SJL CRIMSON NOVEMBER 29th!

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In outer space, no one can hear you scream...

 

...but this isn't outer-space, and Suicide King's annoyingly screechy voice is louder than a... noise making machine? Yeah, that's it! A noise-making machine!

 

"Ladies, gents, and everything in between! Welcome to SJL CRIMSON!!! I'm Suicide King and with me is--... uh, where's Axis?"

 

An eerie silence ensues, as King's never been left alone to, you know, say stuff that MAKES SENSE before... but he tries his hardest to make up for it.

 

"Well, we have an astounding array of matchups lined up tonight, and... uh... well..."

 

Axis suddenly walks onscreen, and takes a seat next to Suicide, a crow-bar in hand.

 

"Oh Axis, thank goodness your here... I mean, I had it all going fine until they started expecting me to SAY STUFF... and... well, where were you anyway?"

 

"As my semi-slow colleague was saying, welcome all to SJL Crimson! We've got quite the card lined up tonight, as some chick with a really long name goes head to head with a 13-year-old bo--... uh, MVS... then after that, Spike Jenkins tries to fend off the impressive Janus... and after that still, we've got a SCAFFHOLD MATCH between Ejiro Fasaki and Wildchild for the SJL European..."

 

Axis actually pauses to allow King to correct him with "Ejiropean", but the Suicide King is still perplexed.

 

"Seriously, where were you?"

 

"Nevermind that King. But after all of this, we come to our exciting MAIN EVENT, as Judge Mental takes on all-comers, including the Insane Luchadore, Dace Night, Johnny Dangerous, and Fugue, for his SJL WORLD TITLE!"

 

"Say... what's that crowbar for anyway? ...you didn't get locked in a shed again, did you?"

 

Axis's complexion suddenly switches to one of half-embarrasment, half-annoyance.

 

"Shut up King... can we start the show please?"

 

"...You DID, DIDN'T YOU!?"

 

"Start the fucking show."

 

Some pyro goes off, some girls dance, and this baby is on, wheee.

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SJL Crimson Card, Friday November 29th

Arena: The Ervin J. Nutter Center in Dayton, Ohio!

 

 

HARDCORE MATCH

MVS vs. Arianwyn Rivenstone

- The cocky MVS was jumped by a new duo appearing in the JL, the Disciples of Discord. A furious MVS went to CC and demanded this match. We said, “Sure.” But to make sure nothing untoward happens, Arianwyn’s partner is not just banned from ringside, not just banned from the arena, but in fact banned from the STATE of Ohio. So no double-teaming… from the newbie anyway. J

- Match Description: It’s hardcore. Falls count anywhere. No DQs, no countouts.

 

SINGLES MATCH

”Hollywood” Spike Jenkins vs. Janus

- Have fun, Spike. We hear Janus is angry about not being the #1 contender to the European title…

- Match Description: Standard.

 

SCAFFOLD MATCH FOR THE EUROPEAN TITLE

Wildchild vs. Ejiro Fasaki

- Hee hee hee! This will be good!

- Match Description: Umm… it’s a scaffold match. Seems pretty straightforward to me.

 

MAIN EVENT

DOUBLE ELIMINATION BATTLE ROYALE FOR THE WORLD TITLE

Judge Mental vs. Fugue vs. Johnny Dangerous vs. Insane Luchador vs. Dace Night

- This M7 thing has got to stop, and it’s got to stop right now. Let’s see if the Judge can get order in THIS courtroom! Will his stablemate stay loyal with the belt up for grabs? What about perpetual-thorn-in-the-side Dangerous? The ever-unpredictable Insane Luchador? And perhaps most of all, what about the red hot Dace Night, looking to leapfrog right on past the Euro division into the main event?

- Match Description: All five men start in the ring. To be eliminated a person must be thrown over the top rope and have BOTH feet touch the floor. A combatant must be eliminated twice to be out of the match. They will then be escorted to the back by a phalanx of refs. No DQs or countouts, but don’t go nuts.

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BOOM!

 

A pair of bright red pyros shoot up from the stage!

 

BOOM!

 

Another pair of red pyros light up the stage!

 

KA-BBOOOOOOOMMM!

 

The whole stage erupts in red fireworks as the Ervin J. Nutter Arena cheers for the start of SJL Crimson! The camera pans over the Dayton, Ohio, crowd checking over some of the area for some of the better signs and more dedicated fans. One sign in the back held up by a Fugue fanatic says “It’s time for my crescendo!” while another not to far away says “Music of the Night… mares!” with a small picture of Fugue with the Major Chord locked in. Down at ringside, a few Johnny Dangerous fans hold a few signs that complete the phrase “Johnny Dangers the Man! is the” , before they realize their mistake and switch it up a little. And in one of the… odder sights in SJL history, a group of a couple dozen women hold up Suicide King” signs, ranging from “Please come back to me!!” to “Brian, I’ll nag you less this time. I swear!” Axis looks up from his ringside station and asks King as he looks up curiously at the groups of women.

 

“King, who are those women?”

 

“Oh, them? Just some of my ex-girlfriends.”

 

“SOME?! They has got to be around 30 girls up there! You mean-”

 

“Yep.”

 

Axis looks at King with mouth agape, before shaking his head and beginning the show. “Well, tonight is certainly going to be a great night with all the matches we have lined up. We have the stable veteran Mike Van Siclen facing off against the relative newcomer, Arianwyn Rivenstone. King, any pre match predictions?”

 

“MVS as of late has been getting better and better, in my eyes. Arianwyn, on the other hand, reminds me of Kate, one of my old girlfriends…”

 

“Oh, really?” Axis says, turning around, looking at the group of King fans, “Which one is she?”

 

“Wrong way, Axis. That way. See that girl over there with the ‘Brian, you ruined my life when you left me and I’m going to kill you for it!’ sign way in the back? That’s her.”

 

“… I’m guessing she’s in the way back because of the restraining order, correct?”

 

“Yep. But when you get as many girls as I do, you get some psychos. Not everyone can handle not having me around…”

 

“It’s a wonder I’m not doing that after all the time I’ve spent with you.”

 

“Hey, Nimrod, I don’t see you with a fan section. Get back to the matches.”

 

“Yeah, sure, King.” Says Axis, jotting down a note saying ‘Get Kate King’s hotel room’ and goes on. “Well, we have Janus come up against Spike Jenkins. What about that?”

 

“Pfft. Spike with an easy win and an arrogant cover. Faces are bad, Hosses are bad, Face Hosses are horrible, and since he’s Australian he’s lower in my book than Ted Flink.”

 

“Hey, I’m Face Australian Hoss!”

 

“Exactly. Thanks for proving my point, Axis.”

 

Axis grumbles something, but before he can go on the arena lights dim to a deep blue.

 

“HERE WE ARE! Born to be Kings, we’re the Princes of the Universe….”

 

As the electric keyboard notes of small blue pyros shoot up a little, and the crowd watches as the SmarkTron flashes the words “WORLD CHAMPION”, “MAGNIFICENT SEVEN”, and “JUDGE MENTAL” on the screen.

 

“…. Fighting to survive in a war with the darkest powers…”

 

When those lyrics hit, the pictures change to those of a bloody and enraged Wildchild, and angry looking MVS viciously dealing a Van Slamminator to an unsuspecting Judge Mental, and Johnny Dangerous spiking a hapless and innocent Ejiro Fasaki’s head into a turnbuckle. Suddenly, the music changes to a heavier, darker feel, and the arena turns a harsh red. The screen flashes scenes of Mental locking in various submissions, from Camel Clutches and Figure Fours to Dragon Sleepers and STFs. As the lyrics start again, red pyros shoot up from the stage, and as the faux vocals come out from the speakers, a silhouette appears on stage.

 

“I am immortal, I have inside me blood of Kings…”

 

With those words, the silhouette comes into the light, and reveals himself as Judge Mental, wearing his title around his belt and a “Magnificent 7” Shirt on his chest. He walks down the aisle as the fans give him as much heat as they can.

 

“I have no rival, no man can be my equal!”

 

The Judge actually turns for a moment to look at the crowd, something he’s never done in his SJL career during his entrance. He smiles and unhooks his belt, holding it up for all of them to see. He slides into the ring and gets tossed a microphone from Funyon. The music cuts off and the lights go back to normal as the World Champ begins to speak.

 

“I have a very special reason for coming out here tonight.” Mental looks at the fans, a few of which have started a “YOU SUCK!” Chant. He no-sells it, and continues on solemnly. “Only a few days ago, I got a letter from the Commissioner.” The Judge pulls out a piece of paper from the back pocket of his jeans. “Now, being World Champion, I expect to get letters from important people because…. I’m simply more important than talentless, titleless hacks like Johnny Dangerous, or MVS, or Wildchild.” BOOOOOOO. “But this one was much different. Let me read to you what it says.” He pulls out a pair of reading glass from his pocket as Axis begins his speculation.

 

“A letter from the commissioner? Maybe the Commissioner finally got up the nerve to tell the Judge to tone his attitude down and behave.”

 

“‘Dear Mr. Hearford, I’ve been watching you for some time in the Smarks Junior Leagues, showing off your skills and your experience as quite a formidable opponent. Few people can claim to have beaten you, and your 2 Title Reigns have been good ones. But, it is because of your actions that I must put my foot down. No longer can I see someone like you in the Junior Leagues, and I’ve taken immediate actions to rectify this. As of the SJL Crimson on November 29, 2002, you are hereby offically…..

 

 

 

 

 

….FIRED from the SJL.”

 

THE CROWD EXPLODES IN CHEERS! Axis looks on in disbelief as Mental looks down at the mat, a slightly sad look upon his face.

 

“UNBELIEVABLE! MENTAL IS FIRED!”, Shouts a gleeful Axis, “Finally, the JLCC takes some action against his horrid ways! The Magnificent 7 is cut down to 6.” He says to King, who sits back calm as a cucumber with a smug look on his face. “What are you so happy about? The Judge is gone!” King looks over at Axis, with a knowing look, and just says, “He isn’t finished with the letter yet, Axis. Just listen.”

 

“‘After tonight, you will be stripped of your Championship belt, either in the ring on Crimson, or to be stripped away from you afterwards if you win. After that, I you will no longer be allowed to wrestle in the Smarks Junior Leagues again.” Another massive cheer for the anonymous commissioner’s title stripping and banishment of the (Former) World Champion. “After Crimson, you are report immediately to the airport and fly to Austin with the plane tickets enclosed inside the envelope.’”

 

“Huh? Plane tickets? Austin? Something isn’t right….”

 

“‘After that, you are to report to Fort Worth with Andrea Montgomery, and she’ll direct you to where you need to be. And let me be the first to say….’”

 

The Judge pauses, and the sadness on his face turns to a smirk.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Welcome to the Smarks Wrestling Federation.”

 

The crowd is dead silent as Mental gives a boastful smile, Axis begins nearly freaks out.

 

“They bumped Judge Mental! The Magnificent 7 in the SWF gets even MORE powerful!” He yells, but King quiets him down. “Shut up, you are going to miss the best part.”

 

“‘Sincerely, Brian Applewhite, Vice Commissioner of the Smarks Wrestling Federation.’”

 

Axis turns to the King, who gives a joyful little grin. “You bumped him?!”

 

“Of course. What do you think I do up there? Of course, I enjoyed this more than I did when I did it with people like Renegade and…. “ He wretches for a moment. “…Z.”

 

Mental begins to walk out, sliding out of the ring, and “Testify” begins to play as he walks up the entrance ramp. The crowd gives a mixed reaction as what just happened is good for the SJL, but something that definitely ISN’T good for the SWF. Axis watches as Mental leave up the ramp, but he looks over to see the Stage Manager trying to tell him to go to commercial.

 

“OH! Uhmmm…. These are startling revelations, but we now have to go to commercial. We’ll be back with Arianwyn Rivenstone vs. MVS in a few minutes.”

 

Fade to Commercial….

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The smoke from the opening pyro just begins to clear as the fans in Dayton, Ohio cheer. They're all very glad to be here, stuffed from their Thanksgiving dinners and quite jolly in spirit. They good naturedly start up a chant as Funyon steps back into the ring.

 

"Funyon rocks! Funyon rocks! Funyon rocks! Funyon rocks!"

 

"Hah!" Axis exclaims. "I always knew these Ohio people were kooks! The King glares at his commentating partner and warns him, "You'd best watch your mouth. We Dayton residents are the finest America has to offer." Axis retorts, "Yes, with you as the prime example, right?" "Damn, right!" Axis shakes his head and continues with the show. "Up first tonight, one member of the newest dastardly duo in the SJL, the Disciples of Discord, will take on the 'Amazin' Mike Van Siclen in a Hardcore match!"

 

“I shut ‘em down… “

 

The arena lights dim and a blue spotlight finds the ramp. The crowd reacts with a arming boo as LL Cool J’s “Shut ‘Em Down” plays over the speakers. Appearing in the spotlight is Mike Van Siclen. As the brighter light hits his eyes, he winces with a twinge of pain and raises a hand to his head as he moves down the ramp and toward the ring.

 

“The following contest is scheduled for one fall and will be a Hardcore bout! Introducing first, from Harrison, Illinois… weighing in at two hundred and thirty seven pounds… the ‘Amazin’’ Mike Van Siclen!!”

 

The crowd continues to boo, remembering from Wrath how much MVS didn’t care about them. Mike climbs the stairs and into the ring, moving straight to his corner, bouncing and stretching in warm up.

 

“Aww,” King croons. “Poor Mikey has a headache. “Axis nods, “I would too after the attack by Arianwyn Rivenstone on Wrath… “

 

~~ The screen cuts away and shows the ring in the Joe Louis Arena. The Detroit fans are booing as Mike Van Siclen continues to proclaim his intentions to dethrone Judge Mental and strap the Heavyweight Title around his own waist. 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 the 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?" ~~

 

“That was quite an attack,” Axis mentions. King replies, “I’m surprised Van Siclen is even out her to wrestle… and in a Hardcore match to boot!”

 

LL Cool J fades from the arena speakers. The lights remain blackened and a dark, haunting guitar kicks up. Lacuna Coil’s “Aeon” plays as the Smarktron plays the Disciples of Discord trailer, which now shows clips from Arianwyn’s appearance on Wrath within the lightning strikes. Also shown are bits from a dark match that recently took place.

 

Funyon introduces, “And his opponent, from Swords, Ireland… weighing in at one hundred and sixty one pounds… representing the Disciples of Discord… Arianwyn Rivenstone!”

 

Lights under the entrance ramp illuminate, revealing Arianwyn Rivenstone in her black garb, including a long, flowing skirt and elbow length gloves. Red lights slowly come up, covering the booing crowd with a deep bloody hue. With a slow, hungry lick of her lips, Arian begins to make her way to the ring, seemingly gliding down the ramp.

