SJL CRIMSON Losing match thread

[Guest Mr. Slim Citrus]

... I'm more surprised that it took me this long to lose. My record should be more like 1-13 than the 8-6 I am...

 

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FADE IN

 

A spotlight centers on Funyon, standing in the ring and surveying the crowd as he prepares to speak. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Scaffold Match, for the SJL European Championship!” The crowd erupts as “The Everlasting Gaze” by Smashing Pumpkins begins to pump through the speakers. “Introducing first,” continues Funyon, “the challenger! From Morgan’s Bluff, Andros, in the Commonwealth of the Bahamas, weighing in at two hundred and seventeen pounds, the Wiiiiildchiiiiild!”

 

“While we’re waiting on the challenger,” says Axis, “let me ask you, King. What your take on this match? Who do you think has the advantage?”

 

“Well, it’s pretty obvious to me that Ejiro should win this match,” replies Suicide King. “He’s studied Wildchild for several weeks now; he knows how to take advantage of his weaknesses. And his most glaring weakness in this match is going to be the scaffold itself. Wildchild’s offense depends heavily on being able to propel himself off the ropes, and there aren’t any ropes up there. He’s going to have to wrestle at some point, and that’s when Ejiro’s going to exercise his dominance!”

 

“That’s a valid argument, King, but I think you’re overlooking an important point; you have to throw your opponent off the scaffold in order to win. I don’t think there’s ever been any other wrestler in the history of the SJL who is more at home in the air than the Wildchild. Ejiro could have one devil of a time trying to get Wildchild down from there!”

 

Much to the crowds’ astonishment, “Everlasting Gaze” fades out, and Wildchild has not yet appeared. Funyon and the referee exchange clueless glances inside the ring. “Folks, we’re not quite sure where the Wildchild is right now,” says Axis. “He’s wanted nothing more than to get his hands on Ejiro for several weeks now, so I’m sure… hold on, folks. I’m being told that they’re going to start his music up one more time, and see if we can’t get Wildchild out here.”

 

As “Everlasting Gaze” begins to play again, the crowd pops again, though with considerably less intensity. “It looks like Wildchild decided that he couldn’t put his money where his mouth was, and that discretion is indeed the better part of valor.” Suicide King breaks into a malicious grin. “I think he’s scared to death of Ejiro!”

 

“Oh, please! I’d be surprised if Wildchild is scared of anything! The guy is a total daredevil once the bell rings!”

 

“I suppose you have a rational explanation for why he’s not here, then?”

 

The crowd begins to grow restless as “Everlasting Gaze” fades out yet again without an appearance from the Bahaman bomber. “Well… I… uh… well… alright, I can’t explain why he’s not out here, but I’m sure there’s a good reason.” Suddenly, “Sellout” by Biohazard starts to blare over the speakers, and the crowd erupts into boos as Ejiro Fasaki struts confidently onto the stage, a cocky smirk on his face. He is dressed in black trunks and a red football jersey with the word “Magnificent” stenciled on top, and the number 7 stenciled underneath. Funyon shrugs his shoulders and begins to speak into the microphone, “and his… opponent, from Sarasota, Florida, weighing in at one hundred and eighty-eight pounds, the SJL European Champion, Eeeeejiro Fasaki!” Ejiro removes his belt from his waist as he stands on the scaffold platform, and raises it above his head to a chorus of boos. He then slings the belt over his shoulders and struts down to the ringside area, climbing into the ring, and walking over towards Funyon, snatching his microphone away from him.

 

“Cut the music!” Ejiro stares out into the crowd as his music comes to an abrupt stop. “You know, I shouldn’t be surprised in the least that Wildchild decided not show. Perhaps he believes that as long as he continues to run from me, that he doesn’t have to live with the shame of being humbled by me; that he can keep on telling himself that he’s the best at what he does.” Ejiro shifts his belt onto his left shoulder. “Well, kid, I’ve got bad news for you; you aren’t the best at anything in this ring. You know, I take back all the good things I said about you earlier; you are not now, nor will you EVER be, on MY level! But at least you’ve come to realize that you don’t deserve to be in the same ring with me. Because THIS is a no-suck zone, and you’re not allowed here!” Ejiro once again lifts his European belt into the air as the crowd showers the ring with debris as they boo him without mercy.

 

“I tell you what,” says the King, “I, for one, agree with every word that Ejiro just said. Wildchild has proven his stupidity at every opportunity by failing to follow Ejiro’s good advice, and now he’s proven his cowardice by refusing to face Ejiro!” Suicide King’s thoughts are interrupted by Funyon, who recovers his microphone to state “ladies and gentlemen, I have just been informed that Ejiro Fasaki will have to return to the scaffold, and that the scaffold will be raised to a height of twenty feet above the stage. If Wildchild fails to appear within a minute after the scaffold has been lifted to its full height, the he will forfeit the match, and will never receive another title shot in the SJL.” At this announcement, Ejiro breaks into an evil grin, as he hands his European Championship belt to the referee and exits the ring underneath the bottom rope, strutting back up the ramp and onto the scaffold platform. He begins to take his jersey off as the scaffold is raised into the sky, and tosses it onto the stage below him.

 

“Folks, I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m sure that there has to be some kind of explanation for Wildchild’s whereabouts. I know that he wouldn’t just no-show.”

 

“Deny it all you want to, Axis” crows Suicide King, “but his cowardice is going to become a matter of public record in about a minute and ten seconds!”

 

As the scaffold reaches it’s full height, Funyon announces “ladies and gentlemen, as of this moment, Wildchild has one minute to appear, or he will be forced to forfeit the match!” Ejiro begins pacing back and forth on the scaffold, looking over the edge to see whether or not Wildchild would dare appear.

 

“Even if he does appear now,” notes Axis, “he’s going to be at a decided disadvantage. There’s no guarantee that Ejiro would even let him up on the scaffold at this point.”

 

“Quit arguing what ifs, Axis. Wildchild's not GOING to show,” the King says with glee. “Ejiro was right about him all along. And the beauty of it is, I get to enjoy ‘Clown-boy’s’ failure right here in my home town!”

 

“Thirty seconds until Wildchild will be forced to forfeit the match!”

 

Axis sighs with disappointment as Ejiro stands on the scaffold, raising his arms in a triumphant pose to the crowd. “Well, ladies and gentlemen, I never thought I’d say this, but it looks as if Wildchild’s not going to show up after all. We apologize for this unscheduled change in our card tonight, but after we return from break, we’ll move right ahead to our main… WAITAMINUTE! King! Look up there!”

 

“Where?!”

 

“On the SmarkTron! Is that…”

 

“No,” shrieks the King. “It CAN’T be!”

 

An astute cameraman quickly focuses his camera past Ejiro to the top of the SmarkTron. The crowd starts to cheer as the SmarkTron video suddenly shows Wildchild perched atop the superstructure of the SmarkTron, and then break into a deafening roar as he DIVES OFF~!

 

CRASH!

 

“Mah Gawd! Mah Gawd! He dove off the SmarkTron! Wildchild dove off the SmarkTron!” Ejiro wheels around just as Wildchild plunges the fifteen feet from the top of the SmarkTron to the scaffold, and flattens him on the platform! Wildchild snarls as he hammers Ejiro’s face with hard right hands.

 

”He wasn’t scared! I told you he wasn’t scared!” Wildchild picks Ejiro up and leads him by the head to the end of the scaffold, but Ejiro stops himself from going over the edge by propping his left foot against the vertical support of the scaffold. Ejiro swings his elbow back to bust Wildchild in the mouth, but he avoids the elbow by flipping backwards out of the way, hand-springing near to the center of the platform. Ejiro rushes at Wildchild, but he trips him with a drop toehold, and moves up to Ejiro’s upper body to cinch in a side headlock, which Ejiro ducks out of almost immediately, and reverses into a hammerlock. Both men jockey for position as they return to a vertical base, and Wildchild reaches behind him to snag Ejiro’s head, pulling down his head and forcing him to snap back out of reflex. Ejiro’s reaction lifts Wildchild off his feet, but he shifts his weight forward, causing him to fall to the platform while still holding on to Ejiro’s head, and takes him over with a snap mare.

