, springboards off it, and drives his knee onto Jack's head.

 

"Hurricanrana and DDTs onto the chair followed by a 450 splash from Insane onto Dace. Spike takes Insane off his feet with a cross body, Jack comes back to his to be taken back of with a Shining Wizarrddd!" Comes the shout over the rising boos from the crowd as Spike yells on, demanding Jenkitude.

 

Turing his attention to Dace, Spike stomps away on his prone form. Picking a dazed Dace to his feet, Spike stalls with a well places rake of the eyes. Then hooking his head, and reaching down, grabbing the leg, Spike lifts with all his effort and brings Dace over, dropping him down with a fishermans buster on the chair.

Spike taunts on over the downed Dace, claiming he will be the winner. Crawling back up, Insane drags Jack back to his feet. A few quick punches, and Insane whips Jack towards Spike. Spike sees Jack coming, and grabbing him, throws him up, and plants him crotch first over the top rope, leaving him perching there.

 

Insane comes charging in, but Spike leaps, and cracks him in the back of the head with an Enzuguri. Back to his feet, Jenkins turns, and Superkicks Jack off the top rope. Falling through the air, The Ripper crashes down through the Window Pain at ring side.

 

Holy Shit! Holy Shit!

 

"And a Superkick sends Jack The Ripper through a Window Pain, as Spike eliminates him."

"And there goes the first one Axis. Spike is going to win this one." King says.

 

"Jack The Ripper has been eliminated by Spike Jenkins!"

 

The crowd jeers on, as Spike jumps around, claiming himself the winner. Medical stuff rush to ring side, to carry Jack to the back on a stretcher.

 

"I don't think Spike remembers he has to take out the other two men in this match to win it."

 

Dace comes back to his feet with a hail of cheers from the crowd. Wrapped up in his ego and taunting, Spike doesn't notice. Tapping Spike on the should, Dace smiles as Spike slowly turns round, and Dace lands a stiff chop to the chest, followed by another and another and another. A boot to the gut doubles Spike over, pulling him between his legs, Dace lifts him up, spins and drops to the mat with a spinning piledriver.

 

Holding fast on Spike, he stands up, spins around and dropping him to the mat again, with a spinning piledriver. Dragging Spike up by his hair, Dace mouths off at him. Flipping him off, he drives a knee to the gut, doubling Spike over. Pulling his arm through his legs, clamps down on his free arm, Dace brings Spike up over him shoulder, cradles his head, slips an arm between Spike's legs and slams him down with a pumphandle cradle emerald frusion.

 

"Series of chops and two spinning piledrives followed by the Pumphandle Cradle Emerald Frusion. Dace nailing Spike down."

 

Turn to Insane Luchador, Dace brings him back to his feet and backs off, waving an invitation to him. Stepping in, they begin to trade right hands to cheers from the crowd. A palm strike catches Dace off guard, followed be a series of jabs, and then a kick to the knee, but Dace fires back with a lariat, sending Insane crashing to the mat. Picking up a chair, Dace opens it up, and set it down on the mat. Picking Insane back up, Dace turns, wrapping his arm around Insane's head, and runs, pulling Insane behind him. Flying from his feet Dace lands in front of the chair, and pulls Insane's head down, smashing his jaw off the back of the chair.

 

Walking over to Spike, Dace wraps his leg around Spike's, pulls up forwards over Spike's back, laying across and reaches up with his arms, locking them around Spike's neck in an STF.

 

"Diamond Cutter from Dace, sending Insane's jaw into the back of the chair, then he locks Spike in the SFT."

"This is one great show, but I want some real Ultraviolence." King shouts.

 

Wrenching back on Spike, Dace clamps down, stretching him out. Spike reaches out grabbing the ropes, but the ref simply stands on, watching, in a No DQ situation, he can’t call for a break. Coming up slowly, rubbing his jaw, Insane looks at Spike trying to scream for a rope break in a No DQ match. Rolling to the outside, Insane picks two Window Pains, and sets them up at ring side, spanning the gap between the ring apron and the barricade, as in the ring, Spike starts to tap out madly, trying to get out of the STF.

 

Climbing back into the ring, Insane heads over to Dace and Spike, taunting the screaming Spike as the crowd roars on. Motioning to Dace for him to let Spike up, he points to the top rope, then a chair, and making a slapping motion with his hands.

 

"It looks like Insane has a game plan to take out Spike Jenkins."

"Damn cheaters." Says King.

 

Letting Spike out of the hold, he throws him into the corner. Ducking behind Spike, Insane brings both his arms up under Spike's in a full nelson. Leaping to the turnbuckles as Dace picks up a chair. Dace winds up as Insane dives off the turnbuckles pulling Spike with him to the Brink of Insanity, as Dace unleashes a brutal chair shot, plastering Spike in the face.

 

Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Chants rain from the crowd.

 

"Oh My God! Insane takes Spike Jenkins' down with the Brink of Insanity, right into a brutal chair shot from Dace! That one nearly took Spike's jaw clean off his face."

 

Unmoving on the mat, in a crumpled heap, Spike lays bleeding from the mouth.

Pick up a chair of his own, Insane throws a wild chair shot, which is meet in mid air by a chair shot from Dace. The sound of steel and steel cracks through the air. A driving chair shot from Dace smashes Insane's chair clean out of his hands. Dace lunges forwards, but Insane ducks under him, a kick to the back of the knee, and another, followed by an elbow to the ribs. Setting to the side of Dace, Insane grabs his arm, and throws Dace over and down to the mat with a clean hip throw.

 

Slipping under the ropes onto the apron, Insane grabs the ropes and slingshots over, landing chest first on Dace. Dragging Dace back up to his feet, Insane lashes away with elbows to the face. Whips Dace into the corner. Backing off, Insane takes a run up, handsprings over, twisting out and catches Dace's head between his legs in mid air and snaps him over onto his back with a hurricanrana.

 

"What a beautiful handspring into a Hurricanrana from Insane Luchador." Axis comments.

"Bah." King sounds uninspired.

 

The crowd cheer on Insane as he calls for approval of his high flying skills.

Rolling Dace under the ropes to the outside, Insane runs and dives over the ropes with a plancha, but Dace rolls away from ground zero, but Insane has time to react and lands on his feet.

Climbing back to his feet using the barricade, Dace swings away from one right hand from Insane, but is catch with another. Insane throws another right, but Dace is unaffected. Insane tries another right hand, but Dace catches it in mid air. Forcing Insane to double over.

 

Dace wraps his arms around his neck in a Front Face Lock Choke, squeezing down, trying to cut of the air and blood to Insane's head an make him pass out. Insane struggles, trying to break out of the Crownless, Insane jumps, but is brought back down to his feet as Dace clamps down harder on the hold.

Making a huge bound Insane leaps up to the barricade, but before he can make another move, Dace throws himself backwards, taking Insane over with him, off the barricade and crashing back first onto the arena's hard floor with a front facelock suplex.

 

"And Insane tries to break free of the Crownless by leaping onto the ring barricade, but Dace just takes him off and over, planting him on the floor!"

 

Slowly coming back to his feet, Dace picks Insane back up. Placing an arm around his neck, Dace lifts him up into the air before dropping to one knee, pulling Insane back down and driving his back across his outstretched knee.

 

"From Crownless to Faithless."

 

Collapsing panting, Dace takes in huge gulps of air, as Insane crawls on the floor, trying to get away from the pain in his spine, and Spike lays still in the ring, still bleeding from his mouth.

Dragging himself up to his feet, Dace calls to the crowd, and points to the two Window Pains at ring side. The crowd roars in response. But as he turns round around, Insane throws himself up from the floor, dropkicking Dace in the chest, spending him back first into the barricade.

 

Hauling himself onto the apron, Insane leaps off, and crashes onto Dace's chest and shoulder, driving his back into the barricade once more. Letting lose a rain of right hands, Insane hammers away. Pushes off the barricade with his feet, Insane cause Dace to stagger forwards, while still sitting on his shoulders. Balancing, Insane ties to lean back, but Dace throws his arms up, grabbing him around the waist and throwing him down, sending Insane Luchador crashing through the two Window Pains at ring side. Shattering them into pieces, leaving the wrecked form of Insane laying on the floor. Rolling slowly back into the ring, Dace lays back, trying to breath.

 

Holy Shit! Holy Shit!

 

"Insane Luchador has been eliminated by Dace Night!"

 

Again medical stuff rush down to ring side, placing Insane on a stretcher, wheeling him to the back.

 

"And Dace powerbombs Insane through the Window Pains."

"And then there where two." King notes.

 

Finally Spike Jenkins pulls himself back to his feet, struggling over to Dace, Spike hammers away with all the boots he can muster as the crowd boos on. Pulling himself to his feet, throwing Spike off. But Spike throws him foot out, catching Dace with a low blow.

Pulling Dace over backwards by his hair, coiling his arm around his head. Dropping back, taking Dace with him, driving the back of his head to the mat.

Coming back to his feet, hauling Dace up with him, Spike steadies himself before swinging over and dropping to the mat, pulling Dace down with him once again, spiking his chin and throat into his shoulder with the Roll The Joint.

 

"With that Inverted Swinging Neckbreaker, Roll The Joint, Spike takes Dace down to the mat again." Calls Axis.

 

Flipping back over Dace's prone body, still holding his head, Spike sits himself across Dace's back with The Silver Lining, pulling his head back in a Dragon Sleeper, while sitting on his back.

 

"And Spike locks Dace in the Silver Lining. If this was a normal match, it would be over, I'm sure."

"Unfortunately it's not, but on the plus side, Spike gets to put Dace through a pain of glass." King grins happily.

 

Dace kicks, and reaches out with his hand for the ropes. He struggles, he pulls, his crawls, and manages to grab the bottom rope. Hauling himself up with Spike still on hid back. But Spike still has the Dragon Sleeper locked on, and he swings himself over once again, bringing Dace with him, and crashing down onto a steel chair with a second Silver Lining.

 

"And somehow Dace manages to pull himself up to his feet, but Spike could hold on, and just takes Dace over and down with a second Silver Lining on a chair!" Shouts Axis.

 

The crowd throw down wave after wave of boos onto Spike Jenkins.

 

With his lower jaw a crimson gore of his own blood, Spike rolls to the outside, and heads for another Window Pain. Slowly, hesitantly, he starts lifting one from out the shattered glass left by Insane Luchador being powerbombed through two Window Pains. Trying to avoid any bit of glass that he can.

Slowly sliding the table back into the ring, Spike climbs back up through the ropes.

Taking a few moments to stomp on Dace to keep him down, Spike turns back to the Window Pain and opens it up, setting up in the middle of the ring.

 

"And Spike's set up another Window Pain in the ring, this could be the end of it all very soon."

"Oh please, a nasty end."

 

Inching his way up from the mat, Dace slowly starts to rises, but Spike picks up a chair and brings it down over his head, unleashing a wave a boos from the fans. Waving Dace on, Jenkins taunts him to get back up again.

Groggily, Dace pushes himself back up to his knees once again. Leaping forwards, Spike pounces off Dace's knee and swings his foot round for the Dangerous Wizard, but Dace ducks, leaving Spike's leg to sail over head, shooting up to his feet, Dace catches his body between Spike's legs hauling him up into the air as well. In one rapid motion Dace reaches back, grabs Spike's arms and throws him forwards while sitting out, driving Spike face first down to the mat.

 

"Spike went for the Dangerous Wizard, but Dace some how managed to duck and counter it into the Desercation!"

"So close to the right ending too!" King yells in frustration.

 

Both men lay in a heap on the mat, spent and Spike still bleeding from his mouth. Stretching out his hand, Dace scoops up a fist full of glass. Crawling slowly up the ropes, he comes to his feet as Spike starts to stagger to his.

