WRATH, Nov 24!!!!

[Guest Suicide King]

SJL Wrath Card for the 24th of November, 2002!

Due: 3pm EST, Sunday.

Sent to: Suicide King

Venue: The Joe Louis Arena in Detroit, Michigan! (Because Judge has to get SOME face heat in his SJL career.)

 

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Card:

 

 

LAST MAN STANDING

European Ejiropean Title

Insane Luchadore vs. Ejiro Fasaki

-CC is a little unhappy with Ejiro at the moment. Sure, he just joined the newly formed JL branch of one of the most evil and conniving stables in SWF history... but more importandly, he's been neglecting to defend his Euro--Pardon, Ejiropean Title. He's also been in far too many "regular" wrestling matches recently... in response, not only has been busted down to curtain jerking to defend his title, but in a sure-to-be brutal gimmick match as well!

-Rules: To win, your opponent must be put down for the 10-count. All's fair to get him there...

 

 

ELIMINATION TAG

Contendership for a European Title Contendership Match

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

-All three men have been floating around the European Title for ages, but none of them have been able to redeem a shot at it. So, they will square off in a match to decide the contendership TO the contendership of the title! Will Dace Night's hot streak be cooled, or will Janus score a huge upset in his sophmore effort? Maybe Jack the Ripper will finally get another chance for a shot at his long-lost title... or will James Morin actually start showing up?

-Rules: Standard tag rules, standard pinfall rules. You must tag in and out of the match. However... once you're pinned/submitted/ko'ed, you head to the back and cry. Last two participants remaining, be it partners or opponents, face off for a Euro Title shot on Crimson. I'd appreciate if all four of you wrote seperate matches.

 

 

SINGLES MATCH

"Hollywood" Spike Jenkins vs. Fugue

-A throwback to the days of summer! Last show, Fugue returned, proving to be the mystery man facing Johnny Dangerous. Not only THAT, but he also allied with the new JL extension of the M7! Spike, on the other hand, has had an uneasy last few weeks... can he right himself as two former sWo allies throw-down?

-Rules: Standard Match. If I have to explain it, you're a tool.

 

 

Main Event:

 

 

"FIVE WOUNDS" PROGRESSIVE STIPULATION MATCH; TWO-ON-ONE

Non-Title

Johnny Dangerous and Wildchild vs. Judge Mental

Matches: Standard Rules/Tables Match/Submissions Match/Battle Royale/Cage

-On Metal, Judge Mental orchistrated the formation of the Junior League branch of the Magnificent Seven, furthering his goal of generally being eVil. On the same show, Johnny Dangerous and Wildchild scored big victories over Fugue and Mike Van Siclen, respectively. For the main event of Wrath, this tandem of fan favourites will team up to take on Judge Mental, in a particularly devious match... it's one homecoming after another, and the World Champion's should prove to be a memorable one.

-Rules: Each of the matches, in the above order, will take place in five minute 'periods'. In each period, the only way to score a 'fall' is by the rules of said stipulation. After the period has expired, the participants will move onto the next match (As displayed on the smarktron), regardless of wheather or not they are in the middle of a 'fall'. The final match (Cage) will be lowered onto the ring, and will continue until the match ends. (However... only JUDGE can escape via door/over the top, Wildchild or Johnny Dangerous MUST PIN HIM.) The winning 'team,' as it were, scores the most 'falls' at the end. All three of you should write your own matches.

[Guest Suicide King]

“Frost Brand Tacos, they aren’t really cold unless you want them that way!” With the jingle from everyone’s favorite SJL sponsor fading from out ears but deeply embedded in our minds for all eternity, we turn back to Axis and The Suicide King. And boy, are they ready to get on with the show because there is going be a whole bunch of good matches coming right up.

 

“And we are back and ready for some wild action here in The Joe Luis Arena in scenic, beautiful, lovely Detroit, Michigan. Could you believe what Johnny Dangerous had to say before the break King?”

 

“I personally cannot believe a whole lot of things, Axis. I cannot believe we’re in this cesspool of a town. I cannot believe that we are in a city where even the cleaning supplies are dirty. And mostly, I cannot believe that I could get people to wash my car with their tongues for a dollar. And then, the person with the dollar would get totally robbed in the next thirty seconds. I timed it.”

 

“And that is what The Suicide King did on his summer vacation,” quips Axis, “And with that in mind, let’s talk about the match first up on SJL Wrath. It will see SJL European...”

 

“Ejiropean,” corrects King.

 

“Ejiropean Champion Ejiro Fasaki”, sighs Axis, “who just last week joined The Magnificent Seven, will be defending that title against “The One True Legend” The Insane Luchador in a Last Man Standing Match. In this match, the decision can only be reached if a person gets knocked down long enough so they cannot answer a ten count. Other than that, there are no rules. And boy, what an obstacle that will be for Fasaki.”

 

“You must be joking, Axis. Don’t you remember just eight days ago, Ejiro Fasaki strait up knocked someone right out with a knee to the head? You ask me, Alan Rickmen is the one in real trouble.”

 

“Oh come off it King, The Insane Luchador is built for this kind of contest. He’s a hardcore brawler who can bring the high impact maneuvers. He proved that at Metal with in the Window Pain match.”

 

“He proved he could fall through glass! Boy, color me impressed,” smiles a sarcastic King.

 

“Well with that in mind, let’s go to the ring to our ring announcer, Funyon.”

 

Standing in the center of the ring, Funyon brings up the microphone to his lips and beginning his duties as only he can, “Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to SJL WRRRRRRATH! This first match is for the European Title and is to be contested under ‘Last Man Standing’ rules. Should a wrestler be unable to answer a ten count after being knocked down, they will be declared the loser. Introducing, the challenger...”

 

The lights dim to nothingness as the sounds of Slipknot begin to rock through the arena. As the song kicks it into high gear, a single strobe light flashes on and off as red pyrotechnics burst high into the air, signaling to the assembled throng that The Insane Luchador is on his way! The lights slowly rise again and Andrew Rickmen is there, coming down the aisle, but not at his usual pace. Oh no, for The Insane Luchador is carrying an extra special gift for the newest member of the Magnificent Seven.

 

“Oh lord, King, The Luchador is bringing a ladder to the ring with him! One can only guess what he has that for.”

 

“Gee Axis, I guess only time will tell. What do you think dingus? He’s going to pound the crap out of my favorite Ejiropean champion with it,” answers King.

 

Sliding the ladder into the ring and setting it up in the middle of the ring, Rickmen makes his way up to the top of the ladder. Straddling it high above the roaring fans, The Luchador looks back towards the entranceway with a smile on his face, ready for his chance at some gold. Funyon stands next to the ladder, looking up at The Luchador before continuing his call of the introductions.

 

“He weighs in at 223 pounds and hails from Easton, Pennsylvania. Give a warm Detroit welcome to The INSANE LUUUUCHADORE!”

 

“And his opponent!”

 

The mood suddenly shifts from raised applause to a resounding chorus of jeers as Biohazard’s “Sellout” plays fast and hard from the speakers of Joe Luis Arena. And when The European Champion steps from behind the curtains, you know he’s going to hear it from the fans. Standing at the entranceway, Ejiro Fasaki looks about, proud of his new ring attire.

 

The King is the first to comment, “Well, take a look at Ejiro now, Axis. Dressed to the nines in some official Magnificent Seven gear (available now at SWFshopzone.com). Ejiro has never looked better.”

 

“Well that’s a matter of opinion King. We’ll have to see if Ejiro’s association with Judge Mental and the rest of the Magnificent Seven pays dividends starting tonight.”

 

Stepping down the aisle, Ejiro pauses for a moment, looking into the ring at Rickmen and his special ladder friend. Prevented from his usual ring ceremonies, Ejiro instead steps to the apron and points at his elevated opponent, who merely looks down at Fasaki and chuckles in amusement. Removing his European Title and handing it to the timekeeper, Ejiro stays on the apron as Funyon continues his announcing duties.

 

“And his opponent and champion. He is from Sarasota, Florida and weighs in at 188 pounds. He is the SJL Eur... Ejiropean champion and would like to remind the people of Outer Mongolia, that he is not their champion and he doesn’t give a damn about them. Representing The Magnificent Seven, EEEEEEEEJIROOOOOO FASAKIIIIIIII!”

 

Turning his back to the ring, Ejiro raises his hand into the air as the fans continue to berate Fasaki with a series of horrible expletives that are not worth repeating here on a family web site. Dishing back some of that viscous word play, Ejiro smiles at the fans he has so properly infuriated before turning back towards the ring. And meeting him there is the rapidly plummeting body of The Insane Luchador! Who, while the fans distracted Fasaki, climbed all the way to the top of the ladder and propelled his body strait at Ejiro with a diving body press that sends both men from the apron to the ringside floor. Referee Eddy Long signals for the bell and we are underway.

 

“What a cowardly display by Rickmen there, Axis,” calls King, “attacking while his opponent’s back was turned. How do you defend that garbage Axis?”

 

“I don’t really think I have to, I mean, it is no disqualification, King.”

 

Rising to his feet quickly, The Insane Luchador looks out to the fans with a gigantic smile on his face as Ejiro Fasaki struggles to get back to his feet. Taking the European Champion by the hair, The Luchador sends Ejiro flying over the guardrail and into the laps of the first row of fans. With security rushing in to keep the fans away from the action, The Luchador continues his assault by hopping onto the rail like a springboard and launching himself at Fasaki with a flying clothesline. Driving Ejiro into the harsh concrete floor, Rickmen takes a few seconds to share a high five with some of Michigan’s biggest fans before getting back on the attack. Again taking Fasaki by the hair, Andrew winds up and sends Ejiro’s head crashing into the top of the guardrail.

 

“That’s a good strategy in a match like this, King,” calls Axis, “In a match where you have to knock someone out, using the guardrail as a weapon is a quick and easy way to do it.”

 

“Yeah, The Insane Luchador knows he can’t do it with his own body or strength, so he has to use weapons, such blatant cheating is beneath even him.”

 

Ejiro holds his forehead in pain as he turns back towards The Luchador with crossed eyes. And what he sees is The Luchador charging forward and knocking Ejiro back over the guardrail with a charging lariat. Hopping after his opponent, Rickmen squarely kicks the European Champion across the face with a blistering boot to the head. Ejiro desperately scrambles away from his opponent and darts into the ring in an attempt to escape from the man possessed with knocking him down and out. Again allowing Fasaki no respite, The Insane Luchador slides in after Ejiro with violence on his mind. Grabbing Fasaki by the shirt, Rickmen sends him crashing into the turnbuckles back first. Backing off for a moment, The Luchador slips into a bit of a boxing stance before peppering Fasaki with a number of right hand shots to the head.

 

BAM!

BAM!

BAM!

BAM!

 

“Come on, Ejiro,” screams The Suicide King desperately, “Stop taking abuse and defend some of that Magnificent Seven honor, already.”

 

“This has not been Ejiro’s match thus far, as Rickmen has just been teeing off on him from the first moments of the match.”

 

The Insane Luchador sets up for one last punch with the big windmill windup, but as he is about to pop Fasaki, Rickmen stops and pokes Fasaki in the eyes to the rabid cheers of the assembled masses. Stepping back from the blinded European Champion, The Luchador steps towards the center of the ring to collect the ladder he set up in the ring before the match even begun. Folding the ladder up and setting it on his shoulder, The Insane Luchador comes roaring forward towards Fasaki. Using the ladder like a spear, Luchador drives the weapon strait into Ejiro’s jaw, sending the European Champion slamming backwards against the turnbuckle before slumping to the canvas in a daze. The Luchador steps back to the middle of the ring and drops the ladder to the canvas with a thud before lifting his arms up to the fans, enjoying their cheers. With his arms in the air, The Luchador quickly slams them down, pointing right at Ejiro and yelling out to the referee.

 

“Count him out!”

 

Long quickly moves in at the request as Axis explains the ruling to the fans at home.

 

“In case you are wondering folks, a wrestler must request the count to begin before the referee starts his count. Also, while the count takes place, the other wrestler must retreat to a neutral corner before the referee can start his count. Considering how much time wrestlers stay on the mat, that’s a smart ruling by the commissioner, eh King?”

 

“Yeah, yeah, brilliant. GET UP ALREADY!”

 

As the announcers have been yakking, Long’s count has reached…

 

FIVE!

 

SIX!

 

Ejiro reaches up behind himself and grabs a hold of the top rope while sitting in the corner.

 

SEVEN!

 

EIGHT!

 

Slinging himself up by the ropes quickly, Ejiro finds himself back on his feet in time to break the count and save the European Title. But The Insane Luchador isn’t about to allow Fasaki any respite and quickly runs directly into Ejiro with a clothesline that drives Fasaki all the way back into the corner. Stepping up to the middle ropes and pinning Ejiro against the turnbuckles, The Luchador pounds away at the forehead of his opponent repeatedly with punch after punch over and over again before dropping back to the mat. Pointing to the ladder, The Insane Luchador draws another round of appreciative cheers as he readies to clobber Fasaki once again. Pulling the ladder up to his shoulder again, Rickmen prepares to spear Ejiro in the face again.

 

“This is going to do it, King, this will seal the deal if The Insane Luchador can pull it off again.”

 

“No way, Ejiro survived it once, he can do it again. I know he can.”

 

Getting a head of steam, The Insane Luchador charges forward to again spear Ejiro with the hard metal ladder, but it is not to be as Ejiro ducks out of the corner. And with the ladder tightly wrapped around his shoulder, the impact of it hitting the turnbuckle is enough to send The Luchador down to the canvas, grasping his right arm tightly.