 

“So how was your Thanksgiving, King?” Axis asks as he turns to face his partner. King gives him a sidelong glance and raises his brows. His face then becomes quite serious as he answers, “I was very thankful over the break, Axis. Thankful I got some time away from you.” “Aw, Axis says, “That hurts, King.” The Suicide King nods again, “The truth always hurts.” “Well,” Axis retorts. “A couple of the guys backstage were kind enough to invite me along to their Thanksgiving dinner.” “How kind.”

 

The lights return to their normal luminance as Arianwyn steps into the ring. She pulls off her gloves and tosses them out of the ring. Her skirt is also pulled away, revealing tight black shorts and fishnet stalkings. Mike Van Siclen stares hard at the woman who attacked him just days ago, anxiously awaiting the start of the match. Arian begins pacing in an arch, hopping intermittently. The referee steps out of the way and signals for the bell.

 

* DING DING DING *

 

The two in the ring begin to circle, MVS looking on cold and calculating, while Arianwyn smirks and taunts the ‘Amazin’ One’ with stomps on the mat. Finally, Mike heaves forward with a heavy punch, to which Arian ducks around and drops a kick to the back of MVS’s knee. The significantly taller of the two competitors stumbles forward and to one knee, but is quickly back up and whirls to face Arianwyn. She is already in the air, landing another dropkick onto Van Siclen’s chest. He stumbles further back and into the ropes. Arian advances and hits Mike across the temple with a couple forearms, then grabs him for an Irish whip. Mike reverses, of course, and sends Arianwyn flying. She gets picked up by MVS, but takes him down with a head scissors. Both competitors rush to their feet, Arianwyn a little quicker than Mike, and she attacks with another dropkick. MVS stays down, holding his head.

 

“Some fast paced action to start this match off,” Axis comments. He adds, “Van Siclen remains down… looks like Rivenstone may have clipped him in the head with that last dropkick.” “Either than, Axis,” King says. “Or he’s just staying down to get this match over with. Let’s see, Arianwyn with the cover.”

 

ONE!

 

Mike easily lifts a shoulder. Arian hops to her feet and skips through the ropes, dropping to ringside. She kneels at the apron and lifts the skirt, peering underneath the ring. Mike makes his way to his feet and notices the ruffling skirt. He bends at the waist, resting his elbows on his thighs as he waits for Arianwyn to return.

 

“Arianwyn is down here at ringside, looking for some weapons, I presume,” Axis reports. “Yes,” King adds. “While Can Siclen wastes time in the ring. He’s just standing there with his mouth wide open.” King shouts toward the ring, “Looking to catch some flies?!”

 

Arianwyn finally stands up, a 2x4 resting on her shoulder. MVS bursts into action, making a running dive, feet-first, at Arian. She notes the attack out of the corner of her eye and quickly dodges to one side. She swings the 2x4 around, bringing it down over MVS’s lower back. Mike stiffens with the blow and lets out a pained shout. He slides out of the ring and to the floor. Holding a hand over his back, Mike begins to stand. Arianwyn grabs the 2x4 in both hands, raising it up for a hard shot over Mike’s head. He darts forward and tackles Arian back, driving her into the steel stairs.

 

“And Arianwyn is just sandwiched into those stairs,” King comments. “It doesn’t look like she’s going to pull off this match as planned. Let’s take a quick look so our home viewers can see what took place just hours ago.”

 

~~ The scene is a backstage locker room. Boldened letters read “EARLIER TODAY” in the bottom corner of the shot. A small leather recliner rests in the corner of the room, with a table and a phone just to one side. Arianwyn sits in the chair and she reaches over to dial a long set of numbers. The speakerphone is active, so the conversation is easy to hear.

 

“Good afternoon, Arian,” a female voice answers.

 

Arianwyn answers, “Afternoon, Nocturna. Just wanted to check in and let you know that my match is in a few hours.”

 

“Excellent,” replies Nocturna. “It’s a shame the Junior League officials seem to believe that you need me to succeed in destroying Mike Van Siclen… they won’t know what’s coming to them.”

 

“Agreed, Sister,” says Arian. “Anything before I head out to practice?”

 

A soft sigh can be heard over the speaker. Then, “No. I think you will have things well under control. Just remember to bring that special gift for Van Siclen… it’s in your gym bag.”

 

Arianwyn can be seen smiling. “I’ll be sure to let him know it’s from you.” ~~

 

“As you can see, Arianwyn is very confident in her abilities as a single entity within the Disciples of Discord. She had a bit of an advantage in the beginning, there.” Axis looks at King as the Gambling Man answers him. “Yeah, once again, Mike Van Siclen’s power has overcome the speed and agility of his opponent.” Axis exclaims as MVS pulls off a big move, “Oh! Mike Can Siclen with a snap suplex on that concrete floor, and landing Arianwyn Rivenstone’s back right over that 2x4!”

 

Arianwyn arches up with the pain, whimpering. Mike immediately floats over for the cover.

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

Kick out by Rivenstone. Mike grabs Arian by the hair and pulls her up as he gets to his feet. He positions Arianwyn’s head between his legs, a sadistic look in his eye as he pulls Arian up into a powerbomb position.

 

“Oh, no!” shouts Axis. “Arianwyn is about to get powerbombed, right back onto that 2x4! Mike could break her back!” King comments, “No, she’s fighting back… “

 

Arian throws a couple rights onto Mike’s head. She balances herself, then twists around Van Siclen’s neck as he stumbles forward. Arian throws herself back, taking down MVS with a reversed hurricanrana! The referee moves to both contestants, who are taking their time getting up. Rivenstone gets to her hands and knees, then crawls to the ring apron, disappearing under the ring. Mike gets to his knees and then slowly to his feet. He looks around for Arianwyn, frowning as he can’t find her. At the referee’s urging, MVS climbs back into the ring. He paces a full circle around the ring, then slides back out, also searching under the ring. He brings out a few objects: a chair, a trash can lid, and a Singapore cane. They all get tossed into the ring, and as Mike rolls back in, Arianwyn also slides into the ring. She pops to her feet, twirling a linked chain over her head.

 

“Oh,” King states. “We have plenty of weapons in the ring… and now a standoff between Mike Van Siclen and Arianwyn Rivenstone… I wouldn’t go near her with that chain being whipped about.” “Yes,” Axis agrees. “I’m sure that chain wouldn’t feel too good.”

 

Mike reaches down to pick up the chair. Arianwyn takes a big swing with the chain, which MVS ducks, just barely. Rivenstone backs up again as Van Siclen holds up the chair, using it as a shield. Arian swings the chain again, only to have Mike block the blow. Arianwyn scowls, then swings again at Mike’s head, he blocks, but then she brings the chain around again immediately, at Mike’s legs. He doesn’t anticipate, and the chain wraps around his leg. Arianwyn gives a yank, pulling MVS onto his back. Still holding the chain, Arianwyn darts over Mike, leaping onto the second rope and springboarding off for a quick Lionsault. She moves over for the pin.

 

ONE!

 

Mike kicks out.

 

King comments, “Arianwyn not as effect with that springboard moonsault as I’m sure she would have liked to be. But as Mike Van Siclen sits up… oh! She wraps that steel chain around his neck! Watch him flail! Hah ha!” “That’s not very funny, King!”

 

As Van Siclen desperately tries to pry the chain loose from around his neck, Arianwyn gets to her feet, then plants a booted foot into Mike’s upper back. With the leverage, she pushes and pulls against Mike’s neck. In just a few seconds, his face begins to turn red… then purple.

 

“Arianwyn is going to choke the life out of Mike Van Siclen! Someone help this man!”

 

Arianwyn smiles as Mike struggles. And she tells him, “This one is from Nocturna.”

 

As Mike begins to go limp, the referee finally shoves in, pushing Arianwyn away and breaking the choke. Van Siclen falls forward, coughing lightly and holding his throat. He rolls over onto his back, laying still to recover his energy. His chest rises up and down quickly as he attempts to regain his breath. Arianwyn grabs up the folding chair previously held by MVS. She raises it up and brings it down on Mike. Over and over and over and over. Mike holds up his arms to shield himself, to no avail. Arian throws the chair aside, then climbs outside the ropes, standing on the apron. She raises a hand to the North, shouting something in Gaelic. Then, grabbing the top rope with both hands, she vaults herself up, onto the top rope, then springboards off, doing a reverse somersault onto Mike Van Siclen!

 

“The Bloodlust! Arianwyn just hit the Bloodlust! Beautifully done!” King shouts. Axis adds, “I think Mike Van Siclen is out for the count.”

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THREE!

 

* DING DING DING *

 

Arianwyn jumps up, raising her arms in victory. Lacuna Coil’s “Aeon” plays over the speakers as the crowd boos the winner.

 

“Your winner, by pinfall… Arianwyn Rivenstone!”

 

Arian collects up the chain from the mat, then looks down at Mike. She smiles evilly and starts stomping away at Van Siclen’s head!

 

“She’s not done yet!” King exclaims. He continues, “Arianwyn isn’t satisfied to win, she has to put her opponent through hell!”

 

The referee pushes in and tries to hold Arianwyn away. She grabs him and whips him into the nearest corner. The ref cries out and drops to the mat. The timekeeper desperately rings the bell again.

 

* DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING *

 

Rivenstone swings the chain, laying it across Mike’s back. He arches up with the pain and shouts. Arian lashes him again with the chain. And again. Mike scrambles out of the ring, dropping to the concrete. Referees begin running down the ring, rushing over to MVS. Arianwyn just smiles and saunters out of the ring, heading up the ramp as “Aeon” starts playing again.

 

“What an unnecessary attack by Arianwyn Rivenstone,” Axis says. King shrugs, “Unnecessary? Maybe. But did it accomplish its goal? Yes. The Disciples of Discord are here to cause havoc, and I think they’re off to a good start.”

 

A couple referees help Mike Van Siclen to his feet and the scene cuts to a commercial.

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Music blares through the air as the commercial break ends, and the camera spins around, viewing the fans in their seats, the ring, the stage, and finally back to ringside with the lovable Axis and the heel-ish Suicide King. The two have to shout to be heard over the crowd.

 

Axis: "Welcome back to SJL Crimson! If you just joined us, you've messed one HELL of a matchup!"

 

Suicide King: "A Hardcore match between that annoying Van Siclen and one heck of a nasty bitch of a woman....what's her name?"

 

Axis: "It began with A....Arista....Arisma...oh, I can't remember!"

 

Suicide King: "Neither can I, but hell, seeing that hardcore violence was GREAT!"

 

The two announcers are momentarily silenced as. metal beats of "King of Your Own World" by Smugface plays over the loudspeaker, as gold sparks rise up from under the entrance area. After a pause, the man known as "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins steps out from behind the curtain to a series of boos from the crowd, stepping up into the sparks and standing there. After a pause, the heel wrestler inhales some of the sparks and blows the smoke out of his nose, wreathing his face in it, before he steps through the sparks as they die down. In the ring, Funyon lifts his microphone.

 

Funyon: "The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, hailing from Hollywood California, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds......SPIIIIIIKE JEEEEEEEEENKINS!"

 

Spike walks down the entrance way, looking around the audience as they all boo him. After walking around the ring to the steps, Spike climbs up to the ring apron and walks out to the center of that ring-side, hooking his arms in the top ropes and stretching as he looks out into the crowd.

 

Axis: "Spike is coming off some trouble on Wrath...first interfering in the Elimination Tag match and stopping Dace from pinning the Ripper....and then in his own match with Fugue suffered not only the Harmony but the Code Black!"

 

Suicide King: "Stop focusing on the bad stuff, Axis! Spike was a great wrestler that night! He would've won his match if it wasn't for Dace!"

 

Spike sits himself on the top turnbuckle, staring towards the ramp as the lights go out. The gentle guitar riffs of "As Darkness Falls" fill the arena, continuing for several long moments as a single spotlight focuses on the ramp. Then the gentle riffs fades as the song actually starts....with a voice screaming "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALL RIGHT!" before running into a heavy guitar riff. With the roar of the song, Janus steps out onto the stage, cracking his neck from side to side and walking towards the ring like an ominous machine.

 

Funyon: "And his opposition! Weighing three hundred and fifty pounds, hailing from Sydney, Australia! JAAAAAAAANUS!"

 

Janus' white hair hangs in his face as he climbs up onto the apron, green eyes boring a hole into Spike as he steps over the top rope and into the ring itself. Spike continues to sit on the top turnbuckle for several moments before hopping down and warily stepping towards the center of the ring as the bell rings, lifting his hands as if for a test of strength. Janus has a full foot of height over Spike, and looks down at him bleakly.

 

Axis: "Janus is coming off his first loss back on Wrath, thanks to the interference of Spike."

 

Suicide King: "What did Spike have to do with that!?"

 

Axis: "Janus and Dace would be facing each other next Wrath if Spike hadn't stopped Dace pinning the Ripper!"

 

Suicide King: "Yeaaah right."

 

Janus locks Spike's hands in his own as the two lean forward and grapple with a test of strength. Janus bunches his muscles and makes to heave Spike back, but the smaller man - if six-foot-one could be called small - drives his boot into Janus' gut and snaps the bigger man to the ground with a DDT. He quickly rolls back up and lays the boots into Janus' back, then runs to the ropes and rebounds, going for a Rolling Thunder - but as he flips, Janus rolls aside, and Spike meets nothing but mat, holding his back as Janus sits up and then climbs to his feet - Spike is up moments later.

 

Just in time to meet a huge chop to the chest that sends him reeling. Spike recovers though, and responds with a knife-edged chop of his own, making Janus take a step back. Standing there in the center of the ring, the two exchange knife-edged chops for several moments, and then Spike is sent reeling as the anti-heel machine called Janus sends a fist crashing into his forehead. Captialising on the staggering six footer, Janus lumbers to the ropes, bounces to gain momentum, and floors Spike with a big boot. He then drops to his knees and laterally pins him, hooking a leg.

 

ONE!

 

TW....!

 

Spike kicks out at two, and Janus flicks his head back to get his hair out of his eyes, getting back to his feet and watching Spike for several moments. Grabbing the groggy man's arm, he whips him into the ropes, and when he comes back, lifts him up, spins him, and slams him hard to the ground with a nasty looking whirl sideslam.

 

Axis: "Painful looking whirl sideslam by Janus!"

 

Suicide King: "Bah! Spike's kicked out of worse than that!"

 

Axis: "Has he had it delivered by someone of Janus' size though?"

 

Suicide King: "Shaddup, Axis."

 

Janus lifts Spike back to his feet, but is sent staggering back after Spike rakes his eyes. The six footer drives his foot into Janus' gut, but the bigger man catches it and lifts his head to lock eyes with Spike - just as the standing enzuguri smacks the bigger man in the back of the head, dropping him to his knees. Seeing Janus dazed, Spike climbs the turnbuckle behind the giant as the crowd boos him, and as Janus starts to stand and shake off the enzuguri - the six foot Spike comes flying off the ropes with a missile dropkick to the back of the giant's skull! Janus is knocked flat on his face by the impact, and Spike rolls him over, hooking a leg.