 

“Beautiful snap mare takeover,” reports Axis, “as Wildchild runs in and MISSES the dropkick! Ejiro still had the presence of mind to sidestep that!” As Wildchild starts to get to his feet, Ejiro ties him up in a hammerlock, which he immediately escapes and reverses into an armbar. He then runs towards the end of the scaffold while leading Ejiro by the arm, deftly runs up the vertical support of the scaffold, springs off the superstructure and onto Ejiro’s shoulders, spinning him back towards the center of the platform, and taking him over in a hurricanrana! The momentum from the hurricanrana sends Ejiro sliding across the scaffold and over to the edge, where he has to grab the superstructure in a desperate attempt to keep from going over.

 

“Wildchild has established and early advantage in this match,” notes Axis, as Wildchild bends into a crouch, taunting Ejiro. I told you, King, his circus experience would serve him well in this match.”

 

“This match is only just starting. Ejiro wouldn’t put his title in jeopardy if he didn’t have a plan.”

 

Ejiro scrambles to his feet moves towards Wildchild for a tie-up, but knees him in the midsection instead, and hooks him in a front facelock while he’s bent over, before lifting him into the air and dropping him backwards with a snap suplex. As Wildchild bounces up off the platform, Ejiro cinches in a reverse chinlock, slipping his bicep underneath the chin and trying to choke him. Wildchild clenches his fists and bangs his feet against the platform to get the crowd behind him, then turns into Ejiro as he gets to his feet, elbowing him in the midsection once, twice, three times to break the hold.

 

BAP! BAP! BAP!

 

Ejiro’s head snaps back and forth like a rubber band as Wildchild uses it for a speed bag, assaulting him with repeated right jabs. Wildchild steps away from him and gestures wildly to the crowd as winds up for a fierce hook punch, then lunges forcefully at Ejiro’s face, only to have him duck, the momentum from Wildchild’s punch causing him to swing around, as Ejiro grabs his waist from behind, pivoting as he lifts him into the air, and dumps him unceremoniously over his shoulder with a half-hearted release German suplex!

 

“He did it,” crows the King, as both he and Ejiro break into an evil grin. The crowd, however, erupts into cheers as, unbeknownst to Ejiro, Wildchild manages to grab the bottom of the superstructure as he falls, and swings underneath the scaffold, releasing the bar with a dazzling flip, and grabbing the bar on the other side of the scaffold, as if swinging from one trapeze to another. Ejiro peers over the edge looking to see what kind of indentation Wildchild made on the ground, unaware that the Bahama bomber was climbing back onto the platform behind him! “Turn around, Ejiro,” shrieks the King. “He’s right behind you!” Wildchild places his left hand on Ejiro’s right shoulder and spins him around as he swings with his right…

 

BANG!

 

“BIG right hand by the Wildchild,” reports Axis, as Wildchild knocks Ejiro to the platform with a hard right hook. “And a dropkick! Wildchild’s a house of fire right now!” Wildchild picks Ejiro back up and leads over to the far end of the scaffold, bashing his head against the superstructure of the vertical support, and hooking him in a front facelock as he staggers backwards, spinning around 270 degrees as he lifts him into the air, and planting him harshly on the platform. “Corkscrew suplex by the Wildchild,” says Axis, “and what’s he doing now? Mah Gawd, he’s climbing the superstructure! What’s he going to do from up there?!”

 

“Something incredibly stupid, no doubt,” replies Suicide King, as Wildchild stops about eight feet above the platform of the scaffold, and points down at Fasaki, grinning wildly at the crowd as they voice their approval. He then springs off the superstructure, flipping backwards and twisting in the air as he descends, and landing on the platform with a loud THUD, as Ejiro rolls out of the way. Wildchild bounces into a sitting position, groaning in pain, and Ejiro lunges desperately at him, grabbing his head with both hands and flipping over him, driving his head into the platform and releasing his grip as it snaps backward, banging against the platform on the other side.

 

“Beautiful necksnap by the Champion,” admits Axis, “as Wildchild’s flashy nature gets the better of him.”

 

Ejiro picks Wildchild up and hammers the back of his neck with clubbing forearms before hooking a front facelock, and dropping him suddenly with a swinging neckbreaker. Wildchild rolls over to his stomach instinctively, which leaves him exposed to a series of savage kicks to the neck from the European Champion. “Ejiro’s firmly in control of this match now,” states the King, “and that’s a testament to both his superior intellect, and his resilience. Wildchild threw some of his best offense at him, and he took it and asked for more! All he had to was absorb those hits and wait for ‘Clown-boy’ to make a mistake, which as you can see, didn’t take all that long. Yeah! He’s going to try to end it here!” Ejiro picks Wildchild up and leads him over to the edge of the scaffold, where he instinctively drops to the platform in the split position to prevent Ejiro from throwing him over the side.

 

WHACK!

 

As Fasaki bends over in order to try to push Wildchild over the edge, he rears back desperately and smashes a sharp elbow into the Champion’s already tender mouth! Ejiro staggers backwards as Wildchild rolls away from the edge, and rushes after him, only to be taken over in a hurricanrana that sends him sliding across the platform. Ejiro scrambles to his feet as Wildchild rushes towards him, but drops back down to the platform, allowing Wildchild to pass over the top of him. The Bahama bomber runs all the way to the end of the scaffold, seemingly unable to stop himself, but grabs onto the superstructure of the vertical support and swings around, twisting his body as he revolved around to end up perched upon the superstructure in a Spiderman-type pose. He eyes Ejiro for a split second before leaping off, but the Champion snatches him out of the air and rotates towards the interior of the scaffold, mashing him into the platform with a powerslam! Ejiro rises to his feet, holding his sore mouth with an angry glare on his face.

 

SPLAT!

 

Ejiro picks Wildchild up and hooks him in a front facelock before driving him into the platform with a forceful DDT! He picks him back up and immediately goes behind him to hook on a waistlock and lifts him into the air for a belly-to-back suplex, but Wildchild uses his momentum to flip over the top of the Champion, lands on his feet, and lunges forward before he Ejiro can turn around, grabbing him with a side headlock and continuing to rush past him, falling forward and driving his head into the platform with a bulldog!

 

Both men lay prone on the platform as the crowd starts stomping their feet on the arena floor in support of Wildchild. “I have to believe that whoever gets to his feet first here will have a decided advantage in this match,” says Axis.

 

“In that case,” replies the King, “you might as well concede the advantage to Ejiro. The Champion has done a brilliant job attacking that already injured neck, and Wildchild isn’t nearly as resilient as Ejiro.” “Don’t count Wildchild out yet,” snaps Axis, as both men start to get to their feet. Wildchild leaps into the air to take Ejiro over with a hurricanrana, but Fasaki manages to stay on his feet with Wildchild dangling off his shoulders.

 

CRUNCH!

 

”OH MY GAWD,” screams Axis. “Ganso Bomb! GANSO BOMB~!”

 

“That’s it,” exclaims the King gloriously. “No way Wildchild gets up from that!” Ejiro squats down next to Wildchild, pulling his head up off the platform by the hair, so that they are nearly eye-to-eye. “Remember what I told you before,” Ejiro says calmly, “this is for your own good.” With that, he releases Wildchild’s head and allows it bounce unceremoniously on the platform and steps to his side and dropping down to the platform himself, grapevining Wildchild’s left arm and reaching for his right arm.

 

“Cobra Crossface! It’s over,” exclaims the King. “He’s done!”

 

“Give credit to Wildchild for putting up such a valiant fight,” agrees Axis regretfully. “He gave Ejiro all he could handle for a while there, but now that he’s got him in the Cobra Crossface, this match is pretty much over.” “You’re damn right it’s over! Ejiro can end this anytime he wants to,” crows Suicide King, as the crowd tries to rally the Bahama bomber with their cheers.

 

“LET’S GO WILDCHILD!” CLAP-CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!