 

“Oh ho!” smirks King, “It looks like Ejiro won’t have to worry about taking another shot with the ladder, Axis. Now, The Insane Luchador is going to have to go on the defensive.”

 

And as though he had a copy of the script, King’s assessment proves to be correct after a fashion. For as The Insane Luchador makes sure his shoulder is still attached, Ejiro Fasaki must also recover from the amount of punishment he has already taken in this match. So it isn’t really come as any surprise when both men manage to get up to their feet at the same time. Ejiro rears back and throws a right hand that connects with the jaw of the challenger, but The Insane Luchador fires back immediately with a right cross of his own. Ejiro tosses another punch towards The Luchador, but Rickmen blocks the shot with his left arm and chucks another punch at Ejiro. But quickly ducking to one side, Ejiro takes The Luchador down to the canvas with a ripping Fujiwara armbar on the right shoulder near the corner of the ring.

 

“That’s a good move, King. But it is not going to win this match up, no matter how much Ejiro weakens that arm. Because there are no submissions in a Last Man Standing match,” shouts Axis.

 

“God, you don’t know anything do you, Axis? This isn’t about winning the match, it’s about making it impossible for Rickmen to win. Because if The Insane Luchador can’t fight with that right arm, he cannot possibly knock Fasaki out.”

 

Ripping and tearing on the shoulder, Ejiro pops his hips off the mat and leans back against the body of his opponent. Rickmen desperately reaches out for the ropes but is too far away to make a successful grab. But Fasaki is certainly close enough to place his feet against the middle rope and add some additional leverage to the hold. Pushing hard against the ropes, Fasaki causes Rickmen to scream out in pain and frustration at his inability to escape the armbar. Finally, The Insane Luchador reaches out and manages to get a firm hold on the bottom rope.

 

“Now that,” explains King, “does The Luchador absolutely no good. The referee cannot enforce the break.”

 

“Oh, that’s where you are wrong, King. Rickmen can use the ropes to escape, just not in the traditional way.”

 

Pulling himself underneath the bottom rope, The Luchador drags his body off the apron and to the floor, effectively breaking all the leverage Fasaki had on the hold. Sliding out with Rickmen, Ejiro releases his grasp on the shoulder and quickly takes Rickmen around the waist before pushing The Insane Luchador back and into the guardrail. With the wind temporarily driven out of his lungs, The Luchador cannot defend himself as Ejiro grabs him in a hammerlock and sends the challenger strait into the ring post, shoulder first. Taking Andrew by the hair, Ejiro quickly drives a series of elbows into the back of his challenger’s head again and again in rapid succession. Pushing The Insane Luchador into the ring, Ejiro quickly follows behind and drives a series of kicks to the fallen body of The Luchador. Satisfied that he has the upper hand, Ejiro takes a little stroll around the ring, before setting his eyes on what he was looking for.

 

“Looks like Fasaki has a plan involving 12 feet of steel, King.”

 

Taking Luchador’s ladder, Ejiro sets it up standing in a corner of the ring before going back on the attack. Grasping The Insane Luchador by the right arm, Ejiro winds him up and sends him flying directly into the ladder with a crushing Irish whip! The Luchador goes careening into the ladder at full speed and rebounds back to the canvas with a viscous rebound. Calling the referee’s attention to him, Ejiro commands Eddy Long to start the count.

 

ONE!

TWO!

 

“That’s the way to do it, Axis. Hit a big move, and call for the official. You might catch your opponent napping and squeak out a victory.”

 

Axis replies, “It’s way too early yet, King. There’s no way on trip to a ladder is going to stop a guy who just went through glass four days ago.”

 

FIVE!

SIX!

 

And indeed, The Insane Luchador finds his feet as soon as he can in order to break the count. But he is still rather wobbly from the last trip to the ladder, and in fact he stumbles back towards the ladder, leaning up against it. Seeing another opportunity, Ejiro takes a close eye at his opponent before rushing forth to inflict some more punishment.

 

“Fasaki take it to the air for a dropkick, but MISSES!” screams Axis.

 

“Ejiro is caught in the ladder, he’s caught in the ladder. It’s like a tree of woe in cold, hard, steel!”

 

Hanging from the ladder, Ejiro screams out in pain as his leg bends in a way nature did not for it to intend. And hanging there, Fasaki becomes the perfect target for a very mad and very vengeful Insane Luchador. Rushing forward, The Luchador breaks into a baseball slide that crashes directly into the face of the European Champion. Falling free from the ladder, Ejiro lands flat on his face as The Luchador plans on what to do next. Hooking Ejiro around the head, The Luchador goes into a little hop and sends Ejiro crashing over with a liquid smooth snap suplex. Floating over the top of Fasaki, The Luchador brings it down and dirty with a series of punches to the head that sends Ejiro faces flying back and forth again and again.

 

“If The Luchador keeps this up, he’s going to turn Fasaki into a real life bobble head doll,” laughs Axis.

 

“That’s not funny. Ejiro is a real live person with real live feelings,” says a sympathetic King.

 

“Oh, would it be better if I said he was getting turned into a PEZ dispenser?”

 

“NO!”

 

Delivering one last hard right hand, The Luchador steps off his opponent. Ejiro lies there in the middle of the ring as Rickmen rolls out to the arena floor to get a hold of some more plunder. Reaching underneath the ropes, The Luchador pulls out an aluminum trashcan and tosses it into the ring to the utter delight of the Detroit fans. Sliding back into the ring and licking his lips in anticipation, The Luchador brings the trashcan up high and then brings it strait down across the head of Ejiro Fasaki, creating a Ejiro shaped dent in the top of the can. Fasaki staggers, stumbles, and rumbles before finally falling strait down to his seat in the middle of the ring. Smiling again, The Luchador jams the trashcan down over Ejiro’s head as the audience laughs at the expense of the European Champion. Hitting the ropes, The Luchador throws his feet in the direction of Ejiro and crushes him underneath a seated dropkick that knocks the can right off Ejiro’s head.

 

“Brutal shot from Andrew Rickmen, I think he might have found a way around that whole arm problem King.”

 

“Shut it, Axis. I don’t want to think about a world without my Ejiropean Champion! I also don’t want to think about what Judge Mental would do with him if he fails here tonight.”

 

“Hold on, King! The count is on again!”

 

THREE!

FOUR!

 

“Ejiro is moving, thank God, he is moving!”

 

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

 

“He’s up! He’s up, Axis! Admit it!”

 

“He’s not the only on who is up, King, The Insane Luchador is on the top rope!”

 

Indeed The Luchador is on the top rope, and as Fasaki staggers towards him, The Luchador takes to the air. But Ejiro sidesteps the leap and sends The Luchador crashing to the canvas in a heap. Dropping down quickly, Ejiro grapevines The Luchador’s right arm with his legs and locking up The Luchador’s other arm up in the cobra crossface! Wrenching back with the hold, Ejiro causes Rickmen to scream out as his back bends backward against Fasaki’s pressure.

 

“It’s locked on, Axis! And there is no escape from the cobra crossface unless Fasaki wants to let you loose. So Ejiro is just going to rip and tear away on that hold until he is certain that The Insane Luchador will be unable to answer the count. What a brilliant move!”

 

Pulling back on the cobra clutch, Ejiro elicits a beautiful groan of pain from The Insane Luchador as the fans attempt to rally behind their favorite. Cheering loudly, the Detroit fans hope to break The Luchador free from the hold via sheer force of will, but the European Champion is not about to allow that to happen. Cranking back and forth in the hold, Ejiro puts even more pressure across the neck and shoulder of his opponent. Content to pull and yank, Fasaki sits secure in his position until he feels something give underneath him. Looking around briefly, Ejiro suddenly feels all of the resistance that The Insane Luchador was giving him fade into nothing as Rickmen’s body goes completely limp. Releasing the hold, Ejiro reaches his feet laughing and turning his back on Rickmen, sure that he has choked his opponent out once and for all. Oh, that’s a mistake…

 

“The Insane Luchador stands right up behind Ejiro! It looks like he was playing opossum, King! He knew he was stuck in the crossface and faked being unconscious in order to get Ejiro to release the hold!”

 

“But, but, he’s still holding that shoulder very tightly. The damage has been done to that arm, Axis. Ejiro just needs to turn around and put him away! Turn around, damn it!”

 

Ejiro, still unaware of the ruse, points his thumb behind him and tells the referee to start the count. Eddy Long looks right over Ejiro’s should and into the eyes of the Luchador, who is clutching his shoulder, but otherwise mad as hell. Long simply shakes his head at Ejiro as The European Champion stands there oblivious to his surroundings. Finally confused enough to turn around, Ejiro is met with a hard dropkick to the mouth! Confused and stunned, Ejiro scrambles back up to his feet as The Luchador again launches himself into the air and drive his feet into the chest of The European Champion and sending him back to the canvas. Grabbing Fasaki by the arm, The Luchador sends Ejiro flying into the ropes, and on the rebound sends Fasaki flying high into the air with a tremendous backdrop! Waiting on Ejiro, The Luchador slaps his thigh to signal to the fans what is coming. And as a bedazzled Fasaki gets to his feet, The Luchador jacks his jaw with a tremendous superkick! Looking to the fans, Luchador raises a finger into the air and signals that it is time for the Evenflow DDT!

 

“It’s coming, King! And if The Luchador can hit this knockout blow, it will be all over for Ejiro Fasaki.”

 

But Fasaki is not going to just stand there and take a drop on the head. So as soon as he feels the grasp around his neck, Ejiro pushes forward with his entire body and ends up slamming The Luchador directly into the turnbuckles. Popping his head free, Ejiro slams his forearm directly into the face of The Insane Luchador. Another elbow further stuns The Luchador long enough for Ejiro to quickly pivot on his inside foot and a bring a screaming elbow down across Rickmen’s face and turn his chest into the turnbuckle. With The Luchador slumping the corner, Ejiro smiles before hitting the ropes for momentum.

 

“He’s going for the knee, Axis. This is what he used as a knockout blow just over a week ago!”

 

But this time, unlike The Flunkmasta, The Luchador has enough of his wits about him to step out of the way and allow Fasaki to drive his own knee right into the top turnbuckle. Turning and limping, Ejiro catches a swift boot to the gut and gets doubled over. Grabbing Ejiro around the waist, The Luchador lifts up with all of his might and sends Fasaki crashing to the canvas with a powerbomb! Holding his arm from the effort, The Luchador stumbles back a bit as Ejiro fights his way back up to his feet. Coming in from behind, The Luchador quickly jams Ejiro’s arm into a hammerlock before reaching around his head and driving him back down to the canvas with the reverse DDT!

 

“The Luchador has the champion rocking and reeling now,” yells Axis, “nothing and no one can save Fasaki now!”

 

“Oh there’s someone coming down the aisle that might disagree!” shouts King excitedly.

 

“Oh no, it’s, it’s...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

JUDGE MENTAL himself!”

 

The crowd roars is disapproval as the dominant Heavyweight Champion slowly and deliberately steps down the aisle, with his title belt draped over his shoulder.

 

“Looks like the boss wanted to take a up close look at all the cheating Rickmen has been doing! We are really going to get some order in the court now, Axis,” chuckles The Suicide King.

 

Not knowing that Judge Mental is lurking about ringside, The Luchador grabs the stunned Ejiro Fasaki from behind with a full nelson. Dragging Ejiro back towards the corner, Rickmen steps up to the middle ropes in preparation for the ‘Brink of Insanity’ but The Magnificent Seven has made other preparations! Hopping onto the apron, Judge Mental brings the SJL Heavyweight Title belt down across the back of The Luchador’s head, sending him tumbling right over Fasaki and to the canvas.

 

“Talk about cheating! What do you have to say about that King?”

 

“I say it’s no disqualification! Don’t you realize how important the European Title is to The Magnificent Seven? It’s a doorway to the top of the heap and the heavyweight title, and The Seven need to keep all of those doors shut tight.”

 

Judge Mental nonchalantly steps off the ring apron and exhorts to Fasaki to finish Rickmen off. Shaking loose the cobwebs, Ejiro grabs a near unconscious and pulls him up to his feet. Grabbing The Luchador in a double arm lock, Ejiro jerks him up into the air and then drives him strait down to the canvas with a piledriver that sends The Luchador sagging to the canvas!

 

“Ejiro told me all about that move while he was perfecting it. He calls it the ‘Ejirocation’ and boy did he just teach The Insane Luchador a lesson HAHAHA!”

 

Ejiro gets up to his feet quickly and grabs the referee by the lapels. Shoving Referee Eddy Long towards Rickmen, Ejiro demands that he count The Luchador out. Ejiro stands back and counts along with the official as the crowd gasps in horror as Rickmen barely moves an iota from that deadly piledriver.

 

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

 

“The Luchador hasn’t moved a muscle! He may be out it from that double arm piledriver!”

 

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

 

 

 

 

 

NINE!

 

 

 

 

 

TEN!

 

Eddy Long signals for the bell as Funyon calls into the microphone, “The winner of this contest and STILL European Champion.... EJIROOOOO FASAKIIIIII!”

 

Axis vents into his headset, “He may have come away with the victory, King, but you have to admit that The Insane Luchador would have one this thing if it hadn’t been for Fasaki’s membership in the Magnificent Seven! If Judge hadn’t been there...”

 

“But he was there,” interrupts King, “and because of that, Ejiro Fasaki still has his hands on that big gold belt. You know those are great for getting women, right Axis?”