Throwing out a boot, Dace cracks Spike in the chest, sending him sprawling into the turnbuckles.

Standing over Spike, trapping him in the corner, Dace produces the shards of glass from his hands.

 

"Oh my god, Dace is going to slice Spike Jenkins' to pieces, someone stop this now!" King cries out.

"I'm sure that's my line there King." Axis replies.

 

Throwing wild lefts and rights Spike knocks Dace back, up barely. Taking the shard of glass, Dace places it on it arm and slices a huge gash down it, as blood wells up like a fountain and begins dripping to the mat.

 

The crowd gasp and roar in shock as Spike screams and desperately tries to scramble out of the ring. Grabbing onto him by the back of his neck, Dace hauls Spike back, face to face with him. Giving an evil grin, Dace brings his sliced, blood covered arm into Spike's view, as he wriggles and kicks trying to get away. Leaning back and rocketing forwards, Dace sends his arm crashing into Spike's chest with a lariat, leaving a tail of blood across it.

 

"Dace just sliced his own damn arm open with that glass, then marked Spike Jenkins' for death with his blood."

"This is sick, someone cut the broadcast now! King screams.

 

Dragging Spike to his feet once more, Dace reaches over and locks his arms around Spike's waist. Gutwrenching him up, dragging him over his shoulder, staring at the lights. Walking over the Window Pain, Dace pauses, to hear Spike scream and beg to be put down.

 

"He's not going to do it is he?"

 

Throwing Spike down head first from his shoulder, Dace hammers him through the Window Pain with the Dark Star Driver!

 

"DARK STAR DRIVAAHHH! THROUGH THE GLASSSS!!"

 

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

 

"Spike Jenkins has been eliminated by Dace Night!"

 

DING, DING, DING!

 

"Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner ...... DACE NIGHT!!"

 

"I don't believe it, I just don't. Dace slices up his arm, the almost kills Spike with the Dark Star Driver through the Window Pain for the win."

"Sick Ultraviolence at it's best."

"So, you say you where backing Dace all along then King?"

"I did say I was backing the winner Axis, the winner."

 

Standing over Spike, Dace lets his blood drip across the glass covered form a Spike, his neck still twisted from the impact of the DSD.

Cold Hate, Warm Blood tears through the MGM Grand as medical staff rush down to attend to the unmoving and broken Spike Jenkins.

 

The cameras fade out as Dace poses over the carnage in the ring, as medics see to Spike, as the crowd rains down cheers and chants of Ultraviolence.

[Guest realitycheck]

The camera fades back in to the MGM Grand’s own arena as the SJL Metal comes back from a commercial break! The crowd chats excitedly as they wait for the next match, but the lights begin to dim to darkness.

 

“Well, it looks like someone’s coming out early for their match….” Comments Axis, and King gives his two cents.

 

“At least that means this match will be over sooner, and I’ll get home soon. I’ve been sitting in this chair for so long I thought my ass was about to go numb.”

 

 

“NOW TESTIFY!”

 

A huge chorus of boos comes out as the flaming pyros light up the arena and the SmarkTron shows the 2 Time World Champ’s career highlights, culminating with his last title victory over Matt Myers. The pyros go down, and out comes Judge Mental in his normal black robe, but with no title in sight. Fans on the entrance ramp call some jeers at him, which simply fall right off his black robes like it were some sort of shield. He climbs into the ring deftly, and procures a mic from his deep, flowing robes.

 

“You should show some respect for your World Champion. At least I didn’t get there with assistance.”

 

The crowd gives some cheap heat at the smack at Matt while King nods his head. “It took me two weeks to get this belt back, and I had to pin everyone in the way to win it. And what did the last champion do? Lose. Over and over again. I beat the man twice, and then I had to carry him through his match with MVS. Even when he held the belt, it was always obvious who the real champion was.” The crowd throws out some more heat, and Axis speaks up in defense of Matt.

 

“If Judge hadn’t stopped Matt from finishing off Mike a few times, he wouldn’t be bragging so much.”

 

“But I’m not here to talk about my title win no no no no no…….” Says the Judge, trailing off, and the crowd gives some worried murmurs. “I’m here to talk about what happened after I lost my World Title.”

 

“Well, this is a real surprise, but I guess the Judge is going to give us some insight into his life.” Says Axis, scratching his chin as he wonders what this could lead to.

 

“After that match, I was angrier than I had ever been. I was quite literally cheated out of my championship by two of the saddest excuses for wrestlers I’ve ever seen. I knew I’d get my title back, but in the back of my head, there was a nagging fear: The fear of losing my title like that again. Of course, I’m the best wrestler in the fed today-” more boos, and he continues on, “- But I’m no match for a double or even triple team. So I walked around the Compaq Center with that fear in my head…” The Judge bows his head down, and Axis gives a laugh and looks at King.

 

“Ha! See King, Mental has fears. He isn’t invincible. What do you have to say about that?”

 

“Axis, everyone has fears. My personal one is a match where you actually PIN me.” King gives a long shudder as the Judge continues his soliloquy.

 

“If I had to keep watching my back, then I wouldn’t be able to concentrate on my front, and if that happened… I wouldn’t be holding this title right now. But fortunately for me, a solution revealed itself….”

 

 

 

 

“…… in the form of a man.”

 

The crowd goes into uproar at the connotation that the Judge made, and Axis speaks on what’s everybody’s mind.

 

“A man?! Judge Mental has made an alliance of sorts!? Who is this man, and what does this mean for the solitary MVS?”

 

“Axis, shut up and let the man go on.”

 

The Judge keeps his head down, not looking at the crowd as he speaks on. “He met me in the hallways after my lost and gave me an offer of power, prestige, and most of all, revenge. He said he’d get me the people that shared the same thoughts as me, people who were ostracized and held down by the numerous ‘fan favorites’, but were still able to survive.”

 

“Now when a man is offered a chance to lead some of the best talent he as ever seen and get a chance for vengeance, he doesn’t turn it down. And that night, neither did I. We went back to my hotel room and worked out the details of what we needed to do. That man…” Says the Judge, raising his head up and letting his robe fall to the ground….

 

 

 

…The crowd gasps….

 

 

 

 

…Axis is flabbergasted….

 

 

 

 

 

…King is amazed…

 

 

 

 

 

… As the Judge reveals…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

….. A “Magnificent Seven” shirt .

 

 

“…. Thomas… Flesher.”

 

A riot nearly erupts as the secret is revealed, and the sound coming from the crowd is absolutely deafening as an evil smile slowly grows on Mental’s face. Meanwhile, Axis acts like an over-caffeinated Jim Ross as he tries to react to the announcement.

 

“Bah Gawd! BAH GAWD! MAH GAWD! THIS IS EARTH SHATTERING! THE MAGNIFICENT SEVEN HAVE RECLAIMED A FOOTHOLD IN THE SJL AFTER THE BREAKUP OF THE SWO! I CAN’T BELIEVE IT! I CAN’T BELIE-”, But one excited Suicide King interrupts him.

 

“Shut the hell up you Aussie prick, you’re ruining the goddamn moment with your screeching! And hell yes, this is gonna be like when Mak Francis and the sWo owned the fed!”

 

“Thomas Flesher asked me to lead the Magnificent Seven in the Smarks Junior Leagues, and I didn’t hesitate a moment in my answer!” Yells Mental over the crowd. “Finally, I get the power and control I finally deserve, and so do my allies. But that’s not the best part…”

 

“What more could he have? What other insidious machination of Tom Flesher could this cruel man plan to execute?”

 

“… the best part is who stands with me. The most talented people I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting with. But…. Let us save some of the surprise for later in the show. Because people: Life without pleasant surprises isn’t really life at all.” At that comment he gives a sly grin, and grabs his robes as he begins to walk out. The crowd is still pretty riled up, but instead of boos, the building chatters away at who it could be.

 

“Well, this is certainly an astonishing revelation here, King. Who could it be?”

 

“Didn’t you listen to the Judge, Axis? He said we’ll find out later. The man just gave me a reason to stay here with you.”

 

“Besides your massive paycheck?”

 

“Well, that too.”

 

As Axis and King continue their speculation, the Judge exits to the backstage area, and we cut to a commercial….

[Guest realitycheck]

“I shut ‘em down!”

 

The fans in the MGM Grand jump to their feet as they hear LL Cool J’s “Shut ‘Em Down” blasting over the speakers as the lights dim throughout the arena. A single blue spotlight briefly pans the crowd before settling on the entrance ramp, where Mike Van Siclen is standing rigidly, staring straight into the ring. Funyon stands in the center of the ring, preparing to speak as Van Siclen heads towards the ring.

 

“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring at this time, from Harrison, Illinois, weighing two hundred thirty-seven pounds, ‘Amazing’ Miiiiike Vaaaaan Siiiiiclen!” Van Siclen steps between the ropes as the house lights come back on, ignoring the crowd, and walks over to his corner to begin stretching.

 

“Mike Van Siclen looks extremely focused going into this match,” notes Axis.

 

“He’s always focused,” replies Suicide King, “but yeah, he’s probably a little more focused going into this match than usual. He definitely doesn’t want to get caught up in a big losing streak.”

 

“Well, Wildchild is starting to become a player in the SJL, and there’s certainly a valid reason to believe that Mike Van Siclen may feel his spot being threatened by him, so I expect him to pull out all the stops.”

 

”I’ll give Wildchild this much credit,” adds the King. “The book on him used to be about one page long: ground him, and you’ve got him beat. But he showed last week that he’s not completely inept as a real wrestler.”

 

“A more ringing endorsement one is not likely to find,” deadpans Axis.

 

LL Cool J slowly fades out to give way to Smashing Pumpkins. The opening strains of “The Everlasting Gaze” cause the crowd to erupt as Wildchild bounces onto the ramp, banging his head in time to the beat. “And his opponent,” continues Funyon, “from the Bahamas, weighing two hundred seventeen pounds, the Wiiiiildchiiiiild!” Wildchild races down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans as he runs towards the ringside area, and somersaulting over the bottom rope into the ring at a dead run, springing to his feet and mugging for the crowd.

 

“Wildchild’s coming off a huge win over Insane Luchador,” remarks Axis. “He dug deep into the bag of tricks, and won with an amazing counter to the Brink of Insanity!”

 

“Don’t look for that to happen this week,” replies the King. “I don’t see Van Siclen giving Wildchild as many opportunities to steal a match as Rickman did last week. He’s giving up more size against Van Siclen than he has against any opponent to date, and Van Siclen has a decided strength advantage.”

 

Funyon steps between the ropes to exit the ring as referee Anthony Michael Hall signals the timekeeper to ring the bell. The two combatants circle each other in the ring, engaging in a collar-and-elbow tie-up, which Van Siclen quickly takes advantage of, backing Wildchild into the corner. The referee calls for the break, and Van Siclen backs away from Wildchild momentarily, arms raised in the air, but quickly snaps Wildchild’s head back with an overhand right punch.

 

SMACK!

 

Van Siclen follows his punch up with a fierce reverse knife-edge chop that leaves a stinging red welt on Wildchild’s chest.

 

SMACK!

 

Another chop in the nearly identical spot causes Wildchild to clutch his chest, grimacing in pain. Van Siclen grabs Wildchild’s arm from off his chest, and whips him to the opposite corner. Before he crashes into the turnbuckles, however, Wildchild leaps into the air, landing on the top turnbuckle, and leaps off, twisting in mid-air and hurtling towards Van Siclen, who catches him in the midst of his cross-body block attempt.

 

“Wildchild’s circus act isn’t going to work here,” says the King. “Van Siclen’s too strong.”

 

Van Siclen lifts Wildchild over his head into a press slam position, and begins to walk towards the ropes, but Wildchild wriggles out of his grip, and falls behind him, grabbing him by the waistline on the way down, and rolling him up for a pin attempt.