 

Suicide King: "Spike's got him! Count, ref!"

 

ONE!!

TW...

 

Janus benchpresses Spike off his chest, forcing the other man to roll away as Janus sits up, shaking his head to clear the dazedness. The seven footer gets back to his feet, as Spike runs to the ropes and bounces back, springing up and mounting the giant's shoulders for a hurricanrana. Unfortunately for Spike, said move has been used on the giant by cruisers, and although Spike is larger, Janus manages to hold him up in the air. Spike shakes his head defiantly, then screams as Janus abruptly kicks his legs out, drilling Spike to the mat with a sit-down powerbomb. Janus tosses his head back again to get the hair from his eyes, and holds the sit-out position as the referee gets down to see Spike's shoulders.

 

ONE!!

TWO!!

TH...

 

Spike thrusts one arm into the air, and the referee signals that it was only a two count. Still sitting out with Spike between his legs, Janus begins to stand up again, shifting his grip to Spike's legs.

 

Suicide King: "Haha! It'll take more than a sit-down powerbomb to count out Spike Jenkins!"

 

Axis: "How about a high angle spinebuster or chokeslam?"

 

Suicide King: "Nope! Spike is too tough to let those bother him!"

 

Janus is now on his feet, with Spike hanging by his legs in the position for a catapult. As he lifts Spike, his body shielded by the six-footer, the referee doesn't see Spike drill the giant between the legs with a low blow. Janus drops Spike right on his head, and leans in the turnbuckle, trying to recover as Spike gets his own breath back. Seeing Janus hunched in the corner, Spike races forward, flipping over and starting a series of handspring flips towards the corner.

 

Suicide King: "Here comes the Tidal Wave!"

 

Axis: "Or...not!"

 

Suicide King: "What the!?"

 

The Suicide King's exclamation is well founded, as Janus steps out of the corner in between handsprings and locks Spike up in a full nelson. The crowd cheers as Janus cinches in the submission hold, and then abruptly lifts Spike up and over, planting him right on his head with a full-nelson suplex, bridging his body for the pin attempt. Unfortunately, the proximity to the turnbuckles allows Spike's legs to touch the ropes, thus negating the pin attempt and prompting the referee to call for the break.

 

Janus gets up, dragging Spike with him, and again whips the six-footer into the ropes. Leaping in mid-run, Spike plants his feet on the second rope, and springboards back in a flying crossbody - that Janus catches in midleap, hoisting Spike high above his head in a gorilla press. Spike yells out something incoherent at being hoisted so high up, and then crashes into the mat as Janus slams him down, completing the move.

 

Suicide King: "Come on, Spike! Get up! GET UP!"

 

Axis: "That <i>had</i> to hurt.

 

Janus drops to his knees, apparently considering whether to go for the cover or not. Grabbing Spike by his dirty blonde hair, he locks a meaty hand around the six-footer's throat - he lifts his other arm into the air as if to signal for victory, and the crowd roars in approval as he begins to hoist Spike up in preparation for a chokeslam. Before he can lift him, however, Spike rakes the giant's eyes, forcing him to let go. Janus stumbles, holding his face as he tries to recover from the rake. While he holds his eyes, he doesn't see Spike run in for a boot to the gut, doubling the bigger man over. Spike then plants a hand on Janus' back, waves to the booing crowd, and flattens the bigger man to the mat with a rocker dropper!

 

Suicide King: "A rocker dropper! Go for the pin! GO FOR THE PIN!"

 

Axis: "Calm down, King, before you have a coronary or something!"

 

Suicide King: "Watch your mouth or I'll give YOU a coronary, Axis!"

 

Spike rolls Janus over and goes for the pin attempt, hooking the big man's leg and a bunch of tights out of the referee's line of sight. The crowd boos this, and the Suicide King merely laughs in the background as the referee slides into position to make sure Janus' shoulders are down.

 

ONE!!

TWO!!

THR...

 

Janus thrusts one great arm off the canvas, causing the crowd to cheer excitedly. He sits up, then gets up on one knee in order to assess his condition. Spike doesn't wait, however, and runs for the ropes. Bouncing back, he plants one foot on Janus' knee and swings his other leg around for a powerful kick - and Janus lowers his head, the Dangerous Wizard missing by mere inches! Spike totters and falls flat on his rump, off balance because of his miss, as Janus rises to his full height and stares down at the sitting Spike. The sitting six-footer lifts his hands and shakes his head, as if warding the bigger man off.

 

Axis: "Spike doesn't want any more of Janus right now!"

 

Suicide King: "Nonsense! It's strategy!"

 

Axis: "Spike is telling Janus to back off and stop hurting him. Wait..."

 

Apparently showing some small measure of concern, Janus backs off from Spike as the referee crouches to check on the six footer. Janus turns away and lifts his arms to the crowd as they cheer him on - with the giant's back turned, Spike pushes the referee out of the way and runs up behind the giant, dropping to his knees and low-blowing Janus yet again. The referee, too busy to recover, doesn't see it and only gets up as Spike reaches up, grabs the giant's head, and drives him down to the mat with a reverse DDT.

 

Axis: "Cheap shot by Spike! He nailed Janus below the belt!"

 

Suicide King: "It's called great strategy, Axis!"

 

Spike climbs up to the turnbuckle and lifts his arms to play to the crowd as they boo him. He shifts so he's facing the downed Janus, and springs into the air, spinning around and coming down on Janus' neck with the 450 Legdrop! He rolls away afterwards, clutching at where his rump and ankle hit the canvas, unable to capitalise. Janus sprawls on the ground, hands at his throat as he gasps for air, showing that he's not as invulnerable as he appears to be. The referee, seeing both men on the ground, finally starts the ten count.

 

ONE!!

 

Janus is flat on the canvas, and Spike is still rolling around holding his leg.

 

TWO!!

 

Janus rubs his throat, and slowly starts to sit up.

 

THREE!!

 

Spike has gotten over the pain in his leg, and uses the turnbuckle opposite the one Janus is at to help himself up.

 

FOUR!!

 

Janus finishes sitting up, and uses the turnbuckle to climb up as well. The referee stops the count before five, seeing both men are now on their feet, resting in the turnbuckles as they stare at each other.

 

Axis: "Spike hasn't had a chance to go for his usual submission spots with Janus' outpowering him at almost every turn."

 

Suicide King: "That's why Spike is smart! He uses strategy to defeat the giant lunkhead!"

 

Axis (sounding sarcastic): "Like hitting him in the groin and raking his eyes?"

 

With Janus slumped in the turnbuckle, Spike lurches forward, flipping into another series of handsprings as he once more attempts to execute the Tidal Wave. As he begins to handspring, coming up onto his hands, Janus comes roaring out of the corner, his huge boot driving straight into the upside down Spike's back. The move crumples him like a ragdoll and sending him rolling out of the ring and onto the floor, yelling and clutching his back. Janus leans on the ropes, then stands on the apron, looking down at the crumpled Spike, apparently considering something. Deciding to apparently not do whatever he was thinking about, Janus drops from the apron and onto the floor, and lifts the groggy Spike to his feet.

 

ONE!!

 

Janus grabs Spike by the arm and attempts to whip him into the stairs, but...

 

TWO!!

 

Spike reverses the move and sends Janus crashing into the stairs knees first, causing the giant to drop to his knees.

 

THREE!!

 

Spike gets up on the apron, watching Janus hunker on the ground, then slowly start to get up and turn around.

 

FOUR!!

 

Spike leaps onto the ropes and springboards off in a cross-body attempt! Janus catches him over his shoulder, however....

 

FIVE!!

 

Spike yells as the giant keeps his grip, and then abruptly kneels, smashing Spike's shoulder into one of his knees with a painful looking shoulder breaker. Still retaining his grip, Janus stands...and then drops Spike into another shoulder breaker, then lets him drop to the ground.

 

SIX!!

 

Janus rolls into the ring, sprawling on the ground for several moments as Spike struggles to his feet, holding his shoulder - the arm is limp, the pain in Spike's shoulder is that bad.

 

SEVEN!!

 

Spike pulls himself up onto the apron as Janus gets back to his feet and awaits. Spike climbs back in the ring, trying to massage some feeling back into his shoulder, resting against the turnbuckle. Janus crouches slightly, ascertaining Spike's positioning.

 

Axis: "Janus looks like he may be setting up for some sort of running move....the big boot or that nasty Gore-like tackle...."

 

Suicide King: "Spike will get out of the way. He wouldn't lose to a giant like this."

 

Janus roars in towards Spike, preparing to crush the six footer into the turnbuckle with a Gore - but true to the Suicide King's words, there's nobody home! Spike slides out of the way and Janus posts his shoulder into the turnbuckle, then straightens, staggering and holding his shoulder as Spike sees an opportunity and runs to the ropes, springboarding off them once more, executing a back kick straight into Janus' chest, causing the big man to waver and stagger on his feet, off balance. Spike holds his shoulder a moment, measuring up the larger man, and then faces him side on and drills him in the jaw with a superkick! Janus thuds to the mat like a great sack of meal, and Spike goes for the cover.

 

Suicide King: "Look at that! The springboard back kick straight into one HELL of a superkick! There's no way Janus will kick out of that!"

 

Axis: "We'll have to see, King....Janus is one tough competitor..."

 

The referee, seeing Spike has Janus on the mat, slides down to check the giant's shoulders. In this position, he can't see that they're next to the ropes, and more precisely, can't see that Spike has his legs on the ropes for added leverage in pinning Janus.

 

Axis: "Wait a minute, ref! Spike's got his legs on the ropes!"

 

Suicide King: "Shut up, you Aussie prick! Spike has to have this won!"

 

ONE!!

TWO!!

THRE...

 

But wait! Even with Spike using the ropes for leverage, Janus manages to thrust one great arm off the canvas, breaking the count to a roar of approval from the crowd. Spike rolls off Janus, thumping his hands on the ground almost like he's going to have a tantrum - then, as Janus sprawls in the ring and regains his senses....

 

Axis: "Wait...Spike's coming out of the ring...."

 

Suicide King: "Obviously he's got a strategy, Axis."

 

Axis: "Hang on....THAT isn't a strategy!"

 

Axis' comment is well founded, as Spike has grabbed a pair of chairs from the timekeeper, and slides one into the ring. The referee spots it and picks it up, not seeing Spike roll into the ring with the second chair as Janus rises groggily to his feet. WIth the referee's back turned, the six footer rushes at his taller opponent and swings the chair - Janus evades by slamming one meaty fist into the chair, blocking the first blow. The giant holds his hand after the move, and Spike pauses, then throws the chair at him. Reflexively, Janus catches it, and Spike leaps up, drilling the chair into Janus' face!

 

Axis: "BAH GAWD! BAH GAWD! HE JUST BROKE JANUS' NOSE!"

 

Suicide King: "And that's not just the name of the move he just did, Axis! Bahahahahah!!"

 

Janus falls to the ground with a loud thud, the chair next to him. Blood is running a gash on his forehead, and from his nose. It's hard to tell if his nose is actually broken, however. The crowd boos as Spike sees the giant flattened on the ground, and goes up to the top rope, pausing to lap up the boos from the crowd as he positions himself for one of his finishers.The referee moves the second chair out of the ring, seeing Janus bleeding but unable to stop the match because he didn't see Spike use the chair. Finally, content with his posing, Spike flies off the top turnbuckle, smashing his body into Janus with the Ratings Grabber, bouncing off Janus' body after the move and rolling around holding his ribs.

 

Suicide King: "Ratings Grabber! He just has to cover Janus and this will be it!"

 

Axis: "Damn! With that chair shot and the Ratings Grabber, you may very well be right!"

 

Suicide King: "Chair shot!? I didn't see any chair shot!"

 

Axis: "Are you blind!?"

 

Suicide King: "No, are you stupid!?"

 

Finally ceasing his rolling about, Spike crawls over to Janus and drapes an arm over him in a pin. The crowd is booing as the referee once more slides into position.

 

ONE!!

TWO!!

THRE....

 

The crowd lets out a roar of approval as Janus' leg moves to place itself on the ropes, breaking the count. Spike rolls off Janus again, slapping the ground with his hands and getting in the referee's face, disputing the count. The referee, Matthew Kivell, takes no nonsense from Spike and shakes his head, signalling that Janus broke the hold by getting his leg on the ropes. Irritatedly, Spike drops down on to Janus again, hooking the big leg this time.

 

ONE!!

TWO!!

THRE...

 

This time, the giant gets his other leg on the ropes and again Kivell is forced to break the count, much to Spike's chagrin. The man from Hollywood rolls off Janus and gets to his feet, motioning for Janus to get up, talking smack as the bloody-masked giant slowly sits up, and then gets back to his feet, turning around as Spike hooks one arm and puts Janus in position for The Highlighter! However, Janus drives his massive elbow into Spike's head, stopping the move, and locking one hand around Spike's throat. Before the six-footer can stop him, Janus hoists him off the ground <i>with one arm</i> and smashes him into the canvas with a devastating chokeslam.

 

Axis: "Janus kicks out of two pin attempts, and then evades The Highlighter, countering it into a monsterous chokeslam!"

 

Suicide King: "NO! Spike had this match won, dammit! Janus is cheating!!"

 

Axis: "How is <i>Janus</i> cheating, King?"

 

Suicide King: "By not staying down after that chair shot, of course!"

 

Axis: "I thought you said you didn't see any chair shot..."

 

Suicide King: "Shut up, Axis."

 

Janus crouches over Spike, grabbing him by the hair and beginning to drag him to his feet. Once again, shielded by the referee, Spike drills his hand into the giant's groin, causing Janus to let him go and drop to his knee. Seeing he's in position again, Spike runs to the ropes, bounces back, and springs up onto Janus' knee, swinging a leg around and connecting with the back of Janus' head, snapping it forward and down - Janus' head hangs almost limply, looking at the ground.

 

Axis: "OW! DANGEROUS WIZARD!"

 

Suicide King: "Yes! YES! That Has to be it! No way can the giant take that move!"

 

Spike jumps back, waiting for Janus to collapse. But amazingly, he doesn't - slowly, the giant lifts his head to just Stare at Spike through green eyes masked with the crimson that stains his face. Spike sees the facial expression and backs away, suddenly afraid, as Janus slowly raises back to his feet and cracks his neck from side to side. The crowd is hushed, unsure how to take this revelation. Janus just stands there for a long moment, prompting Spike to run to the ropes and springboard off them for a back kick - Janus catches him in a full nelson before he can kick back, and then slams Spike's tailbone into the ground with a full nelson drop. Apparently unfazed, the giant stands upright as Spike clutches his tailbone.

 

Axis: "Amazing! Janus takes the Dangerous Wizard without even falling over, and now look at him and Spike! Catching the six footer in mid-air, Janus just smashed his tailbone with a full nelson drop, and is right back up!"