 

The Judge and his lackey step back up the apron with their titles in hand, with Ejiro especially mugging for the number of cameras that are wildly clicking away. Stopping at the top of the ramp, they turn to the people of Detroit and lift their precious awards into the air, taunting all the people in the arena they could otherwise give a damn about.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

AND GET PEARL HARBORED FROM BEHIND!

 

“It’s WildChild and Johnny Dangerous! They don’t want to wait for later on, they want a piece of The Magnificent Seven right now!”

 

With WildChild slamming into Ejiro Fasaki and Dangerous blasting The Judge, both of our villains go tumbling down the ramp way with WildChild and Johnny in hot pursuit. Stomping and kicking their foes all the way, Johnny and WildChild push them all the way down to ringside. Driving one last hard punch into each of their opponents, WildChild and Dangerous hold them steady as a vengeful and once again conscious Insane Luchador climbs up to the top rope and aims right at his targets. Propelling himself off the top, The Luchador does a forward flip and lands with his back down across both Ejiro and The Judge, sending them both crashing to the hard arena floor! Quickly from backstage sprints a hoard of referees who quickly try to restore some sense of order as Axis shouts out to the listening audience...

 

“What a preview of events to come! Will this be what Johnny Dangerous and WildChild have in store for Judge Mental later on tonight in the Five Stages of Hell match? Stay tuned in and find out, later on tonight on SJL Wrath!”

 

*** FADE TO BLACK ***

[Guest Suicide King]

The camera pans into a shoot of the arena before moving don to Axis and The Suicide King at ringside.

 

"And we've back with SJL Wrath, and what a interesting match we've got lined up. An Elimination Tag match, last to men go forward to a number one contenders match for the Euro Title." Axis says

 

"I'm sure it's under a different, better name now Axis." King puts in.

 

"Well anyway, in the match, we have, Dace, hot off yet another win, after almost killing Spike Jenkins in the four way Window Pain Elimination match last time. He teams with the new young competitor, Janus, who won his first match against James Morin last time around. And on the other side, we've got James Morin, and Jack The Ripper, who was the first man to be eliminated from the Window Pain match after being superkicked off the top rope though the glass."

 

"I think you forgot to call Janus a by gawd Hoss there Axis." King sneers with displeasure.

 

Axis shoots a freezing glance at King.

 

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is an Elimination Tag Team Match, for a spot in the Number One Contenders Match for the Euro Title, next week. Stand Tag Team rules are in action. But once a person is eliminated by pinfall, submission, knock out or disqualification, they will be removed to the back. The two men left in the ring will be the winners." Booms the announcement to the crowd.

 

"Introducing first, from Boston, Mass in at one hundred ninety three pounds ...... JAMES MORIN!"

 

Real American starts blast out across the arena. Morin comes sprinting down the ramp and sides into the ring. Throwing his arms the crowd, they cheer him on.

 

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

 

The lights black as The Fight Song pounds out. Jack slowly makes his way out. Edging towards the ring, he eyes down Morin and waves his cane at him and snarls. Placing his coat at ring side he climbs into the ring, under a chorus of boos, still glaring down Morin.

 

"And there opponents, firstly, from Sydney, Australia, in at three hundred fifty pounds ...... JANUS!"

 

As Darkness Falls starts to pump across the arena. As a single spot light focuses on the entrance way. Janus lumbers out to a hush cheer, awed by his size. Slowly climbing into the ring, he throws his arms in the arm, as Jack and Morin back off as far as they can from the giant.

 

"And his partner, from Birmingham, England, in at two hundred forty seven pounds ...... DACE NIGHT!"

 

Cold Hate, Warm Blood hammers across the arena as Dace strides out to cheers and chants of hardcore. Climbing onto the apron, he throws his trench coat aside, reviling the fresh scars down his arms and a CZF'n'W T shirt to a roared gasp.

 

"Dace is still undefeated here in the SJL. And it looks like he' promotion his Ultraviolent past with that CZW t shirt." Calls Axis.

"Look at that freak, self inflected cuts all up his arms, and a t shirt of another damn company. What his he on?" King yells.

"I don't know, but also, this is the second time Jack The Ripper and James Morin have been teamed up, and I don't think either of them are thrilled about it."

 

DING, DING, DING!

 

Morin slides away under the ropes before Jack can lash out at him.

Dace and Janus stare each other up and down. Dace smiling at the first man bigger than him he has come up against. Janus towers over Dace, his long white hair over shadowing Dace's spiked black, purple and red hair. Face to chest they smile to each other. Motioning with an equal divide of his hands, he says clearly "Right down the middle, no favours, no help." Before he motions Janus into their corner.

 

"I think Dace just lay down the idea that this tag will be down the middle without any help from the other man. And I think Janus likes that idea. It means he can play everything totally fair."

"Goodie bloody toe shoes."

 

Jack edges slowly towards Dace, his glance flicking to the massive Janus towering in the corner all the while.

Rising his hand in the air, Dace calls for a test of strength. Reaching up slowly, Jack locks fingers with Dace, one hand, and then the other. Jack forces forward but Dace easily over powers him, forcing him back, sneaking out a low kick, Jack tries for the easy way out, but Dace sends a knee cracking out, smashing into Jack's leg, cutting off that route.

But without break, Jack falls back into his back and rolls through along the mat, in a flash, pulling Dace's wrists round and through, ending with Dace's wrists bent round backwards. Now Dace lunges forwards with a knee, but Jack lurches back, to coming rolling through again, while pushing his feet up, taking Dace over head and thudding back first to the mat.

 

"Dace and Jack lock up for a test of strength. Looking for a quick way out, Jack goes for a low boot, but Dace cuts him off with a need. Taking the back door out, Jack rolls through backwards, forcing Dace's wrists round, and then does it again, taking him over head to the mat." Axis shouts.

 

Shaking his writs, Dace comes back to his feet and glares Jack down. Edging in Jack snaps his upper body around with a back fist, but Dace brings his arms up and blocks it, spinning round the other way, Jack tries for another one in the opposite direct, but that one crashes into a blocking forearm as well. Grabbing Jack's wrist as he pulls away, Dace whips him into the ropes, bouncing back , Jack flies in with a clothesline, only for Dace to duck away. Grabbing around Jack's waist from behind, Dace hauls him back in to a rear waist lock, Jack counters by breaking his grip with an elbow to the wrist, before slipping around into a rear waist lock of his own. In a vain attempt, Jack tries lifting Dace off his feet, but with a swift reversal, Dace throws all his weight down to the mat, pulling Jack with him as they crash to the mat. Flicking over onto his back, Dace holds Jack's arms around his waist, trapping Jack underneath for the pin.

 

......1!

......2!

Kickout!

 

"Jack tries for two back fists in quick succession, both get block, and Dace sends him off into the ropes, then ducks a clothesline. Tying Jack up in a rear waist lock, Jack slips into one of his own, only to be brought down and rolled into a cover by Dace." Says Axis.

"What? I hate to say that was impressive, but taking yourself face first to the mat, and dragging your opponent down with you is interesting."

 

Both men swiftly back to their feet, Dace shoves Jack back before hammering his arm across him with bone jarring lariat, rocking him backwards and down onto the mat.

Slowly walking over to his corner, Dace tag Janus in with a slap of the hand and climbs under the ropes onto the apron.

Hauling his legs up and over, Janus climbs over the top rope and steps into the ring. Jack crawls backwards along the mat, trying to get away from Janus.

Janus charges in at Jack, but he slips between Janus' legs. Rapidly coming to his feet, Jack spins and hammers away with right hands to Janus' lower back, before a crush back elbow smacks Jack in the face with a thud, sending him flying backwards. Using the push off from Janus, Jack carries on backward and comes flying off the ropes with added momentum, right into Janus. Throwing his arms out, Janus catches the flying Jack out of the air, and hauls him over head into a gorilla press.

 

"Dace tags Jack down before tagging himself out to Janus. As the monster makes he way into the ring, Jack tries to get out off their fast. He manages to slip away from the big man and land in a few blows, before getting shoved off then pressed over head and left dangling in the air." Calls Axis.

"God damn show off."

 

Kicking his legs, the East End native manages to throw himself out of Janus' grasp and down, snaking his arms out, he wraps then around Janus's head, kicking off the big man's own body, he swings round, falling back to the mat, he weight and momentum bring Janus down onto his head on the mat with a Tornado DDT.

Rushing back to his feet, Jack tags out to Morin with a huge slap across the chest, getting himself out of the ring and away from Janus.

Springboard with the ropes, Morin flips through the air with a hurricanrana, but Janus smoothly catches him in his own huge shoulders. Throwing Morin's weight forward and dropping down to the mat, Janus drives Morin's back to mat with a crushing force.

Morin bounces back off the mat, into the air and lands on his stomach.

 

"Jack comes down from mid air, and turns the fall into a tornado DDT on Janus, leaving him down long enough for The Ripper to tag out hard to Morin. Who then tries to springboard in with a hurricanrana but just gets slammed to the mat like a shack of bricks by Janus." Comments Axis.

 

Standing over the fallen Morin, the big man takes a standing leap, and crushes Morin under him with a leg drop. Dragging the limp Morin back to his feet, Janus sends him charging into the ropes, rising his leg, Janus leaves Morin to run crashing face first into his huge foot, dropping him back to the mat, sending him bouncing back up into the air and over onto his stomach. Standing over the fallen Morin, Janus leaps into the air, and drops a leg across the back of his neck, crushing Morin, to gasps from the crowd.

 

"Jack gets himself down from high in the air, and beings Janus down with him for the ride with a tornado DDT. Then The Ripper tags out hard to James Morin, who tries to springboard in with a hurricanrana, but he just gets slammed to the mat with a sitout powerbomb, and then squashed under all three hundred plus pounds of Janus." Comments Axis.

 

Picking the almost limp Morin back up, Janus throws him, crashing to the ropes. As Morin comes flying back, Janus lifts his boot in the air, and lets Morin run face first into it at full speed. Dropping to the mat like a sack. Walking over to his corner, Janus holds out his arm, and Dace tags himself in, as both men switch places between the apron and the ring.

Hauling Morin to his feet, eyes him up and down, before locking his arm around Morin's head, reaching down, Dace grabs the back of his knee before lifting him up into the air and falling back to the mat, leaving him cradled up with a fishermans suplex.

 

Before the ref can slide into place, Jack leaps over and grabs him by the back of the neck. The Ripper starts yelling madly at the ref for no reason. Picking himself back up, Dace looks around for the absent ref, seeing Jack jaw jacking with him in the corner, he stalks over, throws the ref out of the corner like rag doll and squares up to Jack. Ducking a swinging right from Jack, Dace drops down only to be kicked hard in the face through the ropes. Just as Dace is rocked backwards, Morin scrambles to his knee, throwing his arm up, he manages to reach between Dace's legs and desperately roll him over onto his back, and force all his weight over Dace for a wild school boy pin.

 

......1!

......2!

Kickout!

 

"Dace pins Morin with a fishermans suplex, but Jack has the ref busy in the corner. Dace takes his problems to Jack, ducks a right, but gets kicked right in the face, and that allows Morin to roll him up with a school, but still no good. I will bet anything that Jack did that just to try to get rid of Dace rather than really help Morin." Calls Axis.

"Axis, stick to your own morals and give Jack a break, he was just trying to help out his tag partner to help them win the match." Replies King.

 

Taking any speed he built Morin dives and kicks his legs out, dropkicking Dace back to the mat, bouncing off the rope Morin jumps and comes down with all his body weight across Dace with a senton. Still moving Morin bounds up the turnbuckles and waits for a few moments as Dace staggers to his feet. Flying from the turnbuckles, Morin catches Dace's head with an outstretched arm and falls back to the mat, being Dace down with a DDT. Then with a final act of speed, Morin dives at the ropes, catapults off them, turns in mid air and drops a leg across Dace.

Falling across him Morin makes the cover.

 

......1!

......2!

Kickout!

 

"What speed was what? Morin dropkicks Dace down, comes off the ropes with a senton, then goes up top and files off with a DDT, taking Dace down then springs off the ropes with a leg drop and makes the cover, but it's still not good enough." Yells Axis.

 

Both men come back to their feet, the run at each other, and both duck, each expecting the other to sail overhead with some move. Coming round off the ropes, the both goes on the offensive. With a bound Morin sails into the air with a dropkick. But with his longer reach Dace's foot goes further and snaps Morin's head back, dropping him out of the air with a Yakuza Kick.

Hauling himself back to the corner with the ropes, Dace tags out to Janus and rolls under the ropes.

 

"And Dace just Yakuza Kicked Morin out of mid air." The crowd cheer as the Yakuza Kick connects.

 

Janus picks Morin back up to his feet with one hand. Hooking his head, which almost disappears under the mass of Janus' arm. Morin is easily lifting into the air until Janus cracks his head off the mat with an Implant DDT. Morin flops to the mat, sprayed out unmoving. Janus rolls over him, and cradles both his legs with one arm,

 

......1!

......2!

.....Kickout!

 

Frustrated, Janus roughly drags Morin from the mat and onto his spaghetti legs. Picking him up over his back, hooked by his legs, Janus leaves Morin dangling. Flinging him back over his shoulders, sitting down and gives Morin a crash landing to the mat with another sitout powerbomb. Holding onto Morin, Janus makes the cover.

 

......1!

......2!

......3!

 

"James Morin has been eliminated." Booms the announcement.

 

"Morin manages to make one last kickout from the Implant DDT, but another Sitout Powerbomb sends him down for the count to be eliminated."

 

Coming back to his feet, Janus walks back to his corner and tags Dace in, before jerking his thumb towards Jack The Ripper.

The crowd roars as Dace steps into the ring once again with Jack The Ripper.