 

 

 

ONE!

 

 

With casual ease, Van Siclen kicks Wildchild off, sending him flying backwards into the ropes. On the rebound, Van Siclen plants his feet into Wildchild’s midsection and flips him overhead, but Wildchild lands on his feet, runs to the opposite ropes, and lands on the second rope, springing off it and twisting in midair as he lands on the surprised Mike Van Siclen with a flying body splash!

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

Mike Van Siclen presses Wildchild off of him with authority, causing Wildchild to fly over the top of the referee, and land on the other side of him. Getting to his feet quickly, Van Siclen rushes at Wildchild and swings wildly at his head, but Wildchild ducks easily under the lariat attempt, and leaps onto his shoulders, twisting around to face him, and taking him outside the ring with a hurricanrana!

 

“Mike Van Siclen’s power has clearly been too much for Wildchild early on,” notes Axis, “but he’s done a good job of equalizing it with his speed.”

 

In the ring, Wildchild runs to the opposite ropes as Van Siclen gets to his feet outside the ring, and on the rebound leaps over the top, flipping as he sails through the air, to crush Van Siclen against the barricade with a breathtaking tope con hilo.

 

“Beautiful tope by the Wildchild,” exclaims Axis.

 

Wildchild leads Van Siclen to the ring and rolls him in underneath the bottom rope, before ascending to the ring apron. He then runs to the corner and quickly scales to the top turnbuckle, flipping off to land on Van Siclen with a moonsault press!

 

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

Once again, Mike Van Siclen’s strength enables him to easily kick out of the pinfall attempt; this time, he presses Wildchild over the middle rope, and clear out of the ring!

 

 

THUD!

 

 

Wildchild’s body lands unceremoniously on the arena floor after falling nearly eight feet from the inside of the ring. Van Siclen runs towards the opposite ropes as Wildchild begins to stand up, and dives feet first into him, sending him sailing into the barricade with a baseball slide. Van Siclen then climbs to the top turnbuckle and measures Wildchild before diving off and knocking him back down with a cross-body attack of his own! In the ring, referee Anthony Michael Hall commences his count:

 

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

THREE!

 

 

 

FOUR!

 

 

Van Siclen picks Wildchild up and whips him towards the far barricade, but Wildchild manages to leap into the air and land atop the barricade, posing briefly as Van Siclen runs after him. Before Van Siclen can knock him off the barricade, Wildchild leaps into the air, causing Van Siclen to pass harmlessly underneath him, and landing with his leg draped across the back of his neck, driving him into the barricade.

 

 

 

NINE!

 

 

 

TEN!

 

 

 

ELEVEN!

 

 

Wildchild crawls over the barricade, and leads Van Siclen back to the ring, rolling him underneath the bottom rope, and rolling in after him to beat the referee’s fourteen count. He picks Van Siclen up off the mat, and tries to whip him to the opposite corner, but Van Siclen holds on to the ropes to prevent the whip attempt, and pulls Wildchild back into him, holding onto his arm while ducking behind him, and grabbing his other arm, pulling it across his chest, and falling backwards, dropping him harshly to the mat with a Crossface Halo!

 

“Crossface Halo,” yells the King. “That’ll take some of the air out of him!”

 

Van Siclen stares up into the rafters, trying to recover from Wildchild's aerial attack, before slowly sitting up, holding his chest as he shakes his head back and forth to clear the cobwebs. He stands up and brings Wildchild to a standing position as well, bending him over at the waist and hooking a front face-lock. Van Siclen extends his other arm with his thumb pointed into the air, as if seeking a crowd response, before suddenly twisting his body towards Wildchild, driving his elbow into the back of his head, and falling to the mat on top of him!

 

“Code Red,” yells Axis. “He could have him right here!” The referee dives into position to count Wildchild’s shoulders:

 

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

THR—No! Two count only, as Wildchild gets his shoulder up! Van Siclen picks Wildchild up and pushes him into the corner, hammering him on the back of his neck with clubbing forearms, and then whipping him into the far corner. Wildchild crashes into the corner, but sidesteps Van Siclen as he charges in after him, leaping onto the second rope and springing off, hooking his head, and driving him into the canvas with a Tornado DDT!

 

“Beautiful Tornado DDT by the Wildchild,” screams Axis.

 

Wildchild picks Van Siclen up to whip him into the ropes, but he immediately reverses, missing a boot as Wildchild passes by, and scooping him off the mat on the rebound, only to be taken over in a head scissors by Wildchild. Van Siclen staggers into a corner, and Wildchild runs in after him, sailing into the air and crushing him with a Stinger Splash! Wildchild lifts Van Siclen onto the top turnbuckle and steps through the ropes to the ring apron, climbs up to the top turnbuckle behind Van Siclen, and hops onto his shoulders, spinning around and trying to take him down with a Dragon-steiner, but Van Siclen is able to hold on to the ropes. With Wildchild hanging upside down, Van Siclen hooks his legs over his arms and falls off the top turnbuckle, flattening Wildchild underneath him on the mat! The crowd chants “Holy Shit” as both men lay motionless.

 

“Styles Clash! Oh my Gawd,” shrieks Axis. “That came out of nowhere!”

 

“Looks like your boy just ran out of tricks,” crows the King. “Van Siclen proving to be too strong, as he fights off Wildchild’s attempts at a Dragon-steiner, and flattened him with that Styles Clash. Now all he has to do is roll over, and this match is probably over!” As if he heard him, Mike Van Siclen slowly rolls over to place Wildchild into a pinning predicament:

 

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

THREEEEE—NO! Wildchild gets the shoulder up!

 

Mike Van Siclen stands up and picks Wildchild up along with him, standing behind him and locking him up in an inverted front facelock, before quickly spinning both his and Wildchild’s body around, hitting him with the Russian Roulette! Van Siclen gets back to his feet and immediately starts delivering heavy boots to the back of Wildchild’s head. He then picks him back up and whips him into the ropes, scooping him up on the rebound, and taking him over with a fierce powerslam, dropping him harshly on his neck, hooking the leg in one fluid motion as the referee counts the shoulders:

 

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

THRE—Two count only! Van Siclen looks up at Anthony Michael Hall with dismay, clapping his hand together and arguing the count.

 

”Van Siclen unhappy with the referee’s count,” remarks Suicide King, “and I don’t blame him. That looked like a slow count to me.”

 

Van Siclen picks Wildchild back up and whips him into the ropes, who ducks a lariat attempt as he rebounds, and bounces off the ropes again, leaping into the air and surprising Van Siclen with a flying forearm! Wildchild stumbles to his feet and picks Van Siclen up, pushing him into the ropes, but he reverses into a spinebuster. He then goes to the corner and climbs to the top turnbuckle, pointing down to Wildchild and the jumping off the turnbuckle, flying through the air with his leg extended.

 

CRUNCH!

 

Van Siclen compresses his spine against the canvas as Wildchild rolls out of the way just in time to avoid his top rope guillotine leg drop! Both men now lay motionless on the canvas as the referee begins a ten-count:

 

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

“Missing that leg drop took a lot out of Mike Van Siclen, and now whoever can make it to their feet first will have a decided advantage,” says Axis. “I think that after missing a move like that, Van Siclen’s strength advantage may be just about neutralized.”

 

FOUR!

 

“Possibly,” replies Suicide King. “But after the beating he’s taken, don’t expect ‘Clown-boy’ to be running around doing too many tricks; he can barely hold his head up!”

 

SIX!

 

Suddenly, the crowd’s attention is drawn from the ring to the entrance ramp, and they erupt in a chorus of boos as the European Champion, Ejiro Fasaki, makes his way towards the ring.

 

”It’s Ejiro,” shouts Axis. “What’s he doing here?”

 

“He’s probably just scouting his competition,” says the King. “What are you worried about, anyway? He has a right to be out there!”

 

NINE!

 

 

 

At the count of nine, both men roll over to their knees, and exchange punches as they try to regain a vertical base, with Van Siclen taking the advantage. He whips Wildchild into the ropes, who leaps onto the second rope and springs off, curls into a ball, and knocks the unsuspecting Amazing One with a Pinball attack! Wildchild rolls onto his knees and quickly springs to his feet as he runs to the ropes.

 

SMACK!

 

Ejiro hooks Wildchild’s leg as he rebounds off the ropes, causing him to fall, bouncing his face off the canvas. Ejiro climbs upon the ring apron as Wildchild angrily gets to his feet and lunges towards the ropes, grabbing him by his throat and throttling him! In his anger, however, Wildchild fails to see Van Siclen, who has recovered from the Pinball, get up behind him, and finds himself surprised when Van Siclen grabs him in a waistlock and flips him backwards, dropping him harshly on his neck with a release German suplex! Wildchild bounces off the canvas and flips over onto his stomach.

 

“What a German by Mike Van Siclen,” shrieks Axis. “Was this all part of a plan? Do you think that Van Siclen was in cahoots with Ejiro?”

 

“No,” replies the King, “but what like we said before, Van Siclen is trying to protect his spot. What did you expect him to do? Just stand there and let Wildchild and Ejiro have a discussion?”

 

“Dammit,” spits Axis with disgust, “that’s two weeks in a row that Ejiro’s come down to involve himself in Wildchild’s match!”

 

“Well, if you ask me, this is what he gets for not listening to Ejiro’s advice. Like the man said, he didn’t want to do things the easy way, so now he has to do them the hard way.”

 

Van Siclen walks over to Wildchild and stands over the top of him, squatting down behind his shoulders and bending over him and crossing his arms over the top of him, grabbing his left wrist with his right hand, and his right wrist with his left hand.

 

“Oh no,” cries Axis. “It looks like he’s going for Clutch Amazico. There’s no way that Wildchild will be able to get out of this in his weakened state!”

 

True to form, Van Siclen straightens his arms and pulls back, crossing Wildchild’s arms in front of his throat, and leaning back into a Gokuraku clutch. As the referee looks into Wildchild’s eyes and asking whether he wants to submit, Ejiro stands outside the ring with a smirk on his face. Wildchild raises his head up, barely able to withstand the pain, when his eyes lock with Ejiro’s. With a sudden burst of adrenaline, Wildchild tries to inch his way towards the ropes, but is only able to advance a couple of inches. Van Siclen cranks back ever harder on Wildchild’s arms, causing a sharp pain to shoot up his back. Ejiro continues to taunt Wildchild from outside the ring, waving the European Championship in front of his face in mockery.

 

“I love it,” crows Suicide King. “Ejiro’s playing mind games with him!”

 

Wildchild’s eyes continue to pierce a hole through the European Champion, but his resolve slowly begins to fade, and he hangs his head forward out of fatigue. Referee Anthony Michael Hall asks him if he’s able to continue, but does not receive an answer, and signals the timekeeper to ring the bell. “Shut ‘em Down” roars over the speakers as Funyon announces the official result. “Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, by submission, Miiiiike Vaaaaan Siiiiiclen! The referee raises his hand in victory, and he quickly leaves the ring, uninterested in the fan fare. Ejiro, satisfied with the outcome, drapes his belt over his shoulder, and makes his way back up the ramp himself.

 

“Mike Van Siclen wins the match,” repeats Axis. “But, give credit to the Wildchild for putting up one hell of a fight. Who knows what the outcome would have been if Ejiro hadn’t interfered.”

 

“The outcome would have been the same,” replies the King, as Wildchild lay unconscious in the ring. “Van Siclen was the better man tonight, and Wildchild isn’t ready for the big time yet.”

 

“Folks, stay with us,” says Axis. “We’ll be right back with more exciting SJL action!”

[Guest realitycheck]

Axis: "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to SJL Metal! We've had some great matches already tonight!"

 

King: "We had an incredibly nasty Window Pain match! Oh, I loved that brutality!"