 

“LET’S GO WILDCHILD!” CLAP-CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!

 

“LET’S GO WILDCHILD!” CLAP-CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!

 

Despite the crowd’s desperate attempts to rally him, Wildchild is unable to break free of the dreaded Cobra Crossface, and Ejiro finally relents only after he believes that he has broken his opponent. He stands up and raises his arms above his head triumphantly as the crowd showers him with boos. “I love it,” says the King, “Ejiro’s got this match firmly under his control, and there’s only two things the crowd can do: nothing, and like it!” “I think that he’s taking his opponent a little too lightly,” says Axis. “I mean, granted the Cobra Crossface is a devastating maneuver, but he’s been posing for the crowd for a full minute!”

 

“And don’t you think he’s earned the right,” replies the King. “He’s just validated everything he’s said for the past several weeks with a decisive victory over Wildchild, which he’s about to make official in just a few short moments. And, after he gets out of the hospital, and begs Ejiro for his forgiveness, maybe, just maybe, the Champ will take him under his wing, and teach him how to be a real wrestler. Here it is,” he shouts, as Ejiro picks Wildchild up by the neck and points out towards the crowd as he leads Wildchild to the edge of the scaffold and tosses him off, but Wildchild’s aerial instincts take over as he falls, and he grabs onto the bottom of the superstructure, holding on for dear life. Ejiro looks down over the edge with dismay, as he notices that Wildchild is still alive and in the fight. He tries to reach down with his leg to stomp on Wildchild’s fingers, but realizes that he cannot do so without placing himself in danger of falling, so he drops to his belly on the platform and peeks out over the side, reaching out with his left arm to try and pry Wildchild’s fingers off the bar.

 

BAM!

 

With desperate quickness, Wildchild swings his legs up above his head, kicking Ejiro flush in the face with both feet, raising him up off the platform and causing him to fall backwards to the other side. Ejiro manages to recover from the stunning blow just as Wildchild slowly climbs back on onto the platform, and drops a knee onto the back of his neck. The Champion holds a hand to his mouth and enraged to discover a trickle of blood. Furious, he picks Wildchild up and whips him to the far end of the scaffold, but the distance is great enough to enable Wildchild to come to his senses and stop just short of the end. “NO! Stay calm, Ejiro! You can still beat him if you keep your cool,” screams Suicide King to no avail, as Ejiro charges the Wildchild, only to be scooped into the air and dropped into a flapjack, smashing his face against the end of the scaffold and opening his mouth wound even further. Wildchild struggles to his feet clutching his neck, and then charges towards the end of the scaffold, diving right past Ejiro and onto the superstructure of the vertical support.

 

WHAM!

 

“CHICKLET BUSTER! Chicklet Buster on the scaffold,” screams Axis, as Wildchild swings around the scaffold’s vertical support and again drives his feet into Ejiro’s face, sending him flying backwards onto the platform, his mouth now streaming a profuse river of blood. Wildchild eases back onto the platform and makes his way over to Ejiro, picking him up by the back of the head and going behind him, lifting him into the air and dropping him harshly on the back of his neck!

 

“Neck Drop Suplex by the Wildchild,” cries Axis, “and now he has control of this match. Wait a minute, where’s he going? He’s climbing back up on the superstructure! No, he’s climbing back up onto the SmarkTron! What the hell is he thinking?”

 

“What makes you think he’s thinking at all,” snaps the King. All I know is that he’s tried to dive on Ejiro twice since that sneak attack, and twice he’s missed. He’s going to miss this one, too!” “Wildchild’s up on the SmarkTron,” repeats Axis, “And he’s gonna fly!” Wildchild falls from the SmarkTron, twisting through the air with an eerily serene look on his face.

 

SPLASH!

 

“OH MY GAWD! Andros Drop from the SmarkTron,” exclaims Axis. “OH MY GAWD!” Wildchild rolls off of Ejiro clutching his midsection and gasping for air, as the crowd below chants “Holy Shit” as loudly as they can. “The crowd can feel it,” cries Axis. “They sense a change in the air… Mah GAWD! He nipped up! Wildchild nipped up! And he just gave the sign for the Wild Ride!” Wildchild picks Ejiro up off the platform, but the champion manages to dig deep enough to drive a knee into his tender midsection, double under-hooking him while he’s bent over. “Ejirocation,” shouts the King. “Ejiro’s going to win anyway!”

 

Ejiro tries to lift Wildchild into the air for the Ejirocation, but the Bahama Bomber struggles mightily and wriggles free, ducking behind Ejiro and elbowing him in the back of the head, causing him to bend over. With lightning quickness, Wildchild then races in front of the Champion and hooks both of his arms into his own, rotating underneath him and standing straight up, dangling Ejiro’s legs over his shoulders.

 

WHAM!

 

”Wild Ride,” bellows Axis. “Wild Ride! WILD RIDE~!” Wildchild springs back to his feet and waves his hands across his waist in a gesture familiar to wrestling fans around the world. “That’s right, kid,” echoes Axis, as he picks an unconscious Fasaki up off the platform. “All you have to do is toss him and the belt is yours!”

 

“This can’t be happening,” cries the King desperately, as Wildchild waves his arm out towards the crowd to their delight. “Oh, it’s happening,” retorts Axis. “History is about to be made!” Wildchild leaps into the air, landing on Ejiro’s shoulders, and falls backwards, pulling Ejiro over the top of him with a hurricanrana that sends him flying off the scaffold!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THUD!

 

Ejiro Fasaki lands on the arena floor with a horrifying THUD as Wildchild continues to dangle from the scaffold. He pulls himself up onto the platform and the referee rings the bell as the crowd erupts into cheers. Funyon lifts the microphone to his lips to make the official word. “Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, and NEEEEEEEEEW SJL European Champion, the Wiiiiildchiiiiild!” “What a gutsy performance by the Wildchild,” cries Axis joyously, as Wildchild poses for the fans. “He overcame every effort by Ejiro Fasaki to break him; to destroy his individuality and re-mold him in Ejiro’s image. He fought Ejiro on his own terms, and now he is the new European Champion! What a performance by this young man. Ejiro couldn’t break him! He tried to beat him at his own game, but there may be nobody in this business better than the Wildchild at what he does! Folks, I don’t know how our main event can possibly top this, but we’ll be right back with it, NEXT!”

 

As we:

 

FADE OUT

[Guest 5_moves_of_doom]

As I mentioned WC, you're match was fucking awesome, and was simply held down by a slightly weaker story, and one or two spots that I just couldn't see happening while avoiding death at the same time. Sooo, yeah, keep up the good work Wildchild, and you'll get back up to Euro. level again very soon.

[Guest Dace59]

And I really bloody liked this one too.

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The lights flare back up as the cameras pan back in to the Ervin J. Nutter Centre in Dayton, Ohio, the crowd chanting on as they wait for the main event to start.

Axis and the Suicide King at the commentary table, arguing as ever.

 

“It’s just not fair Axis, it’s three on two, Mental and Fugue are getting screwed damn it!” King shouts

“Pot, kettle, black are words that can be used King. Dace hasn’t said anything about who’s side he’ll be on, if any. There might not even be any sides at all.” Axis answers back.

“Of course there will be, look at the set up. Mental and Fugue, then Insane and Dangerous, and finally Dace. Insane and Dangerous will be taking every chance to double team Mental and Fugue. And like hell will Dace make the right choice and help Mental and Fugue.” King sneers

“I know those words, and I’m sure they’re the wrong way around. And Mental is a capable champion isn’t he? It’ll be fine I’m sure King. The fans will love it either way.” Axis replies.

“Axis, rearrange these words ‘Lock, go, in, self, shed, your, a, bloody’. Got that my old friend?” King quips back with an evil smile.

 

The crowd draws to a quiet hush as the announcement begins.

 

“Ladies and Gentlemen, and now to tonight’s main even of the evening. It will be a Double Elimination Five Man Battle Royal for the HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP OF THE WORLLLDD!” The crowd roars into a huge wave of cheers.