 

The two men edge slowly around each other, Jack skips back and forwards out of Dace's grasp, teasing him, as Dace makes lunges to grab hold of Jack. But Jack tries it one time to many as Dace snatches hold of Jack and drags him into a knee to the gut. Tying up, Dace forces Jack down to one knee. Jack twists, trying to escape Dace's hold. Jack manages to twist right over, leaving both men back to back, their arms over the heads, holding onto each other.

Using his sizes, Dace forces Jack to twist right the way over, leaving both men face to face again. Before Jack his time to react, Dace clamps on a facelock, cutting off Jack's actions. Grabbing his tights, Dace hauls Jack high into the air, and turns him over for the Sentenced. Jack has speed tricks of his own however and kicks his legs enough to land on his feet, and immediately throws out a flurry of kicks into Dace's ribs.

 

"Dace and Jack lock up, the twist round and over trying to again an advantage, Dace gains the upper hand and suplexs Jack over, turning him round in mid air for the Sentenced, but Jack manages to land on his feet." Yells Axis.

"And Jack is just showing how much better he is right there." Calls King.

 

With a flash, Jack ties his arms up around Dace's neck and grabs his waist band. Dragging him as high as he can, Jack dumps him back down on the second rope, before starting to bouncing him up and down, build momentum, to finally snap him up and over, clutching his neck, but Dace twists over in mid air, landing on his feet behind Jack. Throwing his arms around Jack's body, Dace tries for a German suplex, but Jack slips out of his grip and turns behind him, however in another counter, Dace spin with him, coming face to face with Jack, while driving a knee deep into his gut.

 

Reaching under both of Jack's arms, underhooking them, and clasping his hands, Dace lifts him into the air in front of him. Charging forwards, Dace lunches Jack forwards and over, dumping his back to the mat, throwing his own body down into a sitting position with the Venom Driver.

 

The crowd bursts into cheers as The Ripper's body ends up shoulders down.

 

"Jack tries to bounce Dace off the ropes for leverage to nail him with The Ripper, but Dace turns in mid air and lands on his feet, and goes for a German suplex. Jack has it scouted and slips out, but Dace is playing the chess game far ahead, and turns with Jack and plants a knee in his gut. Then carries him across the ring and drives him to the mat with that Running Tiger Driver of his." Axis shouts.

 

......1!

......2!

No!

Spike Jenkins comes out of nowhere and pulls Dace off Jack and out under the bottom rope. Before the ref can see or do anything about it, Dace dives forwards and chases after Spike up the ramp way, a look of murder in his eyes.

 

A mass of boos explode as Spike pulls Dace from the cover. Turning to cheers as Dace charges after him looking for blood.

 

"Spike just pulled Dace out of the cover and cost him the match. Now Dace has gone chasing after Spike, leaving Janus and Jack The Ripper alone in the ring."

"Just the slightest measure of pay back there from Spike. That'll teach Dace." King smiles.

 

Lumbering into the ring Janus towers over Jack like a mountain as Jack struggles to his feet. Wrapping his meat hook sized hands around Jack's throat, Janus hauls him up off the mat and high into the air with one arm before spiking him down with ring shaking force using a massive chokeslam.

Bringing The Ripper back to his feet, Janus easily places him straddling the top turnbuckles. Slowly climbing up after him, setting up the dazed Jack for the finish, as Dace comes charges back down the ramp, and leaping back onto the apron.

Yelling at the ref, Dace draws him over into the corner, and starts arguing with him.

 

"And Dace just returned to the ring, and he's started some argument with the referee." Shouts Axis.

 

As they shout, Janus pulls Jack over his shoulder on to the top rope, but Jack lashes his fist out and nail Janus hard down below with a low blow. Swinging his boy over, Jack stands on the top rope, behind the giant. Locking his arms around Janus's head, he kicks off the ropes and swings out the mountain like body, still holding his victims head, Jack falls to the top rope, dragging Janus' off the top rope like a falling tree, smashing him into the mat as the crowd explode like a bursting dam into boos and jeers, mixed with screams.

 

"Jack nails a low blow, and then swings himself round, and my god! Takes Janus' off the top rope with a super tornado DDT, driving his head into the mat, with all his weight behind him from high on the ropes." Yells Axis.

"Now that's what I like to see happening." Grins King.

 

The ref turns round to see Jack barley cradling one massive leg, and leaning back for the cover.

Dropping down to count the fall, Jack lifts his feet onto the second rope for leverage.

 

......1!

......2!

......3!

 

DING, DING, DING!

 

"Janus has been eliminated! The two remaining wrestlers, and there for the winners, going on to face off in a number one contendership for the European Title ...... DACE NIGHT and JACK 'THE RIPPER'!"

 

"Jack's feet where right there, in view, and Dace didn't do a thing about it. He really did mean that straight down the middle stuff."

"Well, all Jack has to do is just do the same thing to Dace, and he'll be even close to getting that title. I'm sure Spike might see a reason to help too, just to screw Dace." King smiles

"Thank you so much for reminding us of that King." Axis replies bitterly.

 

Stepping into the ring, Dace and Jack start eyeing each other up and down once again. Nodding slowly they rocket towards each other, fist flying like a whirlwind, as the erupt into a brawl in the ring.

More refs and security charge into the ring and try to drag the two Brits off of one another.

 

"And Jack and Dace just kicked it off right here!" Shouts Axis as the cameras fade out from the arena, Jack and Dace still fighting.

[Guest Suicide King]

(We quickly cut backstage as Spike Jenkins walks up to a waiting Ben Hardy...)

 

Ben Hardy: Spike Jenkins! Why did you just interfere in that elimination tag match and cost Dace Night the match?

 

Spike Jenkins: Ben, don't tell me you are that stupid. You of all people should know why I did that.

 

Ben Hardy: Yeah, I should...but for the people at home don't know....explain!

 

Spike Jenkins: .......

 

Ben Hardy: What....?

 

Spike Jenkins: Isn't it your job to know this kind of stuff?

 

Ben Hardy: I know why you did it. But the people at home don't!

 

Spike Jenkins: OK, then why don't you explain to them why I did that?

 

Ben Hardy: I..umm..err..YOU'RE THE WRESTLER!

 

Spike Jenkins: And you're the interviewer.

 

Ben Hardy: Yeah, but...I...uhh.....

 

(Spike grabs the microphone from Ben Hardy's hand)

 

Spike Jenkins: Jesus Ben, your an idiot. How about you just stand there, and I'll talk, OK?

 

(Ben nods his head.)

 

Spike Jenkins: Now, why did I interfere with Dace Night's match, and cost him the win? I'll tell you why. Because Dace Night doesn't know how to respect the respected people around here who demand respect.

 

Ben Hardy: What?

 

Spike Jenkins: SHUT UP BEN! Do you not know how to keep your mouth shut for a few minutes?

 

(Ben drops his head down as Spike shuts shakes his head in shame.)

 

Spike Jenkins: Anyway, Dace Night needed to be taught a lesson. So I went out there and taught him a lesson. Now he knows not to mess with THE GREEEEEEEEEATEST WRESTLER IN THE WORLD! And no one in the SJL will disagree with me....

 

(Just then, Fugue walks up next to Ben Hardy, sandwiching him between the two former sWo members.)

 

Spike Jenkins: Well, Fugue, long time no see.

 

Fugue: .......

 

Spike Jenkins: Yeah, it has been a long time.

 

Fugue: .......

 

Spike Jenkins: I see we have a match later tonight.

 

Fugue: ......

 

Spike Jenkins: Yeah, I know its next.

 

Fugue: .......

 

Spike Jenkins: Hey, no need to bring them up.

 

Fugue: .........

 

Spike Jenkins: All right! You want to talk about the sWo! Lets talk about them!

 

Fugue: .........

 

Spike Jenkins: Oh, so your mad at me because I am the world's greatest wrestler and I got all the spot light in the sWo!

 

Fugue: ........

 

Spike Jenkins: NO! THAT STABLE OF THE YEAR AWARD IS MINE!

 

Fugue: .......

 

Spike Jenkins: What do you mean Mak made the sWo great? I MADE THE sWo GREAT!

 

Fugue: ..........

 

Spike Jenkins: What do you mean I am arrogant?

 

Fugue: .......

 

Spike Jenkins: I'M NOT ARROGANT!

 

Fugue: .......

 

Spike Jenkins: All because I had the most talent in the sWo doesn't make me arrogant!

 

Fugue: .......

 

Spike Jenkins: I DID NOT WANT TO BE MAK! MAK WANTED TO BE ME BECAUSE I AM SO GREAT!

 

Fugue: .......

 

Spike Jenkins: Don't say that. I did not sell out! If anyone sold out, it was Mak. Him leaving us to go get the big bucks! And you know who else was a sell out! Mike and Matt! They were dead weight to the sWo!

 

Fugue: .......

 

Spike Jenkins: I know man. You're right, I didn't make the sWo great.

 

Fugue: .........

 

Spike Jenkins: You're right. WE made the sWo great.

 

Fugue: .........

 

Spike Jenkins: YOU made the sWo great? No way! I made the sWo great.

 

Fugue: .........

 

Spike Jenkins: I know a few seconds ago I said WE made the sWo great, BUT I WAS LYING!

 

Fugue: .......

 

Spike Jenkins: MY PANTS ARE NOT ON FIRE!

 

Fugue: ........

 

Spike Jenkins: NO THEY AREN'T!

 

Fugue: ........

 

Spike Jenkins: STOP BEING SO CHILDISH!

 

Fugue: ........

 

Spike Jenkins: AHHHHHHH!

 

Fugue: .......

 

Spike Jenkins: Wait till we get in the ring. I am going to kick your ass like I always wanted too.

 

Fugue: ...........

 

Spike Jenkins: What do you mean your a better technical wrestler then me? NO, YOU AREN'T!

 

Fugue: .........

 

Spike Jenkins: NO YOU AREN'T!

 

Fugue: ..........

 

Spike Jenkins: YES I AM!

 

Fugue: .......

 

Spike Jenkins: YES I AM!

 

Fugue: .........

 

Spike Jenkins: SO AM I!

 

Fugue: ........

 

Spike Jenkins: NO YOU AREN'T! I AM!

 

Fugue: .......

 

Spike Jenkins: Uh-huh

 

Fugue: ........

 

Spike Jenkins: YOU'RE ACTING SO CHILDISH!

 

Fugue: .........

 

Spike Jenkins: I AM THE KING OF THE WORLD!

 

Fugue: ........

 

Spike Jenkins: What do you mean the President? You're making no sense!

 

Fugue: ........

 

Spike Jenkins: No, you're not!

 

Fugue: ........

 

Spike Jenkins: NO!

 

Fugue: ..........

 

Spike Jenkins: NO YOU'RE NOT! I AM GOING TO KICK YOUR ASS!

 

Fugue: ........

 

Spike Jenkins: You know what! When we get in the ring, I am going to out wrestle you like we always knew I could!

 

Fugue: ........

 

Spike Jenkins: Oh no! You aren't going to apologize THAT easy!

 

Fugue: .......

 

Spike Jenkins: Man, why do you have to get so mushy? I'm sorry too!

 

(As everyone stands around confused, Spike wraps his arms around Fugue and gives him a big...HUG? Spike lets go and wipes a tear from his eye.)

 

Spike Jenkins: All right man, we'll go out there and put on a great technical match for those sWo fans!

 

(Spike turns back to Ben Hardy, and slaps the microphone into his chest.)

 

Spike Jenkins: Here you go, you tool. Fugue, I'll see you out in the ring.

 

(Spike gives Fugue a friendly slap on the back and walks off screen as the camera focuses on Fugue and Ben Hardy.)

 

Fugue: What a freak.

 

(Fugue walks off screen as Ben Hardy stands around confused.)

[Guest Suicide King]

"I shut 'em down..."

 

We fade in upon a blackened Joe Louis Arena, the crowd dishing out the boos for Mike Van Siclen as Axis and King comment from their post at the announcers table.

 

"Welcome back to Wrath, ladies and gentlemen," Axis intros. "If you're just joining us, we've had a terrific show thus far, and things are about to get even better as Mike Van Siclen, fresh off a dark match victory with the Seattle Sensation Mikey Jones, is coming out to give an interview."

 

"And what a match that was, Axis!" King sounds like a child in a candy store. "I mean, I know you weren't that happy, but watching Mikey and Mike just go ballistica on Chris Johnson and Duane Austin tonight, it brought back memories of me against... well, just about anybody."

 

Axis sighs as Mike Van Siclen steps onto the ramp, the blue spotlight following him as he slides into the ring, beckoning for a microphone from Funyon and receiving it. He signals for the lights to come up, which they do, and then raises the microphone to his lips, beginning to speak.

 

"What up, Deeeee-TROIT!?"

 

Mike grins mid-ring, getting the cheap pop. He chuckles a bit, then his face quickly changes into a stony glare. He turns two-hundred and seventy degrees, glaring at the entire crowd before speaking again.

 

"Watch me not care."

 

The crowd erupts in boos, and again Mike smiles, but the smile quickly disappears as the self-proclaimed Amazin' one begins to speak some more.

 

"See, it doesn't matter to me what you people, or anyone else here, thinks. What I am here to do, first and foremost, is win, and more specifically, tear that SJL Heavyweight Title off of the waist of Judge Mental," the crowd boos the good Judge's name, "and strap it around my own."

 

The crowd cheers - anyone dethroning Judge Mental would be excellent - and Mike continues.