 

Axis: "Not to mention a Cruiserweight match just prior to break that showed just how good the SJL cruiserweights really are!"

 

Before the commentators can say anything else, the lights in the arena go out. A gentle guitar playing starts up, and then does an extremely loud riff as "As Darkness Falls" hits the speakers - the spotlight focuses on the stage as Janus steps out to the sound of the song's chorus and lifts his arms to a mild crowd reaction before stalking towards the ring like the giant he is.

 

Funyon: "Introducing first, from Sydney Australia! Weighing in at 350lbs and making his SJL debut in this very match, JAAAAAAANUS!"

 

Once in the ring, he stands in the center of the ring and lifts his arms again, then turns towards the ramp with a calm expression on his face.

 

Axis: "Janus has just come off his test match and is in prime form. This giant's power and size will contrast immensely with...."

 

King starts laughing as Real American hits the speakers and James Morin comes jogging down to the ring.

 

Funyon: "And his opponent. From Boston, Massachusetts! Weighing in at 193 pounds....JAMES MORRRRRRRIN!"

 

King: "Morin! This little guy is going to get SQUASHED!"

 

Axis: "They're both faces, King. Why root for either of them?"

 

King: "Ah...because I like the carnage the big guy can cause."

 

Axis: "...Fair enough...."

 

Morin steps into the ring, looking up - and further up - at the 7'2' Janus, who has over a foot in height advantage over the smaller Morin. The bell rings to start the match, and the twosome continue to look up (and down, respectively) at each other for several long moments. Then Morin races towards the ropes and rebounds off in a Flying Clothesline that barely phases Janus. Morin goes back and executes another one, to similar effect.

 

As he rebounds for a third one, Janus lifts his leg for a Big Boot, but Morin nails a Dropkick to the giant's other leg, making him fall down with a thud. Quickly, Morin scuttles over to get the pin.

 

ONE...! Barely a one count before Janus literally lifts Morin off him and sits up. Morin races into the ropes and snaps another Dropkick into Janus' face, flattening him again, and then he runs to the turnbuckle, springing onto the second rope.

 

Axis: "What the...he's going for the Double Jump Moonsault! He won't hit that this early!"

 

King: "Guess he wants to try and finish the big guy...not like he has a chance."

 

Morin springs up to the top rope and executes the Moonsault - but Janus is back on his feet - catching Morin over his shoulder, the giant drops the smaller man into a painful looking Shoulder Breaker - then drops him to the ground and waits for him to get back up.

 

Axis: "Janus countered the Moonsault by catching Morin and hitting him with a Shoulder Breaker!"

 

King (laughs): "Oh, I bet Morin's hurt after that one!"

 

Morin definitely seems to favour his shoulder as he gets back up, Janus watching him impassively. After the referee checks to see if Morin is all right, the smaller man leans on the ropes and then rebounds back - ducking yet another attempted Big Boot, Morin comes back and drives his good shoulder into Janus' midsection, winding him with a Spear that has the big guy tottering against the ropes. Morin runs back and rebounds, going for another Spear, but Janus catches him and hoists him up into position for a Sit-Down Powerbomb.

 

Axis: "He's going for a Sit-Down Powerbomb! With that much power he'll snap Morin in half!"

 

King: "Good! Go on, Janus! Squash the little guy!"

 

The Powerbomb was not to be, as Morin somehow manages to flip Janus over with one of his signature moves - the Hurricanrana - and go for a pin.

 

ONE!

TW....! And Janus shoves Morin off him, sitting up again. As he gets up, Morin bounces off the ropes and goes for the tried and true Dropkick - but before he can launch himself, he's plowed through the ropes and to the outside as Janus crashes into the smaller man's body with a mighty Gore. Morin goes falling to the outside, gasping and holding his ribs.

 

The referee goes outside to check on Morin, but Janus does not move to continue the assault, instead standing in the ring and watching Morin twitch on the ground.

 

Axis: "Janus isn't following up on his attack! Maybe he's noticing how much damage he's doing to Morin!"

 

King: "There's nothing like watching one face destroy another, Axis! And Janus is a true powerhouse!"

 

The King's commentary seems to get Janus' attention - as the giant turns his head towards the announcing table and stalks over to the other side of the ring. In this vein, he doesn't notice the ref helping Morin back in the ring.

 

Janus: "I destroy heels, not faces. This match will be over quickly."

 

The brusque comment leaves the commentators speechless for a moment, and Janus turns around as Morin comes flying off the top rope and nails a HUGE Tornado DDT, drilling the giant's head into the mat. Morin them climbs the top rope, lifts his arms, and nails a Senton Bomb, laying back across the giant's chest and hooking a leg.

 

ONE!

TWO...! And Janus uses his sheer might to power Morin off him once more and sit up. Morin grimaces as both men get to their feet - and Morin starts chopping at the giant's chest, the crowd letting out a 'whoo!' sound after each chop as the giant steps back, and back again under the blows, apparently unfazed. Morin goes for another chop as he backs the giant into the corner, but Janus grabs him in a front-facelock, and Morin's yell is easily heard as Janus lifts him up and drills him into the canvas with an Implant DDT, then rolls over him for the pin.

 

ONE!

TWO!

THR...! The referee spots Morin's foot on the ropes and breaks up the count, and Janus rises back to his feet as Morin shakes his head groggily, trying to come to his senses. The giant stands over Morin for a moment, then much to the smaller man's horror, launches his bulk off the ground in a mighty Standing Legdrop - that misses as Morin rolls away - the large man grunts in surprise as he jars his tailbone upon hitting the ground. Morin gets up and snaps a few quick kicks into Janus' back and neck to knock the giant over, then attempts to lock on an STF.

 

Axis: "That exchange was positively nasty! And Morin's trying to lock an STF in on Janus!"

 

King: "He can't manage that, Axis! He's gotta be groggy from that DDT, and besides, with someone the size of Janus, can you even lock in an STF??"

 

Axis: "We'll have to see about that!"

 

King appears to be right, as, unable to hook Janus' legs, Morin rolls off the giant before anything bad happens. Using what came best to him earlier in the match, Morin runs back to the ropes as Janus stands up - but instead of hitting a Flying Clothesline, he finds himself lifted by the giant into a painful Whirl Sideslam - and a pin.

 

ONE!

TWO!

Morin kicks out, barely, dazed from the high-power moves Janus is using on him. The giant sits, then stands and looks down at Morin for a moment as if wondering why he kicked out.

 

Axis: "What's Morin doing!? He could've gotten pinned there and he wouldn't go through any more of this!"

 

King: "Don't ask me, Axis! I'm just happy I get to see this big guy inflict more pain on Morin!"

 

Janus shoots a stare at King once more upon that comment, as if detesting the fact he has to do more to the smaller face wrestler in order to put him out of the game. Morin starts getting up, and Janus shakes his head, lifting one arm and signalling for the Chokeslam. Morin turns right into the move, and Janus lifts him into the air - the smaller man kicks at the giant's head and chest to try and get out of the hold. Almost managing it, Morin breaks the chokehold on his throat and starts to drop Janus into a DDT - but the big man bearhugs him mid move and drops him into an Inverted Atomic Drop, making Morin hop around the ring holding his lower anatomy.

 

Axis: "Was that just a cheap shot by Janus??"

 

King: "Naaaaaah. Inverted Atomic Drop usually hits the lower abdomen, although it would be funny if Janus had squashed Morin's privates!"

 

Janus grabs Morin by the arm and whips the smaller man into the ropes, lifting him on the rebound for another Sit-Down Powerbomb. Morin tries to counter with a Hurricanrana again, but the giant is ready for it - he grabs Morin's upper body before he can start the Hurracanrana and then just drops, driving Morin into the mat with incredible force, and leans over him for the pin.

 

ONE!

TWO!

THRE...!

 

Even the referee is staring in blatant astonishment as weakly, and most likely by reflex, Morin grabs the ropes to break up the count. Janus rolls the smaller man out of the pin, sitting there and staring at him as if wondering why the hell he'd continue to stop getting pinned like that.

 

Axis: "Uh...I guess Morin doesn't want to lose at all...he's GOT to have a concussion after being squashed to the mat by that Powerbomb."

 

King: "He's either crazy, tougher than he looks or...just plain crazy! But hey, like I said before, as long as someone gets the hell beaten out of them, I like it!"

 

Using the ropes, Morin is dragging himself up. Janus also rises to his feet, staring at the smaller man... then he just leans against the turnbuckles, allowing Morin time to regain his senses and strength to let the match continue.

 

King: "No, you idiot! Crush him! CRUSH HIM NOW!"

 

Axis: "He mustn't want to hurt Morin too badly - he's letting him recover!"

 

Janus steps away from the turnbuckle as Morin pushes the referee aside....and he plows into the big man's abdomen with an incredible Spear - that makes Janus flip over the top rope and crash in a heap to the ground. Morin is still obviously woozy, but he doesn't stop as Janus starts to gather his senses - the giant is barely halfway to his feet when Morin nails a Suicide Dive straight through the ropes to smash them both to the canvas - and the referee starts the ten count.

 

ONE!

 

Janus starts to stir, and Morin groans.

 

TWO!

 

Morin tries to hook Janus' leg, thinking he can pin the man in this position.

 

THREE!

 

Janus pushes Morin off him and sits up, shaking his head. Morin also starts to stir.

 

FOUR!

 

Janus climbs to his feet, and looks down as Morin grabs his leg and uses it to climb up.

 

FIVE!

 

Grabbing Morin by the shoulder - and watching him yell as it's the one he hit with a Shoulder Breaker, Janus rolls Morin back into the ring.

 

SIX!

 

The count is broken as Janus climbs up onto the apron, and then starts climbing to the top rope.

 

Axis: "What the hell is Janus doing? He doesn't have Morin with him to hit the Darkness Falls..."

 

King: "I dunno, but would you question why a 7'2' guy is climbing the ropes!?"

 

Janus perches on the top rope, but before he can execute any sort of move, Morin wearily climbs onto the turnbuckle after him, punching the giant in the face. Janus locks a hand around Morin's throat as if planning to Chokeslam him off the top rope, but Morin fights the grip off and latches his legs around Janus' neck - and hits a Frakensteiner that flips the giant over onto the canvas with a THUD. Without missing a beat, the woozy Morin jumps up onto the second rope, then the top - nearly slipping off the top rope - and flips over in another Double-Jump Moonsault. And this time, he hits it.

 

Axis: "Double Jump Moonsault! And he hit it this time!"

 

King: "I can't believe it! Morin may have this won! He may have the big guy beat! Come on Janus, get up!"

 

The referee slides down to make sure Janus' shoulders are flat on the canvas, and then begins to count.

 

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

 

But the referee spots Janus' leg on the ropes and rules the count invalid. Morin doesn't notice, thinking he's won, and he lifts his arms and does a little victory dance around the ring - the referee taps Morin on the shoulder as Janus gets back up. The giant bounces off the ropes, and Morin turns around and flips nearly a full 360 as Janus nails him with a Big Boot. The 7'2' man is showing some irritation that Morin hasn't stayed down yet, so he lifts the dazed Morin to his feet as if contemplating his next move - woozily, Morin starts kicking at the giant's leg to little effect.

 

Axis: "Morin thought he had the match won!"

 

King: "Guess he shouldn't have overlooked how good Janus is!"

 

Axis: "King, they're both faces! And you hated Janus in his screening match, what gives!?"

 

King: "Hey!! You're cheering for Morin, Axis! So I suppose I'm stuck cheering for the big guy!"

 

After staring at the top rope in apparent fascination for several moments, Janus seems to decide that it isn't the way to go, and then whips Morin into the ropes, crouching slightly as the smaller man comes back - he hoists him up in preparation for a High-Angle Spinebuster, but Morin grabs onto the ropes so Janus can't slam him down. Janus finally just lets go of Morin's legs and steps away - the smaller man hot-shotting himself on the ropes as Janus stops holding him in the Spinebuster position.