 

“To be eliminated, a wrestler must go OVER THE TOP ROPE, and must have BOTH FEET, touch the floor, this must happen TWICE. After the first time, the wrestler must return to the ring. On the second time, the wrestler will be eliminated from the match and will be returned to back.” The crowd cheers madly again.

 

“As with all over Battle Royals, passing between other Battle Royals, BOTH feet must touch the floor, if only ONE foot touches the floor, it again, does NOT COUNT!

Apart from these rules, there will be no other rules at all in this match. No pinfalls, submissions, knock outs, count outs or disqualifications!”

The crowd roars, waiting impatiently for the match to start.

 

“Well, there we have it, The World Champion Judge Mental, Fugue, Insane Luchador, Johnny Dangerous and Dace Night in a Five Man Over The Top Rope Double Elimination Battle Royal for the World Title. “ Axis shouts.

“Let’s just fight damn it.”

 

“LLLLLEEETTTSSS GET READY TO RUUUMMMBBBLLLLE!” The crowd explodes like a bomb.

 

“Introducing first from … Royal Oak, Michigan, in at two hundred and fifty pounds … He is the SJL World Champion …. JUDGE MENTAL!”

 

The arena lights drop down, and quiet rolls out. Suddenly blares “Now Testify”. Flames shoot up from the entranceway as the World Champion slow walks down towards the ring in his full judicial robes and the World Title Belt.

“Testify” blares over the arena as Mental climbs onto the ring apron, under wall after wall of boos, like waves crashing on the rocks. Slowly removing his robes, and handing them to ringside, Mental lofts his title up high in the air as the crowd tries to boo him out the ring.

 

“Second, from …. Philadelphia, in at one hundred and eighty one pounds, he is … FUGUE!”

 

The arena blacks out as Bach's "Toccata and Fugue in D minor" starts to drift across it. Then the lights start to flash and strobe as Fugue makes his way out and slinks down the ramp, smiling at the crowd, just to draw boos and jeers from them. Sliding under the ropes into the ring, Fugue shakes hands with Judge to bring on more boos at the pair.

 

“Thirdly, from … Easton, Pennsylvania, in at two hundred and twenty three pounds, he is … INSANE LUCHADOR!”

 

The crowd sings back into a wall of cheers as “Wait and Bleed” explodes over the arena. The arena is plunged into darkness again, a single strobe light flashes as a wall of black and red flames explode from the entrance way. The lights rise back up to more cheers as Insane Luchador comes charging down the aisle, and swiftly under the ropes and into the ring. Throwing his arms to the crowd, and taunting at Judge and Fugue.

 

“Fourth, from … Las Vegas, Nevada, in at two hundred and five pounds, he is … JOHNNY ‘THE BARRACUDA’ DANGEROUS!”

 

Yet again the house lights dim voice shouts out “Johnny Dangerous!” the fans approval.

“Mission Impossible 2” rocks out over the crowd to display of lights. Striding down to the ring, Johnny waves down the fans cheers. Climbing through the ropes, Johnny shakes hands with and hugs Insane and they wave to the crowd, to a hail of cheers.

 

“And finally, from … Birmingham, England, in at two hundred and forty seven pounds he is … still Undefeated in the SJL … DACE NIGHT!”

 

“Cold Hate, Warm Blood” hammers down over the whole arena as for the last time the lights go down. Red and purple lights cover the entrance ramp as Dace slowly makes his way out. Throwing his trench coat back through the entrance, he stalks down under cheers from the crowd eyeing down the four men in the ring. Stepping between the ropes, he steps away from Judge Mental and Fugue, and throws the horns to the crowd for more cheers.

 

Insane and Dangerous slide into the ring, and take up another corner.

 

“And what could be the opening move in this match, which could very probably dictate the rest of the match?” Axis wonders.

 

DING, DING, DING!

 

The crowd wait with bated breath as all five men rush towards the centre of the ring.

Dace and Insane hammer Judge straight down with a double clothesline as Fugue and Dangerous sweep past each other on the mat. Dangerous lunches his leg backwards with a reverse hook kick, but Fugue catches his leg in mid air, Dangerous twists and throws his other leg out, but Fugue catches that one too, leaving Dangerous balancing on his hands in a wheelbarrow position. But before he can do anything about it, Insane is behind Fugue and wrenches his head back into an inverted headlock and drops down, pulling the back of Fugue’s head to impact with the mat, as Dangerous springs up from his hands, and lands sitting on Fugue’s chest.

 

The crowd let out an ohhh and an ahh at the double team from Insane and Johnny

 

“A double clothesline takes Judge down fast. Fugue catches a pair of reverse hook kicks, but Insane plants him from behind with an Inverted DDT, as Johnny Dangerous flips over from his lands and lands on Fugue.” Axis shouts. “What a way to open the match. Now Dace has Judge back up, in a wrist lock, and he’s starting to pound away with elbows and forearm blows to the shoulder of Judge Mental.”

 

Dace whips Judge towards the ropes, but holds on and drags him back, but Judge brings his knee and a delivers it right into Dace’s groin, bring his arms up, Judge locks them around Dace before sending him sailing over and back first to the mat with a belly to belly suplex.

Insane comes flying in as Judge rolls back to his feet, twisting his body, Insane tries for a cross body, but Judge catches him out of mid air. He balances for a second before sending another before flying over head and back first onto the mat, this time with a fall away slam. Mental bridges back up to his feet, right into a Johnny Kick, dropping him straight back to his back and Dangerous’ foot connects with his jaw. Dangerous turns around in celebration, just as Fugue snakes his leg out across the mat, snapping Dangerous from his feet as Fugue comes to his. Only to jump right back off them with a moonsault, bring his weight down across Johnny’s back.

 

“Belly to belly suplex on Dace from Judge, who then counters Insane’s cross body into a fall away slam, bridges back up to go down to Dangerous’ Johnny Kick, and next Dangerous has his legs swept and all of Fugue land on his back with a moonsault. Leaving all five men down in the ring.” Calls Axis.

“What did I tell you about it being three on two Axis?”

 

Fugue and Dace come back to their feet first, Fugue makes a rush in, but gets brought up short by a knee to the gut. Clamping his arms around the smaller man’s neck, Dace snaps backwards, whipping Fugue over with him, jamming his back into the mat with a snap suplex.

Dace rolls to he feet, maintaining his grip on Fugue, to send him crashing down again with another snap suplex, just as Insane comes back up. Taking advantage of the downed Fugue, Insane throws himself forwards from his feet and flips over in mid air, splashing down back first across Fugue’s exposed mid section.

 

“Snap suplex by Dace, followed by another as Insane gets up, and nails a somersault senton across the mid section of Fugue as he’s laid open by that second snap suplex. And now Johnny is back on his feet.”

 

A third snap suplex, as Dace simply overpowers Fugue as Dangerous drops a big elbow to the ribs of Fugue. Dace rolling back to his feet once again, still lock onto Fugue. But no one is watching Judge, he slides silently along that mat. Rising up, he returns the favour to Dangerous, with a Judge sized superkick to the back of his head. Insane spins round to see Judge, who cuts him off with a clothesline. Shoving Fugue off, Dace lunges for Mental, but Fugue grabs his legs and trips him to the mat. With a wide up, Judge lands a brutal kick to Dace’s shoulder, then drops an elbow across his neck.

 

“And snap suplex number three, and a dangerous elbow drop to the ribs. But Judge is back, returns the superkick to Dangerous and clothesline Insane out of his boots. Dace makes a dive, but Fugue trips him up, as Judge goes to work on Dace down on the mat.”

 

Fugue pulls Dace up from the mat, and hooks his arms from behind in a double chicken wing, leaving him wide open for Judge’s assault.

Judge fires off lefts and rights, crashing against Dace’s jaw, as the crowd roar their disapproval.

Mental steps back and winds up like he’s in court with the hammer, before sending his fist bolting forwards. But the trapped Dace dives forwards with all his weight, sending Fugue flying over head and into a head to head collision with Judge, knocking both men to the mat.