 

Suicide King: "This can't happen! Spike is supposed to win this match!"

 

Axis: "Not according to the bloody-faced giant, King!"

 

As Spike gets back to his feet, clutching his tailbone, Janus whips him into the ropes. Spike comes back stumbling, and Janus hoists him into the air and smashes his back into the canvas with a high angle spinebuster. However, the giant doesn't go for the pin, lifting Spike and whipping him into the ropes again, and creaming him with a SECOND high angle spinebuster. As Spike writhes on the ground, clutching his back, Janus watches impassively, then leaps into the air, aiming to sandwich Spike with a mighty legdrop - that misses as the six footer, on sheer survival instincts, rolls aside. Janus shudders as he hits the canvas, and starts getting back up when Spike does. The six footer bounces off the ropes and ducks a big boot attempt, bouncing back and leaping to nail Janus with a phantom neckbreaker, rolling him over for a pin attempt!

 

ONE!

TWO!!

 

 

To the crowd's delight and Spike's horror, Janus powers Spike straight off him after taking the neckbreaker, and rises to his feet like some grim avatar of justice. Spike is quickly to his feet as well, lays several knife-edged chops into the giant's chest, that Janus takes without flinching, then grabs Spike's arms and whips him into the ropes. When he comes back this time, however, he finds a great shoulder driven into his ribcage as Janus crashes into him with a Gore, sending him rolling towards the turnbuckles.

 

Suicide King: "Spiiiike! Someone get that giant off of him!"

 

Axis: "Janus is getting some retribution here, King! Mad at losing to a heel on Wrath, there's no way he's going to lose to one now!"

 

Suicide King: "Come on Spike! Get up! GET UP!"

 

Spike does indeed start getting up, hunched over in the turnbuckles - before he can catch his breath, Janus stalks in and snaps Spike's head to the side with an almighty punch, and then starts dragging the six-footer with him as he climbs the turnbuckle, a smile that could only be described as 'satisfied' spreading on his bloody face. As he perches on the top turnbuckle and starts shifting Spike to the belly-to-belly position, the crowd begins to chant.

 

"Darkness Falls!"

"Darkness Falls!"

"Darkness Falls!"

 

Spike wriggles in Janus' grip, but the giant doesn't give him time like he gave Jack in his previous match - before Spike can do anything to counter the belly-to-belly position, Janus lifts off from the turnbuckles, almost in slow motion, and Spike can be heard screaming - whether in fear or anger is uncertain - all the way to the mat. When he hits, he crumples to the ground as Janus successfully nails the Darkness Falls. Flipping his head back to get the hair out of his bloody face, Janus crosses Spike's arms over his chest and pins him in the traditional 'darkness pin' as the referee slides into position.

 

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

 

*DINGDINGDING*

 

Janus rises to his feet, raising his arms as Funyon gets on the microphone.

 

"Ladies and gentlemen.....the winner of this bout, by pinfall......JAAAAAAAANUS!"

 

The giant's themesong starts up as he looks down at the broken Spike, and then he walks to the ropes, motioning for a microphone. Once he retrieves one, he steps into the center of the ring and lifts it to his lips, his music fading out for a moment.

 

"What happened to Spike...is going to happen to any heel in the SJL that I get my hands on. I fear nothing, and no one. Consider yourselves warned."

 

His music starts up again as he drops the microphone, climbing out of the ring, his face still bloody crimson as he stalks to the back.

[Guest 5_moves_of_doom]

Fireworks again fly into the air as we come back from commercial. The camera pans around the arena to pick up such homemade signs from the assembled masses of Dayton fans. Such works of brilliance as “Dace This Lettuce for Me,” “I’m Going Fugue You Up” and “Ejiro: Land Here” on a big target grace the television screen. Finally through with that little adventure, the camera pans back to the people you came to see. The Martin and Lewis of this generation, The Suicide King and Axis.

 

“And welcome back another terrific edition of SJL Crimson, and what a night it has already been thus far!” yells out Axis, “This has just been an outstanding night from top to bottom. And talking about going from top to bottom, this next encounter is based all around that idea. As finally, Ejiro Fasaki defends his European Title against WildChild, one on one, in a scaffold match!”

 

“And Fasaki has made a promise to everyone in The Magnificent Seven that tonight he is going to permanently end all those crazy antics by the WildChild. And nothing is quite as permanent as tossing a guy off a 20 foot high scaffold,” adds The Suicide King. “Look at that sucker, I was pitching watermelons off it before the show. Boy, was that great!”

 

“Especially when you dropped one on me?” asks Axis with murder in his voice.

 

“Hey, that was not my fault,” The King says sorrowfully, “I didn’t have anything heavier to drop that might have killed you.”

 

“Let’s go to Funyon with the ring introductions before I get violent.”

 

The man with the microphone steps directly underneath the scaffolding as the fans cheer in anticipation of what is sure to have someone top the Best of Backyard Wrestling video series. The silken voice of Funyon strokes the arena as he begins to speak.

 

“Ladies and Gentlemen, this next match is the SCAFFOLD match and is for The SJL European Championship. The rules are simple, in order to win this contest; one wrestler must force the other off of the scaffold and to the ring below.... Introoooducing.... The challenger!”

 

The Dayton Ohio crowd roars its approval as The Smashing Pumpkins’ “Everlasting Gaze” begins to play over the sound system. Breaking through the curtain pops The WildChild as the cheers only intensify at the sight of one of the crowd’s favorite entertainers.

 

“Explain to me how this guy is popular again? He’s just a shoeless hobo anyway. I’m surprised he’s not carrying one of those little knapsacks over his shoulder,” scoffs King.

 

“Oh come off it, King. WildChild is a fine young man and for you to compare him with a homeless individual is a disgrace to both of them,” chides Axis.

 

“So, WildChild is so bad, he disgraces bums? Wow Axis, and I thought you liked the guy.”

 

Making his way down to ringside, WildChild leaps from the arena floor into the ring, somersaulting through the middle and bottom ropes before climbing up to the middle turnbuckle and raises his arms to the mass of humanity that loves him... but in a manly way.

 

Funyon calls through the din, “He weighs in at 217 pounds and hails from The Bahamas, he is the high flyer with the fire, The WILLLLLLLDCHILLLLLLLD! And his opponent...”

 

The jovial nature of the proceeding take a radical shift as “Sellout” begins to play from the outer reaches of the Nutter Center. Stepping through the entranceway, Ejiro Fasaki lifts both arms high into the air and a hot wave of hate slaps him right in the face. Smiling at the reaction, Ejiro struts all the way down the aisle way enjoying every bit of the reaction his mere presence nets from the fans. Dressed in his Magnificent Seven Jersey, Ejiro steps up to the ring apron and onto the middle ropes, awaiting his introduction. Good thing Funyon is only too happy to provide it.

 

“He is a card carrying member of The Magnificent Seven. He is The SJL Ejiropean Champion and would like to have it known that the United States Army totally lost in Vietnam. He is... EJIRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOO FASAKIIIIIIIII!”

 

Stepping up to the middle rope, Ejiro raises his European Title belt high in the air as pyrotechnics blast from the ring posts. Smiling, Ejiro hops off the ropes and into the middle of the ring. Pulling the jersey over his head, Ejiro tosses it over the top rope as Funyon takes the golden belt over to the timekeeper.

 

Axis speaks, “You fans might notice that there is no referee out here to officiate this match. Quite frankly, these two guys won’t need one anyway, we will all know when this match ends, won’t we King?”

 

“When someone cough-WildChild-cough goes plummeting to his doom! And I even wore a parka tonight so I wouldn’t get any splatter on me. This is just like going to see Gallagher and to a lesser extent, Gallagher II!”

 

Stepping nose to nose, both men look deep into each other’s eyes. Both have that spark of hate burning deep within their souls for each other. WildChild begins to jog in place, getting his adrenaline pumping and his heart rate moving. Ejiro motions towards the sky, and pantomimes a bomb dropping from the sky (complete with the little whistle and “BECASH” sound effect). Smiling broadly at his opponent, Ejiro continues to deliver a viscous bad mouth, until WildChild simply makes Ejiro’s mouth feel bad.

 

“WildChild just punched Ejiro right in the teeth! And boy is he living out the dream of a whole lot of people around the world.”

 

“But, but the match shouldn’t start in the ring! WildChild is cheating in a match with only one rule, how is that even possible,” whines a shaken but not stirred Suicide King.

 

WildChild slams another hard fist into the face of Ejiro. BAM! Rocking the European champion back on his heels, WildChild shoves Fasaki back against the ropes and sends him across the ring with an Irish whip. Leaping high into the air, WildChild catches Ejiro across the face with a hard elbow to the sternum, sending Fasaki right down to the canvas in a stuttering heap of humanity. Hopping up to his feet, WildChild awaits Fasaki’s return to his feet simply so he might send Ejiro back down to the canvas with a hip toss takeover. Ejiro quickly tries to regain his vertical base but only gets taken over once again with the hip lock. WildChild collects Ejiro off the canvas and sends him into the ropes again for momentum. Sticking out his arm, WildChild again tries to send Fasaki over his the hip toss, but Ejiro throws his legs wide and refuses to go over the top again. Turning quickly, Ejiro buries a quick knee into WildChild’s breadbasket, doubling the man from the Bahamas over at the waist. Ejiro quickly grabs a hold of WildChild around both arms and lifts him skyward!

 

“Could this be the ‘Ejirocation’ already?” yells Axis above the din of the rabid crowd.

 

But NO! WildChild manages to swing his legs up and around Ejiro’s neck. Quickly bending backward, WildChild tries to drive the top of Ejiro’s head into the canvas with a frankensteiner! But Ejiro manages to tuck his head in deep and uses all of WildChild’s momentum to roll him all the way over with a sunset flip. But since pin falls mean precisely jack in this match, Ejiro quickly gets his feet underneath him while continuing to hold onto WildChild’s legs. Pulling up with all of his might, Ejiro jerks WildChild clear off the canvas and drives him deep into the mat with a powerbomb!

 

“What a move by your Ejiropean Champion! He cannot be stopped by anyone, Axis, much less by someone like WildChild,” shouts King in support of that awesome sequence.

 

Running against towards the ropes, Ejiro hops up to the middle cable before propelling himself backward and landing right across WildChild’s stunned form with the lionsault. Crushing WildChild underneath all of his weight, Fasaki quickly gets back to his feet and points down directly at WildChild’s limp carcass. Kicking away at his fallen adversary, Ejiro shares some choice words with his arch nemesis. Pulling WildChild up and setting him up for a suplex, Axis calls from the announce booth.

 

“This might be that deadly orange crush powerbomb that Ejiro uses on occasion. I tell you what King, neither guy is holding a thing back and they aren’t even on the scaffold yet! What will these two do when their lives are literally on the line twenty feet in the air?”

 

“Neither guy is thinking in there, Axis. They hate each other so much that they want to punish each other with the worst moves they can think of as soon as possible, Strategy has given way to hatred, and boy do I love it!”

 

Lifting WildChild high into the air, Fasaki holds him upside down for a few moments letting the blood flow all the way down into WildChild’s head. But Fasaki holds on for a moment too long and WildChild begins to flail widely with his legs. Falling behind Ejiro, WildChild quickly grabs Ejiro from behind in a double chicken wing. Ducking low, WildChild brings a screaming Fasaki off the canvas!

 

“Ohhh nooo! Not like this! Not like this!” screams King in horror as he sees what is to become of the Ejiropean Champion.

 

“WILD RIDE!” shouts Axis triumphantly as WildChild falls down to his back, driving Fasaki down on top of his head, folding Ejiro in half and causing his body to break in a series of horrifying convulsions. Getting up to his feet, WildChild wags a finger into the air. Shaking his head, WildChild claws at the air and brings his hands back toward his chest as the fans erupt. WildChild pulls a limp Ejiro Fasaki off the canvas and hooks on another double chicken wing!

 

“He wouldn’t!” screams King in protest.

 

“He would! He would! This is for the beer mug! This is for the flintlock pistol! This is for all the interference! WildChild is going to get all the revenge he always wanted!”

 

Again, WildChild scoops Fasaki high into the air. Walking around the ring with a limp Ejiro across his shoulders, WildChild finds the perfect spot before again dumping Fasaki strait down on his head with a second Wild Ride! Fasaki flops about the ring like a flounder until he comes to a stop, lying flat on his back without a prayer of getting to his feet anytime soon.

 

Axis calls out, “And this match would be certainly over if there were pin falls involved, but these guys have yet to even get up on that scaffold, King. So one has to wonder how WildChild is going to get a unconscious European Champion up there.”

 

WildChild walks about the ring with his hands on his hips. Looking from side to side, WildChild elicits the strongest of cheers merely by looking up into the air. Looking at Ejiro one last time, WildChild makes his way out of the ring and starts the long climb up the scaffold!

 

King yells into his headset, “Now what good is that going to do, Axis? By climbing up there and waiting on Fasaki, WildChild is going to give Fasaki as much time as he wants to recover. What a waste of two big Wild Rides.”

 

“Oh ... HOLY MOTHER OF GOD! WildChild isn’t going to wait on Fasaki to get up the scaffold! He’s going to come down and get him, the fastest way possible!”

 

Stepping out to the middle of the walkway high above the ring, WildChild looks strait down at his opponent as the fans all collectively rise to their feet! Looking back up, WildChild meets the eyes of the fans in the second level with a blank expression on his face. For just a moment, WildChild smiles before slowly raising his arms into the sky in the sign of...

 

“THE SUPERFLY! WildChild is going to step into the same league as Jimmy Snuka and Mick Foley! He is going to take an impossible chance and make history right before our eyes!” roars Axis as his voice begins to crack under the pressure.

 

Stepping up to the very edge, WildChild says a little prayer before leaping out into the vast unknown of open air. Spinning and falling and spinning and falling.... WildChild finally lands... and the crowd screams as...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“WILDCHILD CRUSHES FASAKI FROM THE SCAFFOLD! FUCK YOU JOEY STYLES! OHHHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYYYYYY GAWDDDDDDDDDD~!” absolutely screeches Axis at the top of his lungs.

 

Breathlessly, King mutters, “Fans, I don’t know how describe what just happened. WildChild didn’t hit Ejiro with a 450o splash from the scaffold. He did two complete revolutions! That’s 217 pounds doing a complete 900o flip from 20 feet in the air and landing on top of another man... I cannot imagine what that must feel like. Their insides must be paste right now.”

 

“Take a look at this bird’s eye replay of that move King from high in the Nutter Center,” adds Axis as the SmarkTron screen displays the outstanding height and power unleashed with that splash. “That fans, is just about the most unbelievable thing I have ever seen in all my years of broadcasting.”