 

"You see, lads and lassies, what me and that young up-and-comer, Mikey Jones did to those two jobbers is what I, alone, could do to any of you in attendance. When you hear those words, 'I shut 'em down', boy, you'd best have your flying shoes on, because when I slide into this ring, it's all game, and you'd better catch a good look at me because once that bell rings, lights is all - "

 

The arena lights suddenly flicker, then black out in an all too familiar pattern. The Smarktron screen even cuts out for a few seconds before coming back to life. The screen shows a castle in the distance, then looms closer. Heavy rain thickens the view and lightning strikes are the only source of light. A gap in the clouds appears, revealing the full moon. A Celtic cross rests in its shadow. The fans begin to boo as "O Fortuna" hits the speakers.

 

"Are we still here?" Axis asks cautiously. King answers, "I guess so. Here we go with this DoD bullshit again. Although this secrecy is quite intriguing... it's also very annoying!" Axis replies, "I can't believe I'm saying this, King... but I agree with you!"

 

A sickening smack interrupts the darkness, followed by a 'thud' as the microphone in Van Siclen's hands impacts with the mat. Just seconds later, a female voice speaks to the audience.

 

"We bid you raise the lights."

 

"What the-?!" exclaims Axis.

 

The lights in the arena slowly come on. The fans are quiet as they all focus on the ring, where two women clad in black stand over the fallen Mike Van Siclen. The taller of the women, though not by much, brings the microphone back to her black-painted lips.

 

"We, Nocturna Bloodmoon and Arianwyn Rivenstone, the Disciples of Discord, welcome you, the denizens of Western world, to a new age... the Era of Discord." Nocturna lowers the mic and motions to Arianwyn, who holds the chair. Arian drops the chair near the corner oriented toward the North. She then moves to a near unconscious Mike Van Siclen and pulls him up by his hair. With a little help from Nocturna, Arianwyn lifts Mike onto the turnbuckle, catches his ankles in the corner, and drops him backward, into the Tree of Woe.

 

"Oh, no... what are these Disciples planning now?!" King shrugs and smiles, "I haven't a clue, nor do I care. Women with authority make my spine tingle."

 

Arian sets the chair up in front of Mike's face then backs into the opposite corner. She raises her arms to the ceiling and mumbles something before speeding toward Van Siclen, dropping into a viscous baseball slide, smack! Mike jerks with the impact and then drops limply to the mat as the fans begin to boo loudly!

 

"Poor Mike, get the medics out here!" Axis shouts. "Poor Mike?" King asks. "He's getting beaten around by a pair of girls. He deserves this beating if he can't defend himself." Axis rolls his eyes, "It wasn't a fair attack! They cut the lights!"

 

Arianwyn picks up the chair and continues to bring it down over Mike Van Siclen. The injured wrestler curls, holding his knee as it is battered repeatedly. His whimpering cries are silenced as Nocturna kneels behind him, wrapping a length of chain around his neck. She holds her knee into his back, choking the life out of him.

 

"Uh, can we get some help out here, please?"

 

The ringside bell dings as the timekeeper finally gets his act together. A score of referees exit from backstage, and get to the ring as Arianwyn and Nocturna slide out. They all huddle around Van Siclen as "O Fortuna" kicks up again. The camera follows the two Disciples as they move around the ring, smirking at the mess they've made.

[Guest Suicide King]

(We cut back to Suicide King and Axis sitting at the announcers table, looking towards the camera with a weird expression on their faces.)

 

Axis: Well, that was certainly interesting.

 

Suicide King: No matter how weird he is, "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins is still one of my favorite wrestlers.

 

Axis: Being a fan of his is being weird itself.

 

Suicide King: What?

 

Axis: Anyway folks. Up next is a match between the two men you just seen, former sWo stable mates, "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins, and the returning music man himself, Fugue.

 

Suicide King: The sWo, those were the days, were they not, Axis?

 

Axis: Aye, mate. Funyon is in the ring, so lets get this show on the road!

 

(The camera cuts over to Funyon standing in the middle of the ring, holding a index card in one hand and a microphone in the other.)

 

Funyon: This match is scheduled for one fall, with a twenty minute time limit. First, coming to the ring, weighing in at Two Hundred and Twenty Pounds, from Hollywood, California..."Hollywood" Spike Jenkinssssssssssss!!!!!!!

 

(The lights in the arena slowly die out as the riff of a guitar rings over the PA as "King of Your Own World" by Smugface starts up. Gold sparks begins to fly out of the top of the ramp, as "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins walks out from behind the entrance curtain. Spike walks into the middle of the pyro as the crowd bathes him in jeers. After a few seconds of standing there, Spike breathes in the pyro through his mouth and breathes it out through his nose, covering his face in smoke. Spike walks through the pyro as it slowly dies down behind him, and he begins to walk down the ramp looking at the fans in the front row booing him and yelling profanities at him. Spike flexes his muscles in response to annoy the fans more, and walks up to the steel steps and hops up them onto the ring apron. Spike walks towards the center of the apron, and wraps his arms over the top rope, and stretches back as a spotlight shines down upon him from the top of the arena.)

 

Suicide King: There is the King of the World.

 

Axis: King of the World? On what planet?

 

Suicide King: Was that suppose to be funny?

 

Axis: I found it quite amusing.

 

Suicide King: You also have no friends.

 

Axis: You mean you aren't my friend?

 

Suicide King: No. You loser.

 

(Spike steps into the ring and holds his arms in the air, with the crowd screaming "Jenkins Sucks" at him. The lights dim till they are completely off as Johann Sebastian Bach's "Toccata and Fugue in D Minor" starts to play over the loud speaker.)

 

Funyon: And his opponent! Weighing in at One Hundred and Eighty-One pounds. From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Fugue!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

(White strobe lights start flashing over the arena as Fugue walks out from behind the entrance curtain wearing his usual black trench coat. The crowd boo's at the music man as he walks down the ramp, barely turning towards the audience. Fugue walks around the ring towards the steel steps, and slowly walks up them onto the top step. Fugue slowly pulls his trench coat off his shoulders, and hangs it up on the ring post, then continues up onto the ring apron, and steps into the ring.

 

Axis: As noted before, Fugue and Spike Jenkins were both stable mates in the now defunct, sWo here in the SJL. The sWo, a stable with so much back story, it was almost a shame to see them go.

 

Suicide King: It defiantly was.

 

Axis: Then I realized what kind of ass's those guys were, and I was happy.

 

Suicide King: You better hope no one heard you, or some sWo fans will kick YOUR ass!

 

Axis: The sWo had fans?

 

Suicide King: Well, Fugue and Spike Jenkins were some of the last members of the sWo. And did you hear the comments Spike said before. About how Matt Myers and Mike Van Siclen sold out and left the sWo. I agree with Spike one hundred percent.

 

Axis: You would.

 

Suicide King: I know I would. Because it is the truth!

 

Axis: What about him saying Mak Francis sold out and left the sWo for the big money in the SWF?

 

Suicide King: I never heard him say anything bad about Mak Francis.

 

Axis: You probably didn't hear him then.

 

Suicide King: Oh come on Axis. Spike Jenkins would never say anything bad about Mak Francis! Mak showed Spike the ropes and helped Spike out a lot.

 

Axis: That he did.

 

(The two men enter to the middle of the ring, and stare at each other as the referee signals for the bell to start the match.)

 

* Ding Ding Ding *

 

(Both men get low, and begin to circle each other, but Spike puts his hand out, and Fugue slaps it, as a sign of respect. Both men circle around each other some more, then aggressively dive into each other, locking arms around the others neck in a collar-elbow tie up.)

 

Axis: Spike Jenkins and Fugue start off with a Collar-Elbow Tie Up. A very unusual move for Spike Jenkins against the stronger Fugue.

 

Suicide King: What is great about this match is that Spike Jenkins and Fugue are so alike in so many different things, it is pretty much even and cut down the middle.

 

Axis: Yes, there is also the factor that both these guys know each other so well from the sWo days.

 

Suicide King: How many times have we mentioned the sWo so far tonight?

 

Axis: Quite a few.

 

Suicide King: This is one of the best shows ever! The sWo always puts ratings through the roof.

 

Axis: Yeah....I am sure they do...

 

(The two former sWo allies begin to push and pull each other around the ring, while still holding onto the Collar-Elbow tie up. Fugue finally pushes Spike back into the ropes, but they hold onto the tie up. Spike quickly turns over, putting Fugue back first up against the ropes. Fugue turns this time, and Spike is once again has his back against the ropes, but reverses it over again, putting Fugue back first into the corner. The referee runs around towards them, and squeezes himself between the two, trying to pull them apart from each other. Spike and Fugue cooly release the tie up, and both hold their arms up, showing the referee they weren't doing anything illegal, but Spike gives Fugue a quick, playful slap across the face, getting a "Ohhh" from the crowd. Spike dances back, pointing to himself, joking around with Fugue, as Fugue just looks at him with a blank look on his face. Spike continues dancing around and shooting his arms out as if boxing, as Fugue begins to walk out of the corner.)

 

Axis: Spike Jenkins is so arrogant it is really bothering me!

 

Suicide King: That is what makes him so great.

 

Axis: Since when did Spike Jenkins become GREAT?

 

Suicide King: Since, like, forever. Duh!

 

(Fugue walks towards the center of the ring as Spike stops fooling around and gets back to the center of the ring himself. Spike holds his hand out again, and Fugue slaps it away, but harder then the slap they gave each other earlier. Spike looks at Fugue with a confused look on his face, as Fugue grabs Spike around the neck, in another collar-elbow tie up, and pushes Spike back first into the ropes. Spike gets his arms around Fugue, and pulls him over so he is back first against the ropes, but Fugue literally lifts Spike off his feet, and flings him into the corner, while still holding onto him in a collar-elbow tie up. The referee taken by surprise, comes back from his own little dazed world, and jumps back into the middle of Spike and Fugue. Fugue easily lets go of the hold, and begins to back away, but not before giving Spike a smack with full force across the face, getting a "OHHHHH" and some cheers out of the fans. Fugue backs up into the center of the ring as Spike just stands in the corner, holding his face in pain. Spike looks around at the crowd as they laugh at what just happened.)

 

Suicide King: What the...Why isn't Fugue showing the same respect Spike is showing him?

 

Axis: Fugue was just joking around. Just like Spike was a few seconds ago.

 

Suicide King: Yeah, but Spike didn't fool around THAT HARD!

 

Axis: Fugue is just showing Spike that he doesn't like to play games.

 

Suicide King: Obviously.

 

(Fugue waves his hands towards Spike, signaling for him to come back to the center of the ring. Spike looks around worried, but slowly walks towards Fugue. They both begin to circle each other again, but Fugue puts his arm out, wanting Spike to slap it as the crowd starts laughing. Spike slaps the hand away, and the begin to circle each other again. They both drive into each other again, locking arms with another collar-elbow tie up. They both use all their strength and push and pull each other, but Fugue, the stronger of the two, pulls Spike into a headlock. Fugue begins to pull on Spike's head, trying to wrench the neck, as Spike waves his arms around, trying to find an opening to escape.)

 

Axis: What many people don't know, is that Spike Jenkins and Fugue both have amateur wrestling backgrounds and great technical skills.

 

Suicide King: Yes, because we all know you have to have great technical skills to put on a FREAKING HEADLOCK!

 

Axis: I am just saying...

 

(Fugue continues to wrench on the neck of Spike Jenkins. Spike grabs a hold of Fugue's arm that is squeezing his neck, and begins to push it up. Spike finally pushes the headlock off of him, and quickly gets behind Fugue, while holding his arm into a hammerlock.)

 

Axis: Nice counter by Spike Jenkins.

 

Suicide King: I guess Spike Jenkins really does want to put on a good technical bout with Fugue.

 

Axis: And they can do it.

 

Suicide King: Because they both have AMAZING TECHNICAL SKILLS!

 

Axis: Well...yeah.

 

Suicide King: Oh...anyway...

 

(Back in the ring, Spike Jenkins begins to pull back on Fugue's arm, pulling it back in a hammerlock. Fugue swings his free arm around, trying to find a way out, and is able to use his speed to duck under Spike's arm, getting behind Spike and holding Spike in a hammerlock of his own. Fugue wrenches back on the arm, as Spike leans forward, trying to find a quick counter out. Spike pulls himself back up, and gives Fugue a quick back elbow to the face, and hits Fugue with a second back elbow to the face, stunning Fugue long enough for Spike to pull under Fugue's arm, and locking in another hammerlock to Fugue.)

 

Axis: Quick reversals by the two. So far, a pretty even match.

 

Suicide King: Sooner or later, one of them will get a advantage. Hopefully it will be later.

 

(Spike wrenches back on Fugue's arm, as Fugue tries to shake the elbows he just received away. Fugue regains his balance, and with his power, pulls Spike out from behind him, flipping him forward onto the mat on his back, with a arm drag takedown. Fugue holds onto Spike's arm, and begins to pull on it in an arm bar.)

 

Axis: Fugue reversing that hammerlock into a arm drag takedown and arm bar combo!

 

Suicide King: I would say he has great technical skills, but then you would be jumping over me like a maniac.

 

Axis: You exaggerate too much.

 

Suicide King: Is that so you MANIAC?

 

(Axis sighs as we get back to the ring, where Fugue holds down Spike Jenkins with an arm bar. Spike tries to wiggle free, but Fugue keeps the hold locked in. Spike, using the only thing he can think of, rolls onto the top of his neck, and with the speed he has left, kips up, pulling Fugue's arm and flipping Fugue over onto the mat, and hold's Fugue in his own arm bar! But Fugue, the submission specialist rolls over, lifting his legs into the air, and locking them around the arm Spike was using for the arm bar, and with his legs, flips Spike over him onto the mat, and while still holding onto Spike, begins to wrench on the arm with a Cross Arm Breaker!)