 

“Fugue holds Dace up, but needs but with a face to face meeting with the Judge.”

“Axis, what have I told you about stealing my lines damn it,” says King angrily

 

Now Insane is back up to his feet, and he starts to drag Fugue towards the ropes. Bringing Fugue to his feet, and closer to the approaching brink, Insane sends him on his was with a palm strike, staggering him backwards into the ropes.

Now Dangerous is back to his feet, heading over the Insane, he helps him trying to tip Fugue over the ropes, but Fugue is fighting back, wrapping his arms around the ropes, and throwing out wild kicks whenever he can.

Before they can tip Fugue over, Judge Mental sneaks back to his feet, rubbing his head, he gives Insane and Johnny something else to rub with a pair of low blows.

 

“Judge just cut Insane and Johnny off with a pair of low blows. Gotta be sore.” Axis comments.

 

Rolling Insane and Johnny away, Judge helps Fugue from the ropes. Springing back to his feet, Dace rockets in at Judge and Fugue, who smoothly duck, letting Dace pass over head, before standing back up, springing him over the top rope to the outside. Throwing is arm out in a wild attempt, Dace tries to grab the ropes, but misses and goes crashing to the floor.

 

“Dace Night has been eliminated for the first time.” The crowd boo as Fugue and Judge turn towards Dangerous and Insane.

 

“Dace tries to take Judge and Fugue out at the same time, but gets backdropped over the top, to be eliminated. He tried to get hold of the ropes, but he missed them.”

 

Judge picks Dangerous up from the mat, a swift boot to the gut doubles him over, and a DDT puts him straight back on the mat. As Fugue brings Insane but, ducks behind him, pulls Insane’s arm behind his back with a chicken wing before sweeping his legs away to drop him face first to the mat in pain minor.

 

Pulling himself up with the help of the barricade on the outside, Dace picks up a chair, and slides back into the ring, packing a weapon.

Fugue runs in to meet him, but only gets hammered in the face by a chair shot, and then a second from Dace, crumpling Fugue to the mat. Dace pivots round for a swing at Judge, but Judge is waiting for it, and he slides from his feet, pushing his legs out, wrapping the around Dace’s foreleg and tripping him to the mat, sending his face crashing into the chair he’s still holding, with a smooth drop toe hold from Judge.

 

A torrent of jeers comes over the arena at Judge’s reversal.

 

“Dace drops Fugue with two rounds of heavy metal, leaving him with one less man to worry about. He tries for the same thing on Judge, but he’s dropped toe holded into his own chair.” Calls Axis.

 

Sitting over Dace’s back, Judge grabs hold of his head, and pulls back on it, locking his hands, clamping down with a camel clutch.

Judge pulls back even further as Dace tries to break Judge’s grip. Staring down, Mental grins, but as he glances back up, Insane Luchador hammers an elbow into his nose, and another, rocking Judge from his seat on Dace’s back. Dangerous rolls to his feet, and dives past Judge. Slinging his arm out behind him, Dangerous pulls Judge to the mat, leading his neck to crunch against Dangerous’ shoulder with a neckbreaker.

 

Dace pulls himself over to Fugue, pulling the madman to his feet, Dace cracks a boot into his gut. As Fugue doubles over, Dace drags him into a head scissors, wraps his arms around him, and lifts him upside down into the air. Holding him, the crowd ohhh’s before Dace sits down with a snap, compacting Fugue’s spine to the state of his sanity with a piledriver.

 

“Judge gets a camel clutch on Dace, just to leave himself open to a pair of elbows to the face from Insane Luchador, and then a neckbreaker. And now Dace spikes Fugue with a piledriver”

“These guys are up and down like five jacks in an exploding box.” Calls King.

“What else are you meant to do? You can’t really trust the other four guys in the ring at the same time, so you’ve got to do whatever you can to put some of them down on the mat, and give yourself a break while you try to eliminated someone.” Answers Axis.

 

Insane Luchador climbs the top rope, as Johnny Dangerous drags Judge Mental back to his feet. Brings his arms round, Dangerous locks them under Judges, in a double underhook. Snapping back onto his back, Dangerous takes Judge down onto his head, and rolling over into his back, with a well practised double underhook DDT . As Judge lands, Insane flies off the top, somersault over, and sandwiching Judge to the mat with a 450 Splash.

Pulling Judge from the mat to his feet, both men send him flying into the ropes, and the follow him in. Judge bounces off the ropes, coming back, as Insane and Dangerous aches back, heads almost touching the mat, feet right out with a double superkick that sends Judge rocketing backwards and over the top ropes as the crowd explodes with cheers.

 

LET’S GET DANGEROUS! LET’S GO INSANE!

 

“Judge Mental has been eliminated for the first time!” The fans cheer again to the announcement.

 

Fugue slips slowly back to his feet behind Dace, who is cheering Insane and Dangerous. Snapping both his arms back into a double chicken wing, with the element of surprise, he dives backwards, pulling Dace with him, landing seating, Dace’s spine being compressed on the mat. Still holding his arms, Fugue bounds over, flipping over Dace, holding his arms, locking him into the Harmony submission.

Dangerous and Insane rush forwards to take Fugue out, but he kicks it legs up and pushes them away. Quickly rolling off Dace, he grabs the near by chair and hammers away with two hard and fast shots into Dace’s head.

 

“The Coda, leaving into the Harmony, stretching out Dace. Johnny and Luchador try to help him out, but Fugue manages to push them away. Then a pair of chair spots lays Dace out, before Fugue turns to the other two men.” Yells Axis.

 

A pair of clothes, and Fugue ducks them both. He throws the chair to Dangerous, who catches it easily, only for Fugue to leap up and dropkick the chair back into his face.

But then as Fugue gets up, Insane plants a hook to the face, then two quick, snapping jabs, followed by another hook, and another jab, leaving Fugue reeling. A quick kick to the kneecap slumps Fugue forwards, as Insane drops the mat and takes Fugue’s legs from under him with a drop toe hold, toppling him from the mat.

Rolling over, Fugue snakes his arms up, and clamps a full nelson onto Fugue. With bounding steps, Insane makes Fugue run to his feet. Spring up to the turnbuckles, he twists round, still holding the full nelson, and he brings Fugue smashing face first to the mat, with a move befitting Fugue, the Brink of Insanity.

The crowd goes wild as Insane takes Fugue down.

 

“Fugue dropkicks a chair into Johnny’s face, however that leaves him open to a beating from Insane Luchador. Insane ties Fugue up with a full nelson, drags him to the turnbuckles and hits the Brink of Insanity, cracking his jaw off the mat.”

 

Sliding under the bottom rope, Judge re-enters the ring. The runs right back into the action, hammering away with rights and lefts on Insane, then a boot to the gut, doubling him over, before quickly hauling him into the air and dropping him back with a brainbuster.

Dangerous makes a charge at Mental, but Judge twists side ways, scoops Dangerous up and drops him back first across his knee with a backbreaker.

 

Turing Johnny over on the mat, to rising boos, Judge traps him in an elevated Boston crab, wrenching back on Johnny’s back. Dangerous struggles and scrambles, but he can’t break free off the hold, and even if he could make it to the ropes, it wouldn’t do him any good either.

Rolling to his feet, Insane makes a wild dive at Judge before he’s even fully on his feet again, but Judge ducks, Insane speeds out and lands on his feet behind Judge, standing over Dangerous. Jumping into a forward front flip, Insane throws his legs out behind him and kicks Judge square in the back of the head before he can do anything about it.

 

“Judge is back in, and he locks Dangerous in that Walls of Jericho like elevated crab, in an effort to wear him out. Insane makes a dive, but misses, just so he can land on his feet, and hit a backwards dropkick, sending Judge flying.” Axis comments.

 

Insane bounds back over and drops a leg across the back of Judge’s neck as Dangerous crawls back up. Climbing over Judge, he starts to pound away with fists to the back of his head.

Pulling Mental to his feet, Dangerous swings round into a facelock, before swinging crisply over with a swinging neckbreaker, once again bringing Judge’s neck cracking across his shoulder.