 

And The Suicide King cannot be more correct as both men scramble around the mat while holding their chests in pain. Desperately trying to draw some semblance of breath, WildChild pulls himself into a corner and rolls into a semi-fetal position. While on the mat, Ejiro Fasaki lays on his chest as thick dark blood begins to seep out of his mouth as a sign of some sort of internal bleeding. WildChild reaches up for the ropes and attempts to pull himself up and off the canvas but the pain of his ribs drop him back down to the canvas in a lump. While at the same time Fasaki simply tries to drag himself out of the ring and top the safety of the arena floor. Landing on the hard concrete with his knees and elbows, Fasaki leans against the ring post and tries to collect some sort of feeling in his numb body as blood continues to dribble from his mouth. Slowly, painfully, WildChild finally drags himself off the mat and stumbles back towards the center of the ring as his eyes dart around the arena, trying to get a bead on Ejiro Fasaki.

 

“I cannot believe WildChild is up on his feet, King. I thought we would have to get both of these guys medical treatment right away, but I think WildChild still wants some of Fasaki.”

 

“Someone needs to get WildChild out of here, he’s going to kill Fasaki if someone doesn’t end this right now.”

 

Stumbling over to the ropes, WildChild leans across the cables with his head down, still trying to shake off some of the cobwebs as Ejiro finally gets to his feet on the arena floor. Grabbing the ropes, WildChild slings himself over the top rope and uses the outside of the middle cable to propel his body backward with an Asai moonsault! Catching Ejiro unawares, WildChild’s legs come down strait across Ejiro’s head and sends him back down to the floor from whence he came... but WildChild isn’t even that lucky. As his chest makes a hard connection with the arena floor!

 

“Oh man, King. WildChild did catch Ejiro partially with that moonsault but WildChild wasn’t able to get any body-to-body contact and got wiped out on the floor! Further damaging what seriously has to be some shattered ribs.”

 

Again both wrestlers lie together in a litany of pain, blues, and agony. Desperately trying to find some way to get up and somehow win this encounter. Slowly, Fasaki makes his way up using the guardrail for support as WildChild tries to do the same. Getting up to his haunches, Ejiro lies in wait as WildChild climbs up using the ring’s curtain to drag his body up. Finally up but facing away from his opponent, WildChild falls prey to a running knee to the kidney area that not only causes pain at the point of impact but also sends WildChild right into the side of the ring, chest first. The man from the Bahamas crashes right back down to the floor as Ejiro continues to try and get some of his wind back.

 

“Now you’re going to see the difference between Ejiro Fasaki and WildChild, Axis.” Notes King, “When WildChild had Ejiro in trouble, he kept going back to the high risk offense that hurt him as it was doing damage to Ejiro. But now that Ejiro has the advantage, he’s going to slowly and methodically wear WildChild down and win this thing.”

 

Taking WildChild by the hair, Ejiro stands his challenger strait up so it is an easy matter to ram a shoulder directly into WildChild’s breadbasket and drive him backward again strait into the side of the ring. WildChild arches his back in pain and holds on to his ribs as tightly as possible in order to hold his body together as he falls back down to his knees. Grabbing WildChild by the hair again, Ejiro pulls his challenger up by the hair and drags him off towards the scaffold. Taking WildChild, Ejiro slams his opponent’s head right into the side of the metallic structure with as much force as he can muster. Pulling back on WildChild’s head again, Ejiro exhaustedly drives it into the side of the scaffolding again. Then, holding WildChild’s head against the steel bars, Ejiro throws a series of quick elbows into the back of WildChild’s head.

 

“Ugh, this is just hard to even look at King. These two men seem ready to sink to any depths to win this thing,” says the play-by-play man.

 

“That’s where you’re wrong Axis,” corrects King. “These guys aren’t trying to win anything. Neither man has made an effort to get up that scaffold for the purpose of winning the match. All they want to do is hurt each other. This ... is a career shortening match if I have ever seen one.”

 

BAM! BAM! BAM! Goes Fasaki’s elbow against the back of WildChild’s skull, making a dull wet pulping sound as WildChild’s face is continually driven right into the side of the scaffolding. Taking WildChild by the hair, Ejiro finally starts to ascend up the side of the scaffolding. With Ejiro locked on to his head, WildChild has no choice but to follow his opponent up the side. Getting about half way up the side, Ejiro takes a moment to drag WildChild up on even footing before trying to climb any higher on the scaffold. This proves to be a mistake.

 

“WildChild just buried his right hand into Ejiro’s face! And boy does that turn the tide!” shouts Axis.

 

“Getting the initial advantage once both guys are on the top is so important. I can’t blame them for fighting so hard to avoid being in danger as soon as they get up there.”

 

Indeed another punch to the mouth sends Ejiro rocking back from his dangerous perch on the side of the towering structure. But Fasaki answers back with a hard elbow across the bridge of WildChild’s nose. Back and forth they go scrapping for every inch they can get as they stand perilously close to taking yet another dangerous spill to the floor that won’t bring the match any closer to an end. Finally gaining an advantage, Ejiro Fasaki grabs WildChild by the top of the head and throws three hard, uncontested elbows to the head. Pausing to get a breath, though, Ejiro falls prey to the most basic of moves.

 

“WildChild kicks Fasaki low! Ouch! Ohhh OUCH again!”

 

As Fasaki falls strait down, landing with his groin across a cross section of the scaffold! WildChild takes a quick look at Ejiro before grabbing a tight hold on the side of the scaffold. WildChild hops into the air and holding onto the scaffolding with a death grip, whips himself around. Completing the swing, WildChild drives his feet square across the face of Ejiro Fasaki, sending the European champion flying to the floor again, this time with the deadly, swinging Chiclets buster!

 

“What a move! That kick sent Ejiro bouncing right off the side of that structure... And it looks like WildChild is going to the top of the scaffold again, King!”

 

“But this time, it doesn’t look as though he is any mood to try another dive off of it. Looks like WildChild wants to finally take this match to the next level,” states King.

 

And The Suicide King is absolutely correct as WildChild lies down across the top of the scaffolding platform. Sucking in as much oxygen as his battered ribs can pull into his lungs, WildChild tries as hard as he can to recover while he waits for Ejiro to make his eventual way to the top. Dragging himself off the floor, Fasaki staggers about for a moment and stumbles back into the guardrail. Looking about him, trying to find his opponent, Ejiro finally notices the fallen form of WildChild, already twenty feet in the air. Cursing to himself, Fasaki staggers over to the side scaffolding and tries to pull himself up to where WildChild has already arrived.

 

“And this is what he talked about earlier tonight,” says Axis, “WildChild now has the advantage in this contest. Because when Ejiro peaks his head up, WildChild is going to be right there to drop the hammer.”

 

Trying to counteract that advantage, Ejiro makes his way up the scaffolding as quickly as his broken body can carry him. Ejiro makes his way up to the top as WildChild pops up to his feet and motions for his opponent to get up to the platform with him. But when Ejiro finally gets up there and pokes his head over the edge, WildChild hops into the air and comes right down on the back of Fasaki’s head and driving his jaw into the platform! Rocking backward, Ejiro wobbles on his precarious foothold, but WildChild ‘kindly’ grabs Ejiro by the hair and pulls him the rest of the way up to the platform.

 

King tells us all, “Axis, I think you are going to see a radical shift in styles now that both men are up this high in the air. You can forget about the high-risk stuff they have been pulling out thus far. Up there, a mistake will cost a lot more than usual. From here on in, it is going to be nothing but a fight.”

 

With both men up in the sky, WildChild lays in a tremendous open hand chop against the chest of his opponent and with Ejiro’s injured ribs; it hurts even more than usual. SMACK! Another chop rips across Ejiro’s pectoral muscles and rings out to the fans in attendance, who have fallen into a hush in preparation of what may soon occur. SMACK! Again, WildChild’s hand makes an impression against Fasaki’s chest and sends the European champion doubling over, his hands on his knees. Taking Ejiro by the hair, WildChild walks Ejiro further out towards the very middle of the length of the platform, directly over the center of the ring. Ducking behind Fasaki, WildChild grabs a hold of Ejiro’s body and attempts to lift him up for the belly-to-back suplex. But with the stakes as high as they are, Ejiro desperately tries to keep his feet on the ground and begins to drive a series of elbows down across the back of WildChild’s head to free himself. WildChild releases his grip as Ejiro quickly switches behind and takes WildChild down to the platform with a Russian legsweep that sends both of their heads rocking against the steel!

 

“Another hard shot taken by both men in match full of them.” Axis calls out, “You fans might have noticed that the platform is quite steady in this contest, it has been especially designed not to wobble or be unstable. It has been put together to withstand any punishment these two can do it.”

 

“I don’t think people were sitting at home and thinking ‘Oh that poor scaffold’ Axis! These guys are in mortal danger and you want to talk about the weapon. Do you go to sword fights and hope the blades don’t get dirty?”

 

“Sword fights?”

 

Ejiro rolls right on top of WildChild and grabs a handful of dreadlocks. Pulling WildChild’s head forward, Fasaki slams the point of his elbow again right into the face of his mortal enemy. Rearing back again and again, Ejiro slams the bone directly into the mouth, the eyes, and the forehead of The WildChild again and again like a Doberman tearing into a bone. Standing up, Ejiro steps back and drives the point of his boot directing into the ribs of WildChild, trying to break as many ribs as he can in one swift motion. Dragging WildChild up to his feet, Ejiro hooks his arm underneath WildChild’s shoulder and looks at the point just beyond the platform as the fans stand in unison at the thought of someone taking the biggest spill of all. Taking a few steps in that direction, Ejiro heaves and sends WildChild flying...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“But WildChild hooks onto Ejiro and pulls him down to the platform with him!” screams Axis as the fans let out a mild sigh of relief that WildChild did not take that devastating plunge.

 

Both men tangle together at the edge of the precipice, fighting and biting and goring for every inch they can get. Finally, it is Ejiro Fasaki who manages to get the upper hand with a hand wrapped tightly around the windpipe of the man from the Bahamas. Pushing and battling, Ejiro forces WildChild’s head over the top of the platform and works ever harder to send WildChild tumbling all the way off the edge to the chasm below. But WildChild is not about to go over alone and he quickly wraps his legs around Ejiro’s head and arm, locking on a reverse triangle chokehold! Unwilling to make that ultimate sacrifice, Ejiro instead drags himself and WildChild back away from the edge, as WildChild continues to squeeze away on Ejiro’s head and shoulder. But using his free hand, Ejiro reaches across his own body and sticks the point of his fingers directly into WildChild’s eyes! Screaming in pain, WildChild releases the pressure of the triangle choke and Fasaki wiggles free of his grip.

 

“You know something, King? For all of Fasaki’s talk about what a great wrestler he is, he is sure willing to resort to a shortcut at the drop of a hat like it was nothing,” chides Axis.

 

“They are fighting twenty feet in the air, Axis! If that isn’t incentive to do everything you can to win, then what is?”

 

Both men stagger up to their feet, and WildChild swings at Ejiro with a wide right hook. But Ejiro dodges quickly underneath the outstretched arm of the man from the Bahamas and latches onto his back with a sleeper hold! Trying to crimp WildChild’s carotid artery, Ejiro bends WildChild’s neck down across his forearm. Slowly fading down to his knees, The Suicide King breaks down the reason for this tactical decision.

 

“This is brilliant Axis! Fasaki doesn’t even have to render WildChild unconscious with this sleeper. He just has to get WildChild worn out enough that Fasaki can toss him a few scant feet.”

 

Holding on like a wolverine, Ejiro tightens his grip against WildChild’s head. But WildChild refuses to call it quit and tosses his arms strait into the air. Fighting up against the pressure, WildChild works his way up to his feet. Trying to desperately hold WildChild down, Ejiro hops up on WildChild’s shoulders and attempts to ride WildChild down his body weight, but WildChild continues to stand tall! Walking about the platform, WildChild steps to the very edge of the platform and stands there for a moment as the fans again gasp in horror. But instead, WildChild turns, readies himself and falls strait backward to the steel platform! Ejiro totally loses any sense of the sleeper and instead grabs onto his chest as it takes yet another tremendous blow.

 

“You know something Axis? I bet WildChild actually considered taking the world’s tallest Nestea plunge with Ejiro riding shotgun. But even he knows just how sick of an idea that is!”

 

“WildChild isn’t an idiot no matter what you say about him, King. He knows what he’s doing up there. And crushing Fasaki against that platform can be just as painful to Fasaki anyway.”

 

Getting to his feet, WildChild takes a moment to bring his foot down in the middle of Ejiro’s chest, causing a little geyser of blood to expunge from his mouth. Turning his back to the fallen Ejiro, WildChild propels his body into a back flip and lands across Ejiro’s chest again with a standing moonsault! Rolling off the body-to-body contact, WildChild begins to drive fist after fist deep into Ejiro’s sternum and ribcage causing the European champion to only cough up more and more blood from his internal injuries. Pulling Ejiro to his feet, WildChild grabs Fasaki by the chin and sends Ejiro tumbling across the platform with a running hip toss. WildChild takes a few steps away as Ejiro struggles to get himself back into the contest. Finally standing, Fasaki catches sight of a rushing WildChild who absolutely buries Ejiro with a hard elbow shot across the forehead.

 

“Looks like WildChild has taken just about enough elbows from Fasaki tonight that he knows how to throw one himself” laughs Axis at the sight of Ejiro getting some of his own medicine as The Suicide King scoffs in response.

 

Again WildChild backs away from Fasaki and prepares to lower yet another boom. Motioning for Ejiro to rise back up to his feet, WildChild gets another running start but this time Ejiro manages to duck a shoulder and send WildChild flying overhead with a twenty-eight foot high backdrop! WildChild lands hard as now he holds onto his injured ribs as Fasaki falls down to one knee as Axis again calls our attention to the bird’s eye replay.

 

“Lord, King, look at how high Ejiro managed to send WildChild into the air. And they were already twenty feet above the ring. What that must do to a human body is beyond me.”

 

“That platform is not padded, it is solid steel. And when your body hits steel, let me tell you what, it is not the steel that gets the worse end of it.”

 

Standing up as WildChild gets to his knees, Ejiro quickly catches WildChild in a reverse mount and uses his legs to force WildChild all the way flat against the platform. And again, Ejiro goes back to his elbow and slowly, methodically drives it into the back of WildChild’s cranium. Rolling off a rather limp WildChild, Ejiro gets up to his knees and holds his chest closely, feeling his ribs to see if he can feel any break. Content for the moment, Ejiro corrals WildChild and pulls him to the edge of the platform. Hooking WildChild up, Ejiro looks to suplex WildChild all the way over to the ring below!

 

“Oh sweet Jesus, no! This could kill them both!” screams Axis as the fans again rise up in unison at the prospect of seeing one of these magnificent athletes fall to the canvas below.

 

Ejiro lifts WildChild up with all of his might but his ribs are unwilling to cooperate and WildChild manages to force his way back down to the platform. Driving knees up and into Ejiro’s gut, WildChild manages to free himself from Ejiro’s grip. Quickly grabbing Ejiro around the head and neck, WildChild arches back and sends Ejiro tumbling over with the...