 

Morin staggers back, right into Janus' grip as the giant hooks him in a Full-Nelson, then lifts him up and drives him over in a Full-Nelson suplex, bridging the move for a pin attempt, his entire upper body strength going into holding Morin down. The referee counts.

 

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!!

 

*DING DING DING*

 

"As Darkness Falls" begins to play over the speakers as Janus releases Morin and rises to his feet, lifting his arms in victory.

 

Funyon: "The winner of this bout, by pinfall....JAAAAANUS!"

 

The giant looks down at the practically unconscious Morin for several moments, then shakes his head and leaves the ring, walking to the back as his music continues to play....

[Guest realitycheck]

The crowd is still riled as SJL Metal returns from a short commercial break. Funyon stands in the middle of the ring, ready to announce the next match. Ozzy Ozbourne's "Crazy Train" hits the speakers, sending the Las Vegas crowd into absolute hysterics.

 

Axis stutters uncontrollably as King stands from his spot at the announce table. "You have a match?!" he stammers. The King looks down at him with a frown. "Don't you read the memos?" King asks. He continues, "It was just made half an hour ago. Don King's next big star is gonna take on me, The Suicide King." The Australian frowns deeper. "I thought Don King was just a promoter... "

 

Funyon begins his introductions as the newest referee in the SJL, Shawn Christophson, paces around the ropes. "The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, already at ringside... weighing in at two hundred and twenty four pounds... he is the King of Hearts, the Gambling Man... The Suicide King!!"

 

Axis continues to stammer into the microphone as King makes his way into the ring. "Folks, this is just as much a surprise to me as it is to you! The Suicide King is making his first appearance in the ring since... since... well. It's been quite a while! And who is he taking on?!"

 

The lights in the arena flicker, then become black, as if someone pulled the plug. The Smarktron comes to life, squelching that theory. An eerie, haunted looking castle looms on the screen, bathed in pale moonlight. A celtic cross shadows the moon and "O Fortuna" begins to play in the background. The crowd is quiet, silent in their confusion.

 

"I don't think this is the guy King is supposed to fight," Axis mentions.

 

As the climax of "O Fortuna" comes and goes, the lights spark back to life. A collective gasp sounds as Funyon stumbles back from the form of Shawn Christophson. The camera zooms in, focusing on the thin pool of blood on the mat... there, drawn in the blood are the initials...

 

DoD

 

Axis gasps as the King sits next to him. "Jesus, what kind of evil are we dealing with?" King just shakes his head as EMTs and referees rush into the ring. "Let's just forget this match was gonna take place... let's just forget we came back from commercial break... "

 

On cue, the cameras cut away from the mess in the middle of the ring and return to its previously scheduled commercial block.

[Guest realitycheck]

Sin City

 

Inside the MGM Grand, the near capacity crowd is bristling with excitement as Metal returns to the airwaves! They cheer loudly, standing from their seats, and waving many of their homemade signs high above their heads. At a glance, Johnny Dangerous seems to be a God in his hometown. Johnny Dangerous signs are sprinkled liberally through the crowd, but upon closer inspection… lo and behold, there are some traitors in our midst! “Judge Mental needs a walker!”, and “Can you dig that, Sucka?”

 

“Wait a second… Can you dig that, Sucka?” The Suicide King is completely shocked beyond disbelief! “Somebody needs to take care of this immediately!”

 

Not two seconds pass before SJL security seizes the sign, shredding it beyond recognition, and quickly ejecting this heinous trailer park trash of a fan out of the arena!

 

“AHEM! Welcome back to SJL Metal!” Axis begins, hoping to quickly put this horrible event behind them. “We have had one HELLACIOUS night so far at the MGM Grand, and it’s about to get even better!”

 

“Oh yeah, the show. Well… It’s going to get better after this sorry show is over!” Says the Suicide King. “The second we go off air is the second the Suicide King hits the casinos! I can barley contain the anticipation bubbling up inside me, I almost feel like a freshly shaken bottle of champagne!” Axis pauses for a moment, not sure of what kind of comment should follow that statement.

 

“Ok, well. In just a few moments one of the more anticipated matches for this edition of Metal will go down as Johnny Dangerous prepares to face a mystery opponent!”

 

“Well Johnny Dangerous is making his first homecoming since joining the SJL, so I’m sure he will try something stupid to impress everyone, which will result in another lack luster match from the spy who refuses to die!”

 

“The fans will certainly be in his corner,” Axis points out, “but I think the big buzz surrounding this match is revolving around this mystery man. Who is he? Why is Judge Mental backing him, and who was Judge talking to on his cell phone?”

 

“I don’t think it’s any of your business who Judge Mental was talking to.” Snaps the Suicide King. “You never question the World Champion or his motives! You will find out who this mystery man is soon enough!”

 

“I just have a funny feeling about all of this…” Axis says in a somewhat fearful tone. “Like something BAD is about to happen.”

 

“Quit your babbling. It’s time to get on with this anyway.”

 

The lights begin to dim, quickly causing the fans to rise from their seats and focus their attention on the entrance ramp. Only one name could be said to break the silence and launch this crowd into an absolute frenzy…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Johnny Dangerous!”

 

Before the last syllable of his name could even be said, the fans let out a TREMENDOUS cheer that almost blows the entire roof right off the arena!! The theme for Mission Impossible II roars through the crowds as Johnny Dangerous himself steps out from behind the curtains with his fist raised out to his fans! Johnny quickly sprints for the ring, slides in under the bottom rope, mounts a corner turnbuckle, and throws his arms out once again! Thousands of flash bulbs literally explode from the crowds, catching their hometown hero of the SJL posing in all his glory, and basking in their cheers!

 

“Just because he’s from these parts does not mean these people have to cheer for him!” Says the Suicide King. “I mean, I’m better than him and I don’t even get cheers like this in my hometown!”

 

“I don’t think anyone’s cheered for you since you threw that hundred dollar bill at Chris Raynor.”

 

“Oh, right.”

 

From Inside the ring, Funyon dressed in a suave tuxedo that matches Johnny’s begins his usual introductions. “Introducing first in this match scheduled for one fall! Weighing in at two hundred and five pounds, and hailing from… LAS VEGAS, NEVADA!” Funyon lowers the microphone and does a quick thumbs up, which is met with an overwhelming cheer of approval. “JOHNNNNNY DANGEROUUUUSS!!!”

 

“What the hell was that? Funyon trying to get a cheap pop in the introductions?” Axis looks towards his announcing cohort for some kind of an answer when suddenly-

 

 

Darkness engulfs the arena, signaling the beginning of this mystery opponent’s entrance. Once again the crowds rise and turn their focus to the entrance ramp, hushed in anticipation for tonight’s surprise.

 

“Who is it?”

 

“Move I can’t see!”

 

The SmarkTron suddenly flickers to life, giving some light to the otherwise pitch black arena and sparking even more interest as a video begins to play. Slowly a towering gray structure designed in the most gothic style imaginable comes into view. Cold chills are sent up many of the crowd’s spines as the sight of this building simply OOZES with evil.

 

An orchestrated piece begins seeping through the sound system, complementing the video montage and driving the fans into an even deeper anticipation! The video continues to play, slowly panning down where a rusty old gothic fence that perfectly compliments the entire building comes into view. At the gated entrance, a young girl in a white dress with pink ruffles stands at the dusty road that winds its way all the way to the building.

 

“Who is that?”

 

“Shhh, you blithering idiot!”

 

The cameras zoom in on the little girl, who is looking down towards her feet. Slowly she begins to look up as the music begins to build…

 

“Oh my word!”

 

Her eyeballs are completely white, void of any pupil at all…

 

 

Slowly she begins to open her mouth, preparing to speak as cold winds begin to kick up behind her, wildly shaking the fence and blowing her hair in front of her face…

 

 

 

 

“Heeeeeeee’s heeeeeerrrreeeeeee!”

 

The music begins to build even more as the gates behind her slam shut with a loud CLANG– revealing a word worked into the metal of the gates…

 

 

“ASYLUM!”

 

“What?” Axis doesn’t know what to think! “Who’s here!?! Asylum? What’s going on?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Then-

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

BA-BA-BA-BOOM-BOOM-BOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!

 

Pyrotechnics blast across the stage as the orchestration hits its peak, nearly ripping the stage from it’s foundation, and scaring the living hell out of everyone with its suddenness!! Blinding white lights begin to strobe from all corners of the stage, causing the crowds to squint and shield their eyes after adapting to the darkness.

Shielded from the smoke the pyrotechnics left in their wake, a figure emerges from behind the curtain.

 

“It’s him! There he is!” Axis shouts while pointing his finger towards the man!

 

 

 

Slowly the smoke begins to funnel out, giving more light to the identity of this man. He stands at the top of the stage with his arms tucked behind his back, dressed in a black trench coat and an old New York Gangster style hat.

 

 

 

“I still can’t tell who it is, there’s too much smoke in the way!”

 

 

 

 

As more time goes on the smoke dispatches more-

 

 

 

 

“I-Is that…”

 

 

 

 

The man raises his head, and looks out towards the ring-

 

 

 

 

“Oh my God…”

 

 

 

 

Smiles-

 

 

 

 

“And his opponent,” begins Funyon, “weighing in at one hundred and eighty one pounds, and hailing from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania….”

 

 

 

 

 

 

“IT IS!! IT’S…”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“FUGUUUUUUUUUUE!!!!!!!!!!!”

 

The crowds realize the mystery man’s identity about the same time as Axis and the Suicide King. They are more than simply astounded by this revelation, they can’t believe what their GOD DAMNED EYES is showing them!! Inside the ring Johnny Dangerous can’t believe it either! His stands in total shock with his mouth gapping wide open!

 

“It’s Fugue!” Cries Axis! “The most psychotic man to ever grace the SJL! He’s back, and this crowd is on their feet!”

 

“This is like the BEST early Christmas present ever!” King enthusiastically replies! “Fugue returns and not only that but he is aligned with Judge Mental! Oh my God!”

 

 

The Vegas crowd cheers wildly for Fugue as he begins to waltz down the ramp, heading for the ring. “How easily they have forgotten.” He thinks to himself as he smiles from ear to ear, climbing up the steel steps, and entering the ring.

 

“So Fugue is the mystery man, but this still doesn’t explain who Judge Mental was talking to on his cell phone! Who is secretly backing these two?”

 

Fugue removes his hat and sunglasses once he hits the middle of the ring, and slowly he begins to unbutton his trench coat. Grabbing onto the opening of his coat, he prepares what seems like some kind of grand unveiling. Pausing for a moment like he is almost hesitating to remove his coat, for fear of what is underneath. Then quickly he whips open his coat, revealing his newest T-shirt-

 

 

 

 

“Oh…”

 

 

“My…”

 

 

“God…” Axis says as his mouth drops open in total surprise upon seeing the shirt. Something that instantly strikes fear with nothing more mentioned but the name itself. “Say it isn’t so…”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“M…”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“7?”

 

“What the heck is…” Axis’ eyes widen about a mile as he finally puts two and two together. “M7! The Magnificent Seven!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“NO! NO WAY IN HELL!” Cries Axis!

 

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” The Suicide King bolts from his seat, cheering louder than ever before! “If this is what I think it is than the SJL as we know it is in for a RUDE awaking! You don’t wear an M7 shirt to the ring unless there is a meaning behind it, and I think this message is as clear as day!”

 

“No! There is no message!” Shouts Axis!

 

“The hell there isn’t! It all adds up! Someone who is ordering around the World Champion Judge Mental sent the Fugue as the mystery man, and Fugue comes down sporting a M7 T-shirt! This could only mean one thing! Judge is taking orders from TOM FLESHER in the SWF, leader of the Magnificent 7! Judge Mental and Fugue MUST be a part of the SJL M7!”