 

Axis: Fugue reversed an arm bar into a Cross Arm Breaker!

 

Suicide King: Get to the ropes Spike! Wait, No! Tap Out! Wait, No! I'm so confused!

 

(Spike, knowing that he is in trouble, quickly scuffles to the ring ropes, while Fugue holds onto the arm. Spike gets to the ropes, and wraps his free arm around the bottom rope, tempting the referee to force Fugue to let go of the move. Fugue reluctantly lets go of the hold, and jumps up to his feet, and backs away as Spike holds onto the ropes, trying to figure out what just happened.)

 

Axis: Fugue just came out of no where with that move and Spike was totally taken off guard.

 

Suicide King: If Spike didn't get to the ropes, Fugue may have won by now.

 

(Fugue signals for Spike to get up and to get back into the middle of the ring. Spike grabs the middle and top rope, and pulls himself up to his feet, and shakes his left arm, the same arm that Fugue just had in the Cross Arm Breaker, to get some of the kinks out of it. Spike slowly walks back to the middle of the ring, and Fugue puts his arm out, which Spike slaps, and they begin to circle each other again.)

 

Axis: Even during this match, they still have the same respect for each other that they started with.

 

Suicide King: Will one of them hurry up and pull out some death defying or bone breaking move?

 

Axis: We have a good solid technical match going on, and you would rather have them kill each other?

 

Suicide King: Yes.

 

Axis: Why are you even a wrestling announcer?

 

Suicide King: For the big, fat paychecks.

 

(Axis shakes his head in annoyance as we get back to the ring, and Spike and Fugue begin to circle each other again. They both jump into each other, wrapping their arms around the other's neck in a Collar-Elbow tie up. Fugue, once again the more powerful one, pulls Spike into a headlock, and pulls on the neck. After several seconds of pulling on the neck of Spike, Fugue spins over Spike's head, and spins behind him, locking his arms around Spike's waist. Spike tries to struggle away, but Fugue just lifts him up, and slams him down with an amateur wrestling maneuver.)

 

Axis: As mentioned before, both Fugue and Spike Jenkins have amateur wrestling backgrounds. Then in the sWo, their co-leader Mak Francis must of spiced up their skills, as we all know Mak Francis has a big amateur wrestling background.

 

Suicide King: How many times are we going to mention Mak Francis tonight?

 

Axis: Well, he has a lot to do with the pasts of both these men.

 

(Spike scuffles up back to his feet, but Fugue just lifts him up again, and slams him back down into the mat. Spike once again is able to pull himself back up to his feet, but Fugue lifts him up to slam him down again, but Spike wraps his legs around Fugue's waist, and pulls him over for a victory roll, but Fugue drops down onto the back on Spike's leg's and holds him down for the pin.)

 

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(Once again, Spike uses all the power in his legs to pull Fugue over into a Victory roll.)

 

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(Spike grab's Fugue's legs, and pulls himself off of Fugue, releasing the pin. Spike quickly jumps in front of Fugue, holding onto his legs, and pulls him, trying to flip him over for the Smoke Out!)

 

Axis: Spike pulled himself out of the victory roll to try and lock in the Smoke Out!

 

Suicide King: Fugue never taps out, but if Spike can lock in the Smoke Out, it can happen tonight!

 

(Spike begins to pull Fugue over onto his stomach, but Fugue holds all his weight down, making sure Spike doesn't turn him over. After several tries of turning him over, Spike loses his breath and nearly falls over, but Fugue gives him a quick punch to the forehead. He gives Spike another few quick punches, causing Spike to release one of his legs. Fugue wraps his free leg around Spike's hurt arm, and turns over onto his stomach, driving Spike into the mat face first.)

 

Axis: Fugue reversed the Smoke Out into an inverted arm bar!

 

Suicide King: Spike's arm has to be killing him.

 

(Fugue pulls on the arm, while Spike screams in pain. Spike tries to crawl towards the ropes, but Fugue holds him in place, putting more pressure on the arm, as Spike screams his lungs out. Spike tries to roll around onto his back, but Fugue keeps a firm grip on the arm.)

 

Axis: There is no way out for Spike right now. Except for tapping out!

 

Suicide King: Spike Jenkins is not going to tap out. He never has, never will.

 

Axis: He has tapped out before...

 

Suicide King: I don't remember that.

 

Axis: Probably because you can't remember anything after yesterday.

 

Suicide King: I don't like to remember the past when I have the whole future ahead of me.

 

Axis: You sure do...

 

(Spike continues to scream as Fugue pulls on his arm. Spike slides over to the side of Fugue, and uses his free arm to reach over and grab Fugue by the hair. Spike begins to pull Fugue's head back by the hair, and when he gets Fugue's head back enough, he uses his free arm and slowly slides it around Fugue's face, and begins to pull back in a dragon sleeper type move!)

 

Axis: Oh my god! Fugue is locked in that dragon sleeper while Spike is locked in that inverted arm bar!

 

Suicide King: One of them, or Both of them are going to have to tap out!

 

(Spike pulls back on Fugue's neck at such a awkward angle, that his neck is getting pulled back over his shoulders, but Fugue continues hold onto Spike's arm, with both of them screaming at the pain, with the fans chanting at both competitors "Tap...Tap...Tap." After about half a minute of painful screaming, Fugue finally lets go of the arm, and tries to crawl away, but Spike crawls up his back, while still holding onto Fugue's neck, and gets to a sitting position on Fugue's upper back. Spike wraps his now injured arm around one of Fugue's free arms, and begins to pull back in the Silver Lining!!!!)

 

Axis: Spike has locked in the Silver Lining! Fugue can tap at any second!

 

Suicide King: Fugue has never tapped out, and never will!

 

Axis: Didn't you say that about Spike?

 

Suicide King: Well, I, ummm....

 

Axis: Yes?

 

Suicide King: Hey, look at that!

 

Axis: At what?

 

Suicide King: Nothing.

 

Axis: Wait, what?

 

Suicide King: Damn Axis, DO YOUR JOB!

 

(Back into the action, Spike pulls back on Fugue's neck, having Fugue scream in pain. Fugue tries to reach for the ropes, but is basically in the middle of the ring, with Spike pulling back on his head. Fugue uses his free arm, and swings it at Spike, catching Spike with a punch to the bad arm that is holding Fugue across the throat. Fugue throws his arm out again and hits another punch, and another across the bad arm of Spike. Fugue again hits another punch, this time causing Spike so much pain in the arm, that he lets go of Fugue, but still sits on his back. Fugue quickly pulls out under Spike, causing Spike to land on his ass on the mat, in a sitting position. Fugue jumps up to his feet, and grabs Spike's arms, and locks his fists together in a double chicken wing. Fugue puts his head to the upper back of Spike, and flips over Spike, locking him in Harmony!!!!!!)

 

Axis: Fugue fought out of The Silver Lining and locked in Harmony!!! Spike Jenkins has no where to go!!!!

 

Suicide King: This has to be the end of the match!

 

(Fugue continues to pull on Spike's arms, while Spike sits there, trying to breath, while getting his arms stretched out of their sockets. The referee gets down to the mat, and asks Spike if he gives up, which Spike answers with a screaming "NOOOO")

 

Axis: Hey! That’s Dace Night! What is he doing????

 

(Dace Night runs down the entrance ramp up to the ring, and quickly slides in, and dives at Fugue, hitting him in the open ribs with a double axe handle. The referee sees this and gets up, signaling for the bell to be rung.)

 

* Ding Ding Ding *

 

(Fugue releases the hold, and rolls near the ropes, holding his ribs in pain, as Dace Night runs over to him, and gives him a baseball slide, knocking Fugue under the bottom rope out of the ring. Spike holds his shoulder of the bad arm in pain, as he crawls up to his feet. Dace turns to see Spike rising to his feet, and charges at him. Spike stumbles into the corner, but sees Dace coming at him, and moves out of the way, as Dace runs chest first into the turnbuckles. Spike steps up behind Dace, and signals for him to turn around. Dace slowly turns around, as Spike lifts Dace's arm into the air, and ducks under it, wrapping his bad arm around daces chest, setting up for the High Lighter!!!! But Dace quickly elbows Spike into the head, and ducks under Spike's bad arm, but grabs Spike's bad arm, and drives him face first into the mat with it. Dace locks Spike's bad arm in between his legs, and locks his hands across Spike's face, and pulls back on Spike's neck with the Code Black!!!!)

 

Axis: Dace Night ran in when Fugue had Spike Jenkins in Harmony, and now has Spike Jenkins locked in the Code Black!!!!

 

Suicide King: Someone get out here and help Spike!!!!

 

(Dace continues to pull back on Spike's neck, while wrenching on his arm as Spike screams for his life!!!! Spike begins slapping the mat with his free hand, signaling him tapping out!!!! Dace, getting retribution from Spike's attack earlier in the night continues to pull back on Spike's neck!!!!!!!!!)

 

Suicide King: SOMEONE HELP SPIKE!!!

 

(Fugue slides back into the ring, but in his hands is his trench coat. He walks up behind Dace Night and Spike Jenkins, and pulls out a pair of bolt cutters from his coat!!! He lifts the bolt cutters back, and swings it, CRUSHING the back of Dace Night's head with them and the crowd begins to boo Fugue!!!!!!! Dace Night collapses to the mat, as Spike Jenkins rolls away from him. Spike holds his arm in pain, as he slowly pulls himself to his feet. Spike turns to see Fugue standing over the body of Dace Night, with a pair of bolt cutters in his hand. Fugue looks over at Spike and walks towards him, putting his hand out for a handshake, but Spike slaps it away. Fugue looks confused, but Spike grabs Fugue around the shoulders....and HUGS HIM????)

 

Axis: What the hell is he doing?

 

Suicide King: Spike and Fugue are friends. Nothing wrong with friends hugging.

 

Axis: Do you want to hug me or something?

 

Suicide King: I said nothing wrong with FRIENDS hugging.

 

(Spike lets go of Fugue, and turns towards Dace Night, and gives him a quick kick to the face. Spike walks to the ropes, and steps through the middle ropes and jumps down to the floor, as Fugue does the same. The camera shows Fugue and Spike walking to the back as we cut to a commercial.)

[Guest Suicide King]

"We are just moments away from that deadly Five Wounds match and boy is that going to be..." Axis says as a beat of music comes over the sound system, "Oh no!"

 

Biohazard's "Sellout" again plays from the sound system as the fans groan at the music as Ejiro Fasaki comes stolling out to the entrance way.

 

"Argh! Hasn't Ejiro Fasaki and The Magnificent Seven have enough to do tonight already? Do we have to be subjected to more and more of these guys breaking into our time whenever they feel like it?"

 

"You know it, Axis! The Seven cannot be stopped, they cannot be contained... They can do what they want when they want."

 

Ejiro looks out to the crowd with a glare that could stop traffic before pulling a microphone up to his lips. "You know something, folks? The SJL is diseased! It is infected with a walking virus that is, and always has been, out of control. That virus' name is WildChild."

 

The fans break into a cheer at the mention of their favorite wrestler from the Bahamas. But Ejiro just paces back and forth across the stage until they lower the volume.

 

"WildChild is a menace. A danger to each and every wrestler that actually knows what he is doing in a ring! All WildChild ever wants to do is entertain you... people. And he does it at out expense! Brawling like an animal. Flying through the air like a crazy person. Dropping us on our heads! And worst of all, he's obsessed with attacking ME every chance he gets!"

 

Axis speaks out "Oh come on, Fasaki has interfeared in match after match involving WildChild. Just last week on Metal, Ejiro cost WildChild a match with MVS!"

 

Thankfully, Ejiro cannot hear that so he just keeps on talking, "And let me just say, that I am SICK OF IT! So, WildChild... you want to fight with me? You got it! But on my terms. You want to fight, fly, and drop? Well I'm going to give you that opportunity... because I am challenging you to a very special kind of match. I'm challenging you to battle it out with me.... ON A SCAFFOLD! Where we can fight, I can send you flying, and then you'll drop over 15 feet to the ground below! Because, WildChild, I am through trying to teach you anything. I'm through trying to make a good impression on you. Instead, I going to make an impression with you... right in the middle of ring. Because I am better than you....

 

 

AND I CAN PROVE IT!"

 

Slamming the microphone down, Ejiro steps back through the curtain as Axis and The Suicide King speak.

 

"A scaffold match, King?" asks Axis, "That kind of match can only end with severe injury. Knees have been blown out, wrists have been broken! What can Ejiro be thinking?"

 

"He's thinking he's going to end this thing with WildChild!" yells King. "And I cannot wait to see it!"

 

"Well, just saying that you want a match doesn't mean the powers that be are going to allow it, King. But enough about that, we have another match to worry about as soon as we get back from this commercial break!"

[Guest Suicide King]

“What an incredible night we’ve had so far,” yells Axis. “The Magnificent Seven has already had a tremendous influence on tonight’s action, and now, Judge Mental, the SJL Champion, will be in for a dogfight against two of the most exciting competitors in the entire SJL!”

 

“What the Judge needs to do to win this match is try to isolate one or the other of these two, preferably Wildchild,” adds Suicide King. “Wildchild’s neck is probably still feeling the effects of the beating he took from Mike Van Siclen last week, and I expect the Judge to use that to his advantage.”