 

“JUNKANOO!!!....

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

OH HELLLLL!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Fasaki nearly got suplexed all the way off the platform!”

 

Indeed Fasaki gets sent across the width of the scaffold and ends up almost hanging off the platform but he barely manages to hold on and scampers back all the way onto the relative safety of the platform with the speed only a severe adrenaline rush can grant. Breathing even more heavily now, Ejiro’s eyes go incredibly wide as WildChild slowly pulls himself up having exerted so much energy muscling Ejiro up for that suplex. WildChild finally manages to get himself together and rises up to collect Fasaki once again. This time pulling Fasaki even closer to the edge, WildChild again cinches up for the wrist clutch exploder but his time, Ejiro uses his free arm to grab WildChild by the hair and jam a head BUTT into the bridge of WildChild’s nose to force a break.

 

“Ejiro was not going to get suplexed again, Axis. He would have bitten WildChild’s eye out if he had to, but he was going to break free.”

 

Rearing back, Ejiro again slams his elbow across WildChild’s face and sends the man from the Bahamas staggering backward. Another elbow and WildChild back up another step. Another elbow and another step. Again and again, Ejiro drives WildChild back to the edge of the platform. And with WildChild teetering at the brink, Ejiro quickly breaks into a pivot for one last screaming elbow!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“BLOCKED!” roars Axis! “WildChild blocked the elbow with his hands, and OH NO! Double chicken wing! You know what that means!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

WILD RIDE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“NOOOO!” shouts The Suicide King!

 

“Ejiro just used a mule kick to catch WildChild low! The double arm!” shouts Axis as the crowd screams in horror.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

EJIROCATION!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

OFF THE FUCKING SCAFFOLD!”

 

 

“Fasaki jerked WildChild up and just released him off the platform!” calls King! “Oh sweet bleeding god.”

 

“I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what to say. Someone, anyone, come get WildChild some medical attention. He just got dropped from twenty feet in the air and landed right on his back. I ... uh.... Take a look at this. Watch what happens...”

 

On the SmarkTron bird’s eye camera, we clearly see Ejiro grab WildChild around the arms. Jerking WildChild upside down, Ejiro walks over to the edge of the platform and simply allows WildChild to fall from his grasp and plummet to the mat far below. And as medical personal surround WildChild on the mat, Funyon calls from the arena floor, “The winner of this match and STILL European Champion, EEEEEEJIROOOOOO FASAKIIIIIII!”

 

And standing high above his broken and battered opponent, Ejiro Fasaki simply looks down at his enemy and...

 

 

 

 

 

Smiles.

 

Axis is set off, “That sick bastard, how can he take joy in this? In what he has done to another human being? Well screw you Ejiro Fasaki. I hope you rot in hell for what you have done here tonight to another man. I hope you rot in hell. Let’s get out of here. Go to commercial.”

 

 

 

*** FADE TO BLACK ***

[Guest 5_moves_of_doom]

Dayton, Ohio.

 

With the theme pumping from every corner of the Ervin J. Nutter Center, SJL Crimson comes back on the air. The cameras place their attention on the audience for a moment, catching the near capacity crowd screaming, cheering, and all around having a damn good time. But before we can leave the crowds alone, a few of the more select and cooler signs like “Official Danger Ranger” and “Dace Night makes my Night”, as well as “Judgement night” are shown. The cameras quickly zoom back down to the commentator’s table, manned as always by Axis and the Suicide King!

 

“Welcome back to Crimson!” exclaims Axis. “We have had a heck of a stellar show so far and this could only get better!”

 

“Or worse depending on how you look at It.” says the Suicide King. “After what was one hell of a brutal European Title match, and with the outcome being less than desirable for some of our fans we could only wonder what could be in store next!”

 

“Well,” says Axis, “It is time for the most anticipated part of every show. The main event! Tonight we have a Double Elimination Battle Royal with the SJL World Championship at stake! I think the question on everyone’s minds tonight is: Will Judge Mental be able to hold onto the World Title against four other people?”

 

“You forget,” replies the Suicide King, “Fugue is also taking part in this match. I am sure the two members of the Magnificent Seven can more than hold off these other three fools in this match!”

 

“Maybe so, but when a title is on the line friendships and partnerships can be on the line just as well.”

 

“Oh shut up,” retorts the Suicide King, “nobody wants to hear your lame attempt to add some drama into this. The facts are very simple and clear in here; there are no shades of Grey. Either Jude Mental is walking out as an undefeated World Champion or it’s getting passed down to Fugue!”

 

“Well he wouldn’t exactly be undefeated. Wildchild and Johnny Dangerous defeated the World Champion in that brutal Five Wounds Match on Wrath!”

 

“That’s about ENOUGH of you and your shitty little remarks, Axis. I think we better get this one started before I drag you in that ring for a beating.”

 

Standing smack dab in the middle of the ring, Funyon raises his microphone to his lips, preparing to make an announcement. “Ladies and Gentlemen, children of all ages. The following contest is the Double Elimination Battle Royal for the Smarks Junior Leagues World Heavyweight Championship!”

 

The fans respond with a loud cheer as Funyon mentions the World Heavyweight Title’s involvement. The mere thought of Judge Mental loosing his ‘oh so precious’ title sparks many a cheers around! “In order to win this match,” continues Funyon, “One must be thrown over the top rope and both of their feet must touch the floor. Once that happens they will be eliminated for the first time. They will then be allowed back into the ring for a second time and once they are eliminated again, they must leave the ringside as they are no longer in the match.”

 

“Cold Hate, Warm Blood” suddenly begins to pound from the speakers as an array of Red and Purple lights swarm over the stage. The crowds give a somewhat mixed reaction for the combatant when he shoves aside the curtains and steps out; some cheer while others boo.

 

“Entering first,” bellows Funyon as he begins his usual tirade of introductions, “From Birmingham, England and weighing in at two hundred and forty seven pounds… DACCCCCCE NIIIIGHT!!!”

 

“While this superstar is rather young to the SJL, I think there may be a small chance that he surprises us all here tonight with a leap to the gold!”

 

“I’m not to sure, Axis. I mean I have this growing fondness towards Dace Night and his ultra brutal matches but this just isn’t his night, if you know what I mean.”

 

“Well he is undefeated in the JL.”

 

“Stepping up to the major players in this federation like he is, isn’t going to keep that status on him for long.”

 

Dace enters the ring and quickly dispatches of his trench coat, tossing it over the referee’s head before grabbing himself a corner to kick back in while he sits through everyone else’s lackluster entrances. Just as soon as he does “Wait and Bleed” by Slipknot explodes onto the sound system! The lights immediately drop the second the song breaks into high gear, highlighted by a stream of pyrotechnics that blast onto the stage!

 

Boom! Boom! Boom!

 

“Entering second, from Easton, Pennsylvania, and weighing in at two hundred and twenty three pounds… THEEEE INSANEEEEE LUCHADOR!!!”

 

And the Insane Luchadore comes a blazing down the ramp to a loud cheer! He slaps as many hands as he can before sliding in the ring, mounting a corner turnbuckle and playing up to the crowds!

 

“He might as well go ahead and hop out of the ring now. He’d save these other guys some trouble.”

 

“Oh come now, King. The Insane Luchador is one hell of a fighter, and he has paid his dues! I’m mean sure he is the underdog in this match, but he could just as very well take the whole show if he plays his cards right!”

 

“What the hell do you know about playing cards correctly if I may be so bold as to ask?” says King.

 

Luckily for Axis the lights drop out before he has to come up with some kind of an answer and Bach's "Toccata and Fugue in D minor" roars out! Instantly the crowd’s sound off with a magnificent amount of jeers as the song begins to grow faster and tons of white lights casually littered around the stage begin to flash, strobe, and shine down on the entryway. Fugue slinks out from the curtains decked out in his M7 T-shirt and heads right for the ring, acknowledging NO ONE!

 

“Entering third, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, and weighing in at one hundred and eighty eight pounds… FUGUUUUUUUE!!!”

 

“Now this is one of the men to beat!” says King. “If Judge wasn’t in this match I would out every damn dime I own down on Fugue winning this match and becoming the world champion!”

 

“He is one for one since his return in Las Vegas, where he aligned himself with this new branch of the Magnificent Seven. I wouldn’t doubt his chances here if he can get past one man.”

 

“And just who might that be?” the Suicide King ask with a hand on his hip, batting his eyes. Suddenly…

 

 

 

“Johnny Dangerous!”

 

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

 

“Now entering the ring, from Las Vegas, Nevada, and weighing in at two hundred and five pounds… JOHNNNNNY DANGEROOOOOUS!!!”

 

“What do you think about his chances, King?”

 

“He has none.” Replies King. “Johnny is the constant little mosquito buzzing around, just begging to be smacked down. He has no business taking part in this match.”

 

“He defeated Fugue, and Fugue is here.” Retorts Axis. “Whether or not you want to admit it, Johnny Dangerous more than has than earned a spot in this match tonight. He has been down a long and brutal road to get here so I highly doubt he is going to let this opportunity slip by.”

 

“Whatever, you long winded b@stard.”

 

 

 

“NOW TESTIFY!”

 

 

 

 

 

BOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!!!!

 

Flames suddenly tear through the entrance ramp, nearly ripping the entire structure from the floor as Rage Against the Machine’s “Testify” pounds through the speakers! “ALL RISE!” Funyon bellows out just before the curtain’s part and out steps Judge Mental to an enormous boo from this crowd!

 

“Stand up, Axis!” demands the Suicide King as he himself rises from his seat. “The World Champion has entered the arena!”

 

“Now entering the ring,” Funyon booms, “weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds, and hailing from Royal Oak, Michigaaaan! He IS the TWO TIME SJL HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WOOOOORLD… JUUUUUUUDGEE MENTALLLLLL!!!!”

 

“Now this guy,” says King, “Judge Mental… is the best in this entire federation! Look at him, he simply GLOWS with greatness!”

 

“I’m still not convinced that he can make it out of this building tonight with that belt! Something just tells me we are in for an upset!”

 

Judge saunters down the ramp with his eyes locked dead on with the four in the ring. He stomps up the steel steps accenting every step with a loud CLANG, steps through the ropes and enters the ring while not once taking an eye off of any of these competitors. After neatly folding the World Title, Judge hands it off to Referee Anthony Michael Hall and sheds his robe-

 

 

CRACK!!

 

 

-And the crowds go wild as Johnny Dangerous rushes in at lighting speeds, swinging out his fist and slamming it into Mental’s jaw! Hall signals for the bell the moment he sees the blow connect!

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

“That anxious little son of a b*tch, just blind sided Judge Mental!” cries The Suicide King! “This match is on!”

 

Dace Night, Fugue, and the Insane Luchadore all rush from their respective corners the second Johnny lays into Judge Mental. Judge however, stumbles back from the surprising blow that caught him completely off guard, reaching out for the ropes to latch onto before he falls. Johnny quickly closes in, drawing his arm back and-

 

-Fugue rushes in from behind, hurdling himself into the air as he plants the soles of his feet deep into Johnny’s back!

 

THUNK!

 

“Ohh!” Axis says with a raised brow. “Fugue looks like he’s trying to put Dangerous out of business quick tonight!”

 

Fugue leaps back to his feet and- WHAM! -Dace Night steamrolls the musician with a brutally stiff clothesline, knocking him flat on his back! Not to be forgotten about, the Insane Luchador makes his presence known as Dace raises his arms up for a moment of glory, leaving his chin open wider than a Hollywood whore and socks him right in his jaw! CRACK!

 

Dace’s head is jolted to one side, and quickly to the other when Rickmen swings out his other fist and slams it into the other side of his face! The forwer CZW star stumbles back from the blow and Insane gives chase, grabbing onto his arm by one hand and his back with the other, whipping him to the ropes! He hits the ropes and is catapulted back towards the awaiting American Luchador, but just as Rickmen lowers himself to set up a back body drop, Dace kicks his foot out and pops him in the jaw! CRACK!

 

“He telegraphed that one all the way to China!”

 

Meanwhile: The Magnificent Seven team of Judge and Fugue have brought the beating to Johnny Dangerous. Blasting him with a series of shots to the head just before Judge locks his arms around his waist, lifts him up and SLAMS him down with a lighting fast belly to belly suplex! WHAM! Johnny bolts upright, holding onto his back and is quickly seized by Fugue, who pulls the Super Spy to his feet by his chin. Trying as he might to fight back, Johnny swings his fist out but a double handed axe punch to his back from Judge Mental quickly tosses that idea right out the front door!

 

THUNK!

 

“Oh! That had to hurt!” remarks the Suicide King!

 

“This is unfair!” cries Axis. “Fugue and Judge Mental are acting as a team here! This is everyman for himself!”

 

“It will be as soon as they clear the ring of these other retards. Besides I didn’t see you complaining when it was Wildchild and Johnny Dangerous taking on a lonesome Judge Mental!”

 

“What? The Magnificent Seven was out there the entire time!”

 

Johnny drops to his knees as he cries out in pain, but these two care not in the least. Judge grabs onto Dangerous by the back of his head and thrusts his head in between his legs! After reaching down and locking his hands around Johnny’s wasit Mental lifts him into the air, and with a little assitance from Fugue swings him up to his shoulders! Again he tries to fight back, slamming his fist into Judge’s head but it’s not nearly enough as Mental lifts him up and slams him to the mat with Fugue adding some extra power to the move for a double teamed powerbomb!

 

WHAM!!

 

“If these two keep it up, they just very well may make it to the end of this match!”

 

Back on the other side of the ring, Dace Night has lifted the Insane Luchador onto his shoulders! He grabs onto Rickmen’s head but is suddenly blinsided by Judge Mental as he stomps his foot into Night’s knee cap! Dace drops to his knees, letting the Insane Luchador roll off his back just as he is blasted by Mental’s knee into his face!

 

CRACK!

 

“Now these two have taken their fight to Dace Night and the Insane Luchador! These two are hellbent on controlling everyone in this damned ring!”

 

“As they should be! Those two are the best wrestlers in the Federation. Nobody is going to sneak one past those two!”

 

Fugue reaches down and grabs onto Rickmen, pulling him to his feet, laying a stiff but quick elbow into his temple before leading him off towards the ropes at full speed.

 

“Time to clear out all the crap from the ring!”

 

Rickmen puts his foot down, slamming on the brakes as they draw a mere inch or two from the ropes, then spins around and absolutly shatters the Musician’s ego with a hard right hook to his eye! WHAM!

 

“The Insane Luchador is fighting back! There is no way in HELL he’s getting eliminated that easy!”

 

Fugue stammers back from the blow covering his eye as the crowds launch into a huge cheer! Growling with a sudden rage that flows through him, Rickmen lunges into the air, tackeling the Musician, and begins to unload a flurry of punches into the Magnificent Sevens technical mastermind!

 

“That’s right! Teach him a lesson or two!”