 

“There is no SJL M7!”

 

“There is now, obviously!”

 

“God, Help us all.”

 

Fugue stands with his arms stretched out to the masses, basking in all the heat from his revelation. Quickly he snaps his head around and locks his eyes dead on with Johnny Dangerous, who has patiently waited in a corner for the entirety of this grand entrance. “Let’s dance.” He mouths out. Johnny nods, and the two begin to circle each other, ready to put this one into the history books as Matthew Kivell signals for the bell.

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

“… And we are ready to get this match underway,” says Axis, “with both men circling one another, looking for an opening.”

 

After a few circles, the two clash with a collar-and-elbow lock up which surprisingly sets this crowd on fire! Both men struggle to keep the other at bay until Johnny finally overpowers Fugue and manages to slap on a quick face lock! It doesn’t last long, however as Fugue breaks free of the hold, shoves back on Johnny, and immediately darts for the far ropes. Dangerous spins around to face his oncoming adversary, ready to plow one right into Fugue’s jaw as he rears back with his fist and-

 

“Not this time, Danger Boy!”

 

No! Fugue proves to be a little lighter on his feet tonight, and swings out his arm into Johnny’s neck, leveling him with a RUTHLESS clothesline before Dangerous can put his deadly right hook into play!

 

WHAM!

 

Without skipping a single beat, Fugue keeps his speed up charging straight for the opposite ropes just as Johnny jumps back to his feet, apparently ready for more! Fugue swings out his arm, but this time Johnny is equally prepared and ducks the clothesline, pops up from behind, locks his hands around Fugue’s waist, and lifts him for a German Suplex!

 

WHAM!

 

“I don’t think I have seen Johnny pull many of those out before.” Says Axis. “Of course most of his opponents aren’t this light, so we may finally be able to see what Johnny Dangerous has in terms of power moves tonight!”

 

“Actually,” King replies, “Since all he knows is basically punching and kicking, I would assume he knows very little of those kinds of moves.”

 

“Well you know what assuming does, King.”

 

“Well you know what my fist does, Axis.”

 

Johnny reaches down and grabs onto Fugue and pulls him to his feet, then spins him around and locks his arms around the Musician’s waist again! He begins to jerk Fugue off his feet- but is stopped short when the Musician’s elbow comes roaring into his jaw! Crack! Johnny’s head snaps back but he refuses to loosen his grip until another elbow flies back- CRACK- forcefully knocking him off Fugue!

 

Johnny stumbles back, putting a hand to the side of his face he massages the stinging sensation in his jaw, then spins back around…

 

 

 

 

 

SMACK!!

 

 

“..and Fugue absolutely LEVELS Johnny with a tremendous clothesline!”

 

Johnny SCRAMBLES to get to his feet, patting his neck with one hand as he stumbles across the ring gasping for air, and reaching out for something to hold onto with the other!

 

“Good Lord,” cries Axis, “he may have crushed his larynx with that last clothesline.”

 

“If that’s the case maybe he will loose the ability to sweet talk the Vegas ladies after the show, leaving more pickings for me!”

 

Making sure Johnny has little if any time to recover, Fugue grabs onto him by his arm from behind, spins him around, and quickly pops him one right in the kisser! Johnny staggers back from the punch, and almost falls into the ropes- which he would have if it weren’t for Fugue being so kind and pulling him back by his arm- right before he SLINGS Johnny to the opposite ropes! Fugue catches him as he returns, raises him above his shoulder, pivots, and slams Johnny face first into the mat!

 

WHAM!!

 

“Fugue’s going for a cover!”

 

One!!

 

Two- Johnny thrust his shoulder up, breaking the count, and shoves the Musician off of him!

 

”Amazing,” says Axis, ”Fugue is showing no signs of any ring rust, which is usually pretty common after an absence like his!”

 

“He may have been away from the ring, but this man lives, breathes, and drinks wrestling… Oh and music too. Still he may have been away, but I guarantee he wasn’t resting up!”

 

“Obviously, he seems to have been wheeling and dealing with Tom Flesher.”

 

“You leave poor Tom out of this, he hasn’t done anything wrong here!”

 

Fugue jumps to his feet, reaches down and grabs Johnny’s arm just as the self proclaimed ‘Super Spy’ tries to get back on proper footing, and CRANKS back on his wrist! Dangerous lets out a small whelp as he fans with his free hand, trying to sooth the burning sensation, just before Fugue sticks out his elbow and plows it into the back of Johnny’s elbow, driving his arm into the mat!

 

“Ouch, He’s going to hyperextend his elbow like that!”

 

“Fugue is just showing his technical expertise there.” King adds. “Johnny can’t seem to do much outside of brawling so lets get rid of that arm and see how well he does!”

 

“Not a bad game plan.”

 

Fugue jumps back up, all the while never releasing Johnny’s arm and sinks his knee into his arm! Johnny grunts and tries to scramble to his feet, but a sharp kick to the head knocks that plan out of commission! Once again, Fugue bolts back up then drops his knee back into the same spot on Johnny’s arm, only this time causing Johnny to scream out much louder!

 

“And he’s working that arm over like it were a piece of dough! Johnny’s going to be swinging like a gimp when Fugue is done with that arm!”

 

Seemingly tired of just kneeing Johnny’s arm, Fugue sits down on the Spy’s back and intertwines his arm around his legs-

 

“Fugue is trying to get the Fujiwara arm bar locked in!”

 

-and pulls back on Johnny’s arm as he leans back searching for the other arm, but the Dangerous one isn’t about to give it up with out a fight! Johnny swats at Fugue’s reaching hand, trying his hardest to keep the Musician at bay while reaching out himself for the nearby ropes!

 

“What a baby,” says the Suicide King, “Just let him have your arm.”

 

“Oh I suppose you would just donate one of your arms to that, King?”

 

“The hell I would! I got some poker matches to tend to later, and I need both of my arms to sneak that ace in!”

 

Suddenly from the out of the crowds a small rumbling is heard, a noise like Johnny has yet to really experience to it’s full effect. The sound of his people chanting his name!

 

“DANGEROUS!”

 

“DANGEROUS!”

 

“DANGEROUS!”

 

Johnny suddenly rolls over onto his back, lying across the Musician’s stomach, but still can’t shake his arm free of Fugue’s evil grasp! So like any good spy must, Johnny improvises and grabs onto Fugue’s head and rolls over backwards to his feet-

 

 

-and stands up with Fugue draped across his shoulders, eliciting a substantial cheer from this crowd!

 

“My word, Johnny DOES have some strength in there! He just reversed that Fujiwara arm bar into a Fireman’s Carry!”

 

Fugue’s eye’s widen to about half the size of the Grand Canyon, surprised at this somewhat interesting turn of events, but before he can react Johnny flips forward and spikes his back into the mat!

 

WHAM!!

 

“WHAT A COUNTER!” Axis shouts!

 

Fugue shoots to an upright position, griping his back in pain, and reaches out for the ropes, but Johnny is on him like stink on sh*t, stomping his foot into the Musician’s back!

 

WHAM!

 

The first blow knocks Fugue flat on his face, but the brutality doesn’t stop there, not by a long shot as Johnny lights him up with stomp after vicious stomp to his back!

 

WHAM!

 

WHAM!

 

WHAM!

 

Fugue’s blood curdled screams, fall on deaf ears as Johnny REFUSES to let up until Kivell finally intervenes and shoves Johnny off of him! “That’s enough Dangerous!”

 

“Yeah,” the Suicide King adds, “That’s enough of that cheap foo-foo fighting!”

 

“What are you talking about? Johnny is being just as relentless as Fugue! Maybe he’s sending out a message to the Magnificent Seven?”

 

“Maybe you have your head shoved so far up your @$$, you can’t tell night from day! The only message Johnny is going to be sending out is yes I will get my @$$ kicked!”

 

Fugue begins to stand while massaging his throbbing back, leaving himself wide open as Johnny sneaks in from behind and locks his arms around the Musician’s waist!

 

“He’s going for another German!”

 

Johnny lifts- No- immediately he lets Fugue drop loose as he feels his arm about to completely go out!

 

“All that arm work from Fugue seems to have paid off so far.” Axis speculates. “Johnny is going to have to go another route this time!”

 

He staggers back, rubbing his arm when the Musician spins around and socks him right in the eye! WHAP! Johnny drops to his knees covering his eye, but with his one good eye catches something that doesn’t sit very well with him- Fugue raising his arms out and trying to steal the fans in Johnny’s own hometown! The crowds show their loyalty and rain down on Fugue with a storm of Boo’s, but the Musician being the somewhat off-in-the-head-loony seems to bask in their reaction.

 

“Umm, Fugue. There not cheering for you, man.”

 

Suddenly Johnny springs to his feet, rushes in, hurdles himself into the air, and plants a flying side-kick into Fugue’s back!

 

CRACK!!

 

“Sweet mother of Mary,” cries Axis, “he’s going to blow his back out with moves like that!”

 

Fugue falls face first into the mat, screaming in horror as Johnny slumps down into a corner, trying to work the kink out of his arm!

 

“That was BS, Axis! Johnny should have been disqualified for that!”

 

“Well, Kivell hasn’t said anything yet so he must be allowing it!”

 

Fugue lets out a loud groan as he reaches out for the ropes to help pull himself to his feet, and winces as he begins to stands when the pain comes flooding down his spine. Never before has he let any pain no matter how much it hurt stop him from achieving his goals, and there is no way in HELL that Johnny Dangerous is going to be the first to stop him! He grits his teeth hard and pushes on, finally standing to his feet and lets out a TREMENDOUS battle cry! “RAAAARRRRRRHHHHH!!!”

 

“Johnny better run,” cries the Suicide King, “Fugue is FURIOUS!”

 

“Fugue is furious? Check out Johnny Dangerous, his arm looks like it might be broken in seven places! I know I’d be skip hoppin’ mad!”

 

“If that’s the case than it would be MAGNIFICENTLY broken in seven places! Fugue is so smart and cunning to leave the mark of M Seven like that!”

 

Johnny darts his eyes towards Fugue, hearing his battle cry ring out, and slowly begins to stand up himself. He holds tightly to his arm which has already turned beet red from the attacks, rubbing it gently as he begins to step out of the turnbuckle and close in on Fugue.

 

“See,” says Axis, “Johnny’s mad, Fugue’s mad, hell were all mad!”

 

“What you want a red and white striped hat to go along with that stupid remark, Axis?”

 

Slowly, Fugue begins to step forward towards Johnny, fighting back every once of pain with each new step. The crowds begin to stir in anticipation of what could be the final showdown between these two men and let out a huge cheer as both men collide with swinging fist!

 

“THIS IS IT! THIS IS IT!”

 

Johnny HAMMERS his fist into Fugue’s jaw with his one good arm, snapping his head to the side, draws his arm back-

 

-when Fugue lunges forward, swings his fist out and SMASHES it into the front of Dangerous’ nose with enough force to knock a hole through a brick wall! The crowd responds with an “Ooh!” as Johnny stumbles back with his hand over his nose.

 

“My God, Fugue didn’t pull that punch one bit!”

 

His eyes begin to water and he can feel the stickiness of his blood oozing onto his fingertips, but the determined spy swings out, hoping to hit something!

 

“Nobody home!” Says Axis.

 

Fugue rushes in to take advantage, and wisely ducks as Johnny wildly sends a spinning heel kick out, pops up from behind, grabs Johnny’s arms and wrap his own around them, locking his hands behind Dangerous’ back! Johnny lets out a tender whelp of pain as Fugue locks in the move and pulls back on his arms, then jumps up-

 

 

WHHHAAAMMM!!!