 

Fugue and Dace finally start pulling themselves to their feet. As both men make a wild dash for the chair still on the mat, Insane joins in with Dangerous, booting away on Judge Mental.

Dace gets the chair first, but while he’s still on the mat, Fugue throws his legs out and dropkicks Dace right in his face. The with a spring into the air, Fugue comes down with a heavy senton across the back of Dace’s head, crushing his face into the chair under it, as the crowd boo loudly at Fugue.

 

“Insane and Dangerous hammer away on Judge’s neck with shoulders, boots and fists. Dace and Fugue are back on their feet, instinctively going for the chair left in the ring, Dace wins the race, but Fugue uses a Senton to crush the chair into his face.” Calls Axis.

 

With a mad yell, a hop, a skip and a jump, Fugue runs in with a dropkick, smashing Insane Luchador back forwards, stumbling over his down feet, and out over the top rope.

 

“Insane Luchador has been eliminated for the first time!” The crowd start booing Fugue harder than ever.

 

Dangerous turns after Fugue, be he’s already on the mat, with a sweep kick that buckles Dangerous’ legs, bringing him down to join Fugue. Flicking himself over onto Dangerous’ back, Fugue locks his arms around his waist, hauling him up to his feet, in a rear waist lock. Snapping himself backwards, Fugue lunches Dangerous over head with a german suplex.

Picking Dangerous up, Fugue drags him over to the turnbuckles, lifts him up, and seats him up top. Firing off a few right hands the mid section to make sure Johnny stays dazed, Fugue turns round, reaches behind him, and grabs Dangerous’ arms, spreading them out wide. Hauling him off the top, he sends Dangerous somersaulting over, to a hard stop, back first on the mat with the Iconoclasm.

 

“Dangerous is down, and leaves him open as Fugue sets him up and just plants him with the Iconoclasm.”

 

FUGUE SUCKS! FUGUE SUCKS!

 

Insane charges back into the ring, right behind Fugue, he turns round into a leaping Insane, and it taken over to the mat with a hurricanrana. Then Insane is crept up on, by the return Judge, locking in a half nelson, Judge hammers away with left hands, smashing on Insane’s ribs, before wrench his arm back into a hammerlock. Insane trolls to roll out of it, but Judge holds on fast, and Insane can’t move an inch. With courtroom like power, Judge throws Insane overhead and dumps him on the mat with a Rebuttal Witness.

 

Turning his attention to Dangerous, Judge sends him into the ropes at full speed, and Dangerous comes pelting back even fast, back into Judge’s arms, to be send flying across to the ropes on the other side of the ring, however Fugue is hot on his heels, and as Dangerous hits the ropes, Fugue spins off his feet with a shoulder tackle, knocking into Johnny’s back and sending him over the top rope to the floor.

 

“Johnny Dangerous have been eliminated for the first time.”

 

“A Rebuttal Witness lays Insane Luchador down and out, as Judge sends Dangerous to the ropes so Fugue can send him over them to be eliminated. Now Fugue is the only man in the match not to have been eliminated.”

“You see that Axis, even though Fugue and Judge Mental are out numbered, they’ve got team work, and they’re that good at it, they can over come the unfair odds.” King shouts.

 

Forcing himself back up with his arms, Dace rises up as the crowd rises up with cheers. His face bloody, from Fugue crushing it into the chair. Judge waves him into a challenge, and he just charges right in. Judge stands firm, but only until Dace Yakuza Kicks him, crushing him down to the mat.

A charge from Fugue comes in full steam, but Dace catches him, swings him over and round in the air, and drives Fugue down across his knee.

With a duck, Dace slides his body under a staggering Fugue and brings him up into a fireman’s carry. Dropping sideways, he spikes Fugue to the mat with a Death Valley Driver and a hail of cheers.

Now Dangerous is back up, and on the apron. Slamming Judge into the corner, Dace signals Dangerous up. Dangerous sits on the top rope, pulls Mental’s head back into an inverted facelock, then flips over off the top, pulling Judge with him, down to the mat, as his chin and throat are driven into Dangerous’ shoulder.

 

“Dace is back up like a man possessed, Yakuza Kicks Judge down, tilt-a-whirl backbreaker on Fugue, then a DVD. After that, he sends Judge into the turnbuckles, so Dangerous can climb back in, and nail Judge with the Takedown!”

 

Pulling Fugue up, Insane and Dangerous both wrap him up in a facelock, and spike him with a compacting double DDT. Dace drags and unmoving Judge into the corner and pins him there. With Fugue in the middle of the ring, both Insane and Dangerous climb opposite turnbuckles.

Standing on top, the crowd cheers madly as both men dive off. Dangerous Twists round and over as Insane simply dives forwards, and both men come sailing down from high in the air, sandwiching Fugue to the mat as the hit a Corkscrew Moonsault and a Huge Air Leg Drop in tandem as the crowd goes mad, chanting their names.

 

DANGEROUS AND INSANE! DANGEROUS AND INSANE!

 

“And those two just hit a massive amount of air between the. With the Corkscrew Moonsault and the Huge Air Leg Drop, what a combo!”

“Bloody double teaming cheaters.”

 

Dace, Insane and Dangerous all high five the middle of the ring. Lifting a battered Fugue to his feet, they prepare to send him over the top and out of the ring. Judge starts crawling along the mat, towards the ever popular steel chair.

Swinging Fugue back once, then twice, the trio pull back for the final time, as Judge explodes upwards, wielding the chair. He hammers it into Dace’s back, then ducks swinging fists from Johnny and the Luchador. Two swipes of the chair, and two lashing kicks leave both of his opponents reeling. Taking his chance, Judge grabs both off them, and runs towards the ropes, dragging them along. Popping down, Judge throws his body weight up, and forwards, sending both Insane and Dangerous into the air, as Judge pushes the to rope down, so they barely miss it, and fly out to ring side landing on the floor in defeat.

 

“Both Johnny Dangerous and Insane Luchador have been eliminated for the second time. They are both out of the match!” The boos rise up again, the crowd trying to through Judge out of the ring with sheer nose.

 

But before Dangerous and Insane can be taken to the back, Dace in back on his feet, and he throws Fugue like a missile, with all his might, at Judge’s back as he rests on the ropes.

Judge manages to roll out of the way, pulling himself with the ropes, but Fugue isn’t so lucky. Dangerous and Insane leap up and pull the top rope right down, so Fugue comes tumbling out of the ring to the floor.

 

“Fugue has been eliminated for the first time!”

 

“And now Johnny Dangerous and Insane Luchador are being taken to the back, but not before they dropped the rope, causing Fugue to be eliminated as well.”

“Just like I said Axis, three on two, pure cheating from Johnny Dace and Insane.”

“Judge had broken up the victory party with a chair, then sent Insane and Dangerous over the ropes for the second time each, putting them out of the match, but Dace uses Fugue like a missile to try and knock Judge over the ropes, but it doesn’t work, but it does leave Dangerous and Insane a chance for revenge, as they pull the rope down, and eliminate Fugue.”

 

Dace and Judge come face to face, and eye to eye. In a blink, they tie up, and try to force each other towards the ropes. Judge pushes, and flexes, but Dace is stronger, and crushes Judge down to one knee. A knee to the gut stuns Mental, as Dace sets him up to be hauled into the air.

And Judge finds himself being lifted all the way, high into the air with a suplex, using sheer power from Dace.

But before Judge has time to enjoy the view and counter the move, Dace throws his feet out from under himself and brings both bodies crashing on the mat, where their heads meet the steel chair.

 

The crowd cheers madly as Judge is laid out on the steel.

 

“Sheer Drop Brainbuster on the chair! Dace most have knocked Judge for twelve there. I don’t know how much damage he did to himself though.” Shouts Axis

 

Slowly, Dace rolls under the apron, to get away from Judge, and to regroup.

But now Fugue is staggering to his feet yet again.