 

At that moment, the arena lights dim, and a hush falls over the crowd. The speakers suddenly come alive with the sounds of women screaming out the name “Johnny Dangerous!” Limp Bizkit’s “Mission Impossible 2” erupts throughout the arena as dozens of multicolored spotlights pan the crowd. The fans break into a deafening roar as two of the SJL’s most popular wrestlers, Johnny Dangerous and Wildchild appear simultaneously on the entrance ramp, Johnny dressed in a white tuxedo with a blue bow-tie and cummerbund which matches Wildchild’s costume.

 

In the ring, the ever-resplendent Funyon speaks into the microphone, “ladies and gentlemen, the following is a ‘Five Wounds’ Handicap match. The winner will be determined by whoever has the most falls after the final stage. Introducing first, at a total combined weight of four hundred and twenty-two pounds, from Las Vegas, Nevada, the ‘Barracuda,’ Johnny Daaaaangerous! And his partner, from the Bahamas, the Wiiiiildchiiiiild!” Johnny and Wildchild race down to ringside into the ring, Johnny sliding underneath the bottom rope, and Wildchild somersaulting between the bottom and middle ropes. They each run to a corner and pose on the turnbuckles, soaking up the crowds’ adulation.

 

“I can’t stand the way these two whore themselves for the fans,” spits the King in disgust. “They’d probably be a hell of a lot farther in this company if they didn’t spend so much time worried about what the fans think.”

 

“Be that as it may, King,” interrupts Axis, “what do you think these two have to do to beat the Judge?”

 

“You can’t really be that stupid, can you,” replies the King, a look of incredulity on his face. “It’s a handicap match; what do you THINK they have to do to win? They have to double-team the Judge without mercy! Hell, they need to cheat, if they can get away with it! Neither one of these two can compete with Judge Mental on a one-on-one basis, but in a handicap, they have a clear advantage.”

 

 

Limp Bizkit fades out, and the arena goes dark again. Suddenly, an authoritative voice screams the words “NOW TESTIFY!” The entrance ramp becomes engulfed in a fearsome wall of flame as Rage Against the Machine’s “Testify” starts to play. As the flames begin to die down, the SJL Champion, Judge Mental, steps onto the stage, adorned in his judicial robe, and holding the World Championship belt over his left shoulder. “And their opponent,” continues Funyon, “from Royal Oak, Michigan, weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds, he is the SJL World Heavyweight Champion, Juuuuudge Meeeeentaaaaal!!” Judge walks down to the ring, ignoring the chorus of boos from the fans at ringside. Judge walks up the ringside stairs and steps between the top and middle ropes, raising the World Title over his head with a smug look on his face. Handing the belt to the referee, Judge reaches across his chest and pulls his robe above his head. Underneath the robe, Judge is wearing black spandex pants as usual, but in addition to “Judge Mental” stenciled in red on the back, his pants have the word “Magnificent” written down the left leg, and a stylized “Seven” written down the right side. Additionally, Judge is wearing a blood-red sleeveless T-shirt with the trademark “M7” logo in black on the front.

 

Axis shakes his head. “I still can’t believe it, King! The Magnificent Seven is back in the SJL!”

 

“You better believe it,” crows the King. “With the Magnificent Seven back around here, we can look forward to a new golden age in professional wrestling!”

 

Referee Matthew Kivell motions for the timekeeper to ring the bell to signify the start of the match, and then forces Johnny Dangerous to wait outside the ring as Wildchild starts out against Judge Mental. Judge and Wildchild tie up and Judge immediately pushes Wildchild into the ropes, slowly releasing him and then slapping him harshly in the face. Judge backs away and glances at his palm to see if any of Wildchild’s face paint rubbed off, and then glares at him with an utter look of disdain. Wildchild rubs his jaw briefly before they tie up again in the middle of the ring and Judge again forces Wildchild backwards, this time in to the corner. The referee moves between the two men to separate them, and Judge raises his hands in the air, indicating a clean break. As the referee begins to retreat, Judge swings wildly into the corner at, but Wildchild ducks and darts out of the corner, leaping into the air and surprising Judge Mental with a dropkick that stuns him momentarily.

 

BAP! BAP!

 

Judge Mental’s head snaps backwards from the force of a couple of quick right hand jabs before Wildchild tries to whip him into the far corner, but he manages to easily reverse the attempt. Wildchild sails into the air and lands perched on the top turnbuckle, glancing backwards briefly at Judge before flipping off the turnbuckle. Judge quickly drops to the canvas in order to dodge what he believes to be a cross-body attempt, but fails to notice that Wildchild did not flip backwards, but straight into the air! Wildchild lands back on the top turnbuckle and flips off again, this time launching himself backwards and onto the unsuspecting Judge’s back!

 

“Outstanding maneuver by Wildchild,” exclaims Axis, as the crowd roars its approval. “Judge thought he had the cross-body well scouted, but he didn’t see the moonsault press coming!”

 

Wildchild grabs Judge Mental with a front facelock and drags him into his corner, reaching behind his back and making the tag to Johnny Dangerous. The crowd erupts anew as Johnny steps between the ropes, and he and Wildchild double-whip Judge to the ropes, sending him sailing through the air on the rebound with a double back body drop. Johnny picks Judge up off the canvas and starts belting him in the face with forearms as Wildchild steps between the ropes onto the apron. Johnny whips Judge into the far ropes, but Judge comes roaring back on the rebound, bowling Johnny over with a stiff shoulder block. Judge picks Johnny up and backs him into the ropes near his corner, delivering a vicious knife-edge chop that lifts the Barracuda off his feet!

 

WHACK!

 

Another brutal chop raises Johnny off the mat as Judge pushes him into the ropes to prepare to whip him to the far side, but Johnny reaches behind him to make a blind tag to Wildchild, and as he reaches the far ropes, springs over the top to land on the ring apron. Johnny leans over the top rope and breaks into a wide grin in Judge Mental’s direction, which causes the astute adjudicator to wheel around to see what’s going on behind him, but not quickly enough to avoid a springboard missile dropkick from the inbound Wildchild, which causes him to stagger backwards towards the Barracuda, who springs into the ring off the top rope to send Judge to the canvas face-first with a scintillating springboard bulldog!

 

“Beautiful tandem maneuver by Wildchild and Johnny Dangerous,” yells Axis. “A dropkick right into a bulldog!”

 

“Kinda cowardly for them to attack Judge Mental with the hit and run,” notes the King, “but give Wildchild and Dangerous credit for doing what I said they’d have to do to win this match; lots of blatant double teaming. And I think that they should continue to go ahead and keep it up, because it’s obvious that the referee’s going to let them get away with it!”

 

Wildchild picks judge up and whips him towards the far ropes, but Judge easily reverses, and catches Wildchild in mid-air as he attempts to springboard off the middle rope on the rebound. As the crowd boos him, Judge parades around the ring with Wildchild in is arms, flaunting his strength, but as he lifts Wildchild above his head for a press slam, Johnny runs into the ring and nails Judge with a dropkick that sends him to the mat, and leaves Wildchild dangling unsupported in mid-air for a split second before he crashes down onto Judge’s chest!

 

 

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

Judge presses Wildchild off of him with ease, and rolls onto his knees as Wildchild runs against the ropes and lunges at Judge on the rebound, pinning him with an Oklahoma roll…

 

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

Wildchild only gets a two count, as Judge Mental again kicks out. Wildchild scrambles to feet and runs to the far ropes as Judge starts to stand up, and leaps into the air at him on the rebound, but Judge catches him in a bearhug and slams him harshly to the mat! Wildchild’s head bounces off the mat from the force of the slam, and he rolls onto his stomach instinctively, which enables Judge to target the neck with stomps, before he picks him up and whips him into the far ropes. Wildchild leaps onto the top rope, but the sudden motion aggravates his injured neck, and he pauses momentarily, perched on the top rope, which gives Judge the opportunity to lunge at the ropes, causing Wildchild to lose his balance and fall into the ring, landing had on his neck. Judge picks Wildchild up and hammers the back of his neck with clubbing blows, before positioning himself behind Wildchild, locking in a full nelson, and lifting him off the mat and backwards with a Full Nelson Suplex! Judge Mental bridges after the suplex to try to score a pinfall…

 

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

TWO

 

 

 

 

 

 

THR – WHAM!

 

Before the referee can count three, Johnny Dangerous comes flying off the top turnbuckle onto Judge’s chest with a twisting frog splash! As the referee tries to force the Barracuda back into his corner, Judge gets up and knocks him backwards with a hard right hook. After struggling with Johnny in the corner, Judge Mental finally turns his attention back towards the center of the ring.

 

WHACK!

 

With a sudden burst of adrenaline, Wildchild rises off the mat and surges towards Judge Mental, sending him staggering into the ropes with a running elbow to the right temple! Wildchild whips Judge to the far ropes, but is easily reversed, and instead opts to slide underneath the bottom rope to the outside, rather than bounce back towards the waiting Judge, who decides to give chase, and as he runs towards the ropes and slides outside, Wildchild breaks into a run around the ring. Wildchild proves to be too fast for the malicious magistrate, runs past his corner, where the waiting Johnny Dangerous flies off the ring apron and catches the unsuspecting Judge running at full speed into the force of a blockbuster-style neckbreaker!

 

“What a cowardly move by Johnny Wannabe,” spits the King angrily. “What’s the idea sneak attacking the guy outside the ring?”

 

Wildchild runs back over to where Judge Mental is lying on the arena floor, and helps Johnny roll him back into the ring. Johnny gets back on the ring apron and runs to his corner, where Wildchild immediately runs over and tags him. The two lift Judge up to his feet, and whip him to the far ropes, catching him on the rebound with a double press slam that sends judge bouncing off the canvas, and leaves him exposed to Wildchild, who runs off the ropes, and blasts him again in the right temple, this time with a Shining Wizard!

 

As Judge rolls around on the canvas clutching his face in pain, Wildchild and Johnny Dangerous each go to a corner and scale to the top, eyeing Judge Mental inside the ring as he struggles to his feet. No sooner than he stands upright, Wildchild and Johnny both leap off the top turnbuckle, drilling him in the face with stereo missile dropkicks that send him crashing back to the mat. Both faces spring to their feet and Wildchild reaches into the air with both hands, clutching at the air and pulling it to his chest; the crowd erupts at the sight of the gesture that has become known as the sign for the Wild Ride.

 

“He really is crazy,” yells the King. “He’ll never get Judge Mental up for the Wild Ride!”

 

Before Wildchild can bend down to grab the Judge, Johnny stops him. Surprised, Wildchild stares at the Barracuda, who points to the two opposing ring posts, and Wildchild breaks into his trademark grin as he begins to understand Johnny’s idea.

 

“Johnny seems to have another idea,” notes Axis.

 

He does indeed, Axis, for as Johnny directs Wildchild to one corner, he himself climbs the opposite corner, and the two of them look at each other momentarily, and then they both leap off the top rope simultaneously! Johnny twists in the air and lands a corkscrew guillotine legdrop as Wildchild flips through the air in a shooting-star motion, and then jackknifes his body before splashing down on Judge’s chest!

 

“Oh my Gawd,” shouts Axis. “That was almost like an Event OMEGA! Did you see that hang time from Wildchild?”

 

Johnny rolls off to the side as Wildchild hooks Judges leg. Mathew Kivell counts a pinfall…

 

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

THREE!

 

Referee Mathew Kivell motions to the timekeeper to ring the bell, as Funyon rises from his ringside seat. “The winners of the first fall, Johnny Dangerous and the Wildchild!”

 

“Johnny Dangerous and Wildchild take an early advantage in this ‘Five Wounds’ match,” says Axis. “They can pretty much put this thing out of reach if they can win next fall in the Tables match.”

 

“Well, they’ve definitely got the numbers advantage,” replies the King, “but in a Tables match, brawling usually takes over, and in that case, I’ve got to give the edge to the Judge, ‘cause of the power.”

 

Wildchild rolls to the outside, and reaches underneath the ring for a table as Johnny begins the second fall with Judge Mental. Johnny picks him up and delivers repeated right hands to Judge, sending him retreating to the corner, where Judge stops Johnny’s onslaught momentarily with a kick to the midsection, and tosses him outside the ring, failing to notice that Johnny lands on his feet as he tries to catch his breath. Johnny quickly climbs back into the ring, and runs after Judge, attacking him with a forearm to the back that sends him down to the canvas, where he rolls Judge over and continues his attacks with Hard Right Hands to the face. Judge manages to shrug him off and gets to his feet, swinging a right hook at Johnny’s head, but the Barracuda blocks, and delivers a few more right hands to the skull of the assailed assessor, which he manages to derail by grabbing Johnny’s head in a side-headlock out of desperation. Johnny pushes him into the ropes and back off, but is run over by a stiff lariat from Judge on the rebound. Mental then runs over the top of the fallen Barracuda to the opposite ropes, who springs to his feet and leapfrogs over him on the rebound, then grabs Judge by the back of the head as he returns, and uses his own momentum against him to toss him out of the ring!

 

“They’re not letting up on the Judge,” remarks Axis. “That’s the smartest thing they could do. Judge Mental may be the most dangerous man in the SJL; you can’t give him INCH!”

 

“Absolutely not,” adds the King. “As soon as either one of these two makes the slightest mistake, Hizzoner’s gonna take them apart!”

 

Wildchild pulls a table from underneath the ring and tosses it into the ring, sliding in after it as Judge gets to his feet outside the ring. As Wildchild begins to set up the table, Dangerous springs outside the ring with a plancha onto the top of the Judge! The Barracuda resumes his quest to fuse his fist with Judge Mental’s face, and then picks him up and leads him over to the ring post, where Judge lifts his knee into Johnny’s midsection to try to take over, and attempts to ram his face into the ring post, but Johnny blocks with his foot and rams Judge into the post instead! Johnny rolls Judge into the ring and rolls in after him, helping Wildchild prop him up on the table, and goes to the corner as Wildchild holds him steady on the table. Judge start hammering Wildchild with his left hand out of desperation, and finally knocks him away just as Johnny leaps off the top rope!