 

 

“CODA! By Gawd, I never thought I would see that move ever again!” Shouts Axis as the crowd gasps in horror, realizing what comes next! “But Johnny landed on his knees, I don’t think that is suppose to happen!”

 

“If we are lucky, Johnny’s knee will be shattered! Either way Mag Seven Junior is making their presence felt!”

 

Fugue holds tight to Johnny’s arms, then shoves off and somersaults over Dangerous, landing in a beautiful bridge!

 

“HARMONY! HARMONY! BITTER SWEET HARMONY! JOHNNY HAS REACHED THE END OF THE LINE!!”

 

Johnny yells out in EXCRUCIATING pain, feeling his arms just a moment away from tearing off his shoulders! Just when all looks well for the Fugue, the Musician’s eyes bulge wide open as the pain begins to surge through his entire back at an alarming rate! He begins to shout, but muffles it by biting down onto his own lip, trying his best to subdue his agony!

 

”FUGUE HAS THE HARMONY LOCKED IN, BUT IT’S PUTTING MORE PRESSURE ON HIS BACK! FUGUE’S NOT GOING TO BE ABLE TO HOLD IT IN FOR LONG!”

 

“HE BETTER, DAMNIT!” Shouts King! “Fugue doesn’t know the meaning of pain, it’s not going to bother him! Block it out Fugue, block it out!”

 

“Do you give?” Kivell shouts towards Johnny, but the Spy shakes his head no while gritting his teeth! “He better ask Fugue too,” says Axis, “Because I’m not sure who has who locked in right now!” Kivell looks towards Fugue, but before he can even ask, the Musician shouts no while shaking his head accordingly!

 

The crowds begin to rise up and cheer loudly as both men refuse to budge, hollering in extreme agony! Fugue reaches deep down and pulls at Johnny’s arm’s as hard as he possibly can, but Johnny resist and pulls back down on Fugue, keeping the pain in the Musician’s back second only to his own!

 

“HE’S GONNA TAP! HE’S GONNA TAP! HE’S GONNA TAAAAAAAAPP!!”

 

“Who’s going to tap?” ask Axis.

 

“Johnny Dangerous, you TWIT! Any moment now!”

 

“I don’t think Johnny CAN tap! He’s a spy after all, those guys are trained to deal with pain and never reveal any kind of information!”

 

“Who the hell is asking the dumb son of a b*tch questions? Besides, Fugue will never tap! He could be drawn and quartered before figuring out that if he tapped it would end the pain! He is insane you know!”

 

Fugue screams and hollers, vigorously shaking his head in either pain or joy, one of the two, nobody can be quite sure. Once again the crowds begin to chant, and chant loudly for their hometown hero!

 

“DANGEROUS!”

 

“DANGEROUS!”

 

“DANGEROUS!”

 

“This crowd has simply come alive! They want to see their local star win, but the odds don’t look to good for Johnny!”

 

He hears them, chanting his name! Cheering him on! “No!” he tells himself, “I-Johnny begins to pull back on Fugue’s arms with all his might, -“MUST”-eliciting a definite scream of pain from the Musician as He begins to try –“GO”-and stand to his feet-“ON!” With one final burst of energy, Johnny clenches his fist, grits his teeth, shuts his eyes…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

…. AND STANDS!!

 

“GOOD GOD! I DON’T THINK I HAVE EVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THIS BEFORE! FUGUE HAS THE HARMONY LOCKED IN BUT JOHNNY DANGEROUS IS STANDING TALL!”

 

“THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE!”

 

“THE HELL IT IS, KING! HE’S DOING IT! JOHNNY DANGEROUS HAS FUGUE UPSIDE DOWN AND ON HIS BACK!”

 

THE CROWDS LET OUT A MONSTROUS CHEER LIKE NEVER BEFORE HEARD FOR JOHNNY DANGEROUS AS HE STANDS WITH FUGUE LOCKED ONTO HIS BACK AND LETS OUT A HUGE BATTLE CRY, AND-

 

“NO,” shouts the Suicide King, “THIS CAN’T HAPPEN!”

 

-JUMPS BACK, KICKING HIS FEET OUT FOR A SIT OUT, AND GRINDS FUGUE INTO THE MAT!!

 

 

WWWWHHHAAAAAMMMMMM!!!!!

 

“VERTEBREAKER! JOHNNY DANGEROUS JUST PULLED OUT A VERTEBREAKER! THIS HAS GOT TO BE IT!!”

 

“WHAT THE HELL!?!?” the Suicide King is completely astounded! “This is simply unreal, Johnny can’t do this, he isn’t SUPPOSE to win this match!”

 

Summoning the last bit of energy he possibly can for the night, Johnny crawls over to Fugue, rolls him onto his back, hooks his leg, and pins him down to the mat! Kivell slides in and raises his arm up for the count, and with the crowds counting along-

 

 

 

 

 

“ONE!!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“TWO!!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“THREEE!!!”

 

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

The crowds erupt like Mount Saint Helen’s, going completely BALLISTIC, and drowning out everything else inside the arena! Even Johnny’s music kicking up can barley be heard, or Funyon for that matter as he makes his announcement!

 

“YOUUUUUR WINNER!!” Bellows Funyon, and suddenly the crowds draw silent-

 

-so silent you could almost hear a pin drop, until- “JOHNNNNNNNNY DANGEROUUUUUUSSS!!!!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

-AND THE CROWDS BLOW THE ROOF OFF THE ARENA!! Kivell grabs Johnny’s arm and raises it up in victory, then lets go and Johnny slumps to the mat to join Fugue, completely drained of his batteries!

 

“What a spectacular match!” says Axis. “Johnny Dangerous didn’t look like he would come out on top earlier on in this match, but with the help of his local family and friends cheering him on, Johnny was able to maintain and pull this one out of the bag!”

 

“What a load of crap,” retorts the Suicide King, “Fugue had this one from the start and even had the Harmony locked in! I don’t see how he could have possibly lost!”

 

“Just rest in the fact that the two delivered a hell of a match, and Johnny barley pulled out the win here. In another match up, the tables could very easily be turned!”

 

“What a hullaboo! The Magnificent Seven will not be pleased with this one bit at all! They came here to win, and make their presence know, but Johnny Dangerous just mucked that one all up!”

 

“Well they still have another chance, King. If Judge Mental truly is a part of this as well, then he might be able to be the saving grace. His match is up next as he looks to take on the newest challenger to his World Championship, Ejiro Fasaki!”

 

A sweeping shot of the ring shows a last look of the mayhem that transpired as Johnny Dangerous lies prone in the ring, blood covering his face, and his hair definitely out of place, while Fugue lies inches by. The camera’s zoom closer into the lettering on his T-shirt, giving one last look at what could very well cause the destruction of everything as we know it…

 

 

 

 

 

 

… M7

 

*Fade to commercials*

[Guest realitycheck]

We return from the commercial break with Axis and The Suicide King sitting around the announce table as the fans behind them hand over the rail like idiots. Axis looks into the camera and speaks to his partner with some concern in his voice.

 

“What a night this has been, King. The Magnificent Seven has made its Junior League presence known, and they have already signed The SJL World Heavyweight Champion and the submission master, Fugue, into their ranks. You have to wonder, King, how is The European Champion, Ejiro Fasaki, going to deal with it in just a few moments when he gets his long awaited chance at the World Title.”

 

King thinks hard, “Well, he can’t. He simply can’t beat Judge Mental, and he cannot overcome the magic of the Magnificent Seven. Don’t you know the history behind that stable? There are titles and victories coming out their pores! They breathe victory. And there’s nothing Ejiro Fasaki can do to overcome that kind of pedigree.”

 

Axis retorts, “King, I think you might be underestimating Fasaki. He’s been on a roll for several weeks now. He’s got victories over WildChild, Tim Dillon, Jack the Ripper… he’s certainly not helpless against Judge.”

 

“None of those guys were in The Magnificent Seven, though Axis. None of them have been as dominate as Judge Mental has been since day one. Face facts, Ejiro Fasaki has no hope of winning tonight. None, and nothing anyone can say can convince me otherwise.”

 

“Well, maybe Ejiro Fasaki will be just the man to do that here tonight, King. Because that match is only moments away… Let’s go to Funyon for the ring introductions.”

 

The bell rings three times as Funyon stands in the center of the ring, ready to fulfill his announcing duties. Pulling the microphone to his lips, Funyon calls out to the fans.

 

“Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your MAIN EVENT and is scheduled for one fall for the Smarks Junior League Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first, the challenger…”

 

Biohazard’s “Sellout” starts pumping out through the sound system of The MGM Grand as the fans let loose with an actual cheer for the challenger,

 

“The fans are responding with cheers for Fasaki? Is this upside down day and no one told me, Axis?”

 

Axis answers the question with, “I think this is a case where the fans don’t so much like Fasaki as they hate Judge Mental. They want Fasaki to put a stop to this Magnificent Seven business before it even gets off the ground. They want Fasaki, who has always done everything by himself, to stop this gang mentality from even getting a running start here, in SJL competition.”

 

Ejiro Fasaki steps through the apron with a determined look on his face as he steps down to the ring, dressed in white. Stepping through the ropes, Ejiro unhooks the European Title from around his waist before stepping right past Funyon and towards the ropes. Stepping to the middle rope, Ejiro raises the title he has worked so hard to win high into the air as fireworks fire into the air from the turnbuckles on both sides of Ejiro. The fans let out a cheer of support as Fasaki hops off the ropes and places his title belt across his shoulder. Staring at the entranceway and waiting for his opponent, Ejiro mentally readies himself for the battle to come so very soon.

 

“In the ring to my left, he weighs in at 188 pounds and hails from Sarasota, Florida. He is also the SJL Euro… excuse me… Ejiropean Champion and would like to give a shout out to those unwashed French bastards who can’t stop being rude for a minute. This is EEEEEEEJIROOOOOO FASAKIIIIIII! And his opponent…”

 

NOW TESTIFY!

 

As the lights dim and Rage Against the Machine’s “Testify” plays through the arena, the fans let loose with a momentous amount of boos for his actions in the past, but especially for tonight’s formation of the SJL Magnificent Seven. Stepping through the curtain, Judge stands regally at the top of the entranceway, soaking up the jeers for just a moment before he makes his way down the aisle and up the ringside stairs. Parting the ropes, Mental steps through the middle rope and stares a hole strait through his opponent, focused as always. Parting his robes, Mental displays to the crowd both the SJL Heavyweight Title and his new favorite ring accessory, a Magnificent Seven T-Shirt. Drawing even more fire from the crowd, Mental does a little turn in the center of the ring displaying his title to the fans in attendance. Pulling off his robes and handing them to the ringside attendant, Judge continues to wear his big gold belt as he stalks his way to the center of the ring as Funyon completes his announcing duties.

 

“Introducing, the champion, from Royal Oak, Michigan. He weighs in at 250 pounds and is a two time and current SJL WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! Introducing, JUDGE MENTALLLLLLLLLL!”

 

Judge stands in the center of the ring, expressionlessly waiting for this battle to commence. And as he does, so Ejiro steps right up to the champion. The fans buzz in anticipation of the contest to come as Axis and Suicide King continue to analyze the contest to come.

 

“Well, King, I think its pretty obvious what Ejiro has to do here. He’s going to have to try and take the larger and stronger Judge Mental down to the canvas and out wrestle him there. Because Fasaki just doesn’t match up going toe-to-toe.”

 

“Outwrestle Judge Mental on the mat? Are you crazy? Accomplishing that is impossible, not even by a technician like Fasaki. Ejiro has to stick and move that is his only hope. But sooner or later, The Judge is going to have some order in his court. Right there in the center of the ring.”