 

Dace pulls himself back up on the apron, dazed, as Fugue slides back into the ring, and charges in with an attempt to smash Dace off the apron, but Dace ducks and lunches his shoulders shoulder between the ropes, ploughing it into Fugue’s mid section. Standing back up, Dace pulls him between the ropes onto the apron, and dives a knee into his gut, doubling him over.

Pulling Fugue’s head between his legs, Dace pounds away on Fugue’s back like a meat hammer, making sure he won’t have the strength to counter his next move. As Dace locks his arms, the crowd gasps, and he starts lifting Fugue off the apron into the air.

 

“Dace makes it to the apron, Fugue tries to send him flying off, but Dace has it scouted and drives a shoulder into Fugue’s mid section. Pulling him between the ropes.. he sets him up for .. oh my..” Axis calls.

 

Twisting, Dace drags Fugue high into the air before standing him crashing down to the floor with a sickening thud!

 

“GOD! Dace just powerbombed Fugue off the apron to the floor, totally unprotected!” Screams Axis

 

“Fugue has been eliminated for the second time and is out of the match!”

The crowd explodes as Fugue’s body smacks off the floor, as referees rush out to drag him to the back.

Dace rolls back into the ring as the chants slowly die down.

 

But before Dace can get any rest, Judge Mental is coming back to his feet.

Grabbing the chair Dace used to brainbuster him on. Judge swings it round full circle and brings it smashing down over Dace’s head.

Dace staggers, but doesn’t go down, as the crowd oohhss. Dropping the chair to the mat, Judge pulls Dace between his legs and raises him high in the air before driving him down, crushing his back into the chair.

The crowd starts booing Judge harder than ever.

 

“Dace just got powerbombed on the chair. That can’t help his chances.”

 

Leaning on his knees, Judge sucks in air, getting all the rest he can before the inevitability of Dace getting back up.

Slowly, inch by inch Dace starts pulling himself back up, pulling himself up with the ropes.

Judge starts pounding his foot on the mat, like Shawn Michaels.

Shouts of look out rain from the crowd, as Dace turns round, right into Mental’s thrusting foot, cracking his head back, his body following into.

 

“Superkick, nearly cracking Dace’s jaw open.”

 

Judge’s kick sends Dace sailing over the top rope, as the crowd lets out a massive hail of boos and jeers. Judge throws his arms in the air, thinking he’s won the match.

But Dace had thrown his arm out, and this time he caught the ropes. Pulling with all his might, and for the title, Dace manages to get a foot back onto the apron. He roles under the ropes and keeps rolling, getting as close to the middle of the ring as he can.

 

“Judge send Dace into the abyss, but unlike his first try, Dace is able to grab the top rope and haul himself back into the ring. But I think Mental just noticed that.”

 

Dragging Dace up from the mat by his hair, Judge just slaps him right across the face, as the fans boo wildly. A DDT drops Dace back to the mat. Judge drags him back up by the hair again, before sending him full speed into the ropes.

But Dace slams on the breaks, and ducks, predicting Judge’s follow up clothesline to the back of the head. As Judge ends up running past, Dace sends his arms out, snapping them shut around Judge’s waist, bringing him tight for a german suplex. Trying to throw Judge over head, Dace lifts, but Judge comes crashing down with all two hundred and fifty pounds onto Dace’s foot.

 

“Dace hits the breaks, and tries for a german, but Judge lands right on his foot.”

“That’s a new one you have to admit Axis.” Calls Kings.

 

Slipping around behind Dace, Judge pulls his arms back into a double chicken wing, for a Tiger suplex. He struggles, however, Dace slips around into a double chicken wing off his down. Judge tries to jump again, but Dace knees him in the small of the back, then twist round, still holding Judge’s arms. With Judge set up like an Unprettier, Dace reaches all the way back with his arms, and lifts Judge over head, into the Desecration.

 

“Now how’s that for a new one eh King? A Tomakazae set up lifted up and over for the Desecration,” Axis comments.

 

Throwing Judge forwards, Dace drops to his BUTT, bringing Judge slamming down face first into the mat. The fans cheer Dace on as the nails Judge again.

Grabbing two handfuls of Judge’s hair, Dace give him a taste of his own medicine, picking him painfully to his feet. Dace sends his crashing into the turnbuckles, Judge’s back bounces off them with a thud. With a charge Dace follows Judge in, and hammers his elbow square into Judge’s jaw, leaving him to fall to the mat.

The crowd cheers its approval of the shot.

 

“And Judge just gets cracked, Dace it doing anything he can to KO Judge long enough to eliminate him.”

 

And Dace does just that, lifting Mental up, he tries to send Judge tumbling over the top rope. But Judge is holding on with all he’s got. As one of Dace’s arms comes forwards to push the ropes down, Judge seizes it, and jams his elbow backwards into Dace’s open face. He staggers backwards, but Judge holds onto his arm, before swinging around and under into a full nelson.

He hauls, and sends Dace crashing to the mat on his neck with a Dragon Suplex.

 

“Runaway Jury, that Dragon Suplex, dumping Dace on his head. Could that be it, the opening Judge needs.” Axis shouts.

 

Crouching and wait, Judge stalks slowly behind Dace, waving him up to his feet, waiting for another assault. The crowds jeer and howl at Judge, out of pure hatred

Dace staggers back to his feet, and turns round into the arms of a waiting Judge. Scooping Dace over his shoulder, he sets his final opponent up for The Verdict. Violently kicking his legs, Dace slips down Judge’s back and comes crashing back to his feet.

Judge throws his leg out backwards and catches Dace on the knee cap, buckling him down to one leg. Turning right round, Judge tackles Dace from his feet, dropping him to the mat. Holding onto his legs, Judge spreads them apart and steps through, looking for a Cross Examination, but leaning up from the mat, Dace grabs Mental’s nearest arm.

With a quick move of his own, Dace rolls his body over, still holding onto Judge’s arm, pulling him down to the mat. Forcing Judge’s held arms between his legs, Dace locks them tight, and hammers an elbow and fists over the back of Judge’s neck. He tries to scramble away, but Dace holds on, and locks his arms around Judge’s beaten head, in the Code Black.

 

“Dace throws all his weight back to escape the Verdict, but it doesn’t save him from Cross Examination, as Judge tries for a Sharpshooter, but then Dace grabs his arm, and pulls Judge right into the Code Black, looking to snap the last of Judge’s strength, or leave him with a bad arm, so Judge won’t be able to throw Dace over the top.” Calls Axis.

 

Judge flexes his arms, trying to grab hold of one of Dace’s ankles, but before he can manage to, Dace unlocks his legs, and starts to rise to the mat, with Judge’s head still locked between his arms. Spinning round, Dace ducks, and stands up, bringing his body under and up into Judge’s, lifting him off his feet and across Dace’s shoulders.

But now Judge throws his weight around, coming forwards off Dace’s shoulders, he stays low, and comes back up with Dace’s head between his legs. Lifting his victim over his back and holding his legs, Judge snaps his forwards and over, causing Dace to slam off to mat, back first. Still holding onto his legs, Judge twists him over and sits back into a Boston Crab.

 

“Judge looks to get an ankle lock counter, but instead gets pulled to his feet, and into a fireman’s carry, Dace maybe looking to throw him over the ropes from there, but before he can, Judge slips off, and comes up with an Alabama Slam, dropping Dace to the mat. Then Judge turns it over into a Boston Crab, cutting off any of Dace’s momentum.”

“What a perfect end game from Judge Mental right here.” King grins.

 

Now Dace reaches out for an ankle, and he makes it. Leaning all his weight up, he tips Judge off his back, but holding his ankle, Dace rolls over backwards, and ends up sitting on Judge with a single leg crab. Hardly holding it for more than a few seconds, Dace whips round once again, landing on the mat in front of Mental, and tying his arms like a death trap around his neck. Dace as a Crownless hold locked in, as he pulls Judge to his feet.

 

“Dace turns the Boston crab into a single leg crab then goes into a Crownless, looking to choke Judge out. What’s to stop a man going over the top if he’s out cold.” Axis shouts.