 

CRUNCH!

 

Flesh and bone are harshly introduced to wood as Johnny leaps off the top turnbuckle with a 450 splash, but fails to connect with Judge Mental, who rolls out of the way just in time, and crashes directly onto the table instead!

 

“Nobody home as Johnny goes through the table,” crows the King. “That might not count for a fall, but it definitely works in the Judge’s favor, as if effectively takes Johnny out of the match for right now, and I like his chances one-on-one against Wildchild.”

 

WHACK!

 

Staggering to his feet, Judge wheels around to look for Wildchild in time to be met by a flying forearm! Wildchild rolls to the outside, pulls another table from underneath the ring, and sets it up on the arena floor. He quickly climbs onto the ring apron and leaps onto the top rope, springing in with a corkscrew senton onto Hizzoner. Wildchild picks Judge up and backs him into the ropes, but gets reversed on a whip attempts by Judge, who puts his head down for a back body drop, but the Bahama bomber grabs Mental by the head and snaps him backwards, bouncing his head off the mat. Judge rolls onto the ring apron near the table to gather himself as Wildchild struggles to get to his feet.

 

“Wildchild’s slow to get up,” notes Axis. “I think he’s really starting to feel the effects of that neck injury.”

 

Mental stands up on the ring apron as Wildchild runs to the opposite ropes, and dashes back towards him, using to the middle rope to balance himself as he flips onto Judge’s shoulders, but Mental holds onto the ropes with his right hand to keep himself from falling backwards, and turns around to face the crowd, with Wildchild still on his shoulders…

 

SMASH~!

 

Judge Mental reaches up to lock his arms around Wildchild’s waist, and leaps off the ring apron, driving Wildchild’s back into the table at ringside with a ferocious powerbomb! The crowd breaks out in a loud “HOLY SHIT” chant as the referee orders the timekeeper to ring the bell.

 

“The winner of the second fall,” says Funyon, “evening this bout at one fall apiece, Judge Mental!”

 

“Ha-ha,” bellows Suicide King. “Judge Mental sends ‘Clown-boy’ into a table to even up the bout, and I tell you what, Axis; the worm done turneth! Now this next fall is going to be submissions only, and Hizzoner has a SIGNIFICANT advantage, not only because of his size and strength, but because neither one of these two guys has any kind of submission skills.”

 

Axis nods in agreement. “Well, Johnny has been known to pull out a surfboard on occasion, but otherwise you’re absolutely right, King. Johnny and Wildchild really needed to win that fall to give them some cushion against the Judge in the later stages of this match. I expect to see a lot more physicality out of the Judge now.”

 

Judge Mental rolls into the ring and pulls Johnny off the broken table, then commences a ruthless onslaught of stomps to the small of the back as the referee kicks the remnants of the table out of the ring. Judge then squats down over the top of Johnny, grabs him underneath the chin, and pulls back on it on a camel clutch.

 

“Camel clutch,” echoes the King. “Johnny can’t move backwards in that position, and there’s no way he’ll make it to the other ropes!”

 

Referee Mathew Kivell looks into Johnny’s eyes and asks him if he wants to give up, to which he vigorously shakes his head ‘no’. After another thirty seconds, however, Johnny starts to fade out, and the referee lifts his arm into the air, releasing it as it falls lifelessly back down. The referee raises the arm again, and it falls a second time. Kivell flashes two fingers at the timekeeper, and raises the arm a third time, but before he can let go, Wildchild lunges towards the ring and pulls at Johnny’s foot, causing Judge to break the hold. Mental walks over to the ropes and bends down to grab Wildchild by the hair, pulling him up onto the ring apron, but Wildchild punches him in the midsection to stun him, punches him again, forcing him to release his grip, and then reaches up and grabs Judge with ¾ facelock, dropping off the apron and guillotining Mental off the top rope. Wildchild slides back into the ring and picks Judge up off the mat, whipping him towards the far corner, but Mental easily reverses. Judge charges after Wildchild in the corner, but he easily darts out of the way as Mental crashes into the corner, and tries to hiptoss him as he staggers back towards the middle of the ring. Mental manages to block the hiptoss, but before he can counter, Wildchild bends down and grabs Mental’s left leg, rolling on his shoulders onto the mat, and tripping the Judge, causing him to fall forward as Wildchild continues rolling to end up behind him with an ankle lock applied! The crowd erupts in surprised approval at the unexpected counter.

 

“Oh my Gawd,” cries Axis, “an ankle lock!” I guarantee you that Judge Mental didn’t see that one coming!”

 

Judge is startled by the submission hold from the former circus star, but far from defeated, as he rolls onto his back and pushes Wildchild off of him, back into the corner. Mental rolls to his feet, gingerly shaking his left leg, and walks over to the corner, clubbing Wildchild over the back of the neck with sledgehammer-like forearms that sends Wildchild down to the canvas, clutching his neck in pain. Johnny pulls himself off the mat and lunges after Mental, jumping on his back to stop him from stomping on Wildchild’s neck, and applying a sleeper. Judge turns his head slightly, looking at Johnny almost in disbelief, and then runs backwards into the opposite corner at full speed, but Johnny jumps off his back and onto the ring apron just as they reach the corner, resulting in Judge crashing back first into the turnbuckle! The Barracuda grabs Mental by the head and tries to ram him face-first into the turnbuckle, but Judge blocks him and instead drives Johnny face-first into the ring post, causing him to fall to the arena floor.

 

“Where’s the Judge going,” asks Axis. “He’s not going to the top rope, is he?”

 

“Yes he is,” replies the King. “It looks like he’s going to jump off the top rope onto Johnny Dangerous, and I gotta agree with you, Axis; I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

 

It proves to be a bad idea indeed, as Wildchild surges to his feet and lunges to the opposite corner, shaking the ropes and causing the weary warden to crotch himself on the top rope. Wildchild swings his other leg inside, and climbs up to the top turnbuckle alongside Judge. He leaps onto his shoulders and bends backwards to take Mental into the ring with a Dragon Steiner, but he lands on his feet, and holds onto Wildchild’s legs as he cranks back in a standing Boston Crab!

 

“He’s got the Crab on,” cries the King. “It’s about to be over!”

 

It is indeed over, as the modified Liontamer places too much pressure on Wildchild’s neck, and he taps out almost immediately as the referee motions for the timekeeper to ring the bell. “The winner of the third fall,” says Funyon, “taking a two falls to one advantage, Judge Mental!”

 

“You know what’s the funniest thing about this is, Axis,” the King asks with a smirk. “That makes two falls in a row that Wildchild has lost for his team trying that Luchador crap and missing. The same move, as a matter of fact: he misses the hurricanrana in the second fall: WHAM! He gets powerbombed through a table! He misses the hurricanrana in the submission match: WHAM! He eats a Liontamer!”

 

“I feel a little bad for the kid, and he should probably consider varying up his attack, but at this point, he needs to go with what brought him to the dance, and hope that he and his partner can find a way in the Battle Royal.”

 

Judge Mental gets right to work on the Wildchild, hammering on his neck unmercifully, and whipping him to the ropes. Wildchild leaps into the air and lands on the top rope, but the sudden shock jars his neck and nearly causes him to fall out of the ring. Judge senses the opportunity to capitalize on his weakness and runs towards the ropes, but Wildchild manages to make a desperate back flip into the ring and over the top of the Judge, ducking underneath his lariat attempt, and leaping into the air dropkicking Judge into the ropes. Wildchild gets to his feet and stalks over to Judge Mental, his face paint all but gone from sweat, and rips into his face with stinging right jabs before backing him into the corner. Wildchild climbs onto the second and raises his fist to the crowd, who roars their approval and counts along with him as he delivers a ten-count punch in the corner.

 

 

ONE!

 

 

TWO!

 

 

THREE!

 

 

FOUR!

 

After only four punches, Judge grabs underneath Wildchild’s legs and turns around, placing him in a seated position on the top rope, and punching him repeatedly in the midsection. Judge takes a few steps backwards, and runs towards Wildchild at full speed with a brutal shoulder block that sends Wildchild falling backwards off the top rope, but he hooks his legs around Judges shoulders as he’s falling out of the ring, and uses his momentum to pull Mental over the top rope and out of the ring! Wildchild grabs the middle rope with both hands to keep himself from joining Mental on the arena floor, and the referee signals for the bell once more. “The winners of the fourth fall,” says Funyon, “evening this contest at two falls apiece, Johnny Dangerous and the Wildchild!”

 

“It’s kind of funny to hear Funyon call Johnny a winner in that fall, seeing as how he didn’t factor into it at all!”

 

“True enough,” admits Axis, but that’s going to work in their favor, as it gave him some much needed rest outside the ring.”

 

“Yeah,” replies the King, “but the flipside of that argument is that with the fall being so quick, Judge Mental didn’t really sustain any serious damage. He was pretty much just taken by surprise.”

 

“Funny thing, that,” quips Axis. “I guess that’s what happens when you get overconfident and let your guard down. What I find particularly funny is the way that, after all your talk about Wildchild going to the well too often with that hurricanrana, he catches the Judge sleeping with that very move!”

 

Johnny Dangerous returns to his feet, almost fully recovered as the cage is quickly lowered down to the ring. The Barracuda stalks over to the where Funyon is sitting as the ring attendants work swiftly to secure the cage, and snatches his chair from him, getting a running start at Judge, who is getting to his feet, and blasting him with the chair! He picks Mental up and bashes his face into the steel cage, and rubs his face into the steel mesh, ripping the flesh apart like so much tissue paper. The Barracuda leads the mauled magistrate to the door of the cage, and rolls him in, sliding under ropes in after him. Mental, his face a crimson mask, pokes Johnny in the eyes and makes a break for the door.

 

“Judge doesn’t have to pin either one of these guys to win the match,” remarks Axis. “All he has to do is escape.”

 

Mental lunges for the door, and gets the upper half of his body between the ropes, but Johnny grabs his legs and pulls him back into the ring. Johnny whips him into the ropes as Wildchild gets to his feet, and he ducks a lariat attempt from the Wildchild, but runs into a Johnny Kick! Judge staggers back into a Russian Sickle from Wildchild, and falls forward into a DDT!

 

SPLASH!

 

Johnny rolls out of the way just in time to avoid a running Senton from Wildchild! Mathew Kivell counts the shoulders…

 

 

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

THREEEEEEE—NO! “He didn’t get him,” screams the King. “Two count only!”

 

Johnny and Wildchild pick Judge up and whip him to the ropes, but Mental ducks underneath their attempted double-team move, and sends them both to the mat on the rebound with a stiff double lariat. Judge picks Johnny up and whips him into the far corner, and rushes in after him, crushing him with a running charge into the corner. Mental is so busy hammering Johnny in the corner, that he fails to notice Wildchild run up behind him, grab him in a waistlock, and pick him up off his feet, falling backwards and dropping him hard on his neck!

 

“Neck Drop Suplex by the Wildchild,” screams Axis, “and this could be anybody’s match right… Oh my Gawd! He nipped up! He nipped up! Wildchild just nipped up! He’s still got some fight left in him!”

 

Wildchild momentarily clutches his neck in pain, but then raises his arms above his head, and again makes the sign for the Wild Ride! The crowd roars as he picks Judge up to a standing position, stands in front of him, and hooks both of his arms. Before he can spin around, however, Mental starts to stand straight up, breaking free of Wildchild’s grip, and standing with Wildchild perched on his shoulders, then shrugging him off and falling to the mat in a sitting position, driving Wildchild into the canvas face-first with an Electric Chair Drop!”

 

“Ha-ha,” crows the King. “He countered the Wild Ride! That scouting report by Ejiro paid off! Mental’s gonna win this thing!”

 

Judge Mental wearily stands to his feet, grinning evilly down at Wildchild and pointing to his blood and sweat soaked “Magnificent Seven” T-shirt.

 

WHAM!

 

So preoccupied with Wildchild is Judge Mental that he fails to notice Johnny Dangerous scale the top turnbuckle and leap off, snaring Mental’s head as he passes over, and driving him to the mat with a flying Diamond Dust!

 

“OH MY GAWD~! Takedown,” screams Axis. “TAKEDOOOOWN!”

 

“No,” screams Suicide King. “This can’t be happening!”

 

Johnny runs to the corner and springs back onto the top rope, leaping off with a frog splash, and changing his body direction in mid-air to land directly on top of him!

 

“Secret Splash,” cries Axis as the referee runs into position to count the pinfall. “This is gonna do it!”

 

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

THREEEEEEEE!

 

 

The timekeeper rings the bell as Funyon lifts the microphone to his lips. “Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of the match, with a final score of three falls to two, The Wildchild, and Jooooohny Daaaaangerooooous!!!!”

 

Suicide King slams his hands against the announce table in disgust. “I hope these two are proud of themselves! Two against one! And the Judge still almost took it all!”

 

“My Gawd, what a main event,” exclaims Axis as the referee raises both victors’ hands into the air. “What a Wrath! For the Suicide King, I’m Axis, wishing you good night from the Joe Louis Arena. We’ll see you next time for more great SJL action!”

 

SJL Logo flashes on the screen as we:

 

FADE OUT

[Guest Suicide King]

O... K...

 

Hmm. Promos that referred to things in matches that didn't happen, and matches that refer to promos that don't exist! Booyah!

 

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