 

“I swear you are THIS close to getting slapped right out of that chair!” says the Suicide King as he holds up his hand motioning with his thumb and pointing finger just how little room Axis has. “The Insane Luchador don’t belong in a boxing ring. If he want’s to fight like that he needs to open up his own little Fight Club! He should be eliminated just for that!”

 

The Luchador jumps to his feet, throws out his elbow and drops it straight into Fugue’s sternum! The Muscian tosses and turns on the mat, reeling from the blow just as Rickmen jumps up and throws his elbow out once again, and drops it back into Fugue’s chest!

 

WHAM!

 

Grabing onto the Musicians long, scraggly hair, Rickmen drags him to his feet and whips him over the top rope!

 

“NOOOO!” cries the Suicide King!

 

Not quite! Fugue grabs onto the top rope, flips and lands onto the outside ring apron with such finess he would be given four “10” marks if this were the olympics!

 

“Close call there! Fugue was almost the first man to be eliminated!”

 

“Maybe you thougt so, Axis but I knew better than that!” says the Suicide King as he kicks back in his chair. “It would take an act of God to remove him from that ring, and since I’m not going in there anytime soon…”

 

“Is that why just seconds ago you were shouting this?” Axis taps the small replay button on the table and immediately the teleprompters break out the instant replay:

 

**

Grabing onto the Musicians long, scraggly hair, Rickmen drags him to his feet and whips him over the top rope!

 

“NOOOO!” cries the Suicide King!

 

**

 

“You son of a b*tch! You think your funny? Meet me by the basketball goal after the show!”

 

“I would but you probably dug it up.” Says Axis with a smug smile.

 

“You just WAIT! It’s going to be Axis vs Suicide King round two!”

 

Inside the ring, where the booked action is at hand: A smile dashes across Fugue’s face, rather amused that the Insane Luchador would even have the balls to try and eliminate him, but amused is not the word that would describe Rickmen! He damn’s himself to hell and highwater and when Fugue stands their laughing, he has no choice left but to kick his foot into the Musician’s gut!

 

“OOF!”

 

Fugue doubles over just as the Insane Luchador spins around, grabs onto the back of his head and jumps up, dropping the Musician’s neck into the top rope and his sholder! WHAM! The ropes catapult Fugue into the air as Rickmen releases him, sending him spirling down to the outside! THUD!

 

“By GAWD! I don’t know what that move was exactly but it just got Fugue eliminated! The man who is supose to go to the end has just been forcefully removed from the ring!”

 

“That was sheer luck! Good thing this is a double elimination or the Insane Luchador would be getting filled with lead right about now!”

 

The crowds cheering ever so loudly cause Judge to look towards the Insane Luchador, and as he does madness begins to flow through him when he realizes that Fugue has just received one elimination! Judge storms over towards Rickmen who is facing the crowds with his arms up for a brief celebration!

 

“WATCH OUT, I.L.”

 

Before he can even turn around and realize the presence of Judge Mental, the Judge himself sinks a fist deep into the back of the smaller man’s head, knocking him into the ropes! Rickmen spins around holding onto his head and gritting his teeth, but Judge Moves like the wind, grabbing onto both sides of the Luchador’s head and slamming it into his knee! CRACK! His head rockets off of Judge’s kneecap, propelling him backwards! He frantically tries to grab onto the ropes as he feels himself beginning to tumble over the top but Mental helps him over, blasting him right in the head with a stiff punch!

 

THUD!

 

And the Insane Luchador lands flat on his face outside the ring. The Referee waste little if any time before declaring him eliminated once!

 

“Damn! He was staring to really shine there” says Axis. “He still has another shot as once again… This is a DOUBLE elimination match!”

 

“And he will get tossed out just as easily as before.”

 

Judge steps back from the ropes, pleased with the outcome despite the fans booing, and turns to go back to work on Dace Night who he left cowering on the mat. At least he did… Dace rockets in wildly swinging his fist, and lands them into every open spot in the Judge’s body-

 

CRACK!

 

WHACK!

 

SMACK!

 

WHHHAAAMMMM!!!

 

-finally flooring him with sickening stiff clothesline!

 

“DACE NIGHT! He just took total advantage of Judge Mental there!”

 

Ripping Judge Mental off the mat, Dace wraps his arms around him from behind, lifts him up and drops him on his back with a beautiful German Suplex! WHAM! Dace holds tight to his grip around Mental’s waist and pulls him back to his feet, lifts him up, and drops him on his back with another German Suplex! WHAM! Reeling from the blows, Judge puts up no resistance as Dace Night pulls him up once again, lifts him into the air, and hits a third German Suplex on the World Champion before releasing his grasp! WHAM!!

 

“Rolling german Suplex! I don’t think I have ever seen anyone treat Judge Mental like that!”

 

Dace gets back to his feet and grabs onto the Judge, pulling him up and tosses the World Champion right over the top rope!

 

THUD!

 

“Good God!” cries the Suicide King! “I thought Dace would do decent in this match but he just took Judge Mental to town and threw him right out of the ring!”

 

The crowds let out a joyous cheer just as Johnny Dangerous lunges for Dace-

 

 

-Dace side steps Dangerous, sticking out his foot and tripping the super spy! Johnny embarrasingly lands flat on his face, but quickly he scrambles to his feet trying to act like it never happened. Night is sure to make sure he remembers though, and follows that up with a stiff elbow to the side of Dangerous head that sends him stumbling back-

 

-and right over the top rope when Dace rushes in with a clothesline, and levels him to the outside floor!

 

THUD!

 

“Now Johnny Dangerous has one elimination against him!” Shouts Axis! “Dace Night is standing tall tonight! He has cleared the ring of everyone!”

 

“Oh no,” says the Suicide King as he points towards the turnbuckle, “look!”

 

Dace takes a moment to celebrate in his victories, but behind him the Insane Luchador is climbing up the turnbuckle, preparing to take this match to the sky! The sudden rush of cheering tips off Night as he spins around and catches a glimps of Rickmen about to mount the top! Suddenly he bolts from his standing position, rushing for the Luchador at warp speed! Rickmen looks up just as he reaches the top, and his mouth literally drops as his eyes bug out when Dace lunges forward, cuting through the air like a hot knife through butter and-

 

“-GORE! GORE! OH MY GOD!”

 

Dace slams his shoulder right into Rickmen, knocking him right off the top and all the way to the floor! Unfortunatly it sends Dace out just as well, and both men slam into the concrete!

 

WHHAAAMMM!!!!

 

“I don’t know WHAT to say! Dace Night just risked an elimination to get rid of the Insane Luchador! I don’t think I have ever seen someone pull off that move like that before!”

 

“That’s because this man, Dace Night is totally hardcore! He doesn’t care what it takes to dish out some brutality!

 

The crowds go absolutly BALLISTIC as they begin to chant for this rookie loudly, astonished by this man’s risk taking maneuver!

 

“DACE NIGHT!”

 

“DACE NIGHT!”

 

“DACE NIGHT!”

 

“DACE NIGHT!”

 

“DACE NIGHT!”

 

“Dace has appeared to win over this crowd, but at the expense of the Insane Luchador, who has been eliminated for the second time from this match. Officially putting him out for good.” Axis says as he points towards Rickmen being hauled off backstage by SJL Security.

 

“Good riddance to him I say,” says King, “he was destined to loose anyways!”

 

Inside the ring, Johnny Dangerous, Fugue, and Judge Mental all climb back in the ring. Judge looks towards Fugue and nods while slinking his eyes towards Johnny Dangerous. The Magnificent Seven members beging inching towards Johnny as Johnny himself begins to back up from the intruding two.

 

“Well, see ya later Johnny!” says the Suicide King. “There is no way in hell your going to beat both of them!”

 

Suddenly Dace Night is back in the ring just as quickly as he left, lunging into the air once again, only this time grabbing onto Fugue’s and Mental’s head and slaming them into the mat with a double bulldog! WWhhHAAMMMM!!!! Johnny lets out a sigh of relief, but it doesn’t last long as Dace Night continues straight for Dangerous! Hoping to take down this one man wrecking machine, Johnny waits like a sitting dick for Dace to approach then quickly executes a Spinning Heel Kick that would make Chuck Norris jealous! NO! Dace isn’t Chuck, and Dace isn’t jealous! Instead he grabs onto Johnny’s leg and pushes it back, knocking the poor spy off balance just long enough to drop him with a hard right hand!

 

WHACK!

 

Meanwhile: Judge stumbles across the ring, holding his head in his hands, trying freventally to regain his proper senses when someone suddenly locks their arms around him from behind! That someone just happens to be Dace Night (again), who rips Judge off his feet, lifts him into the air, and thrusts his back into the mat with a German Suplex!

 

WHAM!

 

“Dace Night is litterally tearing these three apart!” shouts Axis. “I never imagined he would last this long, let alone do so well!”

 

“Well I hate to say it, but the other three remaining in this ring might have to… how sould I say it.. umm.. team up? To put Dace Night down!”

 

Quickly jumping back to his feet, Dace spins around and reaches down for Mental, but the protective Fugue quickly zooms in, blitzing Night with a MONSTEROUS Clothesline!

 

WHACK!

 

Not being one to go down easy at all, Dace scrambles to his feet while holding onto his neck, gasping for air as he reaches out for the ropes to help him up. Fugue however, is not one to let someone have any down time so resting is the last thing Dace Night is about to do! The Musician rushes in, jumps up and drives his knee into Dace’s gut, which thrusts his back into the turnbuckle! His back slams into the steel post letting out a loud CLANG that elicits a “Ooh!” from the crowds! He begins to slump down, but Fugue shoves him back up laying into him with a few good right hands before grabing onto his arm and flinging him across the ring-

 

KA-RACK!

 

“-Super Kick to the ribs by Johnny Dangerous!” Shouts the Suicide King!

 

“Actually it’s called a Johnny Kick when utlized by Johnny Dangerous.” Says Axis.

 

Usually a man would be put down quick, from a Johnny Kick but surprisingly, Dace stammers back, holding tightly to his brusied ribs when Judge Mental charges in for the kill! Weakly tossing his arm out for a clothesline, Dace tries to keep fighting but the overwhelming numbers prove to be much to great on his strength to do much of anything. Judge easily ducks the arm, locks his arms around Night’s waist and lifts him off his feet as he sets him up in a powerbomb position.

 

“This is it!”

 

Mental leaps into the air, spinning his entire body around just before landing on his knees and driving Dace’s skull into the mat!

 

WHHHaAAaMMMmM!!!!

 

“THE VERDICT!” King bolsters from his seat, shouting at the top of his lungs! “Judge Mental just put Dace Night in his place, and straight out of commishion!”

 

“Ouch. Everytime I see that move preformed it pains me. Dace Night tried hard and fought bravely, but I fear Judge Mental might have just ended his reign of terror!”

 

The Judge leaps to his feet, leaving dace sprawled across the mat facing up. “COME ON!” He shouts as he points towards Dace Night’s body!

 

“What is he… Oh no.”

 

At the top of a nearby turnbuckle, Fugue stands ready to deliver some serious punishment as the crowds behind him begin to rise up and make some noise! He turns with his back facing the ring, and shows absolutley no hesitation before flipping off the top, and spinning his body in mid air just seconds before crushing the prone Dace Night with a-

 

“-GRAND FINALE! GRAND FINALE!”

 

WhHHaAAAaaAMmMMmmM!!!

 

King is about to explode from all the excitement! “Grand Finale right after a Verdict! Judge Mental and Fugue are showing just why they work so well as a team! It’s going to be one hell of a long @$$ time before, Dace Night thinks about facing these two again!”

 

Dace buckles up from the impact, but one quick snap kick into his head by Judge Mental puts Night back down!

 

“Wait a second,” says Axis, “what’s Johnny Dangerous doing now?”

 

“Oh, For crying out loud! That damn Dangerous just wants to try and steal some of the Magnificant Seven’s heat! Get down from their Johnny!”

 

On the adjacent turnbuckle from where Fugue leaped off of, Johnny has mounted the top sparking another surge of some decent crowd cheers. Like Fugue before him, Johnny turns his back to face the ring, and back flips off the top, soaring towards Dace’s courpse with a moonsault, but at the last second before impact he kicks his feet out and drives them right into the former CzW star’s chest!

 

WWWHhAaaAmMMmmM!!!!

 

“OH MY GAWD! OH MY GAWD! MOONSAULT DOUBLE STOMP!” Axis’ mouth drops in sheer shock as the crowds let out a huge “OoH!” from the move.

 

Johnny bounces off of Dace’s chest a second after he hits, falling on his back, but quickly rolls to his feet to assist Fugue as he begins peeling Night’s body off the mat.

 

“Hey I got a putty knife if you guys need help scraping him up!”

 

After finally pulling the more than very disoriented Dace Night off the mat, the two find no trouble at all in running him towards the ropes by each arm, and slinging him right over the top rope!

 

THUD!

 

His body doesn’t even flinch when he hits the outside floor, clearly knocked completely out as the Referee declares Dace Night… Eliminated!

 

“Dace Night has finally been eliminated for the second time,” says Axis, “but not before dealing some serious damage to the other three in the ring.”

 

“Well I told you all they had to do was team up for a small amount of time, and they would be able to put his CZW rejected @$$ out for good. Like I said earlier, I think it will be a long time before Dace Night even thinks about steping into a ring against Judge Mental or Fugue again!”

 

“What about Johnny Dangerous?” ask Axis.

 

“What the hell did he do besides get eliminated by Dace? Sure he dealt one hell of a vicious Moonsault Double Stomp, but that was after Judge Mental and Fugue dealt the fatal blow already. That’s like kicking someone after they’ve already been shot in the head!”

 

“Well regardless, Dace Night can at least hold his head up high for doing what he did. He single handedly eliminated the Insane Luchadore for the second time, putting him out of this match. Then gave Johnny Dangerous and Fugue their first eliminations. Not a bad run for a rookie in this federation.”

 

As several of the SJL’s security team begins to drag Dace Night backstage, Johnny Dangerous begins to back away a step or two from Fugue. The realization that he is now out numbered two to one has set in. Fugue on the other hand, slowly turns around to face Johnny with a devilish smile etched upon his face. “Good bye, Dangerous.” He says just as Judge Mental has propelled himself off the far ropes at an astounding speed, cocks his arm back, and swings his fist out with enough force to knock out an elephant-

 

“LOOK OUT!”

 

-Johnny spins around in just the nick of time, spotting Judge’s fist soaring for him like an eagle and ducks the fatal blow! His fist skims right over the top of Dangerous’ head, almost parting his hair in a very unfashionable way, and sails right into Fugue’s kisser!

 

WHHAAAMMMM!!!

 

The blow almost knocks Fugue’s head off his shoulders, lifting him right off his feet and right over the top rope as Judge’s mouth drops straight to the floor! “NO!” Judge reaches out for Fugue, hoping to grab him before it’s to late, but alas it is and Fugue falls to the floor landing with quite the sickening THUD!