Referee Anthony Michael Hall relays some last minute instructions to the competitors before waving his arm to the ringside timekeeper for the match to begin. Judge and Fasaki continue to stare deep into each other’s eyes, unmoving at the sound of the continued buzz of the wrestling fans in attendance. Hall reaches in between the two gladiators to take their title belts and get this match underway. But when he reaches out for The European Champion, Ejiro spin around and smacks the poor Breakfast Club star right in the forehead with it, dropping him like a rock!

 

“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?” screams The Suicide King.

 

“Fasaki just drove the European Title right into the head of the referee! What the hell is he thinking? He just gave away a shot at the World Heavyweight Title? But, why King? Why would he do that?”

 

Leaping onto Hall’s limp form, Fasaki begins to drive a series of elbows strait into the referee’s exposed face again and again, drawing a trickle of blood from Hall’s forehead. Getting to his feet, Ejiro pulls the referee off the canvas and holds him by the lapel as …

 

“Judge Mental just superkicked the official! What the heck is going on?”

 

“Oh I think I can make a guess here, Axis. And I think you can too.”

 

With the referee down and out, Ejiro and Judge glare at each other again. Eye to eye, they look into each other, before finally, Fasaki breaks into a huge smile.

 

“NO! NO! NO! He wouldn’t, would he King?”

 

Judge’s lips curl into a tiny smile before extending a hand out to the European Champion. As the fans let loose with horrific boos, Ejiro extends his hand in response and together the champions of the SJL stand in union for the first time.

 

“I think it’s pretty obvious that he did, Axis. Oh man, is the balance of power shifting right before our eyes or what? What a great day to be alive!”

 

Judge walks to the side of the ring and calls out for the microphone from Funyon. Not wanting to draw the ire of Mental, Funyon quickly complies with the request.

 

“Ejiro Fasaki,” begins Judge Mental, “This is your night. This is the night you become more than just a wrestler. Tonight you become part of a dynasty of excellence. Tonight is the day you can say to the whole world, ‘I am better than you’ and know beyond any doubt that it is true…”

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Because tonight, you join the Magnificent Seven!”

 

And with that announcement, the Las Vegas natives scream out in rage as Fasaki leans back and smiles broadly to his new comrade in arms. Axis makes with the commentary…

 

“Oh BAH GAWD. First Judge Mental, then Fugue, and now SJL European Champion Ejiro Fasaki? This SJL branch of the Magnificent Seven may be the most dominate stable in SJL history, King!”

 

“Maybe? They already are, Axis! They have the world title, they have the European title, and they have the submission master. They were already the kings of the hill, and now they are all working together with one purpose! No one is going to stop these guys, nobody!”

 

Judge smiles one last time as he hands the microphone over to Ejiro Fasaki. Looking at his new leader, Ejiro grins like the cat that has caught the proverbial canary. Bringing the microphone closer, Fasaki speaks.

 

“You know something, J.M.? I have never been as proud in my life as I am right now. Oh some things have come close, my wedding day, my divorce day, the day I hit WildChild over the head with a pistol… but nothing comes close to being indoctrinated into the greatest stable in wrestling history. And teaming with great guys like you and like Fugue is just about the greatest honor anyone could possibly receive.”

 

Looking out to the fans for just a moment with a raised eyebrow, Ejiro draws from them a dueling chant of…

 

“FUCK YOU FASAKI! MENTAL MIDGET! FUCK YOU FASAKI! MENTAL MIDGET!”

 

“You know, all of you people can just shut up. You aren’t going to ruin this moment for me. Shouldn’t you all be out gambling away money you don’t have anyway? I think one of you still hasn’t taken all the mortgages out on your homes that you could. Get on that, why don’t you?”

 

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

 

“You know what, you mouth breathers? I don’t owe you people anything to begin with. When I started out in SJL, all I wanted to do was wrestle and entertain for you. And what did you do? You spat at me in favor of brighter, shinier wrestlers that wore funny outfits and flew around the ring. Well, look at me know. I am the Ejiropean Champion, and I am with the greatest unit in wrestling right now! And it’s only our first day. Alone, Judge Mental went out and won match after match before he became the SJL World Champion … twice. On his own, Fugue became a master of submission wrestling beyond all comparison. On my own, I captured the Ejiropean Title and am the number one contender to the SJL World Title. And now, we are a unit. Now, there is nothing anyone can do that can even challenge our superiority in the ring. Now, it is our time to purely dominate the sport like none other. Johnny Dangerous, MVS, Matt Myers, WildChild, Insane Luchador, Dace Night … anyone you want to name. None of them can compete with the array of talent Tom Flesher and Judge Mental have put together in just one day!”

 

“I can’t argue with these guys’ successes King, but they aren’t going to just walk over everyone here, no way.”

 

“Oh yeah, Axis? Who is going to stop them that has not already tried while these guys were on their own? The SJL Magnificent Seven is just unbeatable and you know it.”

 

Ejiro continues, “So I guess in conclusion, there is just one more thing to say here tonight. In the months and years to come, as we get stronger and meaner and harder to beat. You will all look back to tonight and think about it and say, ‘Why didn’t anyone stop those guys?’ Remember then, that there wasn’t one reason why. There were … seven… magnificent… reasons!”

 

As Fasaki and Judge begins to leave, a voice speaks up over the PA system.

 

“And I’ll give you one good guess who is gonna beat your ass!”

 

The crowd recognizes the voice and pops big as the former World Champ, Matt Myers, comes dashing doing the entrance ramp, holding a 20 foot long wallet chain in hand! Both Ejiro and Judge brace themselves as the man slides right into the ring and rolls right up to his feet. Ejiro is the first to attack, dashing in…..

 

THWACK!

 

And getting laid out by a spinning heel kick! The crowd cheers, but they hush down as Mental uses the chance to get behind Myers, putting on a waist lock…

 

WHACK!

 

A stiff elbow right to the temple from Matt forces the Judge to release the hold, and Myers quickly puts on a ¾ Headlock and jumps forward, falling onto his back and nailing a Diamond Cutter on the World Champ!

 

“New Found Glory! New Found Glory!” Shouts Axis as the crowd is just eating the heroics up! Matt rolls over, chain in hand, and wraps it around Mental’s neck with incredible familiarity and quickness. Before he can begin pulling, Ejiro comes up from behind, laying on hard chops to the back of the former champ. Matt stumbles forwards, but Fasaki quickly follows up by grabbing Myers’ wrist and whipping him to the other side of the ring. Matt bounces off the ropes, and as he comes back Ejiro grabs his arm trying to take him down in a Fujiwara Armbar, Myers spins around quickly and twists Ejiro’s arm quickly, catching him in an arm wringer. Ejiro bends over trying the relieve some of the pain, but Matt quickly moves over and grabs the back of the Ejiropean Champion’s neck. As soon as Matt releases the arm wringer, he hooks his leg around Fasaki’s and falls backwards, slamming the young champion to the mat in with a Russian Leg Sweep!

 

“Myers is cleaning house, and both the Judge and Ejiro can’t handle him!”

 

“This is just the reason why we are better off with the Judge as a champ. He never went around randomly attacking people with wallet chains and the like.”

 

“No, he just superkicks referees while his buddies belt shot them!”

 

“Hey, they were just showing Hall the title belt and he got too close to the thing. It was an innocent accident. And the Superkick was for his performance in Weird Science.. The Judge simply doesn’t like bad acting. Now if only he could do that to Carrot Top …. ”

 

Matt kips up and goes over to the now rising Mental, quickly grabbing the chains and pulling back. Mental furiously kicks his legs as Myers chokes the life out of him, and the World Champ desperately claws at his neck trying to get some air! The crowd pops even more as Mental gasps for air. Meanwhile, a trench coat clad man in the crowd jumps over the barrier and slides into the ring, pulling a large object from his coat…

 

SMACK!

 

“Bolt Cutters!”

 

The figure smashes them over Matt’s head, and as Matt lies on the ground clutching his cranium, the man throws off trench coat and reveals what everyone has already deduced…

 

“It was Fugue! He was waiting in the crowd just for Myers to come out!”

 

“That’s not just it, Axis. He pulled out the old bolt cutters from his sWo days. He’ probably getting some revenge for Matt killing off the sWo like he did.”

 

Fugue looks down at Myers with his usual demented smile, and gives him another swing with the cutters, nailing Matt right in the back and knocking him right out. Ejiro begins to get up, as does Mental, quickly unfurling the chain from around his neck. Fugue helps the leader of the new stable up, and Mental stares daggers into the fallen hero. He gives a swift kick to the man’s gut, and the others quickly follow suit, and soon Matt is being stomped into the mat by a trio of boots.

 

“One… is the loneliest number that you'll ever do…”

 

Axis gives a look of disgust as Three Dog Night’s “One is the Loneliest Number” “That’s so distasteful, it makes me want to puke. Who would ever to think to play that song at a time like this?”

 

“Me, of course.” Says King proudly. “I find it greatly enhances my viewing pleasure to have music playing while I watch this stuff. It’s like a movie now.”

 

“A movie?!”

 

“Yeah, it’s The Ass-Kicking Club. Like The Breakfast Club, but only with Anthony Michael Hall laid out and three Jud Nelsons beating up Emilio Estevez. I give it two thumbs up!”

 

“They are just brutalizing Matt! How can you possibly condone this?”

 

“There are three of them, and there is only one of Matt. That’s the real reason behind the song. I mean, it’s simple irony…”

 

“No, I mean their actions!”

 

“Oh! Well, again, there are three of them and there is only one of Matt. For them ‘Just because we want to…’ is good enough for me.”

 

Finally they relent, revealing Matt with blood trickling out of his mouth and nose. Mental gives one good hard kick in Matt’s gut, and the three of them walk down the entrance ramp. At the end, Judge and Ejiro turn around and hold their belts in the air, and the crowd boos wildly as the camera goes back to the unconscious Matt Myers. We look as stirs a bit, and a medical crew comes out to look at him as we….

 

FADE TO BLACK

[Guest realitycheck]

Summary of mass DESTRUCTION~!

 

 

OPENING PROMO

-Matt informs us that he's been injured, and will be on the shelf for some time. Damn you, Myers, do you have ANY idea what our roster looks like as it IS? He also presents our world champion with an early Christmas gift... aww... innat sweet?

 

-Holly gets some advice on how to save himself in the Window Pain match form the man that knows it best! ...at least, he tries to.

 

ELIMINATION WINDOW PAIN MATCH

“Hollywood” Spike Jenkins vs. Jack the Ripper vs. Insane Luchador vs. Dace Night

-Dace continues to impress, picking up his fifth consecuitive win... DARK STAR DRIVING Holly head-first through some glass. Yeowch.

 

-Judge Mental has a most eeeeeVil announcement to make, revealing that the M7 have expanded to the JL! Tom Flesher, indespensible M7 leader, was not available to welcome Judge to the fold. Hey, YOU try and get around his agent to book him on an SJL show.

 

CRUISERWEIGHT RULES MATCH

Wildchild vs. MVS

-MVS wins, in a Wildchild written match (Jobbed again? Zuh?), thanks to a distraction from Ejiro Fasaki.

 

SINGLES MATCH

Janus vs. James Morin

-The n00b shows, and wins in a good--albeit a tad short--match!

 

-Another curious mystery promo...

 

SINGLES MATCH

Johnny Dangerous vs. ???

-Who was the mystery man!? What dastardly secret was revealed in this match!? And could our intrepid hero, Johnny Dangerous, overcome him in front of his hometown fans!?

 

...what, you think I'm going to spoil it here? Read this match!

 

MAIN EVENT

WORLD TITLE MATCH

Ejiro Fasaki vs. Judge Mental

-Mua'hahahahahaha!

 

Heh... and on that note, I must say to all you JLers: EXCELLENT show! I'll have more in-depth praise than that on the comments thread... eventually. Card should be up fairly soon.