 

Judge struggles, trying to break free before he passes out. Sinking to one knee, Dace leans in to tighten the hold, but this give Judge and opening, and he swings both fists round and sends them cracking into Dace’s respective elbows. As his grip snaps off from the pressure blow to the elbows, Dace it doubled over by a series of boots to the gut. Mental pulls Dace’s arms across under his chest in a straight jacket. Pulling like an ox, he lifts Dace over head by his arms.

 

“Judge escapes the Crownless, and goes looking for some Capital Punishment. It seems the only way one of these two men is going over the top rope is by being knocked out cold.”

 

Spreading his legs, Judge prepares to smash Dace into the ring canvas. However before he can, Dace shows off another counter off his own. Pulling his arms out to their correct sides, Dace pulls Judge’s arms over each over in front of Judge, destroy his grip and his balance. Sending his legs backwards, Dace drops to the mat, and without a pause locks his arms around Judge’s waist and picks him up for a powerbomb. But Judge decides it’s time to Overrule something, and sends his body weight forwards down Dace’s back for a sunset flip. But Dace’s objection to Judge stands, as he keeps hold, and pulls Judge back up to his shoulders. Judge tries to Overrule the other way, and leans back into a hurricanrana. Once again Dace stops him, and leaves Judge handing upside down in mid air as the crowd gasp.

GANSO BOMB HIM!

Roars the crowd, but Dace has other ideas, and swings Judge up and to the side, bringing him up under one of his arms. Holding Judge under one arm, Dace switches his grip, and hauls Judge back up, and over his shoulder, for the Dark Star Driver.

 

“Judge sets Dace all the way up for Capital Punishment, but Dace makes an unbelievable counter, breaking the straight jacket and coming to his feet. Then he picks Judge for a powerbomb, Judge tries to sunset flip out of it, but Dace stops him, the Judge tries to hurricanrana out of the powerbomb. Dace holds him in mid air… God, he’s going to Ganso Bomb him, just like Kawada did to Misawa. No, he swings Judge under his arm and brings him up for the Dark Star Driver!”

 

But now it’s Judge’s turn to throw his weight back, and slip off Dace’s shoulder, landing on his feet.

Judge spins Dace around, but this time Dace is waiting for him, with a wound back arm. The swings forwards with all his might and….

 

“BBBBUUUURRRRRNNNNNIIIIIINNNNGGGGG LLLLAAARRRRIIIIAAATTTTTOOOOO! Axis screams out at the top of his voice as the crowd screams along with him, almost taking the roof off the building.

 

Judge crumbles to the floor like a wall smashed with a thousand tonne wrecking ball, as Dace falls beside him, panting, but unlike Judge, Dace is still moving.

 

“Oh my god! The back of Judge’s neck touched the middle of his god damn back!”

 

WE FUCKIN’ FELT THAT! WE FUCKIN’ FELT THAT!

 

An exhausted Dace slowly drags a lifeless Judge Mental to his feet. Hauling, Dace manages to lean the two hundred and fifty pounds of dead meat which used to be Judge against the ropes.

Clapping, Dace slaps his leg, motions to the crowd, and then to Mental.

 

“This is the end, it’s over.”

“It can’t be, it can’t be!”

 

Crashing forwards like the tidal wave from hell, foot up, and a scream of Satanic Blood that echoes throughout the entire arena. Foot crunching into face with a Yakuza Kick that leaves everyone feeling for their teeth, Judge tilts backwards, flipping over the ropes and landing on the floor a sack of bones.

 

“It’s Over! It’s Over! It’s Over!”

 

“Judge Mental has been eliminated for the second time, and is out of the match! So here is your winner, and NEW SJL HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WWWWOOORRRRLLLLDDDD!! DDAACCCEEEEE NNNIIIGGGHHTTT!!!”

 

Cold Hate, Warm Blood explodes the atomic bomb as the crowd roars with it, lifting the roof clean off the Ervin J. Nutter Centre.

 

“Noooooooooo!” Screams King to himself

 

As a team of referees hold Dace on his feet, as the title belt is passed over from ring side.

Holding it high in the air, a blooded and beaten but undefeated Dace Night holds his new World Title aloft for everyone in the arena to see.

 

The crowd roar on and on, as Judge Mental is taken to the back by a seeming army of referees, and Dace merely holds the title up higher.

 

“And Dace Night, becomes the World Champion, after cutting down everything in his path, and here in Dayton, Ohio he damn near snaps Judge’s neck, then sends him over the top rope to the floor to win this five man battle royal and the title.” Yells Axis.

 

Staggering, limping, Dace walks the ring, leaning over the ropes, showing the title off to every section of fans in the arena, as they still cheer.

 

King sobs to himself, and throws Axis the finger in disgrace.

 

The cameras fade out for the last time on Crimson as Dace sets off down the ramp towards his first title reign.

[Guest 5_moves_of_doom]

Great match from you too Dace. I heard that it was fucking CLOSE, and after reading both your match and Dangerous', I'd have to say that it was his excellent ending that really gave him the edge. AWESOME match from you though.

[Guest Dace59]

Thanks, I guess the whole 2500 words was a tad long for the end spot then (For where Judge first goes from the Verdict to the Burning Laiart is just one big fun chain!)

 

I've had my mock bitch at Dangerous.

Thanks for the comment.

[Guest Listen2Reason]

I was rushed with Thanksgiving and stuff so...my match wasn't that great. So...it was close between you two guys.

[Guest Suicide King]

Actually WildChild, I rather liked your match. Very creative I thought... and Fugue, yours sucked.

 

But Dace's on the other hand was good, really good. HE was actually second in my rankings... not bad for a relative neb, eh? Keep up the good work boys! I've got my eye on you two.

[Secret Agent 0]

Wildchild,

 

Do you send in your matches in green too?

 

I liked it as well. I liked the prematch commentary, and Wildchild's entrance from the smarktron. I really couldn't find any spots that were hard to imagine myself, but that's just me. I have been told by Z that i have wrote some hard to visualize spots.

 

“LET’S GO WILDCHILD!” CLAP-CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!

 

“LET’S GO WILDCHILD!” CLAP-CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!

 

“LET’S GO WILDCHILD!” CLAP-CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!

 

Thief!! Thief i say! Just Kidding man, it's kind of funny how three different matches all had the same lets go banter from the audience. Pretty cool if you ask me.

 

All in all a good match with a good ending. Ejiro just had a little more to his match this time. I almost think the European title is beneath the both of you really, but oh well.

 

 

Dace Night also wrote a sweet match. Hell i just barley squeked out a win over you, so you are doing pretty damn good IMO. One thing i might recomend is using different names for the same charcter like for an example on Fugue i use Musician as well. It makes it a bit easier to read. I saw some like you went from calling my character Johnny to Dangerous but you can also use Super Spy but not all in one shot.

 

Like this:

 

Slowly the Musician begins to rise to his feet, unaware of the impending danger behind him in the form of Johnny Dangerous. Fugue turns to look, and receives a mouth full of the Super Spy's fist!

 

Now bad sequence i know, but thats what i mean by switching names. On other notes i liked the eliminations, but i think you would of benefitted from knowing Judge was being bumped and this would be his last JL match before writting this. I knew and i wrote the people who would still be in the JL to be break out stars in this match will just having Judge manage to survive to the end.

 

All in all awesome match! I think you will be a hell of a match writer in no time at all. Your almost there already.

[Guest Mr. Slim Citrus]

Wildchild,

 

Do you send in your matches in green too?

Yes.

 

And it's teal...

[Guest Listen2Reason]

Mmmm, teal.

 

Anyway, the Dangerous One has a very good point; if you listen to any wrestling match you'll hear JR think up one or two different names for someone (like "The Game", "The Cerebral Assassin") because it gets monotonous saying HHH, HHH, HHH all the time. This all stems from the improvisational qualities of ancient Greek epic poetry, which was more improvisational than memorized; the poet needed several names for each character so they could fit their names into the meter whenever they needed to...

 

...okay, I'm joking , but the similarities are interesting.