 

“Damn it to hell! This isn’t how it was meant to be!” cries the Suicide King. “It was supose to come down to Fugue and Judge Mental!”

 

“Maybe in YOUR predictions, King. That however, is not always how the cookie crumbles.”

 

“That’s how it needs to crumble, damn it!”

 

Once again the referee makes the more than obvious call as he motions that Fugue has been eliminated for the second time, officially putting him out of the match.

 

“This is low! That fist was meant for Johnny Dangerous, and what better of a way to eliminate Mr. Brawler than to uppercut him right out of the ring!”

 

“Well Fugue made a good run in this match, even if he didn’t survive to the end.” Says Axis. “I could definetly picture him with that World Title, just not today.”

 

“Someone needs to paint you a better picture than, because anything else is just the equivillent of a first grade art assignment! Wait a second… He’s getting up!”

 

Slowly Fugue begins to rise to his feet, rubbing his swolen jaw. The referee grabs onto him, but Fugue easily shoves him off as he locks his eyes onto Johnny Dangerous, looking right past the sorrow filled eyes of Judge Mental. He grits down on his teeth as anger begins to steam off of him, and slides back into the ring.

 

“He’s about to get some vengeance!”

 

Or so he thought. Before he can get his last leg into the ring, Fugue feels someone grabbing onto him. “Hun?” He looks to the outside and sees a security guard holding tight to his leg, trying as he might to prevent him from reentering. The crowds let out a joyous cheer as a legion of the SJL’s security squad pours from backstage, and swarms onto Fugue like bees on honey!

 

“This new comish really isn’t playing games!” says Axis. “He’s really outdone himself making sure once you get eliminated you don’t get back into the ring!”

 

“Yeah well look how many guards it takes to get Fugue out!”

 

Flaling like a madman, Fugue tries to resist but the guards prove to be to overwhelming in numbers as the forcefully drag Fugue from ringside with two men holding onto each of his limbs. Yes we do mean every limb…

 

“That is uncalled for.”

 

Back inside the ring, Judge snarls with anger towards Johnny as he sets his sights on the Super Spy. “There is no way in HELL your going to win this!” Johnny slowly rises to his feet as the crowds begin to get restless in anticipation as the final two men are left standing in the ring.

 

“This is it,’ says Axis, “both of these men have one elimination each. If Johnny can manage to upset the Judge than he will be declared the new World Champion!”

 

“Well that is not going to happen!” rebuts the Suicide King! “Judge is leaving the SJL tonight as the World Champion. There is no way that belt is leaving the Magnificant Seven’s control!”

 

Suddenly both men rush for each other at the same time, like two locomotives headed towards eachother on a one way track, both men swing out their arms and again at the same time slam into each others necks!

 

WHAM! WHAM!

 

“Double Clothesline! It looks like they both had the same plan!”

 

Reaching out towards the ropes he begins to pull himself to his feet, gritting his teeth as he tries to fend off the pain surging through his veins. Finally to his feet after a moment of dragging himself up, Mental looks out to the crowds, watching as they chant out the name of this trash, clapping and singing his praises, begging for him to put an end to the second reign of the Judge!

 

“LET’S GO DANGEROUS!” CLAP! CLAP! CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!

 

“LET’S GO DANGEROUS!” CLAP! CLAP! CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!

 

“LET’S GO DANGEROUS!” CLAP! CLAP! CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!

 

The thought begins to burn into his mind, bringing a fiery rage to his heart that he hasn’t felt since he was forced to resign as Oakland County Judge!

 

“LET’S GO DANGEROUS!” CLAP! CLAP! CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!

 

“NO!” he says to himself as his knuckles begin to turn white, griping the ropes so hard.

 

“LET’S GO DANGEROUS!” CLAP! CLAP! CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!

 

“This is NOT going to happen!” The Judge takes a step back from the ropes with his eyes still fixed on the crowds, breathing faster and faster as his anger begins to boil out-

 

“LET’S GO DANGEROUS!” CLAP! CLAP! CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!

 

-and lets out a MIGHTY roar, instantly silencing this crowd!

 

“Oh my word.” Says Axis with a rather surprised tone detected in his voice. “Something tells me Judge is about to deal out some serious damage to his antagonist here! This is his jungle, and he aims to defend it!”

 

“He had better!” adds the Suicide King. “It will make my night and day if Johnny Dangerous gets put out of commission. I mean just look at him trying to be fool enough to even step in the ring with Judge Mental! WHAT THE HELL WAS HE THINKING?”

 

“I assume he was thinking there was a shot at the World Title on the line! Who wouldn’t let that one pass by?”

 

He takes a step back, sneering at the hushed crowd, then whips around and locks his fiery eyes directly onto-

 

 

“-Dangerous…” He says with a vicious snarl.

 

The Spy himself is still somewhat shaken from the earlier altercations, draped across the ropes with his arms wrapped around the top, trying as he might to take some of the weight of his throbbing knee.

 

“Look at Johnny Dangerous there!” says the Suicide King. “He is already beaten to a pulp! He is in no condition to go another round with Judge Mental, this match needs to be stopped before he winds up dead!”

 

“It will stop over my dead body!”

 

“Trust me when I say this, Axis. THAT can be arranged.”

 

Slowly, the Judge begins to close in on Dangerous, shaking the ring vigorously as he stomps his foot down hard with every new step that he takes!

 

 

WHOMP!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

WHOMP!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

WHOMP!

 

 

“THIS IS IT, KING! THE FINAL SHOWDOWN!”

 

Like somebody lit a fire up under his @$$, Johnny suddenly rockets out of the ropes with his sights locked dead on for Judge Mental, clenching his fist tightly as he reaches back farther than he ever has in his life, and SWINGS-

 

 

-Judge snatches his fist right out of thin air, and CLENCHES down on Johnny’s hand, extinguishing the blaze as he begins to force Johnny down to one knee! “Argggh!” Johnny swings again with his other arm-

 

 

-but Mental is just as quick as before, snagging it just as easily, and wrenches down on that hand just as well! Johnny lets out a cry of pain as he begins to feel the bones in his hand cracking under Judge’s grip, and drops to his knees!

 

“That’s right,” shouts King, “Kneel before the Judge!”

 

Johnny struggles to maintain his composure, looking up into the unforgiving eyes of Judge Mental.

 

 

“DAN-GEROUS!”

 

“DAN-GEROUS!”

 

Johnny raises his head back up, and glances over his shoulder, watching as the crowds stand at their feet chanting his name while pumping their fist into the air. The need to please them begins to fuel his drive, pushing back on Judge’s arms as he plants one good foot firmly onto the mat and starts to stand! Fans cheer for Johnny’s determination, watching the Super Spy shakily stand-

 

 

-CRACK!

 

 

Judge suddenly slams his head into Johnny’s, snapping the Barracuda’s head back and eliciting a “Ooh!” from the audience! Still holding onto Dangerous, Judge jerks him back up and SMASHES his head into the Super Spy’s once again!

 

CRACK!

 

“This is just brutal!” says Axis. “When did Judge start fighting like this?”

 

“When he has to deal with the gnat named Johnny Dangerous! I mean if anyone needs a lesson in humility it is definitely Johnny Dangerous and Judge Mental is just the man to do it!”

 

The entire arena begins to spin around Johnny’s head and slowly he begins to slump down to the mat, but yet again Judge still holds tight to Dangerous and JERKS him back up! “YOU WANT TO TAKE A SHOT AT ME?” Judge screams in Johnny’s face, showering the poor spy with his own spit just before swinging his head into Dangerous’ skull one more time!

 

CRACK!

 

Judge releases his hold on Johnny, but unlike the times before Johnny doesn’t slump down, instead he stammers back as blood begins to paint his face red. Not a problem for Mental though as draws his arm back and bitch slaps the piss out of Johnny-

 

SLAP!

 

-dropping him to the mat like a bad habit!

 

“Humiliation right on top of a straight up, down and out @$$ kicking! Judge Mental is without a shadow of a doubt, one of the most ruthless wrestlers I have ever seen!”

 

 

“YOU DON’T LOOK SO DAMN DANGEROUS NOW, DO YOU JOHNNY!” Judge shouts as he grabs Johnny by his throat and gets right in his face, then reaches back and slices the back of his hand against Dangerous’ face!

 

SMACK!

 

The crowds fire off with a tremendous amount off boo’s, watching as one of their favorites gets treated like a rag doll by Judge mental! Judge cares not one bit what the crowds thinks, not anymore at least and he lets their emotions roll off him like water on a ducks back. He grabs onto Johnny by his hair and pulls him to his bloodied feet. “

 

“This is… MY… legacy, and this is… MY… court!” He grabs onto the back of Johnny’s jacket with one hand, and his belt loop with the other-

 

 

“NOW GET…”

 

 

 

“THE HELL..”

 

 

 

“OUT!! ”

 

 

 

-and runs Johnny to the ropes, lifts up on him, and FLINGS him over the top rope with the AUTHORITY that only a Judge could possess!! Johnny sails over the top rope as his body begins to flip in mid air, tumbling towards the outside floor back first-

 

 

 

“HE’S OUT OF HERE!”

 

 

 

 

 

-Johnny reaches out for the top rope with one final effort-

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

-AND GRABS ONTO THE ROPE, PULLING HIS FEET UP JUST A MERE FRACTION OF AN INCH ABOVE THE FLOOR! He reaches out with his other arm, and latches onto the rope, holding tight for dear life as the outside referee declares that he has NOT yet been eliminated!

 

“HE’S STILL IN!” cries Axis! “Johnny Dangerous isn’t done just yet!”

 

Judge lowers his arms that he rose in victory just a little too soon, and his smile turns on its ear when he sees the Barracuda holding on! Determined to finally swat this annoying pest once and for all, Judge cocks his arm back, leans over the rope just far enough to plant his fist into the top of his head-

 

 

-When Johnny SWINGS his legs up and locks his ankles around Mental’s neck!

 

“Court…” says Johnny through his blood stained face as he locks eyes with the Judge’s, who looks like a deer caught in someone’s headlight’s.

 

 

“IS ADJOURNED!!” Pulling with all the strength he possibly can, Johnny whips his legs forward, TEARING MENTAL RIGHT OUT OF THE RING AND PULLING HIM RIGHT OVER THE TOP ROPE, LETTING HIM FREE FALL ALL THE WAY DOWN, DOWN, DOWN TO THE COLD HARD FLOOR!!!

 

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

 

WHHAAAMMMM!!!!!

 

Mental hits the ground back first, slamming into it with a vicious thud! Following suit closely behind only on his legs, Johnny lets go of the rope dropping to the floor just as Referee Matthew Kivell signals for the bell to be rung, officially eliminating Judge Mental!

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

“BY GAWD, HE HAS DONE IT! GOD HAS DEFINITELY SMILED UPON US TONIGHT!”

 

“I don’t know what YOUR talking about, Axis!” retorts the Suicide King. “I’m not smiling, I’m frowning! Look at me I’m PISSED!”

 

The crowds literally blow the poor roof off of the Earl J. Nutter Center as they explode with a tremendous cheer and ovation! Funyon slips into the ring with his trusty Microphone in hand, and makes the most anticipated announcement of the night!

 

“Your winner,” he bellows trying to fight through the crowds cheers, “and NEW Smarks Junior Leagues WORRRRRLD CHAMPION….. JOHHHHHHHNNNNNNYYYYYYY DANGEROOOOOOOUUUUSSSSSS!!!!!”

 

As his theme pounds from one end of the arena to the other, Johnny slides back into the ring, grabs onto the ropes to help him to his feet, and hobbles towards the Referee holding the World Title in his hands. Kivell generously hands off the belt with one hand, grabs onto Johnny’s arm with his other, and raises his arm up high in victory!

 

“I just can’t believe it!” cries the Suicide King! “This is not the way Judge Mental should end his stint in the JL!” He darts his eyes over towards his announcing cohort, surprised to find him standing at his feet, cheering like every other goat in the audience! “Axis?”

 

“Axis!”

 

“AXIS!!”

 

“God Damn it, Axis!” King shouts as he grabs onto Axis and pulls him back to his seat! “Why the hell are you cheering? This is an outrage!”

 

Suddenly the crowds let out a loud gasp as Judge Mental reenters the ring. Johnny’s eyes widen with surprise when he sees the Judge standing there with his fist clenched together and fuming like a bull ready to charge him!

 

“Judge is about to seriously rain down on Johnny’s parade!” shouts Axis!

 

“Thank God! Some retribution is called for in this case! I think Judge is going to demand the referee to reverse their decision!”

 

Slowly Judge begins to step forward, getting right in the face of the brand new World Champion. The crowds go silent as does everyone else, waiting and watching for the next move.

 

“KICK HIS @$$, JUDGE!”

 

Then of all things possible, Judge brushes past Johnny, grabs his robe, and steps out of the ring. “What?” ask the Suicide King in surprise. Judge hops off the ring apron and without looking back once, heads up the ramp, and walks straight through the curtains headed for a new road.

 

“Well that was… Honorable of the Judge.” Says Axis.

 

“Of course it was. He is a Judge after all.”

 

“Well that about wraps up Crimson for tonight. I could only imagine what is going to happen when we get to Metal. This is Axis for the Suicide King saying, Good Night.”

 

The picture slowly fades to black as Crimson goes off the air.

 

 

The End?

[Guest 5_moves_of_doom]

RESULT-O-RAMA!!!

 

Judge comes out and reveals that... eh... read the fucking promo, it's good stuff... sadly, TNT ISN'T in the promo, so it only reaches about half of it's possible awesomeness.

 

That chick with the really, really long name pulls out the win on Mike. Mike was away for the holidays, and no-showed... but eh, this girl is WEEEEIRD, and pretty good, too. Sadly, TNT is yet to have her go down on him.

 

Spike is absolutely EL KABONGED~! by Janus via no-show, and though Spike had an excuse, I'll STILL use this as an excuse to give him a fucktarded match in the next show. Because Spike doesn't like Fight Club, and therefore TNT [and Silent too, to a lesser extent] ownz him.

 

Wildchild's efforts are sadly stopped by Ejiro, in a VERY close matchup, which boiled down to Ejiro's telling a SLIGHTLY better story, and Wildchild's having a few unrealistic spots, that I just couldn't visualize. TNT marked this match, by the way.

 

And your NEW SJL WORLD CHAMPION OF THE WOOOOOORLD... ehrm, yeah, iiiiiiis, Johnny "The Barracuda" Dangerously"!!! IL and Judge both no-showed for, ahem *certain* reasons... and it was really close, I've heard. However, I'm sure that we all know that TNT could rape all of these guys AND a Chinese whore in less than 10 seconds with his hands tied behind his back, so Johnny should just get it over with and job the title to the explosive one.

 

...and that's it for this show... great Main Event, and the rest of the matches were quite swank as well. WAAAY toned-down on the promo side however, so we might want to bring that up a notch... until then, tune in next time, same TNT-TIME, same TNT-CHANNEL.